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In the County of Haversham the recent rolling out of the Alternative Transport System had been a huge success, both men and women found guilty of traffic violations had been sentenced to one month acting as a latex smothered pony used by the law abiding citizens to haul them around town. It had seen motoring offenses drop to an all-time low and now the Mayor decided that as it was such a worthwhile deterrent that such punishments should be extended to other criminal activities.

Sarah Jones, a pillar of the community and staple of the local animal rights brigade, felt ridiculous as the tight red rubber suit caressed her in ways that no lover had before, the restrictions placed on her by the reins and the bridle made her wince as the first day of her humiliation began.

Her work as a defense attorney had taken her out of state for the last two months as she was immersed in her work defending Greenpeace saboteurs in Alaska, as a free thinking liberal she would have worked tirelessly opposing the Mayor’s recent new law’s but she was blissfully unaware of the new regime in her home town. When she recently returned Sarah drove through the town well under the speed limit paying no attention to the rubber clad ponies trotting the streets but as she drained the last drop from her Starbucks cup she casually tossed it from her car to ricochet across the neatly kept lawn outside the Town Hall.

She had bought some wine back with her, a rancid tasting vintage from her detour through Nevada, but she could finally relax as the alcohol washed through her system. It was 3pm when she popped the cork, turned on some Zeppelin on her stereo and within minutes poured a second glass when she was interrupted by a loud knocking on the door, as confusion danced across her face she opened the door to see two deputies who hauled her away in their squad car explaining to her that this County now had a zero tolerance policy on littering.

As a defense attorney she spouted her rhetoric about Constitutional freedoms and certain amendments but was sentenced within the hour and the next morning found herself almost poured into the bright red and glistening latex suit she would be wearing for the next thirty days. The hooved hands and feet made her wobble but her years of ballet practice came into use as she righted her gait under the watchful gaze of the trainer, a certain Mrs Evans, who relished in her new job, especially as Sarah had once falsely prosecuted her for mistreating a donkey.

“Come along Princess, you have two full days of training before your thirty days as a town pony begins. Every time you fight back or are reluctant to follow the pull of my reins it will only extend your punishment time by another day, and another, and another”, laughed Mrs Evans snapping the whip again,”You should see your old drinking buddy Miss Robertson, the elementary school teacher, she was sentenced for dropping a cigarette butt and she kicked and screamed all the time through those first thirty days. So the court increased her sentence, she’s been a rubber pony for seven weeks now and has another six months to go. So unless you want to spend the rest of the year alongside her pulling a plough or ferrying around people like me you’d better behave, so come along Princess, let me hear your pony pride!”

“N….n….neigghhhhh!”

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In the County of Haversham the recent rolling out of the Alternative Transport System had been a huge success, both men and women found guilty of traffic violations had been sentenced to one month acting as a latex smothered pony used by the law abiding citizens to haul them around town. It had seen motoring offenses drop to an all-time low and now the Mayor decided that as it was such a worthwhile deterrent that such punishments should be extended to other criminal activities.

Sarah Jones, a pillar of the community and staple of the local animal rights brigade, felt ridiculous as the tight red rubber suit caressed her in ways that no lover had before, the restrictions placed on her by the reins and the bridle made her wince as the first day of her humiliation began.

Her work as a defense attorney had taken her out of state for the last two months as she was immersed in her work defending Greenpeace saboteurs in Alaska, as a free thinking liberal she would have worked tirelessly opposing the Mayor’s recent new law’s but she was blissfully unaware of the new regime in her home town. When she recently returned Sarah drove through the town well under the speed limit paying no attention to the rubber clad ponies trotting the streets but as she drained the last drop from her Starbucks cup she casually tossed it from her car to ricochet across the neatly kept lawn outside the Town Hall.

She had bought some wine back with her, a rancid tasting vintage from her detour through Nevada, but she could finally relax as the alcohol washed through her system. It was 3pm when she popped the cork, turned on some Zeppelin on her stereo and within minutes poured a second glass when she was interrupted by a loud knocking on the door, as confusion danced across her face she opened the door to see two deputies who hauled her away in their squad car explaining to her that this County now had a zero tolerance policy on littering.

As a defense attorney she spouted her rhetoric about Constitutional freedoms and certain amendments but was sentenced within the hour and the next morning found herself almost poured into the bright red and glistening latex suit she would be wearing for the next thirty days. The hooved hands and feet made her wobble but her years of ballet practice came into use as she righted her gait under the watchful gaze of the trainer, a certain Mrs Evans, who relished in her new job, especially as Sarah had once falsely prosecuted her for mistreating a donkey.

“Come along Princess, you have two full days of training before your thirty days as a town pony begins. Every time you fight back or are reluctant to follow the pull of my reins it will only extend your punishment time by another day, and another, and another”, laughed Mrs Evans snapping the whip again,”You should see your old drinking buddy Miss Robertson, the elementary school teacher, she was sentenced for dropping a cigarette butt and she kicked and screamed all the time through those first thirty days. So the court increased her sentence, she’s been a rubber pony for seven weeks now and has another six months to go. So unless you want to spend the rest of the year alongside her pulling a plough or ferrying around people like me you’d better behave, so come along Princess, let me hear your pony pride!”

“N….n….neigghhhhh!”