Free Beyond Charybdis by Bruce McLachlan

straw. If the girl was as worn out as she had been, then she was not going to disturb her. Besides, it felt pleasant to have a companion, and she wondered if the newcomer was one of Tethys and Oceanus’s slaves as well, or if she belonged to someone else.
    She closed her eyes and shook her sleeping hand until prickly influxes of feeling began flowing back into it. The girl’s head remained on her thigh as she shifted slightly into a more comfortable position and drifted back into a deep and dreamless sleep.
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    The weak rays of dawn appeared and made both pony-girls stir beneath their light caress. Mina sat up as her partner also dragged herself onto her knees, fully revealing herself.
    She was young, perhaps in her early twenties, with bleached-white curls of hair spilling from her crown in the requisite form of a tail. She did not appear to be as tall as Mina, but she was lithe and slender, her breasts small and pert and inviting caresses where they pressed against her nylon sheath. Her face was angular, almost severe in appearance, but her eyes helped soften the almost fierce cast of her features with their calm blue innocence.
    The two pony-girls stared at each other for a long moment, and then Mina completely took in her surroundings for the first time.
    The stall they were sharing looked like all the others. Locked to the wall was a small trough of water and another containing nutrient pellets, and that was all. She had already seen the hay strewing the floor and the hooks holding their crotch straps. The two-panelled door was shut from the outside, as was the interior exit to the corridor.
    Rather than attempting to communicate around their bits, they stared silently into each other’s eyes. Then the other pony smiled, leaning towards Mina so they could nudge noses in greeting, and she steered into a new position with a series of snorting prompts.
    Complying mainly out of curiosity, Mina fell back across the hay with her legs spread and raised. She assumed her companion was going to try and pleasure her, a favour she was eager to receive and more than willing to reciprocate. But then the girl started dragging her reins beneath Mina’s left side, and the pull of the leather straps against her shins made her lift them so it slipped between her legs. The girl then shuffled aside and pulled up, causing the straps to fall against Mina’s crotch and cleavage with a soft slap. With a gasp of astonishment, she squirmed against the hay as the pony-girl began rocking her head back and forth and pulling at the reins so the leather rode against Mina’s sex. The taut strip caressed her clit, slithering between her sex lips and quickly becoming moist as she groaned softly, sinking her teeth into her bit as she shuddered with pleasure. The reins rode up over her chest and between her breasts to emerge at her collar, from which they stretched to the other pony.
    Melting with rapture, Mina pushed against the girl until she was squatting against the wall, her legs spread as she balanced her haunches on her hooves. Still playing the reins against Mina, she emitted soft mews of delight as Mina stretched her tongue over the bit and began lapping her exposed sex. She shivered against the wall, her operation of the strap momentarily lapsing as she relished Mina’s oral attention. And as the pleasure between them mounted, they settled into a fervent rhythm of leather and flesh slapping against moist pudendas.
    Mina could not have been happier with her lot as a pony-girl. She had the discipline and control she craved, the bondage, the attention, and now she had a comrade, a secret partner to share her existence with, the two of them able to revel in their degradation and conduct an illicit affair as they did so.
    The straw scratched and tickled her breasts as she thrust her tongue determinedly through her bit to lick the other pony-girl’s pussy as she in turn worked the strap faster and harder, drawing Mina