Evan kept up his forceful stabbing, knowing that she’d stretched and relaxed enough to allow him to be a little rougher with her. God he loved doing this to a pony – it was extremely rare to find one that was as easy to pleasure as this one – and to take such extreme pleaser at having two fingers up her bottom – his cock was bursting against his pants as he watched her heave and buck and twist and melt in the throes of the orgasm he drove her to, continuing to prod her hard throughout her contractions. “Ahhh, yes, that’s it. Isn’t it terribly humiliating to orgasm on someone’s hand in your butt? I wasn’t touching you anywhere else once I got inside there – that was all you needed was a good hard buttfuck – that’s what naughty little ponygirls get when they’re disobedient at their vet appointments.”
Finally, he withdrew and Mandy collapsed within her bonds, crying and shaking.
“She looks great, gentlemen,” Evan commented as he stripped off the KY covered gloves. “She needs to be bred. Mandy’s a magnificent animal – she should throw some great foals. But, as you’ve probably discovered, she’s at her best when she’s being serviced – one way or the other – or punished. I think you’ll find that she does best when she’s full of a little one, and/or seed from a stud. Once she’s in foal, you can even increase the servicing a little. You know that it’s great for a gestating mare to come a lot. Relaxes them. Increases endorphins. Gets them high naturally, and their responses tend to increase during pregnancy.” Evan patted Mandy’s bottom. “She’s gonna blow you guys away if she gets any more sexually attuned, huh?”
The men laughed and joked – about but not at her – while Mandy tried to recover. She was put back to bed directly afterward her examination and Aaron thought she looked exceptionally tired. When they groomed her later and took her temperature, they found it was up a bit, and during the night Aaron was hauled out of bed by a call from Ted who happened to stop by her stall from visiting another of his mares who had just foaled, and found her feverish and sick.
Mandy had never been so coddled in her life – she was put through another vet visit, but this time from a regular vet not an o.b., who pronounced that she had the twenty-four hour thing that was going around. Aaron and Ted stayed in the stall with her ‘round the clock, making sure she was scrupulously clean, offering clear liquids when her tummy settle down, which was rarely with this particularly virulent strain of flu. Aaron kept her head in his lap the whole time, stroking her cheek. When her fever spiked, they wiped her down with alcohol and popped nonasprin in the form of suppositories into her bottom, making her cry again.
Aaron felt like the most useless person in the world when one of his fillies was sick. He hated it, and when Mandy dissolved into tears as Ted medicated her, he nearly did the same. If it wasn’t because of pleasure or punishment, he had a horrible time dealing with a crying female, even a crying female ponygirl. “Shh-shh-shh, Mandy. It’s just some medicine to help your fever come down.”
Mandy lost track of time; she was so sick. There was just the consistency of Aaron or Ted always being there with a cooling touch when she was hot, or a hot touch when she was cold. It was two days before they were able to get her tummy to stop rebelling at even just water, and when the vet stopped by he frowned a lot after examining her and making her cry – even though he didn’t really do anything horrible to her – she heard that she might have to be taken to the infirmary if she didn’t start getting better because he was worried about dehydration.
Finally, Aaron gave Mandy a spoonful of vanilla yogurt, and it stayed down. Then he gave her a sip of water. And it stayed down. She seemed to be on the road to recovery, but she was so weak it took her several days to fully recover. The first day she was put back on her regular routine of training Aaron didn’t even put her in the paddock with the girls – that she still wasn’t socializing with anyway – but brought her back to her stall to rest before lunch, which turned out to be an excellent idea because as soon as he got her settled down on her blankets in the fragrant hay, she dissolved into tears of exhaustion. Aaron stayed with her throughout her rest, holding her and stroking her even after she fell asleep.
Ted, who had gone to see to his other girls, stormed into the stall when he saw that Aaron was back in the position he’d been since Mandy’d took sick.
“She’s fine, she’s fine,” Aaron whispered fiercely, knowing Ted had been at least as worried about their charge as he’d been. “Just a little overtired.”
Ted let the breath he’d been holding out explosively. “Poor baby.”
Despite her illness, they were able to get her ready for her first show within the next couple of weeks. She would be entered in the conformation competition, which was against other ponies as to how they stood and looked within their pony regalia and on a couple pulls of the sulky around the arena, as well as beginning obedience, and the sulky class, which was put on just before the conformation contest. When Aaron had told Ted what he was entering her in, Ted chuckled. They were in the midst of grooming her for the night.
“Well, Boss,” he said as he made long, broad strokes through her luxurious mane, “I can see the sulky – that’ll give her a chance to show off her mane, and she does pull fairly well, although I doubt she’ll title in it. And the conformation, well,” the pride shown through his voice as he talked about the beautiful animal beneath his hands, “she’ll take tops in that, I can tell you here and now.” He had to laugh again. “But obedience? This one?”
Mandy shook her head within her halter, stomping her front foot down hard. These were perfectly acceptable ponygirl behaviors she’d learned from watching the other ponygirls with their grooms, but Ted knew what she meant.
Aaron was smiling, she could tell it in his tone, although it was also no-nonsense. “Settle down, Mandy.” He patted her bottom, where he was working her over with the loofa. “I know, I know,” he agreed with Ted.
Mandy repeated her agitated movements even more emphatically, only to receive a sharp swat on the wet bottom for her efforts.
“What did I say, ponygirl? Be still or I’ll get the cane.”
Mandy blew an annoyed breath threw her lips.
“You really want to put Miss Stubborn here through an obedience test?”
This time she growled as she had at Merry in the paddock that time, and the men had to laugh. “Someone doesn’t like you making nasty comments about her,” Aaron chuckled.
Ted washed Mandy’s face vigorously, but there was a broad grin on his own face. “Well, then someone out to be a more obedient little pony, shouldn’t she?” he said, as if she couldn’t hear and understand him.
Without taking a step, which would have earned her a session with the cane, Mandy lowered her head and pressed it against Ted’s chest, pushing him away from her as a horse might.
She caught him off guard and he stumbled back a few steps. Both men dissolved into laughter at her antics. When they’d recovered, Aaron said firmly, “Okay, Mandy, Ted’s got the picture. No more disparaging remarks about your obedience or the lack there of. Let’s settle down now or he’ll have good cause for what he’s saying, won’t he?”
The within the next few weeks – not that Mandy paid any attention to the days of the week at all any more – she was shown for the first time. The paddock had been transformed into a show ring, and there were tons of people there – much more than Mandy ever expected. As she was brought into the ring to take her place in the Obedience I class for beginners, Aaron whispered into her ear reassuringly over the murmuring of the crowd, which had lulled then heightened once she’d entered. There had quite a bit of buzz about her before it was even announced that she would be attending. “Don’t pay any attention to any of these people. None of them mean anything to you at all. You concentrate on Ted and I, and do just like we did in training these past weeks and you’ll do beautifully.” Her training had been stepped up before the show, but the concentration was on conformation – her overall look and her obedience to staying still while strangers inspected her – and pulling the sulky.
Just before the obedience tests began, Aaron and Ted stood in front of her. “We just wanted to tell you that we’re both very, very proud of how far you’ve come since you’ve gotten here. We know we’ve been very hard on you, and we’ll continue to be very hard on you. It’s what you need. But you have exceeded our expectations in every area, and you are one freakin’ gorgeous ponygirl, regardless of anything anyone else says or what happens here.”
“Damn straight,” Ted agreed, nodding.
Their kind words brought tears to her eyes, which threatened to ruin her make up. Ted tsked and did damage control on her face. “I told you you shouldn’t have told her that until after the competitions.”
Normally, no ponygirl at Generations was allowed to wear makeup – Aaron much preferred his ponygirls looking their natural best. But in the ring, it was necessary to highlight and enhance a ponygirl’s best attributes – that’s why her nipples were rouged, also, as well as the entire of the crease between her legs, although not to a flagrant extent. Instead of a plume as most of the other ponygirls wore, though, Mandy was the only mare there wearing a
