Pony Girl (c) 1998
By Fascilator

Chapter 1

Out of all the responses to my ad only one seemed promising. In fact, the ad had run for a month before this latest woman call to inquire about the position. I had several who had answered the ad thinking it was for a person to care for my ponies or work with horses in general but none seemed to grasp the true meaning of the ad. True, it had to be worded a bit cryptically but I had chosen my words carefully. The third week the ad was to run I changed it only slightly to include the phase, "truly dedicated and sincere trainee". That change brought the only response that seemed to merit investigation and she was on her way over to my farm.

Everything was in readiness should this woman prove to be interested and capable of the position. I watched as her car came down the long driveway from the main road and turn in to the parking area near the barns. She got out slowly and looked around as if surveying what the situation was before committing herself further. I was surveying her too and sizing her up before we even spoke. She was full bodied and well formed, large enough to be of service. Not like the puny trainee that was recently discharged for not being able to perform adequately. She had long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, a nice touch I mused. And there was a quality about her eyes I found intriguing, a softness almost doleful. I decided to move things forward and went to meet her.

She was still standing by her car looking around when I opened the door and walked out to greet her. She seemed startled at my appearance and then smiled as I walked up extending my hand in greeting. She had a strong handshake, uncharacteristic considering her shy demeanor. Then her eyes dropped as I spoke to her giving me more hope she would prove to be a willing subject.

I motioned toward the house and she followed me into the kitchen. I asked her if she might like a drink and then got us two iced teas. We settled down at the kitchen table to discuss the ad and what the position entailed. It was soon apparent she was fully aware of the true intent of my ad. She almost blurted out she had been thrilled to see the ad and had read and reread it several times to make sure she was interpreting it correctly. When she had convinced herself it was for a pony girl and not someone to work with ponies she pulled her courage together and made the call for an appointment. Now she was here interviewing for the position with sweaty palms and downcast eyes.

It was a simple matter to confirm her interpretation of the ad. I told her I wanted a pony girl to perform for me and if she were good I might enter her in contests and show her as part of our club activities. I asked if she felt she was at least partially exhibitionist and she nodded yes. I asked if she were proud of her body and not shy about displaying it to others. She confessed it was a thrill for her to be seen but she felt she was not a slim and trim as some others she had seen in photos. I reassured her that would not be a problem and that when trained she would be a beautiful as any on parade. That brought a little hint of a smile to her lips but she said nothing more.

We had finished our drinks and I was convinced we were both aware of the path we were about to embark upon. I stood up and reached out a hand telling her it was time to proceed with the interview. She stood immediately and walked with me to the door. I let her hand go and told her we would continue out in the barn where we had more room and more suitable environs. She followed me across the yard to the small barn behind the stable. I took her right into the parade room with its high windows all around and the large open space. There were a few small rooms along one wall and a tack room in the corner. I walked directly there and she was right behind me walking with a firm step head down eyes averted. I stopped at a chair just outside the door and sat down.

"This is where we begin." I told her. She showed no emotion and little anxiety.

"Undress," was the one word directive. I sat watching her hesitate and then as if watching a scene play behind her eyelids she smiled and began taking off her clothes slowly, carefully, putting them down in a pile next to my chair. Soon she was naked. Standing there before me in all her glory rounded hips, well shaped breasts, and displaying a hairless mound above her pubis. I told her to step up on the platform in the corner and she did as ordered quietly standing as if waiting for more instruction.

"It is time to outfit you a little to see if you are suited to this adventure." I got up and got a pair of the specially made boots I had designed for such occasions. They had modestly high heels but were open at the back with a lacing system that would allow them to be custom fit to any reasonable size.

"These will give your legs some form and definition. And they are good for show and tell sessions but more about that later if you work out. Now step into these boots and I will lace you in."

She stepped up into the high heel one at a time steadying herself against the rough wall with one hand outstretched. I pulled the boots up along each calf and move to where I could begin lacing them up. When I was done she was able to stand quite comfortably on her new heels and they accentuated her fine legs. Even her stance had improved with them but not as much as I had planned.

"Now step down before we finish dressing your for your debut." She stepped off the platform with my assistance and stood still waiting. I reached for the large dowel and told her to put her elbows back behind her waist. She pushed her elbow back and lifted her hands to waist high. I slipped the dowel through her elbows behind her back and told her to hold still like that while I secured things. I took two double straps and and secured one end below and one above each elbow locking her arms around the dowel. Her hands were still free but her movements were drastically restricted. She had to arch her back a little to stand straight which was very appealing. I went into the equipment room returning with the bit and bridle. Her eyes seemed to light up. She watched much like a deer watches the headlights as I approached her again. I never said a word but lifted the bit toward her mouth. She opened wide without hesitation and I placed the bit in her mouth forcing it back opening her mouth wider.

She held still as I fastened the straps around her head securing the bit and harness straps. I attached a long training rope and told her we were about to start an adventure she would not soon forget. When asked if she were ready she shook her head up and down vigorously like a horse nodding. I stepped back and walked toward the center of the room. When the cord came tight she followed me on unsteady legs. She wobbled a bit as she walked with me and I told her we would soon cure that. I left her there when I went to get a training whip and she eyed me with a look of concern and excitement as I approached again. I picked up the training line and told her we first had to work on her posture.

"Stand up straight. Arch you back more. Stick out your chest show me those lovely breasts. Be proud of them and always carry them as if you were offering them to those watching. Lift your chin. Stick out that beautiful rump and show it off too.. Now hold that pose as you walk."

It was a lot of instruction to digest in one telling but I wanted her to get the feel of her new look. She nodded when I asked if she felt good like that and she readjusted her stance when I told her to display herself like a proud pony would. From now on she was to behave like a true pony, one that wanted to please its master in every way. She nodded again.

"And now it is time to practice you gait," I told her. "We will start out easy, just walking for now but when you get used to your new role we will teach you other tricks."

I gave her a swat with the whip across her right rump and she jumped as she realized she had been struck. I gave the usual, "Chhk, Chhk," sound telling her it was time to go. She began walking on unsteady feet in a large circle around me. I watched her carefully and offered suggestions as to how she might improve her posture or stride. I only took her ten minutes to be able to walk in a complete circle without stumbling or weaving around on her path. Even her posture seemed more relaxed and comfortable to her and she was able to hold her pose for the complete circle. The next few commands she mastered quickly and would start, stop and pose on command. Next came improving her stride. I told her to lift her knees higher with each step as if a drum major walking across the room. I walked beside her one complete revolution of the room striking the back of each thigh as she lifted her leg which encouraged her to pick them up well above her usual stride. On the third revolution she could almost prance her way around without my encouragement. I stopped her for a rest and wiped the sweat from her face and neck. She shivered a bit when I wiped down her back and then her chest before walking her over to the chair for a well deserved rest.

"You are a quick learner and show promise. I may never make a jumper out of you but you will become an admiral show ponygirl and maybe a competitive one for the cart races and tug of wars. I will get you a drink now while you rest. I am going to remove your bit so you may drink. You are still a ponygirl and ponygirls do not talk." Then I fixed a bag around her neck and put a bottle of water with a straw in it before releasing her bit so she might sip her drink. We had a long session coming up and I wanted her rested and be refreshed.

Ponygirl Chapter 2

My pony girl trainee was still sipping her drink when I pulled the bit back across her mouth and fastened it securely. She looked up with a quick flick of her eyes and then lowered them again knowing her rest period was over. I removed the drink and holder and motioned for her to stand again. She managed to get to her feet unassisted by leaning way forward and struggling for her balance. She stood wobbling on her high heels as I motioned for her to follow me back out into the training area.

I watched her movement as she came to me. She was concentrating on keeping her good pony posture I had taught her with head held proudly high and an arch to her back. Her eyes would occasionally lift to see where I was and if I was watching her. I told her to "whoa" and she stopped and stood still while I went for her new blinders. She didn't move as I attached them to her head straps and as a feature I added a small feather puff to her headdress so she would look more dressed for the part. Then I explained to her that I wanted to see her make several rounds of the paddock all by herself with only voice commands and not training line. She nodded her head in understanding.

I picked up my training whip and gave her a light starting swat on her flank and she was off on her first round. She held her head high and lifted her knees well up as she tried to remember the gait I had shown her. I flicked her again on her rump telling her to lift her knees higher on the third round. She immediately began lifting her knees above her hips with each step; my phone rang on her fourth round and I let her prance along without me while I answered it. As she approached me again I told her to "whoa" again and she came to a halt near by standing prettily as she waited.

The phone call was from the young lady who I had recently dismissed as a prospective trainee. She was asking for another chance and begging to see me so she might plead her case. I told her the position was already filled and, in fact, the new trainee was in her first session as we spoke. She continued beg so I said she could at least come out and see how a devoted trainee was supposed to act. She thanked me and said she would be out in ten minutes because she was calling from her car on the highway. I told her to come right out to the training arena when she arrived.

Pony girl had heard my end of the conversation and there was a slight furrowing of her brow and I put the phone up. Without saying a word I motioned for her to begin her next round of the arena. She immediately lifts her knee and began her prancing again. I gave her instructions as I walked beside her improving her posture and gait as we went around the arena again. We were about to start a new round when the young lady appeared in the doorway and called to me. I stopped pony girl and called her over to where we waited. I introduced pony girl to the young lady as they stood facing one another and she nodded her head up and down to the introduction. I explained who the young lady was and why she was visiting. Pony girl stared directly at the young lady as if challenging her with her eyes. It was the young lady who looked away first. I explained the new trainee had only been in service for a matter of less than an hour but went on to say she was doing very well with her training. As proof of he progress I had her begin a new round of the arena as the young lady watched. Pony girl pranced handsomely on her round as if showing off her newly learned skills. She came back to us to stand and be patted for her performance as I bragged to the young lady about her dedication and ability to retain her lessons.

As we continued to talk it became obvious that pony girl was having a problem. She began to shift her weight from one foot to the other and then press her legs together which made her wobble on her high heels. We watched as she eventually crossed her legs in an attempt to hold her problem in check. The young lady said with a smile, "I believe your new your new mare has to relieve herself and she is getting in a desperate way." I asked her what we should do about it and she suggested we do nothing. All mares peed and my trainee should be no exception. It seemed like a good idea to me but I hardly wanted her to go right on the training area so I told pony girl to go over to the edge of the paddock and relieve herself, as a good pony girl should.

Pony girl wobbled and wiggled her way to the edge of the area and then stopped as if frozen. I told her to open her stance wide or she was about to fill her boots and that would never do. Pony girl separated her legs as wide as she could and no sooner had she done that than the stream of pee began splashing down between her feet. The stream shot out in front of her as she arched her back in relief and then trickled to a stop. A golden drop lingered on her lips as she let out a soft sigh. Her blushing was unmistakable as her rosy blush showed clear down her throat. I gave her a pat of approval and told her she had done a good job not to wet her outfit. I lead her back to the dressing area by her harness as the other woman kept asking me to let her resume her training schedule. She was still asking when we reached the locker and I began undoing pony girls restraints.

I undid her arms from the bar holding her elbows back and then eased her arms down for the first time since she began training. Her hood harness remained in place, as did the bit in her mouth. I was talking with the young woman all the while as I got pony girl ready for her new task. When she was able I had her back between the rails of a small cart and then pulled the rails down so she could hold them with her hand. I strapped the forearms to the rails and told her that she would now learn to pull a cart but an empty one for the time being until she proved her worth. Pony girl was much sturdier than the young woman who had been dismissed and I had every confidence she could pull a decent load in a cart and would soon. The young woman suggested we add some musical bells to pony girl so she would jingle as she moved. She said, after all, I had made her wear them when she pulled the cart. So I got a pair of small silver bells on nipple clips and fastened them one at a time to pony girl's nipples. She looked pained but didn't flinch when the clips closed on her hard nipples.

I told her to keep her head high but she would have to lean into her new task to make the cart move. I gave her the command to go and she began pulling the car around the arena slowly at first. I managed to position myself so that I could get a good swat at her hindquarter as she passed and when she jumped I told her to pick up the pace so we could hear her bells ringing. Jingle, jingle, jingle she chimed her way around the arena again coming to a stop at my command after one more circuit. It was time to let her rest a bit. I undid her bit and gave her a fresh bottle of water to refresh her. She continued to stand in her braces ready for more training.

Ten minutes had passed and pony girl looked better. The sweating had stopped. Her breathing was normal and her color was good. I had removed the drinking bottle some minutes earlier and she was ready to go again. I looked over to the ex-pony girl and said, "Maybe you would make a better jockey than a mount. You were a little small to be of real service. Climb up in the cart and take pony girl for one spin around the track." With that the young woman fairly sprang up and climbed into the cart. I watched pony girl struggle to keep the cart in balance but soon she had control of it again. I handed the crop to the new jockette and told her to go easy for the first round or two. She grinned as she lifted the crop and brought it down on pony girl's rump with a sharp crack. Pony girl jumped and stood straight up almost loosing the cart over backward. I grabbed the rail and helped her get control again about the time the second crack came form behind her rump. Pony girl began leaning forward and pulling hard to get he momentum of the cart going. Soon she had the wheels moving slowly as the crop landed again on her now burning flesh. She pulled harder and the cart began to move smoothly as the jockette gave directions and an occasional swat with the crop. By the time pony girl made two rounds of the arena she was a mass of sweating flesh. I motioned for the jockette to bring her in and stop.

Pony girl stood still holding in the traces as if she were prepared to go again but I said she had gone enough for one day. I ordered the jockette out of the cart and told her to undo our pony girl. She then should remove all pony girl's equipment and wash her down before bringing her back into the house. I left them there to tend to the mundane cleanup while I went in to prepare the contract of service for my new pony girl.