My Life as a Pony Girl

by TheDarkLadyOfSlytherin
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Part 3: Malfoy’s Mares

The next morning I awoke sore, tired, and very much in pain. The previous day I had given up on the track and my master had lashed out on me and then given me even MORE laps to do. After that he brought me back to my stable, chained me up, and left me to sleep.

Now it was morning and I couldn’t even fathom what the day would bring.

I sighed.

And that’s when I felt it. Something was different. I really couldn’t put my foot on it but there was definitely something off. I shook my head in disbelief. ‘I must be losing it.’ But then quickly realized what was wrong. My hair! My eyes widened.

“Good morning pet.” My Master walked into the stable and smirked at my wide-eyed expression. “Ahh, realize what’s missing, eh?” He took out and hand mirror and showed me my reflection. I gasped. My hair was now cut short. Really short. It was up on a high pony tail…just like Ginny’s. “Yes pet, your hair will always be cut this short and up kept. As for why?” he grinned. “You’ll find that out later.”

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After my morning trails around the track my Master had then brought me by my leash into a part of the stables than I had yet to discover. When I was taken inside I inwardly gasped. ‘Sweet Circe’ I could see Ginny being hosed off in the corner by one of my Master’s employees. Susan Bones and Lavender Brown were having their ‘pony tails’ braided. And the others: Cho Change, Alicia Spinet, Katie Bell, and Angelina Johnson: were standing one next to the other off to the side…waiting.

Once my master saw that Ginny was finished he pulled my leash and dragged me to where she was. He then untied the leather straps holding my arms behind me and, for the first time since I’ve arrive the Malfoy ranch, my arms dropped. But the relief was only short lived. Straddling my arms above me he chained them to two hanging chains on the ceiling and then chained my straddled boots to the floor. And that’s when it happened…they hosed me down. Jets of freezing water was shot at me from all directions. From the side, front, back, and the bottom. I felt like such an animal.

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Once my shower was done my master flicked his wrist and with a quick Evanesco I was dry. He then unchained me and tried my arms behind my back like before.

“COME!” He shouted at me to follow him, rather than to just tie the leash on my collar and pull me along. And so I followed him, remembering to look straight ahead and raise my legs to trot like a pony. I could of then sworn I saw a glimmer of approval in his eyes when he turned his head to check on me. I swelled with pride.

My Master then brought me to the middle of the room and I noticed that all of the other pony girls were finished. All of them, with the exception of Ginny…no…Ginger!, starred at me in wide-eyed shock. He turned to me and spoke. “Today is a special day for you pet. Today you’ll be one step closer to being a true Malfoy Mare.” he then nodded to someone behind me and I almost gasped when I saw who it was…

Blaise.

Tears welled up in my eyes at the memories shared with the ebony wizard. We had been heads during our seventh year at Hogwarts and formed a sort of truce between the two houses that had quickly grown into a very close friendship. Sometimes I even felt as if we were closer than Harry, Ron, and I could ever get. And now here he was, standing right in front of me. “Pet, today Blaise is here to shave you, pierce you, and finally fit you.” He turned to Blaise and patted his back. “You know what to do.” And with that, he walked out of the stables. Blaise turned to me and smiled. “Hello Buttercunt.”

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I couldn’t even look at him in the eye. Tears began to form in my eyes at the thought of Blaise standing there…looking at my naked form. And now having to do of those things to me. I could feel him grab my chin with one hand and wipe my tear with the other. I then opened my eyes and saw the genuine sorrow in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, luv.” he whispered so that none of the other pony girls could hear. “I really am. But we all played a part in the war and did what we could to survive.” He shook his head. “I’m so sorry Herms. Forgive me?”

I choked back a painful sob at the sound of the old nick name that he had given me back in Hogwarts. But I looked up at him and, as best as I could with a ball gag in my mouth, I smiled and stomped twice.

He sighed. “Alright, let’s get started, eh?.

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After a quick wave of his wand Blaise had permanently disappeared all of my leg, arm, underarm, and nether region hair. He then accio’d a nearby table with a lot of painfully looking devices. He frowned. “I sorry luv but this will all hurt. If I had a choice I’d do it via magic but Draco would figure me out.”

Even though it wasn’t a question I stomped twice; letting him know that I completely understood.

He kneeled down in front of me on his knees and pried apart my thighs. Looking up at me he spoke. “I’m going to pierce your clitoris now. After I’ve done that I’ll quickly insert a silver hoop through it. Draco…I mean your Master…will use this later to tie you up to the larger carriages.” He frowned. “It’s going to hurt but please Hermy…don’t move.”

I nodded, letting him know that I’d stay still.

Oh Merlin how badly did that hurt. A fresh batch of tears sprang into my eyes…but I didn’t move. When he was finished he stood back up and smiled. “Good girl, Hermy.” He then proceeded to tell me that next were me breasts. He dragged the knife across one of my breasts and then quickly slipped a silver hoop through it followed by a silver hanging bell. I looked up at him, confused.

“These bells lets all of us at the ranch know if you’re trying to escape. I beg you Hermy. Never try to escape the Malfoy ranch. These bells will curse you with a shock similar to the Crucio. And by the time your Master retrieves you…” he frowned. “…you’ll wish you were Avada’d instead.”

My eyes widened in surprise as I stomped twice in understanding. A minute later he was done with the other one.

Blaise walked back to the nearby table and when he came back to me he had a grim look on his face. “I’m sorry Hermy but this will hurt more than the others.” He sighed. “I’m going to pierce your nose.”

My eyes widened in shock.

“I know, again, I’m sorry. If I could do this magically I would but…” He sighed in frustration. When he looked back up in my eyes I didn’t even have to stomp twice. He knew exactly what I was thinking. ‘Well get on with it then. Let’s not wait for the grass to grow.’

He chuckled.

He firstly removed the ball gag but I dared not speak. For at that very moment my Master decided to come back in. “Ah, just in time for my favorite part.”

It was then that Blaise had put back on his tough Slytherin exterior face. “Yes, she’s been very obedient until now and very well behaved.”

My Master nodded in approval as he conjured a chair out of thin air and sat down to watch the show. Blaise then turned to me as so my master couldn’t see and winked. I winked back. But then as quickly as the old Blaise came back…it went away. “Open your mouth.” He ordered. As I unhesitantly obeyed he placed a pony bit into my mouth. “Bite down.” As I did so he stepped back to the table and retrieved a needle. Right before he sent that needle to pierce through the hollow of the bottom of my nose he smiled. An then…

WHAM! It went right through. I wined. Of course I wined, how could I not? It hurt like hell. I could feel the blood trickling down to my lips as I bit down on the pony bit.

Blaise cleaned the blood off of my lips and then proceeded to slide a matching silver hoop through my nose. He then strapped on a pony bridle that strapped on to the bit, went over my head, and across my forehead. He then attached pony blinds on both sides of my face and finally he removed the thick collar around my neck and strapped on a thinner one and strapped that one to the rest of the bridle.

My master then walked up to us. He walked around me…taking in Blaise’s handiwork. He then turned to Blaise and smile. “Very good work my friend. Very good work indeed.”

Blaise nodded and spoke. “All we need to do is measure her for her pony boots.”

With an affirmative ‘yes’ Blaise took off my boots and measure my feet and legs. He then put them back on me and smiled at my master. “All done. They should be in by tomorrow along with her belt.”

‘Belt? Wonder what kind of belt he’s talking about?’

My master nodded. “Very good Blaise.”

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Patting me on my head my Master spoke. “Well, Pet, I see you’ve been nicely shaven and pierced. And, as you see, from now on there will be no more ball gag for you. You’ll be from now on wearing the pony bit and bridle.” I felt his fingers gently glide over my clitoris, making me shiver. “This …will be used to pull on the bigger carriages.” his fingers slid higher and over to my breasts, softly gliding from one nipple to the other. “These…will warm me if you try to escape.” He arched a single brow. “I take it that Blaise already warned you what happens if you dare to escape.”

My eyes widened in remembrance and I instantly stomped twice. He grinned. “Good girl.” His fingers then traveled up to my nose ring. “And this will be used for many things, which you will find out later on. And most importantly this…” he motioned to the ever thin collar. “just because it’s not constricting like the thick collar does it mean it gives you the freedom to look away when spoken to. Nor does it mean that you can start slacking your neck when trotting. NO! When in presence of a human you act like that bloody thick collar is on…understand?” His eyes narrowed but then lit up when I stomped twice. “Good girl.”

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My Master had told me that since I was so well behaved that day that he was going to let me have a bit of fun in ‘The Pen’. The Pen is basically that. A huge circular pen about 70 feet long and 40 feet wide. When we arrived there he lead me inside and closed the gate behind me. I noticed the other girls were inside as well. “Now Pet. I’ll let you use this time to catch up with them…except for those two.” he motioned to Katie and Lavender. “They’re being punished for not completing their tracks.” he narrowed his eyes at the two. “There’s a watering troft and a feeding troft on the left side of the Pen and you’ll be staying here until sundown.” he caressed my cheek and smiled. “Have fun.”

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Looking around the Pen I notice the girls hadn’t noticed me yet. Alicia, Ginny and Cho were standing off to the side just taking in the each other’s company. And Susan, I noticed, was standing close to Katie and Lavender, who were currently straddling a large wooden pole as their punishment, giving them looks of encouragement. Angelina, it seems, was no where to be found.

At first it didn’t seem so bad. They’re just straddling a pole. But the closer I got the more I realized it…they were hooked on by their clitorises. They were standing on the ends of the pole, with their backs facing away from each other. ‘Note to self: Always finish your tracks…no matter what!’

Taking in a deep sigh I decided to let my presence be known. I walked over to Alicia, Ginny, and Cho and was immediately caught in a big welcoming group hug. Alright it was more of a group nuzzle, seeing as though all of our hands were tied behind our backs. But it was welcoming none the less. We cried, whimpered, and even kick each other in bums playfully every now and then. I looked up at Ginny and noticed her looked at my bum rather oddly. I then gave her a ‘what-the-heck-are-you-looking-for’ look and she only turned around and showed me hers.

My eyes widened.

There, on her left bum cheek, Ginny…was branded. Taking a closer look I could read what it said: Ginger. And right above it was branded, in Old English, the letter M. For Malfoy. I looked up at Ginny and cried. Poor Ginny. I guess one of these days I’ll branded as well. I then turned to see what my Master named the other girls. Cho had been branded ‘Cherry Blossom’ and Alicia was named ‘Scribbles.’

I gave them a silent nod letting them know I was off to greet the others and they nodded back.

I walked over to Susan ‘Sunshine’ and the two of us gave each other our hello nuzzles. I was always grateful to have befriended Susan in Hogwarts. And even though I was a Gryffindor and she was sorted into Hufflepuff, Susan and I had formed quite a comfortable friendship with one another. Especially during Herbology.

And then I noticed the two being punished. Poor Lavender ‘Butterscotch’ and Katie ‘Freckles’. That pole did look rather painful. The two girls were in tears and obviously in lots of pain.

I sighed.

‘What this war has done to all of us. Merlin knows why it ended the way it did.’ And with that final thought both Susan and I made out way to the feeding troft to eat.

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Sundown had quickly come and, true to his word, my Master came to take us back to our stables. It was only a few minutes ago that Pansy Parkinson, my Master’s fiancé, came back riding in a single person carriage that was being pulled by Angelina ‘Pinwheel’. The once-snob-of-Slytherin stepped down from the carriage and must have had with about 15 bags worth of, what I might guess would be, clothes. And from the pained look on my Master’s face…it was quite expensive as well.

“Oh Draco. Wait till you see the most wonderful dresses I bought over in ‘Pish-n-Posh’. Oh Draco, they’re absolutely gorgeous.” She batted her prissy lashes in what she probably thought was an attractive bat but instead it just made her pug-like features even more puggier.

“I can hardly wait, dear.” The sarcastic tone was only lost to her.

But then…it happened. Out of the corner of his eye he saw it. Angelina, who was still tied to the carriage, noticed that Pansy had not magic’d the carriage to stay. And so she ran. Pulling the single person carriage behind her she ran.

“CLOSE THE BLOODY GATE!” My Master yelled at the ranch workers. “DON’T LET HER ESCAPE!”

All of us Pony girls, with the exception of Lavender and Katie who were still being punished, ran to the side of the Pen to get a closer look. Angelina was zooming past the workers. She was close…so close.

Just then…“STUPIFY!” My Master yelled. Angelina went down and with the carriage running right over her due to her momentum. A while later my Master levitated Angelina close to out Pen and dropped her on the ground with a loud ‘thunk’. He yelled: “LET ME MAKE MYSELF PERFECTLY CLEAR. IF ANY ONE OF YOU EVER DECIDES TO THINK THAT YOU CAN DEFY ME, THAT YOU CAN DISOBEY ME, THAT YOU CAN ACTUALLY MAKE IT OUT OF HERE ALIVE…” He pointed his wand at Angelina and shouted Crucio after Crucio until there was nothing left but a whimpering ghost of what once was Angelina Jonhson. And then…the killing curse. He sneered. “…Think again!”

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It was cold. It was always cold in the stables at night time. But it was even more colder on this night than the others. The thought of Angelina’s attempt to escape, the countless Crucios casted upon her, and her untimely death lingered in my mind in such a way that I could not sleep. It scared me because that could have been me. That could have been me who would have tried to escape and immediately tortured and then Avada’d for even trying it. And I did not want that. Of course I knew that there would be no way I could ever possibly escape this life of enslavement. That I would grow old and live till my dying day as a Malfoy Mare. But that’s the point…I would live. I would live for those who I’ve missed. I would live for those lost in the war. I would even live for Angelina, whose life was so tragically taken from her. But most importantly…I would simply live. It was then that I knew what I must do…survive. No matter what it takes…I’d survive.



...the end