"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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