Snowflake

by Brock
with art by Nemain

- do not use without the author's and the artist's permission.


Hello! My name is Snowflake and I'm a ponygirl. My sire was Snowman and my dam was White Lady. I was born 18 years ago although in ponygirl years I'm considered to be a two-year-old.

I am quite excited today, as my groom has told me that I am to be serviced for the very first time. I say excited but I'm also a little bit nervous, as I don't know what is to happen. My groom, Amanda, tells me that I will like it. I do know that it involves a stallion but what the stallion has to do I'm not sure. Amanda said she will stay with me while I am serviced and I am grateful for that.

Let me tell you a little about myself, I am the first of White Lady's six foals and the only one sired by Snowman, although she is in foal once more by Snowman. I am 14-hands high and I am a champion racer, which is only to be expected, as both Snowman and White Lady were champions. I was born in captivity on the 18th of July 1987. My formative years were spent with my peers frolicking and playing and generally having fun. Training didn't start proper until a foal reached 14 years in human time although we were gradually introduced to hooves, harness and bit.

There was usually a mare in the paddock with us and so it was natural for us to copy the various gaits used by the mares, therefore by the time we were to be trained in earnest we had a large knowledge of what was expected.

It was when I was ready for training that I first met Amanda; she was assigned to be my main groom. We hit it off straight away; she is so kind and gentle and she talks to me all the time, even though she knows that I cannot answer, except to whinny, nod or shake my head or paw the ground with my hooves.

Apart from learning the correct way to walk, trot, canter and gallop, I also had to learn obedience; one way that this was taught was for me to gallop through hoops that had been set on fire. Having completed that I had to then do the same thing using the canter, the trot and finally walking through. Such was my trust in my groom that she wouldn't allow me to be hurt, that I performed all these feats without a problem.

Racing was easy; it appears that I am a natural when it comes to pulling a sulky. I have won all my races and earned considerable money for my owner along with medals and trophies.

My owner intends to race me until I'm a three-year-old, twenty-one in human years, and then I will be bred.

It is time. Amanda has come to take me to Galahad. Galahad is a stallion who in the words of my groom, has been seen to. I believe this means that he cannot give me a foal.

We walk through to his stall where there is a bench. I am laid across it and my bridle straps are tethered to the bench and at the same time my legs are strapped to the legs of the bench which renders me unable to move more than a little bit. Because I am wearing blinkers I can only hear Galahad and his groom arriving. Suddenly I feel Galahad pressing against my rump, this frightens me and I try to shy but am held back by my tethers. Amanda soothes me by stroking my nose; this has always calmed me down and soon I am accepting Galahad inside me.

Because Galahad is an experienced stallion he doesn't push right into me straight away. He enters then withdraws then goes in a bit further and so on until he is completely inside me. He stays still, allowing me to get used to the intrusion. Slowly he moves, almost coming out and then pushing right in. He does this for some time and is such a way that I am trying to back on to him fearing that he will slip out. Both grooms are smiling. They know that I am getting immense enjoyment from the exercise.

I have no idea how long the servicing lasted but as I begin to feel wonderful sensations in my belly I feel a jet of something warm and sticky enter me and at the same time the sensations that I had been feeling boiled over until I whinnied in ecstasy as my juices flowed and my body shuddered and trembled. Galahad stayed where he was snorting and whinnying and breathing very heavily. Eventually I felt him slip out of me and he was led away.

When I was released from my tethers my groom informed me that I was now a fully-fledged mare and that I would experience servicing on a regular basis from now on.

Life for a ponygirl is just wonderful.