(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/PammyAvatar-02.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Pamela "Titty" Thaunton</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Place du Casino, strapped to a carriage, en route au gare.<br/><strong>With:</strong>NPCs all: Jimmy, Snobby, some big black geezer and his cock-warmer.<br/><hr/><br/>I snorted and stamped in irritation as my breasts were manhandled by the fair. Jimmy snorted at him too and said "Excuse me sir, please don't distract the ponies while they're working?"<br/><br/>The man didn't even apologise, but climbed straight into the cart, tied his slave to the back, and made a comment about my behind. I snorted softly and declined to wiggle it for him. If he'd been nicer about it, I probably would have. Jimmy snapped his whip, landing the lash with delicious pain across my arse and I yelped, and threw myself against the chains securing me in the shafts. Snobby did likewise and after a moment of futile straining, the bastard on the driver's seat released the damn handbrake and we surged forward.<br/><br/>Well, surged is probably the wrong word. Like I said, that cart is heavy. the horse shoes on my hooves actually helped me grip the road surface, and I pulled hard with all my strength to get the cart moving. I heard Snobby breathing hard to my right and hoped she would be up to the task. Between us we got it going at a steady clip and broke into a trot. That wouldn't last the whole trip - it was up hill most of the way to the Station, and with the way Snobs was looking and sounding, we'd be lucky to last at a trot on the flat bits. But for now, we were doing okay.<br/><br/>I do enjoy trotting. It sets my tail bouncing, my tits jump about like spring lambs and it makes me feel so very sexy. But all of a sudden, my need for an orgasm was overridden by a more urgent one. Jimmy had given me water, Mistress had given me water. Now, normally I would have simply sweated out what either of them had given me, but both amounts were a different kettle of fish.<br/><br/>One of the things I have found most peculiar about being dehumanised and reduced to the status of a draft animal is the way my toilet training was broken. Okay so the daily enema was one thing and having a huge butt-plug in me helped with that. But early on in my pony training, I'd been given gallons of water to drink and been left tied up and gagged in public. I'm not dumb, I realised the point quite quickly...<br/><br/>So, as we slowed to a walk at the top of the Allees des Boulingrins, I could feel the pressure in my bladder building. I couldn't be bothered to try and hold it in, and let out a soft sigh as the hot liquid poured out down my thighs as I strained against the hill to keep the cart moving as we swung left onto Avenue De la Costa. Left turns up hill were hard for me. Not hard in the weight, that was borne the brunt of by the off-side pony. No, I had to watch that I didn't drag the wheels sideways, jack-knife the cart, pull Snobs off her feet sideways - any one of which would happen if I tried to turn to sharp. That's one of the things that made the hairpin on the race course so challenging in a pair, especially at speed.<br/><br/>And I didn't need the extra worry of a full bladder, so I let it empty down my legs and onto the road surface.<br/><br/>Right, now, onto Boulevard De Suisse, still climbing. The damn tourist in the back weighed a ton, and rather than sitting sensibly, he kept shifting from side to side in the cart, leaning out to see around the broad back of the driver's seat to admire the view in front of him. How did I know this? From the way the balance of the cart kept changing and the way he kept making comments about either my backside or Snobby's.<br/><br/>Finally, we crossed the east-bound carriageway of Boulevard Princesse Charlotte, and turned left onto the west bound side. A short walk down hill and we pulled up outside the station. The buggy springs creaked in relief as 'His Heaviness' climbed out and I stamped and whinnied softly, asking for water. Beside me Snobs was making the same set of signals. Jimmy climbed down and brought the water bottle, even as he confirmed that he would wait. I glanced up at the station clock as he let my companion drink first. 14:10. So we had a good ten minutes to wait and get some rest. I certainly hoped Jimmy had left the meter running...!