Romantica

by ashinperil
- do not use without permission.


"You look so pretty like this, jenny," Miss Ashley said as she stroked my cheek, "maybe I should keep you like this all the time!"
I looked up sharply at my owner, the consternation obvious on my face. It was the last night of the festival, and our duties giving rides to tourists were over. Kim and I had been relieved to have got through it, and were looking forward to a return to 'normal' life. Now this...
"I could have a little trotting circuit built," she mused, "and you two could give rides to my friends and guests. You'd like that, little slave, wouldn't you..."
I closed my eyes, thinking how hard a 24/7 life as a ponygirl would be, but I felt my heart racing and my breath becoming short - my body was betraying my true feelings about the idea...