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Irina, whipped all night, couldn’t fall asleep.

Of course, that didn’t mean Irina was given separate sleeping hours either.

‘I’m so tired…I feel like I’m going to collapse any minute now..’

Bright red whip marks remained on her buttocks. Her jaw, with a ball gag in her mouth, was slowly starting to ache.

The only thing she heard while being whipped all night was:

‘From now on, start speaking after saying “Hee-hee-hee-hee.”‘

One thing was better than the livestock pen. Pony girls were mostly running around the yard since leg strength was important.

In reality, the pony girls were excitedly running around the spacious yard, enjoying themselves.

Irina, who had trouble balancing due to her large breasts, was also diligently moving her feet. Until the other pony girls blocked her way.

Blocking Irina’s path were the three pony girls who had hurled insults at her yesterday. It seemed those three were the big shots of the pony girl barracks.

Their heights weren’t that different, but there was a clear difference between the pony girls with their resilient, tanned skin and Irina’s body, full of fat.

“What trick did you pull to get here, you dirty cow?”

“More than that, look at those vulgar rings. How lewd was she to have so many piercings?”

The pony girls, having clearly understood the difference between themselves and Irina, wiggled their buttocks from side to side as they approached Irina.

“Why don’t you tell us.”

The one who seemed to be the leader of the pony girls twisted Irina’s breasts and shouted.

It was an action meant to inflict pain, but to Irina, who had been trained as a cow, it felt like pleasure. Moreover, due to the breast training she received before becoming a pony girl, her breasts were stiff with milk.

Gushing, gushing.

The pony girls’ faces were filled with disgust at the milk pouring from the tips of her nipples.

“How good does it feel for you to be squirting milk like this?”

“She really was a lewd cow, wasn’t she?”

The pony girls had long since identified Irina as a being inferior to themselves.

When the pony girls squeezed her breasts roughly, unlike the handlers’ touches, Irina frowned and said:

“Hee, hee-hee-hee! P-please don’t squeeze my breasts…!”

It was pain that naturally made her use honorifics.

“Is that so? Then.”

The pony girl’s hand reached for Irina’s clitoris, which was pierced. At the same time, she twisted the clitoris along with the piercing.

Severe pain was felt in her lower abdomen.

With a tingling pain that struck her entire body, Irina pleaded:

“Hee, hee-hee-hee!!! Not my…clitoris..!! Really, nooooo!!!”

Watching Irina’s unsightly wailing, the pony girls all took turns playing with Irina’s clitoris.

For a while, the unsightly screams of a cow echoed in the garden.

***

Smack!

“Lift your thighs higher! Up to waist level!”

Smack!

“Shake your hips more, and keep your back straight!”

Along with the harsh sound of the whip, Irina, with a gag in her mouth, diligently repeated lifting and lowering her legs.

This was the basic trot of a pony girl.

Most pony girls received this training, but in Irina’s case, it was doubly difficult because she was a beginner, and she was also jiggling her large breasts.

The moment Irina’s speed slowed down even a little, the whip flew mercilessly.

“Your speed is slowing down. Move faster. Let’s do it 500 more times.”

Each time a red mark was left on her buttocks, Irina’s feet moved faster.

Her thighs, soaked in sweat and arousal fluid, glistened.

Having trained once before, the bulging thigh muscles shone.

The muscles had deteriorated a lot during her time as a cow, but they seemed to be quickly returning to their place.

Although her jiggling breasts and belly fat remained, she looked much better compared to her time in the cowshed.

“Shall we give her a reward soon?”

Originally, carrots and sticks were important in training. The handler, being a professional trainer, knew that well.

Of course, what was a reward to one person was not necessarily a reward to everyone.

The handler soon brought a dangerous-looking dildo with grotesque protrusions all over it.

“Here, I’ll give you a carrot you’ll like.”

As her labia spread, the blunt, studded dildo scraped against her vaginal walls and began to stir her vulva.

Thick arousal fluid spurted out.

It was an object that would naturally cause pain to a normal woman, but Irina and other female livestock had received enough training to feel it as pleasure.

“Hee-hee-hee…eee…!!”

Obscene sounds and divine grace flowed. It seemed like a carrot was right for Irina.

***

“Hee-hee-hee!!!”

“Haaahhh!!”

The sound of pony girls groaning collectively could be heard.

The reason was simple.

Chains with heavy weights attached were lined up on the legs, specifically the clitorises, of the pony girls standing in a row.

Everyone had to repeat sitting and standing at the same time to avoid feeling pain, but there were bound to be variables everywhere.

If even one person’s speed didn’t match, the weight attached to the clitoris would be pulled back and forth violently, causing pain.

Irina, with her large breasts, couldn’t help but be a little slower, and as a result, she couldn’t help but blush as she received glares from the pony girls.

This weight training, which stimulated the clitoris in an ignorant way, was also training for teamwork in cases where they would be pulling a large carriage in the future, and for training to endure high weight loads connected to the clitoris and nipples without the skin tearing.

Eventually, the training, which started with 5kg, continued until the clitoris could withstand a load of 10kg.

Unsightly saliva flowed from the pony girls’ mouths.

The anuses, which had never been developed by the pain of pulling on the clitoris, fluttered. Of course, Irina enjoyed the pleasure even more because her anus had also been developed.

“Next training begins!”

Unfortunately, in the case of weight training, the key keyword was high weight, low repetitions, as the clitoris might be completely torn off if it was sustained for a long time.

When the weights fell, the labia minora and clitoris, which had been stretched to their limits, showed a red, congested appearance.

During that time, all the pony girls had to sit on chairs developed by the handlers and pedal.

The apparatus, made by modifying a bicycle, had a carrot embedded in the chair that deeply poked the vulva each time the pedals were stepped on. This not only enhanced the pony girls’ sensitivity but also served to relieve stress, so the pony girls diligently stepped on the pedals.

Pony girls who recorded excellent results were prepared for shipment and fitted with golden nose rings.

Of course, inferior pony girls were given shameful punishments.

For pony girls, who took pride in walking on two feet, walking on all fours was like being demoted to a level below livestock. As such, inferior pony girls were gathered separately and released into the inferior garden. Next to them, handlers came out one by one, holding whips and starting dedicated training.

The inferior garden was commonly called the reflection room.

Here, pony girls were called bitches instead of pony girls. It meant that they were inferior, not even worth using the title.

And among them was Irina.

“Walk faster!”

Smack! Smack!

The bitches in the reflection room moved forward on all fours. Of course, handlers were whipping their buttocks from behind.

Unlike their resiliently trained legs, their unsightly arms made the bitches move in an even more ridiculous manner.

When the whip strikes exceeded a hundred, the pony girls, no, the bitches, began to wail in pain.

The handlers in the reflection room were more brutal than the handlers the pony girls knew.

It was also because the pony girls, who were usually treated with difficulty and raised, had truly fallen to a level below livestock, so it was the same as becoming tempting prey.

The bitches ran on all fours, moving their bodies here and there to avoid the whips that tore at their flesh. However, they could not travel far due to the leashes held by the handlers, and as a result, they could not avoid the whips.

The handlers made the bitches continue to run around the perimeter of the reflection room.

Around the twentieth lap, the bitches eventually began to collapse. Those who had only walked on two feet could not endure the discomfort of walking on all fours.

Of course, a whip flew each time that happened.

What made the bitches the most ashamed was urinating like a real dog, lifting one leg.

The stream of golden water pouring out while lifting one leg was enough to break the bitches’ pride and make them focus on the next pony girl competition.

The pitiful-looking bitches waited for this time to end.

Irina also vowed to become a high-ranking pony girl no matter what, and in the following days of training, she succeeded in proudly seizing the position of a high-ranking pony girl.

And the face she hated so much reappeared in front of her.

It was Roman.

Roman, seeing Irina with her stronger legs than before and her slightly reduced chest, smiled happily and put a leash on her.

Irina’s appearance, accepting the leash, was clearly different from before receiving pony girl training.

From her expression, she was in a state that matched a pony girl.