Chapter 4: Reluctant Breeders

Daisy, now known as Butterscotch, lay against the soft hay in her stall, her eyes half-lidded as the gentle vibrations of the rabbit vibrator kept her in a state of constant arousal. Her breathing was shallow, each exhale a soft moan as she shifted slightly, the restraints around her wrists and ankles preventing any meaningful movement. She had lost track of time, the rhythmic pulses blurring her thoughts. All she knew was the warmth pooling low in her belly and the delicious, frustrating tension that never quite released.

In the stall next to her, her younger sister, Chrissy—or Applejack, as she was now called—was in a similar state. Her young body trembled with each wave of pleasure that coursed through her, the vibrator teasing her mercilessly. Chrissy’s long lashes fluttered as she bit down on the soft gag in her mouth, trying to stifle the whimpers that escaped her. Unlike her older sister, Chrissy was more prone to struggling against her bonds, testing them even though she knew it was useless. The feeling of helplessness mingled with the arousal, creating a confusing whirlwind of emotions.

Both girls were so lost in the haze of pleasure that they were unaware of the muffled sounds outside their stalls. The auction was winding down, the last few ponies being sold off to the highest bidders. The names Stardust and Sunbeam floated through the murmur of voices, but neither Daisy nor Chrissy registered the significance. Their world was reduced to the four walls of their stalls, the straw beneath them, and the relentless teasing of the vibrators.

Suddenly, the vibrations ceased, leaving both girls teetering on the edge of release, their breaths hitching in frustration. Daisy’s eyes blinked open, the fog of pleasure slowly lifting slightly as she became aware of the silence. She turned her head, trying to see through the small gaps in the stall’s wooden walls, but there was no one in sight. Her body ached with unfulfilled need, and she shifted restlessly, the movement making the restraints dig into her skin.

Chrissy, too, was coming back to herself, her breathing ragged as she tried to shake off the lingering pleasure. Her heart pounded in her chest; her mind still clouded with arousal. She whimpered softly, the sound barely audible, and tugged against her bindings. The door to her stall creaked open, and she turned her head, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of Rick standing there, his gaze fixed on her with a calculating glint. He reached down and removed her gag.

“Enjoying yourselves, girls?” Rick’s voice was smooth, a hint of amusement lacing his words. He stepped into the stall, looking down at Chrissy with a smirk. “I hope so because you’ve got a big role to play here.”

Daisy, hearing Rick’s voice, turned her head, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “What do you want?” she managed to get out, her voice hoarse from the gag and her earlier cries of pleasure.

Rick chuckled, the sound low and almost affectionate. “What do I want? I want to see you two flourish. You’re going to make me a lot of money, you know that?” He reached down, trailing a finger along Chrissy’s cheek. “You’re prime breeding stock. Strong, healthy, and full of potential.”

Daisy’s eyes widened in realization, and she jerked against her restraints, a mix of anger and fear flooding her veins. “You can’t do this!” she spat out, her voice shaking. “We’re not ... we’re not cattle!”

Rick’s smirk only widened. “Oh, but you are, my dear. You’re both perfect for what I have planned. You’ll give me strong foals, and in the meantime, you’ll continue your training. I want my mares in top condition.” He glanced over at Daisy, his eyes cold and calculating. “Your mother and aunt have already been sold. It’s just the two of you now, but don’t worry. You’ll be well taken care of.”

Chrissy’s eyes filled with tears, the realization of their situation crashing down on her. She had always looked up to her sister and mother, seeing them as strong, untouchable. But now, they were all trapped, their fates decided by the whims of men like Rick. She tried to speak, to protest, but the gag muffled her words, turning them into incomprehensible sounds.

Rick straightened, a satisfied look on his face. “Rest up, girls. Tomorrow, we start fresh. You’ll meet your new trainers, and we’ll begin your new lives as breeding mares.” He turned to leave, but paused at the door, glancing back at them. “Remember, the better you perform, the easier things will be. So, give it your all, and you might find a way to enjoy this.”

With that, he left, the sound of the stall door closing echoing in the quiet. Daisy and Chrissy lay in the hay, their bodies still humming with arousal, but their minds reeling with the implications of Rick’s words. They had been prepared for the races, the competitions, but this ... this was something else entirely. The future they had imagined for themselves was slipping away, replaced by a reality they hadn’t been prepared to face.

As the reality of their situation set in, Daisy’s resolve hardened. She wouldn’t let Rick control her, wouldn’t let him break her spirit. She would find a way to fight back, to protect Chrissy and herself. No matter what it took, she would find a way to survive.

As the vibrators resumed their relentless hum, Daisy bit down hard on the gag that Rick had cruelly replaced, her body involuntarily arching as the overwhelming sensations coursed through her. The psychological warfare was working; Rick’s tactics were breaking them down bit by bit, and Daisy could feel her resolve slipping. The more her body was forced to submit to the relentless pleasure, the more her mind struggled to hold on to her identity, to the strength that had always defined her.

Chrissy, on the other hand, was already teetering on the edge of submission. The once fiery fighter had found a strange, shameful comfort in the intense pleasure that the vibrators provided. It was easier to give in, to let the sensations wash over her and drown out the fear, the humiliation, the anger. But in those fleeting moments of clarity between waves of forced ecstasy, Chrissy would think of Daisy, her older sister, the one who had always been strong, always protected her. And that thought would rekindle a flicker of resistance, just enough to keep her from fully surrendering.

As the vibrations resumed, both girls were thrust deeper into their private hells. Daisy’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, fear, confusion, and a burning shame that she couldn’t fully resist what was being done to her. She hated herself for the way her body responded, for the moans that escaped her despite her best efforts to hold them back. But more than anything, she hated Rick for what he was doing to them, for taking away their freedom and turning them into nothing more than tools for his twisted ambitions.

Chrissy’s experience was different. The younger girl was already far gone, her body practically vibrating with the forced pleasure, her mind clouded with a fog she couldn’t seem to shake. She wanted to fight, wanted to scream and thrash and make it stop, but the intense, overwhelming sensations had a power over her that she couldn’t deny. It was as if her very will to resist was being stripped away, leaving her vulnerable, pliant, and weak. Every wave of pleasure eroded her defenses, pulling her deeper into submission. At her young age she was still in the midst of puberty, her body flush with hormones. This flood of hormones intensified the sexual feeling induced by the vibrator, weakening her will to fight for her freedom.

Time lost all meaning as they were left alone in their stalls, the relentless vibrations their only company. Minutes felt like hours, and hours felt like days. By the time the vibrators finally stopped again, both girls were trembling, drenched in sweat, their bodies aching from the strain. Daisy’s mind was a chaotic mess, her determination to fight back still there, but buried under layers of exhaustion and frustration. Chrissy was barely conscious, her mind too numb to process anything beyond the lingering echoes of the intense pleasure she had been forced to endure.

Just as they were beginning to catch their breaths, the sound of approaching footsteps reached their ears. The doors to the stalls creaked open, and Rick’s silhouette loomed in the dim light. He looked down at them with a satisfied smirk, his eyes glinting with the knowledge that his plan was working.

“It’s almost dinner time, girls,” he said, his voice smooth and dripping with condescension. “I hope you’re hungry because you’ve got a long night ahead of you.” He paused, letting his words sink in, watching as the realization dawned on them that their torment was far from over.

“Remember what I said earlier,” Rick continued, his tone now more serious. “The better you perform; the easier things will be for you. There’s no point in resisting. You’re here to serve, to obey, and the sooner you accept that, the better off you’ll be.” He reached out, trailing a finger along Chrissy’s cheek, watching as she flinched away from his touch. “You, in particular, Applejack ... I can see that little spark of defiance in your eyes. It’s cute, but it won’t last. I’ve seen plenty of girls like you, and trust me, they all break eventually.”

Daisy glared at him, her teeth digging into the gag as she fought to keep her composure. But her eyes betrayed her fear, the uncertainty that gnawed at her resolve. She wanted to believe that she could withstand this, that she could protect Chrissy, but the reality of their situation was beginning to crush her spirit as well.

Rick chuckled, clearly enjoying the sight of their suffering. “Dinner will be served shortly. After that, you’ll get some rest, and then we’ll start the real training. You’re going to learn your place here, one way or another.”

With that, he turned and left, the door slamming shut behind him. The silence that followed was almost suffocating, broken only by the sound of their labored breathing. Daisy’s mind was racing, trying to find some way out of this nightmare, some way to protect herself and Chrissy. But as the minutes ticked by, the weight of their situation settled over her like a heavy blanket, smothering any hope she had left.

Chrissy, on the other hand, was struggling to stay conscious, her mind a blur of conflicting emotions. She wanted to fight back, wanted to resist, but the thought of more punishment, more of that overwhelming pleasure, made her hesitate. She looked over at Daisy, seeing the fear and determination in her sister’s eyes, and felt a pang of guilt for not being stronger. But deep down, she knew that they were both in the same position, both trapped in this horrible situation with no way out.

As they waited for dinner, Daisy and Chrissy tried to comfort each other with small, reassuring gestures—a nod, a glance, anything to remind each other that they were still together, still a team. But the reality of their situation hung over them like a dark cloud, and they both knew that the road ahead was going to be long, difficult, and painful. The only question was whether they would be able to survive it.

The next morning dawned cool and unwelcoming, with the early light filtering weakly through the small windows of the stable. Daisy and Chrissy had managed to eat their dinner in silence the previous evening, grateful for the brief respite from their torment. But as soon as the lights went out, the vibrators had resumed their cruel work, robbing them of the rest they desperately needed. The night had been a blur of forced pleasure and fleeting moments of fitful sleep, leaving both girls on the brink of physical and emotional exhaustion.

When morning finally came, the stable doors creaked open, and the sound of footsteps echoed down the aisle. Daisy and Chrissy, both weary and disoriented, were jolted awake by the abrupt cessation of the vibrations. Their bodies, still trembling from the night’s torment, ached with fatigue as they were brought to their feet by the arrival of their male trainers.

The trainers, stern and unyielding, wasted no time in removing the vibrators, their expressions cold and indifferent to the girls’ discomfort. The humiliating devices were discarded, right into our water troughs, without a word, leaving Daisy and Chrissy feeling even more exposed and vulnerable. Despite the brief relief, the girls knew that the day ahead would be far from easy.

“Get up,” one of the trainers barked, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. Daisy and Chrissy complied as quickly as their exhausted bodies would allow, stumbling slightly as they were pulled to their feet. The new trainers were very experienced. It took less than two minutes to secure the harness and bridle on the girls. The sharp tug of the lead attached to their bridle forced them to steady themselves, and they exchanged a brief, fearful glance as they were led out into the training grounds.

The morning air was crisp, doing little to invigorate their weary limbs. The training grounds were a stark contrast to the oppressive stables, open and spacious, but there was no comfort to be found in the expanse of dirt and grass that stretched out before them. Other ponygirls were already in various stages of their training, their trainers pushing them relentlessly through exercises and drills. The atmosphere was charged with tension, the sounds of snapping crops and sharp commands filling the air.

Daisy’s heart sank as she realized the extent of the day’s ordeal. Their exhaustion was already causing them to falter, and the harsh reality of what lay ahead was beginning to settle in. Chrissy, normally the more resilient of the two, looked equally disheartened, her usual fire dampened by the night’s torment.

The trainers wasted no time in getting started. With a series of clipped commands, they began putting the girls through their paces, forcing them into a grueling routine of dressage, high-stepping, and trotting. Every mistake, every stumble, was met with swift punishment. The sharp sting of the riding crop cut through the air, leaving welts on their already aching bodies. Daisy winced as the crop struck her thighs, the pain a cruel reminder of her failure to perform.