Bit on Gromet's Plaza Archive

A Day in the Life

Sun, 15 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000

A Day in the Life

After we loaded what would likely be the last cartload for the day, something was off for the team. Generally well matched, Lara struggled, hooves skidding on a stone, as we started up the rise. I snapped the reins firmly and she stopped, hooves skidding in on the path and pulling the cart off to the right. Cara stopped trying to pull and tried to look over at her, but her bridle and martingale did not allow her to turn her head far enough to see around the blinkers. She sighed as Lara launched into a tantrum.

The Pony Revolution

Tue, 27 Dec 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: Prelude to Nowhere Island

The operation was far from legitimate. It was really organized slavery and abuse with a very kink twist. But the remote location of the island, way out in the Pacific, with no other islands within over five hundred nautical miles, made it a perfect location for concealing the secret of what took place on the island. The island was about twenty-five kilometers east to west and slightly more north south. Compared to other islands in the area, it was of substantial size.

Recruit

Wed, 28 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Recruit

He led me into a stall, tugging the reins far more than was necessary. The clip-clop of my hooves against the ground outside changed to a light thunking as we crossed onto the wooden floor of the barn. I gripped the handles inside the fore hooves, straining at the straps that kept my arms up and away from him. Between my legs, the weights attached to the agitators swung and snapped at the chains where my stride moved them with every hint of motion on my part. I thought back to the first time I had been equipped, a year ago today. I knew what today was, and I could not wait to be finally free.

Susan

Wed, 04 Dec 2019 00:00:00 +0000

This story is set in the same world as Ultimate Challenge, but comes from a different point of view.

At the age of 22, Susan Harper inherited an isolated farm in the middle of Dartmoor from her only relative, an uncle. When she had arrived at the place, she found that there were no crops in the fields, no livestock and no workers, so she immediately thought about selling the place. However, the solicitors dealing with her uncle’s estate had told her that, due to environmental policies, the owner received a large grant from the government to keep the land fallow and uncultivated. When she did the math, Susan realised that she would be financially better off keeping the farm and staying there.

The Investigative Reporter 13: The Rest Of The Story At The Ranch

Tue, 16 Feb 2016 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 12: Little Fugitive)

story continues from part 12

Part 13: The Rest Of The Story At The Ranch

(As told by J.M. Smith)

As the owner of J.M. Smith ranch I must and do take full responsibility for the mess that was to develop, but in my defense several things had happened that were well beyond my control. After first examining the sketches from Grandview and reading Beth’s rough draft though I knew this was a story that had to be told no matter what, I fully prepared to tell the tale in her place should it become necessary. One must bear in mind at the same time that Beth had volunteered not once, but three separate times to be harnessed and used as a pretty beast of burden, and one can only assume that she got something from the experience other than to simply gather information for our book.

Alethea’s Battle

Sat, 03 Nov 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Alethea lay on the grass, her side was no longer hurting, as her brain took over from the pain and allowed shock and the numbness to creep through her body. She attempted to sit up, but the poles of the chariot had broken, and now lay across her chest in such a manner that she was imprisoned within their embrace. Alethea sighed a deep breath of air, letting the pain from the wound shudder from within her, as she stretched her legs out and flipped onto her side. She screamed as the broken haft of the spear, puncturing her side, caught on one of the poles, and then slipped into unconsciousness, whilst the sun in all its glory, also lost the day and started to set behind the hills to the east.

Community Service

Fri, 17 Feb 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All of the characters and organizations are imaginary, and any similarity of names to those of real persons or organizations is coincidental.

Part One

Mary was anxious as she entered the big Southwind department store in suburban Seattle. She stopped and looked around as she reviewed what she had planned. She had never done anything like it before, but she needed the money. She approached the counter that displayed expensive watches.

A Farm Girl Punished 4

Fri, 25 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 3

Part 4

This is my weekend, my bondage weekend, my self-punishment weekend, and its only Sunday morning, I still have all day Sunday remaining to suffer through and now I have to make a decision one that could effect my life considerably, before my bondage punishment can end.

I grew up on a farm with a slightly shabby looking farmhouse in which I and my parents live. I am an only child, and somewhat of a loner, mostly I suppose because there is no one around to be mixing with, well not that I know, and I think I know everyone for miles. Mostly they are old boring adults, with busy normal lives, and no understanding of a (now) nineteen year old girls needs or interests, not that I would tell any of them of my interests, that would be just to embarrassing for words.

Champions at Last

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

It was the last day of the Cheerleader Championships and, as a member of the press, I had a prime view from my seat in the stands. Things worked out perfectly when the team I had my eye on came in fourth place. That would take them out of the spotlight while everyone focused on the winning three teams.

The program told me their names were Nina, Panni, Anita and Laura and they were from a college on the East coast. My phony media credentials also got me in the closing dinner and it was no problem working things to end up sitting at their table.

The Investigative Reporter 11: Contract Negotiations

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 10: Training the Imperfect Mount)

Part 11: Contract Negotiations

“I think ten will do for now, I hardly think this will be a onetime occurrence” J.M. told Beth.

“I am yours to command ma’am.” Beth offered both knowing, and not knowing what was to come. She had to reluctantly admit to herself that it was at least a thrill to be once again under the control of a worthy taskmaster, the editor falling short in several ways, the fool apparently not knowing what potentially lay within his grasp.

The Investigative Reporter 12: Little Fugitive

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from The Investigative Reporter 11: Contract Negotiations)

Part 12: Little Fugitive

Beth was once again put up in her stall, and the hired help dismissed for the day with pay long before J.M. used the editor’s telephone to call her driver back at her ranch for a pickup. Ordinarily new ponygirls were acquired as walk ins, and the truck and trailer not needed to transport them initially to the ranch. The I.P.R.L. however was rather specific in it’s rules on transportation of racing stock, and this could be a gray area that could run her afoul of the committee if it were questioned. Beth was technically already “in harness”, and to transport her in a passenger car like an ordinary human just wouldn’t do for several reasons, the least of which was that it would set a dangerous precedent and could negate her previous training. There was also the consideration that Beth technically was an escaped convict, and if transported in the back of a livestock trailer there would likely be little scrutiny of the truck’s cargo on it’s return trip.