Padawan Ponytail Novels & Stories

Gasping aloud, I sprang into action, racing against the unforgiving clock—I scrubbed my teeth, combed my hair, and braided it with the speed of a hurricane, daring not to opt for a ponytail. I never wore my hair in a ponytail, not after the last time. The pack's slut, who inexplicably envied me despite considering me the ugliest being alive, had taken a pair of scissors to my hair. I cherished my hair, and seeing her snip away hurt, but I had no voice to protest. In this pack, I was nothing more than a servant, and while it hadn't always been that way, the past was now an irretrievable fairytale, forever shattered.

Damien’s belt, probably. “Ponies don’t talk. They neigh, they snort, they scream. That’s it.” Another lash, harder. “Say thank you, Owner.” “Th-thank you, Owner,” she choked out. He yanked her up by the hair and started fitting the harness. Thick leather straps went over her shoulders, under her tits, cinched brutally tight so her breasts bulged obscenely between them. More straps around her waist, between her legs, framing her dripping cunt and the base of the new tail. He buckled a wide collar around her throat, then forced a metal bit between her teeth, buckling it behind her head. The bit pulled the corners of her mouth back into a grotesque smile.

Tanya considered the cost to be money well spent, because it allowed her to indulge her favorite fetish with Peter under her, and she always became so aroused, the sex after her ride was as fabulous for her as it was for him. She stroked his side again as she selected the first piece of ponyboy equipment he would be wearing. That was a bridle made of chrome and polished black leather, and she picked it up and carefully slipped it over his head, making sure the connected straps that made up the piece of tack were straight and perfectly positioned. The upper strip of shiny leather went around his forehead, and Dobbin stood patiently as his mistress tightened the buckle on that one. Short strap

It was so pretty, out here in the wilderness, I wondered if Nikolai liked it out here. Fed, washed and changed into a black tank top and dark jeans I strode out of the inn with purpose. I had my long blonde hair scraped up into a high ponytail. Having all that lank blonde hair away reminded me of the arguments with my mother where she pleaded with me not to cut it. I am strong, I can manage this with or without my mate. The ponytail was part of my invisible armour, readying myself for whatever this mysterious Padgett could have to devastate me. If I’m dressed like a badass perhaps, if I’m lucky, I won’t crumble when she tells me what I don’t want to hear.

She paired it with black leather shorts and gladiator sandals. Bambi applied a very thin layer of makeup on her. Ada, on the other hand, tied her hair in a half ponytail. “Yep!” she responded then she turned to her friends, shooting her brows up. “We'll see you guys later?” Daniel asked and Honey quickly nodded at him. When Jada and Daniel leave, Bambi and Ada can’t help but squeal. “That’s some kind of Adonis!” Bambi even blurted out. “Yes! He’s a winner! Do you think Jada can handle that? He looks huge! No, he’s definitely huge!” Ada commented.

“Let’s just do a high ponytail, and I’ll just do some natural makeup, maybe with a smokey eye.” “Ooohhh, getting fancy,” Lily said with a little wiggle-dance. “This HockeyDude12 must be really special.” I sighed as I pulled my hair into a high ponytail, and not just from the slight pain of the tugging. “Yeah, he really is.” “What if he turns out to be, like, a total dog?” “What do you mean?” “You know—” she leaned in as if telling me a secret— “UGLY?” I laughed and started to apply my foundation.

Shaw comments. The witch just nods in thanks to the comment made by my brother, who once again, just today, caught me and Sawyer by surprise, since he is the crankiest among us. Shaw is what many call playboy, the rich, spoiled guy who has what he wants and at the time he wants, but contrary to what he makes everyone think about him, deep down me and Sawyer know he saved himself, to our mate. To our Pandora. When I think of her name, I hear foliage moving and branches being broken. We instinctively look at the forest and see Pandora emerging from it. I and my brothers ran towards her and hugged her tight.

She slipped into the faded jeans and soft sweater Pony had brought her, before she sat back down on the edge of the bed, crouching forward as her hands brushed her thighs. “You shouldn’t leave yet,” Pony said, smacking her lips softly. Niya turned to see her best friend leaning against the med cart, though her weight barely rested on it. Pony’s long blonde hair, streaked with brown roots, was tied in its usual side braid. She wore a plain blue long-sleeved shirt as Niya tried to piece together what made her temples throb. Pony's golden-brown eyes fixed on Niya with a bluntness that was hard to ignore.

I wait impatiently for what they'll say next, as I was already running late for school. “Kate. We love you, and you know that, right?“ She pulls my two long ponytails forward to rest over my shoulders. I nod slowly and step away from her. “Mommy, I don't like my ponytail like that. It makes me look like a baby.“ I grudgingly push them away so they are dangling, then smile in satisfaction. “Kayden says I'm a baby anytime he sees the ponytails over my shoulders, and I would rather not look cute. Babies are cute.“

“When you say it like that, Aim, you make it seem like I don’t look devilishly handsome like my mate tells me.” I cracked a smile as I waved my hands around his head. “It’s in this weird in between stage that looks-” “Horrible.” Toya giggled and Jora slapped a hand to his chest. “You wound me, Toya.” He turned in his seat. “I’ll have you know I can just make the tiniest of ponytails.” All of us lost it. He scowled as he turned back. “What can I say? My mate asked for long hair. I’ll grow the long hair.”