#pony gear

It was a cold winter night at your handler’s place, you were waiting in the living room as he prepared himself. Your handler has been looking forward to this all month, the night where the club was hosting their big Christmas party. This year the club decided to forgo their VIP late-night get together and instead open it up to the public.

The VIP members coordinated it all out and of course, they volunteered their subs to be part of the festive entertainment one way or another. Your handler and the rest of the VIP doms were staying very secretive about what they were planning, making sure to organize well outside of yours or anyone’s wandering ears. All that you could gather from snippets of heavily coded conversations was that it was going to be big and that after thanksgiving your handler took you to get professionally measured again.

As you kept pondering over the facts and your theories, the bedroom door handle rattled open as your handler emerged. You were taken aback by what you saw. Instead of any of his normal dominator outfits of pure black leather pants, vest, gloves, biker cap, and metal accessories he was festive.

He was wearing a green with a gold trim vest and matching green booty shorts. On his head was a green pointed cap and upon each ear was a prosthetic ear mold that made them look pointed. 

In your surprise, you almost let loose a bark of laughter but stifled it into an unconvincing cough. Your handler just stood there, not breaking his pose nor demeanor. He waited until you realized how much of a mistake you were making and composed yourself before saying, “If I look this ridiculous now, just imagine what’s in store for you.”

That statement quieted you real quick as your mind began racing to figure out what exactly was in store for you. Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to start at his place because your handler promptly ushered you to the front door, into the frigid cold.

You sat in the passenger seat as he drove you to the club. It was almost six o’clock but from what scarce information you could get out from the festive celebration planning committee, this event started at four in the evening and was scheduled to go all night long. When you arrived at the club the line was already snaking around the corner.

Your handler drove by towards the separate staff and VIP member’s lot. As he pulled in, you saw more than a half dozen other couples mingling around their cars. As the car light passed over them you saw the row of doms in the identical elf outfits next standing next to their own normal clad subs. From just the briefest of glances of the way the subs held themselves and how close they clung to their partner’s side, you knew that they were as much in the dark as you.

Once you and your handler got out, everyone started to group up and move towards the main entrance. All of you walked past as the bouncers let you all in with a smile and a nod. Past the doors, you were welcomed to a wintery wonderland.

Wreaths were hung on every door, the banisters and barstools were wrapped in garlands of holly, club remixed Christmas music was playing over the speakers and all of the club’s furniture was dusted with a layer of fake snow. The place almost looked warm and wholesome. If it was not that at every other table were club models standing or posing while wearing nothing but ribbon, some tinsel, and a strategically placed bow.

‘This must have taken all day to get into place.’ you thought to yourself as you and the rest of the subs took in the sights of the decorations. In the packed club, you saw that the guests were in a mix of festive clothes and traditional kink gear. 

Your handler stepped out in front, no longer looking out of place in his elf outfit, and said, “Over here, we have a special job for you all” as he and the other doms led the far end of the club to the backstage door.

Stepping through that door you were welcomed to a bit of kinky normality as the presence of the festive music faded away to be replaced with the sights and sounds of the club’s backroom.

A slew of stagehands was dashing around helping models with their makeup while attaching and fixing their ribbon and tinsel wrappings as a handful of others were running through the hallway barking and relaying various status updates about the lights, inventory from the bar, and orders from the kitchen. Then off in the corner, the other staff and bartenders were sitting down, eating their bagged lunch, and enjoying their breaks

One of the headsets wearing stagehands hurriedly approached the group with his eyes darting between your handler and his clipboard as he started to count the people, “one, two… four five..six… seven and you. Are these for the-”

“Ah ah ahh~,” your handler said, cutting him off with a mock playful voice while bringing his finger to his lips.

The stagehand paused for a moment, mouth agape, before rolling his eyes and correcting himself, “… for the ‘special surprise’?” in an exaggerated tone.

“Yes, they are,” your handler beamed in a childish grin.

“…Fine,’ The stagehand signed before turning his attention towards the subs, “come along ‘helpers’, we need you in the makeup room.” Walking away as he snapped his fingers to a few stagehands walking by to get their attention. “..and for you all” as he turned back to address the doms “You guys can go back on to the floor, just don’t cause a scene.”

“No promises.” your handler replied with a wink as they departed back to the club. 

The makeup room was empty. All the furniture and mirrors were pushed to the side to make room for the eight huge boxes laid out in a semicircle in the middle of the room, each one gifted wrapped in green paper and a golden ribbon bow onto each one. 

You waited a moment, eyes locked on the boxes, waiting to see if anything would jump out from them. Sensing the hesitation from the group, the head stagehand let out an impatient sigh, “Do you guys not know a present when you see one? Honestly, I don’t know what your doms put you through… Go on, open them! Chop chop!”

Letting down your guard a bit you broke away from the group to slowly approach the box in the middle with your name on the tag, you tore away decorative paper, removing the cover to peer inside. You were met with a distinct shine and shimmer of freshly minted latex, neatly folded inside the box.

Confusion mounted as your hands reached out to grab the material, lifting it up and allowing it to unfold as you brought it up to eye level. It was a full body catsuit. A brand new going from neck to feet with gloves, a ball pouch, and cock sleeve. 

Looking at it, you could tell that this was the result of the measurement session your handler scheduled for you. Looking back in the box you saw a high quality leather pony-like hood, with black glassy lenses for the eyes, and sockets on top of the head. Rested under that were some sticks and some bands for harnesses.

“Yes yes yes,”  the head stagehand said, “Your Christmas gifts came early this year. All right bitches, strip down and suit up!”

On cue the stagehands sprung into action, grabbing gloves and bottles of lube on a shelf by the front door. They paired off with a sub, exchanging the bottle of lube for the sub’s clothes, folding them up, and placing them neatly aside. After that they went back to assist the subs to get evenly covered before helping them into the suits, making sure everything slid in the right places. 

As you slid into yours, it was no surprise that the catsuit was perfectly made for you in every way but looking around at the others how they broke away stagehands to examine at themselves with amazement, flexing their arms and wiggling their toes and stroking their dicks in disbelief at how well the suits fit them.

Each stagehand switched out the gloves and pulled out a pocket-sized bottle of latex shiner and a blue rag, the smell of the shiner filled the air as they poured it on their cloth. They were diligent in making sure each one of the subs was properly polished to a mirror shine. When the helpers were done, eight shiny subs were awkwardly looking at each other as they stood next to their christmas presents. 

The staff allowed you all that moment of inspecting their bodies before they soldiered on, taking the equine-ish hoods out, and began the process of helping each sub to put it on. The mask’s hole was a tight fit but after a push, your head rushed through as you were greeted by the sensation of your own hot breath bouncing back from your hood and onto your lips and your nostrils filling with the scent of new leather. Your stagehand took an extra moment of wiggling and adjusting the hood, making sure the eyes and mouth aligned up perfectly with the holes before letting go.

As this was happening you heard the slightly muffled barks of the head stagehand, “Make sure there are no gaps between the neck and the hoods, especially with Baldur over there. I don’t want this show or these costumes ruined because we had to peel him out of it if he starts breaking out later in the night!”

Once all the leather hoods were on and properly fastened on to the standards of the production manager, the stagehands went back to the boxes pulling out a pair of jet black antlers. Your head and shoulders sagged as you let out a groan, realizing what the big secret surprise was.

You bent your knees and bowed your head to assist your helper as he fastened the accessories with a push and twist onto your hood.

Following that you heard the manager say, “looks good, look good, but let’s step it up. Curtain time’s almost here and I do NOT want to keep the big man nor the guest waiting a minute more than they have to.”

At that comment, the stagehands redoubled their pace as they went back to the opened boxes and scooped up the black leather straps in their arms. Now that they were no longer obscured by the catsuit, hood, and antlers you saw that every single one was lined with bright shiny golden bells with matching metal hoops. Lifting your arms out, you allowed the stagehand to fasten the chest harness, biceps, forearms, thigh, and calf straps onto you.  

When everything was done, eight black and gold shiny glinting reindeers stood in the room. As you examined the others it was almost impossible to identify the subs underneath the hoods and gear. 

“Looking good, looking good. Alright reindeers, move out! We need you at this stage now. Let’s go…. MUSH!” the head stagehand said, waving his clipboard, motioning all of you out the door and into the hallway. 

A small symphony of bells rang from the room as all of you filed out into the backstage hallway and past the group of workers, all paused to stare at the parade of reindeer marching towards the main stage. Hearing bartenders and models’ murmurs you tried to keep your head up and eyes forward. Approaching the stage, you saw what everyone was trying to hide.

The stage that was normally reserved for the night’s pole dancers and strippers has been redecorated to fit the festive theme of the rest of the club on the other side of the curtain.

The stripper poles were all covered in the same garlands of holy, spiraling from the ceiling to the floor. Fake fluffy snow carpeting the floor with plastered snowman statues scattered around the snowy banks.

White wooden arches were placed at the beginning and end of a cleared-off path that led from the one side of the stage, circling to the main prop in the center stage, then ending on the other side. The centerpiece of it all was a giant red and gold sleigh. Looking at it, you hoped that it was either not meant to be pulled or not that heavy. 

“So here are my trusty reindeers for the Big Night. Just look at them all!” said a man with a booming voice. Even before turning your head, but doing so out of respect, you knew who he was, the owner of the club. Your eyes set on him and you instantly realized what role he was going to play tonight. 

He was decked out in a long red and white coat with matching pants, a belt with a huge published belt buckle, and shiny black boots. His coat was wide open, exposing his board and chiseled torso and a red and black harness sitting on his chest.  On top of his head was a Santa hat. 

“I thank each and every one of you for being volunteers for tonight’s event,” he continued, addressing all of the Reindeers. “I’ve wanted to do this for years, just never had the resources to pull it off until now,” he said with genuine joy in his voice as the stagehands were busy dashing around him and the stage, carrying out the last few fixes as another carried a huge burlap bag to behind the sleigh as another handed him a black leather flogger.

“Alright that’s everything” proclaimed the head stagehand, “help our reindeers into their spots. Places everyone!” 

Eight stagehands peeled away from the group to help direct you and the rest of the subs to the front as they began to attach the black straps from the sleigh to the harnesses. Once everyone was in position and double-checked by the stage manager he spoke something into his headset. A few moments later the bumping Christmas club music faded away as the DJ’s voice spoke over the sound system.

“Merry Christmas cretins, I hope you all are getting into the Christmas spirit as well as enjoying the Christmas spirits!” A roar of buzzed cheers rose up as an answer.

“Ok, ok, well let’s get ready for our main event.” the DJ continued, “We have a very special guest tonight. The club had to pay extra for rush delivery but he’s worth every penny. Gentlemen, I have the great honor to introduce, all the way from the North Pole, Father Christmas and his reindeers!”

The crowd exploded with excitement as the stage curtain rose. From behind you, you heard the club owner’s microphoned voice let out a hearty “HO! HO! HO!” that dwarfed the crowd’s reaction “MERRY CHRISTMAS!”

You could only guess that the owner was waving his hand to the people since the subs were explicitly ordered to keep their head forward and ‘act as reindeer-ish as possible’ whatever that meant. 

Per your orders you kept your eyes forwards, looking at all guests excitedly slamming their fists on the tables. As you watched the chaos, you saw your handler and the other elf doms weaving through handing out drink tokens. As this was all happening you were grateful that no one could identify you were right now and that all of the guests were at their tables and you were a good distance away on the stage. 

After a few minutes, the DJ continued to say, “Of course, no Santa visit would be complete without pictures and presents! Which is why we are encouraging all of our guests to make their way to the stage to meet the big man of Christmas himself! All we ask is to be careful of Santa’s reindeer, they’re a bit skittish from their long flight, so please, restrain yourself to only light groping at this time.”

Your heart dropped at that, as that one bit of comfort and security of the night got pulled from under you. From what you saw out of the corner of your eye, the reindeer to your left started twitching his head left and right. You figured he and possibly the rest of your herd was going through the same realization. 

At once all of the club guests got up from their seats and made their way to the right hand side of the stage, where one of the elf workers corralled them in a somewhat orderly line.

The line started at one of the wooden arches, halfway between you and the sleigh which meant you were forced to stand at attention as every single club member waited next to you in line. 

“I wonder who’s who under there”
“Look at all that gear, they really went all out”

“Wow they got real sleigh bells, you can hear them jiggle”

“Oh you can see which ones are totally erect right now, I see you little calf.”
“We should sign you up for this next year”

“I wonder if they’re plugged under there” 

The line moved slowly as each person was let through the arches, with the coordination of another elf worker. From what you could hear, the club owner was welcoming each one, asking if they have been naughty or nice this year, followed by stagehand instructing them on their placement, then a flash of light.

From your left, you saw the guest then walk off the stage with their photo and a heavy gift bag with a cock shaped candy cane sticking out much to the excited murmurs of those in line.

The first few were too mesmerized by the experience and presents that they neglected reindeers on the left hand side but as the line progressed the leaving members made sure to give plenty of attention to the other half of the herd.

For the better part of an hour that was all that happened in the club as all you stood there as the guests ogled at you, talked to themselves, and stayed thru to their word to keep the groping of your body to a relatively light amount

Eventually, the line began to thin out and then finally ended as everyone got their photos and presents from Santa. 

As the last guest returned to their table the DJ’s voice spoke through the sound system yet again, “Well it looks like Santa has to go but as an extra present to all the good boys here, he’s leaving his reindeers here for some ‘reindeer games’”

The crowd went wild. 

With that comment four of the original elf doms that you came in with walked on stage, pulling wheeled wooden pillory in each hand, as a fifth was carrying out piles of soapboxes as they started to line them up. The club began to move up from their seats to make their way back on stage.

Adrenaline pumping you saw that each pillory was fitted with a curved stick that held a bundle of fresh mistletoe right above the center hole.


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