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All Mary Harrington did was shout at the dishevelled clerk in the post office for having to wait so long in the line during her lunch hour, the seconds dwindling away loudly as she tried to force that last piece of broccoli from between her teeth. She drummed her nicotine stained fingers on her poorly wrapped parcel and inched closer to the middle aged woman at the counter who constantly fiddled with the sticky tape holding her glasses together. Once she reached the front of the line Mary let loose, it was a grammatical nightmare of profanities, it’s crudity only matched by her increasing volume but she felt justified in her language, however once the police arrived and placed those cold steel cuffs around her thin wrists her demeanor changed almost instantly. Knowing the recent law changes in Haversham County, which she herself had supported most vocally from the start, she felt the chill of justice echo within her for Mary was convicted for disturbing the peace on government property as the USPS had been deemed as a federal branch of the nation’s infrastructure.

As she was taken away Mary couldn’t help but remember how she had laughed hysterically at Henry, her despised neighbor who was forced to carry her in his ponified guise all over town, their long running feud over their shared driveway had escalated in recent months, especially as he always took a shortcut across her lawn when walking his beloved terrier. She had reported the irritating man to the police and, under the new laws, his shortcut now counted as criminal trespass and had been sentenced accordingly. As her riding crop encouraged her pony over and over she had wondered who else she could lure into a latex cocoon, but she was now on the receiving end of the laws she had so vehemently helped to push through.

For now Mary was tried and sentenced before her lunch hour was up, she soon felt the tight restrictive uniform waft over her freckled skin hiding her distinctive nationalistic tattoos, her short fuse had resulted in short reins despite the leniency of the court. Her hoofed hands pawed away uselessly against the decorated blinkers and harness, her wide smile made even wider by the metal bit pressing down on the same tongue she used so crudely in the post office less than two hours ago. Each buckle was tightened into place making her breath more ragged and desperate as panic set in, the soft sheen of the highly polished latex caught each fleck of the clinical strip lights in the training center illuminating each feminine curve to an artistic degree.

The tall and firm posture collar locked in place around her swan like neck made sure her blushing face was perched high and on display for every moment of her forthcoming humiliating punishment. The jingling of all the forged steel rings on her cuffs and collar was a constant annoyance, each metallic sound gnawing away at her reinforcing how she was now a common ponygirl as she desperately and clumsily tried to remove her buckled and locked on headgear. The words which had come so easily to her earlier were now distorted into animalistic grunts and vague moans as the reins were clipped on with a metallic pang as she felt the firm pull of her trainer’s hand.

“Giddy up Primrose”, said Mr Pine laughing at the name he’d gifted the newest criminal to come under his stern guidance, “We have to get you into shape before your thirty days begin. I know the court have been lenient to you given your connections to the country club but being sentenced to becoming a show pony won’t be any easier on you. You’ll have to master how to trot, canter and perform like the finest horse on parade, and at the end of the thirty days you’ll be entered into the contest for show ponies like you. If you fail to make the top three then your sentence will begin again, and carry on until you finally win a rosette. So Primrose, give me a nice whinny and we’ll get started”

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All Mary Harrington did was shout at the dishevelled clerk in the post office for having to wait so long in the line during her lunch hour, the seconds dwindling away loudly as she tried to force that last piece of broccoli from between her teeth. She drummed her nicotine stained fingers on her poorly wrapped parcel and inched closer to the middle aged woman at the counter who constantly fiddled with the sticky tape holding her glasses together. Once she reached the front of the line Mary let loose, it was a grammatical nightmare of profanities, it’s crudity only matched by her increasing volume but she felt justified in her language, however once the police arrived and placed those cold steel cuffs around her thin wrists her demeanor changed almost instantly. Knowing the recent law changes in Haversham County, which she herself had supported most vocally from the start, she felt the chill of justice echo within her for Mary was convicted for disturbing the peace on government property as the USPS had been deemed as a federal branch of the nation’s infrastructure.

As she was taken away Mary couldn’t help but remember how she had laughed hysterically at Henry, her despised neighbor who was forced to carry her in his ponified guise all over town, their long running feud over their shared driveway had escalated in recent months, especially as he always took a shortcut across her lawn when walking his beloved terrier. She had reported the irritating man to the police and, under the new laws, his shortcut now counted as criminal trespass and had been sentenced accordingly. As her riding crop encouraged her pony over and over she had wondered who else she could lure into a latex cocoon, but she was now on the receiving end of the laws she had so vehemently helped to push through.

For now Mary was tried and sentenced before her lunch hour was up, she soon felt the tight restrictive uniform waft over her freckled skin hiding her distinctive nationalistic tattoos, her short fuse had resulted in short reins despite the leniency of the court. Her hoofed hands pawed away uselessly against the decorated blinkers and harness, her wide smile made even wider by the metal bit pressing down on the same tongue she used so crudely in the post office less than two hours ago. Each buckle was tightened into place making her breath more ragged and desperate as panic set in, the soft sheen of the highly polished latex caught each fleck of the clinical strip lights in the training center illuminating each feminine curve to an artistic degree.

The tall and firm posture collar locked in place around her swan like neck made sure her blushing face was perched high and on display for every moment of her forthcoming humiliating punishment. The jingling of all the forged steel rings on her cuffs and collar was a constant annoyance, each metallic sound gnawing away at her reinforcing how she was now a common ponygirl as she desperately and clumsily tried to remove her buckled and locked on headgear. The words which had come so easily to her earlier were now distorted into animalistic grunts and vague moans as the reins were clipped on with a metallic pang as she felt the firm pull of her trainer’s hand.

“Giddy up Primrose”, said Mr Pine laughing at the name he’d gifted the newest criminal to come under his stern guidance, “We have to get you into shape before your thirty days begin. I know the court have been lenient to you given your connections to the country club but being sentenced to becoming a show pony won’t be any easier on you. You’ll have to master how to trot, canter and perform like the finest horse on parade, and at the end of the thirty days you’ll be entered into the contest for show ponies like you. If you fail to make the top three then your sentence will begin again, and carry on until you finally win a rosette. So Primrose, give me a nice whinny and we’ll get started”