Kelly had always felt midly offended that nerdy Laura Lewis had hidden her unjustly magnificent boobs away inside grandma bras and baggy hoodies. So when Kelly's assignment for her Blakely Country Club Debutante Weekend was to train a ponygirl, she knew just who to ask her daddy's contacts to fetch for her - at last that rack would be getting a proper airing. And as for Laura, well, had she ever been so glamorous? What an auspicious turnout for all involved!

"Now you be a good girl, Pony Laura," Kelly warned, as she skilfully steered towards the practice track, "or I'll press the red button again."

The expensive sulky was new today, but thanks to its intrusive copper-plated coupling prong - a menace enough in itself - Pony Laura had already learned that it was unwise to tempt the red button. Truth be told, even the friendlier pink one was less than helpful when one was trying to work. It was enough to make a pony quite incapable if activated for more than a moment, and Pony Laura had a suspicion its purpose was rather more the amusement of the driver than anything else. She straightened her gait and arched her back, stalking onto the track.

"That's it, Pony Laura," Kelly said brightly, and with a snap of her wrist she flicked the reins, deftly sending Pony Laura into a trot. She glanced over at the control panel.

Not just yet...