For years, Ginni had always been fascinated with ponygirls, watching the fit, young women, in exquisite harness. Whether it was the elaborate straps, shining buckles, jingling bells and waving plumes of a showpony taking a slow trot around the arena displaying her excellent form, or the stripped down, functional harness of a champion racing pony neck and neck with the other teams coming around the final stretch, Ginni loved it all. Now here she was…
In the stables, the groom pulled the final buckles tight, making sure the leather straps lay flush against the youn woman’s naked skin. She was quivering with excitement, shifting balance from one foot, perched precariously in its hoof-toed boot, to the other. With each movement, the long plumed tail swished back and forth, the motion rocking the plugs pressed deep inside Ginni’s nethers. She chewed anxiously on the rubber-wrapped bit strapped tight between her teeth. Any second now…
Satisfied with her work, the groom took Ginni’s leash in hand. A gentle tug was all it took. Following the extensive training she’d received, Ginni started following the pull of the lead before she was even conscious of it. She followed the younger girl out of her stall and down the rows. She could hear, in the other stalls, other ponygirls being prepared, but she could see nothing except the girl ahead of her, dressed in her traditional burgundy coat, tight tan pants and calf-high leather boots, thanks to the blinders attached on either side of the head harness.
They passed through the tack room where other grooms were busy prepping the harnesses for their own ponies and in to the carriage house. Today, Ginni would be part of a six-pony team pulling one of the larger carriages. Four of the other girls were ready, standing at a restless ease, leashes held by their own grooms. When the last one was finally brought up, the process of hitching them up could begin.
To her disappointment, Ginni was placed in the center left. Her view was filled with the tall, amazonian blonde ahead of her, arms folded and strapped in place, pert bottom smooth, save for her pony brand. The golden tailplug swished back and forth as the girl shifted from one foot other, much as Ginni was, waiting impatiently for the grooms to finish securing the leather harnesses which joined the six individual ponies into a team.
When this was at last completed, the grooms departed. Ahead, just beyond her lead teammate, Ginni saw the double doors of the carriage house swing open, letting in the sounds of the cheering stadium beyond, as anxious for the event to begin and the ponies. Finally, Ginni heard the driver mounting the carriage, though she didn’t turn, standing at attention, face ahead, partly from the thick leather posture collar her harness included, partly from the strict training she and the other ponies had received. Still, she stiffed as she felt some of the slack in the reins attached to her bit be taken up, the signal things were about to begin.
A second later, she heard the driver’s cry and the crack of the whip overhead. As one, she and the other ponies leaned forward in their harnesses and pushed off with their right feet. The initial resistance of the cart was quickly overcome and soon it rolled out through the doors and on to the track. The cheers of the crowd grew louder as the first team of ponies came into sight. Ginni, head firmly forward, blinders restricting her field of vision to the blonde beauty ahead of her, couldn’t see the crowds, but it hardly mattered. She was here, they were cheering for her and her fellow ponies. Her first event had begun...