Every year on my birthday I would write an my wishlist "All I want is a pony". Every year my birthday came and went with never a pony to be seen. So when a friend asked me what I wanted for my 30th, I jokingly said "all I want for my birthday is a pony". She smiled at me with a wicked gleam in her eye and we spoke no more of it.

The weeks passed until my birthday dawned, I stretched out in my bed, languishing in the warm morning sun streaming in through the window, feeling its gentle warmth on my breasts and belly. The smell of bacon & eggs wafted in through my door and I smiled happily to myself, let out an overly dramatic yawn, and waited for my roommate to serve me breakfast in bed.

"Well good morning sleeping beauty, hows it feel to be old?" The sweet round face, framed with bouncy gold curls pocked in through my door.

"Your just lucky your serving me breakfast in bed, or I'd throw a pillow at you bitchylocks." I shot back as I sat myself up against the bed head expectantly. Bitchylocks, or Sarah as she is usually called, pocked out her tongue and moved the rest of her body into the room, breakfast tray in hand. "I'm afraid you're going to have to eat fast, Tia is picking you up in 20 minutes. She said something about horse riding."

Tia arrived promptly 20 minutes later, dressed in full riding attire, and presented me with a box. Inside the box, I found a pair of tight black jodhpers, a tweed riding jacket, long leather boots and a beautifully braided, silver tipped crop. An hour and half later we stood out the front of beautifully maintained stable waiting for the owner to bring out our ponies.

Now, as you can imagine, I had expected to be presented with a four legged creature, of 15 hands or so high with a big head, huge brown eyes and a sweet temper. I was however, delightfully surprised to instead watch the stable owner emerge from the barn with two of the most adorable creatures I have ever seen. Their creamy skin glistened with oil and sunlight, their heads held high and proud. One had a long blond main running loose down her back, the other had a high plaited dark brown main. I looked at Tia, eyes opened wide with awe and excitement. It had never occurred to ask for a ponygirl for my birthday.