...Clayton offered the ponygirl water and when she had enough he put the saddle bags over her back and mounted her again. Using the reins he guided her through the gate and down into the back pasture. The Texas wildflowers were blooming in a glorious profusion of color, the deep azure of the bluebonnets highlighted by orange Indian paintbrushes. "I really need a name for you" he thought to himself. He then started saying names out loud but got no response until he said "belle" and the ponygirl whinnied. "Then Miss ponygirl belle it is" he laughed. They ambled down the fence line and then came to the woods. He turned onto the cow path and they headed into the shadows. The song of birds surrounded them and the smell of cow dung was fresh in the air. Blooming redbud trees hung over the path and their blossoms fell onto the ponygirl's black mane like lavender snowflakes. The path curved and wound its way through the old trees and every now and then the sparkle of the stock tank could be seen. The cows were moving around in the morning sun and he could hear a mother cow call to her calf and the calf answer. They rode on for a while and Clayton could feel the ponygirl starting to tire so he turned her out of the woods and they made their way down to the tank. It was a large, deep pond, with shallow sides where they could walk to the edge without sliding. Clayton dismounted and hung the saddle bags over a tree limb. He took his cowboy hat, shirt, jeans, and boots off and then he then slipped belle's shoes off. Next came off the ponygirl's hose and garters. Lastly he removed her panties and bra. Leaving the bridle on he hopped onto her back and squeezed her hard and she leapt forward into the chilly water, her black tail fanning out behind her.

Splashing happily, Clayton and belle frolicked in the pond. Clayton started to slide off and, trying to hold on, grabbed and caught her breasts. Belle's breath came in sharply but she didn't try to throw him so he just kept his hands around them. She became very still, the water running off of her mane and her skin. He stroked her nipples and he felt her breathing getting faster. As he continued to play with her he felt her start to stiffen under his legs and then she let out a joyous whinny that startled the cows. After several more whinnies she suddenly gave a tremendous buck and then just as quickly she relaxed, turned her head and looked at him sideways, a dreamy look in her eyes. Clayton's breath came in ragged gasps, and his legs were clamped around her as tight as could be. Realizing what had happened he started to laugh like he hadn't since he was a boy and was very glad the pond was deep enough to cover him up.

He sat on her for as long as he thought she could hold his weight, then reluctantly he slipped off her and led her out of the water. Taking some long grass he rubbed her down, getting all the water off of her and then he took a comb running it through her mane and tail. He then got the saddle bags and pulled out the carrots and apples for her, feeding them to her by the handful. He then took a muffin out and poured some coffee for himself. After resting for a bit he gathered up his garments and dressed himself and then set to work on belle. Starting with her bra and then her panties, slipping her tail through the opening, then putting on her garters and her hose, then lastly the shoes. He led her back up to the woods, then mounted her and they headed back towards the barn. He was startled to realize that is was late morning already and he hadn't even begun to do his chores. Reaching the barn, he dismounted her and led her back into the stocks. He carefully removed her garments and then gave her a sponge bath, carefully cleaning her body completely. As he washed her he spoke to her "How long will you stay with me?" even though he was afraid of the answer. "I am your ponygirl, it is for you to decide how long I stay" she replied. Clayton's heart leapt with joy at her answer. He could groom her and train her and she would stay with him for as long as he wished. "I don't know where you came from or why but I need you to be with me" he whispered to her...