This is how the day starts - the groom removes the blindfold.
The ponies have come to anticipate the time, even without clocks, and they have come to anticipate what comes next.
The stallion always twitches when the mare whinnies.
She's only having her sleep-pole extracted from the wet, sore folds of her pussy but he gets restive around her. Gets... protective.
The groom did suggest gelding rather than a stallion kept entire but Lord Vader was very specific about the treatment and training required in his stables.
Both mare and stallion were to be kept whole. And not only whole, but... enhanced.
Which is possibly why the stallion's prick starts to fill. His nostrils flare, the scent of fresh cunt strong in the sterile atmosphere of the stables.
The groom can't see the expression on his face - the sleeping hood a prerequisitve for his volatile temperament - but he imagines it is the usual mix of lust and conflict and anger.
"Easy, boy," the groom murmurs, and pumps the red, hard cock a few times to encourage him to behave.
The stallion snorts and tosses his head.
But he can't do much with his arms locked behind him, his eyes blinded by the hood. And anyway, he's still on his own sleep-pole, and until it's retracted, he's not going anywhere.
The mare whinnies again and he looks over into the other stall, where she's being bridled.
Vader demands the best for his ponies and she will be taken first to be cleaned and washed.
She's a pretty little thing, and over the past few years she has learned to stop resisting.
They'd never whip her too hard, of course - it would ruin her skin - but they have been granted leeway on other means. A few sessions on the fuck machines or the shock chair have rendered away the fight in her. Now she's quite sweetly behaved.
And it helps that Vader keeps her as a show pony, more to be seen than worked.
Unlike the stallion.
The groom continues to pull casually at his erection. The stallion is beginning to breathe harder, his balls pulling up.
It's somewhat amusing that he's lately taken to shifting on his pole during his morning rub, no doubt stimulating his prostate.
The grooms haven't told Vader about this yet. But it's hardly surprising, really, given how much the stallion gets fucked.
Speaking of which...
He lets go before orgasm, and the stallion groans and bucks a bit, leaking cock desperate for friction in thin air.
But Lord Vader is receiving the Emperor today, and the ponies will be expected to be at their best. This one, he contemplates, will no doubt be required to please the Emperor by ejaculating before him.
When he goes to check on the progress with the mare, she is getting the finishing touches applied to her harness.
Her dark hair has been washed and dried, plaited down her back to hang precisely between her shoulderblades. Her eyes are wide but stare straight ahead at nothing. Her pretty mouth has bee painted before the bit was inserted - a nice sweet pink, he notes approvingly.
Even as he watches, an undergroom hangs bells on her nipples while another eases in her tail plug. It is a source of some professional pride that they took the time to use her own hair to form the thick, luxurious fall of her tail.
Still, it was easier with her than it was with the stallion. It was necessary to grow his hair for some time before it was a sufficient length. And even then they had to shear him to preserve the length. It is only just beginning to reach an acxeptible length again.
He walks around the mare, eyeing her critically. She shifts, boot clopping as the metal sole comes down on the echoing tile.
The dark leather harness sets off her pale, unblemished skin to perfection. Echoing in the hard shelves on whicb her breasts sit.
The groom flatters himself it is an innovative idea.
This way, they not only present and expose her breasts - humiliating her and pleasing all onlookers - but the support is important to keep them supple and firm. Especially when she is shown off. Trotting and running can damage the elasticity of human skin terribly, he thinks, and pulls a nipple to sit just so.
She trembles at the touch so he does it again, and is amused to watch her thighs clench and release.
Her arm binders are loose so he directs an undergroom to tighten them, and himself reaches between her legs to tighten the clamp on her clitoris. The attached bell jangles merrily. The thin leather braids that pull her labia apart are pulled up to harness around her waist, and all these are also tightened before she is led out.
She will be walked to warm up her muscles for the showing later on.
The stallion is led into the closure still in his sleep hood, the metal soles of his boots loud as he clops in over the tiles.
He grunta when they insert the enema nozzle, but does not react when the undergrooms begin to scrub him down. The bristles for him are rougher and harder, as per Vader's directives, but then he is a work horse and this is necessary to help his circulation.
When he is emptied of the contents of his bowels, he is rinsed and dried and then oiled all over. Just as the mare was.
And just like always, the groom remembers fondly when he first saw the raw potential and thought it would never have the strength to pull the sulky, even with the gravity boosters that Vader added to the vehicle to assist with load bearing.
As he watches the deceptive shift of muscle beneath skin, he is glad to have been wrong.
The stallion is harnessed in much the same way as the mare. Except that the waist strap allows for him to be put between the shafts of the sulky. And the bit is replaced by a ball gag.
It is not traditional for a pony, but the struggle when he managed to get the bit properly betweeen his teeth made him useless while the badly cut corners of his mouth healed.
The groom inserts his tail plug himself, the gold-red copper shorter than the mare's curls but still long enough to draw the eye to the rump.
His arm binders are habitually pulled tight, and unlike the mare, they are only loosened when he is pulling the sulky.
Or enduring the fuck machines or the shock chair. And even then his wrists are manacled and a troop of clones is left to guard Vader's valuable property.
The groom pulls the groin ring down and slides it around the now flacid penis before pulling the straps around and up at the back. If the penis fills, the ring will act as a tight cock ring. If it doesn’t, it will still look pretty.
They have very little time left so he doesn’t lube the sounding rod before he begins to shove it into the ponyboy's urethra.
The stallion bucks, and whines high and loud, but he is restrained enough that the groom only shoots him a frustrated glare.
"You should be used to this by now," he snaps, "Stop fidgeting."
They take him out into the training ring.
And they bow immediately.
Vader is already there, watching as the Emperor strokes the mare's flanks.
"Such a pretty creature," the Emperor says, and then his wrecked face crumplea into a leer as he catches sight of them.
"Ah," he says, "Kenobi. How nice to see you. And in such fine fettle."
The stallion always lifts his chin, but he is useless here.
The groom knows he had done his work well.
And across the paddock Vader takes the mare's bridle and walks her to the tethering post. The pole beside it sports one of the biggest vibrators in the collection and she pulls back restively. But the iron grip on her reins does not falter.
She is mounted and left, her eyes already glazing over as the vibrator churns in her sloppy cunt.
Her breasts wobble on their support shelf, and the bells on her nipples and clit tinkle musically. She is a thing of beauty in this grim, lava-reddened world of heat and desolation.
"Perhaps a ride before business, Master," Vader's mechanical voice booms.
And the stallion's nostrils flare.
The groom ignores his bad temper as he puts the blinkers on him. It is the Emperor who fastens the clamps of the reins. And not on the ball gag, which is not efficient for this act, but to the stallion's balls.
The reins when snapped, snap up into the soft underside of the rump, and so long as any turns are signalled by pulling hard enough on the appropriate testicle, the groom is confident that the ride will be relatively smooth.
FILL: Anakin/Padme/Obi Wan/Palpatine-Body Modification, Bondage,Humiliation
The ponies have come to anticipate the time, even without clocks, and they have come to anticipate what comes next.
The stallion always twitches when the mare whinnies.
She's only having her sleep-pole extracted from the wet, sore folds of her pussy but he gets restive around her. Gets... protective.
The groom did suggest gelding rather than a stallion kept entire but Lord Vader was very specific about the treatment and training required in his stables.
Both mare and stallion were to be kept whole. And not only whole, but... enhanced.
Which is possibly why the stallion's prick starts to fill. His nostrils flare, the scent of fresh cunt strong in the sterile atmosphere of the stables.
The groom can't see the expression on his face - the sleeping hood a prerequisitve for his volatile temperament - but he imagines it is the usual mix of lust and conflict and anger.
"Easy, boy," the groom murmurs, and pumps the red, hard cock a few times to encourage him to behave.
The stallion snorts and tosses his head.
But he can't do much with his arms locked behind him, his eyes blinded by the hood. And anyway, he's still on his own sleep-pole, and until it's retracted, he's not going anywhere.
The mare whinnies again and he looks over into the other stall, where she's being bridled.
Vader demands the best for his ponies and she will be taken first to be cleaned and washed.
She's a pretty little thing, and over the past few years she has learned to stop resisting.
They'd never whip her too hard, of course - it would ruin her skin - but they have been granted leeway on other means. A few sessions on the fuck machines or the shock chair have rendered away the fight in her. Now she's quite sweetly behaved.
And it helps that Vader keeps her as a show pony, more to be seen than worked.
Unlike the stallion.
The groom continues to pull casually at his erection. The stallion is beginning to breathe harder, his balls pulling up.
It's somewhat amusing that he's lately taken to shifting on his pole during his morning rub, no doubt stimulating his prostate.
The grooms haven't told Vader about this yet. But it's hardly surprising, really, given how much the stallion gets fucked.
Speaking of which...
He lets go before orgasm, and the stallion groans and bucks a bit, leaking cock desperate for friction in thin air.
But Lord Vader is receiving the Emperor today, and the ponies will be expected to be at their best. This one, he contemplates, will no doubt be required to please the Emperor by ejaculating before him.
When he goes to check on the progress with the mare, she is getting the finishing touches applied to her harness.
Her dark hair has been washed and dried, plaited down her back to hang precisely between her shoulderblades. Her eyes are wide but stare straight ahead at nothing. Her pretty mouth has bee painted before the bit was inserted - a nice sweet pink, he notes approvingly.
Even as he watches, an undergroom hangs bells on her nipples while another eases in her tail plug. It is a source of some professional pride that they took the time to use her own hair to form the thick, luxurious fall of her tail.
Still, it was easier with her than it was with the stallion. It was necessary to grow his hair for some time before it was a sufficient length. And even then they had to shear him to preserve the length. It is only just beginning to reach an acxeptible length again.
He walks around the mare, eyeing her critically. She shifts, boot clopping as the metal sole comes down on the echoing tile.
The dark leather harness sets off her pale, unblemished skin to perfection. Echoing in the hard shelves on whicb her breasts sit.
The groom flatters himself it is an innovative idea.
This way, they not only present and expose her breasts - humiliating her and pleasing all onlookers - but the support is important to keep them supple and firm. Especially when she is shown off. Trotting and running can damage the elasticity of human skin terribly, he thinks, and pulls a nipple to sit just so.
She trembles at the touch so he does it again, and is amused to watch her thighs clench and release.
Her arm binders are loose so he directs an undergroom to tighten them, and himself reaches between her legs to tighten the clamp on her clitoris. The attached bell jangles merrily. The thin leather braids that pull her labia apart are pulled up to harness around her waist, and all these are also tightened before she is led out.
She will be walked to warm up her muscles for the showing later on.
The stallion is led into the closure still in his sleep hood, the metal soles of his boots loud as he clops in over the tiles.
He grunta when they insert the enema nozzle, but does not react when the undergrooms begin to scrub him down. The bristles for him are rougher and harder, as per Vader's directives, but then he is a work horse and this is necessary to help his circulation.
When he is emptied of the contents of his bowels, he is rinsed and dried and then oiled all over. Just as the mare was.
And just like always, the groom remembers fondly when he first saw the raw potential and thought it would never have the strength to pull the sulky, even with the gravity boosters that Vader added to the vehicle to assist with load bearing.
As he watches the deceptive shift of muscle beneath skin, he is glad to have been wrong.
The stallion is harnessed in much the same way as the mare. Except that the waist strap allows for him to be put between the shafts of the sulky. And the bit is replaced by a ball gag.
It is not traditional for a pony, but the struggle when he managed to get the bit properly betweeen his teeth made him useless while the badly cut corners of his mouth healed.
The groom inserts his tail plug himself, the gold-red copper shorter than the mare's curls but still long enough to draw the eye to the rump.
His arm binders are habitually pulled tight, and unlike the mare, they are only loosened when he is pulling the sulky.
Or enduring the fuck machines or the shock chair. And even then his wrists are manacled and a troop of clones is left to guard Vader's valuable property.
The groom pulls the groin ring down and slides it around the now flacid penis before pulling the straps around and up at the back. If the penis fills, the ring will act as a tight cock ring. If it doesn’t, it will still look pretty.
They have very little time left so he doesn’t lube the sounding rod before he begins to shove it into the ponyboy's urethra.
The stallion bucks, and whines high and loud, but he is restrained enough that the groom only shoots him a frustrated glare.
"You should be used to this by now," he snaps, "Stop fidgeting."
They take him out into the training ring.
And they bow immediately.
Vader is already there, watching as the Emperor strokes the mare's flanks.
"Such a pretty creature," the Emperor says, and then his wrecked face crumplea into a leer as he catches sight of them.
"Ah," he says, "Kenobi. How nice to see you. And in such fine fettle."
The stallion always lifts his chin, but he is useless here.
The groom knows he had done his work well.
And across the paddock Vader takes the mare's bridle and walks her to the tethering post. The pole beside it sports one of the biggest vibrators in the collection and she pulls back restively. But the iron grip on her reins does not falter.
She is mounted and left, her eyes already glazing over as the vibrator churns in her sloppy cunt.
Her breasts wobble on their support shelf, and the bells on her nipples and clit tinkle musically. She is a thing of beauty in this grim, lava-reddened world of heat and desolation.
"Perhaps a ride before business, Master," Vader's mechanical voice booms.
And the stallion's nostrils flare.
The groom ignores his bad temper as he puts the blinkers on him. It is the Emperor who fastens the clamps of the reins. And not on the ball gag, which is not efficient for this act, but to the stallion's balls.
The reins when snapped, snap up into the soft underside of the rump, and so long as any turns are signalled by pulling hard enough on the appropriate testicle, the groom is confident that the ride will be relatively smooth.