I was fortunate to find a failing golf course just about to fold completely; all the soft grass and wide-open space, it was perfect for my purposes. I was fortunate also in getting the groundskeeper, who given the current job market, was willing to stay on and keep working the same job at the same salary. So I had a few acres of fine soft turf, perfect for ponies-in-training.

The ponies' second day of training started bright and early at dawn when I strode into the stable. "Up and at 'em!" I shouted cheerfully. I opened up their stalls and the ponies came out, yawning and stretching. "Did you sleep well?" I asked.

They answered in the affirmative, and I led them all out onto the green where there was laid out breakfast on a table, but no chairs. "Ponies don't sit," I said. "But eat all you like."

Some of them were hesitant at first, but they all ate their fill; wen they were done, I ordered them to the bathrooms, "but be back here in five minutes."

The ponies were quick, and returned with time to spare. "Very good," I said. "Now I will take you out, one at a time, for some one-on-one training. While I'm gone you have the run of the ranch. Have fun, but behave, because remember: I see everything."

"Tabby," I picked her out. "You're first."

The other ponies dispersed while Tabby obediently followed me out onto the green.

Tabby

I led Tabby away from the other ponies and out onto the green where stood a cart and a table on which rested some equipment.

"On your toes," I said, and snapped her across her pretty ass as she dropped onto her heels.

Tabby jumped back onto her toes with a yelp; satisfied, I started fitting her for her training.

First thing I grabbed was a hairbrush and pulled her hair back into(what else) a ponytail.

Next came her bit and bridle: Tabby reluctantly opened her mouth and grunted as I pulled the bit back into her teeth, then pulled the buckles tight.

The next part of her ensemble was a black leather single-sleeve: she stared at it nervously as I picked it up off the table and took it behind her. "Put your arms back!" I ordered: she obediently put her arms behind her and I slipped the heavy leather binder up her arms and attached the straps to her harness.

I attached long reins to the bit, and led her by them to the cart; I maneuvered her between the cart's shafts and clipped them to her harness; Tabby shifted her feet as the weight of the cart fell on her and once again her heels touched the ground.

I reminded her not to do that with a flick of the whip and clambered into the cart. "Listen well, because I'm only going to say this once," I said. "When I pull on the right rein" -I demonstrated- "you turn to the right. When I pull on the left rein" -I did so- you turn to the left. When I pull on both reins you stop. Clear?"

She nodded. "Yeph, phir."

"Don't call me 'sir'," I said. "I work for a living. Now, Giddyup!" I cracked the whip over her head.

Tabby leaned forward in the trace and pulled: for a moment the cart wouldn't move, then with a squeel of the axle it started rolling. "Easy," I said. "Keep it slow."

We rode forward a few minutes. "Turn left!" I called and twitched the left rein.

A little awkwardly, Tabby turned the cart leftward and pulled on.

I let her go on for a while, then twitched at the right rein. "Go right!"

Her breath coming hard now, Tabby stumbled rightward, and pulled forward.

"Stop!" I called, pulling on the reins.

Tabby halted, breathing raggedly, her legs quivering from the unaccustomed labour.

"Very good!" I said, stepping down out of the cart. I walked up to her, gathering the reins in my hand. "Open your mouth," I ordered her.

She did so, drawing her soft lips back from the tight bit and I slipped a sugar cube into her mouth. Tabby was surprised at first, then sucked on it. "Mmhm," she murmured.

"When I eat sugar, I can't resist the urge to chew on it," I said. "Well you can't chew it with that bit; all the way home you'll taste that sugary goodness, ever-so-slowly melting away on your tongue!" with a laugh, I pulled on the reins, and led the poor teased pony back to the ranch.

And stopped. "Oh, I almost forgot!" I produced a vibrator and turned it on.

Tabby's eyes lighted up on seeing it. "Mhm?" she nickered questioningly.

"That's right!" I said; I twitched aside the strap over her pussy and slipped the buzzing vibrator in. I adjusted the strap then straightened again. With a laugh, I pulled on the reins, and led the poor teased and pleasured pony back to the ranch.

Acorn

After turning loose Tabby from the cart, still bound and bridled, I grabbed Acorn and led her out to the green where the cart waited for her.

Clearly nervous as I brushed her hair back into a ponytail, I patted her head. "Relax," I said. "You're a good pony; just do what comes naturally."

She stamped her foot nervously as I brought her bit and bridle. "Easy," I whispered, raising te bit to her mouth. "Open up," Acorn reluctantly opened her mouth and let me push the bit in, then pull the straps of the bridle around her head and buckle them tight.

Scared and nervous, the little pony tried to hide it, intent on pleasing, and being a good pony. The very worst I could do would be to rush her. So I paused to let her nervously chew and suck at the bit until she grew accustomed to it.

Once a little of the tension had left her, I scratched her head. "Good pony, what a good little pony. Put your arms back, pony."

Acorn obediently put her arms behind her and watched as I brought her leather armbinder over. Bravely, she stood still while I slipped it up her arms and attached the straps to her harness.

I attached long reins to her bit. "Let's get you hitched up," I said, leading her by them to the cart. I maneuvered her between the cart's shafts and clipped them to her harness; Acorn shifted as the weight of the cart fell on her and her heels slipped to the ground at the unexpected weight. "Ah-ah!" I said chidingly and slapped her ass.

I clambered into the cart and explained the use of the reins like I did to Tabby. "Do you understand?" I asked.

Acorn nodded silently, her breath coming in nervous gasps.

"Good," I said. "Now, Giddyup!" I cracked the whip over her head.

With a grunt of effort, Acorn leaned forward in the trace and the cart slowly rolled forward. The little pony had more trouble with he weight of the cart and me than Tabby had, but when I twitched the right rein and called out "go right!" she turned the cart smartly to the right with little fumbling.

"Very good!" I called, then twitched the left rein. "Go left!"

Not quite as readily, she turned the cart leftward and pulled on, blowing like a bellows from the effort.

"Stop!" I called, pulling on the reins.

Acorn halted, breathing raggedly, her whole body quivering like she would fall over in her bonds.

I stepped down from of the cart. "Very good!" I said, walking up to her, gathering the reins in my hand.

She flashed a smile that I returned.

"Open your mouth," I ordered her.

She did so, and I slipped a sugar cube past her lips. Acorn closed her eyes in pleasure and rolled it around in her mouth.

"When I eat sugar, I can't resist the urge to chew on it," I said. "Well you can't chew it with that bit; all the way home you'll taste that sugary goodness, ever-so-slowly melting away on your tongue!" I reached into a pocket and pulled forth a vibrator. "Just what a good pony need," I said, turning it on and slipping it into her tight pussy. "A little sugar on one end, and a little 'sugarin'' on the other!"

Acorn's eyes rolled back and her knees shook; she moaned helplessly as the vibrator 'sugared' her. With a laugh, I pulled on the reins, and led my pony back to the ranch.

Samantha

Samantha came immediately that I called her, with barely a glance for the still bound and bitted Acorn who stumbled over to join Tabby. Their sugar long gone, but both looked like they were getting plenty of sweetness from the vibrators still playing away in their pussies.

Samantha seemed not at all surprised to see the cart and tack waiting, and stood patiently while I brushed her hair into a ponytail.

She took to the bridle easily enough, holding herself steady while I pulled the bit back into her teeth. Once the buckles were fastened tight, she moved her jaw, working the bit into a comfortable place, then stood easy, waiting for what next.

What next was a black leather single-sleeve like Acorn and Tabby still wore: she put her arms behind her back and laced her fingers without being told. Again, without a word, I slipped the heavy leather binder up her arms and attached the straps to her harness.

I attached the long reins to the bit, and led her to the cart; Samantha easily backed into the trace, and stood patiently as I clipped them to her harness.

I clambered into the cart. "I'll only need to say this once," I said. "When I pull on the right rein" -I twitched the right rein in demonstration- "you turn to the right. When I pull on the left rein" -I did so- you turn to the left. When I pull on both reins you stop. Clear?"

Samantha nodded.

"Good. Now, Giddyup!" I cracked the whip over her head.

Samantha leaned forward in the trace, bent her legs under her, then slowly pushed off.

We rode for a few minutes, the only sound the turning of the wheels and her soft steps.. "Turn left," I said, and twitched the left rein.

Samantha stumbled, quickly caught herself, then turned the cart leftward and pulled on.

I let her go on for a while, then pulled on both reins. "Stop!"

Breathing a little hard, Samantha halted, then waited patiently for the next command.

I twitched at the right rein. "Go right!"

Samantha started turning the whole cart. "All the way!" I called.

In a moment, we were facing back toward the ranch, and I stepped down from the cart and walked up to her, gathering the reins in my left hand as I went. "Open your mouth," I ordered her.

She did so and I slipped a sugar cube into her mouth. Samantha was surprised at first, then sucked on it. "Nnhn," she nickered

"I wonder what it feels like," I said. "To feel that sugary goodness on your tongue, absolutely helpless to do anything but taste it, enjoy it, love it as it ever-so-slowly melts away!"

She closed her eyes, and moaned helplessly, sucking on the sugar.

"Of course," I added, producing a vibrator and turning it on. "There are other pleasures, some almost as sweet."

Samantha's eyes widened on seeing it, and she nickered happily as I twitched her crotch strap aside and slipped the vibrator in.

I put the strap back, then took up her reins again. "Come on then," I said, and led her back toward the ranch.

Stella

I called Stella to me as I released Samantha from the cart and let her trot off, still bound and bitted; Stella followed her with a glance, then hurried over when I repeated my order, receiving a whack with the whip for the delay.

I led her out onto the green; Stella glanced surprised at the cart and the tack waiting for her, but obediently stood while I brushed her hair into a ponytail.

I laid aside the brush then and raised the bridle to her mouth. "Open up," I ordered. She opened her mouth wide and I slipped it in. Stella chewed at the bit, working it about in her mouth while I pulled the straps of the bridle taut and buckled them. "Too tight?" I asked.

Stella shook her head, her long raven-black tail wagging prettily as she did so.

She obediently put her arms behind her back on my order and I grabbed a single-sleeve for her. She waited silently as I slipped the heavy leather binder up her arms then strapped it to her harness.

Next I took the long reins and attached them to her bit and led her by them to the cart. After backing her into the trace, she stood as I clipped them to her harness.

Giving her a spank for luck, I climbed into the cart, with the reins in one hand, the whip in the other."Listen good," I said. "When I pull on the right rein" -I twitched it- "you turn to the right. When I pull on the left rein" -I twitched that- "you turn to the left. When I pull on both reins you stop. Clear?"

Stella nodded, and stamped her foot twice.

"Good. Now, Giddyup!" I cracked the whip over her head.

Stella leaned forward in the trace, bent her long legs under her, then we were off, her strong legs seemed to eat up the ground, and in a minute we were out of hearing of the house.

I pulled on both reins. "Stop!"

Panting a little, Stella slowed and halted.

"Turn left," I said, and twitched the left rein.

Awkwardly turned the cart leftward.

"Good, forward!" I said, snapping the whip again.

A little on I pulled the right rein. "Go right!"

Stella started turning the whole cart. "Go on!" I called, pulling at the rein again. We turned almost a full circle back toward the house, and I pulled her to a stop and dismounted.

I walked up to her, gathering the reins in my left hand as I went. I idly traced the whip against the soft flesh of her belly. "Open your mouth."

She obeyed and a sugar cube washer reward: Stella hummed happily as she worked at it with her tongue, rolling it about in her mouth.

"So," I said. "You're going to taste that sugary goodness on your tongue as it ever-so-slowly melts away."

She didn't look too displeased by that, but her eyes, absolutely lit up when I produced her vibrator.

In a moment it was buzzing away inside her, and I took a firm grip on Stella's reins and her back toward the ranch.

Copper Penny

Copper Penny stood waiting as I and Stella returned. She stood a little self-consciously as I gave her a look. I gave her awave to follow me, then turned and strode away.

A little nervously, she followed me out onto the green and stopped, staring in shock at the cart and tack awaiting her.

Coolly I picked up the hairbrush and came to her: she was a pony for whom the surrender of control was a big deal. If I wasn't to ruin her, I'd have to respect that.

Copper Penny was silent as I brushed her hair and pulled it into a ponytail., but she grew visibly more relaxed. Not all the way, but clearly.

I laid aside the brush then and led her over to the table. I picked up the bridler and raised it to her mouth. "Open up," I ordered. She swallowed, licked her lips, then opened her mouth as wide as she could.

Careful not to pinch or hurt, I slipped the bit into her mouth, pulled the straps of the bridle taut and buckled them. "Too tight?" I asked.

Copper Penny shook her head, chewing at the bit, feeling it with her tongue, working it about in her mouth. "Mhmm?" she gasped, her eyes wide as saucers when I picked up the single-sleeve, and she took an unconscious step backwards.

"Easy," I said soothingly. "It won't hurt; I promise," Copper Penny shivered, but stood still as I moved around behind her; glancing over her shoulder, she obediently put her arms behind her back on my order. Her breath wasragged as I slipped the heavy leather binder up her arms then strapped it to her harness. "Good pony," I murmured, scritching her mane.

The long reins I attached to her bit and led her by them to the cart. She followed obediently, but shivering from other than cold. Her feet slipped and her heels touched the grass, but she hopped back onto her toes, so I let it go: she was now utterly helpless, and even a minor rebuke would be felt terribly hard. So without a word I backed her into the trace and clipped them to her harness.

Brushing her hair one last time, I climbed into the cart, making her shift nervously at the unexpected weight. "Listen good," I said. "When I pull on the right rein" -I pulled it lightly- "you turn to the right. When I pull on the left rein" -I pulled on that- "you turn to the left. When I pull on both reins you stop. Clear?"

Copper Penny nodded. "Yeph,"she said, nervousness making her curt.

"Good. Now, Giddyup!" I cracked the whip over her head: she jumped in surprise, then leaned into the trace and pulled.

She was too nervous, straining and heaving at the cart going first too fast then too slow. "Good pony," I said to her. "Just keep going; relax; trust me."

After a while, she slowly relaxed into a rhythm, and I pulled on the right rein. "Go right!" I called.

She slowed, then turned a little awkwardly and brought the cart about to the right.

We rode on for a bit, then I twitched the left rein. "Go left!"

Panting a little, she turned leftward, then I pulled on both reins. "Stop!"

Panting for air, Copper Penny slowed to a halt, then glanced across her shoulder at me, waiting for what came next.

I walked up to her, gathering the reins in my left hand as I went. Her eyes shone and she smiled around her bit. "You've been a very good pony," I said, rising a sugar cube to her lips. She accepted it gladly, and cooed in delight.

"I hope you enjoy it," I said. "You're going to taste it ever-so-slowly melting away all the way back to the ranch."

Copper Penny grunted happily; her eyes widened but not with fear when I reached into a pocket and pulled out a vibrator.

I twitched aside her crotch strap and in a moment it was buzzing away inside her. "Mhmm!" she moaned, her legs shaking. Taking my happy little pony by the reins, I turned her about and led her back toward the ranch.

Lyra

Of course, there was just Lyra left; she stood eagerly awaiting our return; I turned Copper Penny loose, then took her and led her out onto the green to the cart and tack.

She looked it over curiously while I grabbed the hairbrush and came to her. Lyra was silent as I brushed her hair and pulled it into a ponytail, but she twitched a little, impatient to be off.

I laid aside the brush then and led her over to the table. I picked up the bridle and raised it to her mouth. "Open up," I ordered. She openedher mouth eagerly as wide as she could.

Careful not to pinch or hurt, I slipped the bit into her mouth, pulled the straps of the bridle taut and buckled them. "Too tight?" I asked.

Lyra shook her head, chewing at the bit, testing out the feel of it. "Mmmh," she murmured.

I picked up the single-sleeve. "This next," she turned away and put her arms behind her back, glancing curiously over her shoulder as I slipped the heavy leather binder up her arms then strapped it to her harness. "Good pony," I said..

The long reins I attached to her bit and led her by them to the cart. She followed obediently, looking over the cart and tack curiously as I buckled it to her..

I climbed into the cart, making her shift nervously at the unexpected weight. "Listen good," I said. "When I pull on the right rein" -I pulled it lightly- "you turn to the right. When I pull on the left rein" -I pulled on that- "you turn to the left. When I pull on both reins you stop. Clear?"

Lyra nodded, and whinnied.

"Good. Now, Giddyup!" I cracked the whip over her head: she leaned forward in the trace, curiously shifting her weight about, gradually beginning the cart rolling.

After a while, she relaxed into a rhythm and we made good time across the green; I pulled on the left rein. "Go left!" I called.

She slowed to a halt then turned awkwardly, tried a different way and got it right, bringing the cart about to the right, then onward.

We rode on for a bit, then I twitched the right rein. "Go right!"

Panting a little, she turned leftward and we rode on, then I pulled on both reins. "Stop!"

Panting for air, Lyra slowed to a halt, then curiously glanced back at me.

I walked up to her, gathering the reins in my left hand as I went. "Good pony," I said, raising a sugar cube to her lips. "Good Lyra,"

Lyra let me slip it into her mouth. "Mmm," she moaned in delight at the sweet taste on her tongue.

"I'm glad you like it," I said. "'Cause it's ever-so-slowly going to melt away on your tongue all the way back to the ranch."

"Mmmm," she replied and closed her eyes happily. Then they snapped open when I produced a vibrator and switched it on.

"You want?" I asked.

"Mhm-hm!" she said, nodding.

I twitched aside her crotch strap and in a moment it was buzzing away inside her. "Mhmm!" she moaned, her legs shaking. Taking my happy little pony by the reins, I turned her about and led her back toward the ranch.

End

The sun was in decline toward the west by the time Lyra and I returned. The other ponies waiting forwhat was next; they were all still as helplessly bound as before.

I released Lyra from the cart and detached the reins. "All right, ponies," I called. "Time for supper!"

I brought out supper on six shallow pans and placed them onto the table where breakfast had been. Then one by one I released the ponies' bits so they hung from the bridles. After a long day, the ponies dove into their meal with gusto with their arms still bound and the vibrators still buzzing away. Every once in a while, one of the ponies would stop eating and cry out as the pleasure overcame her.

Soon they were licking the plates clean and I laid out bowls of water which they drank fry, then one by one I re-bitted the ponies and led them back to the stable. Once there I made them line up and one by one removed their vibrators.

While some(particularly Tabby) seemed relieved, some(particularly Lyra) seemed disappointed. By then the ponies' come was dripping down their legs and the vibrators were soaked. I turned them off and laid them aside. I laughed on seeing Lyra's sad look. "Oh don't worry ponies; I'd never take pleasure away from you. . ." I opened a small crate and took out what it contained.

The ponies' eyes turned round as saucers, staring at what I held in my hand: these were like vibrators on steroids. Long, thick, with ribs and bumps to brush against a pony's tenderest spots.

Lyra nickered eagerly and spread her legs as I brought the first one over to her. I turned it on and slowly eased it into her: "Mmmm!" Lyra screamed with pleasure as it broke into her, her knees shaking.

One by one, I put one into all the ponies, then put them into their stalls. Good night!" I called as I turned out the lights, then departed, pursued by the muffled sounds of pleasure