Moondance
 
 
I, of all people, should have understood. Fetishes weren't new to me. The cable-documentary on fetishes touched on one brief item that baffled me though... pony training.

The "pony" was actually a man encased in a tight latex bodysuit that had a horse-like tail. His arms were tightly bound uselessly behind him. He spoke to the interviewer through a custom headpiece that resembled a horse-like helmet over a latex fetish-hood. He was trotted around a paddock by his mistress like she would any other horse. He had an intentionally high step to his stride.

I didn't get it.

But then I came across pony-training again about a year later.

Ballet Boots are a fetish I can understand... and YouTube has some very interesting items that pop up to the search-words "ballet" and "boots". There are incredible examples of people who have mastered the art of wearing shoes with heels so high that they force whoever wears them to stand tiptoe like a whorish mockery of a ballerina. There are also many examples of people struggling to learn.

They are not easy to wear.

I secretly like to dress in women's clothes. I even own a pair of those deliciously wrong shoes... and painfully learned to walk for brief periods in them after months of diligent practice.

Then a video for pony-training popped up in my YouTube "ballet boots" search. The thumbnail showed a woman instead of a man, which was enticing in itself. But what really intrigued me the most was the length of the video. The idea of anyone spending more than nine minutes at a time on their tiptoes was something that I just had to see... pony fetish or not.

Her bodysuit was a second skin that clung provocatively to every ample curve... curves that were accentuated by her tiptoe posture. She had a bright red tail over her amazing ass. Her arms were tightly pulled up behind her shoulder blades and locked into a reverse-prayer-like position that looked simply impossible. She had a "harness" crossing between her enthralling breasts and a decorative "bridle" with her hair (of course) in a ponytail.

She was led to a chariot-like chair, which was then attached to her harness. Reins were attached to the "bit" between her teeth and her beautifully drawn-back lips. The pony's mistress sat in the chariot and took up the reins... and they were off.

With a high stepping equine prance in her tiptoed boots, the ponygirl drew the chariot and her mistress easily.

It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. There were no camera tricks or edits to either vary what was happening... or to allow for breaks. For nearly ten minutes, I stared, unable to take my eyes away, from that glorious pony. Just seeing her mistress steer her by the reins gripped me. I suddenly "got it". The pretty pony's high prancing steps no longer looked human. Even her restrained arms seemed to vanish the longer I stared...and all I could see her as was this incredibly erotic filly.

It was my downfall.

It took many months of intense searching... online... and live... before I found what I thought I craved. The time allowed me more time to practice walking in my ballet boots too... though I'm starting to think that whatever time I put in them was laughable.

Today, I quivered in front of a mistress who does not want to be called "Mistress". She doesn't want to be called anything by a mere animal like me. She is a human being. The fact that she even dresses like a rich Southern horsewoman instead of a fettishy Dom makes my feelings of submission even more intense.

It's a submission of my very humanity.

Though her name is Deborah and her husband's is Hans, their names only matter to each other. I stood naked in front of them except for my ballet boots and the harness, which held my clasped hands impossibly high behind cramping shoulder blades. They talked as if I weren't capable of hearing or understanding them.

"She's small, only 14 hands at the withers, fully shod," he said appraisingly.

In spite of intentionally being in ballet heels, the casualness of his reference to me as "she" was a little frightening.

"Depending on where you judge the withers Hans. Still, she looks to be a fine animal."

Deborah walked around me and stroked my flank in a non-erotic way. Her hand felt the musculature of my leg... but in an appraising manner. I actually FELT like chattel when she skillfully forced my mouth open by pushing my cheeks inward. I would have had to bite myself to close it. With a free finger pulling my lips where she willed, she checked my teeth and gums.

She mused, "A fine animal indeed."

"Her color looks to be right too. Possibly Mediterranean lines?"

"There is an olive to her. She should be able to endure the sun very well it seems."

I was surprised when the man named Hans brought out a video recorder. He nodded. The woman named Deborah looked me in the eyes and spoke to me.

"This is no game. There is no "safe word" here. If we take you into our stables, there is no turning back. We will do things to you and your body, extreme things. This will be the last time we will speak to you... and the last time you will answer. One stomp for yes, two for no. Do you understand?"

I managed to raise my pointed toe high and clomp it to the hard ground. My poor uncovered penis stood painfully erect and drips of slick precum stretched uselessly to the straw-strewn dirt.

"We are recording your answers my little pony. Only humans can sign papers. This is your last chance. We will acquire you if you truly desire it... or you can leave of your own free will. But if you wish to leave us, it must be now. There will be no choices for a pretty pony once we own you. Do you wish to leave us? One for yes, two for no."

I stamped twice.

"Do you wish us to own you as one of our pretty ponies?"

I stamped once.

"I repeat... Do you understand that we will do things, extreme things, permanent things, to you and your body if you do this?"

I stamped once.

"The human named Brian agreed that if we do this, all his possessions would be liquidated to help defray the cost of stabling and training. Is this still so?"

I stamped once.

"Do you desire for us to turn you into the pony you want us to?"

I stamped one last time.

"Then we will take you into our stables. This is the last time a human will talk to you like this. Do not stamp once, twice, or any other number of times from now on to say yes or no. Do not nod, shake your head, or otherwise try to communicate with us in any way. You are a pony, a beautiful equine creature, and incapable of human thought or speech. Do you understand?"

I stared in her eyes only a brief moment, not daring to stamp for fear I might ruin things. I even looked casually elsewhere... like an uncomprehending beast of burden.

"There will be a laptop in your stall tonight. I understand that you sometimes were called StacyInLove and tried to write when you were human. This will be your last chance to write anything to anyone. After tonight, a pony like you will have no more need of your arms. If you use your time tonight to start a diary of what brought you to this point... we may finish it for you."

I shuffled as I stood, pretending not to hear or understand a word, but was (and am) silently thankful.

The human named Deborah turned to the other human and said, "What do you think Hans? I believe I'll name her Moondance."

"It fits her," he nodded approvingly.

It was sheer Heaven when the female human patted my cheek while bringing a palmed little carrot to my mouth as a treat.

"Here you go Moondance, my pretty girl, do you like your new name?"

I didn't respond of course. I simply munched my carrot, thrilling like I had never thrilled in my life.

A kind of bridle was fitted over my head and I was led toward the stable... to the corner stall I'm in right now. Though I know other ponies are here, it seems like I'm going to be kept away from them for a while.

My stall isn't the size of a regular pony's stall either. It's the size of a small square shower-stall. There are nails jutting through the wooden walls and gate. The tips are slightly blunted... but though I doubt they would puncture my skin, they look very painful to lean against. There's straw on the hard-packed dirt; a high trough filled with oats that I can reach with my mouth; and a similarly placed trough of water.

I'm still naked. A stable-hand hung my bridle on a hook on the wall and brought this laptop, which he propped on the top of my water trough. He turned it on before undoing my arms behind me, which were painfully stiff to move.

"The name Moondance seems to suit you," he said at me as he stroked my naked flank as appraisingly as the human Deborah had before.

There was no sexual undertone at all, which, of course, drove me wild. There isn't a hint of clothing in sight either... and I'm starting to think that these impossibly high shoes might be the only clothes I'll ever be allowed again.

I've already been on my toes longer than I've ever been in my life and every part of my feet and legs are on fire... but being forced to remain standing on my toes in this cruel little stall is only heightening my ruinous arousal. My poor penis is aching for release and I can't begin to describe how hard it is to fight the urge to touch myself with my free hands... while they still ARE free.

The stable-hand closed up my stall a while ago now and is sitting in a chair braiding rope while keeping an eye on me. With this spiked gate, and my ballet boots still padlocked to my feet, there's no way free hands would help me escape... even if I wanted to.

The stable-hand's been watching me type and just spoke to the air instead of me.

"It's a shame laptop batteries don't last long. Might be running out real soon actually. Guess I'll bring it back into the main house... after checking back on Moondance and redoing her harness."

I've already put my affairs in order. No one's going to even wonder about me for the next couple of years... which should be long enough for them to have stopped thinking of me at all. I've got no possessions to worry about; and the humans here will have the total of my life's labors when they cash the last check that I wrote this morning.

The stable-hand is putting down the rope he's been braiding. I don't have much time to write before he takes away the laptop... and the use of my arms again. It's not cold this far South, but I'm shivering. I'm starting to regret not taking care of my poor erection... but I just couldn't help using this time to write my very last words as someone other than Moondance. This is all so deliciously wrong. It's the most incredible thing I've ever
 

 
Moondance looked like she had a rough night last night. Her skin looked like it hurt from leaning against the walls of her stall too. We really should do something about those spikes.

Her legs looked a little shaky after being on her pretty hooves all night, poor animal. I don't know if her prior owners allowed her to lie on her side, but it's not really healthy for a pony. No. Our ponies sleep standing like they were meant to sleep. She'll get used to it. Her legs will get stronger.

She didn't touch her oats last night or this morning. She was making strange loud noises as well. Good thing Hans is such a good vet. There were growths in Moondance' vocal chords. It's a pity they had to be removed. I'm sure she'll be fine when she's ready to join the herd though. None of the others can whinny either.
 

 
Moondance started eating today. I've never seen a pony clean out a feed trough so quickly. The oats will be good for her. Hans will give her vitamins like the other ponies, but her body will get used to the oat feed soon enough. Her stool should be more normal too. The hands don't like mucking out her stall the way things smell now, but that should quickly change after her body gets used to the grains. We'll have to have Doctor Peters come by. Her teeth look to be in worse shape than we first imagined. Having proper horse teeth instead of those jagged front teeth should allow her to chew her oats more thoroughly... and improve her looks as well.
 

 
Moondance is walking properly now. She has a nice high step to her gait, which is probably due to the extra sessions in the exercise ring. She sleeps fine standing in her stall now (which smells much better by the way). She seems to have really taken to the new horseshoes too. I don't know what her prior owners were thinking, but the shape of her shoes was all wrong with those spiky backs. There's plenty of support with the proper horseshoe shape... like little upturned teacups at the ends of her tiny hocks. The steel shodding even sounds more like it should when she prances... with the prettiest little "clip-clop" whenever we lead her on pavers.

She did seem a little high-strung when we undid her harness after all this time though. There were two thin long growths that spooked her when they simply flopped at her side. Useless things. Moondance will be so happy when we remove them. Hans and Doctor Peters say they can use the bone for some reconstruction at least.
 

 
Doctor Peters does such good work. Between him and Hans, we fixed a few problems. The appendages at Moondance' sides were removed. I'm told there should be no scarring. Some excess bone was used to reshape her face a little too... mostly her nose, which was too high and thin. The nostrils are now more properly spaced as well. Oh yes... the other growths between her legs are gone too. She has no vaginal opening, but that never mattered to Senator before. I hope he'll enjoy the newest addition to his herd.
 

 
Our groomer, Janice, has been doing such fine work. It's taken more than a year; but the odd hair growth on Moondance' head and body has been permanently removed at last. She was left with only a nice strip of mane. You should see it when Janice braids it with the ribbons. The transplanted hair now growing on Moondance' tail looks so pretty too. Janice has to wrap up the base of it of course, to have it lift high enough not to get fouled by Moondance' bowel movements, but after all this time, it is the prettiest tail you could imagine. I think she'll be ready for the meadow soon.
 

 
We've broken her! Moondance was so full of life and energy when she first came to us, but seemed to have her spirit wounded for some reason early on. She did what we required of her of course, but with a wildness instead of that initial eagerness to please. I swear I'll never understand what goes on in the equine brain, but Moondance seems to have come to a turning point. The wildness is gone and she seems to have accepted her lot with us. She even seems to be showing a kind of pride in her prance that we haven't seen in a long time.
 

 
Senator seemed very pleased to have Moondance' stall moved next to his. They seemed to get along well enough with walls between them. Moondance did seem a little uneasy to see such a fine stud. We paid a lot for him, but he has worked out marvelously. He is truly endowed, which seems to keep the fillies satisfied.

Moondance seems eager for the harness too. She happily pranced pulling the single-seat buggy this week. She looks like she will be a good, and pretty, workhorse. That growth we removed from between her legs last Fall may have been doing damage to her body... but her body seems to have adjusted well without it all. Everything about Moondance looks so sleek and trim now!
 

 
Hans thinks Moondance is ready to be brought into the herd. Though the fences easily keep our animals corralled, she needed to be branded before sending her out unbridled. Poor Moondance wasn't prepared for the iron and had to be steadied by three hands. She'll be fine though. They all heal well under Hans' care.
 

 
Moondance was released into the meadow with the rest of the herd today. They seemed to accept her well enough. We were right about Senator though. He wasted no time bringing her into his herd. She seemed a little frightened when she saw how massive he truly is, but his mounting, like all good studs, was quick. Moondance almost stumbled when Senator pushed up behind her, but the near-stumble seemed to frighten her most. She hasn't been off her pretty hooves since arriving and a tumble now might hurt her.

We hitched her up to the coach in a team for the first time too this afternoon... with Buttercup, Spirit, and Lu Lu. Moondance was hitched behind Buttercup and Lu Lu was behind Spirit. She did very well pulling in a team. They had no problems drawing me and Hans along the back path to Doctor Peter's place a mile away.

We couldn't stay for dinner this time, and didn't bother to unhitch the team. The ponies ate out of their feed bags and, after watering them and I attended to a few things with Mrs. Peters, we drove the team back at a light trot. Moondance seemed a little surprised by the flicker of my switch, but heeded the urging just the same.

All in all, we are very pleased with Moondance. She is working out for us exceedingly well... our prettiest little pony and a wonderful addition to our stable.