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hessian rope, about two metres in length and it dangled from the wall at waist height. Jenny smiled to herself. This might just work. Trying to balance her body on two legs took three attempts, but the primal pleasure in accomplishing the task was worth it. These people were not going to beat her. Taking the ends of the rope between her two mittens, which was no easy feat, she threaded it through her legs and clamped them around it, pressing it against her crotch to hold it safely in position. The thick length felt heavenly, pressed tightly against her pussy. It was rough, abrasive and perfect for a little game of one-sided tug-of-war. Transferring her hands to the back of her body, she spent some time doing artful contortions until the rope was once again between her two gloves. The cable jerked underneath her hands and cut into her flesh, but she couldn't have cared less. She was beyond pain and didn't care who was watching.
    Her head threw back in rapture as the thread of the rough rope began to do its thing. Jenny danced to its tune, to-ing and fro-ing like a woman possessed. Her hands yanked at the length of rope harshly and never had anything felt so good on her fevered clit. Burning for release it took only five pulls before her body twisted and pulsed with her impending release. Clamping her jaws shut for fear of reprisals, she felt her body shudder violently, grasping the golden egg in a series of glorious contractions until her legs wobbled and then collapsed to the floor. Her belaboured breathing sounded horribly loud in the silence of the stable. It was not to last. A loud noise rocketed her head around.
    The sound she'd heard was several loud cheers and whistles. Jenny's heart rate was doing overtime with shock. Realising they had been watching her the entire time, her cheeks flushed with mortification. She faced the brick wall to escape the prying eyes but she knew several pairs still bored into her back. Diverting her gaze upwards she found the gagged pony above watching her every move. Oh well, seeing as how everyone was amused, she might as well turn around and face the music.
    'Congratulations,' purred Beauty, when Jenny had turned her attention back to the group of ponies behind her, who were smiling broadly, 'you are now officially one of us.'
    That was the last thing Jenny wanted to hear, but what an initiation ceremony it had been! Still, they weren't an entirely bad bunch, she supposed. As the heat of spent desire began to seep from her sated body, the distinct chill in the air became more pronounced. Now that the twilight gloom had left the stables, complete darkness settled on its occupants and brought draughts and dampness. Just as Jenny's skin was beginning to prickle with cold they invited her to share their nest and snuggle together. It would have been foolish to refuse their kindness.
    Lying down rather awkwardly, unsure of what area of anatomy was suitable to be touched, she needn't have worried. Beauty grabbed one of Jenny's breasts in her hands and plumped it twice before pressing her lips to the back of her neck. The surreal dream that wasn't a dream continued.
    'Any questions before we go to sleep?' whispered Beauty in her ear, her voice slurred with the need for sleep.
    'Yes,' whispered Jenny.
    'Mmm?'
    'What does MG stand for?' This question had been bugging Jenny for some time.
    'You mean in relation to cars?' Beauty shook her head dazedly.
    'No, the ponies who were bathing me, one of them was called MG. Magnolia?'
    Beauty snorted. 'Her name's Morning Glory, sweetheart, and you are the strangest creature. Anything else on your mind while we're at it?'
    'What is a golden egg and why have I got one?'
    'That's a better question. When you get the opportunity to use your voice around here remember to use it wisely,' said Beauty, and she thought for a second. 'I've been here for five years now and I've only heard about them. What I do know is this: you're an important pony. A golden egg ties you