Chapter 4

“Stand Down, Dancer,” Peter said to our daughter. She had started to get antsy. She didn’t want to stand quietly while Peter ignored her and spoke primarily to Jeff and Me. He knew she had been listening. “I want you to listen to me now. I am going to remove your bridle, but you will only speak when I permit it. Understood?”

It took effort to speak around the gag and came with a lot of humiliating spitting and lisping. She remained quiet, but she looked desperate to speak to her father. Her big brown eyes were gleaming as she stared straight ahead. She opened her mouth wider so that her father could disconnect the bridle and remove the black leather bar that ran between her lips.

“You don’t know anything about ponygirl training other than what you have seen me and your mother do. You’ve also seen your grandmother when we visited your mother’s parents. You’ve seen pony carts and the basics, but you don’t know all of my expectations. You don’t know how exacting and demanding that I can be. You don’t know what service and submission requires of you. You don’t know the mindset that is required to put yourself second and get joy from performing for others. I know this, so tell me BRIEFLY why I should begin your training?”

“I can’t learn unless you train me, and I want to do it all, everything! I have for a long time, Daddy!”

Peter stopped her with the Stand command again. She spread her legs, set her feet in place, and looked straight.

“I said Stand Down so I could ask you a question, not so you could start making promises with your ass that you may not be able to cash, Dancer!” Peter admonished her.

Dancer whinnied once, accepting his admonishing words.

“Stand Down but do not speak until I gesture to you, and remember, keep it shorter than a book! The question is, what sort of ponygirl do you want to be? You’re only 18. You are fresh out of high school and should be preparing for college. Is this something you just want to do for a few weeks over the summer? Or are you looking to make this a lifestyle?”

He paused to let that question sink in.

“I don’t know, Daddy,” Dancer appeared very naïve to me at that moment, and I think Peter felt that way as well. She had a look of immaturity on her face. I realized she hadn’t thought about that question.

“I spent a great deal of money to outfit you tonight. I showed you the respect of accepting your chosen pony name. If I am going to invest my time in you, how do I know that you won’t change your mind the first time you chafe your ass and decide it’s too hard?”

“You are right, Daddy. I can’t promise something that I do not know.”

“That’s the first smart thing you’ve said so far. You do not know. We’ll have regular check-ins weekly. I will evaluate your performance and set goals for you. If I decide to pull the plug on this, then that’s the end of it. If you become a brat and provide attitude, become a lazy pony, or any of the many bad habits that I’ve seen girls bring into this lifestyle with them, then we are done. I won’t be giving second chances, and I don’t want you to beg me. You’ll have plenty of advanced warning that you needed to make changes, but once I say we are done, then we are done.”

Ellie made a ploothffff sound with her lips and nodded.

“By that same token, I want you to evaluate me as your Trainer, I want you to evaluate Jeff as your Groom, AND your mother as your partner. You will tell me us what we did well, what we did that you did not like, and what you think we need to do more of, WHEN I give you permission during a family meeting.”

Ellie smiled broadly.

“You will be trained together with your mother as a team often. You’ll learn to rely on each other and work together. If I find out that you are giving your brother or your mom attitude or are not able to work with them, I will give you an attitude adjustment, but ultimately, I may decide it is not worth my time. You will have to EARN my time and attention through excellent behavior. Remember, you asked ME to train you, and I do not have any desire to waste my time on someone who will not learn or give their all while they are in pony mode.”

Ellie nodded demurely.

“You will not have a boyfriend without my explicit approval,” he added.

I don’t think Ellie was ready for her father to drop that last condition on her. Her eyes got large for a moment as if it wasn’t something she’d considered, but I understood Peter’s reasoning. If Ellie were to be a ponygirl with a trainer and a groom, a boyfriend would be out of the question as not being worth the possible drama.

“May I ask a question before I answer?” Ellie managed to keep her response short.

“Go ahead. I’m not trying to be mean. I just want to keep things moving,” Peter told her.

I was being distracted by Jeff, and it was getting harder and harder to stay focused on my husband and daughter. Jeff was patting me with the towel in one hand and tickling my sphincter with the other in a most un-son-like manner. It was obvious to me that he was being naughty and taking advantage of his father’s focus on his sister.

His long fingers strayed away from my back and legs and returned to my cunt lips from behind. It was very distracting. I didn’t say anything because I was in pony mode. However, I wanted to turn and tell him that his father had already told him to move on from my pussy.

“You said I have to choose what kind of ponygirl that I want to be. Are the choices a teaser or a pleaser?”

Peter seemed amused by her question. “There are many kinds of ponygirls, Dancer. I won’t mince words, though. Yes, I need to know if you want your training to be non-sexual or not. I know that is hard to answer without going through it all, but I need to know where your head is. At a minimum, you will be cropped on intimate body parts, spanked, touched, tapped, brushed, and that may feel sexual. I would go so far as to say that a good massage like your mother is getting, aftercare body oil, or masturbating to be able to take a pony plug could fall under non-sexual by my definition.”

Ellie seemed meek, perhaps a little confused.

“If you were to choose sexual, then dildo harnesses would be introduced slowly, and you would have to fuck yourself on them regularly. It would be kinky but not extreme.”

“If I chose non-sexual training, would I still be able to fuck Jeff when I am not in pony mode?” Ellie asked.

I was surprised by how plainly she made it clear that she wanted to fuck her brother.

“I hadn’t thought about that, Womble,” Peter scratched his chin, and addressed his daughter by her childhood nickname. “I would like to control your ability to receive pleasure, so I would say no, not without permission.”

“And if I choose sexual training, would I get to ride both of your cocks the same way Vixen would?” She asked without embarrassment, as though every teenage girl could expect her brother and father to want to fuck her.

“I haven’t decided if Jeff can use your mother that way, and I am not interested in incest,” Peter assured her. He seemed to be choking a little on his words. I am sure he never imagined he’d be having this conversation with his daughter when he was bouncing her on his knee as a little girl.

“I don’t mind if you call it incest. I used to give him baths when he was younger and babysat him. I always knew he had a pretty cock. One day, I taught him how to use it, and in exchange, I required him to spank me the way I liked. That led to me blowing him for favors, and eventually, I got horny and started fucking his brains out.”

I had no idea about this. It sounded like it had been going on for a long time.

“I had boyfriends who were on the kinky side, but none of them were interested in spanking and ponygirl-type stuff. Jeff was always there when I needed a good dicking, and it was just sex, Daddy. I am terrified of being celibate.”

Well, my daughter and I had that in common. I loved sex and liked to fuck as often as Peter would allow it.

“You were dating a Football player recently, weren’t you?”

“Sure,” she replied casually, perhaps forgetting her role as a pony entirely.

“You cheated on your boyfriend while you were dating him?”

“We kind of had an open relationship. I didn’t tell him I fuck my little brother, if that is what you are asking, Sir,” Ellie brought her shoulders back and adjusted her attitude to sound more formal.

“I ... okay, you’ve caught me by surprise, Dancer,” Peter admitted.

I was shocked despite myself. I thought I was nonjudgmental. I thought I was a happy little whore, but Ellie’s casual attitude about sex made me feel like I was a goody-two-shoes.

I would never have considered screwing Jeff. He’s my son, and she just casually admitted to fucking his brains out and suggested fucking her father while he trained her.

It dawned on me why Jeff had treated me like a slut. He was lifting my tits by my nipples, touching my thighs, running his fingers between my cunt lips, bumping my clit, and causing erotic shivers to race through me while his father and sister stood only a foot away.

I realized that Jeff had been pretending to be naïve when he acted like he didn’t know why I was getting wetter the more that he touched me, and I felt silly that I hadn’t caught on.

We’d put so much effort into hiding the true scope of our kinky fetishes, yet our own kids had accepted that fucking each other was simply fun and weren’t embarrassed to admit it.

Jeff was even now casually tickling my cunt with the back of his head while he knelt before me. I won’t pretend I kept my legs together and didn’t like the feel of his bristly hair on my bald pussy. I don’t know if he was doing it by intention, but I straddled his head, and almost sat down on it, with my legs spread apart while ran his fingertips down my thighs and gave me goosebumps, occasionally looking up at my pussy as if he was thinking about giving me a lick! That was quite a naughty thought for a mother to have! He was supposed to be patting my feet dry to finish Peter’s order to dry me off. However, he took his time and really savored touching me and exploring my feet. I didn’t mind that one bit!

“Jeff. Are you trying to get your mom off?” Peter asked, suddenly calling him out. I thought he’d been totally focused on Ellie.

“Sure, Dad. Mom’s hot, and she obviously doesn’t mind,” he admitted.

That was the thing that had bothered me, and I hadn’t been able to identify it. I didn’t mind! That was what was wrong! Jeff’s my SON! He was just toying with me so casually. It’s what made me uncomfortable when he’d massaged me last time after Peter’s training.

“Then just suck his dick, Vixen,” Peter sighed. “He’s obviously horny, and he’s into you. It’s nothing his sister hasn’t already done for him.”

I was shocked by how quickly my husband had changed his tune on incest.

“That’s what I was getting at earlier. There is a familiarness with being a groom, and a good groom is rewarded with blowjobs by ponies after he works them hard. Trainers will usually offer their groom a chance to fuck their ponies. I have never thought twice about it when I’ve had a groom at events in the past. I was concerned that it was going to be awkward at Camp Crucible when he saw all the other grooms getting head and thought of you as his mother and Dancer as his sister.”

Jeff was already on his feet, dropping his shorts. Sure enough, he had a boner, although this time was the first time I was seeing it as a cock rather than just a part of my son. I had been told to suck my own son’s cock. I usually never hesitated to blow anyone. I’d give head to fat guys, old men, ugly guys, mean guys, smelly guys. I’ve sucked micro-dicks, and big fat cocks that choked me.

This was different. Jeff had come out of my body. He was my son. I was about to cross a threshold that I could never have imagined crossing.

“I do not want to ruin our family dynamic with jealousy and sexuality. I want us to be able to play minigolf as a family and not make it about fetish and just have fun. I want us to be able to sit across from each other at the dinner table and talk about the same things we always talk about and not be focused on sexual pleasure. At the same time, you both have already come to know each other that way and you did it right under our noses.”

Jeff’s cock was now right under MY nose, and I opened my mouth and began to lovingly slurp on the tip. He placed his hands on my ears and cradled my head. I liked it when guys did that. I was able to turn off my brain a little and just be a dick sucker.

“Listen up, ladies,” Peter said while I went down on Jeff’s schlong. I felt I could taste my daughter’s pussy on his dick.

I immediately released Jeff’s cock so I could pay attention. In a way, that was a relief. Knowing I had my son’s cock in my mouth was embarrassing enough. I had sucked so many cocks in my life that I rarely even thought about it as an imposition. I enjoyed giving head almost as much as I loved a rough fuck.

However, I felt guilty and disgusted with myself for being such an openly naughty mom around my son. Jeff didn’t seem to care that I dropped his cock out of my mouth, and he looked over at his father to see what he had to say.

“Keep sucking, Vixen,” Peter insisted I could do both. I almost whimpered as I took him back into my mouth.

My son’s penis, with its fluffy orange pubes, is above average, and I could immediately tell Ellie had decided to go further than ‘just’ blowing him, but he’s still my son, and giving him head in our bedroom just seemed so wrong. Still, I’m well-trained. I shut off that part of my brain and did as I had been told. I knew it’d eat at me later, but for now, I’ll do what I was told.

“We’re going to have to have some ground rules. For years, I’ve only trained Vixen fully while your kids are not around. I need to know what is and isn’t a hard limit for both of you,” Peter started.

“How can you not know what mom’s limits are, Dad?” Jeff asked, stifling a groan of delight at what I was doing to him.

“I mean your sister and you, son. There are probably things I can’t expect you to do to Vixen, and your sister would probably balk at them. For example, at some rodeos, there is an open pit for the ponygirls to use as a bathroom. Some ponygirls see that as beyond a hard limit for them, and instead, their groom has to bag their waste. I don’t know if Dancer will voluntarily use the pit or if I need you as her groom to bag her waste.”

“Ew! I am NOT picking up shit, Dad!” Jeff announced in no uncertain terms while gripping my head and steadily feeding his dick to me. “Dancer can use the pit!”

“Will I have to stand on doodie?” Ellie asked, suddenly looking a little pale.

Peter couldn’t have chosen a better starting point if he’d tried. Not many ponygirl rodeos had open pit latrines for the ponygirls to use, but there had been a fair few over the years.

“So, a hard limit is standing in poop?” Peter asked.

“If you’re giving me the choice, then yes!” Ellie replied, shuddering.

“And it sounds like it is for you, too, Jeff. I’ll keep that in mind. Sometimes, you’ll both be doing things you really don’t want to, though. How’s Vixen’s mouth, son?”

“Mom’s way better at this than Dancer, Dad! I mean, Dancer’s good, but wow! Mom could give lessons!”

“It’s Vixen when she’s got your dick in her mouth, Jeff. Remember that. We still need to determine your other limits and to give you an example, I’ll start with some of mine. I own Vixen. She’s mine. Jeff, you will never give her orders unless you’re speaking for me or I’ve specifically loaned her to you. Is that clear?”

“Sure, Dad, I’d never...” Peter cut him off.

“When Vixen got home, you told her to get naked, remember? That’s not your call. You are to continue showing respect. You ask politely, even if you know you’re going to be reaming her ass or disciplining her later. Mine is mine. If I’m going to be Dancer’s trainer, that respect extends to Dancer now, too.”

“But Dancer told me that I can fuck her whenever I want!” Jeff whined.

“Why?” Peter asked mildly.

“Why what, dad? She said I could!”

“Do you know WHY Dancer gave you that first BJ or said she’ll fuck you?” Peter clarified.

“Yeah, she wanted me to convince you to let me be a groom and her be a ponygirl!”

“And did you and Dancer get what you both wanted?” Peter prompted.

“Yeah, I guess,” Jeff groaned, but I think that had more to do with the suction I was applying than the realization that his deal with his sister was complete.

“Then you agree that the deal has benefitted you, but as a groom, you’re responsible for the trainer’s property. What’s my property?” Peter asked, leading Jeff down the logic trail to reach the same conclusion Peter had already reached.

“Mom ... I mean, Vixen and Dancer?”

“You don’t sound sure, son. Are you about to cum?”

“Soon. Really soon!”

“Then you’ll be cumming in my property’s mouth. Later, you’ll be helping me train my property, and it’ll be your job to ensure you impress me with your willingness and dedication to your task. Afterward, your responsibility will include the girls’ aftercare.”

“Cumming, Dad!” Jeff blurted even as he began pumping spunk into my mouth.

“Don’t swallow, Vixen!” Peter ordered.

That was easier said than done. Jeff had face fucked me for a few seconds before cumming, and his cock had let loose on an instroke pumping his cream directly into my throat. I did my best. This felt so surreal. I was getting hot jism slammed into my mouth as I knelt in front of my son and being told to not to swallow it!

“Dancer, would you get it on with another girl for your trainer’s pleasure?” Peter asked our daughter. At that moment, I knew why my master had told me not to swallow.

“I’m not a lezzie, Sir,” Ellie sounded insulted that he would ask that, and her tone conveyed her displeasure at the thought.

I had to smile just a little. A tiny bit of my son’s jizz leaked out the corner of my mouth. My daughter had a lot to learn if she was serious about being a ponygirl, especially the way she spoke to her trainer. He wasn’t asking her to insult him with the manner of her answer.

“Neither is Vixen, and that’s not what I asked, Dancer! If you were a trained ponygirl and not an ignorant Foal, I’d whip the piss out of you for talking to me like that! Try again!”

“Sorry, Sir! I just don’t have any interest in sexing it up with another girl, and there are two cocks here that I could play with, and I’ve got a mouth and cunt that you could put your dick in, so why would I want to get freaky with another girl?”

“I’m really going to have to work with you on learning to keep your answers concise, Dancer. It was a yes or no question,” Peter said calmly, showing that he hadn’t really been angry about Ellie’s initial answer but had been putting her in her place as her trainer.

“Sorry, Sir. No,” she tried again.

“Then I reject you as a Foal,” Peter said, sounding somewhat relieved.

“What!? But you said,” Ellie sounded desperate when she realized that Peter wasn’t just going to accept her for training because she wanted to be trained. “You said you’d train me!”

“I said I’d train a Foal who sounded desperate to please her trainer and did everything that I expected of her. You just said you do not want to provide for my pleasure, and you were very rude about it as well. Of course, I’m not going to train a selfish bitch!”

“I never said that, Dad! I said I’d do anything to get trained, and I know there’s sex, and I don’t even care what guy it’s with, and I’m just not interested in sex with girls, and I don’t WANT to have sex with bitches, even other ponygirls!”

“Stand!” Peter bellowed at Ellie. “That verbal diarrhea is going to fucking stop!” Ellie bit her lip, and Peter took a moment to compose himself before continuing.

“I was calmly ascertaining your limits. What you will and won’t do. I don’t train crazy bitches, and that’s what you were acting like. You are acting like a silly little girl who plays games with her whims and wishes. You didn’t even answer the question I asked at first, and then when you did, you said you would not cater to my pleasure. I don’t train bitches who don’t care about the trainer’s pleasure.”

Peter sounded stone cold. It was really quite frightening.

Ellie whinnied and stomped her booted foot to get her father’s attention.

“Okay, one last chance. Stand Down,” Peter finally allowed.

“I’m sorry, Dad! I ... I guess I misunderstood the question!” Ellie did sound contrite. I’ll give her that.

“The question was, would you be intimate with another woman for MY pleasure? That’s not a difficult question,” Peter assured her.

“I’ll do anything for your pleasure, Sir!” Ellie assured him.

Peter looked at Ellie standing at attention, but it was like he was looking INTO her. Eventually, he made a decision. “You should be careful with the checks you are writing with your ass because you may be expected to cash them and soon. You will do ANYTHING?”

“Anything, sir!” she repeated with confidence.

“You either have a very limited imagination or a death wish,” Peter replied dourly. “You have no concept of just how hard I might push you if I knew you would comply with every desire and wish I could dream up.”

“Let me put it this way: I would like to try anything Vixen would do!”

I was flattered that Ellie was so willing to do that.

“Vixen. Go to Dancer and share Jeff’s cum with her. You know what to do. Teach her.”

“Yes ... Master,” I replied, garbling the words a little since I had cum in my mouth and was still a little uncomfortable calling Peter that in front of my kids.