{RAE} PONY GIRL {Hungry Guy} (M/F Mpov Mdom Fsub nosex)
Hungry Guy
BY: Hungry Guy (hun...@stoolmail.zzn.com)
Foreword: The story that follows this introduction contains written
words that came out of someone's imagination (nothing more and nothing
less) for the purpose of entertainment and social commentary. Indeed,
it is a sad commentary that an introduction like this is needed to
defend such a basic, essential, and precious human right as freedom of
speech. This right is affirmed in the First Amendment of the United
States Constitution, which reads, "Congress shall make no law
respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free
exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press;
or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the
Government for a redress of grievances." The words "no law" and "or
abridging the freedom of speech" are perfectly clear and leave no room
for interpretation. The First Amendment protects every kind of speech,
and makes no exceptions whatsoever for offensive, erotic, prurient,
obscene, or other forms of speech. I stand in good company in defense
of free speech:
- "Our liberty depends on freedom of the press, and that cannot be
limited without being lost."--Thomas Jefferson
- "They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary
safety deserve neither liberty nor safety."--Benjamin Franklin
- "A wise and frugal government, which shall restrain men from injuring
one another, which shall leave them otherwise free to regulate their
own pursuits of industry and improvement, and shall not take from the
mouths of labor the bread it has earned, this is the sum of good
government."--Thomas Jefferson
- "I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your
right to say it."--The Friends Of Voltaire, 1906
- "There is no such thing as a moral or immoral book. Books are well
written, or badly written. That is all."--Oscar Wilde
- "The greatest evils inflicted by man over the face of the Earth are
wrought not by the self-seekers, the pleasure lovers, or the merely
amoral, but by the fervent devotees of ethical principles."--Robert M.
MacIver
- "Laws that prevent the choosing of sin also prevent the choosing of
virtue."--Daniel B. Klein
- "Liberty is the only thing you can't have unless you give it to
others."--William Allan White
- "The sole end for which mankind are warranted, individually or
collectively, in interfering with the liberty of action of any of their
number, is self protection."--John Stuart Mill
Furthermore, every US President, Attorney General, FBI Director, and
other government employees whose job is to enforce the law is sworn to
an oath to defend the Constitution. Therefore, any government
representative or employee who enacts laws or imposes punishments upon
people for their speech is violating their solemn oath of office. For
example:
- "I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the
office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my
ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United
States."--George W. Bush, Jr., President of the United States
- "I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States
against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith
and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without
any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and
faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to
enter. So help me God."--Robert Mueller, Director of the FBI
Lastly, the purpose of the jury trial system is not merely to judge
those accused of crimes, but also to judge the law itself. The jury
trial system exists to empower the people to enforce the Constitution
upon the government, in the same way that the jury trial system exists
to empower the government to enforce the law upon the people. Again, I
stand in good company in my awareness of the true function of the jury
trial process:
- "The jury has a right to judge both the law as well as the facts in
controversy."--John Jay, 1789, first Chief Justice of the US Supreme
Court.
- "If a juror feels that the statute involved in any criminal case
being tried is unfair, or that it infringes upon the defendant's
natural, inalienable, or Constitutional rights, then it is his duty to
affirm that the offending statute is really no law at all and that the
violation of it is no crime at all--for no one is bound to obey an
unjust law...the law itself is on trial, quite as much as the cause
which is to be decided."--Harlan F. Stone, former Chief Justice of the
US Supreme Court.
- "I consider trial by jury as the only anchor ever yet imagined by
man, by which a government can be held to the principles of its
constitution."--Thomas Jefferson.
- "It is not only the juror's right, but his duty, in that case, to
find the verdict according to his own best understanding, judgment, and
conscience, though in direct opposition to the direction of the
court."--John Adams, 1771.
For more information of freedom of speech, see:
American Civil Liberties Union--http://www.aclu.org/
CATO Institute--http://www.cato.org/
Electronic Frontier Foundation--http://www.eff.org/
Fully Informed Juries Association--http://www.fija.org/
iFeminists--http://www.ifeminists.net/
Institute for Justice--http://www.ij.org/
The Independent Institute--http://www.independent.org/
Now, on to the story...
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It was a cool autumn Saturday morning in rural western
Pennsylvania. Vern rose early, yawned, stretched, and gazed out his
bedroom window onto his 100-acre farm. It wasn't much of a farm,
though; most if his land was woods and he had only one animal: a pony.
In a mood to go for a ride, he showered and put on his boots,
jeans, and western shirt. Before going out to the barn, he warmed a
pot of coffee and toasted a muffin. Perhaps he'd bring his trusty old
fishing pole and try to catch Ol' Flounder. That danged fish always
got away. He'd sure make a right fine dinner one of these days.
Being a brisk 55 degrees outside, Vern pulled on a light jacket and
sauntered out to the barn. A gas heater hung from the ceiling above
the stall, keeping it at about 68 degrees.
"Morning, girl," he said as he grabbed a shovel and entered her
stall.
"M-m-m-morning, V-V-V-Vern," Mindy answered as her breath exited
her mouth in puffs of steam. Mindy stepped aside as Vern shoveled the
urine soaked straw that covered the floor of her stall, and scooped up
her manure, and dumped it into a steel drum outside. Her feet clicked
on the floor from the horseshoes strapped to her feet with leather
straps riveted onto her feet.
"C-c-c-c-could you p-p-p-please give m-m-me m-m-more heat, V-V-
Vern! P-p-please!"
"Now Mindy," Vern sighed. "You know gas is expensive." Taking a
brush he stepped behind her and examined her arms that were shackled
behind her back with her elbows locked together above her butt and her
wrists locked together just below the back of her neck. He began
brushing her long blonde mane, brushing out the bugs that had started
to make a nest in it the night before.
She sneezed and tried to flick the snot from her nose by flicking
her head rapidly from side to side.
He then looked her over. Her legs and thighs had the bulk and
bulging muscles of a professional body builder, but the rest of her
body was slender, almost anemic. He sprayed bug spray over her nude
body, and throughout her mane, and on her patch of muff hair.
Then Vern took down the custom made saddle that he had purchased
from a BDSM site that made saddles for pony girls. Setting the
brackets over her shoulders, he rested the saddle against her back as
she stood there shivering. He then slung the cinch strap around her
chest and pulled it as tight as he could, until Mindy whimpered in
pain.
Then he slid her bridle over her head and slid her bit into her
mouth, buckling it in place. Then he attached his tackle box and
fishing rod to the straps that hung from her saddle.
At that, he opened the stall door and led her out to his small
corral. He stepped up behind her and mounted the saddle, resting his
belly against her shoulders and pressing his thighs into her kidneys.
He gave her a whack with his riding crop and they were off.
Mindy walked slowly to the end of the corral where Vern leaned down
and opened the gate. He urged his mount through and into the trail
that led into the woods.
"C'mon," Vern urged her as he kicked her into a gentle run. It was
about a half-hour ride from the homestead to the pond at the other end
of his property. Upon arriving near the water's edge, he tied Mindy to
a tree limb and headed down to the water's edge and set up.
Baiting his hook and casting into the pond, he stood and waited.
He knew from experience that Ol' Flounder was out and about this time
of day. The sneaky fish had never taken the bait, but Vern knew he was
there. Seeing Ol' Flounder splash in defiance was a sight to behold.
He was a big un'!
After about an hour in the morning dawn, Vern was about ready to give
up and head back home for some microwave grub when he saw the dastardly
fish jump up just a few feet from his float, sending ripples through
the water.
Then...yes! The float disappeared under the water and nearly
yanked his pole from his grasp. Not to take any chances, Vern had
filled his reel with 50 Pound Test. The fish fought, but so did Vern.
Even 50 Pound Test would break if snapped suddenly, so he let the fish
fight, and then reeled him in slowly. He let the fish fight a little
more, then reeled him in a little more. About a half-hour later, Ol'
Flounder was flapping and gasping for breath on a tree stump set back
from the water's edge. Vern dropped the fish into a small plastic
garbage bag along with some pond water. Mmmm-mmmm! Vern'll be eating
good tonight!
With gear in hand, he attached it all to Mindy's saddle, along with
his prize, and headed home.
About halfway back, Mindy stopped and squatted slightly. "Ya'
okay, girl?" Vern asked.
Mindy could only grunt with the bit in her mouth, but a moment
later, he heard her pass wind and drop some turds onto the ground
between her legs. Vern sat there in the saddle, patiently waiting for
Mindy to finish her business, then kicked her to motion when she
straightened up again.
Back at the barn, he removed her bridle and saddle and hung them
back up. Her back was all sweaty where the saddle had been pressing
against it, and she had a small blister above one of her butt cheeks
where his tackle box must have been rubbing. Taking a hose, he hosed
her down with cold water, drawing a shriek from her. "Yaaaaa!" she
gasped and began panting heavy.
Placing her back into her stall, he filled her water bucket, and
scooped a can of dog food into an iron bowl bolted to the wall.
Then, he headed back into the warmth of the house to start a fire
on the gas grill and prepare his fish fry feast.
* END *
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