A Spirited Heart

by DrkKnight

 - for use on SirJeff's Ponygirls.
- with an illustration by BP.
- do not use without the author's permission.


Hooves are heard in the distance but the gait is not the usual four legged kind. The heart of a pony girl is the sound that is heard, two hooves beating in rhythm with a proud heart and head held high. The trainer wears a smile of pride as he rides in the cart, reins held firmly in hand.The well cared for bit being chomped by pearly whites, the pony eager to go ever faster even though her Master holds her gait steady. Her mane blown back, her chin stuck out, teeth grinding on the steel in her mouth.


Leather hisses through the air as the lash lands upon her sleek back even though she needs no prompting to increase her gait to a full gallop. The whip is more of a sensual touch between pony and Master, letting her know that he is always there and that he is proud of her as her lithe muscles ripple down her hind quarters, her breasts jutting forward to strain against the tight harness. Her breathing increases, her heart races, her body and mind becomes like a state of ecstasy, knowing that she is pleasing her owner in ways that only they can know.


Later when she is lathered and her muscles ache she knows that the hand of her Master will wash her down with a caring hand, massaging her muscles, relaxing her so that she may rest. When all is done he will look into her eyes and she into his, making a connection that few beings know. A pony girl and her Master....






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