Message-ID: <7823eli$9801251944@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Spoonbender Subject: Out of this world 3 Pony Girls) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: "Theodore Spoonbender"@spoonbender.demon.co.uk Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34cb9821.92605586@post.demon.co.uk> Out of this world 3 (Pony girls) This story is for 18 year olds and over. It contains graphical descriptions of bondage, control and nc dildo sex. Do not read it if you are a minor. This story is set on another planet, similar to earth. It is complete fantasy. Don't read it if you don't like the idea of women being used as objects. Just read the Peter Rabbit stories instead. This story is (c) 1996 by Spoonbender. It may be reproduced and copied freelly as long as it remains unaltered and includes this message. ********************************************************************* It was the day of the engine mart in Suleika. Carbus Major the legendary Engine dealer was reputed to be there with some of his fully trained 'Sleekies' and I was keen to test them out to see how they compared with my Engines. I was also in the market for another engine for my main buggy. I'd decided to hook Deean up with Bree and Leah on my meliflous 200 as I wanted to visit the Hills of Skillion for a spot of light crag vaulting but they were nearly 100 miles away so I needed to rotate my engines if I wanted to make good time. I understand the sub ether network has been down as the main bounce server on Barnards Star has had interface problems with your Internet, so I haven't been able to report on my training of Deean. Well, I won't go into great detail but suffice to say that I have completed her training, as far as I could given the time constraints. She responds well to cunt control and now exhibits very smooth control over most of her surfaces. She is still sensitive to butt control and tends to over-react which is annoying as it doesn't give me the flexibility I require. However I have since installed her on my meliflous 200 and now she takes her pace from my lead engine Bree. I've had a little trouble with Leah who has become a little over-sensitive since she spent the night locked and spread in the immigrants compund (see World 2). I have had to modify the Superstyx race rig so I could give her some solo training and now she appears to have settled down again. Again the caning unit has proved its worth especially on Leah who has never been subject to thrashings before. This new element of control has proved remarkably effective as a calming agent. I would recommend its sparing use to anyone. Actually, now I come to think of it, there has been another development since I last reported. I have decided to use H2D size controlled prods on my buggy. These devices are remarkable, allowing you to control both length and width of the prods while they are in use. I only upgraded the cunt prods as they are very expensive. It took a long time to modify the control computer so I could use them. For a while they were forever changing their size while in use, so one minute I'd be cruising nicely and the next the engines would be seizing up in orgasm. On one occaision, while I had the wheels unlocked so it was one engine per wheel, Leah suddenly dissolved into orgasm and we spun around twice before I could bring her under control with a large dose of clit and nipple sting. A very sobering moment I can tell you. We arrived at the mart as the orange sun was going down. So in your earth terms it must have been around midday. Marts are always held in the yellow sun, the orange sun does not give you quite so much light to inspect the merchandise. I had the engines especially oiled for today. I think that you probably think I'm vain but I do like a nicely turned out rig especially one that shines and ragit oil on the naked skin shines very nicely, you ought to try it on your engines, if you can get it of course. The mart was crowded. Carbus Major was always a crowd puller. I looked around at the array of engines on sale and I made a mental note of a couple of them. I didn't try any out though, I had no experience with most of the demonstration rigs that the engines were strapped into and it wasn't unlike an engine dealer to dip the prods into hot peppers before he inserted them. Many a young lad has been taken like that buying his first rig. He thinks he has bought a racer and in fact he's bought an old nag. It was Carbus Major's pen that really attracted me though. His sleekies were wonderful. Completely smooth and black from head to toe. It was rumoured that they were completely hairless, replicated like that. It would not suprise me Carbus Major was rich enough to afford what he wanted. I walked around one noticing the specially layered outer skin. It was what you earth people would call a rubber suit. Except this was nothing like I've seen before. It could breath so the engines were automatically kept at the right temperature. There were air and fuel nozzles built in so the engine had no contact with the outside world. I walked to the back, naturally she was bent forward, so I could see her prods. I was rather astonished when I saw that she was completely sealed up, with only a thin twin nozzle for exhaust wastes sticking out. I was just feeling to see if she was fitted with any type of prob when the great man came over. "Greetings my friend. Ah I see that you have discovered my little secret. One amongst many hah", he tapped his large, bulbous nose. "You are under the impression that there are no prods and you were wondering how Carbus the magician makes his engines so manageable" I looked and felt again but I could only detect a small, hard piece lined up with her cunt and her ass. But it was very small, about the size of a scribing stick, surely this can't be the control prods. I looked at him expectantly, I was not disappointed. He moved forward and held my shoulder, it was the universal sign for confidentiality. Now I was intrigued. "They are the prods my friend. But these are different, very different. You see that these were made for me by H2D, I designed them of course. Their special feature is that then can reduced down to 3 sellimens (about 1/4 of an inch in earth terms) wide and long. They can also be expanded to any size, and at speed so you can simulate full pumping if required. This means that they can be left inserted at all times, you never have to take them out." He looked rueful for a second. "It does mean that you cannot use them for sex duties, but then you can buy any old nag for that. These, my friend, are thoroughbreds designed for long use and high speed. They come complete with their own portable effluent and cleansing unit which can be fixed to your rig. Think of it, my friend, you could easily cruise for long distances, you could explore the outlands because you will never need to use a public stable, for effluent removal. Just keep checking the fuel and they will eat up the miles. Of course they have their own, bodyheat powered, computer and a very large range of control surfaces." It was a wonderful piece of salesmanship. Indeed if I had that sort of money then I would have no hesitation in purchasing 2 for my Meliflous 200. Sadly I was no supermerch so I changed the subject. "You purchase your prods from H2D eh? I have purchased new cunt prods for my engines and I've managed to program them into my computer" He was obviously impressed. "You managed to program a melliflous 200 with H2D variprods. I am impressed my friend, I didn't even know that variprods had reached this system yet." "Yes mine are the first here" I said a little proudly " I got the idea from a racing rig I won in a bet..." I stared open mouthed as the great dealer became more and more excited before finally pointing at me and saying. "You!" "Me what?" "It was you that won that rig from that little fool Dweemon." "If you happen to mean that dreadful young man that left my engines in the immigrant camp then yes it is me" He shrugged and laughed when I mentioned that my engines had been servicing a bunch of outworlders. Boys will be boys was obviously his motto. Then he said. "Have you still got this rig?" "Yes of course. It has only just been trained. Why do you ask" "Because my friend I would like to buy it from you. I propose that I give you two of my best sleekies in return for that rig and engine." Now it was my turn to be excited. Two sleekies for one wretched, underpowered, racing rig. But I had to know why. "It is simple", he told me "That rig was an experimental model. It is the first to be fitted with an outworlder engine and I was studying it when my fool assistant sold it to your Dweemon while I was away. Did you say that you have trained it?" I nodded. "And how did you find it?" I told him basically what I've told you. "Curious" he said as his hand cupped his chin "I never thought she could be properly trained. Not that I'm doubting your word my friend. But she is an outworlder and has not been replicated for the task. I would very much like to see how the training worked. You see I'm thinking of setting up an exotic engines side to my business and I wanted to see how an outworlder performs. If the training is indeed successful then I may be picking up a couple of female humanoids, live born, from a little planet called earth (imagine they haven't even got interstellar travel there would you believe!) to try the training out on them. Now let us get back to business are you interested in my little exchange?" We haggled all afternoon. Until nearly bluesun time, until we struck a bargain. I was two sleekies better off plus two of the Carpus designed prodsuits and bodyheat computers for Bree and Leah and all I had lost was a racing rig. We agreed to meet at my house the next day to formalise the transaction. I had fucked my old racing rig and she was fuelled up and ready to leave. I waited impatiently for Carpus Major. He arrived in late orangesun and so we had a hopbrew as we discussed the sunchange. I was naturally very curious as to why his, very large, goods transporter had no sleekies fitted. Instead he had 20 or so normal engines fitted, bent over, under the goods box so it was a very high vehicle. He laughed and told me that you do not use sleekies for plodding hard work. My prizes were inside it appeared. At first sight they were beautiful. The very model of efficiency. Smooth, with clean lines and shining dully under the canopy of the transporter. Carpus major got one of his assistants to fit Bree and Leah into their body suits, while I admired the sleekies. Looking at them I thought that it was hardly suprising that Carpus Major had such a fine reputation. It took nearly all of yellow sun time to fit them into my rig. Carpus Major linked a large trailing umbilical from his main transporter computer to my rig and we sat, basking in the sunlight, as the two computers exchanged vital information. Information which would allow the engines to settle into their role with the minimum of downtime. Finally they were ready. Carpus Major nearly crushed my upper arm as he took his leave. I'm not usually a very excitable being. I do look forward to the unveiling of the year's new hopbrew and I take more than a passing interest in the conjunction of the 3 moons and the orange sun. Regarding my engines I was, how you earth people put it, content. These new engines did get my juices stirring though. They looked so magnificently exotic in my comfortable old rig. Bree and Leah looked good too, although a little uncomfortable, in their new body rigs. I had left their heads clear, as they were used to it and I didn't want to have to retrain them too much. The suits also gave me access to their holes. After all they were used to regular servicing. When I first took the newly engined rig out for the first time it was absolutely wonderful. It was one of the smoothest, yet exhilirating, rides I have ever undertaken. I just had to set the speed and destination and then press the start button. Carpus Major had downloaded the planet coordinates into the computer so, even though they couldn't see, the sleekies could steer unaided. I could see that Bree was a little put out by not being top engine, but I paid it little heed. Leah was bright red and panting as she tried to keep up with the cracking pace set by the new engines. I could see that the computer was having to work overtime to encourage her, the information display telling me that the cunt prod was up to 10 inches at one point. Which was much bigger than I'd normally use, but I was content to see how Carpus Major's new software would enhance her controls. Well, all I can say is that it is excellent. I never had so much as a hint of an orgasm, even though the plugs pumped hard on occaision. I would recommend the Sleekies to anyone. One of these wonderful propulsion units can replace two of your tired old 'normals'. Listen. I could give you Carpus's galacti-mail number if you would like to contact him with a view to purchasing one. Of course you are welcome to come to my humble dwelling on Neflion 7 and see mine in action. Oops I'm sorry, I've just remembered, you don't have integalactic travel yet. What a shame. ********************************************************************* Bree's drag race next. Unless of course you are bored silly by this story line. If I don't hear from you then I'll assume you are Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |