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this is a story i wrote for my feind dolton he enjoyed he so i hope you do to
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This compilation of previously-published stories contains all 6 (SIX) of Miss Miranda Birch's femdom fantasies concerning the male human pony. The price may seem a little steep: but remember this is a collection of SIX full-priced stories, so if you are into pony play it is actually quite a bargain! Ponies Miss Debbie Parker has settled in America, where she is staying with her dear old friend Miss Lucy Elcox, the owner of a large plantation in a remote country location. Here many scores of males are kept in captivity, toiling in the fields or in the mansion. All have been kidnapped and brought secretly to the estate. Some are convicts who have escaped from gaol, All are under the supervision of female overseers, many of them negresses. There is in addition one female slave, the personal possession of Miss Lucy, who uses her for sexual gratification. Some of the male slaves are used as ponies, and this story covers Debbie's very first ride! The New Pony Rob a young happy-go-lucky college grad., had soon grown tired of Jill, the older woman he was dating. Unfortunately for him, she didn't feel the same way. And, unknown to him, she was a friend of Mistress Lucy. Not that Rob had ever heard of Mistress Lucy. He would certainly never have got involved with Jill if he had! For, “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”, as Rob was soon to discover. He had been kidnapped and taken to Mistress Lucy's Estate. In accordance with his jilted sugar-mummy's instructions, Rob was soon taken to the stables to be broken in as a pony boy. Pony Training Debbie Parker is still enjoying her stay with her old friend Mistress Lucy on her estate dedicated to the femdom lifestyle. Now she decides to take a greater interest in the activities of the estate, in particular the pony training. For on this estate, the ponies are not horses — but men! Celebrating Female Domination Emma, a niece of Mistress Lucy, has already been introduced to the femdom lifestyle by her new friend Debbie, who is a regular guest at Mistress Lucy's Femdom Estate (see “A Domina Returns”, the previous book in this series). Now, Emma gets the chance to cross the Ocean for the first time and visit Mistress Lucy's establishment, which is in a remote part of the USA. This is her chance to experience the full range of this exciting new lifestyle. A keen rider already, she just loves the pony boys! She also likes having a ‘boy’ treble her age dancing attendance upon her as her personal servant! And there is lots more! She writes back now to a college friend, telling her all about her initiation into the full femdom lifestyle! Gynocracy Park Somewhere in England, there is an amusement park… an amusement park entirely staffed by naked male slaves! An amusement park where the rides are human ponies! An amusement park strictly for the dominant female only! The heroine of this story pays this amusement park a visit for a day, and arranges for her cheating husband to pay a visit also. In his case, the visit will last rather longer… Ladies! Need a new man in your life, but still lumbered with the old one? Let us take him off your hands, and train him up for a new career in the entertainment business! Boring husbands, aging toy-boys… it matters not one whit to us! Reasonable rates, bulk discounts! The Latest in Femdom Entertainment! Ponyland At Ponyland, you pay to play — in more ways than one! And more than one male visitor has discovered just that — when his day or week of fantasy femdom play became permanent femdom reality! Readers of Gynocracy Park may have wondered how the hapless male stock are acquired. Well, here is the story of how one male fantasist became a real male pony in the Park — for good!
It was just so wonderful...
to finally have a pony to call her own!
The Pony Ranch - by Jack Graham
Copyright 1999 - 2001
No hamsters were harmed during the
writing of this story.
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When she had been a young girl, she wanted a pony
in the worst way. Her parents had not thought it such a good idea. They had
given her many toys and dolls and games, and were great parents
in every way. But no matter how she begged and cajoled,
they would never get her a pony.
Eventually Merrilyn's urge for a pony passed, and she hadn't
really ever thought about it again until she and Arthur
bought this place.
"I never got to have a pony," she would tell people.
"But at least I can live on a pony ranch."
Just as Merrilyn was about to
put a tray of cookies into the oven, the doorbell rang.
She grabbed a dishtowel, wiped
her doughy hands, and went to see who could be calling
at this time of day.
Looking out the small window beside their front door, Merrilyn
saw an old man standing at the doorway. He seemed to
be dressed like a farmer. She opened the door and inquired
of his business.
"Is this the Pony Ranch?" the man inquired.
When Merrilyn told him that yes it was,
he introduced himself as Johnson Trebelhorn, the man who owned the Rocky
Hill Farm over toward Morgansville. He said that he was getting
out of the farming business, that he was just too old
to keep up with it anymore. Since none of his children
seemed to be interested, he was selling his livestock.
"I have one old pony," he continued.
"Got it for my grandkids when they were small, but now
they're grown and aren't interested anymore either."
Merrilyn said she didn't think they could afford to buy a pony
at this time of year.
"Oh, I wouldn't think of selling her. She's too old for that,"
said Mr. Trebelhorn. "I just want her to have a good
home, and where better than at a pony ranch?"
Merrilyn was just about to tell Mr. Trebelhorn that she really
didn't have a pony ranch, that it was just a name, when
something stopped her. That old urge that she had hidden
deep inside her was saying...
"Take the pony; take the pony;
take the pony!"
It was all she could do to hold back the giggles.
"Won't Arthur be surprised?" she snickered
to herself.
And so she told Mr. Trebelhorn, "We would be pleased
to take your pony. We'll see that it is very happy here at the
ranch!"
Mr. Trebelhorn promised to bring the
pony over on Thursday, and then he was on his way. Merrilyn
could hardly contain herself.
"A pony at last!" she shouted out loud.
"After all these years!"
Arthur returned from the store about a half-hour later. As
he unpacked his shopping bag, Merrilyn came into the
kitchen. "Arthur," she told him, "you've got to build
a barn out in the back. It has to be ready by Thursday."
He hadn't seen his wife this excited
since she accidentally dropped their daughter Annabelle's
pet hamster down the sink, and that had been a long
time ago.
"Have you finally bought a pony?" Arthur asked.
"No, but old Mr. Trebelhorn from over at Rocky Hill is giving
me a pony," Merrilyn answered. "But," she said, as she
suddenly realized what Arthur had asked, "how did you
know?"
"You never really got over wanting to have a pony," replied
Arthur."Ever since we moved here, and especially
after you insisted on naming the place 'The Pony Ranch', I just knew
that someday you'd come home with a pony."
"Folks, meet 'Muffin,'" Mr. Trebelhorn said on Thursday
as he unloaded her from his trailer.
Muffin was reddish-brown, with a white mark on her forehead,
and she was as friendly as she could be.
About the Author: Both of Jack Graham 's
parents were the children of pioneers. Jack is a great-grandson of immigrant
steel-workers, and grandson of a veteran of the Boer War. Jack was raised
in the hardscrabble suburbs of Pittsburgh, PA. Born unknowingly into the upper
level of abject poverty during the midst of the second great war, he steadily
raised himself to the lower level of reasonable prosperity in only half a
century. Jack graduated from Crafton High School, and soon thereafter from
the Penn State University School of Forestry. After an adventure in Thailand
with the US Army Corps of Engineers, he married a girl from New Jersey and
had two children. There followed a long and enjoyable career in the woods
and wild places of Pennsylvania, out there “where the wild things grow”--places
which are perhaps the inspiration for some of the tales he tells. As his children
grew, Jack read stories to them, as any good parent must do, but Jack also
told them stories from the reservoir of his own imagination. As his children
continued to grow up, they became too old for bedtime stories told at bedside,
but they never outgrew the need for good tales well-told. So, Jack’s tales
were written down in book form--some were old tales remembered, and many were
new. The book, Stories I Might Have, Meant To, or Should Have Told My Children ,
was presented to his grown children in 1995. It remains a work-in-progress
with new tales constantly being added. Jack feels that good stories should
be shared, retold, and passed on. We agree. Jack lives in Media, PA with his
wife, Tobi and their dog, Duncan. Write to Jack
Graham and let him know how much you enjoyed reading his story The
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Merrilyn and Arthur had named their place
"The Pony Ranch," and a small but distinct sign that
said just that, hung on the same post that held their
bright green mailbox.
Merrilyn was busy one morning making Christmas
cookies.
Arthur had walked to town to the post office to mail
off their Christmas cards, and to pick up some more
chocolate chips and other baking supplies at Pederoski's store.
The first
thing Wednesday morning he went right on down to the lumber yard on Route
284 and purchased one of those little already-built sheds.
The shed was delivered that very afternoon, and so
were a few new fenceposts that Arthur and old Mr.
Graham from next door put up across the back of the yard. And so the
"ranch" was ready for its first pony.
She was a good old pony and was
never a lick of trouble for Merrilyn or Arthur. They
would let the neighborhood children ride her on special
occasions, and one year they even entered her in the
county fair.
Although Muffin was old, and Merrilyn was too big to take a
ride on Muffin herself, somehow, it just didn't matter at all.
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