Jasmine

by Suzi Loo
based on art by PeterPD
- do not use without permission.

Chapter 1.

She received a letter with the parcel from Pony Adventures. After resisting the temptation to open it all week, Jane had now arrived at Friday evening; the end of the working week. She had been keeping it as something to look forward to after what had been another difficult week at the practice: an ultimately successful week. Jane had even turned down the offer to go out and celebrate with her boss in favour of the letter and the parcel.

As soon as she was home in the privacy of her apartment she stripped to her bra and panties, glad to be alone and able to unwind. While totally unnecessary in the late spring she had the fire on and its uncertain light danced off the packaging.

Always a sensible girl, Jane read the letter before rummaging through the box. There might be care instructions or sequencing that she should be aware of. Its illicit contents and her lack of apparel did nothing to shake her control.

Jane had been looking for a different holiday and wanted something out of the unusual. At first glance, the return to her search on the Internet had seem rather innocuous – Pony Adventures. Trekking, had been Jane’s immediate reaction, until she’d seen the dot fetish address. Intrigued she’d clicked on the link and the rest, as they say, is history.

Chapter 2.

The instructions in the letter were very clear. She was to shower carefully and her body was to be hairless, particularly her pubic region. When she had read this bit, Jane had pulled her panties aside and looked at her neat little pubic bush. An erotic shiver had run through her body when she thought of removing her protective thatch … and all because a letter said so.

She sat there, letter in one hand, the waistband of her panties in the other, gazing fondly at her pubic hair. She didn’t want to shave it off. Not that anyone would know – she didn’t have a boyfriend or anything, so there was not going to be any need to explain herself to anyone. It was just that she liked to be able to run her fingers through the little curls in the well kept garden of her sex. After a while she made up her mind and with a loving sigh addressed her pussy as you would a dear pet and reluctantly said “I’m sorry darling, but you are going to have to go.”

Once it was removed she felt a bizarre mix of vulnerability, submissiveness and – in a very strange way – it was as if she had been de-sexed. With her pubic hair gone, Jane ultimately decided it made her feel clean; like a virgin, open to new learning and previously forbidden thoughts.

She knew there was to be no sex, the web site had been quite explicit about this. In fact it displayed one of the chastity awareness banners and this had reassured Jane that the site was genuine, that if she followed the instruction she would have a pony adventure … whatever that might be.

It is true that as a young girl Jane had wanted a pony and had even had lessons, but her family had travelled around too much and she’d never actually owned one. She wouldn’t dream of owning one now. Jane was a vegetarian and was also interested in animal welfare, but was not an activist or anything like that. She had helped out once or twice at local animal shelters, but that was as far as her involvement had gone. It was not from lack of caring, just lack of time. If she had thought about it, Jane didn’t believe that humans should keep animals as pets – it was akin to slavery in her mind. However she recognised the value others got in having pets and provided they were well carried for, she wasn’t troubled – it was animal cruelty that really bothered her.

Chapter 3.

After she had finished her shower, the now totally naked Jane went back into her living room. If asked Jane would have admitted to be a clandestine nudist – in the privacy of her own home of course. The pony adventure website had stressed that nudity was part of the experience. This part of the adventure hadn’t troubled her too much.

Jane was a bit puzzled by what the box contained – it took a while to work out what the items were. Just four things: chastity belt, halter, LBD and “fuck-me” heels. The instructions said everything had special one time fasteners that could only be removed once she arrived at the start of her adventure. Jane was perplexed by this – it all seemed rather elaborate, but eventually she accepted it as some kind of security thing; anti-tampering.

Trying on the chastity belt certainly felt like she was being fitted with an anti-tampering device. It was a snug fit, but after trying it on, she was slow to fasten it. Jane had to admit it fitted perfectly. It looked good and was comfortable too. The only way she could describe the feeling it gave her was as “supportive”.

Jane considered the practicalities of the chastity belt. “Interesting” was her first, second and third responses. She didn’t know how long it would be before she arrived at her destination – she felt her adventure had started already; in fact, in her imagination, it had started the moment she had applied on the Pony Adventure web site. It had certainly occupied her mind while she worked out each morning on her treadmill, and while waiting for her slower (although better paid she had found out this week) colleagues to catch up to her at the practice.

Well, masturbation is going to be difficult, but not impossible – the material is going to pass on vibrations. Spending a penny is going to be a bit wetter than normal, but nothing that wouldn’t dry. Her period had finished last week (she had planned carefully for this holiday). That just left one thing. Well, she would just have to hang on, or suffer the consequences – nothing that a good bidet couldn’t fix.

And with her analysis finished Jane clipped the chastity belt securely in place. No turning back now, she thought, and while her tummy did nervous little twitches at what she had done, she strangely felt very calm and happy.

Chapter 4.

With her pussy securely locked away, Jane turned her attention to the halter. It crossed her mind while she was struggling into it that she must be crazy. Maybe it is like being in a harness, she rationalised; but she couldn’t believe for one minute this was how a pony would feel – she didn’t even know if that was the intent or not. However when she finally had it right as per the instructions in the letter, her boobs felt slightly squished and looked a bit swollen, like she had grown an extra cup size or two.

Jane wasn’t a girl to display her breasts and it took a while getting used to them. She was secretly thrilled with the effect. She also liked the feeling of being trapped. It was kind of like being held tight, in an almost loving embrace, but at the same time totally exposed and defenceless.

Almost finished, she thought, as she clipped on the high heeled shoes and then slipped on the little black dress and did up all the fastenings. It was as though she was wrapped up as some exotic gift; kind of how she might give herself to a lover. But that was not the case; this was just some ploy to get her to the start of the adventure: some kind of preamble.

The last instruction was to ring a number, give her address, and give the code phrase.

The metallic sound of the computerised answering machine took her address, repeating it back to her for confirmation. She pressed 1 to confirm. The computer then asked for the pass phrase. In a clear voice she answered: “I want to be a pony girl.”

Chapter 5.

Jane wasn’t sure how long she’d have to wait. Nervously she walked around her apartment, trying to get used to the high heels and at the same time being careful not to mark the wooden floor. She never would have normally worn heels this high (or a skirt this short). Her mind reeled as she thought of the reaction she would get if she turned up at work dressed like this. Or just went to her local shops for that matter. And that was without anyone knowing what she was wearing underneath.

There was the sound of a car pulling up outside and Jane caught a glimpse of herself in the glass doors of the entry way to her apartment. She had to admit she looked hot.

She also had to admit that the hardest part was now to come; the part that had caused her much thought and agonizing. As the door shut fast behind her, the sound of the locking mechanism sounded ominous as she left the safety of her apartment without so much as a cent. No purse, no id, not even a tissue - and no key to get back in.

When she had posted the modest cheque in payment for the adventure weekend, she also had to send her key as deposit – proof that she was sincere and committed to follow through her adventure. She wasn’t happy about doing that, but had become so intrigued that in the end she just had to obey.

Chapter 6.

The rear door opened automatically for her to get in. The leather of the car upholstery was cool against her bare thighs. The seat belt clicked firmly and the door locked.

As the car sped off taking Jane on her adventure, she didn’t notice the truck pulling up outside the residence she was leaving. If she had she might have been alarmed at the thought that her private apartment was about to be ransacked because she had foolishly given her only key to a stranger.

As it was Jane was a bundle of nerves. The cloaked and hooded driver seemed sinister at best. She wanted to speak; to break the tension with some inane chatter about the weather. She knew silence was what was expected. Silence also was part of the mystery.

If she didn’t say anything no one would know she wasn’t the mistress of some rich business man; or that she wasn’t the hostage of a gang of vicious villains.

These little fantasies played over in Jane’s mind. She sat perfectly still, her knees and ankles together as if tied. Her hands, crossed at the wrists, lay useless in her lap. Her silence was the result of an imaginary gag. The stickiness where her flesh touched the now warm leather seat was from both desire and fear; but it was all too real.

She had no idea where she was going and to compound this she deliberately avoided looking out the car windows for land marks or street signs. Jane blocked the passage of time from her mind and concentrated on the heady and conflicting set of emotions she was experiencing: the excitement of the unknown; the danger of what she had so knowingly let herself get locked into; the freedom of the escape from her empty home and unappreciated career … if only for a weekend.

Jane couldn’t decide whether she was a spy or a captive.

What she didn’t know was that she was actually a gift.

Chapter 7.

It was a surprise when the car stopped. Jane had been in a world of her own and wasn’t sure she was ready to be brought back to reality. A little motivational voice played in her head - “the show must go on” – as she readied her self for the next step of her adventure.

As she swung her legs of the car door and gracefully tried to slide out, the hem of her dress clung to the top of her thighs, displaying her long legs as she stood gaining her balance, the heels of her shoes biting into the gravel. Smoothing her dress down she took a brief moment to look around.

Jane found herself in the courtyard of what she could only call a chateau. In the moonlight it looked magnificent; just the kind of place for an adventure.

In the light from an open doorway stood an imposing figure; Jane was momentarily transfixed. He seemed oddly familiar; like an old friend or family acquaintance.

Chapter 8.

The instructions in the letter had been very explicit – she was not to speak. When applying for the Pony Adventure she had specified docile not wild; with docile came responsibilities that she had to honour. Jane intended to obey as well as she possibly could.

It was true she had an aversion to violence; she abhorred sadism and was not a masochist. But she did appreciate the power of fear and uncertainty. And she knew that power was an aphrodisiac; something that would be all the more tantalising in a chaste state.

The owner of the chateau flourished the special device required to undo the fasteners on her dress and in no time Jane was baring her harnessed breasts for his appraisal.

“Good girl” he said soothingly, as one would to an animal.

Jane nodded yes.

The owner stripped her quickly and totally. Jane stood there compliantly, moving only to shake her head when her chastity device was peeled away.

Chapter 9.

“A necessary step, my dear, I’m afraid. Essential in fact as part of your transitioning to be my ponygirl … please do not be concerned. I have no intention of letting you be bred. As my ponygirl Jasmine, you are far too valuable for such vulgarity.”

The soothing nature of his voice was deeply reassuring to Jane as she slipped into becoming Jasmine. As she was led to the stable she could readily accept that she was the Ponygirl Jasmine and he was her new owner. Her previous identity could melt away along with all its attendant cares and worries and she could relax in her new life as a ponygirl.

Lying back naked as she was being shod, Jasmine could only think that it really was happening; that she really was becoming a ponygirl. She liked that she had not been consulted in the choice of her ponygirl name. It made it all the more special, reinforcing the role of her new owner, making her realise that she was owned, that she was somebody’s plaything – a pet.

She looked up at her owner as her feet were being transformed into hooves. She was a naked woman being turned into a pony. More, she was letting this happen, freely, willingly. She had even paid for it to happen!

Chapter 10.

“Let’s have you up Jasmine.” The command came simply and Jasmine readily obeyed. She was struck at how tall she now was. If walking in those high heels had been tricky, it was nothing compared to this.

As if reading her mind, her owner pronounced “Don’t worry my dear. With the exercise program I have designed specially for you, you’ll be prancing and trotting in no time. All new foals go through an ungainly stage as they learn to use their new legs; it’s nothing to be worried about.”

Jasmine nodded her head. She then tried pawing the ground as she had seen ponies do. It came naturally. With a bit of training she would have no trouble with her new legs.

While she was absorbed in mastering this basic task, her owner started to apply a simple harness and tack. Sturdy cuffs were placed securely on her wrists. A belt was locked around her waist and her hands then loosely fastened to it. The collar came next. Only as the bridle and bit were affixed did Jasmine have second thoughts, but now it was too late to voice then. She was trapped.

Chapter 11.

There could be no escape. She was property and could only be bought or sold. The true nature of being a ponygirl was now fully being recognised by Jasmine. But there was one special step to go.

“Bend over Jasmine. This might feel strange for a bit, but I’m sure you’ll come to love it. In fact I can assure you that you will find it most fitting.”

There was a slight chuckle as Jasmine felt something cool and wet being rubbed into her anus. She went to move her hands, but couldn’t. She wanted to move away but had not yet mastered her hooves. She wanted to protest as the plug was inserted in her bottom, but the bit held her tongue and enforced silence.

“Relax Jasmine, my dear, don’t fight it.” Again the soothing voice worked its magic and the plug slid in place. She knew instinctively what it meant. She now had a tail. Her transformation was complete.

“Now, Jasmine, let’s get those legs working. Lift them up, girl, one at a time, as high as you can! That’s a good girl; you’re a natural ponygirl if there ever was one!”

Chapter 12.

Jasmine was led down to a courtyard and attached by her reins to an exercise wheel. Her owner set it in motion and retired.

“A few hours on this Jasmine and you will have mastered your first lesson. A bit simple I know, but this is still your first day. I hope you are enjoying it, I know I am.”

With that her owner was gone, before Jasmine could even think to try and shake her head. Was she enjoying it? Did anyone even care?

Jasmine walked round in circles. It was simple. It was something a grown woman of her intelligence would not do. It was something a dumb animal would do that was being trained. It was what she had wanted to experience.

Round and a round she went. Only the rhythm of her hooves on the paving and the whir of the exercise wheel kept her company. She didn’t know her owner was looking on approvingly from a balcony; noting how perfectly she was keeping time and how well she was lifting her legs.

Jasmine bit down on her bridle, appreciating why it was called a bit. She found it soothing, as a baby would a pacifier.

She enjoyed the feel of her tail as it flicked between her thighs. The unwanted intrusion had turned into a pleasant reminder of her state; the movement of her legs only made it more noticeable and pleasurable. If Jasmine had thought about it she would have to admit that Jane would never have approved of having anything stuck up her bottom – now she was loving it.

Her sense of time disappeared. All that mattered was keeping her head up and lifting one leg after the other as she pranced round and round, every step making her more of a ponygirl, cementing in her mind that she was a ponygirl.

Chapter 13.

Her owner was careful to see that she was rested as well as exercised.

When she was taken back to the stable, he took the simple precaution of securing his ponygirl by clipping a chain from the wall to her collar. She was an animal after all and he didn’t want to have her wandering off. Jasmine didn’t even notice.

Her bridle was removed, but she didn’t think to say anything.

To be honest she was exhausted – both mentally and physically. Her body had never had such a work out and her mind never subject to such an array of intense and conflicting emotions. She felt everything.

As she fell asleep, a little bit of the old Jane crept in to review events. She was amazed at the success of her pony adventure – in less than 24 hours she had been transformed from a confident young woman into a dependent, docile and totally willing ponygirl. If that could happen after just one day, what would be the result of another day’s training? Would she be able to readjust to normal life? Would she even recognise normal life or had her fate now been sealed forever as a ponygirl?

Chapter 14.

The sun rose to find Jasmine already harnessed.

She had been fed and watered. The pellets she had to eat reminded her of a rather bland form of muesli. She knew that they were careful blend of nutrients and vitamins to keep her healthy and in her prime. They also contained plenty of roughage.

Drinking from a trough had been a bit of a challenge and she was careful to only take small sips during breaks in her training. She looked forward to when her bit and bridle was removed and she could take long drinks before her feedbag was attached. It was a difficult to get right, but Jasmine found if she concentrated she could get into a good rhythm with her chewing. She also knew that being fed this way was specially designed to aid her digestion and also see to it that she ate just the right amount of food.

Of course what went in had to come out. Jane was shocked the first time she peed in public, just the kind of reaction that was required to see that she retreated back into her mind so that Jasmine, her natural ponygirl self, came more to the fore. As for bowel movements … well her tail made that impossible. Instead Jasmine was treated to a daily “mucking out”. This was basically an enema and even Jasmine had to admit it was pretty gross – she thought of it as flushing any residue of Jane out of her system.

Chapter 15.

All of this had not happened in one weekend. After the first Pony Adventure Jane was addicted and had returned the very next available time. That was in a cage.

That first weekend had been so intense that Jane had required the Monday off from work – she took a “sickie”, something she never did. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts, to be able to relive her experience of a being a ponygirl. Before the day was up she decided she must have more and was instantly in contact with Pony Adventures.

The cage had arrived the very next day. It sat in her entry way a constant reminder of her coming fate. She had no idea how she would explain it to any visitor who might drop round – thankfully few ever did. So it didn’t bother her too much.

For her second adventure, Jane had booked a long weekend. Where she worked wasn’t happy with her taking off Friday, especially as she had been off on Monday. She might be the least paid, but she was the best worker and the practice suffered in her absence. Jane didn’t care. She was wearing the special harness and chastity belt under her clothes each day and it just made her feel so good.

A second letter had arrived with the cage.

Jane found following the instructions in the letter gave her a purpose that was otherwise lacking in her life. A few weeks ago she never would have even thought her life had no purpose – her work gave her everything she needed to feel fulfilled. How wrong she’d been. It was now clear to her that her goal was to become Jasmine, the best ponygirl she could be.

Wearing her new high heels to work caused a sensation. She’d always been a sensible shoe girl and wasn’t sure how to take all the attention she created so she just ignored it. She found the heels comfortable and having left the unlocking device at home couldn’t remove them anyhow. Apart from her blouse and skirt she was locked into breast harness, chastity panties and fuck-me heels. She did wear a cardigan over her blouse as its thin material tended not too hide much of what she was wearing underneath – not an issue if she had been wearing her normal bra, but the breast harness, while doing an excellent job of providing comfortable support, did not cover her more pronounced boobs at all. She only took the cardigan off over lunch when the men in the office went out for their long lunches and in the evening when she worked back past five after everyone else had left for the pub. Needless to say she was always first in and so also left her cardigan off until her co-workers started turning up at nine thirty. No wonder she was so productive!

Another thing that made Jane such an effective worker was that once she started a task, she finished it. Of course these good work habits spilled over into her private life and so Jane was determined to finish becoming a ponygirl.

Still, the first time she stripped off and crawled into the cage and locked the padlocked on the clasp - a padlock for which she did not hold the key – her mind was doing somersaults at what was happening. She was a caged animal.

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From that point on aspects of Jasmine started to dominate her daily life. It was simple to maintain the diet of pellets and water. She had a pair of hooves to wear around her apartment – it did make walking in anything else very difficult, even painful. Soon Jane had found herself in the very strange situation of not owning any shoes.

After the first adventure she was kept in a chastity belt. Keeping it clean was a bit of a challenge, but Jane kept at it.

Clothes were a thing of the past too.

As was money.

Jane even changed her name to Jasmine.

Chapter 16.

The early morning sun reflected off Jasmine’s well toned body. For this very special day she was fitted out in her best bridle and harness. Jasmine knew she had to look her very best.

Jasmine had been with Doctor Peter a long while. She had been instrumental in progressing some of his sports medicine developments and practises. The special material and structure of her hooves meant at full gallop she could easily match the speed of Olympic athletes. She knew this from the races she had been entered into – and that was even pulling a pony carriage.

There had been some side effects. The “fine print” that had accompanied that very first letter had warned her that prolonged pony play could be difficult if not impossible to recover from. Jasmine was unable to walk in anything but her pony hooves and unable to have a bowel movement without “mucking out”. She was also totally without any money or possessions. Everything she used to have, which was considerable, had either been given to Doctor Peter or transferred to him to pay for her adventures (initially) and eventual up keep when she had moved permanently into his stables.

The saying was true – “poverty is owning a pony”, even for a man of Doctor Peter’s considerable wealth.

Chapter 17.

And so today Jasmine was to be sold for the first time since she became a ponygirl.