A Stable Existence. The story continues

   Please help keep our

blog alive.

From only $3 a month

https://www.patreon.com/AndyLatex

On Patreon Today

An exclusive Andy

portrait. I often

create these as

plans and rough

ideas but I thought

I would share

this as a surprise treat.

Hi Everyone

  Wednesday is here again and that means I have the delight to be able to share the next 4 instalments of our dear Skinnie Stallions superb story.

  XXX

Andy

A Stable Existence

By

Skinnie Stallion

Part 1  http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2022/04/wednesday-special-from-skinnie-stallion.html

 Part 2 http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2022/05/wednesday-literature-double.html

8 Consequences

Over the following weeks, Andy slowly improved.   It had taken him some time before he had felt able to speak to Mistress Aaliyah about what had happened at the competition.  Eventually, during one of her evening whispers, he managed to tell her.  She responded with gentleness.  “Of courze, darleeng, she said patting him,  “of courze I understand.”  He welcomed her empathy and tenderness.   “Novices do not normally wear tails but you were already used to wearing one.  I zee inzide you; I zee your dezire.   You, Mees Andy, will soon be competing as a filly.   You have zo much potential.”   She patted and stroked him.  “I vill make zure you are properly plugged.  You vill not be deestracted.”   Andy whimpered with gratitude, but she continued, “You vill vear steel buttplug.   Heavy steel buttplug.   It vill help with your pozture.  You vill stand straight.  You vill concentrate.  You vill keep your leettle bottom tight to hold your plug.  Very tight.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” muttered Andy not entirely sure that it was what he wished for.   But he remembered Auntie talking to him about Kegel exercises so it would probably be good.   

“And, Mees Andy,” Mistress Aaliyah continued,  “you vill be plugged when you compete as filly.  You vill stay virgin.   Too young to become mare.”   She patted him again and gave him a little kiss on his forehead.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Much too young.”

9 The New Stable girl

Mistress Aaliyah came to him one morning when he was naked after training and preparing to go up to the house for his maid duties.  Mistress was accompanied by two other ladies he thought he recognised.   She pointed with pride at the rows of rosettes lining at Andy’s stall.   Every rosette bar one bore little dry white streaks.

“Mees Andy,” said Mistress Aaliyah, “since you have done so well at your events.  Ve have agreed that you vill have a leettle reward.   You vill be stablegirl.  You vill still train as pony but you vill be stablegirl during the day.”

“Oh!” he exclaimed, hastily adding, “Oh! Mistress.”

“We need to think about your longer term potential Andy,” said a blonde in tight latex pants.  You may look as gorgeous as any ponygirl,  but you can’t be a ponyboi all your life.  We will still want to use you for modelling and photoshoots, but you need to have some career options other than ending up in a harem, and then pulling dog-carts when your owner gets tired of you.  Or just going back to skivvying.  Let’s see how you do as a stabelboi.”

“What do you say, Andrew?” said her similarly attired and coiffed colleague.

“Thank you Mistress.   Thank you Mistresses,” he corrected himself.    He thought the ladies looked wonderful.   Mistress Aaliyah always did but these two were stunning in their blouses and tight pants and heels.  He would willingly do anything they asked.  

The ladies smirked at how he was responding to them.  “Less of that Boy,”  he was cautioned but it was difficult after all these months.  

At least Mistress Aaliyah had taken to giving him some relief if he won a competition.   It was such a motivator knowing that he would feel the brief caress of her leather gloved hand when he was back in his horsebox.  “Good pony,” she’d say, “anoint your  trophy for me.”  But it was always over so quickly: he couldn’t help himself.   And his new rosette would be soiled with his creamy whiteness.   

Then he realised that the ladies reminded him of his Aunt.   The first weeks he’d thought about her every night.   But that had slowly faded.  He used to think about Will too.  Now he went to sleep mostly dreaming about Mistress Aaliyah and how he wanted to please her, or the stallions that he’d seen at competitions, especially the one who’d looked a bit like Will.   Nice stallions allowed to hang free.  Why wasn’t he thinking about Aunt Jane more?  He must try to stay focused on Jane.   His deeper feelings flooded back: he wanted his Auntie so badly.  And he wanted his Will.   If he ever saw Will again, he would have to tell him how he really felt about him.  He didn’t just want to be Will’s best friend.

“You vill start in tack room and mucking out, Mees Andy, but if you are good stablegirl, ve will give you some practice as junior trainer.”

“Thank you, Mistress Aaliyah.”

“Work hard, Boy.   You have a lot to learn but you will be rewarded if you do well.”

“The girls vill change you.   You vill vear blouze, tight pants and bootz like the other girls.”

10 The Stable Girl Apprentice

After his cleaning duties in the house, Andy found that he enjoyed working as a stablegirl.  He missed wearing his maid’s dress, but he found he had more freedom around the stables.  He liked his new outfit, especially his knee high boots, and he was at least with other girls, although they didn’t speak much to him except to give him instruction and guidance.   At least he wasn’t gagged which showed that he was trusted.  

He started with menial duties like polishing tack, making sure harnesses and brasses glistened.   He cleaned costumes and laid them out.   He polished boots.  He shovelled the manure laden straw from empty stalls, and hosed and cleaned them out while their occupants were being trained or out pulling dog-carts or sulkies.   He cleaned and folded blankets and bedding.  He laid down fresh straw.   He prepared feed bags.   There was order to his day until his evening training session when he’d be harness again by the girls.  The biggest bonus was that he was allowed to do his own make-up.

After a few weeks he graduated to hosing down other ponybois.   He wasn’t allowed near the ponygirls or stallions.   One or two of the ponybois had rosettes in their stalls but none of them were adorned like his.   Most of them said ‘2nd ’, ‘3rd’ or ‘Highly Commended’.  There were very few ‘1st’s.     Andy’s were all ‘1st’ apart from one solitary ‘2nd’.   Andy noted that those winning rosettes also had familiar stains and streaks.

Soon he was allowed to help with dressing and harnessing but his duties were restricted to tightening straps and harnesses, putting on pony hooves, fixing bridles and ears.   And, of course polishing.  But he wasn’t allowed to help tuck and fasten crotch straps nor fix ponytails.

11 The New Pony

Andy still had ponyboi training in the early morning and evening, and stableboi work during the day.   He was even allowed lunch with the stablegirls but was made to sit in isolation at the opposite end of a refectory table in the servants’ hall.  Now he was only given fruit in his evening feedbag.   There were still dressage competitions or gymkhanas at weekends.   He’d grown to enjoy competing.

Andy had relaxed into his new routine when Mistress Aaliyah approached him one morning in the tack room.  “Mees Andy, I have challenge for you.   Check your make-up.   Put on your earrings and best collar, then come with me.   Ve have special guests.”  Andy rushed to the stablegirls’ amenity and put extra mascara on his false eyelashes and a little more blusher to highlight his cheekbones so that his complexion glowed.  He switched lipsticks and chose a shade that matched Mistress Aaliyah’s.  He was excited.   It had to be Jane come to visit. 

Mistress Aaliyah led him to an adjacent stable block that he’d never been inside before.     They passed a hunt mistress near the entrance standing alongside an elegant bespectacled lady.  The latter stood out because she was the only one amongst them, him included, who wasn’t wearing latex.   But she looked immaculate in her grey Armani suit.   He was sure he’d seen her before.  But where?   Had it been Knightley Towers?  Or at one of the auctions?   He couldn’t quite place her, but he did feel she’d been somewhere in the background at various times when he’d been with Jane.   He felt cheered by that thought: he was probably going to be seeing Jane.

Further in the stable, he saw two mistresses from the mansion struggling to hold down a feisty pony.  “Oh my,” said one of the ladies, spotting him in his blouse, tight britches and boots, “‘Venus as a Boy’.   Most definitely ‘Venus as a Boy’.   The perfect Venus and the perfect Boy.”

He looked around for Jane and his heart fell on finding she wasn’t there.  

Nevertheless he gasped at the sight in front of him.  This time it wasn’t because of the gorgeous ladies in their tight latex pants and over-the-knee boots, it was the pony.   This wasn’t another ponyboy like him in latex or PVC body, arm binder, harness and hooves.   This was a complete pony: the real deal.  The pony was wearing  a full chestnut brown latex catsuit: feminised perfection with with padded breast inserts, and black waspie waist-shaping corset.   But what drew Andy’s immediate attention was that it wore as a hood: a complete latex horse’s head with flowing main.  

One of the mistresses, still adjusting the neck gaiter of the hood, spoke : “One more seam, tight and smooth, and our very special entry to the village Gymkhana is ready.”   Andy was transfixed: the pony, taller and more developed than him, looked awesome.  It had a more delicate physique than most stallions: a beautiful, feminised stallion.   To complete the effect, it even had little hooves on its hands although these were of light, soft rubber to avoid it being able to do any damage.    He’d never seen a ponyboi so perfectly and completely turned out, not even at one of the gymkhanas.   

The lines of the pony’s catsuit were immaculate: Andy couldn’t believe how well tucked he’d been such that the thinnest of leather thongs was all that was needed as a crotch strap and retainer for his plumed black tail.   Then  the smoothness of the lines made Andy realise that this lovely pony would never make a proper stallion.   It was obvious that his crotch strap had very little to retain:  it must be a minute tuck.   Poor pony: the stallion that would never be!    A wave of sympathy went through Andy.   What a shame when the pony looked so fabulous.   He loved the look of the mistresses, but he was starting to feel very aroused by the chestnut pony with its overpowering aroma of latex.

Mistress Aaliyah spoke: “This is our latest arrival.  Vot do you think of our new pony?”

“He looks amazing, Mistress” said Andy.  “He’s got a head and hooves.  He’s a proper pony.”

Mistress Aaliyah gave a him a slightly quizzical look then continued, “Yez, his owner wants him to have a totally immersive experience.  He vill be pony for next months.   Total pony.”

“Gosh!” exclaimed Andy.   He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like being locked inside a latex suit like that for so long.   At least there was the upside that it would save on make-up and grooming, but  would require a lot of polish.

“His owner vonts him to be trained.   But he vill need breaking first.”   

“Breaking, Mistress?” queried Andy.  He could hear the other Mistresses talking but he stayed focused  on the Mistress Aaliyah like a good stableboy. The pony tossed its head and stamped its hooves: three short staccato taps,  followed by three long hard stamps, then three short taps again.

Mistress Aaliyah came up close beside him.  He could feel her warm breath in his ear.    She whispered, “Yes Mees Andy, breaking.”   When she whispered, Andy found it impossible to resist.  He was her ponyboi, her stableboi, hers to command.  But he so wanted to be her ponygirl and stablegirl, except he wanted to be prettier than any stablegirl.   “You can see pony has too much spirit.  Pony must be tamed.  His owner sends him to stable to be broken and trained.   His owner doesn’t want horse whisperer technique.  Owner vonts pony taught firm discipline.  Pony is to compete as Novice Pony like how you started.    This is job for you, stableboi.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Andy.   For once he forgot to add ‘Mistress’ but it seemed this time he would be excused.

Mistress Aaliyah pulled him closer.  It felt wonderful to have her touch him so intimately.  It was like being with Auntie.   He realised he wanted Auntie by his side: their love would last forever.  This was nice but it wasn’t  the same.  He wanted to be with Auntie.  Mistress Aaliyah’s hand pressed against his groin and then moved  slowly lower as she spoke more loudly so the other Mistresses could hear: “She is yours to train, Andy, but know this: if she does not win first prize, the stable will be gaining its first cute little sissy pony foal in white latex and pretty pink ribbons.”  With her final words, her hand pressed into his crotch.

Andy groaned.  He might be tightly tucked in his grey latex pants but he knew Mistress Aaliyah could feel him stirring.  Mistress Aaliyah was so like his beloved Auntie.  If only it was Auntie.  “Oh, crikey Mistress,” gulped Andy.   He tried to calm himself and think about Jane: ‘Real love will last forever,’ he thought.  

“This is your challenge. Pony cannot wear bit because of head, only bridle.   Pony cannot be broken to bit like you were, my good leettle horsey. You vill need crop to break her.”

Andy heard unintelligible muffled cries from the pony: “Muumf.   Muummpf.   Hummpft.”   The pony repeated its hoof tapping.

“See, pony protests.   You may use a crop on him: buttocks and thighs will be best but don't damage latex suit.   It doesn’t matter if you mark pony.  His owner will be quite happy.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Pony cannot see in hood so no need for blinkers.   You will use reins and crop to control.  Maybe ve put ring on buttplug for additional rein but let’s zee how you do first.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The pony continued its cries and began to toss its head more violently. It pushed at the one Mistresses and tried to move forward but in its hooded blindness bumped into one of the stall walls.  “Show your skeells, Mees Andy.  Get him under control.  Show Mistresses how you vill handle pony.   Zey vill vont to zee you use whip.”

“What’s the pony’s name, Mistress?” asked Andy.

“You vill call him Johannes,” said Mistress Aaliyah handing him her crop.

Andy picked up a bridle and reins.   Both the blonde Mistresses stood back as he approached Johannes.   “Come on Johannes,” he said as he slipped the bridle over the horse’s head, “be a nice pony.”  The horse tried to buck but Andy brought the crop down with a thwack on the pony’s right thigh.  The pony reared so Andy followed with a second stroke on the pony’s right buttock.  He now had the reins and  stood behind the pony feeling more in control.  The pony tried to  turn his head as if to speak to him.  Andy yanked on the reins to straighten the head and applied two sharp strokes to the back of the left thigh.   The pony turned, quietened and ceased struggling.  Faint moans could be heard coming from inside the head.

“Bravo, Mees Andy.  Well done!  You are true stablegirl!” exclaimed Mistress Aaliyah.

Andy felt torn.  He was so proud Mistress Aaliyah had finally called him a stablegirl.   He realised he was aroused not just by her and the Mistresses but also by Johannes.  He thought Johannes looked wonderful.  He also realised how much of a thrill he’d felt when using the crop on Johannes.   He felt in control.  For the first time, he’d been a dominant.  He liked it.   He would have to try this with Will sometime.   That’s if he ever saw Will again.  And then his mind shifted back to Jane.  Seeing all these ladies in their tight pants and high boots reminded him of Jane but none of them compared to her.  It had been so long since he’d seen her.   So long since the bounty hunters had captured him.  He was sure she must have some cunning plan to rescue him but months had passed and there’d been no sign of her.   Had she forgotten him?  Or had she just given up?  

Inside the horse’s head, Jane tried to stifle her sobs.   Tears ran down her face.  Her boy was so close but so very far. What hold did they have over him?  Who was the lady with the exotic accent speaking to him?     It wasn’t his fault.   With all the time they’d had, he  must have been subverted, or was that seduced?  Could she blame him for forgetting her?  

Then she shook herself back to reality.   What had happened to his tradecraft?  He seemed to have forgotten even basic training.   Surely he could still manage basic Morse Code, or had he succumbed entirely to The Sisterhood?  He'd gone astray.  ‘Open up your eyes,’ she wanted to plead,  ‘then you’ll realise, here I stand with my everlasting love.   Like the sun that shines, you always will be mine.’   But had that moment passed?

Jane resigned herself to being Johannes.   The best she could do for her boy, was trying to be the best pony for him.   At least that would mean he wasn’t punished further.  She also hoped it might stop him beating her.  

She heard the foreign sounding Mistress speak again: “And if Johannes win, I’m zure you know what to do with his Rosette.”

‘What on earth did that mean?’, thought Jane.

To Be Continued

Stay tuned for the final 2 parts next week

XXXX