PonyGirl - IIa

by Barbie Lee

- For use on SirJeff's Ponygirls, with permission.
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- Barbie Lee is a writer and publisher of fiction and non-fiction. Her stories consist of romance, mystery, fiction, science fiction and more. Her website is at http://www.BarbieLee.com


Chapter 20.

Roger had put most of his life in the drawings and manuscripts piled up near the door. That part of his life was finished. He had gave it his all but the lawsuit Virgina slapped him with had removed his heart. The lawyer Roger had talked to wanted ten thousand up front to take his case and defend him against Scientific Galaxy’s allegations of not honoring a publishing contract with them. Roger was trying to raise the money by selling his home, the missile silo, and his two hundred acre hunk of New Mexico desert. Problem was, not a whole lot of people liked to live away from civilization like Roger did. Consequently the demand for property like his did not make it hot property. It could take months or years before a buyer was found.

Roger pushed open the screen door and walked out to the barn where Pal was eating hay from the manger. Walking up to his old friend, Roger put his arms around his neck and hugged him. "Diane said she would take good care of you. I told her not to give you too much ice cream or you would get fat."

As hard as he tried not to, the tears started trickling out of Roger’s eyes. He didn’t mind losing the house or the farm. What cut his heart out was having to give up Pal. City folks kind of frowned upon someone keeping a horse in their apartment. Besides, horse pets made landlords cranky. And then it really wouldn’t be fair to Pal. The horse had never been penned up or corralled from the first day Roger found him beside his dead mother.

"You paid me too much."

Roger recognized that voice. He wiped the tears from his eyes as he turned to look at Sharra. "No, it was severance pay. If you came back looking for more, I’m afraid the well is dry. I’m having to sell everything to raise money to hire a lawyer."

"You’re selling Pal?" She walked into the barn and stopped beside Roger as she reached out and laid a hand on Pal’s withers.

"No, you don’t sell a friend. I’m giving him to Diane. She will take good care of him. He likes her a lot." Roger sniffed as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand.

"You’ve been crying?" Sharra was looking at Roger’s red eyes.

"I guess. It’s hard to give up a friend. He seemed to understand me better than anyone else." Roger took a deep breath to settle his emotions. "Sharra, you want the PonyGirl rig? You seem to like it and I don’t think anyone else would appreciate it."

"How much you asking for it?" She walked over to the box and opened the lid as she studied the contents.

"Well, I thought I’d give it to you but if you want to make a small donation to my legal fees then that would be appreciated too." Roger walked up beside her and was looking at the rig that had almost put him on the path to a decent living. It was too late to remiss. Lance Price would treat him like a leper now.

Sharra picked up the bridle and held it out toward Roger. "Did you ever try it on?"

Roger tried to fake a shocked look but it looked fake as he scrunched up his face. "I don’t think I would make a good PonyGirl."

Sharra smiled as she held the bridle up to his mouth. "One never knows. If you still have your wisdom teeth then this is really going to be a poor fit."


Chapter 21.

Sharra was leading PonyGirl out of the barn with Pal following faithfully behind. Roger was thinking he must have blacked out when she slipped that bit up into his mouth. He remembered Sharra putting the bit in his mouth. Now he was being led out of the barn, and he was PonyGirl. PonyGirl was more than the rig he was buckled into. Somehow she had changed him into his own PonyGirl. He had…, or rather more accurately; she had breasts with nipple rings, and a nose ring and golden chains. She had long hair cascading down her back, and broad hips. She was almost positive she had female plumbing but the way she was chained up she couldn’t be positive. Well, yes she was positive. She knew she had a ring in a strategic spot between her legs and chains led down to it too. Roger was positive she was either having a realistic dream or he had crossed paths with a witch. She didn’t believe in witches but he didn’t believe in the realism of this dream either.

Sharra led PonyGirl over to the horse walker. The horse walker was a motorized wheel that was on a pole six feet up in the air. The wheel had four, eight-foot horizontal pipe arms extending out from the hub. She looped the reins through one of the eyes at the end of one of the pipes. "Get into a rhythm or you will stumble along."

Roger was still having a hard time believing he was PonyGirl.

Sharra walked over to the front door and flipped a switch. The walker started moving with PonyGirl stumbling along trying to keep up. There were a lot of painful reminders PonyGirl needed to get into a rhythm as she trotted along behind the walker. When she stumbled it made her breasts bounce and that pulled on her nipple rings, and her nose ring, and that other ring Sharra had put in her. If she slipped into trotting with a rhythm then it wasn’t half-bad but if she stumbled it hurt like hell in more ways than one. PonyGirl concentrated on trotting along with a graceful rhythm as much as a dancer or ballerina concentrates on their movements.

With Roger learning her role as PonyGirl, Sharra went to work cleaning up the house. First were the years of Roger’s work he had tossed in a pile by the door. The drawings and manuscripts needed to be put back in order in the study.

As Roger followed the walker, she was horrified to see some people walking out of the desert toward her. She wanted to run and hide but she couldn’t as she followed the walker in a continuous circle, getting a painful reminder to stay in rhythm each time she missed a step.


Chapter 22.

It was Monday and Virgina Loseso was not a happy camper. The company jet had an unexpected recall described by FAR Bulletin 2691A. And this was the week she was flying out to Los Angeles to Book Expo West. Publishers who were real publishers didn’t miss this book expo. It gave them time to check out the competition and to push Scientific Galaxy books.

The pilot was trying to explain if Virgina would stop interrupting him each time he opened his mouth. "Ms. Loseso, we have to pull the left engine and X-ray the engine brackets. The notice from the FAA it is subject to hairline cracks which could possibly lead to the engine breaking off in flight."

She was looking out the window and had her back to him as he was talking. Now she turned around to glare daggers at him. "You said it could fly with one engine. So what’s the problem. That piece of trash does have two engines does it not? You can look it over when we get back from the book fair."

"I’m sorry, Ms. Loseso but it isn’t that simple. When we receive a FAR notice that means the plane is grounded until we comply with the information. If I took that plane up now they would suspend my license."

"Piss on your license. I want you to make sure that plane is together and ready to fly come Friday." She was glaring at him to make him understand there were no negotiations on this.

"You want to fly that plane, then be my guest. I’m not going to lose my license over some tight assed bitch who thinks the world revolves around her."

"How dare you talk to me that way. You’re fired!" Virgina put her fists on her hips.

"You can’t fire me because, I QUIT!" Lynn turned on his heel and walked out, slamming the door behind.

"No respect. They just don’t show any respect any more. It’s the fault of all those democrats who are so liberal and handing everyone a free ride." She keyed her intercom. "Peggy, get me a pilot to fly me out to Book West on Friday. Check the reservations at the Hotel Wisteria."

"Yes, Ms. Loseso." Came back on the intercom.


Chapter 23.

PonyGirl was mortified when the people walking across the desert got close enough she could recognize who they were. It was the Raul, the old Mexican craftsman, only he didn’t really look that old now. And Marcella, the lady who served the meals in the Cantina.

They stopped outside the circle PonyGirl was walking as she dutifully followed the horse walker around and around. Raul pointed to the silver bridle as PonyGirl trotted by. "I do fine work do I not? See how it flashes in the sun."

The woman agreed. "Yes you do. She is a quick learner. See how she moves her hooves to get the right step so she doesn’t jerk?"

Raul nodded. "She is doing good. It is time to try her out on the sulky."

Silently PonyGirl moaned. She was going to find out what Sharra had gone through. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Who or what were these people she had got mixed up with?

The walker stopped as Sharra stepped out of the house. "Marcella, Raul, it’s good to see you. Your help is greatly appreciated."

Marcella laughed as she took PonyGirl’s reins lose and was leading her to the barn. "Wouldn’t have missed it for the world. You have to tell me what you have planned."

PonyGirl was also all ears, as she really wanted to know what they had planned. She hoped somewhere in those plans was a return for Roger.

"I’ll tell you later after you take her for a ride." Sharra was walking along side Marcella as the group headed toward the barn.

In the barn, Sharra slipped the leather corset on PonyGirl and cinched it up. PonyGirl was positive she knew what toothpaste felt like when someone squeezed it in the middle of the tube. When Raul pulled the sulky up and snapped the rails into the locks on each side of the corset, PonyGirl realized what they expected of her. She decided enough was enough, she didn’t like this game any longer and she wasn’t going to pull anyone along in a sulky.

Marcella climbed up in the seat and put her feet in the rail stirrups. Sharra looped the reins back over PonyGirls shoulders and handed them to Marcella. "Give her a breather at the gate before you head back."

"Okay, I’ll see you when you get back from town." Marcella shook the reins urging PonyGirl to go.

PonyGirl wasn’t in any mood to go so she stood there.

Marcella glanced over at Sharra who shrugged her shoulders. Marcella shook the reins again. "PonyGirl giddy up."

PonyGirl stood there in defiance, she had no intention of trotting down to the missile site and back.

"As you like." Marcella picked up the whip and snapped PonyGirl on her ass with a crack of the whip.

PonyGirl understood one thing very clearly. She didn’t want to feel the sting of a whip on such a tender spot, ever again. She trotted out of the barn and down the driveway toward the road, pulling Marcella and the sulky. Soon her steel horseshoes were ringing out a staccato rhythm on the pavement as PonyGirl headed toward the silo a mile down the highway.


Chapter 24.

Friday morning at nine a.m. Virgina and three of the board members were in the company jet headed to Los Angeles. It was a boring flight for the first two hours. Then things started going wrong in a hurry. A large front with thunderstorms had formed ahead of them. Normally they would climb up to forty thousand feet and fly over but the port engine was losing power.

"Houston, this is Alpha Paul Jake Nickel requesting a flight path around the thunderstorms." Ben was getting worried. With that number one engine losing power and the storms up ahead he was considering looking for an airport to set it down.

"Miss Loseso, we need to put this plane down. I don’t think Los Angeles is an option at this time." He turned to talk over his shoulder to the lady who hired him.

"That’s Ms. Loseso, you idiot. I don’t care if you carry this plane into Los Angeles. If you want to get paid then you keep flying." Came from the back of the jet.

"Ma’am, I don’t think you quite see the whole picture…,"

"The only one here who doesn’t see the whole picture is you. Land this plane in Los Angeles or you aren’t getting paid." She retorted.

"Yes ma’am." Ben was sure he wanted to be paid.

"Houston, Alpha Paul Jake Nickel is deviating south around the thunderstorm." Ben banked the little jet to the left and lost a little more altitude. That port engine was really beginning to lose power.

They ran right straight into a rain squall. Ben was flying instruments now and still losing altitude. Normally a rain squall would only last a few minutes more or less as they flew through it. This one kept on and on, and on, and...,

"Houston, Alpha Paul Jake Nickel, we have a serious problem here. We are losing altitude and our port engine. Hello Houston? Houston?" Ben had lost the radios too. His heart climbed up in his throat. Things never quit on a plane by themselves. Usually the whole instrument panel would start dying when one thing went south.

"May Day, May Day, May Day, this is Alpha, Paul, Jake, Nickel, declaring an emergency. May Day, May Day." The port engine flamed out and Ben wanted to bail out. There was a wee problem. There were no parachutes on board.

Suddenly the bottom fell out and the altimeter started unwinding thousands of feet per second. Ben pushed the starboard engine to maximum and pulled back gently on the yoke. They were caught in a down draft under the thunderstorm. If he had both engines and full power it would have been a non-event. Now he had to make sure he didn’t stall out by pulling back too much.

"Oh shit!" He was looking at trees and hills as the plane fell out from under the thunderstorm.

The little jet leveled out just before they pancaked into the trees. By the slimmest of margins, Ben managed to pull the jet over the mountain ridge right in front of them. The starboard engine was overheating at maximum thrust.

Past the mountain ridge, Ben saw a clearing and an airport. It would be tight but it was their only chance. He aimed for it. It was a runway with a couple hangars over to the side. A private runway for sure. Ben put it down and managed to taxi back to one of the hangars before he shut down the starboard engine.


Chapter 25.

"This isn’t Los Angeles. Where is this? I said Los Angeles. I demand you get us back in the air and fly this piece of crap to Los Angeles." Virgina was looking out her window at an unfamiliar airport.

Ben rose out of his seat, walked back to the cabin door, opened the door, stepped off the jet and kissed the tarmac. "I’m gonna strangle that woman."

The hanger door in front of him rose up and a curvaceous redhead dressed in tan slacks and tan blouse walked up to an OMAC sitting inside. She started walking around the jet taking off the flags and shields that kept the bugs and things out of the vents.

"Miss, excuse me." Ben walked over to where she was inspecting the jet.

The attractive redhead had her hand on the landing door before she turned to look at him. Her emerald green eyes were stunning. "Yes?"

"Is there a phone around here? I need to call in an emergency landing." Ben wondered why she wasn’t interested in his plane sitting on her airport?

She pointed to her right. "About three miles up that road is a logging company. They have a phone."

"Three miles? There isn’t one around the hangar or something?" He couldn’t believe there was no phone in one of the hangars.

"Don’t you have a cell phone?" She looked up at the rest of the people who had come off the airplane, three men and a woman.

Virgina shook her head. "Damn cells don’t seem to be working. I guess the storms have messed them up or something."

"Three miles up that way is a phone." The redhead in the tan slacks pointed again.

Virgina looked at the OMAC. "Are you flying out? Where you headed?"

"Los Angeles, why?" The woman turned her attention to the group.

"Our plane has obviously quit. Can you take us with you? I’m headed to a meeting there." Virgina couldn’t believe her good fortune at finding someone going where they were headed.

"No. I have a full load already. You would overload me. Sorry, no can do." The woman stepped up to the side of the OMAC.

Virgina stepped up beside the woman and grabbed her arm. "Listen I need to get to Los Angeles." Actually, Virgina didn’t really care about Los Angeles, she only wanted out of this little nowhere hole they had landed in. The men could stay here until help arrived, or didn’t arrive. She didn’t care.

The woman hesitated. "Just you?"

"Yes."

"Climb in up front. I’m set up for cargo not people. I only have the pilot and copilot seats on this bird." The woman waited for Virgina to climb into the plane before she followed her on and closed the landing door.

The men didn’t complain as they watched the little OMAC taxi out and take off with Virgina on board. They felt overjoyed they had finally found a little separation from the cruel bitch.


Chapter 26.

As the jet climbed for altitude, the woman looked over at Virgina. "I’m Donna, what’s your handle?"

Virgina looked at the pilot. "I’m Virgina Loseso, with no i before the a. V-i-r-g-i-n-a. You may address me as Ms. Loseso."

Donna nodded over her shoulder. "What about your friends back there?"

"Friends? They aren’t my friends. Just a bunch of men. They can stay there for all I care. I’ll dock those two for not showing up at the book fair. That stupid pilot can wait till hell freezes over before he gets paid for getting us in that mess. I’ll sue his ass for any damages to the plane." Virgina smiled as she thought about all the pain a lawsuit would inflict on that pilot.

Donna nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan. I have to drop into New Mexico to dump some cargo. You know anyone there?"

Virgina shook her head. "No. Some wannabe writer lives someplace in New Mexico."

"What’s his name?" Morgan pulled up her landing checklist and was going down it.

"I don’t remem…, yes, it was Roger something or another. Stopped by my company trying to sell me some shitty story about a woman turned into a draft horse. Made me sick to listen to such drivel, but he won’t be writing any more. Men are sick."

Donna eased the throttles back and the little OMAC started losing altitude. "I take it you bought his story and don’t intend to publish?"

Virgina cackled as she thought about it. "No, I heard via the publishers grapevine Lance Price offered him a contract. I slapped his ass with a lawsuit for trying to sell the story."

"You didn’t buy his story but you are suing him? What did he do?" Donna lined the OMAC up with a dirt runway in the middle of the desert.

"He wrote a bad story with women as objects of subjugation. I’ll keep him in court and he’ll die of old age before he gets the chance to sell any of his ideas. He’ll learn women are superior to men in every respect." Virgina had to laugh as she thought of the irony of it. A male lawyer suing a male writer because she had the money and the power to make it happen. Men were stupid.

The little OMAC settled down on the dirt runway kicking up a cloud of dirt and sending dust devils scurrying off into the desert. Donna taxied down to the end of the runway and killed the engines. "This is going to take a little while. This plane is going to feel like an oven in a few minutes with the desert sun cooking the metal. You might want to step outside while I take care of this delivery."

"Okay, I guess." Virgina slid out of her seat and followed Donna off the jet.

Virgina had stepped out of the jet and was standing beside the plane. A hand came over her shoulder and someone put an arm lock on her neck pulling her over backwards. When she opened her mouth to scream, something was slipped inside.

"I hope this works out for you. That woman has a real grudge against the world and men in particular." Donna was looking at Sharra and then down at PonyGirl lying unconscious on the ground.

Sharra put her fingers in her mouth and whistled. Raul came driving up with Roger’s jeep. They picked up the unconscious PonyGirl and put her in the back. Sharra hesitated before she climbed into the jeep with Raul. "Thanks, Donna."

Donna tilted her head in acknowledgement. "I don’t disagree with you, Sharra. After talking to her on the plane, I would have asked Morgan to do something to her if you weren’t already working on it. She could have lived out the rest of her life as the object she hates. If your methods don’t work, let me know and I’ll do my thing. I think I’ll ride along with you to see how this works out if you don’t mind."


Chapter 27.

Virgina awoke feeling strange. She tried to lick her lips. There was something in her mouth, it was big and it tasted metallic. As she focused her eyes there was a man looking down at her. "Buenos Dias"

Virgina wanted to tell him to get lost but that thing in her mouth wouldn’t let her form words. "Mmm..."

He smiled knowingly. "I know. It’s time for you to go to work."

‘Fuck off’ was in her mind but not in her vocabulary. She tried to get up but couldn’t. Every time she tried to get her hands in position to push herself up she painfully pulled on tender areas of her breasts or between her legs.

Sharra walked up to Virgina’s right as Raul stepped to her left. They lifted Virgina up and stood her on her feet. Or rather stood her on PonyGirl hooves. Sharra gathered up the reins and started to lead PonyGirl to the barn. Virgina refused to budge. She had no idea what they had done to her but she was determined not to co-operate. When Sharra pulled on the reins Virgina felt a sharp pain in her tongue.

Sharra gave her some slack as she looked back at PonyGirl. "Let me explain something to you. That is a bridle you have in your mouth. The bridle has a spade bit. It’s a cruel bit as it digs into the mouth if the reins are pulled. I thought you might enjoy a little bit of pain since you seem to be so free with passing it out to others. Roger Tanner brought to your publishing company a manuscript and you turned him down. That part was up to you. What brought you to the place where you are now PonyGirl is the lawsuit you slapped on him when you thought another publishing company was going to publish his manuscript. You did that out of pure evil and nothing else."

Sharra pulled on the reins and Virgina refused to budge. "I’m going to give you a hint. Like it or not, you are PonyGirl and if she is destroyed then that’s your life too. Either adjust your attitude or it’s going to be one miserable life you managed to drag yourself into."

Sharra gave a sharp yank on the reins. PonyGirl stumbled forward as the bit dug into her mouth. As she followed reluctantly along, she was enjoying a thought. She would have all these people thrown in prison. Sharra stopped PonyGirl in front of a sulky. Raul and Sharra picked up the rails and locked the rails to the latches on the sides of her leather corset.

If PonyGirl could have laughed she would have. If these people thought she was going to pull that thing then they were sadly mistaken. Marcella climbed up in the seat and put her feet into the rail stirrups. "We will walk since you aren’t trained yet. Let’s go." Marcella shook the reins.

PonyGirl stood there. These people were not going to use her like a beast of burden. Screw them, she wouldn’t co-operate with these people. They could go find a man to do this PonyGirl crap.

Marcella picked up the whip. "As you wish."

There was a crack. PonyGirl felt her bare ass burning and a sharp pain. She jumped but still refused to go. There was another crack and she jumped again as her buttox was beginning to burn. It was the fourth sting of the whip when PonyGirl decided the lesser of the two evils was moving rather than standing there and being whipped. PonyGirl stumbled a lot as she walked out to the highway. Walking with hooves was not natural to her.

Sharra watched with Raul as Pony Girl walked out to the road and headed off down the deserted highway with Marcella at the reins. Sharra shook her head as she looked over at Raul. "Think I made a mistake? That woman has a lot of hate inside her. She may not change."

Raul reached over and took Sharra’s hand. He turned her so she had to look at him. "You are human. Humans make mistakes. Gods make mistakes too. Marcella has lived many many centuries and she has handled humans like Virgina before. What happens is up to Virgina. She either sees the error of her ways or she will be filled with more hate until it consumes her."

Raul gave Sharra a wink as a smile spread across his face. "Did Roger enjoy his four days of training as she learned how to be a PonyGirl?"

Sharra laughed as she pulled on Raul’s hand to lead him to the house. "Let’s go ask him, shall we?"


Chapter 28.

Ben was trying to explain to the FAA inspector why they had made an emergency landing and why one of his passengers had left after that landing. "What do you mean there was no jet with those aircraft numbers? Virgina flew out of here with the pilot on a private jet."

"Mr. Calder, let me go through this by the numbers one more time. The Lear you flew in here was grounded due to a FAR restriction placed on it. I don’t understand why it wasn’t tagged unairworthy back in New York. The OMAC you say Miss Loseso flew out on does not exist in our database. They didn’t file a flight plan and it never landed in Los Angeles or any controlled airport in the US. We have no idea where it went. It’s as if it never existed. Can you describe the pilot to me again?"

"Sure. She was about five six or seven, Caucasian, green eyes, red hair, shoulder length, and a lot of curves on a tight body. In short, a damn beautiful woman." Ben smiled as he was picturing the pilot in his mind.




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