Safia's New Filly!

By DX



 A woman breaks into Mistress Safia’s club and challenges her, but the mistress only smiles because she was looking for a new Ponygirl!

 
Artwork and words Copyrighted 2/2001, 10/2023 All rights reserved. Images or story may not be reproduced electronically or otherwise without permission!




 Wildfire glistened in the mid-day sun as she the canted through her paces.  She had taken to the surgically implanted hooves and her balance was adjusting.  The Thyr-steri treatments had made her taller, stronger, faster, and gave her unheard of endurance.  Her rider felt light on her back.
 She shook her mane and tried to remind herself it was only a bad hair cut.  She clenched the bit in her teeth as she tried to ease the relentless pain in her jaw from the sawing reigns.  Mistress Safia was an unyielding woman, but Wildfire had quickly learned that if she obeyed, Mistress Safia could be quite pleasant.
 Wildfire didn't want to obey, but Safia was breaking down her will, slowly and surely.  Soon, Wildfire would forget her own name. 
 Alice had been a mousy, plain woman who hungered for a romp on the wild side.  When she heard of Mistress Safia’s adventures she long to be part of it.  She applied, but was turned down.  The reason given was there were no positions available.  They invited her to resubmit in a few months, but Alice wouldn’t wait.
 She stole a club patron’s ID and snuck into Safia’s club.  Once in, she used the stolen patron’s established bar tab and bought herself the most expensive drinks.
 She then had way too many.
 Through blurry eyes, she spotted Safia and confronted her.
 “Jusch who do you think you are?”  She slurred as she splashed her drink and stained Safira’s dress.
 "You're a wild little filly, aren't you?" Safia smiled with her eyes as she spoke.  “A little wild fire!”
 Alice was three sheets to the wind as her glassy eyes fell on the mistress.  "You thinksh you hot shit, don't cha'?" She slurred. “Turn me down?  You turned me down because you can’t handle the liksh of me.  I betsh you can't tame me!”
 Safia smiled. "I already have.”
 Alice looked at her curiously, then looked at her glass as the world spun away from her and the floor rose up and smacked her in the face. 
 One of Safia's special teas had done the trick. 
 “Did you think to impress me with this stunt?”  Safia asked the bewildered girl.  “Steal and lie your way into my club and drink my expensive liquor?”  She laughed as the staff peeled the girl off the floor.  “I would have simply sent you to one of the rooms upstairs to sleep it off, but you HAD to challenge me,”  She gestured to the other patrons who watched with scandalous curiosity.  “in front of everyone?”  She laughed.  “Ironically, I had revisited your original application.  I had an opening for a new sub-mistress, but after tonight’s show, I think you will fit another position entirely.”  
 She signaled to her handmaidens.  "Take her to the car.  I believe I have found my new filly."  
 As Alice slipped into darkness the word filly danced in her head.
 She was whipped to break resistance.  
 The treatments made her grow.  Alice, now Wildfire, marveled that even her breasts were swelling to perfect orbs, but they were only a purchase for Safia to punish.  Wildfire screamed into her gag as the surgical screws permanently attached hooves to her feet and a wispy tail to the base of her spine.  The dental work was the worst as they adjusted her jaw to properly accept her riding bit.  She would no longer be able to utter a single human word, but only grunt and whiney like a horse.
 Oddly enough, the most humiliating thing was the hair cut.  The stupid horse hair cut.  The groomers used a laser device to permanently destroy the follicles of any unwanted hair.
 The pain was nothing compared to Safia’s conditioning.  Days on end in a virtual world with full tactile sense of training in altered reality turned her iron will to slag.
 She soon felt the tight bite of the leather tack harness, and in no time at all she felt naked without it.
 When Wildfire looked at her reflection in the watering trough, she didn't know who it was looking back at her.
 "I have something special for you today, Wildfire." Safia announced as she reigned her towards the barn. "Today we apply the final finishes that makes you my ponygirl forever.”
 Wildfire thought she felt a spark of happiness as her knees weakened.  A moment of protest sparked somewhere deep within, but she didn’t want to resist.  
 She cringed when she saw the glow of the hot branding iron.
 “You should be honored to wear my brand.”  Safia motioned.  “Now, be a brave Wildfire and show me how grateful you are to wear my sigil.”
 Wildfire nodded, and stepped up.  As she presented her flank, she realized she was proud, and happy to be accepted by her wonderful mistress!  The girl before was adrift, nameless, now she was Wildfire, property of Mistress Safia!  Her purpose was to provide joy to her wonderful mistress!
 After she recovered, her reins were removed and replaced with her bit gag.  Wildfire was always gagged except for eating and sweet kisses from her mistress.  Then her corset, that tight, wind stealing corset was removed and replaced with a steel belt that constricted her waist even more.  Wildfire cringed from the sparks of the welding gun as it was permanently sealed up.  Then, heavy brass collars were squeezed over her breasts until the hung like little blobs of dough on her stomach.  They felt very odd as they hung there, brushing against the cold steel of her belt.  Then because everything has to be extreme with Safia, titanium shafts were pierced through her breasts to permanently secure the brass collars in place.
 A new collar and harness were bolted on, and connected to the steel belt.  This form fitting brace allowed her spine to carry a rider easily over many miles. 
 Wildfire's arms were then positioned behind the back prayer style and riveted into steel mittens. 
 "A proper ponygirl has no need for arms." Safia explained.  "They will be uncomfortable for a while, excruciating in fact.  But as they atrophy, the pain will subside, along with your memory of the girl you used to be.”
 An aluminum saddle was bolted on.  The mittens were positioned to be the horn of the saddle at the right spot to entertain Mistress Safia as she rode.  Stirrups were attached to Wildfire’s teats, and Wildfire was ready.
 "Feed and water her.”  Safia called to the stable girl.  “I can't wait to take her out for a ride.”
 And they rode.
 Wildfire loved the caress of wind through her mane.  Safia only had to touch her flank with the crop and she sprang to canter and then run.  They ran the steeplechase course in record time!  Wildfire marveled how her new tack fit her perfectly, allowing her to perform as never before!
 When she heard Safia laugh with joy, Wildfire was happy!
 When they returned to the stables, Safia dismounted and handed the reigns over to the stable hand.  As they stable girl lead Wildfire away, Safia touched her new ponygirl’s cheek.
 Wildfire felt of joy.
 In the shadow of the stable, Wildfire leaned down to sip at her trough and saw her reflection in the water.  She looks nothing like that girl she used to be.  
 What was that girl's name again?  Wildfire wondered to herself, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember that girl's name.  As she made her way over to her feed, she dismissed it, like a dream to the dawn.




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