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A Very Pony Weekend

By Orestes

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-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.

   <whap>
   " Mmff, " Sandy exhaled quickly. " You can do better than that. "

   <whap>
   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.

   <whap>
   
   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.

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