I once again I step back to admire my work. The hair matches perfectly! I take the riding crop and give you a swift swat. As your ass reacts and sways back and forth, the tail works perfectly.

Now that we have you all decked out in your new outfit it is time we take you for a test ride. I run your reins (still attached to the nipple clamps) up over your shoulders and across your back. I then swing my leg over the saddle and slide my feet into the stirrups. They are adjusted so they swing just off the floor and yet long enough so that I can kick my heels back and urge you onward. Then I wiggle around to make sure the saddle fits snuggly and won't tip off if you should make any sudden turns. I sure would hate to fall off! Never know, you may get hurt. I mean I may get hurt.

I kick my heels back a little and make contact with your haunches. A little snap of the reins and a giddie-up and you start to move forward. You are uneasy at first, but after one well placed whack with the riding crop on your rump, you are moving quite well. Not fast, but that will come with time. I ride you around the room for a few minutes. Of course I must urge you on with well placed taps of the riding crop from time to time, not to mention some quick snaps of the reins. You tend to rear up when the reins are snapped. You try to yell out something, but with the ball gag it is difficult to make out what you are trying to say.

I decide to give you a rest, so I pull over to the nearest watering hole. Too bad the only watering hole is in the bathroom. You got it! A toilet. I unfasten your gag and let you get a well-deserved drink. You look up (as if looks could kill), but you know better than to say anything.

I tell you "If you are a good pony I will not put the gag back in. But if I hear one word back it goes!" Once I am convinced you are well watered, I snap the reins and you turn to follow me out the door and down the hall. We get to the stairs and you look at me again, but I just start down them one at a time. You stop at the head of the stairs and wonder how you can crawl down them without falling on your face. The hesitation does not last long as I have hold of the reins and they are attached to your nipple clamps. When I get one step too far in front of you, you let out a yelp and quickly start down the stairs. Once we get down stairs and on the dirt floor of the stables, I say "You may rise and walk on your hind legs as long as you lift them like a high stepper. The knees must be brought well above your mid-section on each step." I continue to the second set of stables.

As I lead you across the yard, you look from side to side hoping no one will see you being humiliated like this. But no one seems to be in the yard area. I notice your legs are not being lifted as high as they should for a prize stepper. So I immediately make a correction to the situation by a swift turn and a crack of the riding crop across the thigh. You immediately respond by raising them well above your waist. That is much better! As you walk across the yard throwing your knees so high your tits jiggle and they tend to stretch the reigns as you walk. Each little bob tends to heighten the awareness of your tender titties. And I can see that telltale wetness between your legs, betraying you.

As we approach, you notice a clean stall filled with lot of hay. I take you into the stall and attach your reins to the stall rung. I let you take a little breather, as I step back to admire and inspect my little pet. I get aroused just looking at you!

You definitely need cleaning up. I order you to your feet, take your reins and lead you to the last stall by the door. This is the one where they clean all the horses prior to showing them. It has a cement floor with a drain in the middle of the floor. A hose hangs from a pipe in the ceiling which allow the hose to swivel from side to side or around the room. This way the farm hand can walk around the pony and spray from any angle. The dirt and grime just washes down the drain.

I tie your reins to a ring in the center of the floor by the drain so you can't run off if the water is too cold. I take your saddle off and throw it over the half wall so it won't get wet. I begin to spray you with a cool shower of water from the hose. It is a gentle spray at first but then I adjust the nozzle a bit to get a steady stream of water. This might hurt a bit, but it will clean off your body. I see your goosebumps, and your very hard nipples, as I spray between your legs.

Once you are sprayed down. I take a nice soft fluffy towel and pat you dry. Taking special care to dry tender areas thoroughly but gently. Once done, I lead you back to the room upstairs and I let you lay in the soft down-filled bed so you can take a well deserved nap.

After a good night's sleep you awaken. It seems to you as if yesterday was only a dream (to some a nightmare). I walk in, give you a good morning kiss and ask how my little pony is doing. It then becomes painfully clear to you that it was not a dream.

I ask you if you want to go for a buggy ride. You quickly agree and jump up, just like a little schoolgirl. You go to put your jeans on, but I stop you abruptly with a slap of the riding crop. "What do you think you are doing? Ponies don't wear jeans!" You get an instant frown on your face.

I order you to bend over and grab your ass cheeks and spread them as far apart as possible. You do as you are told. I pick up your new tail from the dresser, rub some ointment on it. and then slide it in place.

I then turn for the doorway and you follow. When we get to the stairway, I let you lead the way down the stairs. This gives me an opportunity to watch you walk down the stairs with your tail swishing from side to side. We walk down the stairs and over to the tack house. You follow meekly, docilely. We walk into a stall that has all kinds of leather riggings hanging on the walls and over special tack horses.

I look around for the right harness for the day. There is that leather belt, which has buckle like a regular belt. I reach around you as I fasten it, making sure it is cinched up snuggly. You place you hands on your hips only to find there is a ring attached to either side of the belt. I give you a pair of leather sandals to wear. After all, I don't want you to get your feet dirty by stepping in any warm piles you might find on the trail. They will also offer some protection from any pebbles you may step on, while on our little ride.

Then next thing I grab is a bit. It is rubber covered metal mouthpiece with a ring on each side of the mouth to attach a rein. This I slide in your mouth and attach with a leather strap behind your head. I take two leather straps, which resemble a dog leash with clips and attach one to either side of the bit. I let these hang down to your side, and they are long enough to drag on the floor. This about takes care of your harness needs for now.

I walk in front of you and pick up the reins and start off to the other stable where the buggies are kept. Once there I pick out a cute one with a surrey on top. This should keep the sun out of my eyes while we take a ride around the countryside.

I make you stand between the two poles, which stick out in front of the buggy. I then turn you around, loosely cuffing each wrist to a pole. I tell you to bend over and pick up the rails. You do as you are told. As you raise them, it dawns on you what the rings on the belt are for. The bars are about waist high and there is a snap attached to the rail. I reach over and hook the first one to the right ring of your harness and the other to the left ring. Now if let go of the rails, they will hang from your hips. Everywhere you go, the buggy is sure to follow. But you don't want to get going too fast, because when you have stop it will jerk your whole body as the buggy tries to ram up your ass and the rails pull you forward.

I ask if you are ready. You look at me and try to say something, but with the bit in your mouth it is hard to hear. I climb up into the buggy and grab the buggy whip. One crack of the whip on your flank, and you start to pull the cart out of the parking spot. You turn and try to say something again, but a second crack and we are on our way. It is a beautiful sunny day for a ride. I pull on the right rein a bit and you react smartly by quickly turning to the right. We take the road to the lake. I make sure you are lifting your legs high as we go. Want to be sure you are looking good should anyone come by.

You again try to get my attention but I ignore you. As we get about four blocks from home I notice you are walking kind of funny. You seem to try to keep your knees together, like maybe you have to pee. I ask what is wrong, and sure enough you are able to say peeeeeeee through your bit. I respond "So what is stopping you? Go ahead! All good ponies pee as they are working. You just have to be careful not to step in it. After all you don't want to get your hooves wet and muddy."

You try to ignore your need. I give you another crack with the whip to encourage you to move on. We take the path, which runs right along the lake. I guess the splashing of the waves on the shore is just a little more than you can handle. It is only moments after we reach the lake that a flood rushes from between your legs. "Good pony! Now we should be able to make some time." It is about a mile around the lake and back. It only takes us about an hour and half.

We head back towards the barn. You veer to return the buggy to the stable, and as you turn in, you are startled to run into a female coming out of one of the stalls. You panic, gasp for air. You try to turn and hide but the buggy is too long to turn around in the doorway. So you stop, resigned to your fate.

Anne is the vet. I tie your reins to the side of the bench seat and get out. I give Anne a big hug like the old friends we are. I introduce you to Anne. She walks up to you and looks you over like she would a horse on the auction block. She looks at your ears, pushes your lips up to check you teeth. As she lifts your breast by the nipples (of course giving them a good squeeze) you let out a snarl and shake your head. She then runs her fingers through your mane and gives your rump a slap. Anne nods approvingly, saying "Very nice, very nice. Looks like she needs some grooming. But very nice." I turn to her and say "That is why I asked you come over and take a look. I thought you may have a few good ideas that will help me get her up to show quality."

Anne decides to check you further to make sure you will make a quality show pony. She decides to unfasten the buggy from you and take you out in the yard where the light is better.

Anne takes your reins and leads you out of the stable. Your body glistens from the workout you had pulling the buggy around the lake. She walks you around the yard commenting on how well you have learned to lift your knees so high so fast. She slashes the front of your thighs to make you stop walking. She then walks around you feeling all the muscles in your legs and thighs. She rubs your back (oh so tenderly). You can feel her warm tender hands brushing lightly around your hips..... they move ever so gently around you to the front of your tummy. Slowly, ever so slowly, she makes circles on your tummy (just barely making contact with your skin) and you have trouble standing still. You fidget a bit but you are loving the feel of her body so promisingly close to yours. You close your eyes as her hands move lower and lower. You feel her fingers brush ever so lightly on your pubic hair. You start to squirm a bit. Your breathing becomes rapid. You gasp as your knees begin to melt from under you.

In your mind you are begging her to grab your crotch and play with your now dripping pussy. You lean back into her. The feel of her soft skin is overwhelming. She pushes her arms tight around your waist and her hand slides deeper and deeper between your thighs. You part your legs to give her access. When her fingers make contact with your clit you jump and gasp once more. Then you push your bush forward to meet her fingers, as they slide down your pussy slit over and around your clit. She peels your lips apart and inserts two fingers. They slide in easily. As she gets them deeper and deeper you squeeze your legs together to hold her there. Hoping she will not remove them or better yet that she will wiggle her finger deeper. As you squeeze she takes her thumbs and massages your clit. You moan as she pinches your clit between her thumbs. You throw you head back again and moan with pleasure. You are about to cum when she cruelly pulls her hand out from between your legs. You come crashing back down to earth. You try to beg with your hazel eyes for more but she is not willing to give you what you really want.

"Yes, I think she has some potential, but it will take some work on your part to train and maintain her. She will need some grooming. And tender loving care, if she is to be given a chance at show."

I take your rein and walk to the stable, to return you to your stall. As we walk I talk to Anne about some of the changes that will be necessary. You keep trying to nuzzle in so you can hear what we are saying but we manage to keep you just out of earshot.

Anne says she will have to stop by her stable to pick up a few things and will not be back until later. She wraps her arms around me, hugs and kisses me. As she turns to leave she gives you a good slap on the rump and says "Have fun girl." As Anne walks out to the yard I yell "We will get started on the suggestions you provided. After all the show is only a week away."

I decide to give you another shower in the shower stall, playing the stream of water especially long between your legs. I shampoo your hair, wanting it nice and clean so it can be properly groomed. After your shower I towel you down and pad you dry. I then take you back to the tack room.

I order you to get on all fours while I fix your hair. I get a box of goodies from the shelf and place it on a small table next to the only stool in the room. It is a short legged stool, and when I sit on it, your head is very close to my lap. You lay your face in my lap as I start to comb out the snarls. You seem to be a bit adventuresome. You nuzzle me and poke me in the crotch with your nose. I don't mind admitting it is getting me excited. I get up and take your bit and bridle off and hang it up on the wall. I then return with a leather collar, which I lock after fastening around your neck.

Before sitting back on the stool, I slip my pants off. You move forward and see the raging hard cock sticking up between my legs, right in front of you. I start to comb your hair again and you move forward. My cock is just in front of your nose. It does not take you long to figure out what you are to do. You open your mouth, licking and sucking. I tell you to suck gently and that you must not make me cum until I tell you. I can see from your eyes, you are disappointed, but will do as you are told.

After I get all the snarls out I use the comb to divide your hair into three sections, top, right and left. I pull the top back and make it into a pony tail. I then reach into the box and take out the shears and cut the hair which hangs from the right side. You do not even notice at first, as you are so busy pleasuring me. It is not until I take a large snip from the left side and the hair falls brushing against your thigh, that you become aware. You lift your head so fast I can hear my cock POP out of your mouth. "What the H---?" With that I grab your head and push it back between my legs, stating "I didn't say you were done! Now suck like a good little mare!" I could see the tears rising in your hazel eyes as you continue. You know you have no choice. You start to manipulate my member faster and faster. You drive me deeper and deeper into your throat.

I again reach into the box and take out some shaving cream, which I rub on the sides of your head. It is not smooth there yet, but it will be soon. I then take a razor and start to shave what remains on both sides of your head. With a damp cloth I wipe the remaining cream from your dome. I loosen the ponytail from the center section and let if fall to the side. I comb it again to one side. Then I start at the base of the neck and braid the hair into long strings. At the end of each I fasten a little red and white bow. When I finish the braiding I announce you may now bring me to climax. You start to suck me deeper and deeper. You massage my balls and you can feel them fill and get hard. I explode and spray deep into your throat. You manage to swallow every drop. Mmmmmmm it feels so good.

I stand up and admire how you look. "Just wait until Anne sees you." I lead you by a collar leash up to the bedroom and allow you to relax. You have had a long hard day.

You need your rest, my pet ponygirl, for very soon you will be ringed and branded...