Set on the fringes of the desert, the little airports to the east of LA have a charm lacking in LAX. The flying experience is so much more relaxed: low traffic, ease of access, few flights, open air baggage claim, quiet lounges. And discreet. Private flights are handled with minimal checks. Very discreet.
A black limousine with smoked glass windows towing a horsebox was ushered through a side gate in the metal lattice fence and directed on to the apron towards the Pilatus that was already crewed and waiting. Anyone watching from lounge window or the control tower might have seen the vehicle sweep to the far side of the plane but that is all they would observed. Hidden by the fuselage, they would not have seen the chauffeuse, a stern lady in over-buttoned leather jacket and trousers and a military looking peaked cap get out and open a rear door of the limo. They would have failed to spot an elegant dagger-heeled boot extend from the door on to the baking tarmac. If they could have followed the leg upwards, they would have seen a mature, grey haired lady wearing tight shiny pants and high boots, disembark from the back of the limo. She lowered the rear flap of the horsebox. In only a few moments she was leading a hooded figure in a long black flowing cape down the ramp and up the steps into the executive jet where they were greeted by a stewardess.
A couple of minutes later the stewardess reappeared at the hatch and indicated that other passengers could board too. The chauffeuse brought bags from the trunk and loaded them into the hatch behind the wing. She came back with an attaché case that she passed to someone in the rear of the limo. There was another pause and then a confident looking lady in a grey business suit got out of the car and went to the steps.
While the business lady seated herself and the stewardess took her drinks order, her colleague finished talking to a naked figure devoid of its cape now curled up in a basket at the back of the cabin. “Dreenk this, Mees Andy and go to sleep.” The figure raised himself slightly, took two tablets from her hand, sipped a glass of water and swallowed. She placed blankets over him and made sure he was snug. “You vill vake up where it is varm. You vill like my country. They like ponies in my country. Many horses, many ponies. Many ladies. Dream of ponies, my sweet Mees Andy. Dream, Mees Andy.”
She went forward to the body of the cabin and took one of the wide rear-facing seats so that she could maintain a watch on her special passenger. On the other side of the aisle sat the business lady. “He is zettled. Already very zleepy. No trouble.”
In the background, so it didn’t intrude, the stewardess started the safety briefing and the Pilatus started to taxi to the end of the runway. The chauffeuse closed the back of the horsebox and returned to the limo. Any watchers would have seen the limo remerge from behind the Pilatus and head back to the gate in the fencing.
“I’ve checked the down payment,” said the lady in the grey suit. “It’s all there. Fahrerin Helga will deposit it in the vault. We just need to make sure of the second payment before we hand him over. You’ll make see he’s no trouble when we arrive.”
“Zure. I vill give him horse tranquilizer before we land. He vill zleep through Customs. No-one vill look at puppy sleeping in basket. Ve vill be at Sheikh’s ranch before he wakes up.”
“Will the Sheikh be happy with his purchase?”
“Yez. Mees Andy is worth it. Best pony I ever train. Lovely gift for Shaykhah and zuperb addition to Stud Farm.”
“And the breeding?”
“There vill be no problems. They have zeen all the competitions he has won. They have zeen all his Rosettes and have tested DNA. They know he is fertile. Zissy pony zemen highly prized in East. Why Sheikh paid zuch high price. In Vest, usually second or third zons make good zissies, but East prefer thoroughbred.”
“But Andrew Watson isn’t a thoroughbred?”
“No, but Mees Andy very zpecial. They vill try to take zemen and store for breeding programme. They vill vont to start new zissy pony bloodline. Other stables will pay much for zemen of star pony. Sheikhs vont ponies for daughters when they grow up, and for their harem. Stud farms want to export to Far East and to oligarchs.”
“And will they be successful?
“No. Mees Andy vill not be producing zemen or only very leetle. Along with his vaccinations before the flight, ve give ‘vitamin shot’. Tiny pellet will release slowly in him. He will win new rosette today and produce a lot when libido still high but nothing after. Maybe a leetle near the end of his stay but only a leetle. Ve vill be able to harvest plenty of zemen when ve have him back. Ve can zell to highest bidder, if ve wont.”
“Won’t they be surprised?”
“They will think it change of stables. Change of country. Change of climate. They will try ways to excite him. Best zemen always when sissy receives so they will try him with plenty of stallions. He would have nice time if his libido were higher but pellet will stop that.”
“And if the Sheikh complains and wants his money back?”
“He vill try. But as soon as Mees Andy return to us, he will be fully fertile. Ve will show no problem when he with us. It will be zeen as Stud Farm problem. Sheikh will not make fuss. Reflect badly on his stable.”
“Good. And what will happen to him if he fails to produce?”
“They will try many methods to stimulate: stallions, stablebois, prostate massage. All will fail. They will grow tired of Mees Andy’s failure to produce.”
“And the Shaykhah?”
“She vill have lovely pony to play with. Lovely feminine pony: sweet, very good natured.”
“And limp?”
“Yes, very limp. Zhe vill show him to her girlfriends. They vill have lot of fun. In final weeks he will start to respond but only to them. They will sense female superiority. Many potential new recruits from Shaykhah and her companions.”
“Well planned Mistress Aaliyah. You are a true Mistress of The Sisterhood.”
“Zank you. And Lady Jane? Vot vill happen to her after she won for Mees Andy? Mees Andy had trained her well. Zhe vas worthy vinner. Vill she stay pony? ”
“No. Not now, although Mistress Dark is planning a Hunt after Andy gets back from Dubai. The Sisterhood will find another use for Lady Jane. She will learn to understand the contract she signed. Since it will be at least four months before she can see her Boy again, we will auction a lease on her for that period.”
The pilots completed their final checks. The Pilatus’ engines roared and it set off down the runway. As it rose from the strip, a much quieter, simple toot of a horn prompted the gate in the fencing to slide open again and the limo purred out on to the dirt road. No questions asked.
“You need vaater after your ride,” the voice whispered. Was this déjà vu? Andy still felt groggy. He was sure he’d heard that voice and those words before. Questions flooded through his head. Where was he? How long had been asleep for? And, more importantly, why did he have to wake up: he’d been having such lovely dreams about Will and all the things they’d do together. He’d imagined them living in a wing of Fullerton Hall. It had seemed perfect: living with Auntie but with Will there too.
A cup was raised to his lips. “Treenk.”
The cold water revived him slightly. Andy remembered who he was speaking to. “Thank you, Mistress.” And then added, “A cup of tea would be nice, Mistress.”
Mistress Aaliyah smiled. On this occasion she would allow him such an indiscretion. “You have had long flight, Mees Andy. You vill have cup of tea. I vill ask maid.” She pressed a buzzer then lifted his blanket. Andy shivered in the air-conditioning. Somehow he was still in the basket in which he’d laid down on the plane however many hours ago. But this felt very different. “Tea vill help revive you. Good ztrong Ingleesh tea. Now get up and have zhower. I need to do handover before plane leaves.”
Two hours later Andy was made up and dressed the same as he’d been on his first morning at the stables in California. He was no longer a stablegirl. He wasn’t even a sissy maid. He was back to being a ponyboi. All that training and he was back where he’d started eight months ago. And he was bridled so he couldn’t even speak to Mistress and ask what was happening.
Mistress Aaliyah kissed him. Andy felt a bit better. “You have been good pony, Mees Andy. You have been excellent stablegirl. I vill be zorry to lose you.”
Andy couldn’t believe what he was hearing. ‘Lose’? But he belonged to her and The Sisterhood. She’d trained him. He was her stablegirl. Her prize ponyboi. The Sisterhood’s sissymaid. He wanted to be back in California at the ranch. She led him out of the bedroom and along marble corridors. His hooves clacked on the floor. “You vill not be living in houze. You vill be in ztable. You vill only enter houze if Shaykhah vonts ‘special favours’. Andy raised his eyes: this might be better than he was expecting. He realised that he was drooling from his bridle. “Do not get excited, Mees Andy. Sheikh vill insist that you wear device. He vill keep key. Tradition remains: only eunuchs, or strict chastity in harem or for Shaykhah’s companions. Stud farm will not vont waste any of your emissions.” A device! Not again. He’d worn a cockcage quite long enough when Jane made him stay for three weeks at Knightley Towers. And what did she mean by stud farm?
“You may be invited in houze if Shaykhah vonts to give the Sheikh a ‘zpecial treat’.” Andy had little doubt what that ‘special treat’ might be. And what was this about emissions? Since being a stablegirl he hadn't cum in weeks. He’d even been denied the pleasure of helping Johannes anoint his rosette after his pony’s triumph at the gymkhana. Andy had been bundled into another horsebox while another mistress took Johannes. After all their training sessions together, he’d wanted to reward Johannes: no doubt the first of many rosettes and 1st places. He missed beautiful Johannes.
A blast of heat hit him as Mistress Aaliyah led him from the mansion on to the sandy dirt of the manège immediately outside the back door. It was clear the place was totally dedicated to horse training. “You vill look your best for the Shaykhah,” Mistress Aaliyah advised. “Do not embarrass her. Sheikh will be watching.” Andy nodded. “You vill obey her, Mees Andy. Understood?” Andy nodded again.
“Shaykhah will breed you.”
Andy was both shocked and baffled. How could he ‘breed’? How could he wear a chastity device and be expected to impregnate?
“Best quality semen during intercourse. You agree, Mees Andy.”
Andy nodded but remained perplexed. ‘Vet will collect.’ What did that mean? Did Mistress say ‘vet’ or ‘wet’? ‘Wet’ didn’t make sense.
“But first, Mees Andy, you vin this leetle competition. Show your value to the Sheikh and Shaykhah. Vin and I vill give you final treat before I leave. If you are good, ve vill collect you in four months time at end of your contract.”
Andy felt torn. No Aunt Jane and now no Mistress Aaliyah. This was intolerable. But he had to win. He wanted to win for Mistress Aaliyah but most of all he wanted to get back to California to find Auntie. He had to win. He had to stay true, whoever this Shaykhah person might be.
From the verandah of the mansion, the Shaykhah was watching with interest the latest addition to her string of ponies. He did look rather pretty like the Sheikh had said. She was becoming very keen to see how he would perform.
Oh! Checks notes. Oh crikey! You chose the version with the naughtier ending.
ReplyDeleteThank you for publishing and allowing me to 'occupy' three Wednesday round-ups. I'm sure some devotees will be hoping normal service will return. (But we did get Amanda Holden in Week 1.)
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Oh come on, Skinnie! Given a choice, do you really think Andy would not choose the naughtier ending? Because then, you would have remarked that he hadn’t, and we would all have been curious, and Andy would have had to publish it anyway.
DeleteYou write very well, Skinnie. I, for one, am looking forward to any offering you might have for us in the future.
I would be short changing your fans if I had published the "standard" version. you are welcome to occupy my space anytime you like my dear friend.
DeleteMany Many thanks for your talents
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Andy makes a delicious Pony. Either Boi or Gurl, he shines. That, and the inclusion of artwork along with a wonderful storyline with all of its tangents create a world of intrigue and adventure. So sorry to read it is ending. 😥
ReplyDeleteThank you Both for the ride 😎
I should have thought (and hoped) that Ms. Stallion would have made visit to the story.
Thank you my dear friend. I am so happy you enjoyed it, my simple art has been fully realised by S's wonderful writing. I too hope it is not the end, but there is still more to come ,so we shall see.
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I wouldn't mind breeding with and this mair
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