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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, 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 such 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 dangling from 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 eager 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 is 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 made her 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 didnn'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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