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Chapter 7 - Decision to become a pony girl
This work also appears at http://www.ranch.demon.co.uk/
Lucinda, an attractive 26-year-old advertising executive, is bored
with her shallow job. Peter, a 39-year-old ex-football playing
network trouble-shooter from America, introduces her to the world
of pony-play. She seeks a hedonistic but trusting relationship
whereas he wishes to add her to his long list of trophies.
A Pony Tale chronicles her experiences and challenges during
this journey.
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Chapter 7
Decision to become a pony girl
As she sat on the loo she reflected upon the decision she'd made to
accept Peter's invitation to participate in this strange activity. On
the one hand, it was definitely weird and in some ways quite creepy. On
the other hand, it could be a great laugh and everyone she'd met was so
nice. The main thing was that it was something that Peter wanted dearly
for her to do.
She had the distinct impression that if she'd said 'No' their
relationship would have stalled which made her concerned about how much
he loved her.
Did she love him?
She couldn't easily answer that. She was very fond of him and it was
great to have someone around to share her life with. She knew that one
day he'd be going back to the States when his contract finished. As
things currently stood she would not have gone with him and she knew he
wouldn't have stayed in the UK to be with her. For the time being she
still needed her own space and the current situation was fine. But,
maybe, things might develop into something more enduring in time.
In the meantime, here was a chance to have a lot of fun, and a lot of
interesting sex it seemed, without getting over hung up on
'relationships' and 'commitment', the rocky areas upon which her love
life had previously foundered.
Plus, she reminded herself, some super boots and a rather fetching tail!
'Yup,' she mentally high-fived herself, 'it was to be.'
She dried herself and stood up. Then, hitching up her skirt and sucking
in her waist she peered down at herself. She'd always had great legs
and, after a bikini wax, she'd have a dainty little pussy again to make
any Master proud.
Suddenly she had an idea and grinned.
She let her panties drop, stepped out of them and put them in her bag.
Then she folded the waistband of her skirt inside to take an inch or so
off the length and smoothed it straight.
'I may as well start performing now' she thought and opened the cubicle
door.
'Hi' said the reflection of the girl who was retouching her make-up in
the mirror.
'Oh! Hi' said L, 'I'm sorry, I hadn't realised anyone was waiting.'
There was only the one cubicle.
'No problem, I only wanted to check my face. Your first time here?'
'Yes. It's been quite an eye-opener' she smiled, getting her brush from
her bag. She moved next to the girl to share the mirror. 'May I?'
'Sure' she moved across, 'It can be quite a shock. But you seem to be
quite excited by it all. You're grinning like a Cheshire Cat!'
Lucinda beamed as she brushed her hair,
'That obvious eh? My boyfriend has just asked me if I'll be his Pony
Girl'
The girl, who was in her late teens or early twenties, also beamed and
turned to her,
'Hey. That's really cool! What did you say?'
'Thank you, and yes. I will be. I mean, I have. Now. For certain.'
Before Lucinda could think, the girl hugged her and gave her a little
kiss on the cheek.
Lucinda blinked.
'Oops, I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist it. You look such a great
couple and I'm really pleased for you, and jealous too! If you ever need
another pony to play with...'
Lucinda was speechless. She looked at the girl who was unashamedly
staring straight at her.
'You'll make a very pretty pony, your boyfriend is a very lucky guy,'
she continued.
Lucinda felt her paranoia return a little.
'Do you know him?'
'Me? Not really. I'm a member of the BDSM club here and heard you were
visiting tonight. I saw you both on the top table and,' she smiled
sheepishly, 'followed you in here.' Her face softened and Lucinda
thought she was about to kiss her again, 'I was serious about another
pony to play with you know.'
'Er yes. OK. I'm not sure. Things are moving very fast for me.'
'No probs.' She touched L's hand, reached into her bag and slipped a
business card into L's hand. 'I'm Cat, Catherine, give me a call if
you'd like to meet and chat sometime.'
Lucinda looked at the card and smiled.
'Pleased to meet you Cat, I'm Lucinda.' She didn't know whether to shake
hands or kiss the girl. Instead she changed the subject, 'We should be
getting back, I guess'
The girl laughed.
'Sure. Take care.' She winked as Lucinda squeezed past.
As the door to the ladies' loo closed behind her, Lucinda stopped in the
corridor and took a deep breath.
Wow. Was that a pick up? She felt a delicious tingle in her loins. Maybe
a threesome wasn't such a bad idea.
Stop it girl! She chided herself.
But, hang on. A few hours ago you were Little Miss Innocent and now
you're you've just seen a guy with weights dangling from his willy, a
happily married woman having multiple climaxes in public and been
standing knickerless in the loo in a BDSM club while flirting with a
lesbian!
And you've agreed to become a pony girl.
She smiled. Too bloody right I have. Peter was not the only lucky one
tonight.
She took a deep breath. Put her hand on the door handle.
Bye, bye innocence, make way for Lucky Lady!
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