As we walked out into the afternoon sun, Chloe leading holding my bridle, me clip-clopping along behind her, I tried to come to terms with what had just happened. The reason I was here, in these stables dressed as a ponygirl, was because of my friend Conchita, who had talked me into this crazy adventure, having discovered my interest in the fetish and persuaded me that we should explore it together. Except that we weren’t together - she had tricked me and now I was about to experience God knows what, on my own.
Although, as it turned out, I wasn't going to be all on my own.
"Time to meet your stablemates," Chloe said as we walked out into a grassy field. I could hear movement around us but, because of the blinkers, I could only see what was directly in front of me as we moved forward. She brought me to a stop, holding my bridle firmly, not allowing me to turn my head to look around. I saw another young woman in riding gear walking into view a few yards away. She was holding a rope, leading…
"Bright Eyes, this is Scarlett Sunset," my trainer said and there, standing before me, was another woman dressed exactly like me! She was about my age, maybe a year or two older, with red hair and pale skin. She turned and, when she saw me, her green eyes crinkled and her mouth, already stretched by the bit between their teeth, widened in a smile of greeting. I smiled back as best I could, amused when she waggled her hips and her long ginger tail swished from side to side. We looked at each other in wonderment at what we were doing, and what we were allowing them to do to us. Her groom pulled on the rope and led Scarlett away, out of my sight.
"This is Scheherazade," Chloe said in introduction as another groom led her charge in front of me. If it hadn't been for the bridle and its strap under my chin, I think my jaw would have dropped open in astonishment at the incredible sight now before me. This ponygirl was magnificent - she was in her mid-twenties, tall, black, and with an athletic body, muscular arms and thighs, firm buttocks and a flat six-pack of a stomach. Her harness and bridle were made of white leather, which contrasted wonderfully against her ebony skin. Her breasts bulged through the brass rings, and her large, prominent nipples were pierced with beautiful gold hoops. She seemed to me to be the most beautiful woman - the most beautiful creature! - I had ever seen.
She tossed back her head and made a noise - "Neeeyyaaayy!" - which sounded remarkably like the whinny of a real horse, while she pawed the ground with her hoof. Her trainer gave the command "Walk on", and she obeyed instantly, moving along with a sinuous elegance, making me want to be as graceful as her.
"And this is Belle," Chloe said as the third woman was presented, and I could instantly see that she was different. She was older, probably in her mid-thirties, although still fit and attractive, but the startling difference was that she was not naked - underneath the leather harness, she was wearing a white bikini. Somehow, it looked incongruous, out of place, wrong, even though I remembered that this was one of the dress options. It seemed a bit cowardly, given that the rest of us were in the buff. But each to their own, I suppose.
I began to notice other differences as well. Her bridle didn't include blinkers, and the bit between their teeth was made of black rubber rather than metal. I also noticed that she wasn't wearing the stiff, high shock-collar, so presumably was not prevented from speaking. She gave me a relaxed smile before being moved on by her handler.
Chloe now clipped a rope to one of the rings of my bridle and led me forward, so that we were following the others in line. I looked at Belle in front of me, at her bikini-covered bum, and noticed that her tail was attached to the harness rather than to her. I could see that the harness strap was giving her a major wedgie, but I was sure that it was far less uncomfortable than the plug currently lodged in my butt!
I was brought to a halt and I watched as the other ponygirls also stopped and their handlers walked away from them until the rope between them, about ten feet long, was taught. They then reached down and picked up what I realised was a long whip, manoeuvring it so that the end lay against their charge’s back. I knew that Chloe was doing the same when I felt the touch of the whip against my shoulder blades, with the rest of it trailing down my back, tickling my buttocks.
"Walk on, Bright Eyes." As the whip prompted me with a light tap, I began to walk around in the circle described by the rope, watching as the others did the same. Around and around I walked, a little tentatively at first but quickly gaining confidence in my ability to manage the hoof-boots, but receiving the occasional slap of the whip against my behind if my pace slackened. It wasn't painful, but it definitely got my attention and made me concentrate harder.
"Step!" The new command confused me initially, but was soon clarified. "Get those knees up! Come on, higher! That's it! Good girl! Step! Step!" Under the prompting of the whip, I raised my knee on each step until my thigh was parallel with the ground and, in this vaguely goose-stepping way, I completed another ten circuits at the end of the training lariat.
"Prance!" I had no idea what this meant, but didn't have a good feeling about it, one which only got worse as things became clear. "Step and… Jump! Step and… Jump! Come on, pony, Jump!" The whip flicked painfully against the back of my standing leg as I was forced to leap from one foot - hoof - to the other until I was gasping for breath, perspiration breaking out across my brow. My breasts bounced alarmingly as I pranced, but the little leather platforms beneath them prevented them hurting too much.
Eventually I was allowed to stop, and I stood there, panting, feeling the ache in my thighs and tightness in my stomach muscles. Chloe walked over to me carrying a water bottle with a plastic straw, which she poked between my lips past the bit and squeezed. My mouth flooded with sweet, refreshing, cold water, which I guzzled down gratefully, not caring when it overflowed and ran down my chin to drip onto my overheated body. I appreciated it even more when she pulled the bottle away and squirted the water into my face and then over my breasts.
"Well done, Bright Eyes," she smiled, "let's go again." She disappeared from view and, moments later, I felt the whip against my back and obediently began to walk in circles once more.
We all went through the full routine again, circling around, moving from walk to step to prance, before we were introduced to another command.
"Trot!" Under the prompting of the whip, I moved from a walk to jogging around, completing lap after lap until I began to feel like a long-distance runner. I wondered how much sponsorship money I could raise for charity if I took part in the London Marathon dressed like this!
"Giddyup!" For the first time, the whip smacked really hard against my buttocks and, in startled response, I began to run around the circle. Suddenly, my hoof-boots came together and I tripped, losing my balance. I tried to put out my arms in front of me to stop my fall but, of course, I could do nothing, and I crashed to the ground in a heap. Luckily, the grass was lush and soft, cushioning my fall so that I was merely badly winded, and I lay there gasping for breath.
Chloe came over and helped me back to my feet/hooves, dusted me off and, once I had stopped wheezing, went back to the other end of the rope. Moments later, I felt the whip swipe my buttocks, and I started once again at walking pace.
I soon found out that there was a fourth speed that I had to achieve. After the initial walk, there was the ‘Trot’ at jogging pace, followed by the ‘Canter’, which was the fast jog at which I had fallen previously. But, after a couple of circuits of that, Chloe shouted "Gallop!" and whipped me hard. Now I was flying around the circle, going faster than I felt was safe, but unable to slow down without receiving another painful swat from the training whip.
At last, I was given the command to canter, then trot, walk and, finally, blissfully, to stop. I was panting, literally, like a racehorse, with sweat covering my body and dripping from my hairline into my eyes. My bottom lip and chin were also covered in saliva, which was even dripping down onto my breasts!
As I stood there, trying to recover, I turned and saw the other ponies - I mean girls – Scheherazade, Scarlett and Belle. They were just as exhausted and sweaty as me but, in truth, Scheherazade’s glistening black body looked even more magnificent in that state, with her muscular thighs and buttocks, her super-flat stomach, and her puffy labia split by the white leather strap. I realised I was staring, and I dragged my eyes away in embarrassment, surprised and confused by the strength of my reaction.
I felt the tug of the rope on my bridle and turned to follow my trainer as we formed a line and headed back towards the building where I had been transformed from a fairly independent girl into this strange creature who could be led around on the end of a rope and forced to do things which were certainly not natural for me - I'm quite fit, but I don't go to the gym or anything. Now, here I was taking part in this bizarre fitness programme!
I was following Scheherazade, and I found myself staring, as if mesmerised, at the perfect hemispheres of her buttocks swaying from side to side, swinging the black-haired tail jutting out from between them back and forth. Once again, I had to drag my eyes away as strange feelings began to stir within me.
We were just approaching the building where we had started when we were diverted, and our trainers led us into a fenced paddock. Chloe untied the training rope from my bridle, took the bit out of my mouth, and unclipped my wrists from the straps by my shoulders. As I exercised my jaw in relief, closing my lips for the first time in hours and running my tongue across my teeth to see if any damage had been done (I was relieved to find they were fine), Chloe and the other grooms left the paddock and closed the gate, shutting us inside.
To my surprise, I saw that Belle had not been left in the field but was being led back into the building. I looked around and saw that Scheherazade and Scarlett were still with me, which was reassuring, but I wondered what was happening with our fellow ponygirl. I went over to the gate and examined the fastening, which was quite simple and could have been opened in a moment, if I'd had a hand instead of a hoof at the end of my arm! As it was, we were trapped there until someone let us out, just as securely as if they had used padlocks and chains.
"Neeeyyaaayy!" I heard a whinny, and turned to see Scheherazade standing beside me. She smiled warmly and blew me a kiss, which I found funny, and I smiled back in what I hoped would be seen as a friendly response. I was surprised when she moved closer and, moments later, her body was pressed against mine. I felt the fence behind me and, when the black ponygirl hooked her hand-hooves over the rail on either side of me, I was cornered!
As our sweaty breasts squished together and she lifted her leg to rub her thigh against my hip, I looked up at her in alarm, only to see her lips stretched in a wide smile, with an amused, lustful look in her eyes. I had no idea what was going on or what I should do, and I basically just froze and stood there as she leaned forward, managed to turn her head against the restraint of the collar, and pressed her lips against mine.
I felt her grinding her hips into me as her tongue pushed its way into my unresisting mouth. Despite my girls-only public school upbringing, I had never experienced a lesbian kiss before - was it still a lesbian kiss if we were both ponygirls, I wondered. Her body sliding against mine felt good, she tasted salty and sweet at the same time and, without having taken any conscious decision to reciprocate, I was soon kissing her back with enthusiasm, our tongues wrestling as our mouths opened wider and we began to exchange saliva as well as sweat.
She managed to spread my legs by jamming a knee between my thighs, and pretty soon she had grabbed my leg between hers and was humping it like a dog in heat! I could feel the strap of her harness rubbing on my skin as she moved up and down against me and, as she pressed harder, I could feel the edge of the ring in the strap, the one which, if it was like mine, encircled her clitoris. She was getting herself off by ‘fucking’ my leg!
She began to make small, squeaking noises through her nose and then, as she became more aroused and rubbed herself against me harder and faster, she began to moan, at first into my mouth as we were still locked together in a desperate, passionate kiss and then, when she broke away, into my ear.
Without really thinking about it, I put my foot-hoof onto the bottom rail of the fence behind me, thrusting my knee forward and bringing my thigh up, giving her a much better angle to rub her pussy, and her clitoris, against me. I saw her smile at me in thanks as she put her head back, panting for breath, and pumping my leg even harder. My thigh started to feel warm and wet, and I knew it wasn't just the friction or the sweat that was causing it.
Her moans changed to inarticulate cries and shouts as she finally brought herself to orgasm. Her whole body seemed to shudder, then freeze, then slump in post-orgasmic exhaustion. She kissed me on the lips, on the cheeks, on the eyelids, and on the forehead, before finally disengaging and slumping down onto the grass, her eyes closed and a look of ecstatic bliss on her face. I stood there, looking down at her in stunned bemusement - I had just had my first experience of ponygirl sex! I had to admit that it left me feeling incredibly aroused!
A movement caught my attention, and I looked up to see Scarlett staring back at me, glancing down at the prone girl, her face a mask of confusion, alarm and, I'm pretty sure, disgust. She backed away into the far corner of the paddock, retreating as if I were coming at her with a knife. It looked like the pretty, young redhead would not be interested in joining in any forthcoming pony ‘games’!
Still feeling very horny, but realising that I wasn't going to get any satisfaction from my companions, at least not at the moment, I looked around the paddock and surrounds for some distraction. The paddock was set up in a large grassy field which was bounded on three sides by thick woods and on the other side by the large building where I had been ‘processed’ earlier in the day. The door through which I had originally entered was at one end, and the path leading away from the door went up to the hotel in the distance. On the side of the building facing us were two large, sliding wooden doors, closed at the moment, hiding the interior.
The only other things of interest were two shiny, stainless steel troughs against the fence at the side of the paddock, but they were empty and I didn't pay them much attention. So, all in all, not a lot to look at. The only things of real interest were Scarlett, who had sat down in the corner furthest away from me with her back against the fence and her knees drawn up in front of her protectively, and Scheherazade, who was still lying on the grass, a satisfied grin across her face. I turned away and leaned on the fence, watching the sunset.
Just then, the side door of the building opened, and a very attractive woman stepped out. She was wearing a figure-hugging black cocktail dress and high heels, and her hair and make-up looked perfect. I wondered what she was doing here, when she turned towards us with a smile.
"Good night, ponies," she called out, waving her hand, "see you in the morning!" As she started to walk up the path towards the hotel, it slowly dawned on me that this was Belle - or, at least, the woman who had been Belle. She must have signed up for ‘Sessions’, I reasoned, and was now going off to enjoy the luxury of the hotel. I wondered, rather nervously, what the three of us had to look forward to.
As I watched her walk up the path, I saw another woman, dressed in a stripy chef’s apron, coming the other way. She was carrying a bucket and, rather than going into the building as I had expected, walked up to the paddock, smiling at me as she did so. She went to the side of the paddock and, putting the bucket down on the ground, picked up a hosepipe from the grass. She put the nozzle through the fence and draped it into one of the steel troughs, before turning it on and filling the trough with water.
She turned off the hose and put it back on the ground, then picked up the bucket and emptied it into the other trough.
"Here you go, ponies," she said with a pleasant tone, "dinner is served. Come and get it!" As the woman walked away, whistling to herself, I stared in dismay at the trough, now filled with salad, vegetables, potatoes, pieces of chicken, the odd bit of steak, and God knows what else. So much for Michelin-starred dining, I thought, it looked like we were going to be fed on scraps!
As I just stood there, gazing in disbelief at what we were expected to put up with, Scheherazade crawled over on her hands - I mean her hooves - and knees and, without a moment's hesitation, stuck her head into the trough and began munching away at the food. She started to make appreciative ‘mmmmm’ noises, and I suddenly realised just how hungry I was. Ignoring my feelings of humiliation at being treated like this, I walked over and got down alongside her, sticking my face in and trying to get the food into my mouth with my lips, tongue and teeth.
As I gradually assuaged my hunger pangs, I admitted to myself that, actually, the food was very good. I was enjoying the dressing on the salad, and the bits of meat that I had managed to find and chow down on were beautifully cooked and seasoned. Okay, it was rather humiliating to be eating leftovers out of a trough, but I knew I wasn't going to starve here. In fact, I was soon completely full.
I finally raised my head and noticed that Scheherazade was now looking at me and, as well as the broad smile on her face were bits of food, and her cheeks and chin were slick with oil from the salad dressing. I was sure that I looked just as messy, and I smiled back at her to acknowledge the fact. Moments later, we were laughing as we licked each other clean. We moved away from the trough, allowing Scarlett to move in and get her meal without having to squeeze up against us, which had clearly been the reason she had been hanging back.
My new friend and I shuffled across the paddock on all fours, but it was obvious that the black girl was in a playful mood, and we had only gone a couple of yards, all the time rubbing hips and shoulders, when she deliberately bumped me hard, knocking me onto my back. Before I knew it, she was kneeling over me, not face-to-face, but face-to-crotch! She pushed my legs wide apart and then lowered herself onto me, and we were in the perfect 69 position.
I let out a wail of a surprise as I felt her tongue on my pussy lips, and then her mouth closing around my clitoris, her tongue rolling wetly around on it. Surprise quickly turned to sky-rocketing arousal, and I was soon gasping for breath. My lover shoved her groin into my face as a reminder that there was a quid pro quo required here and, snapping out of my self-absorbed reverie, I went at my job with all the enthusiasm of the keen novice that I was.
The experience was amazing. I had never given or received cunnilingus before, but I had heard whispered stories from other girls of the ecstasy it could bring, and now I believed every word. I was involuntarily bucking my hips as Scheherazade worked on me expertly, while I tried to reciprocate, following her every move. It felt like the outside world had disappeared, and the only sounds I could hear were the ones we were making, the only thing I could see was her glistening body above me, the only sensations those in my loins. Except that those sensations seemed to bespreading across my body, making my skin tingle, becoming super-sensitive, to the point where it seemed that I could feel the grass growing beneath me!
It gradually became clear that Scheherazade was not a beginner at this. Whenever I thought I must surely explode in orgasm, she would back off or transfer her attentions to some slightly less sensitive part of my body - my inner thighs, my lower abdomen, or the skin over my hip bones - and wait until I had come back from the brink before continuing. She also ensured that I didn't make her cum too quickly either, lifting herself away from my eager tongue whenever necessary.
I don't know how long this teasing went on, but I was fit to scream by the time she finally relented and let nature take its course. I think I did scream when I finally came, but luckily my mouth was full of cunt at the time, so I wasn't too noisy. I felt a great sense of achievement when I finally managed to make her reach her orgasm as well, and we rolled apart, lying on the grass exhausted but satisfied.
"Come on you two, time to put you away for the night." I opened my eyes and looked up to see Chloe standing over me. Embarrassed to be discovered like this, and wondering just how long she had been watching, I scrambled to my feet and followed as she took hold of one of the rings on my bridle and led me out of the paddock towards the building. Scheherazade and Scarlett were in front of me, also being led by their grooms.
The sliding doors were now open so that I could see inside, and it was immediately obvious that this was a stable block, the rooms I had seen earlier just a small part of the whole, simply ante-rooms for processing purposes. What I was facing now was a row of stalls, each with a space for a nameplate on the door, but only the first three were labelled with the words "BRIGHT EYES", "SCHEHERAZADE", and "SCARLETT SUNRISE". These were to be our stalls for the duration of our stay.
We were each led into our respective stall. When I entered mine, I saw that it was nothing more than a basic rectangle with wooden sides, the whitewashed brick wall of the building at the back and the gate-like door at the front. There was no furniture or decoration, and the floor was covered with straw rather than carpet. Assuming that I was expected to sleep here, I looked around for a bed, but there was nothing except a pile of clean straw in one corner. They really are treating us like ponies, I thought - so much for 5-star luxury!
While I had been looking around, Chloe had fetched a toothbrush and paste, and she proceeded to clean my teeth for me, before allowing me to sip some water from a plastic beaker to rinse my mouth. I leaned forward to spit into the cup, but instead, she tossed the excess water onto the floor and turned away. With little alternative, I spat onto the floor.
"Good night, Bright Eyes, sleep well." Chloe walked out of the stall and closed the door, sliding a bolt into place on the outside. I went over and checked the door, but it was just as well secured against me being able to open it as the paddock had been. I looked out into the main part of the stables and saw that all three of the stable-maids were leaving and, as the large wooden doors were slid shut, the whole place was cast into gloomy shadow. I heard a noise and looked to my left, where I saw Scheherazade leaning over the gate of her own stall. She smiled, blew me a kiss, and waved a hoof, before moving into the stall, out of my sight. With nothing better to do, I did the same.
It can't have been later than 8 o'clock in the evening, but I was tired from the excitement of the day, the strenuous exercise earlier in the field, and the strenuous sexual activity in the paddock. With no other option presenting itself, I went over and lay down on the straw bed in the corner, making myself a little nest to lie in.
Although it was a little scratchy against my bare skin, the straw was unexpectedly comfortable and I soon found myself dozing off. As I thought back over the day, which had started off on such a sour note with the revelation of Conchita’s deceit, I realised that, to my surprise, I had enjoyed it all - the dressing up, being forced to exercise more than I ever had, my sexual encounter with my sister ponygirl, Scheherazade - it had all been totally amazing.
But the most striking thing had to be the way that Chloe had treated me, not as a customer to be pampered and humoured, but as if I really was just a dumb animal to be controlled, trained and, ultimately, looked after because I couldn't look after myself. That I (or Conchita's dad) was paying good money to be treated like this felt like a huge cosmic joke. I wondered what the next day would bring, what new adventures awaited and, with such happy thoughts, I fell asleep.