Chapter 13

“I saw a naked woman outside in your backyard!” I heard a young man who was chipper and clearly excited. He sounded younger than Kevin. I really couldn’t tell because my back (and bare ass) was facing the door. I groaned a little into my mushy food. This was bad. I didn’t talk much to our neighbors, but I knew that they had a son about Jeff’s age.

“Oh, it must have been a flasher streaking across our lawn!” Jeff joked. I suppressed a grin, even though this was quite serious. My tongue was clamped so that talking would be arduous. I was frozen in a panic mode – stunned. I remained standing as I was, holding my ass cheeks apart and looking straight ahead.

Ellie was staring at the door, it was impossible from just her eyes to tell her thoughts.

Peter wasn’t going to like this at all. I had no idea what the repercussions might be if this lad told his parents.

“They weren’t streaking! They were doing things!” the boy clearly had no frame of reference for what he saw. I knew he meant us. Jeff was just toying with him.

“What did they look like, Kevin? Could you identify them if you saw them?” he asked. I assumed Jeff was goofing on the boy and would get rid of him. It seemed from his reaction at the door that he hadn’t saw us yet or he would have pointed right at us.

Imagine my surprise when Jeff brought his schoolmate Kevin inside and asked him if either one of us was the streaker.

“Was she old with big tits or young with smaller boobs?” I could tell from the sound of his voice that Jeff was showing us to him and had walked him inside.

“Oh my god, That’s Mrs. Thompson and your sister!” Kevin immediately recognized me. There was no point in hiding myself at this stage. I was standing with my thighs pressed to my table and exposing my asshole and probably most of my pussy lips from behind to this young man. I began to cringe a little, and I started to remove my hands from my butt cheeks.

“Don’t you dare move, Vixen! Kevin here thinks he saw you outside naked, and he needs to identify you. Was this the woman you saw?”

I instinctively froze, biting down hard on the bit gag in my mouth. The butterflies in my tummy began to churn. I was hard to embarrass, but this was doing it for me.

I really can’t explain my feelings in terms of humiliation or embarrassment. That may not even be the right choice of words to what was running through my mind. It was more than just being mortified. The word has to be combined with the terrified about what was going to happen when Peter or this boy’s parents found out, coupled with an extreme sensation of primal adrenalin. The anxiety pumping through my veins right alongside and quickening my pulse as I imagined Peter being unhappy was driving waves of shame and fear through my body.

“That’s not Mrs. Thompson. Right now, she is Vixen. Get a good look at her. Vixen, keep your hands where they are and turn around to face Kevin so he can see if your jugs are the ones he saw earlier.”

Damn it.

I was blushing, and I was reluctant to turn around, but I did as instructed. It was a bit late to do anything else.

“Yeah, that’s who I saw!”

“What about Dancer? You know her as Ellie Thompson. She was a Senior last year in high school,” Jeff squired his friend to observe my daughter the same way. I couldn’t see Ellie’s expression, but I assumed she was just as terrified.

“Yeah, I saw them both!”

“I thought you said you saw only one streaking woman. Now, you are changing your story. Do you need to observe them again so we can get to the bottom of this?” Jeff patronized the boy.

I should have put a stop to this farce right then, but I froze in place as Kevin laughed about the situation.

“I didn’t think they were really out there. I thought I was dreaming it or something. I watched from my bedroom window. They didn’t wear these leather strappy things.”

“That’s their pony harnesses!”

“Ponies?” Kevin was completely confused.

“Yes, ponies. Whinny for our guest.”

I couldn’t do more than make a ploofth sound, but I didn’t do that much. Surprisingly, Ellie tried to make a weak whinny sound around the gag. I assumed because she might know this boy, she would be even more inclined to just walk out of the room and hide.

Kevin found it hysterical, and my son apologized for our attire and lack of a hearty whinny. “They are eating, but I assure you that they are ponies.”

I wasn’t supposed to turn my head and look while I was eating. I was supposed to stand rigid, holding my ass cheeks, and just slurp. I remained still - probably showing this silly boy much more than he had ever seen before.

Good sense went out the window. In hindsight, I may have at least released my ass cheeks, and I should have done the responsible thing and ended our scene.

I stuck to my training and quivered -my spine tingling with anxiety- but remained upright and in position while I continued my singular mission of wolfing down the feed.

“This can’t be real,” Kevin stared right at my pussy as he spoke. Jeff noticed and walked over, spread my labia, pulled my clit out, and told me to stand in the parade resting position for our guest. In the armed forces, the soldiers stand with their feet apart, placing a hand behind their back, and their rifles forward. The only rest is that they are not marching.

It’s similar for pony girls, except it is for processions or fancy parades where we trot together. Right arm is raised up above eye level, and the hand is dropped (or hoof) if you are wearing hoof gloves. The left arm is lower, but also the hand (or hoof) is bent. The right leg is lifted as if you are about to start forward, and the left one is meant to be the plank on which to rest your weight. Tits are pushed out, chin is up, ass is sticking out slightly, with your back angled forward.

It gives the impression that you are posing as a pony that is rearing on its back leg, but frozen in place. Parade position looks really impressive when there are six of us in a column of two rows executing it with precision.

It does NOT look cool, when you and your daughter are trying to eat out of your feedbag and a teenage boy you have never seen before walks into your house and giggles because your tits and pussy are visible.

“I assure you, it’s quite real,” he said. I stuck my tits out, shoulders back, and didn’t move from the position that I was in while I faced him. My ass was pressed against my dining table.

Kevin couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Now tell me the truth, Kevin. Is this the first time that you’ve seen my mother and sister training outside?”

“I’ve seen your mom naked before, but this is the first time I saw Ellie Thompson or you,” he admitted.

I wasn’t sure what to think of that. I’d often feared that my privacy fence wasn’t quite private enough. The houses next to us had second stories. My stomach began to turn with fear and apprehension.

“I thought so. What did you think would happen when you came over here today?”

“I don’t know! I sort of freaked out!”

“Did you tell your parents?”

“Fuck no!”

“Will you tell your parents?”

“I don’t think so. They’d probably be mad that I was peeping at naughty things!”

“Will you tell the other kids when school starts up again?”

“No!”

“Kevin?” Jeff asked him sternly as if he wanted Kevin to cut the shit and tell him the truth.

“Who would believe me? What is this anyway?”

“I told you. I train my mother and sister as ponies during the morning, and I know you’ve watched us more than once.”

Jeff knew that, and he didn’t tell his father. I wondered what Peter would say. I wouldn’t blame him if he forbade me from going outside to train again.

Kevin was clearly shocked by what he saw. He kept staring at my clit. The worst part was that I was leaking pussy juice, and my clit was getting engorged due to all the adrenalin pumping through my veins.

“Is Mrs. Thompson going pee-pee?” he asked.

God, if I could have buried my head in the carpet and allowed it to swallow me whole so that I didn’t have to stand there and be ogled by this naïve young guy, I would have.

“My mom’s name is Vixen. When she is like this, she’s usually wet.”

Jeff admired the slickness of my pussy, but didn’t reach out to touch it. I kept my hands on my backside and looked straight ahead, trying to think less perverted thoughts so I wouldn’t drip like a faucet down my thighs.

“She is wet because you hosed her down?”

I almost fell over from laughing in my feedbag. I was dripping wet, and holding the parade position for a long time was very difficult. My leg was already trembling. It didn’t make matters any easier knowing this boy was looking so closely at my pussy he could see that I was dripping wet.

“You saw that?” Kevin ignored the fact that the boy mistook my cummy pussy for being washed down with a hose. I suspected Kevin didn’t know anything about the female anatomy.

“Oh yeah, you sprayed her right in the face!” Kevin laughed heartily and imitated a very exaggerated expression of my mouth being forced open wide by the water – at least, I hoped I didn’t look quite so pathetic.

“You watched a lot more than you are letting on, aren’t you?” Jeff said. My son was still patronizing him, but now the accused was borderline ridicule.

“I saw them go poop, I think,” Kevin blushed, and I blushed too. This was going to be hard to explain to Peter!

“Ponies make horse manure, they don’t go poop,” Jeff explained. My skin crawled as goose bumps emerged on top of goosebumps. We were shocking this poor kid way too much. Peter would never tolerate this.

“They don’t even wipe their bums after they finish. They just walk away,” Kevin grinned in agreement. As hard to believe as it sounds, I was frozen where I stood and absolutely mortified.

“That’s right, ever see a horse wipe its own ass? That’s why I hosed them down,” Jeff explained.

There wasn’t much I could say to this, but I could have ended it if I just left. I stood frozen under this teenage boy’s gaze as he stared at me.

“Kevin, I need to get back to training Dancer and Vixen. You are welcome to hang out and watch from over here or from up in your window. I’ve seen you pulling your pud up there before.”

“No, you didn’t!!” Kevin’s face turned flush with red as he denied it in a way that made it seem like he definitely got his rocks off.

“I saw it, Kevin. Everyone does it, even these two ponies. It’s perfectly natural. I can’t stand here all day and amuse you, though. They need to finish eating and start their practice.”

“What kind of stuff do you do inside?”

“Kevin, I just told you that I don’t have the crayons or the patience to show you,” Jeff explained dismissively. He sounded so much like his father when he repeated one of his father’s classic lines.

“Sex stuff?” Kevin grinned and blurted out his naïve guess.

“Kevin, if you can keep it in your pants, promise not to tell ANYONE what you see here, then I’ll let you hang out and watch. You have to keep your mouth shut and not ask questions. If not, then you have to go and watch from your window.”

My instinct was to forbid the boy from staying, but it was a bit late to suddenly exert my authority and put a stop to it.

“When do you go outside again?” Kevin asked.

“Probably never, now that I know you are creeping on us,” Jeff assured him.

“I won’t tell anyone.”

“If you do, I’ll kick your ass,” Jeff said. My son wasn’t exactly formidable looking, but it was enough to scare Kevin a little. “Then, I’ll send my older sister to kick your ass. I’ll also have my mom and Dad tell your parents you were stalking us and peeping in our windows.”

Kevin looked a little nervous and agreed to behave himself.

Much to my surprise, Jeff turned me around and squeezed my feedbag to see how full it was. I hadn’t eaten anything since our guest had arrived. I was lucky I hadn’t vomited some of it back out just from my nerves.

He smacked my ass and told me to finish up. “Ponies, you may exit Parade position and return to eating as you were.”

I executed a precise about-face, and pressed my thighs to the table, facing away from the boys. My daughter was still facing them, only no longer in Parade.

Kevin laughed, but my son ignored him and checked Ellie’s feedbag. Much to my surprise, she had finished her food. He patted her on the head and told her she was a good pony.

Kevin laughed at that as well. I assumed Ellie was mortified. She had gone to school with this boy, and now he knew her dirty little secret. Jeff pulled the bag off of his sister and revealed she had oats dripping down her chin and neck.

Kevin found that amusing as well. “Kevin, knock off the laughing at everything; it’s annoying,” Jeff chided him. “Dancer, do you have something to say to our little guest.”

Ellie’s forehead and ears had turned red, so I felt she was humiliated, but she remained quite composed as she addressed Kevin from the table.

“Hello, Kevin, Sir. You know me as Ellie Thompson from high school, and I would appreciate it very much if you could keep what you’ve seen us do super-secret. I am not ashamed of it, but a lot of people, including your parents, won’t understand.”

Kevin seemed willing to accept that.

“Do you mind that I watched you naked?”

“I am surprised that you came over and told us when you could have stayed up in your room and enjoyed free shows. My father doesn’t like us to include vanilla people in our kink, and he’ll probably forbid us from using the backyard.”

“Don’t tell him!” Kevin pleaded.

“My father expects total honesty from us, and we’ll tell him, and it will be up to him.”

“Do you mind that I see your naughty parts?”

“My entire body is a naughty part,” Ellie grinned and dropped the submissive act.

“But I can see where your doo-doo comes from!” Kevin said. That proved he was far more immature than my son, even though they appeared around the same age. I groaned a little and glanced down at my boots.

“You can, and that’s something that everyone has, Sir. I am proud of my body, Kevin. I am hot and young, and I don’t care if you watch us eat. I care that you may cause us some problems if you start telling people about what we do in our spare time. This is our house, our yard. We aren’t hurting anyone.”

I was proud of Ellie for her composure. It sounded like something I may have said to someone who made a comment about nudity.

Kevin wasn’t sure how to interpret Ellie’s comment. I don’t think he was really listening. He studied my daughter’s body like he would be tested on it.

“Your brother smacks you with a leather rod!” He blurted out like Ellie might be surprised to know that.

Ellie paused for a moment and nodded politely. “It’s very consensual, Kevin. I am not being abused, and I would prefer you never tell anyone that you think so. That could bring the police into our lives.”

“I wouldn’t! But how can you like to get smacked? My older sister smacks me upside my head, and I hate it.”

“Who is your older sister?”

“Nadie Johnson,” Kevin explained.

“That’s not very nice of your sister, Sir. I know Nadine, and she was kind of a bully in school. She was on the cheer team, right?”

“Yeah, but now she just sits around the house and isn’t looking for a job,” Kevin complained.

“I am not looking for a job either, Sir. Is there a way we can keep Nadine from finding out about this?”

“Yeah! She’d call me a total perv for spying on you! Why do you keep calling me Sir?”

“As a pony, I have to show deference and respect to my betters. Is it okay to keep calling you Sir, or would you prefer Mister Kevin?”

“You have to do that to EVERYONE you meet?”

“Honestly, you are the first guest we’ve ever had since I started this, but only when I am Dancer. If I am Ellie Thompson, I’ll probably call you Kevin.”

Kevin looked like the boy who had just won Willy Wonka’s Golden Ticket, went through the factory, and got the grand prize of chocolate for life and the entire factory.

My son removed my bag, even though I hadn’t finished everything. The oats were clinging to my nose, lips, and neck. I couldn’t make eye contact with Kevin as my son made me turn around to face him again.

“Greet our guest, Vixen.”

I wanted to roll my eyes and demand that this stop. “Sir, your father would definitely frown upon having guests when he is not present.”

“He invited Uncle Eddie, didn’t he?”

“He did, but Uncle Eddie knows about our lifestyle and choices,” I replied politely.

My son chided me for disobeying a direct order and reminded me that I told him about doing what he told me, even if it wasn’t what his father would do.

“This could get us in serious trouble, Jeff.”

“What did you call me?” Jeff yanked my nipples and twisted them.

Kevin responded by calling out “titty twister” excitedly and saying his sister did that to him sometimes.

“Kevin has been watching you for a while. I am surprised you never knew that. You want to just pretend he doesn’t know?”

I nodded demurely and accepted him.

“Mister Kevin, you know me as Carmen Thompson, but my name right now is Vixen. This is sort of a game where my daughter and I pretend to be ponies and prance and trot around.”

“With your boobies and butt hanging out!” Kevin found that really amusing and laughed.

“Yes, with my boobies and butt hanging out, and I know you’ve seen me naked, and I am not mad about that. However, as the others have shared, please keep this to yourself because you could cause us a lot of hassle and trouble. I know it can be hard to keep secrets, but you can’t even tell your closest friend when you are giving midnight confessions on a sleepover.”

Jeff chided me for not offering a greeting at all, but Kevin surprised me when he admitted that he didn’t have any friends.

“I don’t know anyone, and even if I told people, I doubt they’d believe me.”

“I am sure you have friends, or you will soon enough. I apologize for not offering you a proper greeting,” I bent at the knee deeply while keeping my hands on my ass cheeks and bent my head low. “My name is Vixen, and I welcome you to my home. If you want anything, please let me know,”

I wanted to be gracious. I, too, rarely had visitors, and I wasn’t used to speech protocol. That was an area that my husband didn’t care a lot about. He expected me to do it at a minimum and say Sir or Master, but he considered most of it “Pidgin Shakespeare” and dismissed the contrite manner that most BDSM slaves spoke in when they were in a scene. I knew enough to fake it if I had to, and that’s what I did.