Prancer had been left in beta.
She remembered a time when her name had been Penelope, and she had been more than a show pony and fucktoy ponyslut for her Owner. She remembered working closely with her best friend Cathy to help young women escape to Canada and avoid the leash. She remembered fighting hard as a SheWolf member, side-by-side with Cathy, when their cell had been compromised.
She remembered the day the smile on their captor’s face when she’d said, “So - you two like to give rides, do you? I have just the thing.”
Now Cathy - or, more properly, CumDump - spends most of her time as a blank-eyed fuckdoll ManneQueen, bound in the center of the Discipline Wheel, while Penelope pulls her around for the amusement of the Owners and guests at the local country club. CumDump is also in Beta, but her dim-eyed doll’a grin betrays no sign of awareness.
On special occasions, CumDump is bound under the seat of a two-wheeled trap, and Prancer pulls the trap to provide transport around the grounds for her Owner and His guests. It’s a long way from her days as a freedom fighter, but she always whinnies and happily accepts praise, carrots and the occasional hard fucking with equine grace.
Prancer remembers everything; she only wishes she didn’t.