Summer School & After School: The Ponygirl Omnibus Edition (17 page)

“You got it,
Master Boswick,” Perkins responded, perhaps with too much enthusiasm, considering
that in the few words exchanged, the young woman’s fateful future had been
sealed.

An
Extended Leave from School

Dori
was once again
in heavy restraints. Padded leather humane restraint cuffs at her ankles,
knees, wrists, elbows and neck held her to the steel frame of the hospital bed.
Bandages covered much of her body and she felt what seemed like great weight
pressing on her body from above. Blurry vision didn’t help, but since she
couldn’t rub her eyes, she simply closed them again and tried to figure out
what had happened to her.

What happened
was really nothing she could have imagined or expected. As Dori was slowly
discovering, she had acquired a number of unusual implants in several parts of
her body. Dr. Graham had placed surgical stainless steel hardware in her hands,
arms, shoulders, breasts, feet, legs, thighs, neck, head and hips. Additional
hardware was mounted in her crotch and the divide between her buttocks. Given
this massive amount of metal, Dori would have lit up an airport metal detector
like a Christmas tree. As the anesthetic and pain-killers slowly decreased over
the next few weeks, Dori became aware of these additions with increasing
anxiety. Wiggling her fingers brought them into contact with metal pins and
fittings attached to her hands and wrists. She could feel, but not see similar
hardware in and on other body parts and the surgical incisions; and though
healing perfectly and fast, they’d begun to itch and demand the contact that
her restraints would not allow.

Her nurses and
doctors treated her well, doing their best to allow her some comforts. The food
they brought her was excellent; far better than the chow at school and they fed
her with care. However, it was mostly vegetables, grains and fruit, so Dory
began to complain about wanting some meat or fish. The staff ignored her.

After another
week, they removed the cuffs and allowed her to stand by the bed and use the
toilet on her own, once the catheters and most of the IV drips were removed. By
the following week, she was walking around the clinic’s fifth floor with an
escort, hobbling a bit from the bandages and implants in her feet, which she
still could not see and did not understand. She found that unless she stood on
her toes, as though wearing high heels, her whole legs hurt, so she shuffled
around on tiptoe.

“Can someone
please tell me what all this stuff is for?” Dori asked for the twentieth time
in anguish, as she poked the metal pins sticking out the bandages on her wrists
and ankles.

“I have no
idea,” said Ben, her male nurse, an attractive, dark haired young man who doted
on her and spent a great deal of time making sure she was comfortable. “Doc
Graham says they are needed for your future work and that is all we’ve been
told.”

“But these metal
things in my ass and here,” she said pointing to her bandaged crotch. “What is
this stuff for? I’m going to have a hard time riding with these things sticking
out, for sure, not to mention these double-sized tits,” she said as she poked
at the bulky cotton surgical bra covering her entire chest.

“I really don’t
know,” said Ben, soothingly. “I haven’t seen this sort of thing before and I’ve
been here for three years.” He hesitated and, tapping his forehead, said:
“There is a woman on the second floor that just had a similar operation though.
I’ll see if I can find out a little more, but you must promise me that this is
between you and me. If Graham finds out that I’m telling you this he’ll string
me up by my balls and it will be big trouble for both of us.”

“Okay,” said
Dori. “I can play dumb, that’s for sure. I’m just really upset because I want
to get back to school and the summer will be over soon.”

“What summer?”
Ben asked, puzzled.

“This summer,
Dumbie,” Dori shot back.

“Uh, Dori,
summer ended three months ago. Look out the window. It’s winter now,” said Ben
gently. He pulled the heavy drapes open and Dori squinted at the bright winter
sunlight filling the room.

“Oh my God,”
Dori shouted. “How long have I been here?”

“Couple of
months,” Ben responded, surprised that no one had told her the obvious.

“Holy shit! I
don’t believe it. I was only going to riding school for the summer. How the
fuck did I lose so much time? Where am I? Does my Dad know I’m here?”

“I don’t know,
Dori. Try not to get upset. Doc Graham won’t like it and we’ll have you back up
in the convalescent center if you keep this up. Let me try and find out,” said
Ben, reattaching the wrist and ankle restraints while Dori fussed and whined,
babbling to herself about the loss of memory and time.

“Convalescent
center? What’s that?”

“That’s where
you were while they put these supports and attachments in. Did you think this
was all done in one operation?”

“Yes, I thought
I’d come here a week ago, in August. I was more or less abducted from school
and taken somewhere in a coffin…or something like that,” she said, shaking her
head, trying to remember what had happened after she was unloaded from the box.
“And what’s the deal with the straps, Ben. I thought I was getting out of
here.”

“You are, soon,
but right now they don’t want you walking around with the hardware still
setting in and wounds healing. Relax and enjoy the rest. I’ll let you know what
I can find out.” Ben finished the attachment, then after locking the cuffs and
pulling the drapes back into place, he left the room. Dori heard him lock the
door as he went out.

Consignment

“Please do come
in, Mr. Hammond,” said Mistress Wright to Dori’s father. “I’m so glad to see
you again.”

“Same here,”
said Hammond. “I had planned to visit you before but work just kept getting in
the way. How’s Dori?”

“She’s fine, and
doing quite well,” said Wright, going around her polished desk and sitting in
her high-backed leather chair.

“Great. I was
sure that you would be able to straighten her out.”

“Oh yes,” Wright
said with a smile. “She has taken to the program better than we could have
hoped. She is easily in the top five percent who seem to just…I’m not sure what
the right term might be…they just seem to have it in their nature to adapt to
the equestrian life, if you know what I mean.”

“I’m sure,” said
Hammond, resting his chin in his hand and looking at the photos and drawings on
the walls, which showed horses, hunt scenes and trophies.

“Now,” said
Wright, turning to the open file on her desk. “I think we can conclude our
arrangement quickly if you will sign these contracts and agreements. I have had
Boswick draw up your check and then I’m afraid I am due elsewhere.” She passed
the file across the desk and pressed a button on the electronic box next to her
phone. Immediately, the door opened and Burns, her assistant, came into the
room and stood silently by the desk. “Miss Burns here is a notary and will
certify each document. I have already signed,” Wright said.

“Of course,”
Hammond said quickly, bringing his attention back to The Head. He met her eyes
and saw the same look he so often saw in his daily investment business. It was
a look that told him that the present activity was business and just that,
nothing more or less. He leaned over the desk and signed the papers quickly and
then passed them back to Wright. Burns leaned over the desk from the opposite
side, applied her rubber notary stamp to the papers and certified the
signatures, all the while displaying what Hammond thought were an excellent
pair of breasts, struggling to climb out of her bra and over the neckline edge
of her tight, white shirt.

Burns folded the
documents and put them in an envelope, then passed the envelope back to Wright.
Hammond discovered that his tongue was darting back and forth over his dry
lips. He refocused his attention just as Wright handed him the envelope and
then stood up. She extended her hand and they shook hands once, up and down.

“Thank you, Mr.
Hammond. It is always a pleasure doing business with you. The check, of course,
includes reimbursement of your original investment tuition, plus interest, plus
our agreed amount for Dori, as well as the agreement amount for the other
product you helped us acquire, correct?”

Hammond looked
at the cashier’s check. It was for $375,000. “Yes, that’s right,” he said,
slipping the check back into the envelope and putting it in his jacket pocket.

“Excellent.
Please feel free to recommend anyone else you might think would benefit from
the school. We especially liked the German item you located for us.”

“I’ll do that,
Hammond said, thinking about his fantastic luck in having met Fabian Moumakis,
Lucy’s boyfriend, during a business trip to Amsterdam.” There’s always another
school girl wanting to get away for the summer…and maybe longer,” Hammond
added, smiling as he turned and walked out of Wright’s office.

Final
Product

The indoor arena
was huge. Unlike others that Dori had seen, this place seemed to be even bigger
than Madison Square Garden and it was filled with dozens of ponies and their
handlers. Spotlights moved from one pony to another. Instead of bleacher seats,
there were enclosed boxes around the ring and she could see people in the boxes
watching her and others. The public address system carried a male voice that
periodically called out a number and an instruction. When this happened, the
spotlights moved to the center of the massive ring and one pony and handler
stepped with precision from the sidelines to the center. The handler and pony
both bowed and then performed a short demonstration exercise, much like skaters
and gymnasts do their special routines. Based on her present situation and
attire, Dori could easily imagine the interest of the observers. She was no
longer a young woman in fancy riding attire on a well trained horse, doing
dressage or show jumping. She and the others around her were the horses. They
were the ones doing the jumping and dressage. In the months that had passed
since the operations, Dori had learned the function of the hardware that had
been implanted in her body. Her many body modifications were the result of
tremendous improvements in medical technology. Each of the built in attachments
was designed as an anchor point for sophisticated devices that turned her more
and more into an equine animal and made her less of a young woman. Her feet
were now typical horse’s feet with steel hooves. Inside the metal and carbon
fiber hoof boot, her own feet were connected via the multiple implants to the
boots themselves. Locking metal bands and snap-fitted pins held the foot and
leg in the proper equine position. There was no longer any need for straps and
laces because once fitted, these boots became a locked on, perfectly fitted
extension of Dori’s leg. In the most simplistic description, her feet were now
hooves. Her toenails had been removed, her toes blended into a single extension
of the foot bones and the ankle reshaped to accommodate the horse foot boots.
Her hips and knees had been rebuilt to more closely copy those of four-footed
mammals
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and her elbows had been reversed so that they were now
knees on her forelegs. Months of therapy and training with new and old muscles
had brought Dori to this place. She walked on four legs, moved like a horse
and, for all purposes, had become a small pony in looks and movement. She lived
in a secure barn, was fed a vegetarian mix of grains and some cooked plants.
She drank by plunging her long snout into the water bucket at the side of the
stall and she eliminated body wastes by just doing it on the sawdust and
woodchip floor of the stall. Her sex had been modified so that while she could,
(and did), have sex in the correct pony manner, mounted from behind by anyone
who had permission to copulate with her, she had also been sterilized so that
pregnancy was no longer a concern. When in harness, her vagina was fully
occupied by a large penile probe held in place by the harness strap between her
legs. The same harness also held the butt plug and tail that she wore virtually
all the time. The plug was mounted on the steel cross pins Dr. Graham had
mounted in her anal divide and solid waste bypassed this arrangement through an
aperture in the plug. Daily, the grooms cleaned her body cavities and once or
twice a week, she got an enema while tightly secured in the corridor outside
her stall.

Her breasts were
another matter. Dr. Graham, at the request of her new owners, had enhanced her
already large mammaries and firmed them up a bit at the same time. The nipples
were pierced and fitted with sizable stainless steel rings, horizontal bolts
and the same detachable extenders as were installed on other students. The most
significant addition was a device for placing considerable pulling force on the
breasts and chest. Using a new surgical technique, the noted doctor had run
thin, telescoping, but very strong stainless steel shafts down through the
center axis of each breast, entering at the nipple and extending through the
breast tissue to the breast bone, where a small hole was drilled in the bone
and a flat metal plate of surgical steel was held on the end of the shaft by a
locking nut and washer. The nipple end of the shaft was connected to the
stainless steel ring that penetrated the base of the nipple horizontally and
the additional penetrating bolt went behind the ring. The purpose of this
hardware was to allow considerable strain to be put on the nipple rings without
tearing them out or destroying the breast itself. The uses were many. For
example, Dori was often left in her stall with just her nipple rings connected
by chains to a ring on the wall. The longer the chins, the more freedom she had
within the stall. The shorter they were the more tension was placed on the
rings and connected bone and tissue. When not on reins handled by a trainer or
owner, her four feet were often chained directly to the nipple rings, creating
an extremely efficient form of hobble. In this position, she could barely walk,
let alone run, and she was often turned out in the paddocks with the four taunt
chains coupled to her nipples; left feet to left nipple, right feet to right
nipple. Her basic harness encapsulated both of her enlarged female mounds in
tight leather cups fitted with a variety of devices ranging from simple
security locks restricting access to the nipples to complex milking and
electronic disciplinary devices that were beyond uncomfortable. The horse body
capsule she wore accommodated her breasts and the harness, so that from the
outside she looked like a pony with normal accoutrements. In her stall, Dori
was often chained by all four of her hooves as well as by a stainless steel
stock that kept her head in place.

The key to
Dori’s new appearance was her beautiful horse head. The steel hard points that
Graham mounted in her neck, head and shoulders provided ideal connection points
for the unique horse’s neck and head Dori now wore. The adaptation was far from
simply putting a fake horse head over the girl’s human head. The neck had to
mate up properly with the rest of her body capsule. Thus, in preparation, her
metal hardware was adjusted to fit exactly into the frame and mounting points
on the head. The short, hollowed out, blunt, rounded pins on either side of her
neck, just below and slightly hidden by her ears, slipped into matching open slots
inside the horse head. The similarly constructed pins on her shoulders locked
into their mates in the lower section of the head/neck, snapping locked as the
clamshell headpiece closed. Two smaller pins at either temple, hidden by her
hair, connected to those in the inside front of the head.

Over her head,
and before it was enclosed in the horse head structure, a bridle of thin,
custom-fitted leather bands was put on. The primary band wrapped around the
crown of her head, from forehead to the back. Across the top of her head, twin
bands held the first in place. From the prime band, another went over the top,
down the sides in front of her ears, crossed under her jaw and locked behind
her neck. From these side bands, flat metal clips locked into the metal chain
leads from the bits that led to her ear piercings. Dori’s stretched mouth was
filled with a combination snaffle and working bit that served three purposes:

(1) It combined
with the working bridles to restrict her speech to mostly grunts, whimpers and
muted cries. No words could be formed because of the pressure of the bit on her
tongue and palette.

(2) In concert
with the working bridles and reins, it was an excellent controlling management
tool that allowed grooms and trainers to easily get her to do as they wanted.
Any resistance brought waves of pain to her jaw, tongue, mouth and nose.

(3) It
functioned as a constant reminder, along with her other equine equipment, that
she was no longer human and would for the rest of her life be treated as a horse.

The bit was
fitted at the sides of her mouth with heavy rings that connected short chains
leading to her widely pierced earlobes and to a single large ring through the
septum of her nose. The control provided by this arrangement left no doubt in
anyone’s mind about why horses respond easily and quickly to a bit of rein here
and there. It was easy to see why such an arrangement worked on these ponies,
considering that horses didn’t have rings in their noses. The bit also had a
hollow extension tube that allowed the pony to suck water and other liquids
from the buckets that were provided. Solid food was introduced through the
hinged jaws and put directly in the pony’s bitted mouth. The heavy head was
then lowered over Dori’s head, the clamshell sides brought together and secured
with hidden locks and seals. Inside, the human head was tightly enclosed, the
bits fitting into additional fixtures to hold them in place. With the head on,
Dori’s vision was limited to what she could see forward and slightly to the
sides since the horse’s eyes were not aimed forward, but rather to cover a
wider field of vision to the sides. Once the horse head was in place, she was
tightly and perfectly enclosed inside the carbon fiber and latex construction
that looked and felt like a real horse’s head and neck. Her hair was cut and
trimmed so that the top and center hair continued to grow and was led out
through several openings on the neck and back of the horse’s head fixture,
providing a real and authentic mane. When it was long enough, the mane was
trimmed and fit perfectly into the horse image. The rest of her body was
similarly fitted into the pony capsule that had, for all purposes, become a
second skin. The outer coat was light gray with flecks of black around the hind
legs and belly. The fabric was a combination of durable synthetic materials,
woven to resemble an actual pony’s hide and fitted exactly to her new shape.
Her hoofs and head matched so well that only a very close examination would
disclose the attachment points. Only her sex and her breasts remained exposed
and these latter organs were usually minimized by the leather harness and bra
cups.

Dori stood on
all four of her hoofed feet, her head upright and attentive to the light
pressure on her reins. She knew in her head that she was now the pony she had
once only vaguely understood. She knew in her body, with all of its new and
specialized alterations, that she would never be a human rider again. And now
she knew a great deal more, more than anyone else, about how horses felt and
why they did what they did. It was not going to be a luxury life, but for Dori,
it was a new and exciting life. Being a pony wasn’t the worst thing in the
world.