A Pony Tale

Charles reappeared from a door to their right. He beckoned them to follow him.

‘Please come, the entertainment’s about to start’

Lucinda turned to Peter who escorted her to the doorway.

They entered the adjacent railway arch. The room here, however, was twice as deep as the one they had just left. She realised that the first archway was divided roughly halfway along, a door to her left obviously led to this rear area where sounds of frantic activity could be heard.

Lucinda was astonished at the number of people in the room. There must have been over seventy men and women seated in small clusters along the side where they now stood. The remaining space formed a small arena.

The audience’s dress ranged from ‘average-evening-out’ like her and Peter to ‘out-outrage-the-outrageous’; she had never seen so much leather, latex and metalwork up this close before.

Charles noticed her gawping.

‘Ah. Remember this is usually a fetish cum BDSM club. Tonight is a Pony Club special we lay on from time to time for the regular members. They are kind enough to host the event for us in exchange for an insight into what we like to do.’ He winked, ‘It’s also a great opportunity to recruit new ponies.’

Lucinda thought how much she’d like to see what the ‘regular members’ did someday, especially the man, woman?, under a table nearby. He/she was totally clad in black rubber and seemed to only have a small pipe for breathing. She would have thought it was a blow-up sex doll if the body had not been moving. Lucinda shook her head in amazement.

Two trestle tables were arranged at the far end to their right. These were covered with green baize and formed a semi-formal sort of ‘top table’. The five dignitaries there were more conventionally attired and were intently comparing pieces of paper in front of them.

Lucinda was bemused when Charles led her and Peter to two of the three remaining empty seats at the end of this table. She turned to Peter,

‘What the...?’ she began.

Peter merely shrugged and grinned sheepishly.

‘I guess we’re sort of guests of honour’.

Lucinda frowned and nodded her thanks to Charles who held her chair for her.

The ‘Let’s go and have a meal and I’ll take you to a special kind of club I know’ comment from Peter that he’d delivered so casually the previous weekend began to seem far more elaborate than his tone then indicated.

Lucinda had, irrationally, put his quiet contemplation that night down to post-coital bliss after the frantic hour of wonderfully energetic sex that preceded it. She now realised he was thinking about far wider things than a mental action-replay of their chapter, OK few paragraphs, of the Karma Sutra.

Upon reflection it was the animal lust they’d both felt that had stimulated the suggestion.

Lucinda regarded herself as a liberated woman of the nineties and, like all fully paid up members of the Cosmo ’40-ways-to-greater-climaxes’ club, generally enjoyed controlling her orgasms from above. Deep down though she had a traditionalist streak and still found that it was immensely erotic to be on her back with her ankles resting on the shoulders of a still very fit ex-college footballer who was squishing her clitoris under his two hundred plus pounds as he tried to drive his more than adequate prick and surrounding accoutrements through the bed, the floor and the flat below.

Afterwards, as they lay spooned together her breasts still tingling and her clit recovering from being a pancake, she muttered

‘That was yummy, I felt like a mare in heat.’

She felt his prick jump before he spoke - again proving the true site of the male intellect.

‘Really? In what way?’

‘Well...Rough. Abandoned. Out of control. It’s nice occasionally.’

‘Oh I agree... very much.’

With that she thought he’d gone off to male après sex zombie land and snuggled up to savour the warm inner glow and the gloop of semen trickling down her thigh. About ten minutes later as she was starting to drift off herself and he came out with his comment and refused to elaborate further.

Now, a week later, she started to understand some of his plans. What excited her and also made her a trifle uneasy was the exact role she was to play in these.

The lights dimmed and left only the centre of the room illuminated by some spotlights. She discovered later that the premises were a general-purpose hall that were often used by local theatrical and drama groups, some members of which were present that evening.

One of these, a man in his late forties clad in black leather trousers, black singlet and matching 70’s chunky gold chain, rose from a table to her left.

‘Hi everyone and welcome.

‘Tonight, as many of you know, we have a Pony meeting. Charles Hamilton-Pearce...’ he waved at Charles who was still standing behind his chair, ‘...has kindly offered to explain to us what Pony play is about and hold a sort of mini-Gymkhana here tonight.

‘Ladies and gentleman, Doms and Subs, Charles Hamilton-Pearce!’

A ripple of applause followed and Charles strode to the centre of the room.

‘Thank you George, plus thanks to Melissa and Kate for arranging things for us.’

Two women at George’s table smiled and nodded.

‘I thought I’d split the evening into three parts.

‘Firstly, to explain what a pony is and some of the things they wear.

‘Second to hold the Gymkhana as George explained. I have to point out that this is very reduced and serves mainly as a demonstration as we have already completed a lot of the judging.

‘Finally, a rather special display from two of our best ponies.

‘There will be a short interval halfway through the event when you can inspect the ponies, chat to their owners and ask questions.

‘I hope that for those of you who already enjoy an alternative lifestyle this will add an extra dimension to your pleasures and...’ to Lucinda’s horror he looked directly at her, ‘for those who are new to all of this, it will stimulate you to find out more.’

‘OK, what is a pony?’

He clapped his hands.

A young lad, dressed as a groom complete with flat cap, rolled a small inverted half-barrel like they have in circuses up to Charles and let it fall next to him.

Lucinda was intrigued as she heard the clip clop of hooves and saw a woman pulling a cart in a similar way to a rickshaw. A man sat bolt upright in the cart and cracked a long whip over the woman’s head. The cart drew up in the centre of the arena.

The woman was stunning to look at. Tall with well-defined muscles, she looked to be in her late twenties, about the same age as Lucinda but with no sodding cellulite Lucinda noticed grudgingly. She wore long black, thigh-length boots that had hooves rather than conventional toecaps. These, in addition to the tapering heels, elevated her to well above the height of Charles.

Her harness had horizontal leather straps that went around her waist and below her, again perfect, breasts. Further straps crossed between her breasts giving them the potential of support she plainly did not need. Straps below went down over her groin to frame and draw attention to her completely shaved sex. A further, central strap split her labia in what seemed to be an excruciatingly tight manner to the extent that it vanished at the centre. Lucinda instinctively squirmed as she was reminded of ‘butt-floss’ thongs beloved of so many French women on holiday.

Lucinda could not see her arms as these were held in some way behind her back. This had the effect of forcing her to thrust her breasts further outwards. Her prominent nipples were pierced and carried two large rings. Lucinda ‘s own nipples tingled uncomfortably as she noticed that the ends of a pair of reins were attached to the rings and the reins passed through two further rings on the ends of a thick black bit that was forced between her teeth by an elaborate bridle.

A long, black plume rose up from the forehead part of the bridle and complemented a long mane of almost black hair. Her dark eye make-up gave her a sultry, mysterious aura and she seemed oblivious to her surroundings, almost serene as she stared directly ahead.

Charles walked to the cart.

This was a two-wheeled affair, somewhat like a chariot. The shafts were attached to the sides of the pony girl’s harness at waist height, Lucinda could now see that her arms were bound and crossed behind her and that she held two short handles on the top of each shaft.

‘This is a typical pony and trap configuration’ Charles announced.

‘Physical fitness is very important in a pony and exercises such as pulling loads when trotting and walking help build stamina. Great physical strength is the main feature of working ponies that we will see later, however, the more elegant ponies such as Princess of the Night here are normally used for dressage or ‘show’.

He put his hand near the woman’s cheek and she nuzzled it.

‘Princess here has been a dressage champion for many years and is one of my best ponies thanks to my top trainer, James.’

He beckoned to the driver of the cart.

‘James, over to you.’

James placed his whip in a stand on the cart and alighted.

‘Good evening everyone. You’ll notice that I was using the whip when I entered. This is merely an audible device to catch the pony’s attention. It is very rare that a good trainer should ever need to use the whip directly on the pony except in situations where they get carried away with themselves. Although some of the working ponies seem to demand more direct physical control!’

James nodded to the groom who ran over and unhitched the cart. He then gripped the reins above Princess’s nipple rings and led her to the upturned barrel. She stood on it proudly looking into the distance.

‘You will notice that I have used reins attached both to the bit and her breasts. We use this technique for breaking in young fillies as it gives a greater level of control until they are used to responding to just the bridle.

‘For the young stallions the reins are attached to their testes.’

A few gasps, both eager and alarmed, came from some of the men in the audience. One woman cheered which brought laughter from the others.

James chuckled and went on

‘You’d be amazed how fast a runaway pony will stop after a sharp tug on those!’

Charles stepped forwards,

‘James, if I might interject?’

‘Sure’

‘A question we are often asked is ‘are there only Pony girls?’. The answer is most definitely not. Pony play is very popular in the gay male scene as well as het and we also have male ponies crossing as pony girls, one is here tonight and another is a female ‘stallion’.’

James continued.

‘The bridle and harness are essential items of tack. Although the pony is plainly still human, in fact it’s some of the human features that are important.’ He caressed Princess’s left breast to make his point.‘ She still needs to be reminded that she is a pony.’

He reached up and pulled back Princess’s lips to show the thick bar seated firmly at the rear of her mouth.

‘The bit prevents chatter and forces the pony to use body language to communicate. Well-trained ponies will cease trying to use speech the moment the bridle is fitted and the bit is often not necessary. Unlike a real horse’s bit, or snafflexxx, which sits on the soft part of the gums, we take care not to damage a human pony’s teeth. This bit is made from a steel bar coated with rubber.’

James tapped Princess’s hip and she turned around. He indicated her bound arms.

‘Again, the need to restrain a fundamentally human feature. Ponies may not use their hands even to eat and drink. You will have noticed the Pony Boots, which he tapped. Pony Gloves are also available, sorry about the advert, outside. As are all the other clothes and devices you’ll see tonight.’

The audience chuckled.

‘Pony gloves are used to extend the arms and constrain the hands in situations where the pony needs to be four legged for stability, I believe we shall be seeing this later?’

Charles nodded and smiled. Lucinda also noticed that Princess shifted slightly on her podium and her nipples hardened.

James bent Princess forwards towards him and turned her so that her rear was clearly visible to the top table and the audience to L’s left. As she leant over Lucinda could see that the crotch strap passed up to the belt of the harness at the back where a buckle held it tight.

Projecting from between her buttocks was a long dark tail that matched the colour of her hair. James reached around her hips and stroked and pulled at this as the pony rested her chest on his shoulder.

‘The famous tail!’ he grinned. ‘The stuff of pony fantasies everywhere’

Lucinda felt herself blush as Peter playfully squeezed her knee.

She whispered to him

‘Well I didn’t know!’

James continued,

‘The butt plug is another essential training device as you will well know from BDSM play. It focuses attention and helps posture. In pony play we have the added attraction of the tail’ He lifted Princess’s tail and let it fall in a cascade around her upper thighs.

‘This further enhances the feeling for the pony, draws an observer’s attention to the fact the pony is plugged and looks divine!’

James reached up and undid the crotch strap buckle. The strap was split and fell away leaving the tail to emerge from her anus with only the small oval collar of the butt plug visible externally. James gripped this and twisted the plug as he pulled. Princess didn’t even flinch, as a tapered plug larger than the one Lucinda had seen outside emerged with a sudden rush.

Lucinda gasped, as did some of the audience, it looked like a large pink pear that flared into the collar before the tail. James showed this to the audience and, after repositioning the curved tip at her still gaping anus, thrust it back inside her rectum. The pony wiggled her hips slightly and relaxed.

James smacked her rump lightly and Princess stood up and turned again to face the audience. The crotch strap dangled from the base of her pubis.

‘With male ponies we often use a cock and ball, or CB, harness to gain the ponies complete and undivided attention and to show them how to control their sexual urges.

‘With Pony Girls we may control the clitoris...’

He pulled the end of the dangling strap up and Lucinda now saw that it passed though a ring that pierced Princess’s clitoral hood,

‘...like this or with a butterfly vibrator.’

Lucinda turned to Peter

‘A what?’

Peter raised an eyebrow at her

‘Hmmm, later my darling, later.’ He had an evil glint in his eye. Lucinda was discovering quite what a sheltered life she’d had.

‘The most obvious control, however, is the dildo.’ James stated.

He gently pulled the strap up and the pony swayed slightly thrusting her pelvis forwards to ease the tugging at her clitoris. This had the effect of forcing her labia open to reveal the end of something nestling in her vulva. James slid his fingers into her.

With a flourish he extracted a long phallic object covered with tiny black ‘fingers’ that glistened in the spotlights. Again, Lucinda was astonished at its size and that Q could even stand still with that and the plug up her let alone pull a cart.

‘Like most aspects of sexual or erotic BDSM, climax control is a key ingredient. The constant reminder of how close the release could be helps to heighten an already unnatural experience and pushes the pony further into sub-space.’

Lucinda was beginning to lose plot with all the psycho-babble but noticed many of the audience nodding sagely. She shrugged and gazed at the rounded curves of Princess’s hips and tried to imagine how both of the objects nestled deep inside her must feel.

James turned to the audience, prickly phallus in hand and almost bowed.

‘If there are any questions I’d be delighted to answer them afterwards, but I feel we should get into the show. Thank you.’

The audience clapped and James smacked Princess on her rump whereupon she skipped off the podium and out of the room to more applause.

Charles re-entered the arena.

‘Thank you James and the lovely Princess of the Night’

Another ripple of applause followed then he went on,

‘As I explained, there is not time to do a full event justice so we are going to show just some of the highlights this evening. A full pony event lasts most of a day or even a weekend usually with some evening ... er ... diversions. More of this later.’

He called out,

‘Please lead on the ponies!’

Seven more ponies trotted out onto the floor with Princess bringing up the rear. They all wore some variation upon the harness/bridle combination that had been explained before but there the similarity stopped.

At one end was a petite, elfin-like brunette with short razor cut hair and a boyish figure.

The next pair looked like show girls out of a circus. They both had a cascade of blonde curls and wore flared, wrap-around, micro-mini skirts in rich burgundy velvet, trimmed with white piping. Their long blonde tails appeared through the split in the rear. Their harnesses looked like bra tops made of white leather but with the cups missing and a sort of lace-up tie at the top. Ruby coloured studs were spaced along the leather straps. Their cowboy-style boots and bridles were in matching white leather, again with ruby studs.

The girl to the left was quite plump and very well endowed. The lacing on her bra squeezed her large, white breasts outwards and exaggerated the wide, rouged aureolae.

Her partner was considerably slimmer and the bra and skirt helped to define some shape in her almost flat chest and slender hips. Both of them had pierced nipples, however, and a delicate chain and drops, again with the occasional ruby, hung between them. Matching chains decorated their navels and bridles. The end of a long chain appeared from under their skirts and dangled between their legs.

It was only when Lucinda took a second look at the muscled legs of the second girl she realised that this must be the ‘cross’ that Charles mentioned earlier.

They were immaculately made up and their bodies covered with glitter spray. Long white plumes rose from each side of their bridles and, unlike most of the ponies their arms were free and they wore long white leather gloves with ruby studded gauntlets.

They both giggled and nuzzled each other.

The ‘female stallion’ was less well disguised. She looked as though she could bend iron bars with her teeth whilst captaining a Russian trawler and still find time to eat an entire women’s hockey team for breakfast.

She wore a black Lycra one-piece with a studded weight-lifting belt and matching leather bands around her wrists, ankles and neck. The tight Lycra severely compressed her breasts and she stood, chest puffed up with her fists resting on her wrists. The audience couldn’t fail to notice the thick tufts of hair at her armpits. Her muscles were extremely well developed and could only have been achieved with the use of anabolic steroids and other hormones Lucinda surmised.

Although she was some six feet tall and towered over the show ponies, the ‘stallion’ next to her diminished even her impressive bulk. He looked as though he had stepped from the pages of some bodybuilding magazine: long, straggly, dark hair; pecs like they’d been carved from stone; and baby oiled all over - Antonio Banderas’s head on Arnie Swarzenegger’s body. Lucinda immediately wanted to place an order for one of those but suspected she’d have to remove the mirrors from her flat first if she were to get much service from him. Her mouth went dry at the thought of straddling a body like that and gripping those rock hard muscles with her thighs... just one of his thighs looked the same size as her waist!

If that was the case, then how big was his...?

He wore a sort of black leather pouch which, sadly, hid the part she was now most interested in but she still had the chance to ogle his tight, oh so tight, buttocks as they clenched at the tail that casually drifted down between his legs.

Another male pony stood next to him but displayed his tackle for all to see, in fact his penis and scrotum seemed to be tied by a leather strap that ran from the belt in front to the rear. He was rigidly erect and seemed to be in seventh heaven already judging by the expression on his face and the droplets that glistened on his penis. Lucinda noticed an array of shining silver metalwork that pierced his genitals, nipples and face. The rest of his body was covered with various tattoos.

A wicked refrain of ‘Jingle Balls’ ran through her head at the sight... ‘Oh what fun it’d be to ride...The guy next to you!’ she thought.

The final new pony was a woman with a lovely figure further enhanced by a shiny, black leather or rubber cat suit. It was, unusually, split along the outside seams and had lacing instead that ran from her booted ankles to the mitt-like stumps on her hands. So, those are Pony Gloves Lucinda thought.

The suit was hooded but cut away at her face, between her legs and around her breasts. The material squeezed them out like the famous Madonna bra. A very tightly laced corset in the same material provided further lift. Lucinda sucked in her own waist at the sight and guessed that her waist measurement must have been well below 20 inches.

A long plaited rope of hair ran from a plume on the rear of the hood which even had little pointed ears; it was attached to her back and joined with her tail. Small tufts of her mane stood out from her back and had tiny black ribbons at the ends.

All of the ponies wore one or more rosettes in red, blue, yellow and green. These were mostly pinned onto their bridles apart from Jingle Balls who had his pinned directly to his chest.

Charles was running though a list of odd horsey-like names and the prizes they had won. The whole thing like the results of some race meeting, probably fascinating to those in the know but instantly forgettable to Lucinda. She gathered that the ponies on display were the cumulative winners of various events over the past few months and were here as a sort of reward.

Charles explained that points were awarded for overall grooming, fitness, tack, obedience and further points awarded for ‘special’ features that enhanced the human/pony concept. Madonna and Jingly had done well here.

For the ‘working’ ponies, points could be won by winning races, pulling weights, carrying rides and similar displays of strength.

In addition, a stable, or collection of ponies, could enter team events and compete for marks that rewarded teamwork and combined strength. Like the more conventional equine events, trainers and owners could also win prizes.

The limited space in the room prevented displays of most of this but Charles waved a piece of paper about that advertised the ‘Berkshire Trials’ three weeks hence. He pointed out that copies of this were available on the way out and contained an entry form. As Lucinda looked around the room and took in the positive audience response she noticed Peter looking at her in an odd and totally transparent way. ‘On your bike!’ she thought.

It was time for some demonstrations.

The ponies were led to the end of the room apart from the elfin girl who wore only one rosette.

‘Wood Spirit is one of our newest ponies and shows great promise.’ Charles explained.

‘In a moment James will use her to show how we use the long reins to train poise and rhythm but first we have to punish two of the ponies who misbehaved earlier.’

This seemed to meet with universal approval from the spectators who cheered.

The half-barrel was rolled to one end of the room and a similar podium placed at the other. A second groom, they were similarly attired and Lucinda had not realised there were two until now, inserted a long telescopic pole like a microphone stand into a hole in the centre of this barrel. The other groom approached Charles with a shallow wooden box and opened the lid for Charles to select something from it. Charles mused and pointed in the box.

The groom placed the box down and lifted a thick ribbed dildo-like object from the box. Lucinda noticed a sort of curved finger projecting from the base and a cable leading from the base to a small control box. The dildo was fitted to the top of the telescopic stand with the finger standing erect towards the front. Charles clicked his fingers at the cat suit clad pony who shook her head and started to back away, both grooms gripped her arms and led her to the podium. Their intention was obvious and Lucinda was both appalled and fascinated at the abuse the girl was about to receive.

Her arms were pulled behind her and a sort of long tube laced up over her forearms and elbows until her shoulders were pulled right back and her breasts lifted. She still fought their attempts to force her to step onto the podium until one of the grooms gripped her left nipple in his fingers and viciously yanked her breast up.

‘Shit!’ thought Lucinda as she saw tears appear in the girl’s eyes. She did place her foot on the podium however. The groom tapped her other knee and she stood astride the pole with its phallus jutting up between her legs.

The grooms bent down and attached another telescopic bar between her ankles. They adjusted it so that it spread her legs apart to the extent that she was forced to turn her toes inwards to still remain balanced on the podium.

Satisfied that she was now stable, one of the grooms untwisted the collar of the vertical post and lifted the upper section until the head of the phallus pressed into her vulva. With his other hand he spread her labia and eased the thing inside her by twisting it back and forth. Lucinda could hear her gasp as it entered and was worried she might topple as she swayed on the edge. Thankfully the second groom steadied her as his accomplice continued to drive the phallus upwards. Eventually it was fully seated and he aligned it such that the little finger device pressed directly onto her clitoris.

They were still not done, however. The second groom gripped both of her nipples this time and lifted them until she stood high on tiptoe. The first groom pushed the newly exposed length of shaft into her and locked the tube. He picked up the control box and slid a switch. A number of sighs came from around the room as the audience saw the tip of the finger device slowly rotate and stroke her clitoris. Lucinda knew that she was sensitive there to the point of pain after she climaxed and felt for the poor girl as she wiggled vainly to escape the persistent massaging below.

The grooms left her to her torture. Then one of them picked up some weights and placed them on the other podium. The other approached Jingle Bells.

His was a completely different story.

He positively leapt onto the podium and appeared to pout as he looked longingly at his fellow sufferer’s pole and the lack of a similar device on his stand. They did, however, spread his ankles apart but, rather than forcing him to stand on tiptoe, made him squat slightly. They then attached the massive weights to the rings in his penis and scrotum. The weights rested on the floor but the groom tightened the chords suspending them until they just began to lift. Lucinda turned to Peter who had a look of anguish on his face. He leant to Lucinda and whispered,

‘As his legs start to cramp with the strain he will have to lift the weights to ease the pain.’

Lucinda looked from one to the other not knowing which was the worst.

Charles thanked the grooms and turned to James who went over to Wood Spirit and attached the end of a coiled up rein to a ring at her rear of her waist. He unwound the rein as he walked to the centre of the room then held the remaining coils high in his left hand as he brandished a long handled whip in his right.

Charles moved to one side and James clicked his tongue.

Wood Spirit started to skip around in a circle letting the rein keep her path. Occasionally James would flick the whip lightly behind her and she would speed up.

‘Notice how the skipping forces a rhythm similar to a horse’s canter’ James shouted, ‘But her knees should be higher’

The whip caught the girl on the back of her thighs as James shouted ‘Up!’ at her and she immediately lifted her knees higher and completed two more circuits. A couple of tugs on the rein slowed her down until she marched in an enforced exaggerated manner like the royal guard of some obscure European state.

‘Turn!’ commanded J with another crack of the whip and she pivoted on her step and started skipping in the reverse direction. Despite the strange spectacle, Lucinda could appreciate the therapeutic effect of the constant rhythm and was surprised how elegant it actually looked. She imagined how impressive two or four similarly clad ponies in a team trotting like this would look.

James and Wood Spirit went on to perform further trots, canters, gallops and other equine walks which left Lucinda lost in the detail, she couldn’t help glancing at the two ponies receiving their punishments. At one point the girl shuddered and nearly fell as Lucinda presumed she could no longer hold off her orgasm. Sweat poured off both of the sufferers, the girl’s breasts were flushed and wet and Jingle Bells seemed to enjoy the pain of lifting the weights.

At the end of Wood Spirit’s exercises, almost to rub in the point, a groom appeared with a bucket of water and a sponge and wiped the thin sheen of perspiration off her. He constantly praised and stroked her as he did so, she couldn’t help grinning and nuzzling against him as Lucinda had noticed Princess do earlier.

Then came the turn of the working ponies.

A sort of sledge some two metres in length was brought in and laid on the ground at the far end of the arena, James led Wood Spirit onto the sledge and tapped her leg just below the knee. She knelt down on her heels.

Next Trawler Captain and Antonio/Arnie appeared. They both had on much sturdier harnesses than before with thick chains hanging from the back. Lucinda noticed they both wore hiking boots.

Charles said,

‘With the limited space here we can only have a static dragging heat but it will still give you an idea of the sort of events we run.’

‘The principle is very simple; each pony takes it in turns to drag a fixed weight, in this case one of the prettiest weights I’ve seen...’ he smiled at Wood Spirit who blushed and also couldn’t help smiling, ‘...over a fixed distance and their time is recorded. The winner is the one with the shortest time out of three attempts.

‘A handicap system is used based up previous form. In this case El Caballo Padre de Castellon has a two second penalty and goes last

He was pointing to Antonio/Arnie - so he was Spanish? Lucinda could envisage him Flamenco dancing or bull fighting but she couldn’t decipher his name and settled on ‘El’ for short.

A groom, riding crop in hand, timidly approached the Trawler Captain who snorted at him and stamped her feet. He grabbed her reins and dealt her a sharp blow on the buttocks with the crop. This enraged her further and she pulled at the reins until three more blows subdued her sufficiently for the groom to lead her to a point in front of the sledge. The other groom attached the chains on her harness to two ropes attached to the sledge.

The pony bucked and twisted until more blows reduced her to hissing through her bit as she glowered at the grooms.

Peter whispered to Lucinda.

‘She’s working up her adrenalin, this sort of thing can get quite out of control at times, they get a sort of high on it.’

Lucinda, firstly, wondered how he knew all this and, secondly, was bemused how he talked about the big woman as though she genuinely was a horse. She shrugged and added them to her list of paranoia points to clear up later.

James had a stopwatch poised...

‘Pull!!’ he commanded.

The groom delivered a resounding blow and the woman leapt forwards to overcome the inertia of the sledge. She grunted and stomped her feet forwards step by step and, slowly, the sledge picked up speed. The audience clapped in time with her stomping and cheered when the front of the sledge crossed a chalk line drawn on the floor.

’27 seconds’ James announced.

The woman was unhitched and stood panting as the sledge was returned and El hitched to it. He was perfectly calm as they did this. The only sign of any reaction was his slow, deep breathing.

Like my Yoga, Lucinda thought as she automatically ran through one of her pranayama breathing cycles.

‘Pull!’

El’s time was 25 seconds including the handicap.

They both took another turn going in the return direction across the room. This gave Lucinda a chance to rest her chin in her hands and ogle El’s straining gluteus muscles. Peter raised an eyebrow at her.

‘I’m being attentive’ she grinned, ‘Like you were with Wood Spirit!’

This time the woman managed it in 24 seconds and El was still 25. She strutted around to the cheers of the crowd. He remained impassive.

As the woman’s final attempt commenced one of the audience started to shout out the seconds...

‘...3...4...5...’

The crowd cheered and joined in as it neared 23, then 24 and finally 26.

‘She’s tired’ noted Peter.

‘I’m not surprised!’ said Lucinda, ‘Look at her’.

The woman was walking around gasping for breath and pouring with sweat.

Lucinda was rapidly coming to the opinion that either sweatiness was a pre-requisite for being a pony or there was a great market for pony deodorants.

It was now El’s final turn. Lucinda, like most of the women in the room, wanted him to win and, before she realised it, she was on her feet shouting out the times with the crowd like a partygoer at a Hen Night baying for the male stripper’s jock strap.

‘...20...21...22!’

James confirmed. 22 seconds. El had won.

Charles patted him on the shoulder and he grinned at the crowd. Perfect teeth... naturally.

The two contestants and Wood Spirit were led to the back of the room.

Charles then announced,

‘Time for a break. After this we shall see the show ponies and our finale. Please feel free to inspect the ponies and chat to their owners. You may touch or pet the ponies but I ask you to be gentle and not alarm them because they can get very skittish in crowds.

‘I’d also like to remind you about the stall outside and The Berkshire Trials’ He waved the form again.

‘We restart in 20 minutes, prompt! Thank you.’

The audience clapped and the lights above the tables came on.

Some people appeared from a table at the far end of the room. The ponies’ owners Lucinda presumed judging by the proprietary interest that they took in their charges as they joined them.

A large number of onlookers went over to the line of ponies that were now all tethered between the two podia, the two ponies receiving their punishment getting a great deal of attention. One or two of crowd tentatively reached out a hand to touch them then they were mainly lost to Lucinda’s view.

Peter stood and stretched. He turned to Lucinda.

‘Well?’

‘Well what?’ she replied.

‘Well, what do you think? Of course.’

Lucinda thought a moment.

‘To be honest, I don’t know. Frankly it’s bloody weird but also compelling. I don’t understand why the ponies don’t just say ‘Piss off’ and walk away when they are being abused like that.’

Peter smiled in his patronising I’m-looking-enigmatic way that infuriated her but he remained silent.

‘I wish you’d explain what’s going on here’.

‘That’s what Charles and James have been doing, what part didn’t you follow?’

Lucinda sighed.

‘Stop being so damned obtuse. You know just what I mean. About me. This was a set-up.’

Peter sat, leant towards her and took her hands in his. He kissed her and looked her directly in the eyes.

‘You were so incredible sexy last weekend. You turned me on... very much. Very much indeed.’

He almost blushed.

‘Really?’ Lucinda grinned, ‘Well I think you know what you did to me?’

‘I have though of little else all week!’ he replied.

Lucinda could feel herself becoming aroused just talking about it.

‘I have thought about it too. In fact I was rather hoping we’d go straight home after dinner and fuck the living daylights out of each other until Monday morning. I was not expecting all this...’

She waved her hand about.

Peter looked forlorn.

‘Oh. And I thought you said you liked the animal behaviour. I’m sorry I took you too literally, but the thought of you proudly performing really turns me on. You’d make a lovely pony.’

Lucinda looked at him. He just stared like a little boy waiting for Father Christmas to deliver the presents.

‘You’re serious?’ she asked.

He merely nodded.

‘You’d actually like me dressed up like that? Bridles and stuff?’

Another nod.

‘Being trained? Made to perform in these events?’

Nod.

‘You’d not laugh at me and think me a complete prat?’

‘Never. No way. Not anyhow.’

‘What about others leching over my tits and more?’

‘You have great tits... and more. I’d feel very proud to have others admiring them. It would make them very jealous.’

Lucinda deliberately shut up and looked at him quizzically. He really was serious she realised. It was also blatantly apparent that he knew a great deal more about ponies than he’d previously admitted to and wished to share this with her.

She contemplated the thought of wearing the harnesses and bridles and the other erotic gear, especially those super boots. What had she to lose? It was only dressing up after all, not a lot different to sexy undies and the skimpy nightie she’d occasionally worn for him and other boyfriends in the past - and herself. Now, if this stuff even had only half the effect that that did...

It would take some getting used to.

‘You’d have to be patient with me?’

‘Of course.’

What did she feel about having her tits... and more... leched at? Damn it. She’d spent the best part of a fortnight the previous summer spread-eagled naked in the sun on a Greek beach and not given a toss. On the contrary, she’d had a little thrill at the way men, and some women, looked her up and down as they passed. She grinned as she recalled the game she’d played by peering between her breasts from under her sunglasses and lining up ‘targets’ with her pubes as a foresight. Willing them to look at her as she ‘fired’.

‘This is all rather a rush,’ she said.

Another nod.

‘This whipping and stuff is a bit extreme’

‘I understand, I love you. I’d never do anything to hurt you.’

Oh God! He’d said it. The magic phrase. Lucinda felt a dozen little fluttering explosions inside her. This was DECISION TIME, an IMPORTANT STEP, a LIFE CHOICE before her.

She gulped. What the Hell. It was time she had a change and she was very fond of him but not sure whether she loved him as such, after her previous fiascos she was not sure what it really meant. Anyhow, he was great in the sack.

She took the plunge...

‘Clippity, bloody, clop Master.’

Peter beamed and hugged her tight before planting a huge kiss on her lips.

‘That’s great! Wonderful! As you’d say ‘Super’!’

Lucinda pushed him away a little. He looked alarmed.

‘One condition though’

‘Yes?’

‘We still get to fuck the living daylights out of each other this weekend!’

‘Too right we do!’

‘It’s a deal then partner’

She spat on her hand like she’d seen Irish horse traders do, he laughed and spat on his before they shook hands.

‘So, what are we doing in a sodding stable when I could be pleasing my Master?’ she asked.

‘My darling, you are pleasing me greatly. You have no idea just how much in the last two minutes. But I also want to please you and the finale is what I’ve brought you to see. The rest is window dressing.’

Lucinda grinned.

‘I’m teasing. Honestly I do find this interesting and very sexy and I’m flattered that you’d consider me worthy of being a pony.’

‘I have no doubts there, you’ll blow their minds like you blow mine!’

‘I intend to blow a lot more than your mind tonight!’ she said as she pursed her lips at him.

‘Oh God!’ he moaned.

She grinned and hugged him, then put on a childish voice,

‘Pwease can we go and look at the pwetty ponies now? Pwease Daddy. Pwease!’

‘Of course we can’ he laughed, ‘come my pretty little filly.’

Oh I fully intend to, she thought. Lots.

They stood and wandered over to the line of ponies.

If they say that dogs look like their owners, the opposite could be said of ponies and their owners. It was hard to tell who exactly were the owners and who were the spectators.

Lucinda couldn’t resist getting drawn to the incessantly stroking thing between cat suit’s legs. The obnoxious little finger and the rubber suit inside her thighs were soaked with her vaginal secretions, Lucinda could smell the musty tanginess as she approached. She now saw that the cat suit was latex and the tightly laced corset was boned leather. Up close it seemed even more incredible that her waist could be reduced so far.

The girl had her eyes half closed and looked stoned as she swayed still trying to stay on the podium. Lucinda guessed that the stiff corset must have been a great help in keeping her upright.

Her owner had to be the guy who looked like a biker - straggly ponytail and droopy moustache. Lucinda had ambivalent feelings about how someone could let the person they love be subjected to the sort of humiliation and discomfort that his pony was undergoing. Maybe they weren’t lovers? In which case, why would she want to do this? Stupid question L! She only had to look at the girl’s eyes to see the pleasure she was experiencing.

Biker man smiled at Lucinda.

‘Hi’ he said, glancing up at his pony. ‘You like?’

He had a slight accent, German or Dutch Lucinda guessed.

‘She’s lovely and what an amazing outfit. I can’t get over how narrow her waist is.’

’46 cm’ he said proudly, ‘that’s about 18 inches or so, we try to get to 45 cm normally.’

The man reached up from behind and put his hands around her constricted waist and caressed her hips. She gave a little shudder and immediately arched her back such that she thrust down on the dildo and its clitoral stimulator.

‘She’s trained to be held like this and taken from behind. Only then has she permission to climax’ he explained casually as though he was demonstrating how to use some sort of household appliance. From her soft moans and the glistening pole between her legs, it was clear that it was not the only way she could reach orgasm.

Lucinda swallowed at his candidness and changed the subject.

‘Er, how long has she been a pony?’

‘Two years or so I guess, we are doing BDSM ever since we meet though.’

Lucinda had to ask...

‘Er, I hope you don’t think me rude, but... are you lovers?’

The man smiled widely,

‘We have been married six years and have two children and, yes, we are lovers. More of lovers now than before, I think’.

He gave his wife’s waist a little squeeze and she smiled and mumbled something incoherent.

Lucinda felt a bit happier with her agreeing to Peter’s proposal and smiled at him.

The biker man asked,

‘And you? Are you into the scene?’

Peter answered for them.

‘Not BDSM, but we’ve been discussing pony play.’

The man nodded and held out his hand,

‘Good luck to you both with whatever you decide’ he added, ‘If you ever need to talk to us about anything please get in touch via Charles... Wolfgang and Sabine.’

They both thanked him and moved to along the line of ponies.

Lucinda was keen to take a closer look at El but so were most of the women in the room and some of the men it seemed and they crowded around the tall stallion. His owner was a surprisingly ordinary looking woman in her mid forties or so.

Peter noticed Lucinda looking and whispered,

‘I hear she is one of the most experienced working-pony trainers in Europe, people send their stallions to her from all over the world.’

‘You mean she’s not his owner?’

‘No. It is very common to have someone different to train your pony, especially where there is a relationship. It’s often impossible for the owner to be objective enough to view the pony only as a horse.’

Peter indicated Wood Spirit,

‘She has no owner at the moment and is being trained at Charles’s stables. Charles will probably auction her at the Berkshire Trials. I’d imagine he’ll get a good price, she’s a very quick learner... and very pretty too. Nice small tits, a good feature in a pony girl.’

‘Auction?’ Lucinda asked, ignoring his comment about the girl’s breasts. Lucinda’s were about the same size and the compliment did not go unnoticed.

‘Yes, it covers the investment Charles has made in her. There are many rich owners who don’t want the hassle of finding and breaking in a pony and are prepared to pay for that service.’

Lucinda was astonished that actual money changed hands. It made perfect sense but put a level of seriousness on the whole business that scared her.

Peter seemed to sense her unease.

‘There is what’s known as a 24/7 relationship. That’s 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. In other words, total commitment. Many subs - er, submissives - are desperate for that level of control.’

Lucinda had guessed they weren’t underwater craft but appreciated the explanation.

She looked at Wood Spirit and tried to imagine how someone could give herself to that extreme. What about friends? Family? Work? It saddened her to think that being sold to someone unknown was more important.

‘Does that mean I’m a sub now?’

Peter laughed.

‘Not unless you want to be. A pony is not necessarily submissive. OK, she will obey orders and incur displeasure if she disobeys but one of the important features is the wild spirit that she possesses and the degree of wilfulness that implies. And you, my darling...’

He kissed her cheek

‘...have that in spades!’

Lucinda frowned.

‘Just think about real ponies and horses when you consider pony play. Stubborn as a mule? Frisky? Skittish? Headstrong? Highly strung? And, on the other hand: sleek; beautiful; runs like the wind; a winner; thoroughbred.’

Lucinda got his point and further warmed to the idea although she added her own childhood memories to the list: mucking out; peeing on your feet; biting; kicking; throwing... whopping great dicks!

She suddenly had a terrible thought.

‘I’m not eating sodding pony nuts!’

Peter grinned,

‘I dunno what pony nuts are! I just hope they are not what I think’

She blanched,

‘God no! Ugh! I know I chatter but my mouth is not that big!’

A man with silver-grey hair and a long beard who looked like he’d stepped from Wild West Show stood with his arms around the two blonde show ponies. They were both extremely pretty and, from the way they nuzzled and rubbed against the man he was more than just their owner.

Lucinda wanted to talk more about the boy/girl pony but felt an arm on here shoulders and turned to see Charles smiling at her.

‘Well?’ he said.

Déjà vu, thought L. She looked at him with renewed interest. Rather than appear as the rather old fashioned creep she’d encountered earlier Lucinda now saw that his paternal nature was genuine care and his chauvinistic arrogance stemmed from being used to giving orders and expecting them to be carried out.

‘They’re lovely!’ Lucinda exclaimed, ‘the whole thing is still a bit overwhelming but I’m beginning to understand. I’d like to thank you for making my first visit so pleasant.’

She emphasised the ‘first’.

‘So, we will have the pleasure of your delightful company again?’

‘Oh yes, I think so’ Lucinda grinned.

Charles kissed her hand again.

‘That is the best news I’ve heard this week. I’m honoured that I have been instrumental in my small way.’

He clicked his tongue and Princess of the Night trotted over to them. She stood obediently at Charles’s side.

Now that Lucinda had a closer view she noticed that the woman was possibly older than she first suspected. Laughter lines around her eyes and the twinkle in them made her all the more attractive, Lucinda still envied her lack of cellulite and marvelled at her fitness.

‘You’re her owner?’ Lucinda asked.

‘Oh yes, Princess and I go back a long way’ he kissed her on the forehead.

Lucinda looked at the woman,

‘You, er... I mean she, looks stunning.’

Lucinda felt uncomfortable talking about her in the third person when she was standing right next to her.

‘Thank you’ said Charles, ‘I’m sure she appreciates your comments.’

Lucinda felt slightly embarrassed and added,

‘With a figure like that you should market this as a diet! The Pony Plan Diet,’ she giggled.

Charles failed to see the humour and said,

‘Beauty comes from the right mindset not out of a book. That takes years of care and dedication and can’t be picked up as a fad.’

‘I’m sorry, I was joking’ Lucinda mumbled but was gratified to see Princess give her a little wink and grin as she raised an eyebrow and glanced at Charles.

Charles checked his watch,

‘We need to get things going again’ he said.

‘Eek!’ exclaimed Lucinda to Peter, ‘I need the loo first. Where are they?’

‘Far end on the left’ said Charles pointing to a door next to where the ponies had been before.

Lucinda pecked Peter on the cheek,

‘Don’t start without me!’ she laughed as she moved off.

‘You have five minutes and no more!’ she heard Charles shout as she worked her way through the crowd.

As she sat on the loo she reflected upon the decision she’d made.

On the one hand, it was definitely weird and in some ways quite creepy. On the other hand, it could be a great laugh and everyone she’d met was so nice. The main thing was that it was something that Peter wanted dearly for her to do.

She had the distinct impression that if she’d said ‘No’ their relationship would have stalled which made her concerned about how much he loved her.

Did she love him?

She couldn’t easily answer that. She was very fond of him and it was great to have someone around to share her life with. She knew that one day he’d be going back to the States when his contract finished. As things currently stood she would not have gone with him and she knew he wouldn’t have stayed in the UK to be with her. For the time being she still needed her own space and the current situation was fine. But, maybe, things might develop into something more enduring in time.

In the meantime, here was a chance to have a lot of fun, and a lot of sex it seemed, without getting over hung up on ‘relationships’ and ‘commitment’, the rocky areas upon which her love life had previously foundered.

Plus, she reminded herself, some super boots!

Yup, she mentally high-fived herself, it was to be.

She dried herself and stood up. Then, hitching up her skirt and sucking in her waist peered down at herself. She’d always had great legs and, after a bikini wax, she’d have a dainty little pussy to match.

Suddenly she had an idea and grinned.

She let her panties drop, stepped out of them and put them in her bag. Then she folded the waistband of her skirt inside to take an inch or so off the length and smoothed it straight.

‘I may as well start performing now’ she thought and opened the cubicle door.

‘Hi’ said the reflection of the girl who was retouching her make-up in the mirror.

‘Er... Hi’ said L, ‘I’m sorry, I hadn’t realised anyone was waiting.’ There was only the one cubicle.

‘No problem, I only wanted to check my face. Your first time here?’

‘Yes. It’s been quite an eye-opener’ she smiled, getting her brush from her bag. She moved next to the girl to share the mirror. ‘May I?’

‘Sure’ she moved across, ‘It can be quite a shock. But you seem to be quite excited by it all. You’re grinning like a Cheshire Cat!’

Lucinda beamed as she brushed her hair,

‘That obvious eh? My boyfriend has asked me if I’ll be his Pony Girl’

The girl, who was in her late teens or early twenties, also beamed and turned to her,

‘Hey. That’s cool! What did you say?’

‘Thank you, and yes. I will be. I mean, I have. Now. For certain’

Before Lucinda could think the girl hugged her and gave her a little kiss on the cheek.

Lucinda blinked.

‘Oops, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist it. You look such a great couple and I’m really pleased for you... and jealous too! If you ever need another pony to play with...’

Lucinda was speechless. She looked at the girl who was unashamedly staring straight at her.

‘You’ll make a very pretty pony, your boyfriend is a very lucky guy.’

Lucinda felt her paranoia return a little.

‘Do you know him?’

‘Me? No way. I saw you both on the top table and...’ she smiled sheepishly, ‘...followed you in here.’ Her face softened and Lucinda thought she was about to kiss her again, ‘I was serious about another pony to play with.’

‘Er yes. OK. I’m not sure. Things are moving very fast for me.’

‘No probs.’ She reached into her bag and slipped a business card into L’s hand. ‘I’m Caro, Caroline, give me a call if you’d like to meet.’

Lucinda looked at the card.

‘Pleased to meet you Caro, I’m Lucinda. She didn’t know whether to shake hands or kiss the girl. Instead she changed the subject, ‘We should be getting back, I guess’

The girl laughed.

‘Sure. Take care.’ She winked as Lucinda squeezed past her.

As the door to the ladies’ loo closed behind her, Lucinda stopped in the corridor and took a deep breath.

Wow. Was that a pick up? She felt a delicious tingle in her loins. Maybe a threesome wasn’t such a bad idea.

Stop it girl! She chided herself.

But, hang on. A few hours ago you were Little Miss Innocent and now you’re you’ve just seen a guy with weights dangling from his willy, a happily married woman having multiple climaxes in public and been standing knickerless in the loo in a BDSM club while flirting with a lesbian!

And you’ve agreed to become a pony girl.

She smiled. Too bloody right I have. Peter was not the only lucky one tonight.

She took a deep breath. Put her hand on the door handle.

Bye, bye innocence, make way for Lucky Lady!

Lucinda was alarmed to find that the events had already restarted.

None of the ponies were left in the room and the two punishment stands had gone. In their place were a set of small jumps and what looked like traffic cones arranged in a pattern.

Charles had noticed Lucinda’s entrance and stopped his delivery.

‘One moment ladies and gentleman, we’ll be ready to start in a minute.’

He folded his arms and looked at her.

‘Bastard!’ thought Lucinda. ‘I’ll show you’

She sent thanks to wherever her deportment mistress, Miss Reid, was today and remembered the mantra she’d drummed into all of her ‘gels’.

‘Shoulders back, waist in, head up, eyes straight ahead, one foot in front of the other and walk, walk, walk...’ with the tap of her cane on the floor.

Lucinda added,

‘...and wiggle your pretty little pony butt.’

She hitched her bag up onto her shoulder, fixed her eyes on Peter and sashayed the length of the room between Charles and the row of tables before him. The thought of all those eyes watching her and the knowledge that her nakedness was covered by the skimpiest of skirts made her tingle with excitement.

As she neared P, Charles turned to commence his announcements and a final wicked thought came to her. She reached into her bag and extracted her panties then let them trickle through her fingers onto the table before Peter as she executed a beautiful turn, sat down and crossed her legs. She smiled sweetly at the dozens of faces watching her and half nodded to Charles with a ‘Pray continue’ look.

‘Thank you’ he said before he could catch himself, and went on to announce some domestic arrangements and details about future meetings.

Peter surreptitiously slipped the panties off the table.

‘What’s got into you?’ he whispered, ‘Are you OK?’

‘I’m great thanks. Is there a problem?’ she batted her eyelashes innocently.

‘Er no, not at all. You seem somehow different. That was a very sexy entrance, you made quite an impression.’

Lucinda grinned and nuzzled his face with her cheek.

‘I’m practising’

Peter kissed her.

‘So you’re sure then?’

‘Absolutely. One hundred percent.’ She added, ‘I was also propositioned by a sweet young thing in the loo.’

‘You’re kidding?’

Lucinda produced the girl’s card from her hand bag and showed him,

‘Her name’s Caroline.’

‘Shit!’ he murmured.

Peter played with her panties.

‘And these?’

Lucinda shrugged, uncrossed her legs and parted her thighs.

‘I forgot to put them on again.’

He looked at the card and then to her,

‘You didn’t?’

She wondered what he was on about then laughed.

‘No!’

She took his wrist, placed his hand up her skirt and whispered to him,

‘Tonight, my precious. This is all yours.’

He gulped and started to stroke her but she firmly removed his hand,

‘Later, lover boy. We have a show to watch’

With that she turned her attention to the arena.

It was the turn of the circus ponies.

They skipped out side by side and executed opposite laps of the arena before coming to rest next to Charles.

‘The jumps and obstacles form a course which has the ponies have to complete. Like their equine counterparts, they compete against the clock and accrue penalty times for any faults. Additional points are awarded or deducted for poise, style and general demeanour.’

The two ponies strutted their stuff and jumped over poles and fences and weaved and turned in the tight space. As they jumped over the fence nearest her, their tiny skirts rose and Lucinda noticed that, like her, they also wore no undergarments but she failed to identify precisely where their chains were attached.

After a ripple of applause, the cross pony was led away and blinkers attached to his partner’s bridle. The grooms then cleared away the jumps and left the cones in a zigzag down the centre of the room.

Charles explained,

‘These particular blinkers completely blindfold the pony.

You notice that she has had her reins attached and it is only via these that she will know where to go. Her trainer will guide her through the course and, in a normal session, reward or punish her appropriately.’

The groom locked her wrists together behind her back in the arms folded pose Lucinda had seen earlier. The girl worked the bit in her mouth until she was satisfied then nodded her head a couple of times.

One of the grooms took up the slack in the reins and clicked his tongue.

Her guided her via the cones and back again until the audience clapped as the course was completed. She was rewarded with words of praise and slapped affectionately on the rump.

Charles went on to explain how the events previously demonstrated worked in a larger arena and outside. The grooms, meanwhile, cleared the area and returned leading Princess and El.

Lucinda was spellbound.

Princess of the Night was on all fours.

Her arms had been extended to form pony-like forelegs complete with hooves that matched her boots. These allowed her to walk in a surprisingly effective way with her tail and head proudly raised, she wiggled her hips and tossed her head as she trotted in.

L, like the rest of the audience, was pleased to see El now resplendent in his naked glory. The attributes that earned him the title of stallion were more than adequate and his thick prick hung languidly between his legs. Again, someone had been liberal with the baby oil and his entire body glistened in the lights.

Although they both wore bridles, neither had a bit nor reins.

The groom pulled their bridles to lead them to opposite ends of the room and left them. Princess slowly wandered about casually ignoring the proceedings and El started to swagger and flex like a wrestler limbering up before a bout.

Charles announced.

‘Thank you for you indulgence tonight. I hope we’ve managed to inform, entertain and intrigue you a little.

‘The final piece is not an event but a reward for our winning stallion from earlier. His prize, if you haven’t already guessed, is to be a stud for the delectable Princess.’

He gestured at her but she merely pawed at a spot on the ground.

‘As you can see, she is not particularly interested. Her stud will have to arouse her heat first and then claim his reward.

‘Ladies and gentlemen....

The crowd cheered and Charles backed off to leave the two magnificent looking ponies alone together.

Princess continued to inspect the floor as El trotted noisily around on the other side of the arena occasionally banging his hooves on the ground and snorting.

The girl swung her head to see what all the noise was about and tossed her long mane in total indifference before turning her back on him. Lucinda noticed that this time, however, she was standing with her rear feet further apart and thrusting her rump back as she swung her hips suggestively.

Her tail swished across the tops of her bare legs and exposed flashes of her sex to him. She was clearly aroused and her inner labia and vulva peeked seductively from between her outer lips. L’s own legs tensed and she pressed herself into her seat as she imagined how that must have felt with the tail fanning a gentle breeze over her sensitive parts.

Princess was not the only one aroused. El’s member slowly filled with blood and hung thick and heavy between his legs as he kept his gaze glued to her rear. He sauntered across the arena his penis and balls swaying from side to side.

As he invaded her space, she snorted and trotted a few steps sway from him then resumed her sexual display and detailed inspection of the ground.

Undaunted, El followed, each time reducing the distance between them as she started to only give a little skip at each approach and arched her back slightly more on every pause. Eventually she stopped and looked back at him.

He pretended not to notice she’d stopped and, instead, he walked straight past her and just bumped her thigh with his hip. She skipped on again and he repeated the action a few more times until she managed to bump him first.

He grinned and rubbed his hip along the side of her body causing her to stagger a little.

Again this was repeated a couple of times and she pushed with her forelegs to hold her ground and turned her head to face him. He stopped halfway along her side, bent his head to her neck and started to nuzzle her.

She dropped her head and rolled her shoulders in pleasure and met his nuzzles with nuzzles of her own. Their nuzzling turned to kisses and licking of each other’s face, neck and ears until he was almost leaning across her back and they were locked in a long passionate kiss.

Still licking and gently nipping her neck and back he worked his hips nearer to her front until he was in line with her shoulders.

He was now fully, and very impressively, erect in the space between them. His glans shone in the light like a small fist in a purple silk glove and the veined foreskin withdrew over his thick shaft. She could not fail to see his arousal and pawed the ground a few times as she swung her hips harder. She slid her feet further apart and gave little thrusts with her rear.

The audience could clearly see every detail of her swollen lips and the dark entrance between them. The smell of her musk reached the stallion and, nostrils flaring, he also started to paw the ground and worked his head towards her hips.

She suddenly jumped and giggled as he nipped a ticklish part of her waist then resumed her inviting pose. He had turned completely and they now stood side by side facing in opposite directions. He slid his tongue down the outside of her thigh until he could place his left palm on the floor to steady himself. He flicked her tail over her hip with his other hand before placing that on the floor. She twisted her fully exposed rump with the little base of her tail sticking proudly out of her anus towards him and rubbed her mane along his lower back and hips.

Lucinda smiled as she counted nine legs.

Now she had stopped her swaying, she slid her forelegs outwards and arched her back like a stretching cat. She held this position and El rubbed his face along her thigh and up towards his prize. He kissed and nipped the sensitive inside of her thigh. She closed her eyes and moaned, her trembling sex only inches above him.

Lucinda was almost moaning too as she felt a corresponding need in her own clitoris.

Infuriatingly, he merely stood up behind her and placed his palms on her cheeks and started to buffet her rump and thighs with the head of his penis as he sought to enter her.

She gave a little squeal of disappointment and skipped forwards a few paces then turned to face him.

It was his turn to act coy now.

He placed his feet apart, stood upright with his back half turned to Lucinda, held his hands behind him and stared into the distance.

The sight of his dimpled buttocks made Lucinda slip her hand under her skirt and start to give herself the relief that Princess had been denied. Her eyes flicked between those tensed muscles and his engorged penis that jutted proudly into the space before him. Lucinda placed a fingertip just above her little button.

Suddenly, she her wrist was gripped and Peter tugged her hand away.

‘Later’ he reminded her with a grin and she pouted.

‘Spoilsport’

‘Pay attention you little hussy,’ he whispered.

Princess peered at El from under her fringe. She frowned and wiggled her rear impatiently.

The audience giggled as she peered at his huge erection and cocked her head to one side. She took a noisy step nearer, stopped and peered again, this time swishing her tail wildly. Liking what she saw, she minced around in front of him then rubbed her head and body along his loins giving his prick a playful tap with her hip as she passed.

He stiffened his jaw, and his erection Lucinda noticed, and continued to stare into space.

Princess frowned again, nudged his glans with her forehead and backed away to watch the reaction. This caused another little giggle then she repeated the action - his expression showed continued indifference, the quivering of his prick suggested otherwise.

Princess trotted around him in a circle, all the time remaining in contact with his body until she stopped and nuzzled his buttocks and hips with her head and cheek. Her tongue flicked at his anus where his tail entered him and he gasped. She grinned and moved around to his balls, letting her hair stroke and caress him there as she licked the base of his shaft.

Her actions were stimulating her as much as him. She locked her legs and thrust her rear backwards with her tail quivering like his erection. The two of them were only paces from the top table and Lucinda could plainly see that the pony girl’s inner lips were as wet and puffy as her own felt.

Princess wiggled her hips around until she presented her rump to the rest of the audience. As she did this, her attention moved up his shaft until she could run her tongue tip around the edge of his glans. He had the grace to groan but still remained impassive. She shrugged, lifted her head, took a deep breath, opened her mouth wide and swallowed a good fifty- percent of his shaft.

Lucinda was amazed she could do that without choking. From her vantage point, Lucinda could see Princess’s throat was filled with his penis and still she eased a little more in.

She looked up at him adoringly and fluttered her eyelashes.

He glanced down then away again, but wore a slight smile.

She moved her head back and allowed her lips to trail saliva along the exposed length in one sloppy, sensuous suck.

She stopped with her lips giving the very tip a little kiss she looked up at him and cocked her head, he met her gaze, put his hands behind his head and thrust slightly. Her eyes lit up and rocked forwards and sank down on his shaft again, this time taking even more of him into her throat.

‘Oh my God!’ Lucinda murmured.

Lucinda tore her eyes away. You could have heard a pin drop. Everyone was riveted to the tableau before them and Lucinda noticed a few hands playing with their partner’s or their own genitals, sometimes both. Recently chastised, Lucinda had to content herself with rubbing her thighs together.

Even with her mouth and throat stuffed, Princess cocked her head again and looked quizzically at her stud. The thought, ‘Hello Mr. President’ flashed through Lucinda’s mind and she suppressed a giggle. El smiled at his mare and nodded before taking a step back.

Princess jumped and turned at the same time landing simultaneously on all four feet. She manoeuvred into a comfortable position, then straightened and locked her legs and arms. She turned and faced him end thrust her inviting sex backwards.

He rolled his hips and positioned himself between her legs, his hands still locked behind his neck. He flexed his knees and buffeted her belly and clitoris again with his penis.

It was Princess’s turn to moan. She dropped her head and tried to meet his thrusting with her own until his entire prick was covered with her juices and the rhythm became more frantic.

Lucinda was transfixed as the couple jousted before her. Princess’s breasts hung in the space below her and bounced and jiggled with each movement, her nipple rings catching the light.

He then started to alternately smack her buttocks with each sway, this further aroused them both and the audience started to clap along with the smacks.

Suddenly he could bear it no longer. He rocked his hips back, parted her labia with his thumbs and sank his entire length to the hilt as he arched his back and thrust upwards.

The crowd cheered and Lucinda was convinced that Princess’s rear feet left the ground as she let out a squeal of delight.

The pony girl regained her balance and sat back on each of his jolting thrusts. The wet sound of their coupling and the slapping of his balls filled the room. The crowd clapped louder with each thrust and some of the spectators rose to their feet calling out words of encouragement... as if they really needed any.

Lucinda couldn’t have stood if she’d tried to. She felt like a jelly and sank further into a hyper-aroused puddle as she fully appreciated why the stallions were rewarded for their stamina.

The guy was unstoppable. He drove into the girl again and again, and really did lift her off the ground such that only her vagina and hands supported her on many occasions. From the sounds of pleasure she emitted in rising and falling waves, Lucinda concluded that she had probably climaxed from the very first penetration and was being held in a state of near continuous orgasm.

Lucinda was very, very jealous.

‘Oh my God!’ she muttered again, ‘This is fucking amazing!’

Peter laughed, amused by the blatantly obvious observation she’d just made.

‘Amazing fucking too, my darling.’

Lucinda found herself joining in the chanting and bit on her knuckle as she also rose unsteadily to her feet.

Suddenly El threw his head and magnificent mane back, gritted his teeth and presented a profile of clenched jaw and utter bliss. His back arched, he lifted her hips towards him and, knees bent, her feet hung trembling in the air as he pumped his semen deep inside her. The crowd let out a huge roar and applauded.

Some bright spark shouted ‘More!’ and everyone laughed as Princess gave an exasperated, dazed look from a tangle of sweat-soaked hair.

The pair held their position until everyone had quietened down and the pair had regained their breath, then Princess sank to her elbows and knees and slid off his gradually deflating shaft.

A few sighs of delight came from the audience and another laugh and ripple of applause followed as a huge dollop of spent semen dripped out of her and splattered on the floor between her ankles.

‘That’ll take some explaining to the caretaker’ thought Lucinda and was absurdly reminded of the joke about Come Dancing.

El smiled and bowed and held out a hand to Princess to help her to her human feet only this time, she rested one fore-hoof on El’s shoulder to steady herself. Then she beamed at the audience, crossed one hoofed foot over the other ankle and gave a little curtsey that caused another milky droplet to hit the floor. The crown applauded wildly again with many more cries of ‘More!’ and ‘Encore!’

Lucinda half expected a little girl dressed in a tutu to appear carrying a huge bouquet of flowers at any moment. Instead Charles appeared like the director of a Corps de Ballet and thanked the pair who bowed/curtsied once more and trotted off hand in hoof.

‘That’s it folks. Thank you once again. I wish you all a safe journey home and look forward to seeing you at the Berkshire Trials. Goodnight’

Lucinda clapped and turned to Peter as the lights came on.

‘Don’t you dare say ‘Well?’’ she warned.

As his mouth opened mutely, she added,

‘You have me. Hook, line and sopping wet sinker. I want that!’ she pointed at where the two had performed, ‘Now!’

He beamed and hugged her to him.

‘Your wish is my command my little Princess.’

She grinned,

‘No. I’ve thought of a name. Lucky Lady. Because I am. I have you.’

‘Aw’ he said and shuffled his feet.

She grinned, hooked her arm into his and snuggled against him.

She noticed he still had her panties in his hands and had twisted them into a thin rope.

She was reminded of her vulnerability and state of arousal,

‘Now’ she said, ‘about these living daylights that demand some serious attention...’

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