PONY GIRL SHOWCASE

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 1 ]

It was to be a very fine day, for many.

That school's preteen, and early teenage female students had all been up before dawn, performing their assigned morning routines of calisthenics’, they had showered, dressed and had eaten their fill at breakfast. Dressed in their traveling outfits of ankle length hooded capes. And they were eagerly lining up to board buses for a weekend of skiing, snow-boarding or tobogganing in the mountains around the school. Most of them were hoping they could still catch a few winks on the bus ride into the surrounding mountains.

Well most of them were.

Those on service details hauled dirty laundry down, from the dorms, processed it, and then hauled it back up to the dorms. More cleaned up the kitchen and dining hall after their fellow students had eaten, and they knew that they themselves would not be eating until Sister Monette was satisfied. More washed floors, wiped doorways and all of the other woodwork or metalwork until it shone. Some others weeded, pruned, planted and watered the extensive plant growth under the gigantic iron framed windows of the solarium. No weekend sports were on the agenda for any of them, but they all knew that it was only for a month and then they would be back among the general populace and others would be working while they attended classes and spent weekends on the snow clad slopes.

Eight of their fellow students were very unsure of their futures. But at least they knew, as all their fellow students were very aware, that they would never be consulted regarding their futures.

"Up the ramp and into the carrier" Sister Equestrienne ordered the eight little pony girls lined up in front of her. "And watch your step on the horse ramp"

Mary Ann and Mitsui walked forward, heads bent down as much as the full pony girl headgear would allow. They were the most experienced pony girls. But the other six were learning fast, whether they wanted to or not.

Flame and Nuage were next, as much a perfectly matched precision pair of high steppers as the first two, but not as of yet, as sure of it.

It always amazed the two girls, whose strange powers were also kept very carefully from all but their sisterhood. How close this part of the world had come to annihilation when Flame and Nuage’s nipples were pierced with gold rings for pony girl reins. This time it was Flame, whose hip had touched Nuage’s trembling flank as the piercing device was positioned over her anathematized nipples. Flame’s exposed skin felt the small room's temperature drop, saw ice beginning to form on the interior walls, and the windows glaze over with frost.

The white leather clad nurse had been too immersed in carrying out the procedure to realize she was just an instant from being frozen solid. Nuage’s head had turned on Flame’s touch, to see her lips smile, and form a kiss, promising more when they were put down in their pony stalls that night. Nuage managed to return a weak smile, tears running down her cheeks,and freezing before they could drip off her face.

Mandy and Sabrina were next up the ramp. These two were as hopeless at high stepping as pony girls could be. But they were both athletic, and as limber as young females could be. So, it was the steeplechase arena for these two. Steeplechase dressage was performed in full pony girl harness. But your handler stood by, with a long buggy whip in hand as the pony, still attached to her trainer with a long leash, was run through a series of jumps in competition with the clock against the times of the other competitors.

Sister Equestrienne was very pleased with these two. And she had taken their training in hand personally. Mandy and Sabrina really believed they were pony girls after she had them under hand for just a few minutes. And she would personally lead them through their paces in the competition ring this December.

Jessie and Nicole came last, their young bodies trained for the speed track, not the dressage circle. These two ran as if the hounds of hell were after them. It had only been their trainer Greg’s mastiffs, but the dogs had sure enjoyed chasing those two girls. First over hill and dale and then around a track as the girls raced ahead of them harnessed to a sulky rig.

But to Jessie and Nicole, being chased by a pack of dogs was nothing new. The South American drug dealer whose pirates had killed their parents for their great sailboat, and then trained the two girls as his gardeners. Had often dumped them out in the grasslands of the Argentine pampas that surrounded his extensive hacienda. And then set his guard dogs after them to keep both the chasers and the chase'es limber.

These girls had all been awakened in the middle of the night and they were hustled through their morning showers, their nude bodies wrapped in new all encompassing hooded terry towel bathrobes. School shoes slipped on their stumbling feet and they were walked all the way to the horse barns while still half asleep. Once inside the girls had been stripped and they were transformed into pony girls once more, except their hands were only cuffed behind their backs, not drawn up behind their shoulder blades. With blinders and completely pony harnessed heads they were watered and hand fed their breakfasts by Sister Equestrienne and Pony girl trainer Greg.

But now, they found themselves inside a real horsebox, though this one had aircraft style seats mounted along the center facing forward.

"We argued over whether you should be in horse stalls or aircraft seats for the trip," Greg informed the girls as he and Sister Equestrienne sat them down, and strapped them in at waist, ankles wrist and chest. "But Sister A insisted that her students be transported as safely and as comfortably as possible. So aircraft seats it is"

Each little pony girl's wrists were released, but only individually, and only until they could be strapped to the armrests of their seats. Each girl’s lower arm nearest her partner was left free. Both Greg and Sister Equestrienne knew the forthcoming travel in these accommodations was going to be traumatic for them, And having someone’s hand to hold onto would make it easier. Then came a four-point racing car style safety harness. Its thick straps meeting parachute harness like at the center of their still relatively flat chests. A catheter tube was inserted in their urinary tract's, each attached to a collection bag under their seats. Next, a small animal drinking bottle tube was slipped into the edge of their mouths behind the padded chrome bit of their pony head harnesses.

"Your bottle contains both sugared water, as the rest do," Sister Equestrienne informed Flame. "And it also contains the Gravol you require for traveling."

After all the girls were firmly seated and strapped in, Sister Equestrienne and Greg walked out of the horsebox and as she turned down the lights Sister Equestrienne remarked. "See you in London"

After shoving, the ramp back under their transportation container Greg closed and locked the rear doors up tight. He then walked to the driver’s side of the prime mover, and he climbed on board.

"Are you sure you can drive one of these things?" Sister Equestrienne asked, belting herself into the passenger seat.

"I did five years of military service in the supply corps" He replied. "I can drive anything with wheels or treads"

"Then you can stand before Sister A if anything happens to these girls on route" She replied.

The six-wheeled converted military artillery tractor started off down the service road leading from the mews to the main entrance. Sister Equestrienne signed for her eight charges, and the guards on duty, after checking with Sister A opened the gates, and they drove out.

An hour later they drove into the cargo area of the Geneva airport, and they drove across the tarmac to a waiting Swissair 747-cargomaster with its front open and it's heavy ramps in place. There they both climbed down to let the cargo staff drive the truck up into the plane and secure it in place.

"Takeoff will be in one hour, mistress Equestrienne," The cargo plane's captain informed her, offering the use of the golf cart he had driven up on "You have time for a snack or pick up a magazine in the cargo area's cafeteria"

"How did you manage to obtain the exclusive rights to an entire 747 cargo plane?" Greg inquired.

"You remember last spring when the flood caused the school to evacuate everyone to Spain early?" Sister Equestrienne said.

"Yes I heard Sister A pulled it off without near a hitch" Greg replied.

"Well, to ensure fast service from Swissair, She sent them millions of dollars from one of the smaller accounts that she controls," She explained. "And when we returned in the fall, Sister A was asked when she wanted to hold the annual meeting as it seems that she had purchased Swiss Air that spring."

"The school owns Swiss Air?" Greg replied, startled.

"That’s how we come to have a multi-million dollar 747 cargo plane complete with crew at our beck and call" She said as they walked towards the cafeteria. "Sister A has turned it over to a company that knows how to run one very efficiently, but they know not to annoy her, and screw it up as she would take it very personally."

"Personally?" Greg inquired. "But it is only business."

"Personally in that she made it very clear. Sister A would literally have their balls if they screw up operating it successfully, and lose her money" Sister Equestrienne replied. "Now here is an interesting magazine, with an article on the world class dressage meet using four footed ponies that's scheduled in London between Christmas and the New Year."

Reality

The reality of their predicament descended on the girls as they heard the doors of the horsebox shut, sealing them off from the rest of the world.

For Mary Ann and Mitsui, it was not very traumatic, as they had been kidnapped and bound before. This time it was their school had bound them and whisked them off in a private jet. Not the Japanese Yakuza gangster who collected their erotic stories and eventually wanted to collect them as well. But they still held hands as the plane made its run down the tarmac. As long as they were together, it would be OK.

Nuage and Flame held each other’s hands in a tight grip. They had been undergoing Pony Girl training every weekend for months, returning to their regular classes during the week. Regular if you mean a sex education or sexual proficiency, one alternating with a real school's one everyday that is. But they considered themselves students who were simply enduring yet another very special sex education class. But they were coming to realize this class just might be a month long. Their nipple rings still hurt, especially when the pony girl reins were attached, and Nuage had not yet accepted them as permanent additions to her body as the others had.

Mandy and Sabrina, two girls whose addiction to adventures, and the adrenaline rush they produced were both looking at each other. They had become friends, as they too spent every weekend in pony girl harness. But they performed as individuals not as a pair in the steeplechase competitions. But under Sister Equestriennes expert hands, they had became true pony girls and they accepted the possibility of spending the rest of their lives in harness. They looked forward to their first competition under her whip, they were desperate to please her. She had promised them she would do her best to have their transformation to pony girls become permanent if they did well. Mandy’s dusky hand gripped Sabrina’s as they felt the vibration of the plane's engines rev up for takeoff.

Jessie and Nicole settled into the comfortable seats as the plane took off. Pony Girls know that rest was to be taken only whenever their owner allowed it, and they would relax and sleep the entire trip. In order that they be fully refreshed for whatever task their owner would set them to when they arrived. They drank a little of the sugar water, just enough to keep their mouths moist, remembering Greg’s treat of allowing them to tag team him orally in their stalls again last night. For a middle aged, man his sexual prowess, still up to fucking two bound little preteen pony girls in their stalls in the same night delighted them very much.

For an exquisite month they had been taught under his buggy whip to run for all they were worth pulling him in a sulky buggy around a track so fast, even his dogs could not catch them. Had they not been treated to sliced apple, and even sugar cubes? Master had been quite pleased when Sister Equestrienne had been informed by him that they had done the circuit at near Olympic record speed even pulling him in aluminum sulky.

That very night, for the very first time he came to where they lay in their blankets in their straw filled stalls and he allowed them to orally tag team him into orgasm. Then later that night he even let them choose whom he would fuck first, their wrists bound above them, and their ankles stretched out wide to the posts at the end of their stalls as usual of course.