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"Pony Girls"
Story codes: f solo, fF, ds

By Orestes

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   " When were you going to tell me about these ?" Allison picked the
fight with her mother as soon as she came back from an afternoon
meeting. She held in her hand a pile of brochures for private schools.
They had been on her mother's desk in the study.

   " Relax, Allie... I haven't made any final decisions. "

   Fine. Negotiations. It was a game the two were well practised at.
Since early on, Allison's mother had given her permission to be a bit
rebellious. As a single mother, and a successful political lobbyist,
her mother had given her every example of how to be assertive. It
shouldn't surprise her now, Allison reflected, that her daughter would
fight against being sent to a private school for girls.

   Allison just wasn't prepared for how firm her mother was about it.
Despite Allison's academic successes in the public school system, and
the fact that she was the captain of the track and field team, her
mother was insistent. She just felt that Allison would be better
prepared for college by a private school.

   " I'm only fourteen years old, " Allison complained. " Your already
planning my whole future. "

   " Don't look at it that way. I'm just keeping open all of the
options. The friends you make in private school will be valuable
contacts in whatever career you choose after college. "

   " And if I decide not to go to college..."

   She just had to push her luck. She actually had every intention of
going to college, but had said it just to annoy her mother. The
negotiations were over.

   So when the new school year began, Allison Fry found herself half
way across the country, sitting amidst a sea of school uniforms in the
assembly hall of Loyalist Academy. Girls aged as young as ten years
old packed the auditorium, and each of them sported the white blouse
and blue kilt of the school. This kind of conformity stuck in
Allison's throat. In the public school, she had been given relative
freedom. Here, she listened in silence while every rule of conduct was
announced.

   As stifling as the school policies were, Allison was even more
struck by the social atmosphere of the school. To say that the social
groups were well defined would be an understatement. Most of these
girls had been together for years. Small cliques of girls socialized
exclusively within their own groups. They sat as groups in the
classrooms, and ate together at lunch. The contrast to the diverse
social groups of public school was startling.

   Just by force of gravity, Allison found herself being pulled in to
the social orbit of her roommate, Sandy Inverness. With a wealthy and
prominent family, Sandy was at the top of the pecking order in her
little group of friends, and she had an attitude to match. Allison had
no high profile relatives to speak of, and the other girls paid her
little attention. Worse yet, they seemed to look upon her as Sandy's
sidekick.

   A fate worse than death, Allison was certain. Nonetheless, for the
first two weeks, she tried her best to fit in with these girls, and
hated every minute of it.

   " What teams are you trying out for this year, Sandy ?" one of the
older girls in the group asked, on the day that the sign-up sheets
were posted.

   " Oh, I thought I'd try for field hockey or the swim team. "

   " Me too", " Yeah", " Same here", the phrases echoed around the
lunchroom table. The peer pressure was sickening. Allison could see
the same scene being repeated at tables all around the cafeteria, as
the different groups of girls discussed their options.

   " I think I'll go for track and field, " responded Allison, when
one of the younger girls finally got around to asking her. A silence
fell around the table. The other girls didn't approve of her choice,
but Allison was beyond caring. There was no way she was going to let
these pompous socialites control her every move.

   After lunch, Sandy pulled her aside.
 
   " I really don't think you want to join up with track and field, "
Sandy told her.

   " Why not ? It's my best sport. "

   " Look, Allison, you're a nice enough girl, but you have a lot to
learn about fitting in. Just stay with me, and I'll guide you along.
The girls on the track team just aren't popular in school. They're in
a social class all by themselves. Actually, they're a little bit
weird. Trust me. If you want to fit in, you'd better stick to the
other team sports. Why not try field hockey ?"

   There was something about the condescending way that Sandy was
talking that made the hair on the back of Allison's neck stick up.
God, she hated being told what to do.

   " They couldn't be all that weird, " Allison stuck to her guns. "
And I don't know why everyone here is so hung-up on their own little
groups. If you ask me, that's what's weird. "

   So much for fitting in with Sandy's clique. Allison signed up for
track and field that afternoon, and by the next day, she was virtually
ignored at the lunch table. Sandy shot her a couple of looks, as if to
say 'I told you so.'

   Allison didn't hold out much hope for fitting in with the girls in
track and field either. Their group was just as established, and
perhaps more so. She had seen them in the hallways of the venerable
academy, walking together like some sort of herd. They were all thin,
and pretty, and seemed to spend a lot of time brushing their hair, and
applying make-up.

   Another group of snobs, she thought to herself. Not that she wasn't
pretty in her own way. In fact, in public school, she had been quite
popular with the guys. Her body was lean, and well toned. With
chestnut hair, and deep green eyes, she had turned a few heads. But
she had never been overly concerned about her appearance. On first
glance, she pegged these girls as arrogant.

   Her first day on the team proved her wrong. These girls were
definitely different than the other stuck-up brats who populated the
corridors of Loyalist Academy. They even cheered for her when the won
her first race against some of the other girls.

   " Good race, " one of the losers congratulated her breathlessly
with a pat on the back. The other girls were just as receptive. Before
long, they were all chatting, and getting to know Allison. They wanted
to know all about her public school, and her track and field team.

   " You have such long legs, it's no wonder you can run so well, " a
younger girl named Brooke complimented Allison.

   " Yeah, I'll bet you won a lot of competitions at your other
school, " agreed Skye, the team captain. The team didn't have a
regular coach, so Skye virtually ran the practices.

   Allison blushed a little. After two weeks of being left out by
Sandy Inverness and her stuck-up friends, she was suddenly the centre
of attention. She wondered why the other cliques considered these
girls to be strange. They just seemed like nice, pleasant girls. Come
to think of it though, that *did* make them a little strange in this
crowd.

   " I hope you don't mind me saying so, " added April, an Asian girl,
" but you have a great body. You were just born to be a champion
runner. "

   The girls were so friendly that Allison ended up hanging around
with them after practice. If there was anything at all odd about the
group of a dozen girls, it was that they spent an awful lot of time
after the practice showering and doing their hair. For Allison, it was
just a quick shower, and then she ended up waiting outside for over a
half hour while the others finished up.

   Oh well, she thought. It's not the most unusual thing in the world
for teenage girls to be concerned about their appearances. In fact,
she felt a little self conscious herself when they all came out
together, smelling of perfume, and with their hair freshly braided.
Soon, however, she was talking and chatting away with them like old
friends.

   What Sandy had said turned out to be true. Even more than before,
most of the girls in the school avoided her now. They were all
bitches, Allison concluded. She couldn't imagine why anyone would try
to exclude nice girls like Skye, Brooke, and April.
 
   She found herself comfortably fitting in to the group, and spending
time with them during the day. It didn't seem like there was any
particular hierarchy amongst these girls. If anything, they all seemed
to pay special attention to Allison.

   Conversations in the group revolved around dieting, track and
field, and there was quite a lot of chat about ponies. It seemed that
this was a common hobby amongst the girls, and most of them even
helped to take care of ponies at a nearby stable. Their interest in
the ponies was so pronounced that Allison learned that the other girls
in school dubbed the team the "Pony Girls". They all laughed about
that.

   At first, Allison felt a little left out of their interest in
ponies, but just when the conversation seemed to be going too far in
that direction, one of the girls would change the topic.

   Track practice went well the next day. Spurred on by encouragement
by her team mates, Allison ran the mile track in her best personal
time. As she crossed the finish line, she could hear the other girls
cheering her on.

   " I think that maybe we should consider Allison as team captain, "
offered Skye, when the team met at the end of the day.

   " No, you've been captain for years, " Allison tried to turn down
the offer.

   " Don't worry about me, " said Skye, " I just want to do what's
right for the team. " The other girls chimed up in agreement.

    " I think that settles it, " concluded Skye. " So what are the
orders, captain ?"

   Allison smiled widely." Hit the showers, ladies. "

   The mood in the showers was bright, and Allison couldn't help but
feel more than flattered. She had only known these girls for a couple
of days, and she already felt totally accepted. On this day, she
didn't rush to get out of the shower. Better to take as long as the
other girls, than to wait outside for them for a half hour.

   As she soaped herself up, little Brooke was nearby.

   " Hey, Allie, do you want me to wash you ?"  An odd suggestion.
 
   She was about to decline, but she noticed that Brooke's suggestion
wasn't out of place amongst the other girls. Through the steam of the
showers, she could see that most of the girls were actively washing
each other. She usually kept her eyes to herself while in the showers,
but this was just too odd to ignore.

   " Uh, no thanks. "

   " Okay, but would you mind getting my back. "

   Allison looked around the room again. For these girls, it seemed
like this was normal behaviour. No one seemed surprised at all when
Allison reluctantly began to lather up the young brunette's back.

   For a moment or two, she considered whether all of the girls on the
track team might be lesbians. It would certainly explain why the other
girls at Loyalist Academy seemed to shun them. While continuing to rub
soap onto Brooke, Allison took another look around the room. No, there
was nothing sexual going on at all. If anything, it just seemed like
the girls enjoyed helping each other out. A curious sort of teamwork
or something.

   Nearby, a young girl named Cindy was on her knees, washing the legs
of the former track captain, Skye. All around the room, the girls
switched back and forth, lathering and wiping each other down.

   Allison couldn't believe that she was the only one who thought this
was peculiar.

   " Thanks, " Brooke said, when Allison was done. " Are you sure you
don't want me to help you out a bit?"

   " Um, okay. "  She didn't want to seem uptight about it. If the
whole team had been doing this for years, who was she to complain ?

   The young brunette began to lather Allison's back. The feeling was
strange and sexy. Allison wasn't accustomed to having anyone touch her
this intimately. She had dated a few guys while in public school, but
had never gone very far with them.

   Brooke seemed unaware of Allison's nervous reaction. The young girl
first lathered Allison's back, and then began to soap up her behind.
She tensed a little, but didn't stop the young girl as her hands
kneaded her ass. Allison checked the other girls again. No one was
watching.

   She couldn't help but feel awkward when Brooke dropped to her knees
and began to soap up her legs. Everyone else seemed so casual about
it. Was she the only one who felt there was something sexual about a
room full of naked young girls rubbing each other ? She had never
really been attracted to girls, but it was hard for her not to be
aroused as Brooke began to lather up her inner thighs. Her hands were
so close...
   
   " That's enough Brooke. Thanks. " Allison hoped the young girl
didn't see how flushed her face was.

   After the showers, the girls went into the locker room. As in the
showers, Allison was surprised by how the girls assisted each other.
Still nearly naked, they paired off to brush and braid each other's
hair. They even helped to dress each other. Again, Brooke offered to
help Allison, but she politely declined.

   The rest of the afternoon was as normal as could be. The girls
talked about ponies amongst themselves, and were just generally fun to
hang around with. When Allison returned to her room that night, she
was still puzzling over the locker room behaviour.

   " Are you enjoying your time with the 'pony girls' ?" asked Sandy
Inverness smugly. It almost seemed like she knew something about the
locker room.

   " Yes, very much, " answered Allison, a bit defensively.

   " Well, when you finally decide to leave them, there's a place on
the field hockey team for you. A girl as smart as you belongs with us.
"

   Fat chance, Allison thought to herself, while she prepared for bed.
With or without the odd locker room behaviour, she would still much
rather hang around with the pony girls than with Sandy Inverness and
her groupies.

   Nonetheless, once she was in bed, her mind was drawn back to the
feeling of Brooke's hands on her body. The perky little brunette was
completely unaware of how aroused Allison was by her touch. Her mind
flashed to the image of little Cindy on her knees, washing the long
legs of the tall blonde Skye. No, Skye didn't seem aroused either. For
them, it was just normal.

   Setting aside her inappropriate arousal, there was something quite
comforting about the idea of being washed, dried, and having her hair
braided by Brooke. She imagined that it must be that way for some
sisters. It was a feeling she had never known. In fact, given that
these girls had been together for years, it wasn't so strange that
they would behave this way, she tried to justify.

   Okay, maybe it was a little strange. But there was no pressure for
her to participate if she didn't want to. As long as nothing was being
forced on her, Allison figured she could live with any quirks that the
pony girls brought with them. And, she reflected, it was still a heck
of a lot better than hanging out with Sandy.

   As the next week went by, Allison became more comfortable with the
girls. In fact, day by day, she became less uptight about showering
with the team. She allowed Brooke to help her wash, and returned the
favour for the younger girl. She still couldn't get over the feelings
of arousal as the young girl scrubbed her naked body, but she decided
not to worry about it. It was just a pleasant little bit of sexual
excitement, and went no further.

   She even paired off with Brooke after showering, and let the
younger girl brush out her hair, and braid it for her. She had never
worn braids before, but it actually felt good to let Brooke do it for
her. She returned this favour as well. It was such a pleasant feeling,
letting the young girl sit behind her on the bench and groom her this
way. Their bodies pressed up against each other as they silently
tended to one another. It was a sweet sort of intimacy.

   In the evenings, after she was in her own room, she would often
think about those long showers with the girls. She allowed the erotic
feelings that she suppressed during the day to invade her night time
fantasies. She imagined the feelings of Brooke's hands working over
her wet skin, those little fingers so close to her pussy. She thought
about the way that Skye looked, with Cindy washing her firm body. She
tired to be quiet when she masturbated herself, but she sometimes got
the feeling that Sandy was awake and listening. God, that was
embarrassing.

   Every day, her friendship with the girls grew. It was the kind of
intimacy that she had never known, even with her own mother. No one in
the group seemed self-conscious about anything. Allison really enjoyed
the closeness of the group of a dozen girls, and couldn't imagine what
it would be like to be at Loyalist Academy without friends like these.

   The only time she felt a little left out was when the girls would
leave campus to tend to the ponies. There were several ponies at a
local stable, and each of the girls had a personal favourite. Each
day, either in the morning, or after practice, the girls would walk
down to the stables to help feed and groom the ponies.

   " I like Kaitlyn best, " said Cindy. " She has such a beautiful
mane. "

   " Oh, I just love the way Lilly  jumps so gracefully. She's such a
pretty pony. "

   The conversation was a common one. These girls were just wild about
ponies. It wasn't a hobby that Allison had ever considered, being from
an urban area. As much as she liked hanging around with the girls,
this was one thing she felt awkward with.

   As they packed up after practice, the team got ready to walk down
to the stables.

   " Hey Allison, " said Skye, " why don't you come along ?"

   " Oh, I don't know. I've never really been into ponies. "

   " I just don't want you to feel left out, " explained Skye.
Everyone was so considerate of each other. It was just one more reason
that Allison really liked these girls. " If you don't want to help
groom the ponies, you don't have to. You can just watch if you want. "

   For almost two weeks, Allison had been left behind when the girls
went to the stables. It was a little uncomfortable being left out of
their conversations about the ponies, and Skye seemed really eager for
her to come along.

   " Okay, " Allison agreed.

   The group walked together down a path behind the school. Loyalist
Academy was set in a rural area, and the girls cut through an orchard
toward the stables. Most of the other girls walked ahead, while Skye
and Allison walked behind.

   " I'm really happy you joined the team, " Skye said. " You're
really fun to hang around with. "

   " I'm glad too. I didn't think I would ever fit in at a school like
this. "

   Skye had a beautiful smile. Allison was ashamed to admit to herself
that she might have a bit of a crush on the tall blonde girl. She had
found herself watching Skye while in the shower, and sort of wishing
that she could trade places with Cindy, and pair off with Skye. The
fantasies were harmless enough, and she would never do anything about
them.

   " Maybe I should tell you something about the ponies. We didn't
invite you before because we weren't sure you'd be okay with it. I
hope you don't think anything bad of us after you see the ponies. "

   " Why would I think that ? You're the nicest girls I've ever met. "

   " Sometimes when we're talking about the ponies, we change the
subject if you're around. A lot of people really don't understand
about them. That's why we don't talk much to the other girls at
school. "

   The group of girls took a path now through a wooded area. In only a
few minutes of walking, they had become quite secluded.

   " What do you mean ? " asked Allison. Skye looked a little
embarrassed.

   " I guess you'll see in a minute. We're almost there. Just remember
that everyone is here by choice. "

   Curiosity was killing Allison now. Over the past couple of weeks,
she had thought very little about the ponies. When they changed the
conversation, she assumed that they were just being polite. As they
neared the doors to the stable, Allison couldn't wait to see what was
within.

   The doors opened, and Allison got her first glimpse at the ponies.
Only, there were no ponies. Each stall of the stable contained an
adult woman.

   Allison squinted in confusion, as she looked at each of the women.
It was more than bizarre. The fist thing she noticed was that each
woman wore an elaborate piece of headgear. Each one was different, but
on each woman, it gave shape to her head of hair, and formed it into a
sort of mane. Another common feature was that each of piece of
headgear was strapped on to a metal bit in the women's mouths.

   The other girls began to open the stalls, and lead the women out by
leather straps attached to their bits. Allison realized that she was
shaking a little. Skye stood beside her, with a concerned look on her
face. Cindy brought out one of the ponies to show them.

   " This is Kaitlyn, " explained Cindy. "She's my very favourite
pony. "

   Pony ? Allison shook her head slightly. Why was this woman
accepting this treatment by a group of young girls. The tall, lean
woman was almost entirely naked. Aside from the headgear, there was an
outlandish apparatus protruding from her behind which simulated a
pony's tail.

   The pony's hands were bound tightly with cloth, and fitted into
little silver shoes that were styled to look like hoofs. They hung
uselessly in front of her. Her body was lean and tanned, and her
little breasts bounced firmly as Cindy paraded her in front of the
other girls. Little silver rings protruded from the woman's puffy
nipples.

   " What is this ?" Allison whispered to Skye, as the other ponies
emerged. Each one was adorned differently. Some of the headgear was
colourful, while others were plain black leather. The women were even
marked like livestock, she noticed. Kaitlyn had the marks of a
branding iron on her rear end.

   " Please don't be freaked out, " said Skye. " I told you that
everyone is here by choice. These ponies really like being here. If
you don't want to help to groom them, that's okay. I'll even walk you
home if you want. "

   Just like the strange scene in the showers, none of the other track
team members thought that there was anything strange here.
Occasionally, they would look to her for reaction, but otherwise, they
began a routine that they had probably done dozens of times.

   Also, just like before, Allison didn't feel any pressure to
participate. Skye was even offering to take her back to the school.
For some reason, she didn't want to go yet. Maybe it was just
curiosity. This was the most peculiar thing she had ever seen. In all
the time she had listed to the girls talking about ponies, she had
never suspected anything like this.

   " Uh, no I don't want to be any trouble. It's okay, really. I'll
just watch. "

   Skye smiled widely. " That's wonderful. I just knew you would
understand. "

   No, she didn't understand. Not at all. She just needed to know a
little more. She was captivated by the bizarre scene unfolding before
her. Skye went with the others, and began to carry over buckets of
warm soapy water to wash the ponies with. In all, there were four
ponies in this stable. Three of the girls attended to each.

   Skye, Cindy and Brooke began to wash down Kaitlyn with sponges,
while the pony stood tall between them. Everyone was here by choice,
Allison remembered what Skye had told her. Could it be true ? Could
this woman really want to be treated like a show pony ?

   Allison stood against one of the walls of the stable, and drank in
every detail of the scene. It was true that the ponies seemed to be
content with all of the attention they were getting. The young girls
almost seemed to worship them. Three pairs of hand gently soaped and
brushed each of the women's bodies. More thoroughly than even in the
showers, the girls washed every part of the ponies.

   In the course of the grooming, the tail piece, and headgear were
both removed from Kaitlyn. Allison watched as little Brooke stood on a
stool, and carefully detached the silver studded leather from the bit
in Kaitlyn's mouth. The metal bit seemed to be permanently anchored to
the woman's upper teeth, and stuck out a good two inches from either
side of her mouth.

   While the young brunette washed and combed out the hair of the
pony, Cindy attended to the tail gear. The tail was attached by a
leather strap around the pony's waist, and one end also plugged into
her rear entrance. Allison watched in amazement, as Cindy withdrew the
thick plug of the tail gear from Kaitlyn's ass without a sound of
complaint.

   In a moment, however, her attention was drawn to what Skye was
doing. The tall blonde girl knelt down on the straw covered floor, and
brought her lips to the well trimmed pussy of the decorated woman. A
knot rose in Allison's throat. As if everything else wasn't strange
enough, now the girl she had a crush on was performing oral sex for
the pony. Were these girls lesbians after all ?

   Around the stables, the scene was repeated with other girls. They
tenderly groomed and petted the magnificent bodies of these women,
while four of the girls dropped down to lick pussy. The ponies
revelled in the attention. Kaitlyn's nipples were hard from the
pleasure that Skye was providing. Her firm body began to buck a little
as she pushed her pussy insistently against Skye's mouth.

   As much as she wanted to, Allison couldn't avert her eyes. Brooke
continued to tend to the pony's mane, and after a brief cleaning,
Cindy fixed the pony's tail back into place. By this time, the Kaitlyn
was riding Skye's face in a most undignified manner. It was an animal
kind of lust that rose in her body, and the woman had no inhibitions
about acting like an animal.

   " Hold still Kaitlyn, I'm putting your headgear back on, "
instructed Brooke. The pony tried her best to obey, but as Skye
continued to lap at her pussy, she slipped into an orgasm. The sound
that she made didn't even seem human. It was a whine of pleasure that
somehow seemed appropriate for her position. Her hips thrust back and
forth wildly as Skye struggled to finish her. Only when the pony had
calmed entirely did the tall blonde girl release her lips from the
pony's clitoris.

   Allison couldn't watch any more. She felt like a real pervert,
standing there watching these young girls serve their ponies. With
trembling hands, she lifted the latch to the door, and let herself out
quietly. She waited outside the stables until the other girls were
done.

   She didn't talk on the way back to school. She was too afraid of
what she might say. Skye walked silently beside her. Allison tried to
banish the images from her head, without any success. Much like the
first time she had seen these girl behave strangely in the shower, her
head buzzed with confusion. Except this time, there was no way she
could explain it away.

   Allison was ashamed too, by her own reaction. Again, her mind was
drawn back to the showers, and the way that she had accepted the
touching as harmless fun, all the while, fantasizing about it at
night. Now, despite the outlandish nature of what she had seen, she
could feel how moist it had made her pussy. Her face flushed with the
shame of it.

   Just as they reached the school, Skye finally spoke.

   " I can tell that you think this is totally weird. I'm so sorry I
dragged you along..."

   " No, I mean... I don't know, " Allison didn't want Skye to feel
bad. " I mean, it was nice of you to bring me along. I just, um, don't
know what to think right now. It was a real surprise. "

   " Then you don't completely hate us ?"

   " No, not at all. It's just a lot to get used to. "
   
   " And you're not going to quit the team ?"

   Allison managed a weak smile. " I'll see you tomorrow at practice.
"

   Sandy was away for the weekend with her parents, leaving Allison
alone in the room. It was a good thing too. She didn't know if she
could handle Sandy's smug attitude right now. Not while she was so
confused about everything.

   As soon as she got back to the room, Allison locked the door. Her
heart was beating fast. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her face
was still a little flushed with embarrassment. It was hard to
recognize herself as the same girl who came here only a few weeks ago.
She wore the starched blouse and pleated kilt of Loyalist Academy now.
Her hair dark hair had been braided intricately by Brooke after
practice. She shuddered to think of where the young girl had been
practising that skill.

   The images would remain fresh in her mind, she was certain. The way
the girls had worshipped the pony's body made her  shower fantasies
seem like harmless fun. What had seemed innocent before now took on
such dark undertones. Allison sat on the edge of her bed, and then
flopped back.

   What struck her most now was the way that those women played the
role of ponies with such obedience. These women had been broken,
branded and trained. What kind of life could that be ? Skye had
insisted that it was their choice. She wondered how any woman could
make the choice to be treated like a pet, and allow herself to be fed,
groomed, and even pleasured by young girls.

   It was indecent, the way these women were forced to display their
bodies. It was shameful, the way they had stood there, taking their
sexual pleasure in public. How humiliating it must be to live like
that, Allison thought to herself. It took her a moment to realize that
her hand had drifted down to her pussy while she was thinking about
it.

   Why was this all making her horny ? The other girls just seemed to
accept this all as normal. Allison's hadn't worried much about her
shower fantasies, but now she was sure that her mind would be consumed
by images of the ponies instead.

   She lifted her feet onto the edge of the bed, letting the hem of
her skirt drift down her thighs. She closed her eyes and tired to
think straight, while her hand still rubbed her pussy roughly through
the cotton of her panties.

   Yes, it was a good thing that Sandy was away for the weekend.
Allison was going to need a lot of private time to work out her
feelings. With her feet still perched on the edge of the bed, she came
to her first of many orgasms that weekend.

   Over the next week in practice, Allison was almost able to keep the
thoughts of the ponies out of her mind. She did her best to treat
everyone as normally as possible, and to keep herself form imagining
the scene at the stables.

   It was hardest in the showers. Brooke's touches almost made her
lose control a couple of times. It was torture. She would find herself
watching Skye, and remembering the way that the girl had so eagerly
licked the pussy of Kaitlyn. Meanwhile, Brooke's warm hands would be
roaming all over her, her little fingers exploring every curve of
Allison's body. She would carry those warm feelings with her for the
rest of the day.

   She didn't, however, join the girls going down tot he stables. She
wasn't sure she could handle watching that scene again. It was just
too bizarre, and she still didn't know how she felt about it. Nearing
the end of the week, when the other girls went of to see the ponies,
Skye stayed behind with Allison.

   " Why aren't you going today ? " Allison asked her, as the other
girls went off as a group.

   " I wanted to talk to you a bit. I know you were pretty freaked out
about the ponies, and I wanted to make sure that you were okay. You
haven't said anything about it in nearly a week. "

   Allison bit her lower lip. In fact, she had been trying to avoid
bringing it up. As nice as these girls were, she didn't want to offend
them. Her curiosity was burning. Each night, the images visited her
anew, and there was so much that she wanted to know.

   " I'm trying not to judge you guys. Really I am. It just seems
so..."

   " Strange ?" Skye suggested.

   " Yeah. I've never even heard of anything like this. "

   " We keep it pretty quiet. That's why our parents put us all into
private school together. There are other girls at other schools too.
We just don't talk about it with anyone. "

   Allison nodded. " If the other girls thought that you were weird
before, they'd totally freak if they knew about the ponies. It's just
so hard to imagine that a woman would allow herself to be degraded
that way. I have a hard time believing it myself. "

   " It's not degrading, really. The ponies are admired by many, and
treated very well. It's an honour to be chosen as a pony. Most of us
girls will try out as ponies. That's why we try so hard to keep
ourselves in shape. Only a few of us will make it. "

   Allison couldn't believe what she was hearing. She shook her head
slightly. " You mean, some of you actually want to become like that,
to be paraded around like a show animal. "

   " Well, yeah. As I said, it's a great honour to be chosen. Other
women look up to them as models of perfection. Once a girl is chosen
as a pony, she is taken care of in every way. We groom them, and feed
them, and take care of every need. "

   Every need. Allison couldn't help but think about the way that Skye
had sexually pleasured the pony. Her face went a little red. Skye read
her thoughts.

   " Yes, even sexually. The ponies are trained not to please
themselves. That way, we can please them more fully. The ponies
deserve to be pleased in every way. "

   Skye didn't seem embarrassed by it at all. The two girls stood
silently outside the locker room for a while. Allison tried to absorb
all of the new information.

   " I still don't know, Skye. I mean, I won't think any less of you
because you are involved with the ponies. It's really not my place to
judge. I like being a part of the team, and you girls are really nice.
I just don't think that I'll ever quite understand. "

   " I'm glad you feel that way. I want to be your friend no matter
what. But if you really want to understand us, there's one thing that
I know would help. We have a pony meet coming up this weekend. You're
totally welcome to come along. You don't need to participate in
anything. Just have a look around, and you'll see what it's all about.
"

   " I really don't think..." Allison started to protest.

   " Just think about it. "

   Allison couldn't stop herself from thinking about it. Over the last
week, her mind had been torturing her with sexually charged images of
the decorated women. With the new information that Skye had provided,
she could do little else but think about it. There were so many
questions left unanswered. At night, her mind filled in the blanks,
and spurred on her body to excitement. As strange as all of this was,
there was no question that it turned her on.

   Just the thought of a pony made her wet. There would be no harm in
going to the pony meet, she reasoned to herself. The girls would make
sure that she was okay. So what was she afraid of ? The answer was one
that she tried not to think about. Yes, it was harmless to fantasize
about the ponies. It was the direction those fantasies were taking
that scared her.

   She rubbed her pussy quietly at night, trying not to wake Sandy.
The images of the beautifully decorated women floated through her
head. As her climax came, though, it was always the same. Shamefully,
in that final moment her lust forced her to imagine herself in the
scene. Not as one of the girls, but as a pony. As soon as she allowed
the image to form, she couldn't control herself. The idea of all those
girls tending to her body was too much. She imagined the feel of all
those hands caressing her, and of Skye's lips on her pussy. It always
made her cum a little more vocally than she would have imagined, and
by that moment, she didn't care if Sandy was asleep or not. The shame
came later.

   When Friday came, Allison still didn't know what she was going to
do. The girls had been asking her repeatedly over the last couple of
days about whether she would be coming. They seemed so excited about
it.

   " I'm not sure, " she had answered each time.

   Now, as the girls prepared to leave, Skye came to her. " I'd love
it if you were to come along, " the tall blonde girl told her. That
was all that Allison needed. She nodded her head. Skye hugged her
excitedly.

   A bus had been hired to bring the girls to the pony meet. After a
two hour drive, they stopped at another school too, and picked up a
half dozen other girls. The atmosphere in the bus was electric. All of
the girls were fussing with their hair, and talking about which ponies
would win at the races.

   Allison tried not to show her growing apprehension. Supportively,
Skye took the seat next to her and held her hand. That felt really
nice. " Don't worry, Allie. This is going to be fun. "

   Finally, after driving through a remote area, the bus entered the
grounds of the pony meet. Three other buses were already in place, as
well as several trucks with horse trailers. One of them was being
unloaded as the girls pulled up. Three ponies were led out by their
bridles. They were definitely dressed for show. Allison was
spellbound. The women looked radiant, like this was their greatest
thrill in life. A crowd of younger girls stood nearby and talked about
the ponies as they were led away.

   As soon as the girls were off of the bus, everyone split up to see
their favourite events. To Allison's delight, Skye stayed with her,
and even continued to hold her hand as she showed her around. There
was a large house, which belonged to one of the wealthy sponsors of
the event. Around back of the house, the ponies assembled under tents
for viewing.

   " Who are those people ?" Allison asked about a group of well
dressed women who walked around with an air of authority.

   " They're show judges. The ponies are judged here for posture and
beauty. Later, most of them will also compete in the races. The
winners bring cash prizes for their owners, and are desirable for
breeding. "

   " Like a dog show... " the words popped out of Allison's mouth
before she could even think about them. The comparison was tasteless,
she realized as she said it. Skye just smiled.

   The crowd was mixed. Young girls in diverse school uniforms
circulated amongst adult men and women. Some were owners, Skye
explained, and others were just guests. As they wandered around,
Allison became a lot less nervous, and she allowed herself to look at
the different ponies on display. It was easier in this setting. She
didn't feel as singled out as she had in the stables.

   It wasn't long before she was actually having a bit of a good time.
Skye was right. Everyone was here by choice, and to that extent, it
was no different that a circus side-show. A few odd thrills, but at
the end of the day, she was going back to Loyalist Academy.

   " Let's go see the males, " Skye suggested. 

   " There are males ?"

   " Yes, but only a few. They're only kept around for breeding
anyhow. "

   It was funny how all of the terminology that would normally be
reserved for livestock slipped off of her tongue so casually when
referring to these women. Skye led her to a different tent. Here,
there were five males, adorned much like their female counterparts.
Allison blushed. The men were every bit as graceful and attractive as
the females. Their body hair was kept shaved, revealing tanned flesh
and well-defined muscles. It was difficult to not look at the long
erections these studs sported.

   " Oh man, I don't think I've ever seen a guy that big, " Allison
giggled. That was an understatement. She had only fooled around
briefly with the guys at public school, and aside from a little
groping, she hadn't seen anything at all. These ponies seemed
positively well-hung to her.

   As the day continued, Allison was startled by how quickly she
became accustomed to this scene. Once she accepted it as just an odd
lifestyle choice, she didn't worry about it too much. Indeed, her
sexual arousal crept up on her again. Each pony that she viewed turned
her on just a little bit more. Then there was Skye, always with her,
and holding her hand. The day was quite exciting, and she could hardly
wait to get into bed that night to relieve some of this sexual energy.

   Pony races began in the afternoon, but before they could watch many
of them, Skye got up to leave.

   " Where are you going ?" asked Allison. The pony races were quite a
spectacle. These women really were athletic, and Allison was enjoying
the action.

   " Oh, I have to get ready. Walk with me and I'll explain. "

   Allison walked with her friend towards one of the tents. 

   " One more reason for the meets is so that buyers can get an early
look at potential ponies. They have scouts come to these events to
judge the girls in advance. "

   " What are you saying, Skye ? Do you want to become a pony. "

   " Absolutely. I've always wanted to be a pony. My mother was pony,
and I was bred for it. Most of the girls on the team want to become
ponies eventually, but only a few of us will make it. "

   Suddenly this was getting weird again. Her friend Skye, beautiful
Skye, wanted to be one of these women. Allison just couldn't fathom
it.

   " Do you really want to live your life like that ? I don't want to
be insulting, but it's just so... I don't know..."

   The tall blonde girl didn't seem to mind Allison's questions. " It
wouldn't be forever. They take ponies during their late teens, and
keep them for only a few years. If they fail to rank in the shows, the
ponies are released after two or three years of service. If they rank
well, the owner might keep them on for a few years for breeding
purposes. "

   " Doesn't it scare you at all ?"

   " Maybe a little. But the decision is always mine. Even if I do
well today, I can always back out later. A lot of girls do that. "

   The girls paused outside of the opening of the tent. Allison could
see a few other girls already inside. They all seemed so anxious to
get started.

   " So that's it, " said Allison. " You're really going to go in
there and be scored as a potential pony. "

   " Yes. It's really no big deal. It's actually really exciting. I
wish that you were coming too. "

   Her heart skipped a beat, and a lump rose in her throat. This was
too close to her fantasies for comfort. She hoped that Skye wouldn't
notice how aroused it made her.

   " Well, wish me luck. " The blonde girl hugged her and gave her a
peck on the cheek. Then she was gone, leaving Allison trembling at the
opening to the tent.

   Think rationally, she tried to argue to herself. There was no way
that she really wanted to go in there and submit to such humiliation.
She should just go back and watch the races until the end of the day.
Even as she argued, her body was tingling with excitement.

   Another part of her was arguing more persuasively. This was just a
scouting event. Lots of girls did this and then backed out later. It
was no big deal. She could just do this for a thrill, and there would
be no consequences. Who would ever know ? What could possibly be the
harm ?

   And Skye was in there.

   Her breathing almost stopped as she found herself walking into the
tent. Some of the other girls watched her come in, and her face went
completely red. She didn't even know where to go.

   " Over here, " called Brooke. The young brunette was standing with
Skye. Allison walked over on unsteady feet.

   " This is great, " pronounced Brooke happily. " The judges are just
going to love you. "

   Skye was grinning too. Allison couldn't even speak, she was so
nervous. She had no idea what to expect.

   The other girls began to undress. There must have been fifty other
girls in the tent, each from a private school in the region. They
ranged in age from around thirteen to sixteen years old. Allison
couldn't believe that there were this many girls around who wanted to
become ponies, but more than that, she couldn't believe that she was
among them.

   The girls stripped down to their underwear, and then lined up to be
judged. As each girl reached the front of the line, they were asked a
few questions and then a number was written on the stomach of each
girl with a coloured marker.

   Twenty... twenty-one...twenty-two... with each girl ahead of her
who was numbered, Allison became more anxious.
 
   " I don't know if I can really do this, " she whispered to Skye,
who was just ahead of her.

   " Relax. I'll be nearby. There's really nothing to it. "

   Skye was twenty-seven. The man at the desk wrote the numbers in
purple ink across her tight stomach. Allison was next.

   " What's your name ?"

   " Allison Fry. "

   The man searched his book for a moment, and then looked up at her.

   " Your name isn't registered. You're a new entrant then ?"

   " Yes. "

   " What school are you from ?"

   " Loyalist Academy. " The man took a note.

   " Do you have any ponies in your family ?"

   " No. "

   The man checked off a couple of boxes, and then assigned her number
twenty-eight. " Follow the other girls to the short track, " he
instructed.

   Allison's heart was pounding in her ears. She had actually given
that man her name. There was going to be a record of her trying out as
a pony. The other girls lined up just outside, and paired off in twos.
Allison paired off with Skye. At the short track, a man stood with a
stopwatch, and timed the girls as they ran the distance.

   The girls ahead of Allison and Skye were older. When the man told
them, the scrambled away from the start line, and did a sprint to the
end of the track. There, they turned around, and sprinted back again.
One of the girls stumbled near the finish line, losing her precious
seconds. When she finally crossed the line, and the man recorded her
time, she began to cry.

    Next were Allison and Skye. For the first time since coming here
today, Allison was truly in her element. As soon as the man signalled,
she was in motion. Skye fell behind as Allison got into form. When it
came to running, there were few girls who could match her. When she
hit the end of the track, she turned back again. Only then did she
realize how far ahead of her friend she was. With renewed effort, she
pushed towards the finish line.

   " Great time, " the man remarked, and then waited for Skye to catch
up. He took out another marker, and recorder each girl's track time in
blue ink just below the number on her stomach. Allison could see the
other girls in line looking enviously at her time.

   Skye gave Allison a little hug. " I just knew that you'd do great.
" She led her friend towards the last judging station, just inside the
tent. Here, a woman with a clipboard took her time examining each of
the girls.

   " This is so exciting, " Skye told her. " Our judge is one of the
top breeders. If we do well, we could wind up in one of the very best
stables. "

   The terminology still made Allison uneasy. She was being judged
like some sort of an animal. Nonetheless, as she watched the elegant
woman circle these young girls dressed in their underwear, and touch
them ever so gently, she could feel her excitement growing. All day,
she had been in an aroused state, and somehow, the idea of letting
this woman grade her like some sort of an object really turned her on.

   The woman took her time with each girl. Allison watched her in awe.
Here was a woman who was accustomed to having such power of women. She
wore a stylish grey suit over a black blouse. Her hair was dark brown,
and she wore elegant black framed glasses. Everything about her talked
of class.

   Allison watched as Skye went forward. The woman checked Skye's
teeth, and made notes on her complexion and posture. Her hands roamed
all over Skye's lean body, giving rise to yet more feeling of arousal
in Allison. The closer Allison became to Skye, the more she wanted
her.

   Finally, it was Allison's turn. She stood forward and waited for
the woman to inspect her. She could feel the eyes of the other girls
watching her as she was being judged.

   " Hmmm, a new one, " the woman said softly. " You're a pretty one,
aren't you ?"

   Allison blushed. For some reason, it gave her a wonderful feeling
that the woman liked her.

   " I can see you scored an excellent time on the track too. It's the
best I've yet seen. Yes, you are a pleasant little surprise. "

   The tall woman circled around Allison, and cupped one of the girl's
ass cheeks in her hand. Allison could feel the woman's breath so very
close to her as she took notes on her clipboard. When the woman came
around her again, Allison lowered her eyes to the ground. The mixture
of arousal and humiliation made her face burn.

   The judge ran her hand up and down the front of Allison's body. It
was impossible for Allison not to react. A little shudder was all it
took to alert the judge to her aroused state.

   " Mmmm, a hot little pony too, aren't you ? Let's see how hot. "

   The judge ran her hand to the top of Allison's panties. Allison
could hear herself breathing heavily in anticipation. The woman sunk
her fingers under the waistband, and slid her finger's through
Allison's pubic hair. There was no way that Allison could object to
the woman's touch. Her body revealed everything.

   " Ungh..." Allison whimpered as the woman's fingers touched her wet
pussy. The excitement was too much for her. With no more than ten
seconds of light stroking, she lost control. She bit her lower lip as
her body bucked against the judge's hand.

   All she could think about was the humiliation of the other girls
watching as she came on the hand of the judge so quickly.

   " Oh, yes, you are a natural. " The woman had yet to remove her
hand. Allison's breathing was ragged. Every move of the woman's hand
was pure heaven. Another well-placed stroke brought Allison to a
second intense climax, and this time, she couldn't stop herself from
moaning loudly.

   Finally, the woman removed her hand from Allison's panties. She had
such a look of satisfaction on her face. Looking Allison in the eye,
she brought her moist fingers to the girl's face. Without thinking,
Allison opened her lips and took the judge's fingers into her mouth.
The taste of sex was strong on them.

   " Good girl, " the woman cooed. " I'm done with you. "

   Skye was waiting for her. " Oh my god, you did so well. You must
have gotten such a high score. I'm so proud of you. " The tall blonde
girl was so excited, she could hardly stand still. She hugged Allison
tightly, and then kissed her lightly on the lips too. It was a kiss
that lingered in Allison's mind for the rest of the day.

   All through the bus ride back to school, Allison couldn't clear her
head. Everything had been so exciting, but overwhelming too. She tried
to convince herself that she wouldn't really consider becoming a pony.
Her mother would kill her if she didn't go to college, much less
anything like this. Nonetheless, every time she thought about it, she
could feel her sexual excitement growing.

   Is that what it would be like to be a pony, she wondered. Would she
be excited like this all of the time ?
With those thoughts still fresh in her head, she returned to her room
late. Sandy was already in bed.

   Allison undressed and slipped under her covers. It would be dreams
of Skye, the judge, and ponies tonight, but first, her body needed
some relief. It was amazing how horny this whole thing had made her.
Laying on her back she spread her legs and began to rub herself. Her
body responded immediately, jerking up and down on the mattress. She
bit her lip to try to stifle her growing moans of pleasure.

   " No need to hide it, Allison, " Sandy said. " I know that you're
jerking off. "

   Allison froze in position. How embarrassing it was to be caught
like this. Nonetheless, she couldn't quite bring herself to stop
touching her pussy. She needed it too badly.

   " Just keep going, " Sandy urged her. " I've heard you doing it all
sorts of times at night. "

   Through the darkness, Allison could see her roommate watching her.
Despite herself, she slowly began to rub herself again. Sandy's voice
continued.

   " I tried to warn you about the pony girls, didn't I ? I figured
that a girl with a successful mother like yours really didn't belong
with them. I thought that you would fit in with us better. Now I know
better. From what I heard about today, you really do belong with the
other ponies. "

   My god, Allison wondered breathlessly, how could Sandy possibly
know what went on today ?

   " Oh, don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. Most of the girls
at school don't know anything about the ponies. I just happen to know
because my daddy owns several ponies himself. A family of our wealth
deserves to have the best of everything. "

   Allison didn't know what bothered her more, that her stuck-up
roommate now knew all about her, or that she just couldn't stop
herself from masturbating. Her body was shaking with lust and
humiliation. Yes, Sandy Inverness keeps girls like her for amusement.
It was so awfully shameful.

   " Of course, I have to be discrete about it too. It wouldn't do for
any of the other families to know what my father does for fun. So this
will be our little secret. I'll let you know another secret. My daddy
says that he'll buy me a pony for my graduation gift. Sometimes I
think about who I'll choose. I've had my eye on Skye for a while now,
and Daddy agrees that she's very good breeding material. Now that I've
heard the report on you, though, I wonder if I should reconsider. "

   Allison was so close to orgasm. She couldn't believe that Sandy
Inverness was actually talking about buying her. Why didn't she
protest ? Her body was absolutely bucking with excitement. Some of the
covers were falling away, revealing her body in the faint light of the
room, but she didn't care at this point.

   " Of course, maybe I can convince daddy to buy me two ponies.
Wouldn't that be nice ? I could keep you and Skye together at the same
stables. Maybe once we're done breeding you, you both can come work
for me as maids or something. Would you like that ?"

   Pause.

   " Allison ?"

   The frantic squeaking of Allison's bed was the only answer.

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