Ponygirl Scrapbook 2:
The Elven Princess


by IronHawk
- do not use without permission.


The trick to taming a human ponygirl, the elven princess's tutors had taught her, was to join her in scorning all others. Do not try to quash her spite, but indulge it; agree that none are fit to master her - none, but you.

Back straight, hips swaying, reins slack: there was no mistaking that sheer arrogance in the ponygirl's stride. The wild blonde warrior dismissed by the stable master as "impossible" just days ago, before the princess insisted on attempting to break her personally, was now openly flaunting her young mistress, every confident stride a taunt to those others present who had failed to tame her.

There were gasps at the princess's achievement; some hearts in mouths for her safety; and more than a few jealous glances, resenting the haughty pony and her precocious new mistress.

A pair of stable lasses watched from afar, and one, the older and wiser, wore a long face. Her friend - excited to see the savage, spiteful inflictor of dozens of bites and kicks saddled at last - asked her the matter.

"You thought that pony was difficult before? Now she thinks she's a bloody princess..."