PonyGirl - IIb

by Barbie Lee

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Chapter 29.

Virgina was in pain. Pain like she had never felt before. She was sure all of these people would pay dearly for that pain after they turned her lose and she contacted the law. There was a minor problem at the moment. They hadn’t turned her lose. Virgina was positive they couldn’t keep her harnessed up as a beast forever.

Marcella led Virgina back into the barn before she slipped the hobbles on her ankles. "Horses sleep standing up. We’ll go for another run in a couple hours. Until then, use the time any way you want."

Roger was questioning Sharra as Marcella walked into the house. "She won’t change. How long you plan on treating her as PonyGirl?"

Sharra shrugged her shoulders. "That’s up to Virgina. If she understands what it is like to be mistreated like she treats everyone else then it could end right now. If she doesn’t figure it out in four days then she’s not going to like the results."

"What do you mean? You aren’t going to kill her? Surely you can’t be thinking along those lines?" Roger was showing emotional shock as he thought of the idea.

Marcella laughed as she glanced over at Sharra. "Four days is the limit one can wear the PonyGirl rig and not become PonyGirl."

"You mean….," Roger didn’t finish it was so unbelievable.

"Exactly. With or without the rig, Virgina will be PonyGirl for the rest of her life if she wears it longer than four days." Marcella was smiling.

His eyes rapidly blinking, Roger was counting in his mind. "But I was PonyGirl for four days and…," He took a quick look at his feet to make sure he didn’t have hooves.

"No you weren’t. You were PonyGirl for three days and twenty-three hours. You were supposed to get the feel for PonyGirl not become PonyGirl." Sharra leaned up against the door frame as she studied Roger.

"You mean if you had left me in that outfit for another hour I would….,"

Sharra nodded. "Yes you would have. Pal would have been more than a friend."

Roger felt faint. "You can’t be serious?"

"Oh? Want to bet?" A smile spread across Marcella’s face.

"You wouldn’t do that to Virgina would you? I admit the woman is a bitch but that’s a little much." Roger was still in shock.

Marcella walked over and picked up one of Roger’s PonyGirl drawings of Sharra. "It’s not up to us. Virgina either decides it is wrong to hurt people because she has the money and power to do it, or she ends up in a position where she can’t hurt people. It’s her choice."

"Surely you can’t keep PonyGirl away from the public? What if she escapes or if she’s seen by some hiker or…,"

Marcella turned Roger’s drawing so he could see it. "What will PonyGirl do if she runs away? Four days she loses her voice and can only whinny like any horse. She will be a novelty for the circus or a scientific curiosity."

Roger found a chair before he fell down. "It’s all my fault. I didn’t mean for it to be like this."

"It’s not your fault. Stop blaming yourself for another person’s evil ways. Virgina brought this on herself and she can end it just as easily." Marcella laid Roger’s drawing down on the table as she walked across the floor to stand behind him.

"No, it is my fault and I can’t go on with this. I’m going to turn her lose even if she threatens to file charges against me and send me to prison." Roger was rising out of his chair to carry out his plans.

"I figured you would feel that way." Marcella reached up and grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked his head back.

When Roger felt his hair being yanked off his head he did the normal thing anyone would do. He started to shout. Something shoved up in his mouth stopped his voice before it got out.


Chapter 30.

Roger was helpless. He knew the feelings as Marcella tightened the straps and chains holding the bit in his mouth. He also knew what was coming next. He didn’t believe what was happening to him the first time Sharra had talked him into placing the bit in his mouth. After most of four days experiencing his own creation as PonyGirl he knew he wasn’t dreaming and it wasn’t a figment of his imagination. In some way the bridle changed him back into PonyGirl again.

Her abundant, long auburn hair hung down past her flanks. Her black leather harness was fastened with gold buckles and gold chains. She didn’t need a leather corset to pull in her impossibly small waist.

Sharra held up a gold metal belt for PonyGirl to see. "Twelve inches. Want to try it on?"

The belt easily slipped around PonyGirl’s waist and Sharra buckled it up. "What do you know, it fits perfectly."

PonyGirl looked down. The gold belt was fastened around her impossibly tiny waist. It was her wide hips flaring out under the belt that made it look smaller if that was possible.

Marcella lifted up PonyGirl’s right leg before sliding her foot into the horse hoof sandal. Then it was the left foot. PonyGirl knew they would fall off before she took her first step. She was now standing on her toes or those PonyGirl hooves with the metal horseshoes. Marcella slipped silver hobbles around PonyGirl’s ankles.

Sharra held up a huge golden lace cup with intricate silver inlaid design work. PonyGirl shook her head and her chains jingled. She knew what Sharra was going to do. She wasn’t wrong. Sharra slid the golden lace cup up on PonyGirl’s left breast. Sharra pulled PonyGirl’s nipple through the bell hole in the bottom of the cup. As Sharra was pulling on the nipple and pushing the gold cup back, Marcella slipped a nipple ring vertically through the base of PonyGirl’s nipple, locking the gold breast cup onto PonyGirl’s left breast.

PonyGirl wanted to tell them it hurt like hell but the bridle kept her from talking. She also wanted to protest when Sharra held up a gold lace cup and reached for PonyGirl’s right breast. It was a repeat and PonyGirl was in serious pain for several minutes until it numbed out. She wanted to tell them she didn’t want to be PonyGirl but it was impossible.

"Give me your left hand." Sharra stepped over to the left of PonyGirl as she spoke.

PonyGirl didn’t want to give her left hand to Sharra. It was impossible to refuse as she held up her left hand. Sharra snapped a gold bracelet on PonyGirl’s left wrist and then chained it to her left nipple ring as Marcella did the same with the right hand.


Chapter 31.

Sharra squatted down and removed the hobbles. "Come on PonyGirl, let’s go out to the barn and hitch you up. I want to go ridding." Sharra took the reins and gave a gentle pull.

PonyGirl knew it would be useless to resist. That bit had a mean way of reminding her who was master and who was PonyGirl. As PonyGirl followed obediently along after Sharra she was surprised she didn’t step out of her hooves. She didn’t think they would stay on her feet since they weren’t laced on.

Marcella was following along behind PonyGirl playing with her long hair. Every now and then PonyGirl could feel Marcella gently pull on it. In an odd way it felt good. She liked the fondling or touching.

As the group walked into the barn, PonyGirl was surprised to see Virgina still in her PonyGirl rig. When Marcella slipped the bit into her mouth, she was thinking it was the bridle she had made in Mexico. There were obviously two PonyGirl bridles. The other surprise was the golden sulky, inlaid with the intricate silver patterns, Raul pulled into the barn.

Sharra backed PonyGirl up to the golden sulky. Raul picked up the rails and pushed them into sides of the golden belt PonyGirl had around her waist. There was a snick as pins or locks slid home. Raul knelt down and put the hobbles on PonyGirl.

As she straightened the auburn mane down PonyGirl’s back, Sharra shook her head. "Marcella, if you had made it any longer she would be stepping on it. It’s down to her ankles now."

"I know. I like it. What do you think?" Marcella smiled at her handiwork.

Now PonyGirl understood what Marcella was doing when she was gently tugging on her hair. She was making it longer each time.

Sharra stopped and turned to look at Virgina. "This is PonyGirl. She didn’t always look like this. She used to look like any normal person until she displeased us. The bridle you are wearing is having the same effect on you as what the bridle had on this PonyGirl. After four days you will change into a real PonyGirl just as this one has."

Roger’s heart leapt up into her throat as she tried to look down at her hooves. It wasn’t possible to look past her huge breasts encased in those gold cups. So that was why the sandal hooves didn’t fall off. She was permanently PonyGirl now with real hooves instead of feet. She had been trapped as a PonyGirl for more than the extra hour it took to push her past the four days for the change to become permanent.

Sharra smiled as she put her hands on her hips. "However we aren’t without compassion or sense of fair play. There are certain games we will play. If you do well then we will allow you to return to your world."

Virgina wanted to scream she would never play their games. She wanted to scream all of them were going to prison for what they were doing to her. She could only helplessly watch as Sharra, Marcella, and Raul, walked out of the barn leaving her and that other hideous creature alone with that foul smelling black horse. As she was thinking of the black horse he walked over and nuzzled around the other creature they called PonyGirl.

Roger stood there knowing Pal knew who she was. He wished he could tell Virgina he was sorry for getting her into this mess. He had no idea who or what he was dealing with but he was sure of one thing. He was going to die and he would die as PonyGirl. She seemed like such a good idea when it was in his imagination and on paper. Now he was positive he was paying for his sins of thinking of such an idea.


Chapter 32.

Marcella and Sharra walked back into the barn. Marcella was wearing a skin tight, metallic blue halter-top and matching short shorts. Her black boots were five inch spiked heels with spurs. Her black hair was pulled up into a ponytail.

Virgina was wishing Marcella had the bridle in her mouth. She waited as Marcella squatted down and removed the hobbles. Virgina tried to bolt for the door. It wasn’t to be as Marcella grabbed the reins and yanked. Virgina came up short as the bit dug into her mouth.

"That shows spirit. You’ll need it before the race is over." Marcella climbed up into the sulky and put her feet in the stirrups on the rails.

Sharra did the same with PonyGirl. Roger had also thought about making a run for it but she had no where to go. And who would believe it was she as PonyGirl? She patiently waited as Sharra settled down into the seat on the sulky and put her feet up into the stirrups on the rails.

Sharra shook the reins. "Let’s go PonyGirl."

Obediently PonyGirl trotted out of the barn in her gold and silver harness pulling the gold and silver sulky. Her chains tinkling and her steel horseshoes pounding a rhythm as she trotted out to the highway.

Marcella shook the reins. "Let’s go."

Virgina refused to budge. She had enough of that nonsense earlier. If they thought she was trotting her naked ass down the highway and back again they could just forget it.

There was a snap and Virgina felt the sting of the whip on her rump. She jumped but didn’t trot out. She hesitated too long and there was a second snap and the sharp sting of the whip on her bare ass. She didn’t want to feel the bite of a third whipping.

As she started walking, Marcella shook the reins and the whip bit Virgina again. "Giddy up. You trot. PonyGirls don’t walk. They prance or trot. Right now you trot. I’ll teach you to prance later."

Virgina was wishing she had that whip in her own hands. She would show that bitch how bad that hurt. Virgina broke into a trot out to the highway as her hooves rang on the driveway.

Marcella pulled her up to a stop beside Sharra’s sulky. "Here’s the game. We race to the gate at the end of the highway and back. The winner gets two points. The loser nothing. We will have two races a day for points. If either of you reach eight points before three days are up then we will set you free. Of course there aren’t enough points for both of you to win. It’s possible neither may earn enough points to be turned loose."

Roger was thinking, a lot of good it would do to turn her loose. Where could she go or what could she do? She was PonyGirl with a mane and hooves. She wasn’t really sorry for the tiny little waist she had. And those wide hips of hers were kind of sexy. Even her huge breasts were okay except when she was trotting or prancing. At those times they bounced with a constant reminder how big they were. Even when she pushed up with her wrists, where they were locked on to the nipples, didn’t stop the bouncing.

Sharra picked up the whip. "Oh, there are rules to this race. PonyGirls only trot or prance. There is no running. If you run, you will be automatically disqualified and the other team will win by default."


Chapter 33.

Raul walked up in front of the PonyGirls. "Get ready, set, go."

Virgina felt the sting of the whip on her rump but this time she didn’t need any encouragement. She was determined it was going to be her who won this stupid race and all the other races. When she was free she would come back with a hundred marshals and have all these lunatics thrown in prison.

Virgina wanted to run but Marcella kept yanking back on the reins as she called out to her. "Trot, you can’t run. Trot PonyGirl. Trot."

At first it was an even race but Roger had four days of earlier practice as PonyGirl. She settled down into a steady rhythm as her steel horseshoes rang out a tempo on the deserted highway. Her wide hips rolled with each step. Her long legs moving with the grace and rhythm of a dancer as she easily set a distance eating pace. This was the PonyGirl of Roger’s imagination.

Virgina’s pace was neither graceful nor did it have a tempo to it. She stumbled at times throwing her off her gait. She was getting further and further behind PonyGirl and she wanted to run. It was as if Marcella could sense it before Virgina could put it into action. Marcella would yank back on the reins and yell. "Trot or prance, if you run you are disqualified."

Sharra and PonyGirl were several blocks ahead by the time they reached the gate and turned around. As they headed back toward the finish Virgina thought about pulling over in front of them and wrecking their sulky. Of course she wouldn’t win but neither would that damn creature pulling the golden sulky. They were headed down the highway toward one another. Before Virgina could put her plan into action, Marcella reined her over to the right before she could step in front of the other sulky.

Virgina felt the sting of the whip on her rump. "Trot. We have a race to finish."

There was no way she was going to win this race. Virgina dropped into a walk and felt the sting of the whip.

"No quitting. We finish what we start. Trot, PonyGirl."

Hate was no longer in Virgina’s vocabulary. She was way beyond hate for what she felt toward these women who were abusing her as a beast of burden. She was going to get her hand on a gun and kill both of them. Let the law go to hell. It was her right to kill them.

Again the sting of the whip and Virgina’s tired legs tried to get back into a trot as her hooves were pounding the highway rather than trotting on it.

They were almost a half-mile behind when Sharra and PonyGirl crossed the finish line. Virgina wanted to quit but Marcella wouldn’t let her. That whip was a constant reminder to Virgina she was supposed to trot. When Marcella and Virgina finally pulled into the barn, Virgina wanted to die she was so tired. It wasn’t to be as Marcella led her out into the yard and hosed her down.

"You did good. It will be a full moon tonight and we will race again at two. The air will be a lot cooler." She led Marcella back into the barn and unhooked her from the sulky after slipping the hobbles on her ankles. Marcella picked up a brush and started brushing Virgina’s hair. Virgina thought it felt great. She never remembered it feeling like this at the beauty saloon.

"Don’t you think it’s full enough and long enough?" Sharra was leading PonyGirl back into the barn after washing her down and brushing her.

"It should be long if you won’t let me give them a proper tail." Marcella admired Virgina’s long golden mane cascading down to her ankles.

"A tail wasn’t in any of the sketches." Sharra stooped down and placed hobbles on her PonyGirl before she unhooked her from the sulky. "Next time don’t run. You had the race won if you hadn’t run those last few steps."

Virgina looked up sharply at her competition. The creature ran? That meant the two points were hers.

Raul walked into the barn carrying some bowls. "Food and water." He walked over and set the bowls down in a wood trough.

Marcella pointed over to the bowls. The food is steamed oats. You figure out how to eat it with the bridle in your mouth or you go hungry. Water is the same. You manage with the bridle or go thirsty.

Virgina was dying of thirst but there was no way she was going to slurp water out of a bowl like some dog. She watched as PonyGirl took tiny mincing steps over to the trough and lowered her head. What she heard was nauseating. The pitiful creature was actually slurping up water as she worked it past her bridle. It was pathetic. It didn’t take long before Virgina could no longer stand it. She had to have a drink. She hobbled over to the trough, bent over and put her face into the water bowl as she sucked water into her mouth. It was pure heaven as the water wetted her parched tongue.


Chapter 34.

Virgina awoke with someone doing something with her hair before hooking her up to the sulky. She had no idea how she could have fallen asleep standing up. Obviously she had. The woman had put bands around Virgina’s long golden mane. It was now a long ponytail.

She laid it over Virgina’s left shoulder and pulled it down between her breasts. "Until you are trained, your mane would be in the way protecting your rump from the whip. When you learn to obey without the need of a whip then you may wear it down your back like a proper PonyGirl."

The red haired woman removed Virgina’s hobbles before she climbed into the sulky. "You’ll be too sore and stiff to trot. Prance until you loosen up. That means you pick your legs up as high as you can with each step. It’s a lot like running in place." The woman climbed into the sulky and slapped the reins. "Prance, Virgina."

Virgina was in no mood to walk, trot, or prance for these cruel people. The crack of the whip on her rump made her jump. She leaned into the harness and lurched forward. Her head was yanked back with a sharp tug on the reins as the whip bit into her rump again.

"I said prance. No walking, no trotting, no running. Especially no walking or running. PonyGirls never walk or run. PonyGirls only trot or prance. Now pick those hooves up and bring your knees all the way up as you prance for me. Make your chains jingle with each step." There was a sharp crack and again Virgina’s driver laid the whip on her rump.

Virgina put half her heart into what was expected as she stumbled out of the barn. There was the sharp crack of the whip and her butt was stinging. She lifted her legs up a little higher with each step. Again there was the crack and the sting. It took many whippings before Virgina had her legs lifting high enough with each step to please her trainer. She was also having to put an extra bounce in each step to make her chains jingle loud enough to please her driver. On the highway behind her she heard the clop of steel horseshoes ringing on the pavement. Obviously they had that other creature doing the same thing they were making her do.

Virgina pranced the mile down to the gate. Every time she broke out of rhythm or wasn’t lifting her legs high enough she felt a painful reminder on her rump to put everything she had into lifting her legs and prancing. When she was reined around at the gate she saw PonyGirl prancing toward them. PonyGirl was lifting her long legs impossibly high with each step as her hooves rang an even tempo on the pavement. Her long mane was flowing out behind her back as it rippled in the light air with each step. Her breasts were bouncing, the moonlight reflected off the golden cups. Her golden bridle and chains flashed moonbeams as they tinkled with each prancing step. The golden sulky looked as if a spotlight had been focused on it as it sparkled in the moonlight. For the briefest measurements in time, Virgina wished she could look as beautiful. Then the hate set back in. She hated this whole idea of PonyGirl.

When they had returned back to the driveway leading to the barn, Virgina started to turn in. She was reined back onto the highway.

"Not yet. You need more practice. Keep going." Donna reined Virgina on the highway heading the other direction.

Virgina dropped down into a walk. She was tired of this shit. The crack and sting of the whip reminded her who was in charge. "Prance. You are a PonyGirl."

Virgina had no idea how far she pranced before the bitch driving was satisfied and let her prance back to the house. At the house, Donna hosed down Virgina before leading her out to the walker. Donna clipped a chain to the walker and to Virgina’s bridle. "Remember to prance not walk. If you walk you will feel the sting of my whip. PonyGirls don’t walk and they don’t run. They prance or trot."

Sharra flipped the switch in the house and the walker started moving. Virgina thought her legs were going to fall off as she pranced in a circle following the horse walker. Every time she dropped back into a walk, she felt the sting of the whip on her rump. Virgina had no idea when or how she made it back to the barn. She was too numb to care any longer. The only thing she could remember was the water. She drank noisily as she slurped water past her bridle. She was finally mastering the art of working her tongue around the bit so she could drink.


Chapter 35.

"I thought we had decided no tail."

Virgina was standing as she awoke. Marcella and Sharra were standing beside PonyGirl. The pitiful creature was staring back at Virgina with fear in her eyes.

"No, you had decided no tail. I think she looks more proper now." Marcella took the reins and led PonyGirl over to the golden sulky.

They had parted the creature’s abundant, auburn mane and pulled it forward over her shoulders. Virgina’s eyes were almost out of her head as she stared at the creature. She had a beautiful auburn horsetail attached where people normally say they hurt their tailbone. It arched up behind her back before spreading out into a beautiful full auburn horsetail. It was over a foot too long and dragged the ground when it wasn’t swishing back and forth. It seemed the creature could stop it from swishing if she tried real hard. It had a mind of it’s own and immediately began swishing from side to side as she walked or even when she was standing still. With each swish of PonyGirl’s tail her hips swayed in the opposite direction. Her tail was constantly swishing and her hips were constantly swaying from side to side. PonyGirl could stop her tail swishing if she concentrated hard enough but it took effort. She could also tuck her tail down between her legs if she concentrated real hard. When she tucked her tail over four feet of it trailed on the ground. As they backed PonyGirl up to the golden sulky, Virgina knew PonyGirl would step on her own tail but it swished out of the way as she stepped back.

"PonyGirls need a proper tail don’t you think? Would you like one?" Marcella walked over to where Virgina was standing. Virgina’s eyes were showing fear. Virgina knew she didn’t want a horsetail under any circumstances. She rapidly shook her head no and her chains jangled.

"I think you need a horsetail to match your mane and those boots you are wearing for hooves aren’t right. You should have real hooves."

Virgina’s eyes were two eye whites of fear. After looking at that other creature, she was positive these witches could turn her into a permanent PonyGirl. She felt faint at the prospect.

"Marcella." Sharra pointed her finger.

"Okay, but I still think she would look better." Marcella knelt down and took the hobbles off Virgina before leading her over to the sulky and hooking her up. She stepped over the rail and slid up into the seat before putting her feet into the stirrups.

"Prance out to the highway."

Virgina felt the sting of the whip on her rump but she didn’t mind. At least she wasn’t swishing a tail. She picked up her legs and pranced out to the highway pulling the sulky. Marcella reined her in headed away from the gate.

PonyGirl pranced up beside them, her long mane flowing, her beautiful auburn tail swishing side to side, and her hips swaying.

"There is a flag planted two miles down. We race down and back. PonyGirls trot. If they run they are disqualified." Marcella was pulling back on the reins to keep Virgina from jumping ahead.




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