Message-ID: <32157asstr$998543402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: orestes007@hotmail.com (Orestes) X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 22 Aug 2001 00:02:49 GMT X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: 21 Aug 2001 17:02:48 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} A Very Pony Weekend (f-solo ff ds) by Orestes Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2001 01:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman A Very Pony Weekend By Orestes orestes007@hotmail.com www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Orestes *** This work is copyright (c) 2001 by Orestes. You may download and keep copies for your personal use as long as all author related information and this paragraph remain on the copies. I don't mind if you send it along to a friend, repost it to an appropriate newsgroup, or post it to your adult-oriented web site, so long as you don't charge money for any of these activities. No alteration of the contents is permitted. *** -Please note, this story is a sequel to a story I wrote last year, "Pony Girls". You might enjoy this more if you read the original story first. I reposted it to this newsgroup last week. Otherwise, you can find it at my author site on ASSTR. Allison sat alone outside of the headmistress' office. She fidgeted nervously with the friendship bracelet on her wrist. She wasn't really afraid that she was in trouble for something she'd done. It would be tough to find real trouble at a place like Loyalist Academy. It would just seem out of place. Her grades were good. She was doing well on the track team. Recently, she had even been less prone to challenge the teachers about the biased viewpoints of the course material. No. There was no reason that she could think of to think that she might be in trouble. She wasn't really afraid. She just felt... singled out. That was the one thing that you didn't want to be in Loyalist Academy; alone. The hallways were charged with group politics. Everyone stuck to their own little cliques for safety. Despite the fact that Allison had chosen a group of friends who were definitely outside the pecking order of popularity, she was still constantly aware of the need for camouflage. Moments like this, singled out from her group, it was clear how vulnerable she felt away from her friends. When the door cracked open in invitation, Allison straightened her kilt and entered the office. Then she stopped in her tracks. " Mom ?" " Hi Allie. " " You didn't tell me you were coming. " " I was in the area for business, and the flight back was mis-scheduled, and..." she stopped short, perhaps realizing how she sounded, explaining away her first visit in months as the fluke of an inept travel agent. She opted instead for a hug and an appraising look at her daughter. " I can't believe how different you look. I love the way you've done your hair. " The compliment having come from her mother, Allison suddenly felt self-conscious about the intricate braids that Brooke had tied into her hair after track practice the previous day. Yes, she looked different. There was no way that she would have gone into public school looking like this. Aside from the official dress code here, she had acquiesced to the unofficial styles of her new friends on the track team. She wore her hair longer than before, and always in the braids that her younger team-mate so carefully tied each day. Allie's wrist and ankle were adorned with the simple, colourful friendship bracelets from her new friends. She even wore make-up now. It was applied lightly, but it was a definite departure from Allie's more casual style when she was in public school. None of it was anything to be ashamed of, she had to remind herself. It was just different. It was much more girlish than she would have allowed in the past. Here, it fit in perfectly. It even felt good, spending the time to look pretty with the other girls in the group. It was only with the inadvertent exposure to her old life that Allison felt weird about it at all. " I was just talking to Ms. Chamberlain about how you're doing here. " The older woman waited silently for Allison and her mother to take their seats across from her desk. She wasted no time on formalities. " As I was telling your mother, Miss Fry, I have no reason to complain about your classroom performance. However, much of what needs to be learned here at Loyalist Academy happens outside of the formal classroom environment. I'm concerned that you are becoming somewhat... shall we say, isolated... from the social interactions of the school. " So many times in this school, despite her natural instincts, Allison had learned to back down from conflict. Most of the time, it just wasn't worth fighting over the little indignities imposed by the teachers and other students. Maybe it was the presence of her mother that brought out her adversarial nature. Allison wasn't sure. All she knew was that her heart was beginning to pump, and that this conversation was heading in a bad direction. " I have lots of friends, " Allison replied slowly, challenging either woman to test the assertion. The headmistress proceeded with slightly more caution, noting the tension in the teenager's voice. " The peer group you've chosen is perhaps not a wide enough representation of the kinds of students you can benefit from knowing at Loyalist Academy. They keep to themselves. " " That's not fair, " Allison argued. " It's not just us. Everyone does it. They all have their own friends, and nobody really makes an effort to include anyone outside of their own little cliques. " The headmistress turned her arguments towards Allison's mother now. " The girls that your daughter has chosen to associate with are not well accepted here. They're here on money borrowed from an educational trust fund. All they do is participate in the track and field program, and visit a local stable to tend to the ponies. It's a narrow set of interests that makes them fit in poorly in the social atmosphere of the school." " This is totally unfair, Mom, " Allison took her turn. " She just doesn't like my friends. They're not rich enough. They don't come from prominent families. They don't play the stupid politics that all the other girls do. " " Politics are a part of life, " her mother countered. Allison should have expected that response. Her mother was a political lobbyist, after all. " They shouldn't be. " " But they are..." " You're the one who sent me here. I was just fine in my old school. I had to give up my friends once already. Now you want to choose my friends for me here too..." " Don't be so melodramatic, Allie. " " They're nice girls, Mom. They really are. They're so much nicer than the other snobs and bullies around here. Don't you want me to hang around with nice people ?" " In a perfect world, you would get to choose whoever you want to be friends with, and I would hope that they would be as nice as you are. Sometimes you have to deal with people who you don't get along with right away. Even at your age, it's something you need to learn how to do. " It was a losing argument. Allison could feel it. She could feel the heat of tears coming to her eyes. " Oh, come on Allie, " her mother tried to console her. " It's not like I'm asking you to drop these girls altogether. I just want you to keep your options open. I want you to see the benefits of the connections you can make in a place like this. I understand that you've received an invitation from your roommate to spend the upcoming long weekend with her family. " Sandy ? How could her mother possibly know about the invitation ? " I think that you should consider going for the weekend. " " Or..." there was still a challenge in Allison's voice. " Or ?" the team pressed their captain for answers that afternoon at practice. " Or I don't get to go to any more track events. " The girls tried to hide their disappointment. They had all worked so hard this season, and Allison felt really awful for putting it at risk. " It's okay, " April tried to make her feel better, " you don't have to worry about us. Do what's right for you. " The Asian girl gave Allison a hug. The other girls circled around and patted her on the back in support. Everyone else seemed willing to accept the injustice of it. Allison had been stewing about it all night, and was less able to drop the issue. " I'm sick of Sandy making trouble for me. Everyone makes sure that she gets whatever she wants. I'd really like to fix her. " A silence took hold of the group. The other girls lowered their eyes, and wouldn't answer. This was another one of their quirks. Whenever the topic of conversation turned to Sandy Inverness, they became reluctant to speak out. It was just one more oddity that Allison had learned to accept in her friends. It was one more piece in the puzzle that made them Pony Girls. A couple of months before, Allison had confronted Skye about it. The tall blonde girl had bitten her lower lip, and looked around as if Allison had sworn in a cathedral. When she responded, her words were chosen carefully. " Inverness keeps some of the best ponies in the country. For most of the girls, it would be a dream come true to eventually be chosen by Sandy's family. We have to show the proper amount of respect. " To be chosen. To become a pony. To belong to Inverness Stables. It all burned shamefully in Allison's belly. First, she had accepted the way the girls washed each other in the showers, and helped each other with their hair. It felt good. It was harmless. Teamwork. Then, she had learned about the ponies, and it didn't seem so innocent to her anymore. Every touch of Brooke's hand on her body was a silent confirmation that they were all being groomed to one day become ponies themselves. The girls accepted it passively. It was just a part of who they were. It wasn't so easy for Allison. The gentle touches of Brooke's hands served to arouse her body. The images of the ponies in their stables, or racing at the meet, were commonplace in her night time fantasies. It was all new to her, and she was intrigued by the eroticism of it. What the other girls saw simply as their role in life, Allison was both attracted and repulsed by. It was all overwhelming. At the pony show, she had given in to her curiosity, and joined the girls in the junior pony trials. That's where the real trouble had begun. Just thinking about the way the show judge touched her body made her horny. It felt so shameful, to be graded like an animal, and to let the woman with the dark-framed glasses slide her fingers down the front of her panties. All of the other girls had watched Allison involuntarily hump the judge's hand. The touch lingered with her still, but it was what the judge had written on her scorecard that had followed Allison home. A perfect pony. A hot little pony. It was a secret that bound her, whether she liked it or not, to her roommate. None of the other girls in school would understand the outlandish lifestyle that the Pony Girls were so eager to embrace. Allison barely believed it herself. But Sandy knew. Sandy knew all about the ponies. When Allison had first arrived at the school, Sandy had tried to warn her away from associating herself with the track and field team. Allison had persisted with the team despite Sandy's warnings. Since she had learned about Allison's pony trial, she had been unbearable. She looked at Allison differently. They were no longer rivals. They weren't quite friends. They just shared a secret that Allison was too ashamed to even speak about. Allison tried her best to ignore the smug, superior attitude of her roommate. She tried her best to avoid the girl altogether, which was, of course, impossible. At the end of the day, they shared a bedroom. Sandy would pretend to read a book while Allison undressed, but they both knew that she was watching. She acted like she was entitled. Sandy was an owner, and Allison had taken the first shaky step towards voluntarily becoming property. Sandy appraised her roommate like she was window shopping for something very expensive indeed. The very thought of it was pure humiliation for Allison. The idea of being a pony... being the centre of attention... being groomed and cared for by girls like Skye... submission to being treated like livestock... it was all unaccountably sexy to Allison. The idea of belonging to Sandy, however, gave her butterflies in her belly. Nonetheless, she rarely made it ten minutes after the lights were out before she found herself rubbing herself beneath the covers. It was a shameful nightly ritual that strengthened the secret bond between the two girls. " You don't have to hide it, " Sandy would whisper across the few feet that separated their beds. Allison never could hide it for very long. She cursed her lack of restraint as the movements of her body made the bedspread dance in the moonlight. " I'll bet you're thinking about being my pony, aren't you ?" Not yours. Anyone's but yours. " I can't decide what colours I want your headgear to be. I think you would look pretty with a polished silver headgear to hold your mane, don't you ? I'd give you silver hooves to match. I hear it's a little painful when they bind your hands like that, but it should look amazing. And I definitely want your nipples pierced. I want you to sparkle when you come out for a show. " Sandy would talk like this the whole time, making plans for her ponies. It got a little repetitive, but she seemed to enjoy teasing her roommate with the images. " I'd love to put little pink ribbons in your mane. You'd look just darling. Would you like that, Allie ? Hmmm ?" " Yes, " Allison would sometimes whisper faintly, in a moment of weakness. Recently, Sandy had begun talking about the long weekend. " We'd have such fun together if you came over to my house. I'd introduce you to my father's stable, and all of the other ponies, and the girls who take care of them, and the trainers... we could still stay in my room together, but we'd have so much more privacy than in this place. I have so many plans for you..." The climax would come to the sound of Sandy's cooing voice, and the squeaking of Allison's bed. Moments later, released from images in her head, Allison would feel an intensity of shame that she knew would last well into the next day, when she would avoid Sandy's gaze in the hallways. " Mmmm... you liked that, didn't you ?" Sandy would end the night with a final taunt. Which would bring the ritual response. " Fuck off. " It was this burning shame that left Allison so determined not to give in to her mother's bullying. Everyone was pushing her in one direction or another. The teachers. The headmistress. Mom. Sandy, and all of her snobby friends. The only time she felt really accepted was when she was with the Pony Girls. They might have kept their own odd ways, but they never asked Allison for anything except friendship, and that was something easy to give. Brooke was like a little sister. She paired off with Allison automatically, and they helped each other in the shower, and with their hair, and make-up. It felt wonderful, allowing the younger girl to touch her so intimately. Of course, sometimes she would find herself watching Skye and Cindy, and wishing that maybe she could trade partners and have Skye to herself. But then, that could be embarrassing... being so close to the lean blonde girl, Allison wasn't sure she would be able to keep her cool. She wouldn't want to expose her secret feelings for Skye, and ruin the comfortable intimacy that these girls had always shared. No, it was better to stay with the expert hands of young Brooke, and take what guilty pleasure she could from watching Skye from across the room. But the warmth of being with the track team couldn't last forever, and eventually, as always, Allison would end her day in her room, alone with Sandy Inverness. On this day, she was in no mood to be played with. " Hi Allie, " Sandy greeted her, almost sheepishly. There was something in the girl's voice that made Allison pause. She sounded almost... apologetic. " Before you say anything, I just want you to know that I didn't plan on this, " her roommate began to explain. " I didn't expect my dad to talk to the headmistress. It wasn't fair at all. I'm really sorry. " Those were unexpected words, considering the source. Sandy was never sorry for anything before. " You know I might not be allowed to run anymore ?" " I know. It's stupid. That's the last thing I would have wanted. Trust me, I really want you girls to do well in the regional track meets this year. " Of course she did. It would prove that the Pony Girls were a good investment. There was no genuine sympathy here, Allison realized. It was just Sandy protecting her own interests. " So what do you suggest I do ?" Sandy probably had a plan. She always had a plan to get what she wanted. " Well, I was thinking..." she tied not to sound too rehearsed, though she had obviously planned her sales pitch, " ... you could spend the weekend at my house to satisfy your mother and the headmistress, but it wouldn't be so bad. I won't make you sleep in my room. You can have a room of your own. You could even bring a friend if you wanted. You don't have to hang out with me at all, if you don't want to. " " It would only be three days, and then I'd tell the headmistress that we got along, and you'd be back on the team, and I won't bother you about it again. What do you think ? " " Let me sleep on it. " But sleep was hard to come by for Allison that night. The offer sounded fair, but Sandy couldn't really be trusted. It all came down to what kind of a risk Allison was willing to take to keep her place amongst the Pony Girls. When she really thought about it, the answer to that question was fairly obvious. She couldn't stand the thought of being separated from her team. Although she pretended to herself that she was still deciding whether or not to go, her mind had spun ahead to the second question; who would she ask to come along ? In this way, Sandy had already won this battle. It was just a matter of time before Allison relented. Beneath the covers, Allison toyed with her friendship bracelet again. Brooke had woven it with care. The energetic girl with dark hair was a natural choice. It was just natural for Allie and Brooke to pair off after practice, and help each other in the locker room. Each of the Pony Girls had partners. Skye had Cindy. April was inseparable from her younger companion, Chelsea. In reality, though, Allison felt she had a lot more in common with Skye. The older blonde girl had given up her position as captain of the track team to allow Allison to fit in. She had guided Allison gently into the world of ponies. She was smart, and fun, and was the only girl on the team who could challenge Allison at all on the track. And Allison was in love with her. Or something like that. It was complicated. *** Allison dropped her Adidas gym bag on the unfamiliar bed of the room she would share with Skye for the weekend. The bag was heavier now than when they had started out this morning. She hadn't packed much. It was only a weekend, after all. It was a mid afternoon shopping trip that had changed things. It started out as Sandy 'just picking up a few things'. Allison and Skye had followed her politely into the mall. It all felt silly even then, following her like a couple of sheep through the boutiques of this upscale mall. Neither one of the girls felt at ease here. Allison's upbringing, despite her mother's social climbing, had been firmly middle-class. Skye was hard to classify. She was a Pony Girl, and this kind of place wasn't meant for her. For Sandy, on the other hand, this was her most natural environment. Here, her money gave her ultimate control. " Why don't you try this one on ?" she suggested to Allison. " You have the right figure for it. " " Oh, I'm not really looking for anything. " " Don't be a bore, " she snapped, in a tone that would have had her other school friends scrambling to please her, but which had always made Allison that much more defiant. Sandy backed up and tried another approach. " Come on. I'm just trying to be nice. I know you didn't really want to come this weekend. The least I can do is take you out shopping a bit. How about you, Skye... do you want to try something on ?" Skye was no pushover normally either, and she was every bit as uncomfortable with this as Allison was, but she relented more easily. She had been this way the whole trip, stoically accepting Sandy's bullying without reaction. It made Allison mad to see Skye tiptoeing around their wealthy host, but she knew that Skye's silent acceptance was probably the best course. It wasn't worth arguing. The whole thing just got out of control from that point. Sandy gained confidence with every purchase, and now, Allison shook her head silently as she unpacked the new clothing from her bag onto the oversized bed that Sandy had led them to. She smirked when she held up one of the cotton tops to her chest. " It's not so bad, " joked Skye. " In a Martha Stewart sort of way. " " Very cute. You're one to talk. You let her buy you twice as much of this stuff. " " Jealous ?" Yes, Skye was definitely the right choice to bring along. She had Allison in a better mood already. She was great. She kept a level head the whole time, and was polite to a fault, but Allison could tell that that they were always thinking the same things. Skye was just as sarcastic about all of this as Allison was. She just hid it better. Skye's calm, polite demeanour was exactly what Allison would need to get through this weekend. It was funny. In reality, it was Skye who had more at stake here. The tall blonde girl had spent her whole life looking for a chance to become a real pony. She had spent years hiding her lifestyle from the other students and the teachers at the Academy. The only time she could be honest about her aspirations was when she visited pony events, or when she was alone with the girls from the team. Now, she was here as a guest in the house of one of the most prominent pony owners in the country. Sandy had already hinted that there might be one of the judges here as a guest for the weekend. If Skye made a good impression, it would go a long way towards insuring that she reached her goal. But she wasn't the nervous one. Allison was. It bothered her to think that Skye would give up her independence to belong to upper class snobs like Sandy Inverness. It was an outrageous choice, really, for a girl so smart and pretty. What bothered her most, however, was that ever since she had learned about it all, she had been feeling the forbidden allure of it herself. Allison knew she couldn't possibly choose this life. Her mother would die. It would be a betrayal of her independence. Of her intelligence. It would be a choice to become just a pretty plaything, to be traded, judged, and used to entertain the privileged class. But why did it excite her so much to think about it ? That's why this was so much harder for her. She could never quite understand Skye's decision to become a Pony, but in some ways, she envied the peaceful acceptance that the older girl embraced. " I guess we'd better get ready for dinner, " Skye said. Allison's attention returned to the pile of clothing that she had been bought at the mall. It was just another one of Sandy's put downs. The casual clothing that Allison and Skye had brought along couldn't possibly be good enough. No. Sandy had to buy them something more appropriate. And despite herself, Allison was wondering whether she should be changing into some of the newly purchased clothing right now. Skye was facing the same dilemma. They had left the academy this morning wearing the white blouse and blue kilt that was their uniform. It had been a long time since anything else had even been necessary in Allison's wardrobe. The dinner would be with Sandy's father, and several guests. The jeans and T-shirts that Allison had packed away from the previous year would probably be too casual. Skye only paused a couple of minutes before deciding to wear the new clothing Sandy had bought her. Allison had to admit that the blonde girl looked cute in the new clothes, but she couldn't quite bring herself to do the same. It would just seem too... submissive, to spend the weekend in clothing chosen by her school roommate. She wore her jeans, which were tight enough to be flattering anyhow, and a little blue T-shirt that just barely came down past her belly button. Screw it, she reasoned. If it was too casual for the Inverness household, they shouldn't have invited her. When it came to choosing her underwear, however, Allison allowed herself the luxury of a silky set of pink underwear that Sandy had chosen for her. She even had Allison model them for her. " You look lovely in pink, " she had complimented, and at the time, Allison had blushed. The bra had a little pink ribbon tied down the centre. The whole thing was way too 'cute' for Allison to choose herself, but they felt good on, and wearing them beneath her jeans and T-shirt, there was no way that Sandy would know that she had made this little concession. But it gave her a little charge of excitement anyhow. Pink panties. Pink bra. A little pink ribbon. Hadn't Sandy sometimes talked about decorating her in pink ribbons ? She couldn't quite remember. As it turned out, Sandy was dressed casually too. The dinner was a little barbecue on the back deck of the house. Their wealth was obvious by the furnishings of the house. Allison found herself looking for little imperfections that would prove that this family, too, belonged to the real world. It was hard to find anything that fit the bill. Sandy's mother was in spectacularly good shape for a woman her age. She came back from an afternoon tennis match with a female friend, who turned out to be one of the Pony judges that Sandy had alluded to. " This is my mother, Tabitha, and this is Jody Campbell..." Sandy told her guests, giving such emphasis to the latter woman's name that there was no doubt that she was an important person. Sandy's father was busy working the barbecue, but the guests who surrounded him were just as impressive. Skye nudged Allison and whispered in her ear. " That's Mr. Silveira, probably the most respected Pony Trainer in the country. And I'm not sure, but I think the other guy is from the Parsons stable. Jesus, it's like a who's-who of the sport. " Sandy seemed smug. One more time, she was proving both her importance in the world, and her ability to manipulate everything to turn out the way she wanted. When she had offered to let Allison bring a friend, it was just her way of raising the stakes in their little game. Now Allison had no choice but to continue playing, if for no other reason than to keep from embarrassing Skye in front of people who mattered to her. It still baffled Allison, how such a strange lifestyle could gain acceptance amongst the upper class. It was clear that no one here was embarrassed by their involvement in what amounted to slavery. It certainly wasn't mainstream, but these people talked about it as if they just were keeping horses or dogs. " There's no way that the Medsgers should have taken the team title in San Jose. Did you see how dehydrated the ponies were ? It's a poor example..." " Come on, dear... " Mr. Inverness interrupted his wife. " They throw enough money at their purchasing agent, and show up for all of the events. By sheer coincidence, they were bound to win something eventually. Besides, not all of their ponies were in bad shape. I might find room for one or two of them when they decide to get out. " " And when do you suppose that will be ?" asked the man who Skye had identified from the Parson's stable. " Oh, they can't last long. With the kind of money they've been throwing around, I'm surprised they're not out already. Sam just doesn't have the deep pockets he pretends to. From what I hear, they sold their house on the big island. " " You don't say... " And the conversation went on that way... a mix of social gossip, financial speculation, and the business of keeping ponies. The three girls ate quietly, letting the adults dominate the conversation. Skye seemed in awe of it all, and Allison could see that she was mentally recording every moment to share the gossip with the other prospective ponies back at school. Only when Sandy made mention of Skye's bloodline did the adults pay any attention. " Skye's mother took the national title twice, as I recall. " Everyone paused. It took Sandy's father only a moment to regain the moment. " Oh, yes, honey, you were telling me about one of the girls at your school, weren't you ? I forgot that we had her over for the weekend. " He then explained to his guests, " I've offered to let Sandy choose a pony for herself as a graduation present. As I recall, this one is the daughter of Lewis' Amber Mystique. " How Skye kept her composure while the whole group of guests turned their attention to her, Allison couldn't figure out. They were eyeing her now as something to be appraised. The show judge, Jody Campbell, had piercing eyes. She was comparing Skye's features to various breed standards she had memorized. It made Allison nervous just being near her. She prayed silently that Sandy would be kind enough to leave her out of the conversation. All of this talk about Ponies was giving her butterflies in the stomach. As it was, Sandy's father took the lead. " And you must be Sandy's roommate. Allie, isn't it ?" " Yes. " " Your mother works in Washington, as I recall. Your headmistress mentioned it to me. " " She's a lobbyist. Um, she works with Arthur Pembroke. " " My goodness... I was on the phone with Arthur last week. What a coincidence. Your mother wouldn't be Pauline Fry, would she ?" " Yes. " The world was quickly compressing itself around her. If any of this pony stuff ever found its way back to her mother, Allison's life would be over. She desperately hoped that Sandy hadn't mentioned anything about the pony trials to her father. " Allie has an interest in Ponies too, Dad..." The blood was draining away from Allie's face. " Is that right ?" " Yes. I mean, her being my roommate and all, it's only natural that I share all of my secrets with her. When I told her about the Ponies, she was really interested. I don't suppose her family has money to keep a stable, but that shouldn't keep her from being involved, should it ?" " Goodness, no, " interjected Jody Campbell, " there are plenty of ways to be in the hobby, and being a friend of the Inverness family will always make you welcome at the events. If you're really interested, you could be a trainer, for instance. Or even a judge one day. " It was a minor reprieve. Following Sandy's lead, everyone was assuming that Allison's interest in the Ponies was the same as their own; as objects for her amusement. It reduced the risk that anyone would go to her mother about it, but it also very quickly coloured the way the adults treated Sandy's guests. Skye was immediately dropped from the conversation. She was fine to be appraised, and the adults would look at her body quite freely, almost rudely, as she continued to eat her dinner. Allison, on the other hand, was treated like a kindred spirit. It seemed a foregone conclusion that Allison was lucky to have Sandy as a friend. The adults, as they consumed their alcohol through the evening, were increasingly open, and passed on their wisdom to the girl who they believed would follow their lead into the hobby. Some of it was reassuring. Tabitha Inverness sat beside her at one point, and gave her a confidential little smile. " Don't worry, dear. I'll make sure that none of this gets back to your mother. I can see you're a little tense about it. " Much, much, more than a little tense, actually. " My parents wouldn't have understood either. I guess it's an old money thing. Once you've pushed past the moral limits that... well, let's be frank, that a lack of money imposes on most people... this kind of thing seems a little less shocking. It's still outrageous if you stop to think about it. I don't know... I mean, when I first got together with Philip, it surprised the hell out of me that he had a few willing slaves that he took care of. And that was before her really even got interested in the Pony business..." And what followed was a wink, wink, nudge, nudge conversation about how Sandy's mother had become accustomed to sharing sexual servants with her husband. It was a conversation to which Allison nodded politely to move along, but in reality, made her skin crawl. What kind of people were these ? But at least there wasn't a danger that they were going to run to her mother. Some of the following conversation was more than a little disturbing. It was strange how easily these people dropped any reference to the Ponies actually being human women. At one point, Allison, perhaps a little tired of hearing all of the snobbery against the other Pony stables, asked a question that she regretted before it fully passed her lips. " What's the difference, though, if a pony belongs to a good stable... I mean, a girl could win a race no matter who she belongs to, and she'll look just as pretty no matter who she belongs to, and could win a title anyhow, right ?" " A good question... " Philip Inverness seemed amused that the teenage girl was so bold as to challenge them. Jody Campbell was the one to furnish an answer. " Maybe that's the way it should be, Allie, but it's not the way it works in the real world. Trust me. I've worked the dog show circuit too, and you can't underestimate the political part of either hobby. " It was beginning to sound like a lecture that Allison's mother would have provided, if the subject matter weren't quite so outlandish. " An amateur breeder might think he has a good Springer Spaniel, or an Australian Shepherd to show. And he might be right. So he signs up for a local dog show. But the oddest of things happens. He doesn't place. And why not ? Because the dog wasn't handled properly. Because it wasn't groomed like the others. Because the judges didn't know the dog. " " And I hear it all of the time. People new to the circuit come in like gangbusters, ready to do whatever it takes to make their dog a champion. They'll learn how to groom. They'll hire a handler. They'll show up for every event within driving distance, just so that the judges will know who they are. All so that 'Tanner' will have a chance at a title. " Jody let her words hang in the air for a moment. There was a silent "and...?" " And, maybe he'll win a little something, but he'll never get the attention that he thinks his dog deserves. This is why there's such a turnover rate amongst new entrants into the sport. After a while it dawns on them that they'll never be able to afford to travel to all of the national events. They'll never be able to create the awareness amongst the judges that it takes to win the big events. " " Now, maybe their dog was something special. Who knows ? I've seen a few. But the best dog rarely wins. It's always a fight amongst the top breeders and handlers, and if I waste my vote on an unknown animal, I'm just making it easier for some other judges to unduly reward their friends with a win. " " The same goes for Ponies. I mean, the sport does have its roots with individual masters, and individual ponies. These were girls who did this as a kinky little secret after they worked the day shift at some office job, but it's all changed a lot since then. Now, the best ponies are kept by the large stable, who can afford to allow them to live as Ponies much more completely than would have been imagined thirty years ago. And competitions have become a matter of politics nearly as much as merit. " " Skye here is lucky to have attracted the attention of a good owner early on. She has good breeding, and might be a real champion. If she had been picked up by some less prominent stable, she would never get the attention she deserves. " " But that's not fair, " Allison found herself arguing. It was an argument she had been on this end of too often in recent days. Sandy's mother cut in. " That's the way it is everywhere, darling. It's always about politics. I mean, there's this internet erotica newsgroup I sometimes participate in, for goodness sake, and you'd think that there would be no reason for politics, but..." Allison was almost glad that Tabitha had once again hijacked the conversation towards her own personal concerns. She didn't have the stomach to listen to Skye's probable future be discussed so coldly. With the adults back into conversation, Allison found her way to the cool grass a few feet away, in the shade of a Japanese Maple. Skye didn't follow, but Sandy did. It was an awkward moment. " Thanks for..." Allison tried not to choke on the words, "...um, well, thanks for not telling them about the Pony Meet... and..." " It's okay, " Sandy sat down beside her. " Really, who knows if you'll go through with it ? I mean, with your mother's connections, you could really go either way now, couldn't you ?" " Yeah, I guess. " Sandy had a wickedly smug little smile going, though. She leaned in to her newly acquired friend, and whispered into her ear. " But you are wearing the pretty pink underwear I chose for you, aren't you ?" Allison didn't know how to respond. She just froze while Sandy had her way. " Just sit still. No one can see, " Sandy coaxed, as she ran her hand along the hem of Allison's T-shirt. Allison could feel her heart quickening while she allowed this to happen. It was just one more little indignity. It was the price of Sandy's silence. Sandy ran her hand up inside the back of the cotton shirt, and stopped when she could feel the fabric of the bra her roommate was wearing. " It sure feels like the one I picked out for you, " she taunted. " But there's only one way to really find out." Her agile fingers unsnapped the clasp of the bra, and the tight fitting garment fell loosely forward in Allison's shirt. Allie wanted to fight back. She wanted to pin Sandy to the ground and spit in her face for treating everyone like property. Instead, she allowed the girl to undress her slowly and discretely, in the shade of the Maple tree. Skye looked over a couple of times, but it wasn't clear if she knew what was going on. At one point, under Sandy's guidance, Allison brought one of her arms into the sleeve of her T-shirt, and squirmed out of the shoulder strap of the silky pink bra. A minute later, Sandy was fishing the entire garment out of the opposite sleeve. It was no surprise to Sandy, of course, that she was right. " Yes, you do look pretty in pink ribbons, Allie. Maybe you'll be my Pony after all. " *** Sandy was careful on the following day. She had almost pushed Allison too hard at the barbecue. After being stripped of her bra by Sandy, she spent the rest of the night self-conscious that someone would notice the shape of her bare breasts beneath her T-shirt. Every time she thought about it, she hated herself for allowing it to happen. What she hated most, however, was the way her nipples remained erect and sensitive in response to the exposure. If it hadn't have been for Allison's feelings for Skye, this weekend would be over. But that was one of Sandy's skills, practised over time with her schoolmate... her ability to push ever so close to the edge, but knowing when to lay back a bit. It had worked, Allison had to admit. She was still here. She was still playing along. And every conflicted feeling she had towards this perverse form of human slavery was percolating in her imagination. Now, Sandy was playing innocent. She brought the girls swimming in a pond near the perimeter of the property. The route she chose brought them directly past the stables, but she made no offer to give her guests a tour. Allison tried to keep her eyes to herself, but curiosity was a magnetic force, and she itched to catch a glimpse of these women who were amongst some of the most acclaimed ponies in the nation. Skye was curious too, but she composed herself better. That was her way. Even last night, after meeting people who could play such an important role in her future, she had gone to bed with hardly a word about it. She just cuddled up to Allison, and fell asleep. It was a wonderful feeling for Allison, to be this close to Skye, and another reason that she didn't really want to cut the weekend short. After swimming, Sandy brought the girls back past the stables and to the house for lunch. Here, in what Sandy tried to make appear as an unplanned encounter, they shared a table with some of the stable staff. " This is Mindy, and Raya, and Fiona... they help out in the stables, " Sandy introduced the young girls. Were these girls hoping to be ponies someday too, Allison wondered. Did they attend a private school nearby, like the other Pony Girls ? Allison was too stubborn too allow herself to ask, and admit her curiosity to Sandy. All through the day, Sandy kept her silence about the Ponies, preferring to talk about shopping, and vacations, and her friends from Loyalist Academy. Always, there were little reminders about the stables, but she seemed willing to wait her guests out. She had such bloody confidence that eventually they would ask to visit the stables... it made Allison sick. The girl was insufferable. Allison's reaction was to deny Sandy her prize. She wouldn't ask. She wouldn't give in. It was a battle of wills, and as the day progressed, she could see that Sandy was becoming frustrated. When evening came, after another perfectly catered meal, the adults excused themselves for a night out socializing downtown. The large house suddenly seemed quite empty, most of the servants having gone home for the day as well. The tension that had been building all day between the three girls was suddenly palpable in the silence of the estate. Sandy watched her two guests from across the dining room for a while before making her declaration. "You're just too stubborn, Allie. That's your problem. People try to do nice things for you, and you just won't let them. " Allison rolled her eyes. Another Sandy Inverness tactic that would have made her school friends scramble for her approval. " Fine. If you want to spend the rest of the night sulking in your room because of what I did to you last night, you can go ahead. But I know you want to see the ponies. I mean, that's why I wanted you here in the first place. " Amongst other reasons, Allison was sure. " And if you want to see them, tonight's the night. None of the other guests will be around, and so we could meet the ponies in privacy. By tomorrow, Daddy will have sent most of them away to train with Silveira, and you'll have missed your chance. Well, if you want to be stubborn, then fine. But don't ruin things for Skye. I'll be out at the stables. " It was a dramatic little monologue that left Allison groaning. " She thinks that she can manipulate us so easily. " " And you play right into it... " answered Skye. " What ?" " I can see that you let it get to you. The way that she taunts you. The way that she bullies us. I saw the way she practically undressed you last night at the barbecue. And you let yourself get emotional about it." The unexpected criticism burned even more because it came from someone that Allison felt so strongly about. " So what was I supposed to do ?" " It doesn't matter what Sandy does. Not even to me. I mean, we all try to impress the owners, but in the end, the only thing you can control is yourself. I'll do what Sandy says because that's what I choose. It's the same with all of the ponies. We allow ourselves to be displayed, and raced, and we are trained, but we do it by our own choices, because we like to be admired and..." " So I'm supposed to just go along with whatever she says..." " No. You just do what you want. You didn't have to let her take of your bra last night, but you did let her. Now you're ashamed of it. But you don't have to be. I don't think you did anything wrong. " It was a philosophy that spoke from all of Skye's manner since Allison had known her. It was a silent acceptance of the world that Allison had admired as Skye's inner strength. " I guess I could try it, " Allison said. " You don't have to. I just think it would make things easier for you. " " But I'd still like to kick her ass..." Skye gave a wide smile, and put her arm across Allison's shoulder. " Yeah, I know. " The girls stayed there a couple of minutes, in a comfortable embrace, before Skye spoke up again. " So, do you want to go see the Ponies. " " Yeah. " " Me too. " When they took the walk across the field through the fading light of day, Sandy was waiting with a smug expression at the doorway to the stables. A warm light poured out gently and invitingly from the inside of the building. It didn't matter, Allison resolved. She was going to try to enjoy this in the way that the other Pony Girls would; like the way she had when the had gone with them to the Pony Meet earlier in the year. And indeed, as soon as Sandy led out the first of her championship stable, Allison was able to stifle her emotions about the bullying tactics. " This is Jade, " Sandy held the pony by her bridle. The woman was lean and tanned, and had all of the poise of a champion. Her natural black mane was spectacularly long, held in place by what was obviously an expensive head gear. Her hands were bound into similarly decorative hoofs, which hung uselessly in front of her. The woman's breasts were displayed with a set of gold chains connecting her nipple rings. Her pussy was shaved hairless to allow an unobstructed view that her genitalia had been similarly pierced. " She finally took a racing title last year, and so Daddy is breeding her now. The fertility drugs make her a little hard to handle sometimes. Hormones or something. So he's sending her for some extra training tomorrow. " Jade trotted obediently around the room, obviously eager to prove that she wasn't really hard to handle. Her ass was branded with the mark of the Inverness stables, a diamond shaped marking with a stylized "I" in the centre. Soon, Sandy bored of showing off this girl, and tied her back into her stall. The next pony she brought out seemed to impress Skye right away. " That's Inverness' Angel Above... she won three conformation titles this year, and it's only her first year..." First year. That meant the girl was probably only eighteen. Allison was amazed. This pony was only a few years older than Skye and herself, but the way she carried herself, it was like she was a different breed. Her light brown mane was straight and shiny. Her skin was clear and smooth in the way that all of the Pony Girls worked towards. Her body was perfect in proportions. Maybe she wouldn't be a great runner, but she was stunningly beautiful. " May I brush her a little ? " asked Skye. Sandy seemed very pleased by how impressed her guests were. " Of course. " The way that Skye approached the Pony was a sharp contrast to Sandy's handling. Skye talked gently to the pony as she stepped up behind her, and began to brush her mane softly. It was a tenderness that gave rise to an involuntary surge of jealousy in Allison. Sandy caught the look, and walked over beside her. Once again, it seemed like she had something planned. " Now that we're here, I was thinking that maybe you two would want to play a little..." Condescending, arrogant... " Play ?" Allison asked, as calmly as she could muster. " Well, since we're all alone, except for the Ponies, of course, I thought maybe you would enjoy trying it all on for size. Skye would look amazing in some of this gear. And Allie..." " Oh, I don't think I'm ready, " answered Skye politely, but for the first time of this trip not going along with Sandy's antics. " I want to wait until I'm chosen. " She continued to groom the pony, trying not to be confrontational. The answer was a surprise to the wealthy girl. She had obviously expected the tall blonde to jump at this opportunity. And despite how being around the other Ponies aroused Allison, she wasn't volunteering either. " Come on... it'd be fun..." " Then why don't we dress you up, " suggested Allison, surprising herself by keeping a straight face. " Well, we can't *all* be Ponies. " Allison's mind whirled. If she could just get Sandy to bite... " How about we all take a chance, maybe do a contest or something ?" Skye looked worried. She could see what Allison was trying to do. " I don't know..." she tried to discourage this from going farther. Even Angel seemed to be surprised by where this was going. The pony stood still to be groomed, but Allison could see that she was listening. " And whoever loses becomes the Pony ?" asked Sandy, obviously intrigued by the idea. " Yes. I'm willing to risk it if you are. " " And what are we going to play... I'm not going to be suckered into a race or anything..." Skye tried again, "Guys, I'm not really comfortable with..." But the rivalry between the two roommates washed over her objections. " No. Nothing either of us has an advantage at. Just a game of chance or willpower, " Allison agreed. She knew she was going overboard, and letting Sandy push her buttons, but if this went well, she could really humiliate Sandy. If it came down to pure willpower, she was sure she would win. The answer was at hand. Sandy smiled wickedly when she approached the cabinet and tipped the door open. Inside were various leather straps, obviously intended for punishment. " These won't cause any real harm. We just use them for training. We each take three blows... and whoever gives up first gets to be our model Pony..." " Okay, " Allison jumped at the deal, pushing past the idea of how twisted this scene was becoming. Her focus was on beating Sandy, and now there was the chance to do so... literally. Then, Sandy surprised both other girls by volunteering to go first. She was obviously as pumped about this little contest as Allison was. She roughly led Angel back to her stall, and then returned to play the game. She leaned forward against the wall to brace herself for the coming blows. Then, she reached down and lowered her jeans and panties about half way down her ass. Allison realized that her heart was racing. This was better than anything she could have imagined. The pale skin of Sandy's ass was inviting punishment. Allison took one of the leather straps from the cabinet, and stepped up behind her. " Mmff, " Sandy exhaled quickly. " You can do better than that. " The second blow was more challenging. She jumped noticeably. Allison wound up for a third time, and was anxious to see another reaction like that. But then her turn was over. Sandy was breathing heavily to compose herself, but stayed in position. After a few seconds, she even asked for more. " Okay... it's Skye's turn now..." " I don't want to, " the tall girl refused to take the strap in her hand. " Come on, " Allie whispered. " There's no way we can lose. Look at her bum. It's red already. Please. Do this for me. " Allison felt bad about pushing Skye into it, but she really wanted to win, and just a couple more blows would do it. The trouble was, even when Skye relented, and stepped up to strap Sandy's behind, the blows were soft and didn't tempt Sandy to quit the game. Once she was done, Sandy backed away from the wall, and pulled her jeans up slowly. Her face was red, but there was the glint of excitement in her eyes. She had made it past her turn. Now someone else would be on the receiving end of the leather. Sandy chose Skye to go next. Skye looked nervous. She stepped slowly against the wall, and pulled down her shorts. " Panties too, " Sandy insisted. Then the punishment began. Allie tried to be gentle on her friend, but two of the blows landed harder than she intended. By the time Sandy took her turn, Skye was shaking a little. She was obviously nervous about losing. " One... mmm, how you jump... and... two, my... I don't think she'll last much longer, do you Allie ? Here we go... " she gave Skye some time to surrender, and then gave her a final stinging blow. It was a worrying for Allie to see her friend to upset. Skye didn't step away from the wall for a minute, and when she did, Allison could see tears in her eyes. " I don't want to do this, " she whispered to Allison. " It wouldn't be right for me to be treated like a pony before I'm chosen. I don't think I can keep playing. " " Just hang in there, " Allison pleaded. " I think I can get Sandy to quit on the next round. " But first she had to suffer through her own turn. One... two... three blows from Skye. They weren't hard, but they stung more than Allison anticipated. Next, it was Sandy standing behind her, and there would be no mercy from her. " You are so stubborn, " Sandy whispered, in that bedroom voice that Allison was accustomed to masturbating along with. " Maybe this will teach you a lesson..." And the leather came down with a sharp cry on Allison's flesh. She jumped against the wall, and braced herself for another hit. But Sandy was taking her time, apparently enjoying the sight of her roommate bent over, her ass ready for punishment. " Do you really think you can win ?" the question was punctuated with a second hard blow. Yes, Allison answered silently. I can win. Even if I have to take a hundred blows, I can win. The third took equally long coming, Sandy waiting until Allison's body was tense with anticipation. Her punishment over, Allison straightened, and tried not to show how painful it was to pull up her jeans. Of course, now it was Sandy's turn again, and Allison spared no mercy on her. The three blows struck exactly the same patch of flesh, causing the wealthy girl to squirm and whimper in pain. She had probably punished her Ponies with this severity before, but Allison was willing to bet that this was the first time the girl had ever known how it felt from the other side. Once again, however, Skye was too reverent of Sandy's position as a Pony owner to finish the job. She landed a couple of minor blows, but it wasn't enough. And then, to her growing anxiety, it was her turn against the wall. Allison was beginning to get a sick feeling. She had practically forced her friend into this position, and now, for the first time, she was afraid that Skye might lose. Sandy was more determined that she had anticipated. Now, she punished Skye with the same cruelty she had given Allison. " You don't look like you're handling it too well, " Sandy told her whipping post, and then gave her a wicked blow. " In fact, you look like you're ready to give up already. " Skye cried out when the second of Sandy's blows came down. " Come on, Skye... you know you want to be a Pony... why not just be one tonight ?" " It's not the right time, " the girl answered quietly. This was obviously something that she felt strongly about. The third blow almost made her knees buckle. Allison was as gentle as she could be with her three blows. Nonetheless, Skye looked ready to pack it in. She was scared, and it was showing. It was nothing that Allison would have imagined about her friend. Skye was always the strong one. When Allison took her second turn against the wall, and lowered her jeans and panties, she was torn. She knew that she could handle this. She knew that she could win. But Sandy had her number. She whispered slowly into Allison's ear as she prepared her blows. " Skye doesn't look like she'll make it another round... so it looks like you have a choice, Allie. Maybe you can hit me hard enough next round to make me give up. But I only have to get through three more blows. Just three... and then I'll have Skye..." A whistling blow caught Allison off guard, and she had trouble stifling a vocal reaction. While she recovered, Sandy continued her trash talk. " You know what, Allie... I really hoped it would be you... I was planning this for so long... and I would have made you so pretty, and we would have had a lot of fun... and it could still be that way..." she rubbed the leather suggestively against the tender pink skin of Allison's rear. " But if I have to take Skye tonight, I guess that'll do. And once I have her as a Pony, I'm going to really take it out on her ass. This isn't the end of it for her. No way. I'll take out one of the big whips specially for her. " " With you, I would have been nice and gentle... but you're too stubborn... I don't know why you always want to get the best of me, when all I want to do it treat you nice... but with Skye, well, I'm just going to..." And then the leather came down one more time, as a demonstration of her point. Allison bit her lip, and tried to block out Sandy's voice. " And of course, she would accept the punishment, because she wants to belong to me someday..." " I give up. " " What ?" Sandy gloated. " I give up. You win. " The heat of humiliation came to Allison's face, and she tried to hold back her tears. It was all too clear to her now that she had made a foolish decision, tempted only by the thought of turning the tables on Sandy. She hadn't really even thought about the stakes if she were to lose. Now it all came to her in a rush of shame. She was Sandy's pony for the night. It was exactly what the little rich girl wanted. It was what she had been talking about for weeks. And now, Allison stepped away from the wall, and tried to put on a brave face in light of what she knew was about to happen. Skye stepped in for a quick hug. " Thank you, " she whispered into her friend's ear. She knew that Allison's surrender was for her benefit. " It's okay. I got you into this. " Sandy wasn't rushing the moment. She was accustomed to winning, but the glow in her eyes told the girls that this victory was especially sweet for her. It was as if she had just bought something really special, and was enjoying the idea of watching it be gift wrapped. " All right, Pony, " she said slowly, circling her new possession, " let's see your body. Don't be shy, now. Ponies aren't shy, are they Skye ?" " No, " the girl answered quietly. Allison couldn't help but be shy. Or ashamed. Or something. She dropped her eyes to the floor as she pulled her T-shirt over her head. " The bra too, " Sandy coaxed. " Every time you change clothes in our room, you hide yourself from me. It's time I get a good look at what Daddy's going to buy me. " Sandy knew exactly what she wanted. She had probably rehearsed this scene in her head a hundred times. Allison fumbled with the clasp of her bra, and then revealed her breasts to the other girls. In the cool of the evening, her nipples were hard and swollen. " Mmmm... those are very nice, " complimented Sandy. " Don't you think so, Skye ?" " Yes. " A wave of arousal tickled Allison's body. Skye had seen her naked before, of course, but this was different. Skye was looking at her in a different way. Like a pony. " You can take off your jeans and panties now, " Sandy gave her permission. Slowly, Allison kicked off her running shoes, and pulled her clothes down. Her ass was still stinging from the punishment game. It was just another sensation that she knew would be wrapped up in her memories of this scene. When she was fully naked, Sandy took another moment to savour the position she was in. She circled Allison the way that a show judge would, assessing her body for proportionality and flaws. Sandy reached out and touched Allison without any hesitation. She ran her fingers along Allison's belly, and then, as she circled, the backs of her thighs. Allison's breathing was ragged from the unwanted sensations. This wasn't the way that Brooke touched her, but it had the same effect on her body. " The Junior Pony Judge was right... you are a hot little pony..." It had been months since that day at the pony meet. Allison had stood the same way in front of the judge, with a number marked on her stomach as identification. The scene had repeated itself in her head countless times, but never became less perplexing to her sexual imagination. Why would something like this turn her on ? Why would she ever allow herself to enjoy this ? " You have beautiful hair, Allie. Straight, auburn, and I love the braids that you Pony girls always wear. And your eyes are such a clear green. It's a wonderful combination. Your body... well, you know it's perfect for this. Perfect firm little tits. A lean body. It's like you were built for running. You were just born to be a Pony. " Born to be a Pony. She had heard that somewhere before. A shudder went through her body as she felt Sandy's fingers touching her... down below. Allison couldn't hide it. She could feel the wetness against her roommate's fingers. " Yes, definitely a natural. " She stepped back, and then took command again. " Skye, go and get a knife from the cabinet. We have to take off those silly bracelets. " " But those are my..." Allison began to protests. The slap came quickly, and surprised Allison into silence, but it wasn't meant to hurt. " Ponies don't talk, " Sandy warned. " And I have every right to decorate your body the way I want to. I don't want those silly friendship bracelets on my pretty Pony. Skye, get the knife. " The tall blonde girl obeyed her reluctantly, retrieving a knife from the cabinet. It was a short, sharp knife that was no doubt uses to cut leather straps of the tackle when it became tangled. Skye approached her friend. There was sympathy in her eyes, but she dropped to her knees and cut the friendship bracelets from Allie's wrist and ankle. Skye took the frayed cotton bracelets, and carefully tucked them into her pocket for a later return. It was strange, but Allison suddenly felt more naked, completely stripped of her identity for Sandy's little game. But the makeover wasn't yet finished. " Bite down on this while I tie it on, " she commanded. The wooden bit was well worn, having the teeth marks of other young Ponies indented into it. Sandy strapped it expertly around the back of Allison's neck, and then pulled her forward by the leather straps. Allison almost lost her balance, not accustomed to the way Sandy could steer her movements by the head. Sandy only paced her around the stable a couple of times before tying her to a post to fit her with the rest of her pony gear. " I've got the perfect headgear for you. " Allison waited in position while Sandy went to retrieve the rest of the gear. Skye stood beside her, and while Sandy was gone for a minute, she held Allison's hand. It was comforting to know that Skye was still here for her. " Here. Skye, you tie in the head gear. I'll work on her hoofs. " True to Sandy's bedtime imagination, the headgear and hoofs were ornate, and polished silver in colour. Sandy began the laborious task of binding Allison's hands tightly into the hoofs. From behind, Allison could feel Skye gently taking out the braids in her hair. It was a calming sensation, and for a few minutes, Allison tried not to think about the impending humiliation. By the time Sandy was done with the decorative hoofs, Allison could feel the headgear being tied in tightly with a new set of intricate braids. Skye was obviously well practised at this, and was able to do it with a minimum of painful tugging. She did it with the gentle reverence that she reserved for the real ponies. " And now the tail. I want her to look perfect. " The tail was a more uncomfortable proposition. Allison had seen the intricate tail pieces that show ponies wore, and they were supported on the body, in part, by a plug that fit into the rear end of the pony. When Sandy pulled out the tail piece that she wanted, Allison's eyes went wide in anticipation of the large plug that was attached to it. " Are you sure she can take it ?" " Of course. We use plugs like this all of the time on new ponies. " " But Allie is younger than most..." The argument was pointless. Sandy wanted what she wanted. She visited the tackle box once more, and brought out a tube of lubricant. Allison was tied onto place, and couldn't move away when she felt the soft plastic of the tube pushed against her exposed ass. Sandy was quick to insert the tube, and squeezed the warm oil into the new pony's rear entrance. When she pulled it free again, Allison could feel the clear liquid escaping her body, and running down the back of her thighs in a most undignified manner. If the headmistress could just see how the weekend was turning out... Next, she was assaulted by a much larger intrusion between her ass cheeks. She tried to protest, but the bit was tight in her mouth, and all she could do was whine at the discomfort. " Hold her still, " Sandy commanded. A moment later, Skye's hands were on her hips. So often, she had allowed herself little fantasies about the touch of Skye's hands. Now, she was being handled like an animal by her friend, and the feeling was intense. The blonde girl was obviously experienced at handling ponies. The grip she took made it almost impossible for Allison to resist the insertion of the tail gear. The plug slid slowly and painfully into its shameful position. Skye's hand then tied the tail gear in place around Allison's hips, the plug itself not enough to support it. While Skye was securing the tail gear, Sandy added the finishing touch; she tied two long pink ribbon's into Allison's mane. Both of the girls stepped back to admire the new gear on Allison. " God, she's a pretty pony... " commented Sandy. She stepped close again, and touched Allison's body. She cupped one of Allison's little breasts in her hand, and pinched the swollen nipples between her fingers. In this position, tied to a hook on a wooden beam, and her hands bound uselessly into little silver hoofs, it was only natural that Sandy could touch her however she wanted. " When you're mine, " Sandy told her, " I'm going to have nice silver rings in your nipples, and I can't wait until I get to use the branding iron on you. Usually, we let the stable master do it, but I really want to be the one who marks you as my property forever." Her hand was wandering downwards. " I can tell that it excites you. " Denying it would be pointless. The proof was as easy as a gentle stroke to her clitoris. " It turns you one to think about wearing my mark to the competitions, and the way that all of the little girls will look at you enviously, because you're the prettiest pony at the show. You'll love the way that everyone pampers you, and grooms you, and wants to be near you. " Sandy withdrew her teasing fingers, and Allison whimpered just a little. This was so close to her fantasies, it made her body ache to delay her climax. But what happened next was worth waiting for. Sandy ordered Skye to groom the new pony. The tall blonde girl approached her team mate with the gentle reverence she gave to the other ponies she took care of. The touch of her hands was like heaven. Sandy watched from a few feet away as Skye brought out a bucket of warm water, and began to wash Allie's body. It was easy to become lost in the sensations. Skye washed away the slick lubricant that had escaped Allison's rear entrance. She washed the dirt from her feet, and used a gentle brush to scrub her legs. It was a slow, careful cleaning, and so much sexier than the way the Pony Girls helped each other in the shower room. Finally, when Sandy was satisfied with how clean Allison's body was, she gave the final command. " Give pleasure to my pony now. " It would have been impossible for Allison not to anticipate this moment. Skye's had been on her knees, so close... so close... and Allison's body was shaking. Now, the beautiful girl leaned forward, and brought her lips to Allison's crotch. She could barely handle the intensity of the sensation, but Skye was practised at this, and eased into a gentle rhythm. Sandy approached again, and began to whisper into Allison's ear. " I think I want to do this again tomorrow night. But you won't resist so hard next time, will you... not when you have this to look forward to. " Shut up, Allison wanted to tell her. This was almost perfect. Skye was looking up at her, her blue eyes dancing with pleasure. Skye wasn't doing this because she was told to... she was doing it because she wanted to. It was an almost perfect moment, but Sandy's voice kept coming. " And when we get back to school, things are going to be different between us. You're going to keep wearing the underwear that I buy for you, and a pink ribbon in your hair, and you're going to hang out with me and my friends. You'll eat what I tell you to. You'll do everything I say. I'll still let you play with the other Pony Girls, of course, but only because I want you to become a perfect little pony for me..." Shut up. I don't want you. I want Skye. I just want... this... forever. It will never be like that. The sensations were outside of her control. Her body was humping back and forth with animal lust. But it wasn't the tongue between her legs that finally pushed her to orgasm. It was the wicked tongue against her ear. " And at night, you'll be all mine. If you've been defiant at all during the day, I'll give you your punishment. I'll teach you to be an obedient pony for me. I'll dress you up the way I want to, and I'll play with your body, and when I'm good and ready, maybe I'll ride your face like you're doing right now... after all... ponies can't have all the fun..." Fuck you... came the ritual response to Allison's mind, but it was never enough to stop her from an orgasm. *** Comments can be forwarded to: orestes007@hotmail.com All of my stories can be found at: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Orestes -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+