Jen, a Pony-Girl Story

by A. Broadsword
- do not use without the author's permission.



Synopsis: Jennifer Fforbes a executive PA and an enthusiastic amateur pony-girl is tricked into becoming a full time Pony.
Another unpublished 2008 story updated and uploaded following a request from a reader who likes my earlier work better!

All America.

All America loomed, Jack arranged a Lear Jet for the thousand mile trip to the venue high in the Rockies, a ski resort usually shut down at this time of year, the tempo of training changed, and the diet.

Drugs were banned and the stimulants and pain killers had to be reduced then stopped, the food had to be standard horse feed, and the girls noticed the drop in nutrition, needing to eat far more each day, but carrots and apples and sugar lumps remained unrestricted so they still got their little treats.

Jen's arms started to hurt as the painkillers were reduced but she had little time to reflect on this.

The Cross Country was to be very hard and technical relying on the Ponies judgement while the optional Carriage class stressed obedience to whip or rein, failing to use ear plugs or allowing vision would lose point five of a point so could not be considered

Just a few days in which to reach a peak of perfection.

Lear.

The Lear Jet whined down on final approach, Jack in the front Cabin with the owners, Jen in the back with the Ponygirls, they watched the mountain sides almost brushing the wingtips as they dropped down to a landing at the private strip, the plane taxiing way along the taxi way to stop outside the Pony Barn,

They dis-embarked, cloaks were thrown over the Ponygirls to protect them from prying eyes and soon they were settled in the barn, Jen felt terribly lonely, handlers were not allowed into the Barn until the morning of the event but the Stalls were standardised so she found the water easily, a total stranger removed her plugs and allowed her to relieve her bowels but she really needed her dildo, or a cock.

The barn seemed full, Jen imagined how noisy the place would have been if they had all been talking, and was grateful for the comparative silence, but the frustration kept her awake, morning came. the food was , bland, no fruit, she did not like it then Phil and Su Li arrived.

They led her to the wash area stripping her tack leaving her naked except boots and bridle before hosing her down with the hose pipe and shampooing her hair, then drying her before dressing her in her best highly polished harness, black leather and silver and attaching the tail and feather plumes.

"Pony looks very pretty," Su Li told her, and looking at the reflection in the wet floor Jen agreed, she was beautiful, but very frustrated, What wrong Pony, tell Su li"

She bent her knees moving up and down.

"Pony need fuck?" Su-Li asked.

Stamp Stamp,

"Su Li help Pony" she reassured her.

Jen felt Su Li's fingers probing her, the relief, so refreshing, then Su-Li's whole tiny hand inside her, her breathing steadied.

Phil appeared "Come along, Oh I see," she broke off.

"She was tense." Su-Li explained.

"Yes, whatever, you look pretty tense yourself now," Phil observed, "If I may make an observation."

Su-Li nodded agreement and announced, "She is coming, Come Pony, Come"

Jen obeyed, she wished there was a man to fulfil her needs but for now she was content.

She picked her way elegantly through the Jumps and then preened and pranced through dressage, the crowds, hundreds of the most influential people packed into the indoor arena, usually an Ice rink, for Ice hockey but for now her platform, her audience.

Jen knew she was a favourite with the crowd from their claps and cheers and when they held their breath, she was sad when her turn ended, and she was taken to the holding ring where anyone prepared to pay ten thousand dollars could check the Ponies at close quarters, she became used to the hands feeling her buttocks and under her breasts, even a finger against her arsehole checking for ease of entry, but each time she moved away.

"Stay Pony, it's Sheik Fisal, nice rich owner, you let him feel you," Su-Li cautioned her.

He checked her cunt.

"Hold, don't show me up." Su-Li cautioned.

"House-trained?" He enquired.

"Only slightly," Su Li replied," she has only recently been full time but she is well acclimatised to Barn life."

The conversation jolted Jen's consciousness, House-trained? she had a degree in media studies.

"She is beauty, good for breeding." Sheik Faisal announced as he wandered off.

The afternoon brought cross country, 120 Ponygirls lined up across the meadow and funelled towards the exit gate, Jen held back anxious to avoid injury then down into the river bottom with the ice cold mountain melt water, she stopped and drank, as Su Li had advised her, then up the steep slope, she climbed easily, the runs with Su Li as passenger paid off as she stormed upwards hurtling past other girls, the track narrowed to single file slippery with excrement.

Su-Li had warned her some irgls fouled the track to slow pursuit so she picked her way with care, yet still she was overhauling the other girls as she continued on and on following the orange markers indicating the way, finally there was just the one familiar figure in front, was it Tigerpet three, yes, just ahead she caught up, she was sure she could out-sprint Tigerpet.

Su Li said Tigerpet was really Priscilla who used to work at Burger king, but Jen wanted to follow someone rather than risk taking a wrong turning, then as they hurtled down the slope, a Pony came past, too fast, she could not take the right turn and crashed through the trees making her own path.

Jen was grateful for the long runs with Su Li. she thought of Su Li's juices running down her arse crack as she ran in the fields at home, her beautiful home in the valley with her friends, she remembered a time before when she was always tired and always indoors, she shuddered at the thought, she dreamed of Su Li and the man that owned her, she hoped he would give her a well done fuck if she did well, She thought of the Sheik, the selfish man, he could have made her come but he didn't.

Tigerpet's tail was her marker then the river again, up to her breasts, she would need her boots off and dried, she thought, they really ought to use the spares she thought, she saw Tigerpet tiring, Jen so used to carrying Su Li's weight that without it she powered past Tigerpet up the incline and raced for home, she felt the tape across her breasts and knew she had won, she relaxed, one hours exertion, the river had washed much of the dirt away, so she glistened with sweat and as she relaxed her bowels unclamped and soiled her legs afresh.

"Look she's doing a poo," someone commented.

A girl tugged her companions arm, Jen recognised the owner, soon the girl would be joining her naked, in competition, the girl had all the right attributes, long neck, high breasts good hips, take the stupid green dress and underwear and there was probably a beautiful Ponygirl waiting beneath. She walked over and rubbed her head against the girl's.

"Ooh, she likes me" the girl exclaimed.

"Tell her she is pretty," her companion suggested.

"Yes pretty pony, clever pony, lovely bells," the girl touched the bells on her breasts and a shock wave of pleasure shot through Jen's exhausted body.

"Come away or you will end up wanking her," the young man with the girl insisted.

"Hey" she protested,

"Yes look she is dripping," he pointed out.

The Girl looked and giggled. Jen realised she was dripping, she needed something now, and that something as the back of a judges chair, a bit low perhaps but she rode it to climax to raucous cheers, it was supposed to be a private moment but she curtsied as people applauded.

"And Third Place, Samora Lass, from Samora Ranch Colorado," The Loudspeaker bellowed, the cheers were deafening for the local favourite, she heard something about Tigerpet Three,

"And the Winner is from Newbold Stud its Sue Lee."

Jen stood stock still, then she remembered she was Sue Lee now, she alighted to the top step and they pinned a rosette on her, and then gave Phil a cup and a man she ought to know came and took the owners trophy. then it was back to the Barn.

She wanted a cock, a big hard cock to fill her and pump juices in her to cool her passion, it was not fair, fists were all right, dildos OK but she wanted a nice warm cock and nice creamy spunk. They brought her a man later, they called him Jack but he used a rubber and she was denied the spunk she craved, she kicked him.

Jack was horrified, it was like screwing a Donkey, not that he had ever screwed a Donkey you understand.

"Will she ever be a woman again Phil?" he asked.

"She should be OK, quite often they can wait table and do cleaning after rehab," she reassured him.

"But Phil!" he stood near Jen in the Barn, in his Jacket, his trousers neatly folded underpants round his knees, peeling off and discarding the rubber,

Phil stepped forward and held him close to her , "Let her go Jack, her mind has gone, she's not the woman you loved, she's just a beautiful exotic animal now."

Jack returned to Rebekah and the dance, introducing her to the rich and famous, "my new PA"

Sunday was an anticlimax and the soft mountain rain fell as the Carriage class was decided, Achate decided on precision at the expense of speed and was rewarded as the fastest, overall after penalties, Acastra Star could not stop and hit the guard rail gashing her leg and losing twenty seconds in time penalties to come second and after penalties for running the wheels over some of the markers Jen was third.

The Barn emptied, Jen left wondering what was to happen, then Phil came.

"We are going to the world finals. You are in, 3rd in All America and a third in the Carriage, you're in.!"

Jen wanted a cock not World finals.

The Lear Jet took them to a disused Military airfield then they were loaded in the hold of a 747 freighter and flown across the Atlantic. They landed at night and only in the morning could Jen appreciate the splendour of the Desert facility, standard size stalls but gold taps, and marble floors round the drains,

Su Li and Phil fussed over her, oiling her skin against the heat polishing the tack, fiddling, getting her treats, sugar lumps.

The state vet came and checked her over,

"You are registered here as an equine not human, in case of problems, simplifies paperwork," They told her.

She didn't care she wanted a cock.

Then the show, much the same as before, bigger, foreign languages but less support, she was no favourite, a Russian, much large than her seemed favourite, she could not see the other Americans but with 34 countries Ponygirl federations represented, each

sending three competitors there was much to be done.

Dressage and Jumping were held simultaneously, Jen did dressage first then jumping, gaining a quick clear round, but she was in a bad way, she needed cock, badly, Phil should have realised but when captive, with no stress, or threats, the mind has less to concentrate on so little things take on mammoth proportions and Cock to Jen was the big thing.

The Ponygirls were brought to the ringside, standing on the running track around the arena outside the jumping ring.

"This is what you will have to do next year if the World Council ratify it," they were told, Real Jumps three feet high, not eighteen inches, set out like a proper pony arena.

Jen felt a shock run through her, a vision of beauty, "Yes its a Ponyboy" someone annouced.

The man stood adorned with leather and gold belts, his huge prick lolling flaccidly.

"They have them some places but we are nor serious in the States, the top ten in the world will do a demonstration, that is Dimitri, world number one," they were told.

Jen's world had shrunken to Cock, Dimitri's Cock, they were to clear three foot fences next year, and the trackside fence was two feet six, Jen had no reins on or other way to restrain her so she edged away from Phil then sprinted for the fence clearing it easily and ran towards Dimitri, he looked surprised and pleased he trotted towards her as the announcer went mad in Arabic.

They rubbed heads then Jen turned bracing herself against a jump while Dimitri guided himself into position, the crowd held their breath, even the announcer ceased his jabbering and Dimitri thrust carefully inside her then sure of himself began to thrust harder and harder, the audience thought it a pre arranged show, while the owners and trainers worried about disease.

Jen was in heaven, from no cock to super cock he was stretching her beyond anything, bigger even than Su Li's fist he pounded her, the crowd mesmerised, then with guttural cries from their pony throats the seed emerged spraying out around the base of his prick, he staggered back exhausted, Jen would have turned cartwheels but jumped over the fences instead as at last officials tried to catch her.

They took her to a small room, where two large women stripped her naked, her bridle, chest and waist belts, wrist restraints, and arm sleeve and boots all stacked on the table.

"Disqualificato" they explained in a language she once understood,

Phil and Su Li arrived.

"Tell them it was not pre planned, please Jen" Phil pleaded.

But weeks of inability to speak made her speech unintelligable

"Jen want Cock, nice big Cock" was as much as they got from her.

They had to find Jen some clothes, Su Li's green dress somehow stretched over Jens larger frame but the effect was almost pornographic.

Jack arrived in response to Phil's frantic cell phone calls.

"Jen why?" he asked.

She looked at him, faint recognition in her eyes.

"Need cock in here," she said pointing as she raised the hem of the green dress she wore.

"Jack" Phil commented.

"Jack she moved her arms"

Jen's hands in front not behind, Jack knelt before her and she held his face in her hands and kissed him.

"I missed you Jen" he lied

"I need a cock," she replied

"Yes my cock wants you too." he reassured her.

"No Fuck" A guard stepped forward,

"No Fuck until find if she have Dimitri Son"

"I'll sort this out" Jack announced as he left.

He returned, "Jen has to have a small operation, and Dr Abdul will perform it right now"

They wheeled her away on a trolley.

"I sold some eggs." Jack announced.

"What," Phil queried not understanding.

"Her eggs, the one they think Dimitri fertillised is going in one of their women a secretary or something," Jack explained "they take five other eggs and then two more they fertillise with my sperm and put back in her, boy and girl."

"You sold your Fiance's eggs?" Su-Li asked incredulously, .

"Five hundred thousand each." he grinned

"You always a lucky bastard" Phil announced

"You'll get a percentage!" he replied

"So you get a cock-crazed airhead for a wife and twins," Phil suggested.

"Sure do." he agreed.

"You always were a lucky bastard," Phil sighed..

Home.

It was the next day before Jack realised what he had done, Jen was resting when he went to see her in the hospital, and she lay peacefully on the crisp white sheets, a simple white gown covered her and she lay bereft of all her embellishments.

Jack arranged for Jen to be kept sedated and for her to be flown home and he flew home, if not with her then at least on the same airplane.

They took Jen to Phil's place and made up a bed for her in the tack room, uncertain as to how she would react when the sedation wore off.

Jen woke in a strange bed, she sat up and looked around, the bed was in a shed of some sort not a room, her stomach hurt, she needed the bathroom, and she swung her legs from the bed, but as she steadied herself by grasping the bed frame with her hand she realised she had little strength and sprawled across the bed awkwardly.

She tried again and made her way to the door, it opened onto a courtyard, she turned to try another door, and as she pushed the handle someone opened it from the other side, she looked past a young man and saw the doors to the stalls of the pony-girl barn facility and in the distance Phil with a girl in full show pony-girl regalia.

"Bathroom, Please." Jen asked, as she saw th man standing there.

Simon Jenkins looked at her incredulously.

"You're a Pony-Girl, you don't use bathrooms." he reminded her.

"But I need to go." Jen insisted.

"She's in rehab, Simon," Phil shouted from the far end of the barn, "Send her indoors."

Simon led Jen gently indoors, into Phil's house and into the bathroom, then he shut the door and stood and watched.

"Hey get out." Jen ordered.

"No, you're not well, I help you." Simon suggested but Jen brought her knee up under his groin and he doubled up in pain.

"Bad, Pony," he shouted as he pulled his short whip from his pants pocket and gently tore her white hospital gown off her, before slashing the whip across her back leaving an ugly red mark.

"Simon, she's in rehab!" Phil shouted as she opened the door to check what was happening, "Leave her alone! Get out!"

They left Jen alone, her arms hurt and she had no strength in them but she held her torn gown around her and went to find Phil.

"What happened to me?" she asked, "I can't seem to remember, did I have an accident?"

Phyllis started to gently probe, "What do you remember?"

"The Pony-club Ball, and coming to training then it all goes hazy." Jen confessed, "Oh god I should be at work!"

Phil smiled, maybe Jen wasn't going to need rehab after all.