<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Ponysuit on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/ponysuit/</link><description>Recent content in Ponysuit on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/ponysuit/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Farm 4: Livestock</title><link>/stories/2014/04/25/the-farm-4-livestock/</link><pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/04/25/the-farm-4-livestock/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="thefarm3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Farm 3: Revolution on the Farm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Farm 4: Livestock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I purchased this pair from Her Ladyships farm next door. She had some sort of going out of business sale and had to liquidate all of her, shall we say ‘specialist’ livestock, and I bought this handsome beast. Or pair of beasts. It is sort of hard to be sure how I should describe it. But it or they are a beast to behold and a worthy addition to my little collection.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Farm 3: Revolution on the Farm</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-farm-3-revolution-on-the-farm/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-farm-3-revolution-on-the-farm/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="thefarm2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Farm 2: Morning at the Farm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Farm 3: Revolution on the Farm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her eyes were blue. That lovely bright blue that I just knew only came with red hair. And the fair sprinkling of freckles that were visible through the eye holes in her mask confirmed my suspicions.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There was something in lurking behind those eyes that was both reassuring and terrifying. Trapped just as I was in a terrible, inescapable bondage I could read both fear and a fearful arousal in those eyes. She was encased exactly as I was, and with the same lack of hope of escape until someone came to her aid.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>