A Story from long ago

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Tales from the Pampered Pony Ranch
By Tyler Best

Part 1: Human Interest
Chapter 1: Opportunity Knocks

“Okay, people….. Everyone into the media room now!”
Christine hated these unscheduled interruptions. She only had two more hours to finish editing her “human interest” story for the News at 6 broadcast. When she stopped to think about it, it annoyed her even more that after a year of internship and six years of reporting that she was still stuck doing fluff stories instead of co-anchoring the news desk.
The room was about two-thirds full and Christine managed to get there just a half-dozen steps ahead of the production manager, Jake. Jake took a quick scan of the room and asked, “Where’s Jimmy?”
“He’s showing Lindsay Drake, that new intern, around like you told him to, boss,” Bob replied, half wincingly, when he realized that Jake might take that remark as insolent rather than informational and fire him on the spot.
Jake just shook his head and said, “I should have known he’d milk that task all day if he could. That new intern is one hot babe. Christine, go find them and get them both in here.”
There is a fine line between being annoyed and fuming and Christine was about to cross it as she turned and left the room. It wasn’t the “hot babe” remark that Jake made that set her off, as those kinds of remarks were common around the newsroom despite all the mandatory “sexual harassment” lectures and network policies. She knew that she had been the subject of those types of remarks when she first joined station but despite being drop-dead gorgeous and graduating number two from Redhouse School of Broadcasting, she had not gotten the assignments that she craved. Now she was being relegated to “gopher” and that really set her off.
In her present state of mind it was truly a miracle she didn’t bite Jimmy’s head off when she found the two of them standing in the shadows watching Austin wrap up the weather forecast. Well, maybe it wasn’t a miracle but the brightly lit “ON AIR” sign that dictate her behavior. She gestured for them to come out of the studio and told them they were late for another one of Jake’s unscheduled meetings. They both followed her down the hall sheepishly as her tone had told them that she was in no mood for conversation.
“Here it is, people”, Jake began, “The network ratings came out 30 minutes ago and it’s not good. The Atlanta area station is getting killed and the higher ups are looking for someone fresh to bring renewed interest to that group. Here is a chance for someone to get out of Bakersfield and into the big time but the same old stuff you’ve been reporting isn’t going to cut it. They want new and daring. They want edgy. All of our affiliates will be going gung-ho after this opportunity so you are going to have to come up with something really jaw dropping.”
Speaking of jaw dropping, if you had looked around the room at that moment, that is all you would have seen, starry eyes and slack jaws. Everyone was thinking “big time” like those were the only words out of Jake’s mouth. Everyone but Christine that is. Her eyes had narrowed to two slits and her lips were tightly pursed as her mind began calculating her next move. She was determined to make the most of this opportunity and no one was going to stand in her way, not even the new “hot babe” on the block.
“The top brass want to take reporting to the next level …real, in-depth stuff. They want people who are involved in their stories and not just detached, outside observers. They want to see your final cuts on the air by next Tuesday so that gives each of you tomorrow to come up with a plan, the weekend to develop and shoot your stories and all day Monday to edit. Don’t let me down. Now get going!”
Christine didn’t concern herself with all of the sidebar conversations that sprung up as the staff filed out of the room but headed straight for her office with her cell phone already autodialing. She emerged 10 minutes later and walked over to where Lindsay had become the center of attention.
Lindsay was used to this attention. She knew how to use her red hair, green eyes and flashing smile to melt and mold men’s minds to her will. It didn’t hurt her cause that being on the gymnastics team in college had put curves and muscle tone in all the right places on her 5’6 frame. She was a Samantha Egar look-alike with a bright future if she played her cards right, a little too bright for Christine’s liking.
“Hi, Lindsay, is it? I’m Christine Donovan. Sorry we didn’t have time for introductions earlier with the rush to the meeting and all.”
“Lindsay Drake, charmed I’m sure. I recognized you right away when I came in, Ms Donovan. I saw that piece you did recently about the fundraiser for that fireman and his family after that paralyzing injury he suffered. It was really heart-warming.”
“Please just call me Christine and thanks for the kind words but heart-warming isn’t going to impress anyone in the front office. They want daring and edgy and that’s what I…we are going to give them, if you want to work with me on this. ”
“Oh, I’d love to…..first week on the job and going out on assignment already…this is exciting but why would you pick me?”
“I saw your great camera work on the demo tape you sent in along with your resume and besides I’d rather work with another woman on this one,” Christine said coyly.
“You must already have a story in mind, don’t you.”
“I just got off the phone with my sister and she tipped me off to a very select spa out in the Mohave Desert. She was able to get me connected with the owner who felt it was time to increase their exposure to the public. It could be a great story and a free spa weekend for us, as well as free advertizing for them.”
“What could be daring or edgy about a spa?”
“I’m not sure but my sister said it was just what the doctor ordered. Hurry now, we have to get to the equipment room before all the new HD video cameras are taken. We can swing by our apartments and grab some clothes. It’s a 3-hour drive across the Mohave so I figure the network should pay for our stay at the spa since we are working this weekend, don’t you agree?”
“Absolutely,” Lindsay laughed as they hurried off to pick up a camera and whatever other equipment they might want. “Are we going to take a ‘News at 6’ van?” she asked.
“No, the owner didn’t think the guests would appreciate seeing a TV van pull into the driveway. It could upset a lot of people. We’ll take my SUV. Go pick out what equipment you need and I’ll wrap up my piece for tonight’s News and turn it in. They can use the one I put together last week for tomorrow’s show.”
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The 3-hour drive passed fairly quickly as the two of them chatted while Lindsay familiarized herself with brand new HD camera. All she had to do was smile at the young man in charge of logging equipment in and out and he gave her the latest, greatest, digitally-stabilized, HD camera, still in its original box. Of course, she had to give him a quick peck on the cheek to shut him up or he would have delighted himself in staring into her eyes while telling her how Lithium batteries were made.
“The Pampered Pony? What kind of a name is that for a spa?” Lindsay asked as they turned onto a side road past the small dapple-colored sign with a black arrow pointing left on it.
“My sister said it was for a “horse of a different color” to quote a line from the Wizard of Oz.”
Lindsay had a totally confused expression on her face and wondered if this was some kind of a dude ranch themed spa. She definitely wasn’t ready for what was to come. Six miles later at the start of the foothills they passed a small private airstrip and entered the mile long arroyo that served as the driveway for the ranch. It provided just the kind of privacy the owners needed.
Christine pulled up to the security box and pushed the button.
“Pampered Pony Ranch and Spa” the male voice at the other end said, “Do you have a reservation?”
“Yes, this is Christine Donovan. I made a reservation for two for the weekend about four hours ago.”
“Ah, yes, Ms Donovan, I have it right here. Please pull up in front of the lodge. I have a special escort assigned to you while you are here. Please do not shoot any photos until you are with your escort. Our guests are entitled to their privacy.”
There was a loud metallic creaking sound as the gate began to roll open. This was followed by a crunching sound that either could have come from the wheels rolling over the sand or the sand being crushed in the rails holding the gate up. Actually, Lindsay thought it was a miracle anything worked in this dusty environment. Fortunately, once they passed through the gate it became immediately apparent that there had to be a source of water somewhere. The valley was as lush and green as the Shenandoah itself. The sun was just beginning to bring an end to a very hectic Thursday and the long shadows created by lodge and the stables had the parking lot in semi-darkness as they pulled up to the front office.
“Hi, I’m Cyndi. Welcome to the Pampered Pony. You are just in time for dinner. I’m to be your guide for this weekend so don’t hesitate to ask if you have any needs or questions.”
“Hesitate….hesitate, did she say?” Lindsay thought to herself. She was stopped dead in her tracks right where she had turned the corner in front of the SUV.
Cyndi smiled and said, “I can see by your expression that we were not quite what you were expecting.”
“That’s an understatement if there ever was one,” Lindsay replied staring over Cyndi’s shoulder at what appeared to be a rather tall girl on a leash wrapped in heavy leather straps all around her semi-naked body.
“This is Twilight Girl. She is one of our Ponygirl staff here at the spa. She will tend to your bags while we join the others for dinner.”
“Ponygirl? What’s a ponygirl and what is going on here?” Lindsay’s tone was much more demanding than it was inquiring and her hands on hips pose made both Christine and Cyndi burst out laughing. “What’s so funny? This is serious….it’s demeaning…it’s....it’s too weird.” For once in her life Lindsay was truly at a loss for words and all she could do was shake her head in disbelief.
“Edgy and daring enough for you?” Christine chimed in. “The network wants to push the envelope and that’s what we’re going to give them. We’re not working for the Family Channel you know.”
“Twilight, be a dear and set Lindsay’s mind at ease, please. You have permission to speak.” Cyndi said as she drew the ponygirl closer by her reins, the bells on her nipple rings tinkled happily.
“I don’t feel my attire or status is demeaning, Ms Lindsay. This is my work uniform and it not only helps to make the guests feel more at home, it’s functional as well. This heavy leather corset I am wearing now provides support for my back when I take everyone’s bags up to their rooms. The feathered bridle and clip-on tail Mistress Cyndi asked me to wear tonight is only for show so I look more in character. My regular bridle doesn’t allow for normal speech and my normal tail is, shall we say, worn differently. Unfortunately, you won’t get to see my whole tack ensemble until Saturday as I have lodge duty on Friday when most of the guests arrive. I hate it that I’m not allowed to wear my pony boots in the lodge but they do scratch the hardwood floors.”
“Ponyboots?” Lindsay asked still trying to get a grasp on this alternate reality unfolding before her.
“Oh, yes, ponyboots. They are a little hard to describe but they are thigh length and soft, black leather. The bottom pads hold real horseshoes and there is a flat, steel shank inside that runs under my instep and up the back of my heel which is held about 5” off of the ground. The shank ends in a 3”-wide, padded, locking collar which prevents any possibility of twisting an ankle if I should step on a stone or something. I would wear them all the time if I could but my classmates aren’t as open-minded as they’d like you to believe. My college is on a trimester system, so I go to school September to April and work here the other four months. I not only make enough money here to pay all of my school expenses but the staff get to participate in all the activities with the guest when we have free time. Working in a “sex positive” environment is so liberating.”
Lindsay’s head was reeling. She was way out of her element here. After having sat through a half-day, orientation lecture on Wednesday on “Sexual Harassment in the Workplace” policies, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing from this….this….ponygirl. “Sex positive?” she ventured weakly.
At this point, Cyndi stepped into the conversation while unclipping Twilight’s leash. “Thank you, Twilight. I think our guests may be a little overwhelmed by all of this. They can read more about our policies and practices this evening after we have fed them properly and they’ve had a chance to unwind from their journey. Please see to their bags now.”
“Yes, Mistress Cyndi,” and she headed for the back of the SUV, her bells jingling all the while.
Lindsay never liked being brushed off so lightly and so she persisted, “No, really, what did Twilight mean by “sex positive”?
“Some people view sex as a necessary evil. Here at Pampered Pony we view sex as the most positive affirmation of our humanity anyone could offer. Our only rules are that it is safe, sane and consensual. To seek to have sex with someone, whether boy or girl, is simply a positive reinforcement of that person’s desirability. Lindsay, I suspect that this weekend you two will have multiple offerings if you are open to them. In fact, I know a certain ponygirl who is very partial to redheads.”
An excited whinny of agreement was heard coming from the back of the SUV and Lindsay blushed almost as red as her hair before quickly turning and heading up the path to the lodge. Cyndi and Christine grinned at each other as they followed her in the front door to the sound of the dinner bell being rung.
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The dining room was just what you would expect to see in a ski lodge in Aspen with beautiful, grainy wood all around and a huge stone hearth at one end. The table was long and could easily seat forty guests but only six people were there despite the fact that it was set for fourteen that night.
“Everyone, this is Christine Donovan and her associate Lindsay Drake. They are here to do a human interest story about our ranch and spa for Channel 17.”
Christine and Lindsay gave a brief wave “Hi” and Lindsay asked, “Where are the other guests? I see several empty settings at the table.”
Tom, the owner, stood up to greet them. “Welcome, ladies. Our other guests for tonight are bedding down their ponies. They have had a busy day getting ready for this weekend’s show and races. The rest of our guests will be arriving sometime tomorrow. We will have a full house this weekend, for sure.”
“By’ bedding down their ponies’, you don’t mean that there are Ponygirls sleeping in the barn, do you?” Lindsay asked.
“Well, we call them stables but yes, definitely Ponygirls and Ponyboys as well,” replied Tom. “We cater to a diverse clientele here.”
“Doesn’t the temperature drop to near freezing out here in the desert at night? Won’t that be too cold?”
“That’s the spirit, Lindsay, showing compassion for the well-being of others even though you don’t seem to approve of what they are doing. You’re going to make a great newsperson some day. The stables are completely climate controlled and are maintained at 70oF at night and 80oF during the day. I can’t say the same for the lodge though. Tonight, the only source of warmth will be the fireplace; the nice heavy quilts on your beds….or each other.” Tom finished with a smile.
Christine stifled her urge to laugh as Lindsay blushed again and took advantage of the pause to suggest that they do an interview with Tom in front of the fireplace a little later. He graciously agreed as the other guest began to file into the dining room.
The conversation over dinner was mostly shop talk about the upcoming weekend’s events and Lindsay just listened in trying to understand the strange logic of it all. Occasionally, she’d glance over at Cyndi and Christine who were sipping their wine and chatting freely, like they’d known each other forever.
“Ding-ding-ding” sounded as Tom tapped his wine glass with his spoon. “Ladies and Gentlemen, our chef has prepared a very special dessert for this evening to kick off the weekend. Don’t worry, his lemon mousse cake only has 2000 calories per serving…..just kidding, besides the sauna will be up to temperature in about 30 minutes so you can sweat it off in no time. The moon is going to be full so we will leave the outside lights off by the pool….swim suits are optional this evening, as always.”
Twilight gently brushed by Lindsay just as he said that as she began serving coffee while the chef brought the dessert tray around. Lindsay cast more than a casual glance at Twilight’s perky 34C breasts as she passed and Twilight gave her a little shimmy that caused her to quickly shift her gaze back to her coffee. Twilight just giggled softly.
As the others finished up and headed to their rooms, Tom settled into a chair by the fire and gestured for Christine and Lindsay to join him. “Feel free to film this interview if you wish. It’s fine now that the other guests are gone. I will sign whatever release forms you need so you can broadcast it”, he offered.
“Do you mean that we can’t film the activities here? How are we going to do a story about the spa without any footage”, Lindsay inquired as she fired up the camera.
“You are going to be filming me,” Christine said boldly.
“What? You’ve got to be kidding,” Lindsay said as her jaw hit the floor. “You are going to running around naked and you want to be filmed for the entire world to see!”
“What did Jake say? Daring…edgy…be involved in your story! Remember Diane Fosse and her seminal work which led to Gorillas in the Mist. She lived it. How else can we truly report it but to live it? Besides, I won’t be naked just dressed it special gear called ‘tack’ right?”
“That’s right,” Tom added. “Twilight, the ponygirl you met earlier is topless by choice. There is a special dress code here which ensures that everyone’s personal limits will be respected and personal tastes can be accommodated. This weekend you will see some ponies dressed head to toe in latex or leather and I suspect some of them may let you film them. Others will be in various stages of undress. The code is simple. If they cover their “naughty bits” as the British say, they are here for the show and competition and will only have sex with their owners. If a ponygirl is topless, she is looking to have sex with other ponygirls or mistresses. If she is bottomless, it means she is willing to have sex with ponyboys or masters. The ponyboy code is just the opposite. If you see someone naked, that means they are up for anything. Is that helpful?”
“Helpful but still unbelievable. You certainly are daring, Christine. I don’t think I could do it.”
“It’s only for a weekend and if this gets me a promotion then it’s all worth it. Besides, it looks like Twilight really loves it so why not give it a try. Just try to film my good side,” Christine smirked at Lindsay. “By the way, how do you like that camera?”
“It’s great. It’s super light weight, auto-focusing and digitally stabilized. You couldn’t take a bad shot if you tried,” gushed Lindsay, “I probably owe the equipment room boy another kiss for giving me this.”
“Hey, if it’s that easy why don’t you conduct the rest of this interview and I’ll film you. That way you can get some “face time” in front of the camera and if I get a promotion for this you might be next in line for my job. Who knows?”
“Oh wow, thanks Christine. Here you go….just push this button once to record and once to stop. Try not to pan back and forth too quickly. We don’t want the viewers to get motion sick.”
“Not to worry, I can do miracles when it comes to editing raw footage. Wow, this camera really is light. If they had been this light 8 years ago, I might have become a camera man instead. Okay, Lindsay, recording in three…two…one.”
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The interview continued in a very relaxed manner for about the next 30 minutes. The questions were nothing you wouldn’t expect…..how did you get the idea for this special spa?…….how long have you been in business?......why do people enjoy “pony play”?......
At this question Tom suddenly became the interviewer, “Lindsay, why did you choose to be what you are going to become?”
“Oh that’s easy. I’ll get to meet people from all walks of life. It’s fascinating. I’ve dreamed about being a newsperson for as long as I can remember. I can’t imagine doing anything else.”
“I think the same can be said for many of the people who come here. They get to meet people from all over the world. Their stories are fascinating but everyone is unique. When you asked ‘why do people enjoy it’, I can’t give you a definitive answer. Talk to them this weekend. They may not let you film them but most will talk openly about this passion of theirs. You two are doing a ‘human interest’ piece and we have some very interesting humans here. Oh, here comes Cyndi,” Tom said as he rose, politely hinting that the interview was over for the evening.
“Christine, I need to get some measurements so I can lay out your tack for tomorrow. What size shoe do you wear?”
“11-wide or a 43 or 44 if you want EU size,” she replied.
“Oh, that’s going to be a problem I’m afraid. We only have one pair that large and the Senator’s wife will be wearing those. I have several extra sets in sizes 7, 8 and 9 and two pairs of 10s but that’s it.”
“Can’t I just wear my sneakers?”
“If you were the only ones here this weekend that wouldn’t be a problem but this is one of our biggest events of the year and the committee is very strict about the dress code. All ponies must have boots. Lindsay, what size do you wear, dear?”
“M-m-m-me?” she stuttered and turned a ‘whiter shade of pale’.
“Well, yes. Christine can’t do it and ‘The show must go on’ as they say.”
“I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Lindsay, why don’t you give Cyndi your measurements? We can go for a swim to relax and then you can sleep on it. There has to be some way we can salvage a story out of this.”
“Okay, an 8-1/2 or 9 should fit fine. 5’6. 125 lbs. 36D-24-34……but I’m not promising anything.”
“Great. I’ll have your tack ready in the morning. Breakfast is at 6:30. See you then.” Cyndi disappeared out the door before Lindsay could say another word and just as quickly out of nowhere Twilight jingled in.
“I’d be happy to show you to your room now. I’ve turned down the covers and laid out bathrobes if you’d like to go to the sauna or the pool,” she chirped brightly.
“Thank you, Twilight. I think Lindsay and I could use some time in a hot sauna to relax. Is there a masseur on duty tonight?”
“Frankie is booked solid tonight as usual and David and Jillian don’t arrive until tomorrow but I can book you a massage for tomorrow evening if you like.”
“We’ll have to wait and see. We may be leaving tomorrow if things don’t work out.”
Twilight’s lip quivered slightly as she said softly, “This way, please.”

Chapter 2: The Decision

Morning came early, as it always does for some people. Christine was just waking up as Lindsay came back into the room from her morning run.
“I hardly slept at all last night thinking about everything you said…..’edgy’….’daring’…..but Gorillas in the Mist was what put me over the top. Why not? Maybe I’ll get to write a book about my experience. It’s only for a weekend. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“I am so relieved to hear you say that. Maybe Cyndi can hold the camera from time to time so I can get some ‘face time’ too. After all this was my story idea, you know.”
“No problem. Just remember who got you that big promotion when it comes. Let’s eat.”
There were two extra late arrivals at the breakfast table and the conversation was highly animated about the weekend’s events. The chef outdid himself with the quiche and pastries as he could only showcase his talent properly for a group of 20 or less and the place would be filled to capacity for the next 7 meals.
Cyndi finally popped the question to Lindsay, “Well?” Short but concise as always, Cyndi was.
“Yes, I’ll do it.” Lindsay replied, which almost caused Twilight to spill the coffee pitcher. “What do we do next?”
“As soon as you fill out a brief medical questionnaire and sign a release form, we’ll go out and get you ready. That will include assigning a trainer. You won’t have time to learn all of the poses, postures and gaits but I saw you come in from your run and I think you stand a good chance of winning the Desert Derby on Sunday. Wouldn’t that be a great punchline to your story?”
Suddenly, the mention of “winning” ignited Lindsay’s competitive spirit and she thought this might be fun after all, smiling to herself. She wasn’t the only one smiling to herself. The trap was sprung.
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As they walked towards the stables, Lindsay and Christine were watching as owners began bringing their ponies out for their morning warm up. Cyndi was commenting on some of the various protocols but the butterflies in Lindsay’s stomach were flapping so loudly she couldn’t hear a word being said. Cyndi touched her arm to get her attention and said, “It’s very unusual for someone to come out here without a master or mistress so since no one has assigned you a name I guess you get to pick your own. What do you think you’d like for your pony name?”
“Why can’t I just be Lindsay?”
“Lindsay Drake is a news reporter. You need a pony name to make you feel the role of a pony.”
“I think Irish Rose would be a great name for a redheaded pony,” Christine volunteered.
“What do you say? Does Irish Rose suit you? We could call you Irish, for short,” Cyndi chimed in.
“Okay, I don’t have a better one in mind and you two seem to be in agreement, Irish Rose, it is.”
“Oh look, here comes Mistress Ella. She’s going to be your trainer. I have briefed her on what I’d like you to learn while you’re here and what events you might compete in. Come I’ll introduce you before we get you into your tack. Don’t say anything, just smile and nod when introduced.”
“Good Morning again, Mistress Cyndi.”
“And to you also, Mistress Ella. I’d like to present your charge for this weekend, Irish Rose.” A quick exchange of nods later, Cyndi continued,”and this is Christine Donovan from Channel 17. She is here to do a story about The Pampered Pony and will be following Irish Rose throughout her training.”
They shook hands and Christine said, “I expect you to put this pony through her paces. She has a lot of potential.” The smile they shared was almost as chilling as the morning desert air.
“I’m off to do a couple of errands but I should be back by the time you have her in her tack,” Mistress Ella shouted over her shoulder as she hustled out of the stables.
“All right, let’s get you ready. Since this is your first day as a pony, I want you to wear this leather bikini. I don’t want the others making passes at you and disrupting your training.
“You want me to change right here in the open with people walking in and out all of the time?”
“A real ponygirl wouldn’t hesitate for a minute…but since you are new, you may step into this stall to change. Don’t expect Mistress Ella to cut you any slack though. She demands unquestioning obedience during training and is a firm disciplinarian.”
Two minutes later Lindsay stepped out of the stall in the skimpy, black bikini. The appearance was stunning enough to cause one owner to trip over the stable’s sliding door sill. A fumble his pony wife didn’t miss and she stepped on his foot to let him know that his unwarranted attention to the newbie wasn’t appreciated. Her steel ponyboot hoof got her point across and he led her out the door, limping slightly.
“Well, Irish Rose, you certainly do make an impression,” said Cyndi, “let’s get your boots on. Hold on to the stall door and give me your left foot and we’ll try these size 9s on you. Since you will be training for the Derby, you will only have calf-length boots which are easier to run in. The show ponies will all have thigh-length boots.”
It only took two minutes with Cyndi’s experience to fit the first boot properly, lock the protective ankle cuff and lace it up. “Okay, now the other one.”
Lindsay teetered unsteadily on her left foot and was thankful that she had something to hold on to. It only took a couple more minutes and both boots were done.
“Hold on to the railing on the wall and walk to the end of the stable,” Cyndi directed, “then turn around and come back without using the rail. Clasp your hands on top of your head for balance when you return.”
Fortunately for the Irish side, the Lindsay side was in great condition and the walk in the heavy boots proved to easier than originally thought. “These are kind of fun to walk in,” smiled Lindsay to herself.
“Okay, Irish, let’s get your main harness on and I’ll explain what all the pieces are as we go,” said Cyndi. “Think of this as just a big corset with shoulder straps and buckles. It will help you maintain your posture, support your back and prevent any bruising while pulling the sulky. Put your arms through these shoulder straps and I will lace and buckle the back. Christine, are you getting all of this recorded? I’m not in your light, am I?
“No, you are doing fine. Just keep explaining things like you are. I’ll move around as needed to get the shots I want. That is a very expensive looking harness and the red and black leather lattice work down the front goes great with her red hair.”
“I agree, Christine. It is truly beautiful but do you have to lace it so tightly, Cyndi?
“I’ll lace it even tighter unless you start calling me Mistress Cyndi, Ponygirl Irish Rose.” A quick jerk on the waist line conveyed the message that school was now in session. The buckles took a couple of minutes more and then Cyndi began pointing out some other features of the harness. “The rings on both sides of your shoulders are where the reins pass through to keep them from rubbing on your neck and causing a brush burn. The partial cups on the front provide support for your breasts, much like a sports bra. Go ahead and jog down to the end and back again to get a feel for it.”
“Yes, Mistress Cyndi.” said Irish and off she went almost giggling over all the attention she was getting.
“She learns quickly,” Cyndi quipped to Christine.
“Yes, that’s what I was afraid of so she had to be brought here. We’ll see how everything goes.”
Cyndi refocused her attention on Irish as clip-clopping of ponyboots drew near again. “Okay, ponygirl, let’s finish up your tack before Mistress Ella comes back or we’ll both be in hot water. Let me put these leather cuffs on your wrists as you will need them to pull the sulky. These rings on your cuffs connect to leading arms on the sulky so you can’t accidently drop the handles when you are running. It happened once a few years ago and the rails dug into the dirt flipping the cart and driver, breaking his arm. They also have little bells on them that have a nice jingle when you walk since you don’t have nipple rings like Twilight,” Cyndi explained as she locked the cuffs on with a concealed latch.
“Irish, why don’t you put your hair up into a pony tail with this scrunchy and I’ll attach a tail to the base of your corset for your first day. Christine can you put the camera down for a minute and help me with the head harness,” directed Cyndi realizing too late she might have said too much.
“What’s a head harness?” Christine was quick to cover Cyndi’s slip of the tongue by feigning ignorance.
“It’s that bundle of straps with the red feather sticking out of the top hanging on the side of the stall,” recovered Cyndi, “Please bring it to me and I’ll show you how it goes on.”
Irish was really starting to get into this pony play thing and she shook her hands to make her bells jingle.
“I know you are getting eager to see what’s next but you will have to stand still so I can get your head piece on. Oh look, here comes Twilight Girl. Come over here, Twilight. Grab your head harness off the rack and show Irish Rose how it looks and works, would you dear?”
“Yes, Mistress Cyndi. Is that Ms. Lindsay’s new pony name, Irish Rose?”
“Yes, Twilight dear, now hurry as Mistress Ella could be back any minute.”
“Can I be in the video too with Irish Rose?”
“Certainly, if you want to, Twilight, you’ll just have to sign a release form later. Christine, give Irish her head piece and you can film Twilight showing Irish how it works and how to put it on.”
“First, grab the part that looks like a tiara with a feather sticking out and give it a good shake and you will see that the straps all sort themselves out. Now put the tiara’s top strap across the top of your head and fish your ponytail through the big ring in the strap like I’m doing. Don’t mind all the junk hanging in front of your face right now. Ready? Good. Now the part that looks like an upside-down “Y” goes down the sides of your nose. Now just watch me a minute, this is really cool, in a high tech sort of way that is.” Having said that, Twilight inserted the flat rubber coated plate on top of her tongue and pull the rest of the bit back between her teeth. The most amazingly realistic whinny sounds came out of her mouth.
Irish’s jaw almost hit the floor. “How did you do that? That was so cool!”
Twilight was grinning from ear to ear as she removed her bit. “Didn’t I tell you? The rubber covered plate that sits on my tongue holds the batteries but don’t worry it’s completely waterproof. The cylindrical part of the bit between my teeth has a microphones and mini-speakers in both ends. See the slots in the ends? The rubber bit contains a micro-processor that works like those fancy headsets with noise-cancellation technology. It automatically cancels out what you try to say and converts it to a series of whinnies. I tried to say, ‘Mary had a little lamb’. You try to say something.”
“Irish, say ‘I love being a ponygirl’ in your natural voice and then try it with the bit in place,” Christine suggested coyly.
Irish giggled and said, “I love being a ponygirl” and then shoved the plate and bit into her mouth but what came out was a happy sounding, “N-n-n-g-g-h….n-n-g-h….N-n-n-n-n-n-g-g-h-h-h-h-h!” It took a good three minutes to stop Irish and Twilight from giggling and laughing.
Finally, Cyndi punned in, “Okay, you two that’s enough horsing around, we’ve got work to do. Thank you, Twilight, you’d better hurry back to the lodge I hear the main gate sliding open and you have to greet our guests…….and don’t forget to disinfect your harness and put your greeter’s headdress back on.”
“Yes, Mistress Cyndi, and you’re welcome. I was happy to help,” chirped Twilight and she jogged jingling out the door to see to her lodge duties for the rest of the morning.
“Time to put your pony voice back on and I’ll do the straps up for you.”
Irish put the plate back in and the bit went right into place as Cyndi cinched up the strap behind her head and locked it. The chin strap was tightened and locked as well as the ones running up beside her ears and joining the ring holding her ponytail. “Is that too tight, Irish, dear?
“N-n-n-g-g-h-h!” was all that came back in response.
“Okay, let’s go outside and hook you up to a cart for Mistress Ella.”
They exited the stables through the door farthest from the lodge and found the sulky that Tom had left for them. Cyndi positioned Irish between the rails and had her lift them up. The cuff rings were quickly padlocked to the rings on the handles and Cyndi told Irish to let go to demonstrate that she couldn’t drop it if she tried. As Irish grasped the handles again, Cyndi fitted blinders to each side of her head harness as well as connected the reins to the bit and ran them through the rings on her shoulder pads and back to the cart.
“I told Mistress Ella to start you out slowly with just blinders and gradually work up to a full blindfold. You have to learn to trust your driver when she gives you a command with the reins. Ah, Mistress Ella, I was just giving Irish Rose a brief preview of what’s to come today. She’s all yours.”
“Thank you, Mistress Cyndi; I believe Tom is looking for you……something about needing another room tonight. I also signed those release papers for Ms Donovan so she may film me and left them on your desk. See you later.”



Chapter 3: Let the Training Begin

“First lesson you have to learn Irish is that you are here to please me. When you are hooked up to a cart, you are to kneel with the handles resting on the ground. That makes it easier for your driver, whoever that may be, to step over the rails and sit down.”
No sooner had Ella finished speaking than Irish felt the sting of a riding crop on her left buttocks. Her squeal only came out as a soft whinny and she heard Ella ask, “Why are you still standing, ponygirl? I thought I was quite clear about what was expected and I do so hate to repeat myself. I like to let my crop do my clarifying when necessary.”
“Very good, my pretty ponygirl. I didn’t even finish my little speech and you were already on the ground. I think I like you already. Irish was just happy to have avoided another swat with the crop and whinnied a sigh of relief.
“Up,” was the command and Irish sprang to her feet. “I love your red hair, ponygirl. Wiggle your ponytail for me. Nice. Okay, I am now going to give you the basic commands with the reins and then we will walk a few times around the track to help you get used to pulling the cart and following my lead. From the standing position, when I shake both reins that means to start walking. If I whistle, it means go faster. Obviously, if I pull on your left rein gently, it means to veer slightly to the left. If I pull hard like this it means to turn sharply. If you are at a standstill like you are now, a hard pull means I want you to pivot the cart around in place. The same goes for pulling on the right rein. If I pull both reins back gently when you are walking, I want you to slow down. If I pull back hard, I want you to stop immediately. If I pull them back, while you are standing, I want you to back up. Are you clear about all of these?”
“N-n-n-g-g-h-h,” said Irish, which was apparently pony-ese for ‘Yes’ because Ella gave the reins a quick shake and off they went with first a slight turn to the right and then on towards the entrance to the track. Ella gave a firm pull on the reins and Irish stopped.
“If we go for a walk down the canyon later, it is okay to walk as you normally would but here on the grounds, you must learn to walk properly. I want my ponygirls to walk proudly, head held high and raising your knees to waist height with every step. Now let’s begin again,” said Ella shaking the reins and off they went.
Swat! Irish’s right cheek felt the crop that time as Ella called out, “Higher with those knees, Irish.”
Series of whinnies erupted from Irish’s mouth as if to say, “Okay, okay, knock it off with the crop already, I get it, I get it.” Ella just chuckled to herself.
100 yards later Ella drew back on the reins and Irish came to a halt. “Down” came the command, “I have to open the gate.” A minute later, Ella came back and taking Irish by the bridle lead her through the gate and closed it behind them. Irish immediately went to her knees without being told and Ella climbed in and shook the reins.
“I’m going to film from the grandstands,” said Christine, “I don’t want to get my sneakers dirty.”
As they resumed their walk, Ella began to explain that the track was only ¼ mile, much like a high school athletic field only much wider to accommodate several lanes of sulkies. The 35 and older ponies only race once around the track but the 18-34 year-olds run a full mile. That means on Derby Day, there will be 4 races in the sulky classes, two for ponygirls and two for ponyboys. Late in the afternoon on Saturday, there will be a chariot race for fun. It has two ponies pulling a chariot with two drivers. What makes it really challenging is that the drivers have paintball guns that they can use after the first turn to try to eliminate the other drivers. A chariot with two dead drivers at the finish line is disqualified. Ella gave a sharp whistle and Irish picked up the pace a little for the rest of the first few laps.
As they approached the start finish line, Ella shouted, “Okay, Irish, you’re on the stop watch, show me what kind of conditioning you’ve got.” Two sharp whistles and a swat on the rear and Irish was off and running. It was a little awkward not being able to swing your arms while running but Irish quickly got into a rhythm. She saw a muddy patch up ahead on the inside lane and was planning to avoid it when Ella pulled her left rein heading her right for it. She resisted and continued in a straight line not wanting to get her ponyboots muddy.
Suddenly, a severe jerk on both reins that jammed the bit hard into her mouth and caused her eyes to water brought her to an abrupt halt. BANG! BANG! Two shots rang out from Ella’s Ruger Blackhawk, 357-Magnum revolver and she vaulted out of the cart and sprinted past Irish.
A minute later, she was in Irish’s face and screaming, “I told you to veer to the left. What did you think you were doing? I saw the mud. It’s my job to see everything. It is my job to train you but more importantly it is my job to protect you. You saw the mud but did you see this?” With that she held up what was at one time a perfectly healthy rattlesnake right in front of Irish’s eyes which opened almost as wide as her mouth. Ella continued, “This canyon is full of snakes and they like to come out on the track sometimes to warm themselves in the sun. They can easily strike an animal up to 4 feet away and 3 feet off the ground. I’ll bet he’d have loved a bite of that cute little butt of yours.” Ella was fuming. “The nearest medical facility is in Needles over those mountains to the North. By the time the LifeStar helicopter got here and got you there, you could have been dead. The anti-venom we keep on hand might not be enough to save you. Naughty ponygirl!”
With that Irish began to sob as she realized what might have been. Ella embraced her for a moment to comfort her and then jumped back into the cart and pulled hard to the right. Irish turned the cart on a dime as previously instructed and waited for further cues.
“Very good, Irish but you still have to be punished for your disobedience. Head for the stable.” A shake of the reins, two quick swats and a whistle and they were off to the stable, double-time.
As they cleared the gate at the track, Christine, Tom, Cyndi…..and most of the guests were on hand and standing waiting to hear what the commotion was about.
Tom spoke first, “I assume all the racket means you got another one, El.” Tom was the only one who could get away with calling Mistress Ella, El for short.
“Sure did,” smirked Ella as she held up what had to have been an 8-foot rattler. This produced an audible gasp from the crowd.
“Looks like the foundation owes you another $100 bounty. Let me put this on ice. Nice shooting, El.”
“Too bad there isn’t a reward for saving this little filly’s butt. She almost ran right into it, completely ignoring my command to turn aside. Now she has to be punished. Christine, I’m sorry but you won’t be able to do any filming in the corral as there are other guests there now. Why don’t you go hang out with Mistress Cyndi and Twilight? Perhaps you can get some good interviews as the guests arrive.”
Taking Irish by the bridle, she led her to the corral. There she locked a set of larger, leather cuffs above her elbows and pulled them together and linked them before unlocking her hands from the rails. Immediately, the cuffs on her wrists were also locked to rings on each side of her corset and she was led into the corral where her reins were attached to the outer arm of the exercise carrousel. Three other ponies, two girls and a boy, were already doing laps around the corral.
“Don’t think for one minute that this is your punishment. This is just standard posture training. You can parade around with the others while I decide on a suitable correction program. Mistress Lilith, be a dear and keep an eye on Irish Rose for me along with your other trainees. Make sure she keeps her knees up. I’ll be back soon.”
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Soon, as it turns out, is a relative term. It was just before lunch when Mistress Ella returned. She was pleasantly surprised that Irish hadn’t wilted although her butt cheeks and thighs had been reddened by Lilith’s crop. There was now resoluteness in Irish’s eyes that said if these others can do this, so can I.
“Thank you, Mistress Lilith; I’ll take her off your hands now.”
“No problem, Mistress Ella. Irish has been high-stepping like the best of them for the last hour. I haven’t had to swat at her at once.”
“Well, why is she still so red then?”
“Let’s just say the first hour or so was less than satisfactory,” Mistress Ella replied proudly.
Ella disengaged the drive for the carousel arm and quickly took down Irish’s reins. She led her back to the stable and showed her the new sign on one of the stalls, IRISH ROSE, etched into the shiny, brass plate. She opened the door and led Irish in as she pulled out her cell phone and hit speed dial #2.
“Yes, Mistress Ella” answered Cyndi.
“Can you spare Twilight to tend to Irish Rose for a little while? Mistress Lilith was a little severe on her and she is going to need some TLC and rest before we can resume training.”
“Certainly, Ella, but we are expecting the next guests in about an hour and a half, so I’ll need her back by then.”
“Great. You’re a life saver. Have Twilight bring a chocolate, protein shake, a topical anesthetic and some Aloe lotion. We are in stall #3. Bye.”
Once again, Ella turned her attention to Irish. She picked up a tall, red posture collar trimmed in black off from the bed and showed it to her. It had her name stamped in it. “Raise your chin a little, Irish,” she said as she placed it around her neck and locked it. She then attached it to a chain anchored in the back wall of the stall. “Let’s take the strain off of your shoulders, shall we?” she said as she unclipped the leather elbow cuffs first and then the wrist cuffs.
Irish shook her arms and said, “N-n-n-g-g-h N-g-h” which means “Thank You” in pony-ese. She had heard Mistress Ella mention TLC and whatever that means on a pony ranch, she knew she was in desperate need of it.
“I am going to take off your bridle now but remember, just like Twilight, you are not allowed to speak unless given permission. Speak of the devil, here she comes. In here, dear.”
Twilight tried to hide her shock at the condition of Irish’s bottom and thighs as it was all she could do to hold back the tears as her pursed lips quivered. Inquiringly, she glanced over at Ella.
“It’s going to be fine, Twilight. There is no bruising and no broken skin to get infected; it’s just a little red and puffy. That’s what you are here for now. I expect you to help her recover from this unfortunate incident.”
Turning to Irish, Ella explained, “Twilight is going to apply a topical anesthetic first to take the sting out and help the puffiness and then gently rub in Aloe Vera to soothe and heal any tiny fissures in the skin which might have occurred. Drink this chocolate shake for now. I’m afraid solid food would not be a good idea in case you have a reaction to the anesthetic. If you suffer no ill effects this afternoon in the heat, I’ll see to it you get something extra special for dinner. Feel free to use your bathroom if you need to…….it’s behind the door in the corner. You will have to share facilities with the other 3 ponies in this quad of stalls.”
Irish took hold of the chain locking her in her stall and held it up with a quizzical look.
“That is company policy, I’m afraid. All ponies must be chained when they are in their stalls. It prevents unwanted night visitors. It seems strange to have to do it during the day but I don’t make the rules. By the way, you will probably want to take off your bikini bottoms. It will make it easier to apply the lotion. When Twilight is finished, I recommend you take a short nap if you can. The heat of the day can be really draining on those unaccustomed to desert life. You both have permission to speak after I leave but don’t dawdle. The sooner you start treatment the better you’ll feel. I’ll be back,” Ella concluded with a much feminized impersonation of Arnold and she headed for the lodge.

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Chapter 4: Different Strokes for Different Folks

Irish surprised herself at how quickly she had fallen asleep once Twilight had begun the massage. She never heard Twilight slid the door to her stall closed and snap the lock. It was the jingle of Mistress Ella’s key ring and rattling of the lock that made her open her eyes and sit up. She stood up and started to walk towards the door when Ella shouted, “Stop!” It’s a good thing she listened this time and stopped dead in her tracks as one more step and the chain anchoring her to the wall would have given her neck one heck of a whiplash.
“Very good, Irish. You just saved yourself a lot of pain. You wouldn’t have been the first pony to have tried to hang themselves on their first day here. In the future, when a trainer enters your stall, please just rise to the “parade rest” position and await further commands. Now back up even with those rings in the walls and I will show you the position.”
Mistress Ella stepped behind Irish and grabbed her wrists placing them so that her hands formed an overlapping “V”. “Now, flatten your fingers out and hook your thumbs together. Shoulders back and chin up proudly dear. Place your feet about shoulder-width apart now. There, now that’s it. Now you look like a perfectly proud, properly Pampered Pony…..Peter Piper picked a pack of pickled peppers.”
Irish giggled at Ella’s joke and she began to mentally relax after her ordeal. She was beginning to feel very safe while Ella or Twilight were around.
“Now drink this bottle of water. It’s getting hot outside now, even with the camouflage netting spread over the rim of the canyon. Use the bathroom if you have to. Leave your bikini bottoms off for now.”
She was still wondering what her punishment for her earlier misstep was going to be when she came back out. She assumed the “parade rest” position without being told and Ella handed her back her head harness and told her to put it on as tightly she could tolerate because this afternoon’s training involved a lot of swerving back and forth and she didn’t want it falling off.
Irish smiled at Ella as she put the bit in her mouth and tightened the straps and then laughed which as you know by now comes out as “N-n-n-n-g-g-g-h!” “This thing really is cool,” she thought to herself and laughed again at her own whinny.
Ella checked the straps and clicked the locks shut. “Extend your arms straight out from your shoulders towards the rings, Irish,.” where upon she clipped a chain to each ring and wrist cuff further limiting Irish’s movement. From the “rest” position it was then a simple matter to likewise clip chains to the ankle cuffs.
“Have been thinking about your punishment and what you have already unfortunately gone through and have decided to teach you how even pleasure can be a form of discipline.” Ella proceeded to lock a beautiful, neoprene-lined chrome band around Irish’s waist which brought a very confused look from Irish.
“Here’s the discipline part, my little filly,” she said holding up another chrome and neoprene band. This one had a bright red pony tail hanging down and two rubber protrusions sticking up. Just the sight of this caused Irish’s eyes to bug out and she tried to back up but all she could do was rattle her chains.
“Now, not knowing how much experience you may have had in your personal life, I have given you two of our smaller plugs which by now I am sure you have guessed where they go. As we run through the obstacles in the corral this afternoon, these two toys will wiggle around and give you a pleasurable time but not quite pleasurable enough I’m afraid.” Ella liberally lubricated the two probes and slide them home, locking the band in the front and back. “Of course, if you do really well, from time to time I may press this button on my little remote here.”
Buzz-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z. Immediately the vibrator pressing against her clit and the ones in each of the probes sprang to life and Irish’s knees almost buckled. The buzzing stopped as suddenly as it started and Irish whinnied and gave a please don’t stop stare that would melt the coldest heart.
Mistress Ella chuckled, “Do we have an understanding, Irish?” as she unhooked the chains from her wrist and ankle cuffs.
Irish nodded vigorously in reply as she was beginning to see some of the attraction of this unorthodox, sex-positive lifestyle. “N-n-n-n-n-g-g-h!” she whinnied and wondered if Christine had any idea what she was missing.
“Before we go find your cart and continue, I want you to learn another piece of pony etiquette as you will be introduced to other guests and ponies this afternoon. When introduced to another pony, all which is expected is a simple nod in their direction as you are all equals. When you are introduced to a Master or Mistress you must bow and keep your eyes to the ground until you are told to rise. It’s much like meeting the Queen of England. Now try this, put your right foot forward about 18” and bend from the waist as far forward as you can. Keep you right leg straight and bend your left knee. It’s kind of like a curtsey and a graceful ballet move all in one. Try again, dear…..not bad, but don’t rush it….smoothly, try counting to 3…one (ease your foot forward)…two (bend from the waist)….three (curtsey with your left knee)…..now hold it…Rise. Okay, one last time for now and think elegant….remember the Queen approaches…..Yes, that’s it…..Rise. You really are a quick learner.” Irish just blushed with pride as Ella connected her reins and began to lead her out of the stable.
“We have one more detail to attend to and then Christine can join us on the obstacle course. She was able to get two other couples to consent to filming this afternoon so the course will be tougher as we have to avoid other carts using the course. You will have to trust my every cue and act without hesitation.”
“N-n-n-g-g-h-h,” whinnied Irish and she nodded.
They exited the back of the stable and turned behind a tall wooden wall into a private alcove off the corral. There was Master Tom and Mistress Lilith. Irish stopped dead in her tracts but Ella said softly, “It’s okay, this is nothing to be scared of.”
“I believe Mistress Lilith has something to say to you, Irish,” said Master Tom.
“I am very sorry that I got carried away with your training this morning, Irish Rose. I should have known better than to have pushed a newbie so hard. Please forgive me,” begged Lilith.
“Well said, Mistress Lilith. Drop your pants and assume the position, please. How many strokes do you feel you deserve,” asked Master Tom.
“Five, please, Master Tom,” answered Lilith, “with the cane instead of the crop”.
“Five it is then…..count!”
Tap…tap…tap…swoosh, WHACK!.....”One,” groaned Lilith.
Tap…tap…tap…swoosh, WHACK!.......”T-Two-o-o,” Lilith sputtered as she gasped for breath.
Tap…tap…tap…swoosh, ….the sound alone of the cane slicing through the air was enough to make Lilith cringe in dread…WHACK! …”Th-th-threeee” Lilith panted and Irish had to turn away as red welts began to appear across Lilith’s bottom.
Tap…tap…tap…tap…tap…just the stalling set Lilith’s nerves on end as she gritted her teeth…tap…swoosh, WHACK!!.....”F-f-f-f-our,” Lilith’s knees buckled and she began sob as she held on to the railing on the outside of the stables to keep from falling down.
“Irish, come here,” commanded Tom.
Irish looked around for someplace to hide. She was terrified of what Master Tom might do next but Ella nudged her forward and whispered, “You have to be the one to end it.”
“Lash number five is yours to give. Remember how she beat you. Remember how she humiliated you. Show her all the resentment you have towards her,” Tom goaded her on, “Take the cane. Do it now.”
Tap...tap…tap…swish, whack…”Five,” Lilith said, breathing a sigh of relief and pulling up her pants.
“You are a very compassionate young lady, Lindsay, like I said last night,” Tom said praisingly, “Not many people would have passed up an opportunity to extract their pound of flesh in revenge. You’ll be a great newsperson some day. Now get back to training and show me what kind of ponygirl, Irish Rose can be.
Mistress Lilith looked Irish in the eyes, said “Thank you” and planted a big kiss right across her bit and lips much to the astonishment of everyone. “There will be a special treat for you in your stable tonight.”
Irish simply whinnied and did a perfect curtsey almost all the way to the ground.
Ella laughed out loud said, “Rise! Let’s go find us a cart and get back to work, ponygirl.”
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The obstacle course was set-up inside one of the smaller corrals on the ranch. Christine was already sitting on the top rail of the fence filming the others when Mistress Ella and Irish Rose showed up.
“I heard about your run in with Lilith after I left. It couldn’t have been too serious though as I see the redness is almost all gone and there are no cuts or bruises.”
“She usually works with the consignment ponies at the other end of the canyon, but a new batch won’t be coming in until Monday. This weekend we needed to have as many trainers and aides available as possible even the ones who get a little over zealous from time to time. Let’s just say that Lilith and Irish have kissed and made up for all of that and get back to training,” advised Ella as she opened the gate to the corral.
The first few times through the course weren’t spectacular as Irish had to learn how far to turn based on how hard she thought Ella was pulling. How hard is hard is clearly a matter of interpretation not objective science and Irish sideswiped a couple of gates and ran over a few cones before a good understanding was reached. Each time she made an error, buzz-z-z-z-z-z-z went the vibrators but never long enough to give her the release she craved. After a near miss with another cart, which was the other trainers fault, Mistress Ella decided it was time to put Irish to the test and out came the blindfold.
“It’s time to show me how good a learner you are, Irish. Don’t be afraid. I haven’t crashed you into anything yet. Just trust me. You can do this, I know it.” With that Ella attached the blindfold to the inside edges of the blinders and Irish’s world went dark. Ella climb back in the cart and shook the reins and Irish started walking, head held high and knees up. After a series of circuits, Ella pulled Irish to a stop.
“Down”, said Ella stepping off the cart and then over the rails. “Up.” Irish stood quietly whinnying as she tried to catch her breath. The hot, dry desert air was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe and she was sweating profusely. Ella stepped up beside her and whispered in her ear, “Let’s do one for the record books. One more run through and we will call it a day. Tip your head back and I’ll give you a little sip of water first. You will have to listen really closely for my whistles and sense my every pull as we speed up and slow down through the different phases of the course. The last section is just a straight 25-yard dash but everyone has a tendency to drift either left or right and only minor corrections are needed but I think you can do it. Are you ready to try?”
A nod and a N-n-n-g-g-h-h later and Ella was back in the cart speed dialing # 2 again. “Mistress Cyndi could you find Master Tom and come to the obstacle course, Irish wants to try to break the blindfold record.” Two minutes later, Tom, Cyndi and most of the guests were lined up along the corral fence.
“Master Johnson! Master Fredricks!” Tom shouted, “Would you be so kind as to move your carts behind the yellow line for a moment. Mistress Ella and Irish Rose would like to try the course against the clock without having to dodge extra objects. Thank you so much.” Pulling out his stop watch, he turned and asked, “Are you ready Mistress Ella?”
“One second, Master Tom.” “Hey, Irish,” Ella whispered, “The record was set by a ponygirl named Winter Spirit and her trainer, …..Mistress Lilith.”
“N-n-n-n-g-g-g-h-h-h-h!! That’s “Game on!” in pony-ese.
“Ready, Master Tom.”
“On your mark….get set…go!”
A quick flick of the reins and Irish started off through the first gate. A quick whistle and then again and Irish was sprinting straight through the next. A light tug to slow down and a hard pull to the right for a complete 180 and back down the next row of obstacles, first left and then right and then left again then right for a 270o turn around the first barrel. Two whistles and a burst of speed to the next gate and then a tug to slow for the last barrel with a 450o turn to head down the course one more time. Left. Right. Left. The final 180o and two whistles and the dash to the finish line was on. Just a slight shift to right and hard tug to stop.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the time for Mistress Ella and Irish Rose is 1 minute and 44.2 seconds. There is a 2 second penalty for hitting cone number 5 for a total time of 1:46.2. There was a long pause while Master Tom waited for Ella to remove Irish’s blindfold, then he continued, “Breaking the previous record of 1:54.4 set by Mistress Lilith and her pony, Winter Spirit almost 4 years ago. The first round of drinks tonight is on the house.”
Whether the crowd was cheering at the thought getting free drinks or cheering for the winners, really didn’t matter to Irish Rose. Her first day as a ponygirl was winding down and although she was hot and horny she couldn’t remember being this happy in a long time. “I sure hope Christine got that run on tape,” she thought to herself as Ella gave her another sip of water and started leading her back to the stables.
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Having put the cart away for the night, Mistress Ella ushered Irish Rose back into her stall and reconnected her collar to the wall. As she began the task of removing Irish’s tack, Irish whinnied and fidgeted.
“Irish dear, if you will just stand still a minute it will be easier to undo you and you’ll get to use the bathroom that much quicker. Besides, do you see the red light on the door post? It means that someone else is in there right now so you’ll have to wait until the light turns green again.”
“I guess she does understand what I need even without my being able to say it,” Irish thought to herself and stood stock-still for the next two minutes. When her headgear was unlocked, Ella gave her the okay to remove it and continued loosing the laces on the body harness. About a minute later the back to the harness opened up and Irish got her first full breath of the day. She almost blurted out a question but caught herself. Instead she looked at the red light, then to Ella and tipped head as much as her posture collar would allow.
“Would you like to say something dear? Whenever you want to say something all you have to do is paw the ground with left hoof and I’ll let you know if it is okay. Sit down dear so I can remove your ponyboots. You have permission to speak.”
“Why are all of my toiletries here and what is all of this other paraphernalia? None of this was here earlier. ”
“Irish, your stuff was brought down from the lodge because this is where all the ponies sleep. I’m sure you will want to wash your hair and clean up after today’s work out. Since ponies don’t wear pajamas, all of your clothes are still in your room up at the lodge. The table and chair are for your meals and for you to do your work on this evening. That bottle and bowl is for soaking your mouthpiece. It contains a very strong anti-bacteria solution. Hand me your headdress and I’ll show you. First you put the rubber end caps on the bit to protect the speakers and then you put it in the bowl. Fill the bowl to the yellow line being careful not to get the leather parts wet and let it sit for about an hour. When the time is up, take the mouthpiece out of the solution, rub the straps with this saddle soap and hang it on that hook to dry overnight. Are you with me so far?”
“Yes, Mistress Ella. Is that it?”
“Silly ponygirl, who do you think is going to clean all of this tack you got dirty, the leather fairy?”
Irish smiled at Ella’s quip and realized that it only made sense to have to clean up after herself.
Ella continued, “After you hang up the headdress, put the corset laces in the solution for 5 minutes and then hang them up to dry also. Your pony boots should be wiped down with the saddle soap inside and out to clean them and keep them soft and your hooves need to be polished. We don’t want scuff marks showing and we don’t want to leave clumps of dirt behind as you walk so clean the grooves in the bottom of the hooves as well. The corset will take you the longest. You will have to dip that rag in the solution and wipe the entire thing down. Next you will wipe it with saddle soap just like your boots, inside and out, and then hang it by the shoulder straps on those two padded hooks. Use one of the smaller brushes to clean any sand or grit out of that fancy lattice work on the front and polish the sides where the handles of the cart have left scuff marks. That should keep you from getting bored tonight.”
No sooner had Ella finished than they both heard a door latch closed and the light turned green. Irish got up and started for the door when she remember the chastity belt and turned around to see Ella with an evil grin.
“I suppose you would like that off now wouldn’t you? I’m not so sure that you’ve had enough discipline to ensure your compliance. What do you think, Irish?”
“But didn’t I follow your every command on the obstacle course. Didn’t we set a new record together?”
“That we did, Irish and I don’t feel that I properly rewarded you for that.” BUZZ-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z! The vibrators kicked in on high and Ella just smirked as she walked out leaving the remote on the floor just out of reach of Irish’s chain. “I’ll be back in a while. Enjoy yourself, ponygirl.”
Irish could barely hear Ella’s fading footsteps over the incessant buzzing of the vibrators. She screamed fell back on the bed in the throes of the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt. BUZZ-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z! Her mind was on edge now wondering how to stop it and she moaned deeper. For the first time, she heard giggling coming from the other side of the adjoining stall. “Oh no,” she thought, “Someone else knows what’s going on. I am so embarrassed but”……(moan) a second smaller wave of an orgasm caused her to muffle another scream as her toes felt like they had curled back to her heels.
She was dying to call out for Ella to come back but where had she gone. “If I call out, will my voice be recognized? What a stupid pony I am. No one knows me here so why not call for help?” Her thoughts were driving her almost as crazy as the vibrators. BUZZ-Z-Z-Z-Z. Her third orgasm pushed her to the edge of being what the sex positive community refers to as “cum drunk” when Mistress Lilith opened the stall door. Irish was too far gone to feel any shame for her situation and didn’t blush a bit.

Chapter 5: Payback’s Not Always a Bitch

“Don’t you just love these long-lasting, rechargeable batteries,” said Lilith as she picked up the remote and hit the off button, dangling the keys to the chastity belt on her index finger. “Come here, Irish. Mistress Ella said you needed to use the bathroom and she is busy getting your dinner. Please jump in the shower for a minute while you are in there to get grit and sweat off. You can take a proper shower and wash your hair later. She said to tell you that you have to clean your chastity belt tonight too, first with that antiseptic solution and then with water then use this adapter to recharge it overnight. Now hurry.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” was all Irish could manage and dashed for the bathroom the second the belt came off. Ten minutes later a more relieved and composed Irish Rose emerged.
“It’s time for the treat I promised earlier but we have to go down the hall. I’ll have you back in time for dinner,” she said as she clipped a leash to Irish’s collar and then unlocked her chain. “Come along dear, you won’t need your bikini but don’t forget to wash that tonight too.”
Irish never even gave it a second thought and walked naked out into the corridor following closely behind Lilith. They only had to go past four stalls before turning right into a brightly lit room with a massage table and a diathermy tub.
“Into the tub you go ponygirl.” Mistress Ella insists that all of her first timers use the tub to relax their calf muscles after being in ponyboots all day. We don’t want you cramping up tomorrow and ruining your weekend.” Having finished with explanations, Lilith hit the button and the diathermy jets sprang to life.
Irish was drifting away to a different place when she was startled by Lilith’s commanding voice. “Okay, time to get out. Any more than fifteen minutes at those temperatures and it could elevate your blood pressure. Here dry off with this. Here comes your treat,” she said as Jillian walked through the door.
“Hi Jill, this is Irish Rose, Mistress Ella’s trainee.” Jillian nodded and Irish Rose did another splendid pony bow/curtsey.
“Very well done ponygirl, you may rise. Mistress Ella is bringing you along nicely,” commented Jillian. “Up on the table.”
“Thirty minutes then, Jill. I have to have her back before her dinner comes. I’m going to take a quick dip in the pool while you work your magic.”
Magic it was. Even the Lindsay side had never had such a massage as this. It was almost as good as the orgasms from the belt she thought…..well, maybe not quite that good but it was good and the thirty minutes went by in a flash.
“Thanks Jill,” said Lilith drying her hair as she stood at the end of the table, “Time to go back, Irish.”
Irish opened her mouth to thank Jillian also but Lilith chimed in, “I haven’t given you permission speak so don’t blow it now, ponygirl. I wouldn’t want to have to spank that bottom of yours again. I’ll thank Jillian more properly later for both of us. Now let’s go.”
Jillian and Lilith exchanged a quick kiss and Jillian muttered, “Later,” as they went out the door almost bumping into her next client. For a fleeting moment, Irish almost wanted to wiggle her tits at the couple coming in as if to say “Check out these puppies,” but she didn’t. “What is coming over me,” she wondered as they walked, “Lindsay would never think to do something like that.”
Mistress Lilith hooked the chain back on Irish’s collar and told her that she had just talked to Mistress Ella and dinner would be there in less than five minutes. Before Lilith could turn away, impulse overcame Irish and she wrapped her arms around Lilith and planted a big smooch right on her lips. It was only a few seconds and the debate still rages to this day as to whether there was any tongue involved but neither one are telling. Lilith blushed slightly, stepped back quickly then smiled as Irish feigned the best whinny she could muster without her bit in. “You’re welcome,” said Lilith and she left.
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A few minutes later the stable was bustling with activity again as the dinner carts were wheeled in. Plates clattered. Silverware tinkled. Corks popped. Bells jingled. It was pure cacophony. Adding to all the commotion was the chatter as most of the ponies were given permission to speak during dinner. Some even left their dinners to cool and went straight to love making. Irish could not believe the openness of it all. It was then her stall opened and in came Mistress Ella followed by Christine.
“It’s truly amazing,” said Christine.
“What’s that,” asked Irish?
“You’ve had that birthday suit for 22 years and it still fits,” joked Christine making Irish aware of her nakedness for the first time in several minutes. It all seemed so natural now that she didn’t even try to cover herself with her hands.
Ella chuckled and set the table. “Don’t expect this every night, Irish. A little champagne to toast our record. Fresh garden salad with your choice of dressing, Chicken Cordon Bleu with garlic mashed potatoes, fresh brazed asparagus with Hollandaise sauce, a petite slice of the chef’s award-winning cheesecake and a cup of Jamaican Green Mountain coffee to top it off. Bon Appétit.”

Chapter 6: The Consignment Business

Pop went the cork and clink went the glasses as the three of them chatted freely while Irish ate her dinner. Christine and Mistress Ella sat on the edge of Irish’s bed and as she was finishing her last bite of cheesecake, she picked up her coffee and turned her chair to face them.
“Today I heard a lot of new things but one thing in particular has been puzzling me,” said Irish. “What are ‘consignment ponies’, I believe that’s the term you used earlier.”
“Ah-h-h, that is what pays most of the bills around here,” began Ella. “The women’s prisons in California, Nevada and Arizona are overflowing with women serving life sentences for repeated, non-violent crimes….petty theft…..habitual drug users….prostitutes. It is costing the states a small fortune to keep them incarcerated and so Master Tom developed this consignment plan. These women are offered the opportunity to be trained and auctioned off as ponygirls to the highest bidder. Many of them jump at this chance of quasi-freedom rather than waste away in jail until they die. They are told right up front that they could be shipped overseas to work the fields or be someone’s sex toy and yet the program has kept this place busy with these volunteers for the last six years. The state pays us $20,000 for each one we take as it costs them $80,000 per year to keep them locked up. In addition, the ranch keeps 20% of the bid price and the rest goes to a foundation Master Tom has set up to help the families of these women thus solving another problem, the swelling welfare rolls. Many women jump at the program including some non-lifers, as a way to make up for letting their families down. Five or ten years as a ponygirl seems better to them than sitting in a cell and their families get some benefit. It’s a good deal. There will be a new bus load of trainees arriving on Monday morning from the women’s correctional facility in Chowchilla.”
”Wow, that’s amazing!” exclaimed Irish. “It’s absolutely brilliant. The state saves money. The families benefit. The women, like you say, get a semblance of freedom. We need to report on that.”
“Oh no, you mustn’t. Right now with the financial shape California is in, if the legislature got wind of this, the bureaucrats would try to take over the whole program, steal all the money and no one would benefit. Let’s just keep this between the Justice Department and the ranch,” concluded Ella.
“Besides,” offered Christine, “We have a daring enough story to catch the top brasses attention this time around. We made need a follow-up some day to show them that we aren’t a couple of ‘one-trick ponies’.”
They all had a good laugh at Christine’s pun and then the dinner bell rang.
“Wow is it 8 o’clock already. We have to go Irish. You’ll have time to clean your tack and get ready for bed before the lights go off at 11. You’ll have to coordinate with the others in your quad as to the order of use of the bathroom but there is plenty of hot water so don’t worry if you end up last. It is never completely dark in here so there is a sleep mask under your pillow if you need one. There also may be conjugal activities going on so here is a packet of ear plugs. Come on, Christine, grab the empty champagne bottle and I’ll get the tray. Let’s go eat. Remember Irish; be in the ‘parade rest” position when I come in tomorrow. Goodnight.”
“Pampered Pony, what an appropriate name for this place,” thought Irish as she began to polish her pony boots. She finished her chores by 10:15 and was sound asleep long before the lights went out.
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Dreams are another thing all together and Irish had a doozy. In the end she saw herself chained in a line of naked, consignment ponygirls waiting to be auctioned off. Just as the girl in front of her was sold off, she heard the toilet flush and awoke. The stables were still in semi-darkness and it’s a good thing as Irish couldn’t resist touching herself. She moaned softly at her own touch and was surprised at how wet she was already. “That must have been some dream,” she thought, “I wish I could remember more of the details. I’m going to need another shower after this.” With that she bit down on her pillow and began fingering herself in earnest. “Wouldn’t want to wake the neighbors,” she muttered to herself.
After her private interlude and shower, Irish took her time brushing her hair and putting on her make-up. When she exited the bathroom, she stepped up on her chair and peered over the wall of her stall at the light just beginning to spread out across the stable floor from under the door. She could hear the clatter of dishes coming from the kitchen and figured the chef and his crew must be getting breakfast ready for the guests in the lodge. “I may was well start getting ready,” she thought as she started climbing down off the chair. She almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a voice behind her ask, “Did you see a mouse?”
There stood Mistress Cyndi with two cups of coffee in her hands and a gym bag over her shoulder smirking over having startled Irish so badly. “I didn’t know how you liked your coffee so I just put one sugar and one spoon of creamer. I hope that is okay. I know from yesterday that you like to run in the morning like I do so I got your running shoes and sweats from your room. Christine and Ella are both sound sleepers so they never knew I was there…….oh, I hope I didn’t say too much.”
Irish just stared. It wasn’t that she had said too much, it was just how fast she said it that surprised her. Irish wondered if perhaps she had had a few cups of coffee already this morning or if she had been an auctioneer in a past life. She started to answer and then stopped.
“Irish, I am not your trainer, so you have permission to speak with me any time you want. When Mistress Ella is around I expect you to observe all propriety but between us privately, it’s cool.”
“Yes, I’d love to go for a run with you. Let me put my stuff on. Thanks for thinking of me and bringing me a coffee. How much time do we have?
“We’ve got about 30 minutes before the breakfast bell rings and I have to go back to the lodge. I thought we could run down to the ‘consignment pony’ stable at the other end of the canyon. Christine said you were very interested in the program so maybe I can tell you more about it. Here dear, let me unlock your collar so you can pull your sweatshirt on. It’s only 40o out right now.”
“Okay, I’m ready.”
“Grab your coffee and let’s go. There are several trash cans behind the grandstands where we can get rid of these cups and start our run from there.”
“So-o-o-o Christine and Ella slept together last night. I guess she wanted to get more than just a story out of this weekend. H-m-m-m-m, Christine and Ella…..Jillian and Mistress Lilith…..I wonder who else is having fun around here.”
“Now Irish, I don’t know how you figured out about Jillian and Lilith but that is not for publication.”
“But Mistress Cyndi, ‘Enquiring minds want to know’,” she giggled and headed out the door.
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At first it seemed a lot colder than 40o but five minutes into the run they had both warmed up and were running at an even pace with each other. Irish was the first to speak and her words were almost visible as her humid breath condensed in the cool air of the morning. “Aren’t you worried about snakes, like Mistress Ella?”
“There’s nothing to worry about at this temperature, Irish. The snakes and Gila monsters don’t come out from their dens until it’s at least 65o out. That’s one of the reasons I like running in the morning. There’s the consignment stable up ahead. Let’s go inside.”
Passing through the doorway, Cyndi hit the light switch on the right and Irish had to cover her eyes for a moment. They had been running in the shadow of the canyon wall and it took a minute for her eyes to adjust. It seemed chilly in this stable and she commented on it to Cyndi.
“Yes, it is chilly in here right now. We don’t run the heat in here when there aren’t any trainees. We only keep it warm enough to keep the pipes from freezing.”
Irish was taking it all in as they walked. “Where is all of the tack?”
“It’s all hanging right in the stalls.”
“But…”
“Yes, I know it doesn’t look the same as yours but let me show you,” said Cyndi grabbing a handful of straps off a hook. “This is the bridle and bit that these trainees use. There are no feathers or fancy voice converters. These are just used to relay commands through tugs on the reins and keep conversations to a minimum. Hanging the bridle back on its hook, Cyndi grabbed another tangle of straps. Put your arms out to the sides and I’ll show you how the body harnesses are different.”
Irish held her arms out as Cyndi flipped a string of straps and rings over her head and began buckling them down over her running suit. The shoulder straps ended in the first ring in front and another pair of straps was buckled around her body above her breasts. Dropping down from there was another ring with straps that went just below her breasts and around to the back and then one more strap dropping to a ring at waist level with another set of straps which Cyndi buckled behind. Finally, from the waist ring a single long strap hung down which Cyndi pulled up between Irish’s legs and gave a tug before buckling it.
“That last strap is tightened to the degree that the trainee is being compliant or stubborn, if you catch my drift. This big, stiff pad you feel resting on your hips and up your back is where carts, wagons or even plows are attached. Fold your arms behind your back, Irish, and grab opposite elbows with your palms.”
No sooner had Irish complied than Cyndi slipped a leather arm binder bag over them and pulled the straps over her shoulders, criss-crossed them and buckled them in the back. Coming back in front of Irish, she began again. “Most of these trainees have been abused in some way or other and even though their crimes weren’t violent, many of them will lash out at others if provoked. There is no way of predicting what might trigger their anger so all of them have their arms bound when they are not in their stalls to protect them from each other and themselves. That is why everything has to be attached to the pad in the back of the harness as they can’t use their hands to hold anything. They all understand and have consented to this type of restraint. It is very comfortable and it really doesn’t interfere with their learning the postures, poses and gaits they will need to please their owners. It also makes it easier for their trainers to handle them…….like you, for example.”
No sooner had the words escaped her lips than she grabbed the Irish’s crotch strap and pulled her to herself, planting a big, long, wet kiss on her lips. Irish was only momentarily startled then eagerly returned the passion, tongue and all. Cyndi gently pushed her back and said, “Mistress Lilith said you were a good kisser and I just had to find out for myself. She was right. Now let’s get you out of this stuff and finish our run.”
Cyndi flipped off the lights as they exited and pulled the stable door closed. The temperature outside had already risen 10o as they resumed their run and Cyndi knew it would be another hot one. As they jogged back, Cyndi pointed out a long building on the other side of the corrals in which all of the sulkies and chariots were kept. It also has a workshop on the second floor where custom leather and metal goods are made and stored when not in use.
Arriving back in her stall, Irish quickly stripped off her sweats and running shoes and stuffed them in her bag. Cyndi reconnected her chain and picked up the bag. “I’ll put this back in your room. We wouldn’t want Mistress Ella wondering what we have been up to,” she whispered as she turned to leave.
“Mistress Cyndi, before you go, may I ask one more question?”
“Of course, dear, what is it?”
“I have kind of worried about being chained in here at night. What if there was a fire?”
“Oh, I am sorry; sometimes our trainers get distracted and don’t explain everything they should. That’s a very valid question but nothing you should feel nervous about. The plate holding your chain and the chain for the pony in the stall behind you is held in place by a powerful electromagnet like the ones used on security card door locks. The hasp on your stall door is also held by an electromagnet. In any emergency, the power to these magnets is shut off so you can get out quickly. Just pick up your chain and head for the closest exit.”
“Thank you, Mistress Cyndi. It appears you have thought of everything for our safety here.”
“We have tried to anticipate as much as possible but you can never be too prepared. By the way, in case you weren’t told, there is a first aid station in the west wing of the lodge and both Mistress Lilith and I are registered nurses. Christine has already taken some video in there for your story. See you later, dear.”
Irish breathed a sigh of relief that the light was green and ducked quickly in to the bathroom. A couple minutes later she came out to be greeted by the sounds of yawns, footsteps and jingling bells as others were waking up. In the distance, the breakfast bell was being rung. “Time to get ready,” she muttered to herself.

Chapter 7: The Proud Pampered Pony Pleases

The squeaking of the dinner cart wheels was music to her ears as Irish stood at ‘parade rest’ as she was hungry as well as horny. Mistress Ella entered first dressed in her usual western outfit complete with her ten gallon hat, ornate red and black cowgirl boots and reliable 357 at her side. Christine, following close behind was dressed in full English-style riding gear, highly polished, black leather boots and all. “Very good, Irish Rose, you even managed to get your ponyboots and cuffs on all by yourself. That’s great. Maybe we can be the first ones in line this morning.”
Irish pawed the floor with her left foot and Mistress Ella gave her permission to speak. “Christine, you look amazing. Where did you get that outfit?”
“Thank you, Irish. I thought I’d get in on the fun a little too. Cyndi loaned it to me. It turns out we are exactly the same size and I thought it would be a good contrast, Western versus English Styles.”
“First in line for what, Mistress Ella?” queried Irish.
“Today is picture day, Irish. This is one of the highlights of the weekend for many of the attendees. We have a professional, fetish photographer here today and everyone gets to be photographed in full attire. They can get prints made as a memento of the event and they get the digital copies to use on their websites or Facebook pages. They always do the photography first thing Saturday and Sunday morning before it gets too hot and everyone is all wilted and sweaty. I was just saying that since you are already so far dressed, we could be one of the first in line and then get back to training.”
“How long of a line could it be?”
“Well, both stables at this end of the canyon are full, so that makes 64 ponies, plus anyone who drives in for the events rather than book rooms here. There could be more than 80 in all. Come sit, dear and eat your breakfast. It’s not as fancy as last night’s meal but I think it will do. Mistress Cyndi said it was going to be another hot one so eat lightly, you don’t want to get cramps.”
“Thank you, Mistress Ella, granola and English muffins are fine….and this coffee is to die for.”
“It had better be good at $50 a pound. Fortunately, one of the growers is a member of our community and he sends us a shipment from Jamaica every couple of months. He and his ponygirl wife are already here.”
Irish wolfed down her breakfast but took time for a second cup of coffee while Ella and Christine talked about the next phase of Irish’s training. “Green light, oh good,” thought Irish and ran to brush her teeth and use the john once more. Emerging she grabbed her head gear and locked it on tightly then picked up her brush and fluffed up her ponytail. Next she picked up the chastity belt and walked over to Mistress Ella.
“What? You actually want to wear that chastity belt again?”
Irish nodded and whinnied in response.
“What about your bikini top? Aren’t you going to wear that?”
Irish shook her head no and stamped her hoof on the floor.
“Well, what a brazen little hussy you have become. I’m afraid I have created a monster, Christine.”
Christine laughed and began lacing and buckling the body harness while Ella lubed the probes on the chastity belt and locked them in place. When Christine finished, Irish reached up and adjusted her position so that her nipples popped out over the semi-cups of the corset. She held her head up proudly, threw her shoulders back and went “N-n-n-g-g-g-h-h…n-n-g-h…n-n-n-g-g-h….n-g-h!” which one can only assume was her attempt to say, “Eat your heart out.” Everyone had a good laugh as Ella clipped a leash on Irish’s collar, unlocked her chain and headed out to the photo shoot.
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Their timing was almost perfect as there were only three groups ahead of them and the photographer was just finishing with the first. The second Master said something to the photographer, slipped him a $100 bill and walked away. The photographer stepped away from the seamless backdrop paper, picked up a portable flash and followed the couple over to their cart in front of the red and tan sandstone canyon wall. The Master sat in the cart and his ponygirl wife, clothed in black leather from head to toe, picked up the handles. They smiled as the photographer took several shots then he returned to the set and called for the next group.
“We’re next,” said Mistress Ella. “That was Mr. and Mrs. Andersen from England that were just photographed. He wanted to be shot with the canyon as a background so he could prove to his friends back home that they had actually made the trip all the way here. There will probably be more who will ask the same favor. Others will prefer the seamless backdrop as it makes a sharper image for posting on the web.”
“Next!”
Ella and Irish walked onto the make-shift set. Ella had Irish turn towards her and grabbed her leash about 10” from her neck and lifted slightly. “Don’t smile for this one, just stare into my eyes,” said Ella and flash went the studio lights. Ella spun Irish around drawing her close, placed her hand on Irish’s hip and instructed her to turn her head towards the camera. Another flash and time for another pose. “Irish, just stand here by yourself….turn your body so you are half facing the camera…that’s it…..now, turn your head and look at me not the camera….it’s okay to smile this time.” Flash, flash. “Christine, you need to have a picture with Irish also. Get up here! Irish, kneel down and turn slightly so that I can see your metal horseshoes. Great! Christine stand so that your right leg is behind Irish. I want her head about even with your belt. Here hold my riding crop and let your left hand hang at your side with it and grab her leash with your right hand and pull it up slightly. Now look each other in the eyes. Perfect!” Flash...Flash...Flash.
“Next!” Unnoticed by Irish, Christine slipped the photographer a $100 and a quick wink and off they went to the next phase of Irish’s training.
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“Irish, I am really pleased with how quickly you were able to adapt to pulling a cart and taking non-verbal instruction that I think you will do fine in the Derby tomorrow without any further practice. Let’s see how quickly you can learn some of the basic gaits a good ponygirl needs. Mistress Lilith and Twilight Girl are giving a class this morning and she said you could join in if you want to.”
“N-n-n-n-g-g-h-h-h,” agreed Irish and nodded. She wiggled and jingled excitedly as she couldn’t wait to see Twilight in her full pony regalia at last.
“I can’t shoot any video during the class so Cyndi is going to give me a tour of the vendors’ tent,” said Christine. “I’m sure their companies will welcome any kind of free publicity they can get. Have fun.”
Others were just beginning to arrive in the corral and the owners were milling about renewing old acquaintances or making new ones when Ella and Irish came through the gate. Everyone hushed and turned their eyes to follow Irish as she passed. Swat! “Keep your eyes straight ahead Irish. I know they are staring at you but if you look back it might embarrass them.”
“N-n-g-g-h?” Irish looked at Ella with a confused look as if to say, “What did I do wrong now?”
Ella laughed and replied, “Oh, you’re doing fine, Irish. I just couldn’t resist swatting that cute butt of yours. How about one more?”
Irish did a quarter of a turn and stuck out her butt towards Mistress Ella then pulled it back just in time to miss the second swat.
“Oh, so you want to play, huh,” joked Ella as she secretly pushed the button on the remote in her pocket. Buzz-z-z-T!
“N-n-n,,,” which must have meant ‘Ooops” in ponyese as her eyes popped wide open. The tingling stopped as quickly as it started and Irish looked imploringly at Ella then gently nuzzled her shoulder with her cheek.
“Oh, so now you love your trainer. Well, it’s too late to kiss and make up now, class is about to start.”
Everyone turned at the sound of ponyboots clip-clopping across the makeshift stage in the center of the ring and then a whistle blew and the ponygirl stopped. Irish had to look twice and still wasn’t sure if this stunning creature was Twilight or not.
“Good morning, everyone. For those of you who are new here, I am Mistress Lilith and this is my demonstration pony, Twilight Girl. Say good morning, Twilight.”
“N-n-n-g-g-h N-n-n-n-g-g-g-h-h,” said Twilight happily.
“As you can see, Twilight is dressed in full, show pony attire. She is wearing a full head-to-toe, latex body suit, thigh length ponyboots, a traditional English pony corset, collar and cuffs, a feathered tiara bridle with our patented voice converter and a set of hand hooves as well. Now the style you have chosen to wear today is perfectly fine for this class but I see that not all of the ponies have hand hooves and you will need them. Masters and mistresses, if you will, please come and get a pair of hooves for your pony from this box here on the stage we will begin. Don’t worry, these truly are ‘one size fits all’”
The taking of the hooves was done in a surprisingly orderly manner and without any chit-chat so Lilith resumed. “All of you had to learn the ‘parade rest’ position whether you wanted to be a work pony, a show pony or a racing pony. Now Twilight is going to demonstrate the ‘show pony’ rest position. Go ahead, Twilight, show them.”
Twilight didn’t move an inch which brought a concerned murmur from some of the owners.
“She didn’t move, did she? The moment she stopped moving Twilight immediately assumed the rest position without being told. I don’t even have to turn around and I can tell you exactly how she is standing. I want each of you to mimic her position as best as you can while I talk you through it. Here we go. Feet together, not shoulder width apart…..back straight….shoulders back…chest out….elbows bent with front hooves even with your shoulders…. head up proudly looking straight ahead. How are we doing? 12 out of 12. Fantastic. Now let’s complete the pre-show pose just like you were in front of the judges as some of you may wish to complete in the novice division this afternoon. Let me get Twilight and we will demonstrate.”
Lilith walked to the back of the stage where Twilight was standing, stepped to her left, picked up her reins and clicked her tongue. With that they moved forward in unison until Lilith blew her whistle and two steps later they stopped. Twilight took her stance as before and Lilith began again, “She’s magnificent, isn’t she? She won the Show Pony Grand Championship last year so she will be an honorary judge this year.”
Twilight blushed slightly as Lilith stroked her pony tail.
“Since riders always get on a horse from the left side, that’s where you all need to be standing.” Three newbies quickly switched sides. “Notice how my feet are also together with my hands at my sides, reins in my right hand and whistle in my left. Don’t worry if you don’t have a whistle, I’ll blow mine to signal when to stop for today. My head is up and looking forward but the rest of my body is more relaxed than my pony. It’s okay for your pony to look proud but you don’t want to appear to be arrogant in front of the judges so relax a little and smile. Okay, when I blow the whistle start walking towards the stage until I blow it again, take two more steps as stop in unison.”
Tweet! The second tweet brought everyone to a stop but……
“Back up and let’s try it again.” By the fourth time, Lilith figured that’s as good as it was going to get for today and decided to move on to the gaits.
“I have some good news and some bad news,” Mistress Lilith resumed, “There are 16 different gaits. That’s the bad news. The good news is that novices only have to master 6 of them. Let’s start with the ‘Spanish Walk’ and then maybe prancing. Everyone please turn to the right. We will be circling the ring counterclockwise today. Now watch as Twilight and I demonstrate and then you follow behind.”
As the lesson went on, there were more and more frequent breaks for water as the desert heat began to make everyone sweat profusely. The water misters around the corral helped to cool one off if they were standing still but breaks were never long enough to really enjoy the sprays. No seemed to mind though as everyone was learning something new and Twilight and Lilith had a way of hamming up a demonstration that brought laughter whenever things got a little tense.
“I’ve saved the most fun gait for last. This one is a prance with exaggerated hand movements. When you lift your left knee, I want you to lift your left front hoof even with your ear and vice versa on the right. When the right goes up, the left should come down even with your chest. Around here we call it the Clydesdale Clip-clop. It’s almost lunch time so picture yourselves as majestic Clydesdales pulling the Studweiser beer wagon to the picnic.” She blew her whistle and immediately the Studweiser theme song began playing over the ring’s loudspeakers and she and Twilight took off around the ring. Everyone started laughing or whinnying at the sight and joined in. “Now keep in time with the music and don’t spill the beer.”
“Who knew Mistress Lilith had a sense of humor,” thought Irish just before the thought of food passed through her mind. Actually, it wasn’t hunger that caused her to think of food, it was the smell coming from the barbeque pit that got her. She was snapped out of her temporary daze by the sound of Lilith’s whistle and a tug on her reins stopping her prance around the ring.
“I want to thank you all for coming today. I hope you’ve had an enjoyable time. If you have any questions, I will stay around for a few more minutes. Twilight has to leave and help the kitchen staff but she will be around later if you want to talk to her. You have approximately 30 minutes to freshen up and relax before lunch. This afternoon you have free time until 3:00 when the ‘show pony’ competition begins so be sure to visit the vendors’ tent and see what’s new in equestrian attire. From 1:00 to 2:30, Master Tom will be having a leather working class for those interested in the equipment barn on the second floor. Thanks again.”
A brief round of applause followed and a few couples headed over to talk to Lilith. Irish turned to Ella with a look of quiet desperation. “Oh, I suppose you’d like to use the bathroom after all that water you drank, is that right?”
Irish nodded and whinnied.
“You know a real ponygirl would just piddle here in the corral, I don’t know why you should be any different,” teased Mistress Ella.
Irish just glared and stamped her foot.
“Okay, newbie, just this time. Let’s go back to your stall.”
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With bathroom duties out of the way, Irish assumed the ‘parade rest’ position while Mistress Ella re-locked the chastity belt in place.
“Hold your arms out to the sides, Irish, and I have something else I need to do.” As Irish raised her hands, Ella removed her hand hooves and chained her arms to the walls opposite and then did the same with her legs, putting her in the same standing spread-eagle position as the day before.
“I have to take these hooves back to Mistress Lilith so don’t run off,” smirked Ella and hit the button on the remote, BUZZ-Z-Z-Z-Z, and walked out, leaving the stall door open.
“N-n-n-n-g-g-g-h-h-h!” NO-O-O-O-o-o-oh-ooooo is the rough translation from ponyese. Irish’s eyes popped wide open and she frantically pulled at her leg chains trying to pull her thighs together to clamp down on the vibrating intruders without any success. The buzzing continued and so did the struggling until she heard the clip-clopping of hooves coming down the corridor. She tried to stand perfectly still and hoped that they wouldn’t look her way as they passed. No such luck. Not only did they look but they stepped into her stall.
“Why look, Bronze Lily, according to her collar, this is Irish Rose,” said Master Ramirez, “Isn’t she stunning. She is almost as beautiful as you are, my pet.”
Bronze Lily nodded and approached Irish, first looking directly in her eyes and then whinnying softly and rubbing her cheek against Irish’s. That was all it took to push Irish over the top and her entire body went rigid against her chains for a second and then shuddered in orgasmic bliss. Lily took a half of a step back and Irish’s eyes opened as she began to recover her composure. She stared longingly into Lily’s eyes and stretched against her chains to rub cheeks again.
Master Ramirez laughed out loud and said, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Irish Rose, Lily has that same effect on me. I can hardly keep my hands off her when we are out here.” He grabbed Lily’s rump and squeezed. She whinnied happily in reply. “By the way, I hear you really like my coffee. I’ll see to it that you get a canister to take home with you. Come, Lily, I can’t wait to get you back to your stall. Lily whinnied, gave Irish a quick wink and trailed quickly behind her Master as he left.
BUZ-…..Mistress Ella cut the buzzing short as she re-enter the stall. “Still think it was a good idea to give me such control over your body by wearing that belt again today?”
Irish whinnied and nodded yes.
“You brazen hussy,” teased Ella, “Whatever has made you so horny?” With that, Ella picked up the bowl off from the table and went in the bathroom. When she came out, the bowl was full of lukewarm water and a washcloth. First Ella wiped Irish’s face and neck as Irish whinnied softly in approval. She moved quickly over her arms, buttocks and legs and let the gentle flow of air from the overhead ventilation system cool Irish and dry her off. She reached around from behind and wiped Irish chest and then gave her nipples a little tweak. She unlocked Irish’s chains and asked her to dump the water into the sink and bring the bowl back out.
“Put the bowl on the table and come over here a minute, Irish.” Ella reached into her pocket and pulled out a special tool. Ella took hold of Irish’s bridle and rotated the two cam-locks on each side of the bit and pulled the pad out of Irish’s mouth. “Now put the end caps over the speakers and stick the voice converter back in the bowl and add fresh solution then assume the position.”
When Irish was ready, Ella continued. “Today, you may speak openly with any of the other ponygirls or ponyboys but you may only speak with other guests when given permission. You have to leave your headdress and other tack on all day but you can leave your bit out until the next event. Let’s go to the barbeque and check out the vendors’ tent. We might find Christine still hanging around in there.”
Irish pawed the ground and got permission to speak. “Are we going to enter the chariot race later today, Mistress Ella?”
“Yes, dear, we are. I already have another pony and driver lined up to team up with us. It’s a lot of fun and I want you to be able to try as many different things as possible while you are here.”
“Thank you, Mistress Ella; I was hoping you would say ‘Yes’.”
“You’re welcome, Irish, now let’s eat, I’m starved,” said Mistress Ella as she attached a leash to Irish’s collar and started out of the stall.

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Chapter 8: Chariots and Fire!

Ella was chatting with Master Fredricks as they stood in the serving line while Irish half talked with, half interviewed, his ponygirl wife, Windsong. A few moments later, Irish was holding Windsong in her arms as she sobbed softly. Finally, Windsong regained her composure and thanked Irish for being so understanding.
“Chicken or beef?” the chef asked Windsong, breaking her somber mood.
“Chicken, please,” replied Windsong, holding up her plate.
Ella and Irish had just finished going through the line when they spotted Christine seated at a picnic table near the vendors’ tent. “May we join you?” asked Ella.
“By all means, Mistress Ella, you are always welcome. I’m just not so sure about that kinky ponygirl with you,” Christine quipped. As they sat down, Christine turned to Irish and asked, “I saw you comforting Windsong in the food line. Why was she crying?”
“I don’t feel that I am at liberty to say, Mistress,” replied Irish.
“It’s okay, Irish, the Fredricks are not keeping it a secret,” Ella volunteered, “I’ll fill Christine in on the details. Eight months ago, Mrs. Fredricks lost her baby at 7 months pregnant. The miscarriage was so bad it has left her barren. They were both devastated by the loss and were searching for some new activity to occupy their time and their minds while they consider other options like adopting or finding a surrogate. Someone told them about our spa and for the last five months it seems to have been just what the doctor ordered. They come here every weekend that they can and Windsong has truly blossomed by surrendering to her pony persona.”
“Christine, there are so many different human interest stories out here, how can we possibly distill them all down into one 5-minute segment?”
“Well, Lindsay…..sorry, …Irish, we can’t. If the segment I have in mind goes well, we may be able to follow up with more stories as time goes by and help grow more business for the ranch and spa as well.”
“There’s Twilight,” said Ella. “Over here, dear, you can sit with us,” shouted Ella over the chatter from the tables around them.
“Thank you, Mistress Ella, it’s really crowded here today,” said Twilight as she plunked herself down next to Irish Rose. “Hi, Irish. Hi, Auntie Christine.”
“Auntie Christine?” Irish almost choked on her Coke. “Come again.” She looked right at Christine.
“Well, technically I’m her aunt by marriage. She is Master Tom’s older brother, Don’s daughter. Don is the chairman of the foundation that helps the families of the consignment ponygirl volunteers.”
“How does that make you her aunt though,” query Irish.
Christine laughed, “See, Ella, we fooled another one. Irish, Cyndi and I are sisters, identical twins in fact. She has always worn her hair short and mine has been long. She has lived here all her life and has a slight Southwestern accent but I went to college in Syracuse and have picked up a typical TV announcer’s Mid-western accent. She almost never wears make-up, but for TV I practically live in make-up. Very few people pick up on us when we are together. Didn’t you think it was a little strange that Cyndi’s English riding outfit and boots fit me so perfectly, especially since my shoes are size 11?”
“Hey, wait a minute. You set me up. You and Mistress Cyndi knew all along that she didn’t have a set of ponyboots that would fit you so you could trap me into volunteering for this.”
“Aren’t you glad I did? Look at all of the new things you have been introduced to, things you never would have tried on your own. Like you said, there are hundreds of different stories walking these grounds and you might have the chance to bring pony play into the mainstream. Besides, I hear you’ve had some extra special attention since you’ve arrived.”
As if right on cue, Ella hit the button and a quick B-U-Z-Z-T caused Irish to lurch forward on the bench almost dropping her fork. She glanced over at Ella and then they all burst out laughing.
“Sorry, I let the cat out of the bag, Auntie Christine.”
“That’s okay, Twilight dear, Irish had to find out sometime.” The rest of the meal, Ella and Christine chit-chatted while Twilight and Irish discussed the whys and wherefores of the pony culture.
“What happened to your latex body suit?”
“As much as I love wearing it, I had to help the chef turn the meats over the barbeque pit so I took it off right after class. It’s also a little too hot today to wear it for a long period of time. In the winter you’d have a hard time getting me to take it off if it wasn’t for classes.”
“I love your piercings but don’t they hurt, Twilight?” asked Irish.
“Oh, no, not at all. I love my piercings too. I would never give them up. They are removable though, see,” and Twilight unscrewed the little ball on her left nipple ring and slowly slide the ring around and off, accidently dropping the little jingle bell in the process. They banged heads as they both reached to pick it up and then they laughed. “It stung a little bit when they were done but in less than two weeks time, they had completely healed around the rings making it totally painless to change them out.” Twilight slid the bell on the ring and replaced it. “I really love the extra sensation when someone plays with my tits.”
Irish couldn’t resist the temptation and reached over and fondled Twilight’s right breast.
“What a sweet talker you are,” smiled Twilight as she pushed her breast firmly against Irish’s palm and wiggled it around. They both giggled. “My nose ring is the thing that really gets me into character when I want to be. Mine is very special and would have been unbearably painful if they hadn’t numbed me up first. Let me take it out and show you. Look up here,” she said pointing with her finger, “there is a grommet permanently set in my septum that the ring goes through. Sometimes I like to be a naughty ponygirl and get dragged around by my nose ring but I didn’t want to risk accidently having my ring ripped out so Auntie Cyndi installed that stainless steel grommet.”
“But this is the first day I’ve seen your nose ring.”
“Like I said when we first met, today was the first day I was allowed to wear all of my gear as Master Tom didn’t want to shock the newbies by exposing them to too much, too soon. I have about an hour before I have to help get the corral ready for the show pony competition. Would you like to visit the vendors?”
“I’d love to,” replied Irish.
“Mistress Ella, Auntie Christine, may I borrow Irish for an hour. She’d like to see inside the vendors’ tent?”
“Certainly, dear. Could you please bring her to the equipment barn when you are done, I am going to sit in on Master Tom’s leather working class.”
“Yes, Mistress. Come on, ponygirl,” said Twilight picking up Irish’s leash, “Let’s put our trays away and head inside out of the heat.”
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The highly reflective coating on the outside and big air chillers inside the tent kept it a comfortable 75o. Irish was amazed at the diversity of products. There were headdresses, bits and bridles of every imaginable design. There were hoods, blindfolds, gags, shackles, chastity belts and cuffs to suit all of your discipline needs along with paddles, crops, quirts, floggers and whips. There were lots of sex toys too, dildos, clamps, vibrators, violet wands and machines that seemed from outer space with their reciprocating motors and long rubber shafts. There were several cart makers showing their wares as well but the display that stopped Irish dead in her tracks was the whipping post.
The really amazing thing to Irish was that the ponygirl padlocked to the post seemed to be enjoying the flogging she was taking. Her master gave her three hard whacks with the flogger and then gently ran his fingers over the spot he had just hit. The ponygirl squeezed her thighs together and stood on one foot oo-ing. She tossed her head back and he began again. Irish swore that the ponygirl came right there in front of everyone.
The salesman stepped in and asked, “Well, what do you think?”
The master hesitated and his ponygirl chimed in, “Please, Master, please.”
“Okay, I’ll take one and one of these big floggers too.”
“Thank you, Master,” she said as he unlocked the padlock holding her wrists to the post and then her ankle cuffs from the platform.
“$457.89 with the tax. Will that be cash or charge, sir?”
“Cash. Boy, the government has to get a piece of everything, don’t they.”
“I’ll have my assistant load a new one into your car if you will just show him where it is. Do you want your flogger in a bag?”
“No, I’ll just clip it to my belt. I have a feeling I’m going to need it later.” Hearing this, his ponygirl danced excitedly and then they headed off to the next exhibit.
“Who’s next?’ asked the salesman.
“She is,” said Twilight.
“What?” said Irish as her mouth dropped open.
“No more questions just get up here ponygirl,” said Twilight as she stepped onto the 6” high platform that held the post in place and tugged on her leash. She locked Irish’s wrist cuffs to the post which was only waist high and then raised the T-bar which forced Irish to back up and bend from the waist until the T-piece hit the top of her thighs. Twilight quickly chained her ankle cuffs to the rings in the platform, stepped back to admire her work and whispered something to the salesman. Kneeling in front of Irish she said, “You know I would never hurt you, right? I know you want to please me, don’t you now?”
“Yes, Mistress,” she panted nervously. She knew right then she wanted to please Twilight more than anything in the world but still didn’t understand this whole flogging scene.
“Good girl,” said Twilight and kissed her full on the lips. Irish almost fainted in ecstasy.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a rare treat for you today. Show Pony Grand Champion Twilight Girl and staff member here at the Pampered Pony has offered to give a demonstration of some of the various flogging techniques and the safe and proper use of the ‘single-tail’ whip. Please gather around.”
Christine and Mistress Ella were still sitting at the table outside the tent when they heard the announcement. Christine grabbed the video camera and said, “Let’s go in. I have got to get this.” She got the camera recording just as Twilight picked up two floggers and stepped behind Irish.
Irish was straining her neck trying to see what was coming but Twilight gently turned her head away and said, “Don’t look, don’t worry just relax and enjoy all the attention. Close your eyes, now.”
Twilight started softly and slowly, explaining how to work up to that special moment. The blows came faster and harder and then they stopped. Irish could feel Twilight’s hand gently rubbing her buns and caressing her thighs and then the blows began again. Irish could feel a warmth in her bottom and thighs but realized that it really didn’t hurt like Lilith’s crop. It was more psychological. The loud slapping noise of the flogger just added to the illusion of helplessness and punishment.
The flogging stopped again but Twilight continued to talk as she caressed Irish’s cheek and then tugged at her ponytail, pulling her head back and planting a big kiss on her lips. Irish tried to kiss back but Twilight was too quick. Oh, how Irish was aching to hold and be held by Twilight. She was beginning to drip from her nether region with anticipation. Her mind was slipping into subspace and she didn’t even know what that was.
The flogging came in a rhythmic flurry now and then stopped again. Irish’s eyes flew wide open at the sound of the crack of the whip. Now she was scared. What was Twilight talking about? Never do this….never do that….always try to do this…..help your pony deal with the pain….breathing is most important. A moment later there was Twilight’s face in front of her, her hands were caressing Twilight’s cheeks. “Oh, this is going to be bad,” thought Irish.
“The cracking is just for show, Irish. I would never hit someone with that much velocity on the tip. It would rip their skin wide open. I am only going to hit you three times to demonstrate the dos and don’ts of using a single-tail. The other strokes will be in the air not on you but you will hear them so don’t be scared. After each hit, take two or three quick short breaths and then blow them out slowly, like this. It is going to sting but it doesn’t last long.” Twilight kissed Irish long on the lips and Irish desperately tried to suck Twilight tongue down her throat.
Twilight stepped back, grabbed the floggers and proceeded to warm Irish up again. The pause was less than two seconds when…CRACK!.....swoosh…..FIRE!....
“Breathe, breathe, breathe,” Irish told herself. Her ass was aflame. Sting was an understatement. “Let it out slowly.” She eased her stomach back down onto the T-bar that held her mid-section horizontal. She could hear a couple of more cracks as Twilight was demonstrating some other finer points and then she realized that the sting was gone and she relaxed.
….swoosh…..more stinging….”What happened to the CRACK….wasn’t there supposed to be a crack before the pain?” Irish wondered as she gasped repeatedly for air then let it all go. Subspace came rushing at her and all of a sudden she was freely floating, detached from her own body which was causing her this pain.
The third swat brought a soft moan from her lips as her body was producing a rush of endorphins to protect her from the outside forces assailing her. Suddenly, something felt wonderful….there it was again….Twilight had just licked her right thigh and then her left…..the picture flooded into her mind as clear as crystal….that’s definitely what it was…. then Twilight licked her nose and Irish went over the top…trashing and moaning against the restraints hold her in place…..”How can this be,” Irish wondered, as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body.
It had to have been two full minutes that Irish was locked in the throes of her orgasms. The crowd applauded, whistled and cheered both for Twilight’s brilliant manipulation of this ponygirl’s experience and Irish’s total, unashamed surrender to the power of her own sexuality. The salesman took full advantage of the situation and several Masters and Mistresses stood in line to order the complete set-up.
Twilight saw Christine in the crowd and waved her up to the platform. Christine knew the ‘cum drunk’ expression on Irish’s face and held her steady while Twilight unlocked her from the post and platform. Twilight grabbed a chair from the back of the booth and Christine gently steered Irish into Twilight’s waiting lap. Both of them were fully aware of the importance of “aftercare” when a scene was over and it took almost 20-minutes for Irish to return from her first venture into subspace.
Several newbies had crowed around to discuss what they had just seen and what aftercare was all about. As soon as Irish was able to focus again, Christine handed her a bottle of water which she drank readily. She turned slightly on Twilight’s lap, wrapped her arms around her, said, “I love you” and gave her a long hard kiss.
Christine helped her to her feet and said, “It’s time for you to join us now.” Irish looked totally confused as Christine buttoned her blouse. She opened it just far enough for Irish to see two beautiful, golden nipple rings. Irish’s jaw dropped again as another secret had been revealed right before her eyes. “All of the female trainers here have to go through the complete ponygirl training. It is the only way the ranch can insure that the trainers will understand and have empathy towards the ones they are asked to train.”
“Auntie Christine, since you are here could you please get Irish back to Mistress Ella after her piercing. She seems to have gotten lost in the crowd and I have to go set up the corral with Mistress Lilith and Master Tom.” Twilight never made the mistake of referring to him as “Uncle Tom”.
Irish raised her eyebrows and got that scared look again.
“Now, Irish, I know you want to please me and I promise it doesn’t hurt that much. You will thank me for requesting that you do this. Now be brave and go with Auntie Christine and I’ll have a treat for you later.”
So far these ‘treats for you later’ had been really good so Irish forced the bravest smile she could muster and blew Twilight a kiss as she left. “Okay, Christine, let’s get this over with. The longer we put this off, the more it is going eat at me.”
Christine took Irish by the leash and led her to the side door of the west wing of the lodge. Above the door was a blue sign with a big white cross on it. “All of the piercings are done in the infirmary by Mistress Cyndi or Mistress Lilith. Hi, Sis,” said Christine as they came through the door. Cyndi looked startled. “It’s okay; we don’t have to pretend to be strangers anymore. Twilight accidently let the cat out of the bag a couple of hours ago.
“Is Irish okay? Did she get hurt or is she sick?”
“Nope, she has come to get nipple rings.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful dear,” said Cyndi opening her blouse to proudly show hers which were twice as thick and a half inch bigger in diameter than Christine’s. “We’re not quite identical twins.” She said jokingly in Christine’s direction. “Sit on the edge of the table here Irish and pop your tits out over the top of those semi-cups a little more, dear.”
Irish hopped up on the table and Cyndi started swabbing her down with alcohol and then a betadyne solution. Finally, she wiped away all of the orange residue left by the betadyne with a strong, topical anesthetic. “It will take a minute for the numbness to set in. Now sit perfectly still while I measure and mark you. You are going to love having pierced nipples but we have to be careful not to hinder your ability to breast feed if you have children someday so these piercings have to be very precise. Cyndi flicked Irish’s nipples with her index fingers and Irish didn’t even blink. “Perfect. You’re ready.”
The piercing took less than a second on each side and Irish barely flinched. Cyndi wiped away the slight trickle of blood and threaded the tip of the ring into the hollow rear of the piercing needle. As she pulled the needle through the nipple the ring was dragged along until it emerged out the other side whereupon Cyndi separated the two and pulled the ring around so that the opening was at the six o’clock position. She quickly did the same with the other side and cleaned all of the blood off the stainless steel rings. She then put the needles in the autoclave to sterilize them for the next time. Turning back to Irish she asked, “Before I close them and show you how to take care of them for the next few days, would you like a couple of bells like Twilight?”
Irish had never even considered that but quickly answered, “Yes, please, Mistress Cyndi.”
“There you are, dear, all done. They may throb a little later when the numbness goes away so here are a couple of sleeping pills to help you get some rest tonight if you need them. You will have to sleep on your side or your back tonight. Slide the rings a few degrees clockwise and counterclockwise every hour or so before bed and then again tomorrow to help the skin form around them. Take these packets of alcohol wipes as well to clean up any drops of blood that might ooze out.”
Irish stood up and look down, jingled her bells and smiled. “Thank you, Mistress Cyndi.”
“Your welcome, Irish, no charge.”
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Christine lead Irish back to her stall so she could drop off the supplies that Cyndi had given her and use the bathroom. Christine suggested that she rinse off her mouthpiece while she was in there before she put it back in as the solution tasted really nasty. In the bathroom, Irish took advantage of the large mirror to check her bottom. It was barely pink unlike the beating she took from Mistress Lilith. It was then she saw the three red stripes from the whip. She gently ran her fingers over each one recalling the sharp stinging sensations that had pushed her into subspace and the image of Twilight licking her came flooding back causing her to clench her thighs together and moan softly. When she emerged, she put her mouthpiece in and Christine twisted the cam-locks to hold it in place and then reattached her chastity belt. Irish looked down at her breasts, jiggled a little side to side causing the bells to jingle and then gave a happy whinny at the sound they made. Christine’s tug on her leash meant it was time to go reconnect with Mistress Ella and she clip-clopped along behind.
The leather workshop had just finished and people were coming down the stairs as the two of them entered the equipment barn. Irish was staring at the rows and rows of chariots and sulkies completely oblivious that the people passing by were pointing at her nipples and talking about her new rings. Ella was one of the last to come down and Irish felt a strange sense of completeness when she caught sight of her. Irish practically dragged Christine across the floor of the barn to hurry and show Ella her new rings. She jiggled excitedly and Mistress Ella smiled, “Oh, did you miss me, my pretty pony?”
Irish nodded and whinnied and stuck out her chest.
“Why look at the pretty nipple rings, you decided to become one of us did you?” Ella softly stroked Irish’s cheek and then her hair. “Let me straighten your bridle at little and fix your ponytail.” Irish just closed her eyes and enjoyed the attention and softness of Mistress Ella touch. When Ella finished, Irish gently rubbed her cheek on Ella’s shoulder and Ella playfully flicked Irish’s rings making her bells jingle and said, “It’s time for the show ponies, let’s go get a good seat.”
Christine put the video camera in her bag as the three of them got to the grandstands as she knew she wouldn’t be able to film during the show. The pony teams were beginning to line up with their sulkies and Irish could hear the clatter coming from the barn as more sulkies were being brought out. Some judges were fussing with their paperwork and testing the sound system while Lilith and Twilight were setting the last obstacles in place. Twilight waved to the crowd’s applause as she passed by and joined the other judges in the booth.
The first order of business after the national anthem played over the grandstand loudspeakers was to explain the rules and get the contestants in the right order. The first class to circle the ring was the Novice class of both ponyboys and ponygirls. As they pulled their sulkies around the announcer would call out different gaits and the judges would jot notes about how each team performed. The drivers then dismounted and presented their ponies, one at a time to the reviewing stand and they were evaluated on posture, poses and proper etiquette. The final part of the competition was a blindfold run through a smaller obstacle course than the one that Irish and Ella had set the record on. All of the drivers mounted back up and waited for their run at the course. The whole thing took just under an hour and then there was a ten minute intermission while the judges tallied up their scores. There was an air of excitement as the teams waited nervously and then the announcer stepped to the microphone.
“This year’s winner in the Novice Show Ponyboy category is Folsom’s Pride driven by Master Henry.” There was much cheering and applause. It was a popular win as these two had done everything they could to help the others in both divisions with their equipment, encourage them and to get them to relax and to enjoy the experience. If they had a congeniality award, this pair would have won that too.
“And now, I present to you this year’s winner in the Novice Show Ponygirl division. Out of the fourteen entries, your judges have chosen……(for some reason they always make a bigger deal out of the ponygirls than the boys)…….Windsong driven by Master Fredricks! The crowd showered their approval on them as Mr. Fredricks jumped out of the cart and ran to embrace his ponygirl wife. It was a shared moment in time that they would never forget as it finally appeared that God was in his Heaven and all was right with the world. Dan Fredricks took a half of a step back and looked his wife in the eyes and said, “I think we should try to adopt a little girl and maybe someday she’ll grow up to be a Champion Show Pony just like her mom.” Dan hugged Windsong again as she broke out in tears of joy at the thought of possibly becoming a mommy after all.
After all the other ribbons were given out and the novices had cleared the arena, the Open Class took its place in the ring. Class is the word. This was a whole different level of competition here. These ponies were all elegantly arrayed. Their carts were all decorated very stylishly without being gaudy and their drivers just reeked with an air of confidence and complete control. Irish looked on in amazement at the beauty and artistry displaced by every team on the field and then looked over admiringly at Twilight in the judges’ stand wishing she could have been there to see her top this whole field last year. “Grand Champion, what an accomplishment,” thought Irish.
There were thirty-two teams lined up two by two, sixteen rows deep and then a whistle blew and they all came to attention for two seconds and then music started playing over the loudspeakers. At the very first beat, each of the ponies stepped off, starting with the “Spanish Walk” in perfect unison. As they paraded around the ring at pre-determined intervals the style of music changed and so did their gaits. Sixteen different gaits in all were completed in eight circuits around the ring. Irish whinnied in excitement, she had never imagine such pageantry on displace. Ella and Christine watched her delight and then winked at each other knowing she was completely hooked.
The presentation of the ponies to the judges moved smoothly along and then it was time for the obstacle course but something different was added. The side gate of the corral was opened and tied back. The announcer explained that each team would run the obstacle course and then exit the corral, complete one full lap, re-enter the corral and pass through the last obstacle gate to stop the clock, all while blindfolded. There would be a two-second penalty for any obstacles hit and the time would be 50% of their final score.
The crowd had their favorites and shouted encouragement as each contestant made his or her run at it. The competition took almost two hours and Irish could not imagine how the judges could possibly pick a winner as these ponies were all magnificent. She was on the edge of her seat as the teams lined up in front of the judges for the decision.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I think you will agree with me that we have seen a truly great spectacle this afternoon so how about another hand for our competitors.” The stands exploded in wild applause and cheering once again and then he motioned for them to settle down. “The winner and this year’s Grand Champion in the Show Ponyboy division, coming all the way from Milano, Italy is Apollo driven by Mistress Gina.
“Apollo, what an appropriate name,” thought Irish, “He looks like a Roman god in a Fabio kind of way.”
“Please take a circuit around the ring to the cheers you so richly have earned.” Gina shook the reins and whistled and Apollo took off at a gallop and then slowed and stopped at the judges’ stand where they received their ribbons.
A fanfare echoed throughout the canyon and everyone stood in anticipation. “Now the moment you have all been waiting for.”
“Get on with it already,” thought Irish Rose impatiently to herself, “The suspense is killing me.”
“This year’s Grand Champion Show Ponygirl is…drum roll, please…..Bronze Lily driven by Master Ramirez! Master Ramirez clicked his tongue and Lily stepped proudly out of the line. For a moment, everyone
was awestruck at the sight of this gorgeous creature in all of her leather finery and then the applause was thunderous as they pivoted to the left and paraded majestically around the ring. She truly was the class act of the whole show. A garland of roses was placed about her neck as she stopped at the reviewing stand and then the ribbons were presented to the rest of the top contestants as well.
“Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes the show pony competition for this year. Please take time to congratulate all of our winners and stick around for the final event of the afternoon, the chariot race, which will begin in about fifteen minutes. Thank you.”
“Okay, Irish, we have to go get our chariot and get you two hooked up,” said Mistress Ella. Irish pawed the ground and looked quizzically at her. “Oh, are you wondering who is going to be the other pony, are you?” Irish nodded and whinnied. “Twilight Girl, of course. You two are a perfect pair.”
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Twilight had just finished putting her voice converter back in her mouth as the other three rounded the corner of the equipment barn. Master Tom and brother Don had already pulled out the twelve chariots and lined them up for the teams to choose. Four of them had already been chosen and the drivers were hooking up their ponies. This was an open event for both ponygirls and ponyboys and it seemed that the ponyboys were always the quickest in making up their minds about which chariot they wanted. Irish pulled Mistress Ella over to where Twilight was waiting and happily jiggled her nipple rings at her. Twilight whinnied and smiled and the two of them rubbed cheeks for a moment.
“All right you two, that’s enough ‘Pony Express’ for now,” prodded Ella.
Irish looked at Ella with a totally confused look on her face while Twilight laughed a whinny.
“What, you’ve never heard of ‘Pony Express’ Irish? It’s just like playing ‘Post Office’ but there’s more horsing around,” joked Ella. Irish just giggled, “N-n-n-g-g-h-h.”
Christine made an executive decision and a couple of minutes later Twilight Girl and Irish Rose were hitched up side by side to the bright red and black chariot. Christine and Mistress Ella climbed onto the chariot’s platform, Christine shook the reins and they started for the track. Irish grimaced back at Christine as if to say, “How much barbeque did you eat, Christine? This chariot is heavy.”
Christine caught the glance, chuckled to herself and gave Irish a swat on the rump with her crop.
Once all of the chariots were lined up, the announcer introduced the teams and explained the rules. Masters Tom and Don went down the line handing out goggles, paintball guns and shields. Each of the drivers, after donning their goggles, stepped off their chariots and put goggles on their ponies, opaque ones. Even though it is against the rules to shoot at the ponies, there is always a chance that a stray round might hit one so they have to be protected. Besides, how difficult could it be to race around the track if you could see where you are going or where the other chariots are? Once again it was going to come down to trust between pony and driver.
Christine got back in the chariot and grabbed the reins. She had opted to drive because Ella was a much better sharpshooter. Twilight whinnied and Irish whinnied back as they waited for the signal to go.
Mistress Ella held her shield in her left hand and paintball gun in her right and looked over at Christine and said, “Do you think it will be the same as last year?”
“Of course,” she replied, “Just remember, it’s not whether you win or lose……”
“Horse manure!” responded Ella and they both laughed.
“Drivers to the ready!.....” BANG went the starter’s pistol and they were off.
Christine whistled and Twilight and Irish tried to pick up the pace a little but the track had just been scarified and dragged to smooth it out and the soft surface made it more difficult to pull the chariot. Down the front stretch, Christine had to carefully keep pulling the reins to the right as Irish had a slightly longer stride than Twilight even though they were the same height. The problem was that Twilight had on her show pony thigh-high boots while Irish had her calf-length racing boots on.
Two chariots had gotten tangled up before they even got to the first turn and were lagging way behind the rest. Coming out of the first turn all hell broke loose. Pop..PopPop…Pop. Paintballs were flying everywhere. Mistress Ella skillfully deflected one away from Christine’s backside and Christine whistled again but she may as well have been whistling ‘Dixie’ as they were already at top speed in this soft dirt. Twilight and Irish strained against the tow bar and Irish wondered how much further do we have to go. She whinnied at a sting on her rump as if to say, “Christine, I am pulling as hard as I can!” but then she felt something ooze down her leg and realized it wasn’t Christine’s crop, it was a paintball.
It seemed a lifetime to Irish but it was only four minutes when they dragged the chariot across the finish line and were brought to a halt. Christine removed Twilight and Irish’s goggles and they both squinted as their eyes tried to adjust to the light filtering through the camouflage netting. Once they could see again, they both whinnied in hysterical laughter. There stood Christine and Ella plastered all over with multi-colored paint.
“It’s the same thing every year,” volunteered Mistress Ella, “Ever since we won the inaugural event six years ago, they always gang up on us. I did manage to take several of them out though.”
“You both did great and we did cross the line first,” gushed Christine, “So I think we should celebrate tonight anyways. Champagne for all. Ella, it looks like we’ll be doing laundry again later tonight.”
It was just about that time that the next to last team crossed the finish line and was declared the winner. Apparently their early crash with the other cart put them so far behind the leaders that not a single paintball had been fired at them and they escaped unscathed. All the other teams had disqualified each other. It was all in good fun and everyone congratulated the winners on their ‘brilliant’ strategy.
Christine and Ella helped the two ponygirls drag the chariot back to the barn and wash it off. Tom and Don were already waiting to restage the chariots in their proper storage spots. Master Don said, “Great race, ladies. Better luck next year. You’d better hurry as dinner is ready for all of the ponies.”
“Thanks, Dad,” said Mistress Ella as she gave him a big hug. She then put her arm around Twilight’s shoulder and turned to a very stunned Irish and teased, “Yes, Irish, Twilight is my baby sister and we are so proud of her, aren’t we, Auntie Christine?”
Twilight stamped her foot and glared at Ella. “N-n-n-g-g-h-h N-g-h N-n-n-g-g-h-h!” which probably meant “Three years does not make me your ‘baby’ sister!” They all laughed and headed for the stables.

Chapter Nine: A Special Treat

Mistress Ella chained Irish in her stall and Twilight volunteered to help her get her tack off and hung up so that Ella and Christine could go get the dinner cart. Ella secretly slipped Twilight the remote for Irish’s belt and she and Christine headed for the lodge announcing that they would be back in about a half an hour as they wanted to get their paint-splattered clothes into the washing machine before they dried.
Twilight unlocked Irish’s headdress and started unlacing Irish’s boots. “Let me have that and I’ll put it in bowl for you,” said Twilight taking the headdress from her. Quick as a wink, she popped the converter off from the bridle, put the end caps on and put it in the bowl with the solution. Casually, she pulled the door to the stall closed and turned towards Irish who had just finished pulling off her boots. “Wouldn’t want just anyone walking in now, would we?” B-U-Z-Z-Z-Z! One quick short buzz and Twilight had Irish’s full attention.
Irish’s mouth dropped open as Twilight slid her leather panties down over her boots and stepped out of them. “Would you like to thank me for your flogging this afternoon, ponygirl?”
Irish nodded and opened her mouth to answer but Twilight put her index finger over Irish’s lips and said, “Your tongue has better things to do than waste time talking. On your knees, ponygirl.”
The stable was alive with activity and chatter so no one noticed the soft moans coming from stall #3. Irish squeezed Twilight’s buns with both hands and pulled her hard against her mouth, her tongue a flurry of activity. Twilight held the back of Irish’s head as she ground herself on Irish’s face. Irish responded eagerly, she couldn’t get enough of the taste of her Mistress as her tongue darted in and out and around and around. B-U-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z….Twilight’s timing was impeccable and Irish began to gyrate fiercely as she licked faster and faster. Twilight gave one final thrust against Irish and her whole body shuddered in a massive release of sexual energy. To say that this pushed Irish over the top would be a gross understatement. She screamed as her whole body convulsed in furious orgasm. Twilight dropped to her knees and embraced Irish hard. Irish squeezed Twilight so hard as they kissed you’d have thought she was trying to pull her into the same corset with her.
They knelt together for almost five minutes before Twilight said, “I have dining room duty tonight so I have to go get cleaned up beforehand. Let me help you off with your corset and then you should have time to shower before they come back with your dinner.”
Once the corset was off and hanging on its hooks, Twilight said, “Let’s get your belt off. You can wear it in the shower you know but I suspect you’d rather have it off right now, wouldn’t you?” Irish nodded and Twilight pulled out a key from a pocket in her corset. She set the belt on the chair and suddenly pushed Twilight back onto the bed and dove between her thighs. Her tongue would have made Gene Simmons blush and the skill with which she used it had Irish moaning almost instantly. Just as quickly as she started, she stopped and Irish popped her head up off from her pillow with the most pitiful desperate plea on her face. “Just seeing if you were paying attention, my love,” smirked Twilight and began again in earnest. The tip of Twilight’s tongue was just long enough to hit the G-spot and that was all it took. Irish humped Twilight’s face for all she was worth as multiple waves of pleasure rolled on and on.
One final long lick of Irish’s juices and Twilight popped up, kissed her on the forehead and said, “Got to go. Can’t be late for work. Enjoy your shower.” Grabbing her panties, she left making sure to lock the door to the stall behind her.
Irish gathered herself together and while heading for the bathroom heard moaning coming from the stall behind hers. “See, I’m not the only horny one around here,” she thought as she adjusted the temperature of the water in the shower.
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Irish was brushing her hair when Christine and Mistress Ella came in with the dinner tray. She immediately dropped her brush and assumed the position. “That’s okay, dear, please finish what you were doing and then come and eat. You will need all of your energy for the Derby tomorrow.” Ella popped the cork on a new bottle of bubbly and the three of them chatted freely about everything that Irish had experienced that day…well, almost everything. A dull ache was growing in Irish’s nipples but the champagne was helping.
Christine looked hungrily at Irish’s dinner and then at her watch figuring it would only be five minutes before the dinner bell rang. “Chateaubriand with sauce Béarnaise,” thought Christine, “I can’t wait.”
Christine’s reverie was interrupted by Mistress Ella’s instructions, “Tonight after dinner, you have to clean, saddle soap and polish all of your tack again, Irish. I must say you did a fantastic job last night. I have never seen hooves shined like that before.”
Irish grinned, “When my older brother would come home on leave from the Navy, we would sit for hours and talk while we polished his boots and shoes. Just the act of polishing my hooves and corset brought all those fond memories back. I didn’t realize how much I have missed him since he got married and moved to North Carolina with his new job.”
“Well, dear, I hope you will have fond memories of us after you leave here as well,” she said, kissing Irish on the forehead. “Come on, Christine, it can’t hurt to be a little early for dinner. Leave the rest of the champagne for Irish, it may help her get to sleep later. Goodnight dear.”
“Goodnight Mistress Ella. Goodnight Christine.”
Less than two hours later, Christine had finished polishing the last piece of her tack and had put the belt back on the recharger when she heard the rattle of keys in the lock on her stall. She was about to try to cover herself with her blanket when she saw Twilight peek through the bars on the window in the door and smile. She softly entered the stall and closed the door behind her. In one hand she had another bottle of bubbly and in the other hand a tube of Aloe Vera lotion.
“I have been studying massage therapy under the tutelage of Jillian and David and thought you deserved a special treat tonight. I see you still have a trace of the red stripes from the single tail. Those will be gone by morning even if I have to lick them off,” smirked Twilight.
Irish grabbed two glasses and headed to the bathroom to rinse them out while Twilight popped the cork on the new bottle. When she returned, she almost dropped them both. Twilight had taken off her robe and had hung it on one of the hooks on the back of the door blocking the window. Irish set the glasses down and took Twilight’s hand and lead her over to the bed. For the next two hours, between the massaging and champagne, the two did things for each other that only women know how to do. Irish finally fell asleep in Twilight’s arms and never woke when Twilight left at 5:25 to get ready to serve breakfast.

Chapter 10: Forever Young

At 6:15, Irish Rose was awakened by the sound of Master Tom firing up his John Deere tractor to begin rolling the track for the Derby. The day before he had scraped and dragged the track to get rid of any ruts accumulated during the past month’s training sessions and to make the chariots harder to pull. This morning, as before every Derby, he pulled a monstrous, water-filled drum behind his tractor, lap after lap, until the track was almost as smooth and hard as an airport runway. Everything had to be perfect.
Irish sat up and looked sadly around hoping to see Twilight but realized that she must be getting ready to serve breakfast again. The light was green and so she slipped quietly into the bathroom. “Twilight was right,” she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror, “The stripes from the whip have completely faded.”
Returning to her bed, she laid down for a minute, listening for the sounds of others beginning to stir. She twiddled with the chain connecting her to the wall, sliding her fingers from the ring in the wall to the ring on the back of her collar. She caressed each letter of the name etched in her collar….I-R-I-S-H….R-O-S-E…her name, what a pretty name. For a fleeting moment, she had forgotten her Lindsay side completely and had surrendered to the contentment of being a ‘Pampered Pony’. She finally admitted to herself that she loved everything about being a ponygirl. She loved her boots. She loved her pretty red and black posture collar. She loved the smell of all of her leather tack. She loved the fresh smell of the morning air as she had jogged through the canyon. She loved the sense of accomplishment it had given her to be able to stride almost effortlessly through the obstacle course, blindfolded. She adjusted her nipple rings and gently nibbled on her lower lip at the tingling sensation it sent through her breasts. She loved her nipple rings. It was then for the first time she realized that she even loved the beating she had suffered at the hands of Mistress Lilith. It had shown her how tough she could be when she needed to be. It had shown her how she could not only endure but excel.
Her parents had spoiled her with material things and had denied her the thing she craved the most. She needed that sense of being loved, of belonging, that only loving discipline can bring. The kind of discipline that says, “I have faith in you. I love you and you can be better than this. Let me correct you.” Mistress Ella and yes, even Mistress Lilith had shown her that kind of love and she knew now that she belonged here. She paused to kiss her chain and then began the task of putting on her ponyboots.
She was standing at ‘parade rest’ completely dressed except for her beautiful, leather corset and voice converter. She had even managed to snap the locks on her chastity belt by herself and wiggled her hips in delicious anticipation of what she hoped might come later. She heard the jiggling of the trays as more than a dozen dinner carts came rolling down the path from the lodge and bumped over the door sill into the stable. A minute later came the familiar sound of the lock on her stall popping open and in walked Mistress Ella with her breakfast tray.
She pawed the ground and Ella asked, “Are you wondering where Christine is this morning, dear?”
Irish nodded yes.
“She decided she wanted to get a head start on editing your story for the broadcast. Right now she is downloading all of the footage taken so far onto her laptop so she will have enough recording time left on the camera for the rest of today’s activities. She will join us later. Come and eat, Irish.”
Irish sat down and lifted the cover off her plate and her eyes popped wide open. Mistress Ella laughed at her surprise and Irish shrugged her shoulders. “What, you’ve never had spaghetti for breakfast before,” chuckled Ella. “The Derby is a test not only of speed but of stamina. All of the carts and drivers are weighed this morning and then weights are added to each cart to make the loads pulled by the ponies equal. Master Jones is the biggest driver and I’m afraid they will be adding an extra sixty pounds or more to our cart. That’s why you need the complex carbohydrates in pasta this morning. Mangia, mangia, as they say in Italy.”
Irish smiled and dug right in. She loved spaghetti, though from her figure you’d never know it, she finished off the whole plate and two big meatballs in very short order.
Mistress Ella leaned over Irish’s shoulder and teased, “You know if you keep eating like that it will make your boobs as big as Sofia Loren’s and then we’ll have to get you bigger rings.” Ella gently cupped both of Irish’s breasts in her hands and fingered her nipples. “These are just perfect as they are.”
Irish turned her head slightly, took Ella’s right hand in hers and softly kissed it then nuzzled the back of Ella’s arm with her cheek.
“I love you too, Irish. Go brush your teeth and let’s get you ready.”
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Mistress Ella pulled Irish to a halt at the registration desk and picked up three # 6’s, one for the back of her jersey and one for each side of the cart. She immediately peeled the backing off two of them and stuck them to the cart as they moved forward onto the scales.
Master Tom came over and whispered to Irish, “Those are beautiful rings, Irish, you should be very proud.” Irish whinnied and gave them a little wiggle so her bells tinkled. Tom smiled and taking hold of her bridle directed her exactly where to stand so they could get an accurate weight of Ella and the cart.
“146 pounds,” Tom called out and the official behind the desk wrote it down next to the number six. “Okay, El, you know where to leave the cart. They will all be ready by 1:00 if you want to pick yours up and take a couple of warm up laps before the race.”
Ella pulled hard left and Irish pivoted the cart around. A quick shake of the reins and Irish stepped off in the direction the equipment barn. “This is also where they keep all of the extra weights for the carts,” said Ella as she guided Irish into a spot in the line behind the #5 cart. Ella finished unhitching Irish from the cart then locked her elbow cuffs together and her wrist cuffs to her hip rings on her corset and added, “We may as well work on your posture a little this morning. You look a little too relaxed this morning, Irish. Besides, I love to see your tits sticking out,” and then she kissed her on the nose and Irish giggled, “n-n-n-g-g-h”.
Mistress Ella strode proudly across the lawn with Irish in tow, taking every opportunity to chat with everyone they met. Irish would stand silently by at ‘parade rest’ and occasionally jingle her bells on command, as much to her own delight as that of her viewers. Ella stopped at the foot of the stairs leading up to the porch on the front of the lodge and tied Irish’s reins to the railing. “I’ll be right back, Irish. You can’t come in the lodge with your ponyboots on.”
Irish looked longingly after Mistress Ella as she disappeared through the door into the lodge. A feeling of emptiness came over her as she looked out over the grounds trying to find a familiar face, that beautiful face she was staring into before falling asleep last night. Irish looked back towards the door a couple of minutes later just as it swung open and Mistress Ella came out. A sense of relief came over Irish, much like a three-year old seeing her mother again after being lost in the clothes racks at a department store, and she whinnied and danced excitedly.
“I wasn’t gone that long, was I?” asked Ella rubbing Irish’s cheek with the back of her fingers. Irish closed her eyes for a moment and rubbed back. “Tip your head back, dear; I got you a bottle of cold water from the kitchen.” Ella used her handkerchief to dab the water away that ran down Irish’s chin when she was done. “I’ll hold on to the rest of the bottle for later. The vendor’s tent is open now; let’s go see what’s going on this morning.”
The tent was packed with people again, wandering from booth to booth, looking for that special something even though they had no idea what it might be. The vendors were working every angle trying to move as much merchandise as possible so they wouldn’t have to pack it up and haul it back to their shops. They were busy hawking bargains like that guy in the Wham-Sow commercials.
“Mistress Ella! Mistress Ella!” shouted Twilight as she came pushing her way through the crowd, “Daddy said I could do it! Daddy said I could do it and Auntie Christine is buying it for me for my birthday,” she squealed excitedly.
“That’s great, Twilight. When are you going to do it?”
“Right now. Christine is waiting for me. She wanted me to find you so you could watch. Hurry.”
Ella tugged on a very confused Irish’s leash and they hurried along behind as Twilight trotted ahead. She lead them down to the photographer’s area behind the grandstands where a makeshift booth had been set up, complete with a portable Honda generator quietly humming away.
“Here are your first two customers of the day,” said Christine to the photographer’s assistant. “Twilight, since it’s your birthday, you should go first and show Irish that there is nothing to be afraid of.”
“Yes, thank you, Auntie Christine,” and after a brief hug and kiss, Twilight jumped up on the table.
“Where do you want it…arm…shoulder….back?” as the assistant.
“Right butt cheek, please.”
“Okay, we are going to have to strap you down. We can’t have any movement during the procedure.” Having said that, Christine and Ella began helping the assistant with the elaborate array of straps securing Twilight face down on the padded table. When they were done, Twilight could barely breathe, let alone try of move even a smidge.
The assistant ripped open a big packet and handed the gauze roll to Ella and said, “Have her bite on this when the machine starts.” He pulled up an image on the screen of the computer which ran the machine and confirmed with Christine that this was what she wanted. He hit the “Enter” button and a minute later a printer- like device spit out what appeared to be a very thick decal. He removed the adhesive backing around the perimeter of the patch, carefully lined it up, stuck it to her butt and moved the head of the machine into position using the alignment marks on the decal. He looked at Ella and nodded.
Ella said, “Open up, dear,” and shoved the wad into Twilight’s waiting mouth.
The assistant hit the “Start” button and 9,000 tiny needles fired off in rapid succession, like a multi-head embroidery unit driving the dyes in the decal deep into Twilight’s skin. Twilight’s eyes crossed in pain but she managed to stifle her scream as she bit hard on the gauze. Five seconds passed and it was all over. Twilight felt a warming sensation as the infrared light from the machine permanently set the dyes.
“All done, you can release her now. I have to put this head in the sterilizer and reload the machine with a new one. You can get the next ponygirl ready.”
“N-n-n-g-h-h N-n-n-g-g-h-h,” whinnied Irish as she tried to back away nervously. One can only assume that it meant “Next ponygirl????” Irish wasn’t sure what had just happen to Twilight but she was pretty sure she didn’t want any part of it and she started to tremble. Mistress Ella saw her distress and took her in her arms and just held her without saying a word.
Twilight peeled off the decal and wiped her skin with the solvent-soaked pad the assistant handed her. What emerged was the most incredibly beautiful tattoo Irish had ever seen. It was just like looking at a photograph of Twilight in full pony dress framed by a large bronzed horseshoe. Around the outside of the horseshoe it said, “Pampered Pony Ranch” and under her picture in flowing freestyle script was “Twilight Girl”. Twilight smiled at Irish, walked over and put her arms around her neck and said, “I want to see your beauty preserved forever. Please do this for me.” Twilight kissed her on the nose and stepped back.
How could she say no to her? Irish nodded. Ella said, “Let me unlock your cuffs so you can at least lay comfortably for this. Irish stepped up on the platform and lay down on the table. Christine and Ella quickly strapped her down before she could change her mind while the assistant tended to the machine. Ella undid the cams holding Irish’s converter in and wrapped it in a paper towel. Twilight bent down and kissed Irish as she long to be kissed then shoved a gauze wad between her teeth. “I’m right here with you,” she said gently stroking Irish’s cheek.
Irish’s body went rigid the second the assistant hit the button. She felt like she was in electro-shock therapy and then it was over and the warming sensation began and she spit out the gauze. As soon as she was freed from the table, she lost herself in Twilight’s waiting arms. Christine peeled back the decal and sponged off the excess dye while they kissed and she and Ella looked in astonishment at the new tattoo. “Wow,” was all they could say. This new technology was fantastic. What would have taken hours by hand was done flawlessly in seconds by the machine. “This is a story in itself,” thought Christine, “I’m glad I recorded it.”
“Next pony, please,’ called the assistant as a line was beginning to form outside the booth. The four of them headed outside. Irish and Twilight walked hand in hand, giggling like a couple of teenagers.
“Look,” said Twilight, “The line is not too long. Let’s get pictures taken together. Is that okay, Sis?”
“Okay but put your bits back in. If we have to listen to you two giggling at least you can sound like proper ponies.”
The photographer took a minute to admire the beautiful tattoos that his new machine had created then he hit upon and idea. “If you two will pose for my advertizing brochure, I’ll do your portraits for free. All you have to do is sign a model release so I can use the pictures. Do we have a deal?”
The girls nodded yes and the photographer directed them into position. “Okay ponies, turn away from the camera about 45o and bend forward putting your hands on your knees. That’s it, now lift your heads up and look back over your shoulders like you are trying to see your tattoos. Smile.” Flash!Flash!Flash!
With the promo shots out of the way, Twilight and Irish spent the next couple of minutes hamming it up in front of the camera. For the final pose, they faced each other with their belly buttons touching and leaned their shoulders back slightly so that their bells hung freely between them. They rested their hands on each other’s shoulders and stared into each other’s eyes. Flash! Flash! Flash!
“I want an 8x10 copy of that one,” said Mistress Ella.
“Me too,” replied Christine. “Now let’s get some lunch before the Derby begins.”
Lunch was served out on the lawn again and for most of the ponies and drivers it consisted of a light salad with a bowl of fresh fruit on the side. Other guests enjoyed hot dogs and hamburgers done over the barbeque pit as they weren’t going to be the ones running in 90o heat. As they sat eating, Christine and Ella couldn’t help smiling at the number of guests who were craning their necks trying to get a look at Irish and Twilight’s butts.
“Look there’s Bronze Lily,” said Irish, “May I show her my pretty tattoo, Mistress Ella.”
“Yes, dear…..” Irish jumped up from the table……”Not so fast, Irish, ponies must be escorted at all times on Derby weekend. Twilight, dear, here is her leash. Would you please take her over there so I can finish my salad?”
“Yes, Mistress Ella.”
Excitedly they sprinted across the lawn to where Master Ramirez and Bronze Lily were about to sit down. Twilight said, “Irish Rose would like to show something Master if she may.
“Certainly, Twilight, what is it?”
“Turn around, Irish.” She turned sideways so they both could see her new tattoo.
“That is beautiful,” said Master Ramirez, “I had heard that they were going to try to do some here this weekend but this is the first one I have seen. May I?”
“Certainly, Master.”
Master Ramirez reached out and touched Irish gently on her butt and leaned closer to exam the fine detail that had been rendered. “This is truly amazing. Her beauty will be preserved forever. What do you think, Lily? Would you like to get one?
“Oh, yes please, Master, may I. It is so lovely.”
“Of course, my love. How could I refuse a request from the Grand Champion Show Pony? You will be the envy of the Caribbean. Forever Young.” He gave Irish a loving swat on the rump and said, “Thank you, Irish. Thank you, Twilight. I will see to it that you each get something special for being so kind as to think of us and want to show us that.”
Twilight said, “Thank you Master Ramirez.” Irish just bowed. “Rise, ponygirl, I have to get you back to Mistress Ella so you have time to practice before the Derby.”
When they got back to the table, Twilight handed Irish’s leash to Mistress Ella and told Irish that she had to help clear the lawn and set up for the winners’ reception but she would come down to cheer her on.
“Aren’t you running in the Derby too, Twilight,” inquired Irish.
“No, dear, Mistress Ella is the Derby winner in this family,” replied Twilight winking at her sister.
“Now, Twilight don’t be giving away all the family secrets,” and she kissed her on the cheek as she got up to leave. “Come, Irish, let’s go get warmed up. Are you coming, Christine?
“No, I’m going to do some more editing but I’ll be there for the race.”

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Chapter 11: I Told You So

Ella and Irish found their cart after a brief bathroom break. Many of the teams were already out on the track but Ella assured Irish that she wouldn’t need that much warm up. Ella clipped the handles of the sulky to Irish’s wrist cuffs and Irish started to kneel. Ella grabbed her bridle and said, “Wait. I want you to wear your blinders for the race. Yes, I know most of the teams out there aren’t wearing any and that is a big mistake. Every year there are collisions because a pony will veer left or right as another pony tries to pass and get run into by someone coming up on the other side that they didn’t see. All of the truly experienced drivers know that their ponies run better if they can only see what’s ahead of them. Okay?”
“Yes, Mistress, you’re the boss.”
“You’d better believe it, Sweetie,” Ella said and gave Irish a quick swat on the rump. She securely attached the side blinders to Irish’s headgear and gave her a quick sip of water. “Not too much, now. I’ll give you another sip just before post time.” Ella took Irish’s head in her hands and planted a big one on her lips. “My little sister is crazy about you, you know. Win this one for her. Now open up.”
Irish smiled and opened her mouth so Ella could insert her bit and converter, then knelt down so she could get in the cart. “Up,” said Ella and then she glanced at the supplemental weights hanging on the sides, “73 pounds! Master Jones has got to lay off the desserts.”
Irish laughed a big pony laugh, Ella shook the reins and they were off.
The official at the gate held them up until all of the carts had passed and it was safe to enter the track. They started out at a brisk walk and Ella talked about pacing, strategy and where she would be asking Irish to try to pass as the race progressed. Irish listened carefully to every word and then there was silence and she could listen to the clip-clop of her ponyboots on the hard packed track surface. Master Tom had done an excellent job, the track was perfect and the cart rolled along smoothly.
Ella gave a whistle and Irish picked up the pace a little. She looked at her stop watch and counted the poles going by. Thirty seconds later she whistled again and restarted her watch. “This is a perfect pace, Irish. I know you can go faster but we have to be very careful the first couple of laps because that’s when all the accidents happen. Once the carts get spread out, we will begin to make our move and pick them off one at a time. When we hit the three-quarter pole on the last lap, I’m going to turn you loose and it’s all on you at that point.” Finishing her little pep talk, Ella pulled back softly and Irish slowed to a canter and then to a walk.
After a lap and a half, they pulled off the track into the paddock area where the water misters were working overtime. Irish titled her head back as much as her posture collar would allow and let the sprays hit her full in the face. After a minute, Ella gave the down command and got out of the cart. Coming around to the front, she gave Irish another sip of water and then lead her over to the rail and said that this would be a great spot from which to watch the first three races.
B-U-Z-Z-Z-T! Irish’s head popped up suddenly as the vibrators sprung to life and then stopped.
It was Twilight coming and she was laughing as she held the remote in her hand. “Here’s your remote back, Mistress Ella. I wonder what it’s for,” she giggled. Twilight was always careful to call her sister, Mistress whenever there were other ponies and drivers around.
“I think you should hold on to it for me, Twilight, I suspect you may need it later.”
“N-n-n-n-g-g-h-h!” nodded Irish.
“I also brought you a towel so you could wipe Irish down before and after the race.”
“Thank you, dear, but I think you should do it, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” responded Twilight and she gently began dabbing the sweat off Irish’s face and body.
“N-n-n-g-g-h N-g-h”
“You’re welcome, Irish.” Twilight was fluent in ponyese.
“Senior ponyboys to the staging area, please,” came the announcement over the loudspeaker. “All rise and gentlemen please remove your hats for the playing of our national anthem. Post Call was sounded on the tenor bugle and the ponyboys, men really at this age, paraded by the grandstands to the starting line.
“Bang!” “And they’re off,” said the announcer who called the race post by post. In the end, it was no contest as Digby Lad won by more than 10 lengths in just over a minute twenty for the quarter mile. The senior ponygirls had a much closer race but at the wire it was Sin City Sister by just over a cart and a half. The open ponyboy division proved to be more of a demolition derby than a race as six of the carts piled up in the first turn as they jockeyed for position. The heat took its toll as well and even the winner cramped up and came limping down the homestretch to win in a disappointing time of almost eight minutes. A win is still a win, they say and Mama’s Boy gladly accepted the prize and the cheers.
Irish fidgeted nervously almost dreading the moment and then there it was, Post Call. Twilight gave her a quick kiss on the nose and Ella lead Irish out of the paddock onto the track before jumping into the cart and shaking the reins. Everyone cheered as the contestants were introduced as they passed the stands and before Irish knew it she was standing at the starting line.
“Relax, Irish,” said Ella sensing Irish’s tension, “Wiggle that cute butt of yours for me.”
Irish giggled in ponyese as she shook her booty.
“BANG!” The announcer started in again and the race was on.
Ella pulled back slightly as they approached the first turn as they were fifth from the rail and she knew from experience that the first two turns were the most dangerous. They were a good four lengths back just trotting along when it happened. One of the new ponygirls, not wearing blinders like Ella said they should, saw someone closing in on the right and drifted left pushing Lilith’s left cart wheel into an inside fence post, flipping the cart sideways and roughly throwing Lilith and her pony, Annabelle, to the ground. Irish immediately came to a stop and dropped to her knees which completely amazed Ella as no one had ever done anything like that before. Ella jumped out and helped Lilith and Annabelle up. Lilith’s nose was bleeding but Annabelle was unhurt.
“Get going,” shouted Lilith, “You still have a race to win. Thank you, Irish.”
Ella jumped back in the cart and without a word Irish was to her feet and began to trot. They were now 300 yards behind and Ella shouted, “All of our strategy has just gone out the window, Irish, it’s all on your shoulders now. Regardless of the outcome, I am very proud of you. That was very selfless of you to stop to help another pony and driver in trouble.” Ella whistled and Irish picked it up.
By the end of lap two Irish was moving smoothly along apparently under no strain and she had managed to make up 100 of the 300 yard gap but 200 yards was still almost half of a lap behind. The crowd realized the sacrifice that that they had just witness Irish make and lead by Christine and Twilight had taken to chanting, “I-rish!...I-rish!...I-rish!”
The third lap is the one that separates the men from the boys as they say, or in this case, the ponygirls from the pretenders. The 95o heat was taking its toll and they began to fade one by one. This was very fortunate for Ella and Irish as it is much easier to pass carts one at a time than when they are two and three wide.
One lap to go and another 100 yards closer to the leaders but time was running out and the cart was getting heavier. It was then that Irish heard the crowd chanting for the first time. All of a sudden she let go of the handles and the clips on her cuffs took the load off her hands which were beginning to cramp up. She shook her arms to ease her muscles. She shook her head and whinnied what must have been the equivalent of “Hang on Momma!” grabbed the handles again and picked up the pace once more. By the time, they reached the first turn, she had gained another 30 yards and coming out of the second she passed two more and was behind by only 30. Between the third and fourth turns, Mistress Ella showed two more drivers what a difference an experienced jockey can make as she successfully guided Irish around them as they tried to block her path.
They hit the home stretch and Ella wondered how Irish could have anything left after that miraculous comeback. They were 20 yards behind with only 100 yards to go but she gave one final whistle just to let Irish know that she believed it was still possible. Bolstered by that single vote of confidence, Irish dug deep and as they say in NASCAR, “She found another gear.” Out of nowhere came a kick that would have made Jesse Owens proud. The leader heard the jingling of bells and caught a glimpse of Irish coming out of the corner of his eye and spurred his ponygirl with his quirt as they lunged for the wire. Both ponygirls thrust out their chests to try to break the tape and then it was over.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, your patience please, we have a photo finish. After what seemed like an eternity while both ponygirls tried desperately to catch their breath and get their hearts back in their chest cavities, the announcer came back on…….”and the winner is……IRISH ROSE…BY A BELL!
“HUH?” “WHAT?” The crowd loved the victory but what the heck did that mean they wondered.
A silence fell over the crowd as the head judge made his way to the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, this has been the closest race in Derby history but the photo is conclusive. The bell on Irish’s left nipple ring bounced straight out at the exact moment the two ponies reached the finish line. Since the bell is part of a surgical implant it has been ruled to be a part of her body and therefore Irish Rose has been declared the winner.
First the crowd broke out in laughter at the verbal image of a bouncing bell on a nipple ring crossing the finish first and then in thunderous applause for the courageous effort she had put forth and the chanting began again as Irish received her garland of roses.
Twilight was the first to reach Irish and gave her a big kiss. “I told you so,” she said, “I told you you’d thank me some day for making you get those rings.”
“N-n-g-g-h N-g-h”
“You’re welcome,” laughed Twilight and everyone joined in.
“Let’s put our cart away and get your bit out. It’s much easier to drink champagne without it,” said Ella.

Chapter 12: Separation Anxiety

The grandstands emptied quickly as everyone headed to the reception to congratulate the winners. The champagne flowed freely and hundreds of pictures were snapped as the winners huddled together under the shade of the reception canopy. The vendors were making their final call before packing up their remaining merchandize and many of the teams were gathering their stuff and loading their trailers in preparation for the long ride across the Mohave to get home. All in all it signaled the beginning of the end to the most wonderful experience Irish had ever had and a feeling of melancholy started to come over her. “What will become of me and Twilight?” She began to worry.
Master Don stepped up to the portable podium and began, “Ladies and Gentlemen, Ponyboys and Ponygirls, I want to thank all of you for coming this weekend. This has been the biggest turn-out in Desert Derby history and the most exciting racing we have seen so far. Let’s have another hand for our competitors.”
“I would also like to thank all of our vendors and in particular, Mr. Randal Klaw, our ace photographer, and his assistant, Dean Morris, for bringing their new computerized tattooing machine out here, all the way from El Paso. It has been so popular that they have promised to bring it back next year. As they are not leaving until tomorrow morning, they have offered to keep the booth open until dinner time in case you are having regrets about not having one done earlier.” The crowd applauded their approval and Master Don began again.
“There is one more ceremony before we can wrap up today’s formal program. Twilight Girl, come here please.” Twilight came bouncing out of the crowd and threw her arms around his neck. “Next weekend is Twilight’s birthday but she has to leave to go back to college next Sunday so her mother and I decided we should celebrate it this weekend when all of our extended family is here.”
At that announcement, a spontaneous chorus of ‘Happy Birthday’ broke out and everyone cheered.
“Tell everyone how old you are, Twilight.”
“I’ll be 20 next weekend.”
“Assume the position, dear.” Twilight smiled at Irish, pulled down her leather panties and bent over the podium much to the delight of those assembled. They all oo-ed and ah-ed as they saw Twilight’s tattoo for the first time or maybe for some it was her perfectly round cheeks they appreciated.
“I told your mom she could do the honors this year, Twilight. Lilith, my love, are you ready?”
By now Irish was used to surprises but this was too much; Mistress Lilith is Twilight and Ella’s mom? Twilight saw the stunned look on Irish’s face and winked and laughed.
Mistress Lilith walked around in front of Twilight and showed her the single-tail in her hand. She cupped Twilight’s chin in her hand and asked, “Do you think you can take 20 lashes without cumming, dear? Twilight shook her head ‘No’. Lilith kissed her on the forehead and said, “Good. Let’s begin.”
The crowd joined in counting each lash as Twilight drifted further and further into subspace. On the eighteenth lash, Twilight’s endorphin level had peaked and she convulsed in blissful orgasms almost knocking over the podium. Her dad rushed over to hold her up as the crowd applauded and cheered. Lilith administered the last two strokes ….nineteen…..twenty and then she stepped up to Twilight, softly rubbed her bottom and whispered in her ear, “Happy Birthday, dear. Your father and I are very proud of you.”
Twilight gathered herself up as much as possible as subspace began to fade away, turned around and gave her mom a big kiss and said, “Thank you. I love you too.” Once again the crowd applauded as mother and daughter embraced. Twilight wasted no time in pulling up her panties and walking over to give Irish a big hug.
“Mistress Lilith is your mom? But what about your mother and Jillian,” asked Irish?
“What’s the problem? Many people in the sex-positive community are poly-amorous. My dad thinks it is great that my mom has so much love to share. They both do and spend endless hours working for the foundation to trying to help others. I plan to work the family business too after I graduate.”
Master Don stepped to the microphone again. “Once again, I thank you all for coming. We know those of you who are staying another week but the chef asked me to get a headcount of any of the rest of you who would like to stay for dinner so please see me immediately after the reception.
Christine walked up to Twilight and Irish gave Twilight a little swat and said, “And one to grow on.”
“Thank you, Auntie Christine, and thank you for my beautiful tattoo.”
“How much do I owe you, Christine? I love my tattoo. You shouldn’t have to pay for mine too.”
“Now what kind of a Mistress would I be if I didn’t take care of my new ponygirl, Irish Rose. It was my pleasure. Besides, I had a special deal with Mr. Klaw and it was a kind of a two-for one arrangement. Twilight, dear, I think Irish could use a shower before dinner, don’t you?”
“Yes, Auntie Christine but I have to ask Mistress Ella if it’s okay to take her.”
“Right behind you, dear. Yes, you may take her and I don’t want to see either of you before dinner,” said Ella winking at Twilight. “Here take her bit and converter and make sure they get cleaned too.”
“Come on, ponygirl,” said Twilight taking her leash, “Don’t make me have to punish you.”
B-U-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z….. all the way back to the stable. No sooner had they crossed the threshold than Irish dropped to all fours unable to hold back the tide any longer she rolled onto her back right there in the aisle way and screamed. Another couple nearby by rush to her aid but when they saw her squeezing her breasts and grating her hips they just smiled and went back to what they were doing.
Twilight mercifully shut the vibrators off and helped Irish to her feet. “Do you think you can make it to your stall on your own or am I going to have to carry you?”
Irish jumped up into Twilight’s arms and responded, “Take me, I’m yours.”
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They helped each other get their tack off and headed for the bathroom. Following a prolonged period of passionate kissing, caressing, fondling and groping, the two of them stepped out of the shower and dried themselves off. They chatted freely as they took turns brushing out each other’s hair and then set about the task of servicing their tack.
They had finished their chores and were snuggling together naked on the bed when Mistress Cyndi came in with Irish’s gym bag. When she saw it, she started to sob because she thought it meant she was going to have to get ready to leave. Twilight held her close and asked, “What’s the matter, dear?”
“I will miss you so much,” sniffed Irish.
“Oh, Irish dear, you’re not leaving yet,” said Cyndi. “Some of our staff asked to leave early and now so many people decided at the last minute to stay for dinner that we are short-handed. I thought you might like to help Twilight serve dinner so I brought your sneakers. You know the rules, ‘No Ponyboots in the Lodge’.
“May I wear the rest of my tack?”
“Certainly, dear, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Just please wear your panties tonight, I don’t want you getting distracted by that belt and spilling someone’s drink in their lap,” she teased. “Now hurry.”
They got dressed quickly and Twilight started to leave when she heard Irish plead, “Please?” She turned around to see Irish holding out her leash. She took the end and pulled Irish to herself and they kissed again then said, “Come along you naughty ponygirl, don’t make me late for work or I’ll have to punish you later.” They both giggled and hurried up to the kitchen where the chef was barking out orders.
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Dinner proceeded smoothly and coffee and dessert were being served when Master Tom stood up and tapped his wine glass with his spoon, quickly bringing all side conversations to a stop. “As most of you know by now, Ms Christine Donovan from Channel 17 News has been here this weekend preparing a ‘human interest’ piece for her network. Christine and I both want to thank each and every one of you who consented to being interviewed on and off camera and we both think this will show the world our community in a new, positive light. Christine has been hard at work for the last few hours doing her final edit and would like to show it for you as soon as the dinner dishes have been cleared away. Please, enjoy your dessert and another cup of Master Ramirez excellent coffee while we warm up the InFocus projector.”
The room murmured with excitement as everyone wonder if their segment had made the final cut. Everyone pitched in to help Twilight and Irish clear away the dishes and then the big moment came. Christine set her computer at the end of the table as Mater Tom pulled down the roll-up screen above the fireplace. She quickly focused the image and began by apologizing that the time limitations did not allow for more of the interviews to be included. She assured everyone that if this one was well received that she had several more segments planned to promote both the ranch and other segments of the ‘sex-positive’ community. She brought up the ‘News at Six’ emblem on the screen and hit the play arrow with her curser:
[close-up of Christine and then a slow pan across the stables and grounds to Tom and Cyndi standing in front of the lodge and their riding habits]
“This is Christine Donovan for Channel 17 reporting to you from a very unique Ranch and Spa out here in the Mohave Dessert.” “The owners, Master Tom and his wife, Mistress Cyndi have created a safe environment here where people are free to live out their dominant or submissive fantasies through what the ‘sex-positive community’ calls ‘Pony Play’.”
[close-up of Tom and Cyndi]
“Eight years ago, Cyndi and I started the Pampered Pony Ranch and Spa as a place where people could get away from the rat race with that special someone and completely surrender themselves to each other with the hope of building stronger relationships. Visitors who came here originally ‘just to check us out’ have all left better for the experience and most have continued to return again and again.”
[close-up on Cyndi hugging Tom]
“Pony play has drawn our family closer together also especially our two nieces who both work here.”
[wide-angle shot of Ella leading Twilight down the side walk from the lodge stopping next to Cyndi]
“I am Mistress Ella and this is my ponygirl sister, Twilight. We are both players and trainers here.”
[close-up head to toe pan of Twilight in full latex attire and tack then back to wide-angle of both]
“Isn’t she stunning? There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her or she for me.”
[pan out to Christine standing in front of family linked arm in arm]
“Master Tom carefully interviews all guests to better understand their needs and make their experience as meaningful as possible.”
[screen wipe left to right-Master Tom seated by fireplace with Lindsay]
“Lindsay, why did you choose to be what you are going to become?”
“Oh that’s easy. It’s fascinating. I’ve dreamed about being a ponygirl for as long as I can remember. I can’t imagine doing anything else.”
“I think the same can be said for many of the people who come here. Their stories are fascinating but everyone is unique.”
[screen wipe back to left- close-up on Christine switches to wide angle of couple]
“One of the most heart-warming stories is of this young couple who recently lost their baby. Mr. Fredricks, why don’t you tell us of your experience in your own words.”
[zoom in on Mr Fredricks with his arm around Windsong in full tack]
“My wife and I had tried to do everything right in preparation for the arrival of our baby and everything still went wrong. We were both devastated, first by the loss and then by the looks of pity we got from our friends and family everywhere we went. We knew in our hearts that other people had gone through worse and rather than slip into melancholy and self pity, we looked for something to help us cultivate a new circle of friends, friends who would just accept us, not pity us or judge us. We found it here at the Pampered Pony. Surrendering to each other has given us a new clarity of purpose and we have decided to try to adopt.”
[close-up on Christine]
“Thank you both for being willing to share your story with us. The ranch has established a foundation which uses its funding to help others in the community and they realize that the fees associated with adopting can be very burdensome. Here is Mr. Don Shane, director of the foundation with a special presentation.”
[zoom to wide-angle as Master Don enters the frame]
“On behalf of the Pampered Pony Foundation I would like to present you with this check for $10,000 to help you with your adoption expenses,” said Master Don as he handed it to Mr. Fredricks. Windsong threw her arms around Don’s neck and kissed him then began to cry with tears of joy in her husband’s arms.
[close-up on Christine]
“Thank you, Mr. Shane for all your foundation has been doing to help others. We have seen amazing demonstrations kindness and compassion everywhere this weekend even though most of the attendees at this event are competing with each other.
[screen wipe top to bottom-wide-angle of Folsom’s Pride and Master Henry fixing a cart]
“Here we see two of the competitors helping to repair the cart of one of the other racers. One of the most unbelievable acts of caring and selflessness occurred early today in the biggest event of the year, the Ponygirl Desert Derby.”
[cutting to footage of Lilith’s crash and Irish’s coming to her aid- with Christine voice-over]
“Sacrificing her chance to win this prestigious event, this ponygirl named Irish Rose, rushed to the aid of another fallen pony and rider dropping almost a whole lap behind the field. There is a saying that ‘Virtue is its own reward’ and on this day it wasn’t the only reward.”
[cut to the chanting crowd and then Irish wearing her garland of roses in the winner’s circle]
“Spurred on by the chanting crowd, Irish Rose and her driver Mistress Ella came from far behind to win the race by the narrowest of margins.”
[cutting to a sequence of shots of the lodge, pool, massage room and stables-voice-over continued]
“The Pampered Pony Ranch and Spa offers every amenity for your vacation enjoyment in a community of caring where we are all free to be you and me.”
[close-up of Christine}
“Irish Rose, do you have any last words for our viewers.”
[cut to close-up of Irish in the stable about to put her bit in]
“I love being a ponygirl” then put the bit into her mouth, “N-n-n-g-g-h….n-n-g-h…N-n-n-n-n-n-g-g-h.”
[Wide angle of Christine and Ella in the chariot pulled by Twilight and Irish before the race - voice-ever]
“For Channel 17, I’m Christine Donovan, live at the Pampered Pony Ranch and Spa saying, ‘Happy trails to you’”.
[wipe bottom to top-close-up of Irish’s tattooed rump] [fade to black and white phone number and web address]

Everyone applauded their approval and congratulated Christine on a job well done, everyone but Irish, that is. While others were talking about the positive impact this piece could have on business and the acceptance of the community at large, Irish had cornered Christine.
“I said I wanted to be a reporter not a ponygirl and all of the segments were out of sequence.”
“You did say every one of those words though, I just re-arranged them a little. I told you I was a wizard at editing. I wanted to show this place in the most favorable light possible and besides why are you complaining, I made you look like a hero.”
“How can I show my face around the newsroom again?”
“Relax, I think everyone will respect you even more for being willing to take such a risk to get a story. Knowing the guys in the newsroom like I do, it won’t be your face they’re going to want to see anyways.”
“Very funny, Christine. It wasn’t your butt on that big screen.”
Christine wrapped her arm around Irish’s shoulder and whispered to her, “Look, There are still lots of story angles here and Twilight doesn’t go back to college until next weekend. Why don’t you stay here another week and avoid all the stares, hub-bub and snappy remarks at the station. I’ll tell everyone that you are on special assignment for me. I’ll leave the camera equipment with you too. How’s that?”
Irish’s complexion changed completely when the realization of what Christine was suggesting hit her. She wouldn’t have to leave Twilight after all. She got a playful smirk on her face and said, “Okay, it’s a deal,” and then went to tell Twilight the good news. The next thing anyone knew, they had both disappeared, which left Christine to explain to Cyndi and Ella what was going on. Christine said her good-byes, jumped in her car and headed for Bakersfield, after all, someone had to show up for work in the morning.


Chapter 13: Getting into the Swing of Things

The next morning, Twilight and Irish were all smiles when they served breakfast. Irish was particularly pleased to see so many people would be staying all week, twenty-five guests at the table meant at least twenty-five ponies in the stables. As she thought more about it, she realized that she and Twilight had helped the cooks put together twenty-eight breakfast trays for the ponies before setting the table in the lodge. Did someone have more than one pony, she wondered? “Now wouldn’t that be an interesting story,” she thought.
Mr. and Mrs. Ramirez were late coming down for breakfast. They were both fashionably but comfortably dressed. “If Jamaica had a royal family, they would be it,” thought Irish as she smiled and bowed to them.
“You may rise, Irish. Where is Twilight?” No sooner had the words left his lips than Twilight came through the kitchen door carrying a fresh pot of coffee. “Twilight, would you please come here after you serve the coffee. Coffee is the most important thing, you know,” he joked.
Twilight made the rounds as quickly as possible, set down her carafe and bowed before the Ramirez. Mrs. Ramirez said, “Rise, Twilight” and then kissed her full on the lips. She glanced over at Irish who had started to pout and walked over and kissed her too. Irish almost swooned to think that this Jamaican goddess had seen fit to even touch her. Twilight giggled. “My husband has something for you both to remember us by.”
“Yesterday I called my leather crafter and had him make something special for each of you. He gave them to my pilot to bring this morning when he came to pick us up. Twilight, this one is for you, my child, and Irish, this one is yours,” said Mr. Ramirez handed each of them a long, thin velvet covered box with the Green Mountain logo on it.
Twilight opened hers first to find a hand-crafted riding crop the likes of which she had never seen. The handle was covered in a lattice of the finest leather with a bronze ring on the end. Attached to the ring was a little charm which upon closer inspection turned out to be a beautiful, bronze lily. The shaft was coated in glossy, black latex and the flicker was black leather with the Green Mountain logo embossed in it.
“We know how you love latex, Twilight,” he said with a smile.
Irish gingerly open hers and her eyes got as big as saucers when she saw it and she squealed with joy. Her handle was wrapped with a lattice work made up of red and black leather strips that created a beautiful, alternating-diamond pattern that matched her corset. The end had the same bronze ring and charm and the staff was coated in shiny black latex like Twilight’s but her flicker was bright red with the logo on it.
“Lily hasn’t been able to stop talking about how beautiful you look in your elegant corset since the first time she saw you. We felt it was only appropriate that you had a crop to match.”
Irish blushed almost as red as her hair. She took her crop out of the box and handed it to Lily and then turned slightly and stuck out her butt.
“Oh, how sweet of you dear, to give me the honor of the first swat,” she said with a smile and gave Irish a quick swat. Irish turned around grinning and bowed deeply. “Come here, both of you,” she said and showered them with hugs and kisses.
“Lily, James says we have to go now. He just received clearance for our flight plan from Las Vegas Air Traffic Control. Twilight, Irish, we would love to have the two of you come to Jamaica and play with Bronze Lily some time. We have a beautiful stable and we even have real horses. Twilight, I will talk to your father and maybe you both can come when you are on semester break. I can send James to pick you up. Bye for now,” he concluded as he followed James and Lily out the door.
Irish was shaken out of her daze by Twilight’s crop on her butt. She squealed meekly and dashed for the kitchen with Twilight in hot pursuit much to the delight of all the diners.
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After breakfast, Mistress Cyndi informed Twilight and Irish that they were to help Master Tom, Lilith and Ella break down the special event set-ups. This meant taking down the banners, emptying the trash cans, and pulling a wagon while Lilith and Ella repositioned all of the obstacles and gates in their proper corrals for a normal week of training activities.
“Irish, since Twilight seems to have adopted you, you are one of us now. Although you are nowhere near fully trained as a ponygirl, you may come and go freely about the grounds without being on a leash. I still expect you to perform all of the tasks assigned without question and with proper pony decorum. I know Christine still wants you to get more human interest stories while you are here so every accommodation will be made to allow you time to do so but the needs of the ranch come first. Now get going you two.”
The girls dashed off to put their new crops away and get their ponyboots on. When they reached the main corral, Master Tom was busy with his power drill disassembling the temporary judges’ stand while Lilith and Ella were loading the wagon.
“Let me hook you to the wagon, Irish,” said Twilight. Finishing her task, Twilight walked around to the other side and waved to Mistress Lilith that they were ready.
Lilith and Ella carried the gate over and put it on the wagon. Ella jumped up on the back of the wagon to tie the load down while Lilith walked to the front to hook up Twilight. Twilight threw her arms around her neck, gave her a big kiss and said, “I love you, Mom,” then grabbed the tow bar so she could be hooked on.
Lilith gave her a quick swat on the rump and Twilight giggled. “Now Twilight dear, just because the weekend is over doesn’t give you any special liberties. We still have over 50 guests here all week and you must both play your roles properly. I expect you two to set the example.”
“Yes, Mommy Dearest,” giggled Irish which earned her two quick swats, “I love you too, Mistress Lilith.” Twilight tried to stifle a laugh at Irish’s moxy and then she lost it and they all burst out laughing.
“I’ll get the gate,” said Ella as she jumped off the wagon and walked on ahead. Lilith shook the reins and the girls stepped off in perfect pony fashion, head held high, chest out and knees up. They moved steadily along and within an hour all of the obstacles and gates were back in their proper corrals. Upon returning to the main corral they found that Master Tom and finished taking down the stand, table and chairs and was waiting for them. Mistress Cyndi had brought down bottles of water for everyone and Tom passed them out. Ella helped Twilight and Irish drink as they were still hooked to the wagon.
“Okay, let’s get this stuff loaded and back to the equipment barn where it belongs,” said Master Tom and everyone knew break was officially over. They finished stowing the staging and wagon just as the UPS truck came through the gate.
“Mistress Ella, it’s almost time for your sulky driving class this morning. Why don’t you go ahead? Twilight can help me with the packages. You should use Irish Rose for your demonstration since she is here.”
“Thank you, Mistress Lilith. I’ll have to get her bit and converter though otherwise she’ll be telling everybody she loves them,” Ella teased looking right at Irish. Irish mouthed the words, “I love you” and scampered off towards her stall with Ella swatting at her rump all the way.
Mistress Ella and Irish worked like a well-oiled machine together. Ella taught not only the fundamental commands but some of the more subtle techniques that separate the novices from the ‘Best in Show’. Irish once again glided effortlessly through the obstacles blindfolded and whinnied happily at every new challenge. The class was thrilled with what they had learned and applauded their appreciation. Mistress Ella encouraged them to practice what they had learned after lunch but not for more than an hour as the temperature was close to 90o again. She thanked them all for attending while she unhitched Irish from the sulky and then said, “Let’s eat.”

Chapter 14: The Welcome Wagon

Lunch as usual was served picnic-style on the lawn. Mistress Ella and Irish were just finishing their salads when the main gate creaked and squeaked as it rolled open to let the prison bus in. The bus ran quietly along the back of the parking lot and down behind the equipment barn to the consignment pony stables so as not to attract the attention of the regular ranch guests. Actually, if you didn’t know it was from the Chowchilla Correctional Facility, you couldn’t tell as the Lloyd’s Farm Equipment Rental paint scheme wouldn’t seem the least bit out of place.
“We have to go help Mistress Lilith and Master Don with the newbies, Irish. Even though you can’t report on any of this, I’m sure you will find it fascinating. If we hurry we can listen to the orientation lecture that Master Don gives each new group.” Having finished lunch, they cleared the table and headed to the other end of the canyon.
The inmates had all exited the bus and were lined up with Officer Marie Brennan, the bus driver, and Officer Patricia Hunter, literally riding ‘shotgun’ on the bus, at opposite ends of the line. Master Don was just beginning his talk when Ella and Irish showed up and took their place in the back.
“Welcome ladies to your home for the next few days. I know each of you have been counseled extensively about this opportunity you have been offered and I personally believe it is the wisest decision you could be making under the circumstances. Saturday as you know, you will be auctioned off as ponygirls to the highest bidder. We cannot predict what your new owner may have in mind; some may be used for racing, or for working, or for show or as sex toys. What we can assure you is that you will not be abused. Early in the program, there were a couple of unfortunate incidents and we had to recover the ponies and ban the abusers from ever bidding again. Each of our bidders are carefully screened and understand the consequences if they don’t abide by the rules. This does not mean that you will not be disciplined from time to time but the bond that develops between a Master and his ponygirl over time insures her proper care.” Master Don paused and Mistress Lilith stepped forward.
“Ladies, and that’s the last time you will ever hear that word, today you start earning the title of ponygirl. Each day you will receive introductory training in one of the four ponygirl disciplines. In addition, you will have classes on personal grooming, health, hygiene, pony etiquette, postures and paces. You will learn how to please and how to derive pleasure from being a ponygirl, even how to enjoy discipline. Let me illustrate. Irish Rose, come here please and assume the position.”
Irish giggled and trotted to the front of the room, dropped her bikini bottoms and bent over grabbing the rail along the front of the stalls.
Lilith unhooked her single-tail from her belt and there was an audible gasp from the inmates as they looked on in disbelief. “Irish, please count out loud for me.”
“Yes, Mistress Lilith” The whip swished through the air……FIRE! Irish’s butt felt that same familiar burning sensation she had felt when Twilight had whipped her and yet….breathe, let it out….”One, Mistress.” The second one followed almost immediately and Irish could feel herself getting wet between her thighs… ’Two, Mistress.” Snick, Snick…three and four were just that quick.
“Okay that’s enough for now, Irish,” teased Lilith.
“No, please don’t stop now…I’m so close,” pleaded Irish.
“Well, okay since you asked so nicely.”
Snick, Snick, Snick…five, six, seven then Lilith ran her finger nails over Irish’s striped bottom sending her to a shuddering climax…..not quite completely into subspace but Irish was floating for a moment, none the less. Regaining her composure, she pulled up her panties, kissed Lilith long on her whip hand and returned to the back next to Mistress Ella, amidst an outburst of applause, whistles and cat-calls
“Thank you, Irish Rose. It’s time to begin,” said Master Don, “Officers, if you would please remove the shackles and handcuffs so we can get started. Ponies, as soon as your chains are off, please remove all of your clothes and put them in the boxes at your feet. Hurry, we have a lot to do today. The more time we have for training, the better you will appear on Saturday and the more money you will earn for your families. The lowest bid we have had to date, still earned the family $125,000.”
At that announcement, the pace at which the trainees were moving increased dramatically and in no time they were all standing naked. The guards opened the luggage bay on the bus and Ella and Irish helped them stow the boxes to go back to Chowchilla while Master Don and Lilith assigned each trainee to a stall. Upon their return to the stable, Lilith assigned Ella and Twilight to help the inmates get into their harnesses. Don and Lilith began the task of locking neoprene-lined, steel collars around each neck and after inquiring as to their shoe size, properly fitted their bridles and bits to stop the idle chatter.
The delivery truck had dropped off the new ponyboots just in the nick of time and the sizes matched perfectly the list the ranch had received from the prison. It took the four of them just under a half-hour to get all sixteen women fitted with their boots but it took longer before all of them could walk up and down the corridor without stumbling or holding onto the railing.
Master Don had them all line up again and explained that while they were in their stalls they would have free use of their hands to do their homework, to shower or whatever they needed but they could only move as far as their chain above their beds would allow. “This,” he explained, “is not to prevent escape, as the canyon walls, the security gate and the Mohave Desert do a fine job of that. The chain is to keep you from harming each other, either out of revenge, anger or envy. When you are out of your stall, you will not be allowed the use of your hands for exactly the same reason, to protect you from each other. You will wear one of these arm sleeves. Come here, Irish Rose, I want you to show them how this goes on. Mistress Cyndi told me she showed you already.”
“Is nothing a secret around here,” wondered Irish as she approached the front of the room again. Turning around, she folded her arms behind her back and grabbed her elbows, allowing Lilith to slide the sleeve on and fasten the straps. She wiggled a bit and shook her tits but he straps weren’t sliding off and she was obviously stuck until someone let her out.
“Are you comfortable, Irish?”
“Yes, Mistress Lilith, but I’m not getting out without your help, am I?”
“No, you’re not and as much as I’d like to keep you like this for an evening, I need you to help get the others into their sleeves so out you go now,” and she quickly undid the straps and slid Irish out.
It took another forty minutes to get all the ponies into their sleeves and used to walking around without being able to swing their arms for balance. Mistress Lilith spoke up again. “I notice that some of you already have a number of piercings, some of which can stay but some will have to go for now. Everyone will still have to get nipple rings and a nose ring which is the next activity for this afternoon after which you will be allowed to freshen up and rest before dinner. Tonight you will have a brief lesson on poses and etiquette and be shown how to take care of your tack. Mistress Ella and Irish Rose will escort you, two at a time to the infirmary where a registered nurse will fit you with your rings. In the meantime, the rest of you can mill around the corral and try to acclimate yourselves to the heat. There are water misters if you are feeling too hot and dripping hoses if you need a sip of water. I am now going to assign each of you a number while you are here. Your new owner and you will have to decide upon your pony name later.”
Lilith began attaching bright yellow number tags on the front of their collars as Ella and Irish led # 1 and 2 down the canyon to the infirmary. The entire process including walking back and forth took only twenty minutes per pair so in just under three hours they were done.
Cyndi had just finished #16 when she turned to Irish and said, “Well?”
“Well, what?” replied Irish knowing full well what the unasked question was. How could she not know? She had been dwelling on it all afternoon. Did she dare was the real question.
“You know, don’t you. You’re just scared. All these others did it and none of them died. It would make Twilight very happy.”
“That’s not fair. You know I would do anything for her……..okay, I guess….I do love my nipple rings so what’s one more……but you have to do it like Twilight’s with a grommet not just a simple piercing.”
“All right but take these ponies back to their stable and come back. That will give me time to set up everything I need. You may as well swing by your stall and change your boots while you’re at it. You and Twilight have dining room duty again tonight. You know the rules.”
“Yes, no ponyboots in the lodge but how come we can wear them in the infirmary?”
“Can you say ‘linoleum’?” quipped Cyndi. “Duh?!”
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Twenty minutes later, Irish opened the door of the infirmary to be confronted by the sight of Mistress Cyndi and Mistress Lilith talking together. “Come in, dear. Mistress Lilith had to come up to get the dinner wagon for the inmates anyways so I asked her to assist me so she can see how this is done. This is not a standard procedure around here but there is nothing to worry about. Hop up on the table dear and we will get you ready.”
As soon as she lay back Lilith and Cyndi began flipping straps across Irish’s body and tying them down, completely surprising and immobilizing her. Mistress Cyndi took an anesthetic swap and rubbed both sides of Irish’s septum with it. “Close your eyes, dear; you will just feel a slight prick in each side of your nose.”
As advertized, it was only a slight prick and Irish wonder why she had to close her eyes until she opened them and saw the length of the syringe that Cyndi had used. “It’s better not to see it coming, don’t you agree?”
Irish nodded, “Yes,” and cringed a little.
“Now there is one other thing, Irish. Twilight is a bit of what we call a ‘pain slut’. She truly gets off on it. I can’t bring myself to put you through that, so please forgive me……..” On Cyndi’s cue, Lilith jumped into action and shoved a chloroform-soaked gauze over Irish’s mouth and nose. Irish’s eyes almost bugged out of her head and she struggled fiercely trying to get her face away from the rag or herself off the table to no avail whatsoever and everything slowly faded to black.
Forty-five minutes had passed unbeknownst to Irish as she slowly opened her eyes. She was no longer strapped to the table but lying on a bed in the back of the infirmary with an ice pack on her forehead. Twilight was sitting by her side gently rubbing her hand as Mistress Cyndi was closing up the infirmary for the night. She tried to sit up and Twilight gently pushed her back down and said, “Not so fast, sleeping beauty. If you get up too quickly, it can make you nauseous and we don’t want a mess on the floor. Roll onto your left side and I’ll help you sit up.”
Groggily Irish managed to sit up with Twilight’s help and Cyndi handed her an oxygen mask and told her to breathe deeply a few times to clear the cobwebs away. In a couple of minutes, she was her old self again and Twilight handed her a mirror. She stared in amazement at the new ring in her nose. It matched her nipple rings perfectly. She got a big grin on her face and exclaimed, “It’s beautiful. I love it. Thank you, Mistress Cyndi, even if you did scare me half to death with that chloroform.”
“I had to do it, dear. I couldn’t bear seeing the pain a piercing that size would cause you and you probably would have passed out anyways.”
“Wuss!” said Twilight with a smirk.
“Now, Irish there is some good news and bad news as always. The good news is that you don’t have to fuss with this ring to prevent the skin from attaching itself like your others; your skin will heal around the grommet not the ring. The bad news is no alcohol tonight as it could cause vomiting so you will have to take these pain killers if your nose starts to throb. The Novocain won’t wear off for at least four more hours so by then the trauma to your septum may have already dissipated enough so that it won’t bother you. Everyone is different. Now off to the kitchen with you both, the chef is waiting.”
“Thank you, Mistress Cyndi,” said Irish then turning her attention to Twilight, “Wuss? I’ll show you who the wuss is.” Twilight made a mad dash for the safety of the kitchen with Irish in hot pursuit as Cyndi just shook her head and laughed.
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With all of their evening chores done, Twilight suggested that they go to the sauna and pool to unwind. “Besides,” she said, “there are usually others there and maybe you can get in an interview since there wasn’t any time today. We don’t want to let Christine down, do we? I’ll meet you there in fifteen minutes, just be sure to wear your bikini bottoms unless you want all the guys hitting on you.”
Irish stepped into the sauna to find Twilight was already there with Ella and Lilith. This was the first time Irish had seen Mistress Ella without her ten-gallon hat and her long, blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders to half cover her perfect breasts. The three of them had been there just long enough that their bodies glistened with sweat and Irish unconsciously fingered her clit at the sight of these three beauties.
“Why, Irish dear, do you see something you like?” teased Lilith. “Why don’t you come over here and lay your head in my lap so we can get to know you better?” For a 44-year old mother of two, Lilith was one hot mamma when she wasn’t dressed in her stern Mistress attire and Irish readily accepted the offer. “Girls, why don’t you show Irish how we share everything around here.”
You didn’t have to ask them twice as Ella quickly straddled Irish’s stomach and began fondling her breasts and licking her face. It turns out that long tongues run in the family as Irish found out when Ella kissed her full on the lips and she almost gagged as Ella’s tongue tickled the back of her throat. She wrapped her arms around Ella and slid her hands down her slippery, sweaty back until she could grab hold of her butt and pull. Ella rose up to her knees from crouching on Irish and Irish took that opportunity to slide down the bench until her face was directly under Ella. She looked up and said, “A ponygirl’s job is to please her mistress. May I please you, Mistress Ella?”
“You may please all of us, Irish Rose,” replied Lilith as she knelt facing Ella then put her hands on Ella’s shoulders to maintain her balance on the narrow bench. Irish took to her task in earnest, first a little Ella then a little Lilith. Back and forth, when suddenly she felt Twilight climb between her legs, grab two handfuls of tits and start diving in. Irish increase both her pace and intensity due to the extra stimulation she was receiving and in short order Lilith exploded. Fortunately, she wasn’t a squirter or Irish would have drowned. She slid back on the bench, bent down and gave Irish a big, upside down kiss on the forehead. Twilight stopped as suddenly as she had started and moved up to take her mother’s place directly above Irish. Irish lifted her head and began again. Ella embraced Twilight and licked her tongue and then half swallowed it as Irish’s licking and sucking drove her to orgasmic bliss. She squirted a little and most of it went all over Irish’s face rather than in her mouth. Both Twilight and Ella slid back a little so they could each lick Irish’s face clean and then Ella said, “Come on, Mom, let’s take a dip in the pool so these two can finish what they started.”
No sooner had the door closed behind them than Twilight sprawled out on top of Irish and slid down her stomach to begin again and Irish did the same. Ten minutes later they emerged from the sauna walking hand in hand with that glazed over, happy expression on their faces.
“Girls,” said Lilith, “you might want to put your bikinis back on. We’re not alone.”
The girls snapped out of their haze and giggled as they quickly slipped them on and jumped into the pool. A young couple sitting on the edge of the pool, had watched the girls come out, then looked at each other and walked quickly into the sauna, ditching their swimsuits along the way.
“Now look what you two have started,” said Ella and they all had a good laugh.

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Chapter 15: How Can I Thank You?

The days were flying by and Irish was cherishing every moment of them. Tuesday she got to be a model for the various Show Pony attire as Mistress Ella and Twilight demonstrated the various gaits, poses and postures that competitions were judged on. Wednesday she was put in a Work Pony harness and arm binder and used by Mistress Lilith to show the consignment ponies how to pull a plow or a wagon. Both afternoons she was allowed time to shoot more video footage and conduct interviews which was very fortunate as Christine called Wednesday at dinner time.
“Hi Sis,” answered Cyndi her cell phone, “What’s up?”
“Hi Cyndi, is Irish….I mean Lindsay around? I need to talk to her.”
“Irish, could you please put the coffee down and talk to Christine a minute?”
“Yes, Mistress Cyndi”……Hello? Christine?”
“Lindsay”
“I’m sorry there’s no one here by that name.”
“Okay, okay, you got me, Irish Rose. You are not going to believe what is going on. I need any footage or interview copy that you’ve gotten so far right away. Give it all to Cyndi and have her post them to the secure section of their website and I’ll down load it from there. Just tell her to call me and let me know when it has all been uploaded. I’ll tell you all about it on Saturday when I come to pick you and Twilight up. Gotta go. Bye.”
Irish handed the dead phone back to Mistress Cyndi and told her what Christine had asked for. She wondered, “What could be going on now?” Retrieving her carafe from the buffet table, she finished topping off everyone’s coffee then dashed off to her stall to assemble all of her notes and grab the camera. She returned to the lodge just as everyone was finishing their dessert and handed it all over to Cyndi who headed straight for the office. Irish and Twilight finished up helping the kitchen staff and headed towards the stables.
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Cyndi arrived at the stables for their usual morning run as Twilight and Irish were just waking up. “You know you can sleep in your room in the lodge, Irish, you don’t have to sleep out here.”
“I know Mistress but I have found a home here. I have received more love and caring here in the last five days than anywhere I have ever lived. My older brother was the only one in our family who ever paid any attention to me. Here everyone has been looking out for my well-being and accepted me for just me. I feel safe and loved chained here every night. This is where I truly belong.”
Mistress Cyndi was choked up with emotion and she threw her arms around Irish Rose and hugged her and kissed her.
Twilight said, “Can I get in on this?” and it immediately turned into a group hug.
Mistress Cyndi finally composed herself and said, “If Tom and I ever have children, I hope they grow up to be just like you two, now let’s go running.”
“You must have me confused with my sister, Ella the Derby winner,” smirked Twilight, “I’m the Show Pony of the family. If I could run, I’d be at Churchill Downs.”
Irish giggled and slipped into her sweats and sneakers, kissed Twilight and headed out the door behind Cyndi. They ran at a steady pace and in a few minutes had made it to their turn around point by the first of the consignment pony corrals. Irish turned to Cyndi and asked, “What do you suppose has Christine so excited?”
“I’m not sure, dear, but we have already gotten a couple of phone calls and the piece only aired Tuesday night. It must have made some kind of an impression. I guess we will just have to wait until Saturday to get the story ‘straight from the horse’s mouth’ so to speak.”
They picked up the pace for the final half mile and Irish asked, “Christine said she was coming to pick up Twilight as well on Saturday. I thought she had to go back to college on Sunday, doesn’t she?”
“Christine knows that Twilight hates goodbyes and so after the auction on Saturday, she has offered to drive her back to college and save Don and Lilith the trip. Sunday morning, you and Christine can help Twilight get settled in her apartment and maybe take a tour of the campus before you head back to Bakersfield. That way the two of you can spend a little more time together.”
“Wow, that’s very nice of Christine to offer to do that. I hate to admit it but I wouldn’t have expected that of her. She seems so driven, so competitive.”
“Don’t let the tough exterior she puts on fool you. In the male-dominated, media business, she can be a real tigress but when it comes to family and friends, she is a pussycat. We’re back…see you at breakfast.”
Irish quickly showered and then she and Twilight helped each other get their corsets on and they headed for the kitchen. When their kitchen duties were done, Master Tom asked Irish if she would like to sit in on his leather working class that morning. She readily accepted since Twilight had been assigned to help Mistress Lilith with the consignment ponies for the whole day.
Master Tom’s class for the morning was on how to make your own floggers. Everyone got miniature strips of leather and a piece of doweling no bigger than your pinky. While Tom showed everyone the proper steps has he made a new full-sized flogger, everyone followed along and ended up with a mini-flogger that had a ring for keys attached to the handle. “Okay, good job, now let’s see you make a real one.” Master Tom walked around the room handing out bags full of leather strips, brass tacks, and a eight-inch piece of one-inch diameter doweling. “If you have any questions or difficulties, please call out as I will be helping Irish Rose with a slightly more complicated project over here.” Turning to Irish he said, “Master Ramirez gave me a great idea when he had those special crops made for you and Twilight, especially yours with the ornate red and black diamond design. Mistress Cyndi and I wanted to show you how much we appreciate your helping around the ranch this week with everything going on and how special you are to us personally.” With that he dumped a bundle of shiny red and black leather strips on her workbench space and said, “Let’s get busy; all of the cross-weaving we have to do is going to take time.”
Most of the class had finished with their project and were trying out their floggers on each other as Master Tom and Irish put the finishing touches on hers. “How many of you saw Twilight Girl’s flogging demonstration on Saturday in the vendor’s tent?” Only three hands out of the twenty-two people in attendance went up so Master Tom offered to stay after class a few minutes and give some pointers if anyone was interested. “Class Dismissed.”
No one budged; they just all looked on in eager anticipation. “I guess I’m going to need a volunteer then.” Irish rushed to his side with her beautiful flogger in her outstretched arms before anyone could even raise their hands. “Does anyone think that maybe she likes being flogged.” Everyone laughed.
“Okay, stand over here Irish and put your arms up.” Master Tom proceeded to lower two chains from the ceiling and hooked them to her wrist cuffs. He used twelve-inch long chains to hook her ankle cuffs to two rings set in the floor about eighteen inches apart and then started the electric winch. He stopped only when Irish was tightly suspended, spread-eagled in mid-air six inches off the floor.
Irish was in heaven as Tom showed his methods and talked about how to avoid carpel tunnel problems by minimizing wrist action whenever possible. He talked about sensation play in general and how important it was to vary between caressing and pummeling, from back to front, stimulating every nerve ending. She was floating on air both literally and figuratively as he talked about aftercare and the importance of a good lotion to help heal any tiny abrasions to the skin. And then it happened…..flick,flick,flick,Flick,Flick,FLICK,FLICK, he was hitting her clit, faster and harder with each quick flip of the flogger. Fifteen seconds was all it took and her whole body convulsed against the chains violently. She let out the deepest, heaviest, longest moan any of them had ever heard. It made them all want to skip lunch and go straight to their rooms and shut the door. If the truth were known, at least half of them had unconsciously touched themselves. Everyone applauded and Master Tom asked one of the masters in the front row to help hold Irish up when he released the chains. His wife grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back down and then she got up to help. He shrugged his shoulders sheepishly and everyone laughed. Master Tom set a chair behind them and handed the woman a tube of lotion. The woman sat down cuddling Irish as she settled into her lap still lost in subspace. As they sat, Tom invited others to come up and see that there were no cuts or bruises and observe how the dry, irritated skin soaked up the Aloe lotion the woman was applying as they sat.
It only took seven minutes for Irish’s return flight to reality this time and she hugged and kissed this wonderful stranger who brought a lap just for her to sit on. Then she stood up on slightly wobbly legs and said, “Thank you, Master Tom.”
“You’re welcome, Irish,” said Master Tom. The lunch bell sounded and Master Tom boomed, “Class really dismissed this time,” and everyone filed out. Irish rushed to her stall to put her new flogger away and headed up to the lodge for lunch.
Interviews and filming consumed the rest of Thursday and after she and Twilight finished their dinner duties Twilight excused herself as her dad wanted to talk to her, promising to be back long before lights out.
Irish knew what she wanted to do and headed straight for the infirmary. When she arrived, there was no one there. Just as she turned around to leave, Mistress Cyndi came from the direction of the office and asked, “Are you okay, dear? I saw you as you walked past the office so I came right away.”
“No, I feel terrible. I can’t see…….”
“You can’t see?”
“I can’t see how I am ever going to be able to thank you for everything you’ve done for me except maybe this way…” and Irish pulled Cyndi to her and planted a big, long one on her lips. She stopped for a moment and they got lost in each other’s eyes then kissed again. “Do you think we could use that bed in the back for something other than your chloroform victims?”
“I don’t see why not,” answered Cyndi and she took Irish’s hand and they headed for the back.
Later when Twilight made it back to stall #3, Irish was already done cleaning her tack. “How did you get your corset off already?”
“Oh, Mistress Cyndi helped me get it off,” Irish smirked, “Would you like me to help you get out of yours?”
“I thought you’d never ask, you sweet talking temptress you.”
To quote the Bard himself, “The rest is silence” Hamlet: Act V scene V (except for some giggles and occasional moans.)

Chapter 16: Going Once……..Going Twice………Sold!

Friday brought a minor disappointment as Mistress Cyndi never showed up for their morning run but then again it did give Irish another twenty minutes to snuggle with Twilight before they had to head for the kitchen. They shared the shower stall, brushed out each other’s hair and laced up and buckled each other’s corsets. They were about to leave when Twilight quickly turned around and went back in the bathroom. She came out with her nose ring in her hand and dropped it in the anti-bacterial solution bowl on the table. “No nose rings on Fridays,” she said, “We don’t want to freak out the newbies. We have greeters’ duty today.”
At breakfast, Cyndi apologized profusely to Irish for not making it down to the stables for their daily run. It seems the phone had been ringing constantly as calls were coming in from all over the world. Sometime Wednesday, or maybe even later Tuesday night after the video aired, someone had put it up on youtube.com and it had gone viral with four million views by midnight Wednesday and an additional 12 million hits by noon on Thursday.
“We are now booked solid for the rest of this year and most of next year,” Cyndi explained. “We are going to have to add another wing to the lodge if this continues. Fortunately, Tom and Don planned ahead when we started this place and four extra quads of stalls can be added to each stable without major expenses or delays. There is more to tell but Christine wants to tell you in person.”
The rest of Friday was as hectic as Mistress Cyndi had warned it was going to be. Irish and Twilight helped check people out and load their cars and minutes later were checking new people in and carrying their bags to their rooms. They barely had time to even eat so they switched off to cover for each other while the other one grab a bite or used the bathroom. By nine o’clock, they were both so tired that they just managed enough energy to shower quickly before dropping off to sleep.
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Mistress Cyndi had to shake Irish to wake her for their morning run Saturday, auction day! Irish carefully climbed out of bed so as not to disturb Twilight and Cyndi carefully set Irish’s chain down after unhooking her. “I thought you might need this, this morning, dear.”
“Oh, Green Mountain coffee. Cyndi, you are a saint,” replied Irish as she took the cup from her hand and then gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
Cyndi took the cup back and set both of them on the table. She pulled Irish close and kissed her passionately as Irish embraced her back and returned the kiss. Twilight rolled over and said, “Would you two lovebirds get a room, I’m trying to sleep here.” Irish and Cyndi piled onto the bed and began kissing Twilight and pinching and tickling her all over as she giggled helpless to stop the onslaught. “Okay, okay, I’m awake already; go have your run, you fitness addicts.”
Cyndi and Irish picked up their coffees and headed for the grandstands.
“May I ask you a question, Mistress?”
“Of course, Irish, what is it?
“What is Twilight Girl’s real name?”
“Twilight G. Shane.”
“You’re kidding right. They didn’t really name her that did they?”
“No, actually when she won the Novice Show Ponygirl competition when she was sixteen, she asked her parents if she could change her name and they agreed. Doesn’t it just suit her perfectly?”
“Yes, it does. The way her golden hair just glistens, it glows like the sunset over the Pacific.”
“Irish loves Twilight…..Irish loves Twilight,” teased Cyndi in a sing-songy sort of voice and then took off running before Irish could punch her in the arm.
The last quarter mile the two slowed to a walk and Cyndi said, “My niece loves you too, you know but she doesn’t have a jealous bone in her body. I don’t think anyone here does. We all learned a long time ago that true love means doing what is best for the other person regardless of the cost to ourselves. You know, maybe that’s the real ‘human interest’ element that is behind the Pampered Pony Ranch, doing for others. Think about it. See you at breakfast. Love ya, pretty filly.”
Irish blushed and blew her a kiss as Cyndi walked up the lawn towards the lodge.
“Twilight, Irish,” called Master Tom as they were getting up from the breakfast table, “I want you both to help Mistress Lilith get the ponies ready for the auction later this morning after you have finished your kitchen duties. Make sure their make-up and hair are done properly and render any other help she may need. Master Don and I will be checking in the bidders and seeing to any last minute arrangements and Mistress Cyndi will be minding the office phones and warming up her voice to conduct the auction.
“I knew she talked too fast a times,” thought Irish Rose, “now I know why.”
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Mistress Lilith was like a pageant mom just before her daughter was to step in front of the paparazzi for the first time. She had put everything into trying to get these ponygirls…..yes, they deserved to be called ponygirls now…..ready for their new lease on life. She truly hoped the best for all of them regardless of their pasts and knew that their decision to take this step would benefit others for years to come.
Twilight started touching up make-up where needed while Irish brushed out their hair and fitted their bridles and bits. Lilith started down the line unlocking the steel collars they had worn all week and giving each pony a new, patent leather posture collar. Irish helped them buckle them on and then stood back to take in their newly transformed appearance as proud, proper ponygirls.
The moment had arrived. “Listen up, ponies, this is your last chance to back out of the program. Officers Brennan and Hunter will gladly put you back on the bus in chains and take you back to Chowchilla. I see they have already returned.” To date there had only been six takers in the six years of the program with Chowchilla and today there were none. Lilith continued and called out the numbers…one…four…five…nine…and sixteen, please step forward.”
The first group was made up of the girls who were only serving five-year sentences but had opted into the program. Lilith walked down the line and clipped a light-weight, chromed chain between each of their collars then attached her leash to the ponygirl in the front. “Walk proudly, my pretty ponies, you have all come a long way.” She led them naked except for their ponyboots, bridles and collars out the back door of the stable onto the adjoining private stage. As the girls entered, the bidders all applauded and maybe for the first time in their lives some of them felt a sense of self-worth.
Cyndi picked up the microphone and began, “Our first group today, as most of you are aware if you’ve had time to check the brochure, is for three-year contracts. The Justice Department has taken into account their willingness to reform and their time already served and has reduced their sentences accordingly.”
This was the first that the ponygirls had heard this good news and they jumped up and down and hugged each other excitedly as Lilith unclipped the first ponygirl from the line.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, what am I offered for this proud beauty? Let’s start the bidding at two hundred thousand…….who’ll give me two…I’ve got two….can I get two and half…..two and half……who’ll make it three…” The girls got more and more excited as the bidding went on and then…..”all through….all done…six hundred and seventy thousand going once……going twice……sold to bidder #58. Remember you each have to pick up your ponies within the next twenty-four hours. Next pony, if you please Mistress Lilith.”
Within a matter of twenty-five minutes, the first group was finished with bidder #58 having claimed two ponies to add to his stable. Lilith led #9 back to her stall to wait as her new Mistress wanted to bid on other ponies as well.
“Okay, numbers…two, three, seven, eight, eleven, twelve and fourteen, please step forward. These ponies were serving out ten-year sentences as second-time offenders and they each new in their hearts if they didn’t radically change their ways eventually they’d be third-timers. This had to be the ‘last train out’ for them or die trying. None of them wanted any more prison life. Mistress Lilith hooked them up and led them out.
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Z-z-z-z-z-t! Officer Hunter slumped quietly to the ground in back of the quad of stalls completely unnoticed by anyone on the other side of the room. Brennan’s taser had done its job well, now if only the rest of their plan went as smoothly. Number fifteen slipped around the back of the quad and hurried to pull of Hunter’s blouse so Brennan who had already gagged her could handcuff and shackle her. In no time, #15, aka Liz McCreedy, was dressed in Officer Hunter’s uniform while Hunter was slumped in the corner of the stall in chains. “Quick, put this wig on while I go get our next little helper,” said Brennan.
Officer Brennan walked around to the front of the quads and whispered something to Twilight. Twilight turned to Irish and said, “I’ll be right back,” then followed Brennan around the back where McCreedy shoved a ball gag in her mouth quicker than she could blink and fastened the straps. Within seconds, she was chained up on the floor next to the now awake Officer Hunter. McCreedy put one hand on her holster and one finger to her lips to suggest that they remain very quiet.
Brennan walked around to the front again and said to Irish, “Twilight needs help with something. Do you have a minute?”
“Sure. Anything for Twilight.”
“I knew we could count on you. Follow me.”
Irish’s jaw dropped when she saw the two women shackled and gagged in the corner of the stall and McCreedy was quick to give her the same Sh-h-h-h signal. Brennan said, “If you want your little friend to remain healthy you will strip right now.”
Irish trembled as she began to take off her wrist and ankle cuffs. Brennan began to unbuckle and unlace Irish’s corset and she whispered to her, “Relax, honey, we don’t want to hurt anyone, we just want you to buy us a little time. If everything goes okay, you and your friend will be reunited soon enough. Now lose the bikini bottoms…..whoa! That’s quite a tattoo. It’s a good thing I brought a make-up kit.”
When Brennan told her to take off her collar, Irish almost broke down and cried. McCreedy handed her a plain, patent leather one and she put it on while Brennan used “clown white” paste and flesh-colored powder to cover up Irish’s tattoo. It barely looked like a slight bruise when she was done. They put a bridle and bit on Irish and Brennan said, “Now we wait. Sit down over by your friend and be quiet.”
Officer Brennan had alternated between bus driver and “shotgun” with Officer Hunter on almost all of the Chowchilla runs to the ranch and had been around long enough to know who all the players were. She knew how long an auction segment would typically run based on the number of ponies and she only had to wait ten minutes after securing her hostages before Mistress Lilith came through the stage door to get the last of the ponies.
“Mistress Lilith could you please look at this for me?”
“Certainly, Officer Brennan, what is it?” Brennan opened the stall door to reveal the scene. “What do you think you are doing?”
“Well, mom….yes, I know Twilight over there is your daughter,…you are going to buy some time for Liz and I to get away. Twilight’s friend here has almost the same color hair as Liz and so she is going to have to take her place in the auction. When Liz signed the papers for the program, she designated me, under a different name of course, as the family beneficiary for the foundation awards. You are going to sell her friend while Liz and I drive out of here with these other two for safe keeping. When I see the money has been deposited in my account, I will call you and tell you where you can pick them up. Are we clear?”
“I can’t sell Irish Rose. By the time the banks open on Monday, she will be gone and we may never be able to get her back.”
McCreedy grabbed Twilight and put a knife blade against her cheek and said, “How about a little scar to help you decide?”
Irish jumped to her feet trying to cry out, “No-o-o! No-o-o!” around her bit, “Thell me-e! Thell me-e-e!”
“See, now there’s a sensible ponygirl. She doesn’t want any harm to come to her friend. Now hurry up and get the rest of them out on the stage before anyone wonders what is taking so long. As for you, little pony, you’d better look happy and fetch a nice high price. My friend and I want to live comfortably the rest of our days.” Having finished, Brennan pushed Irish into Lilith’s arms and waved them away with her gun.
Mistress Lilith quickly linked the four remaining ponygirls together with Irish as the last in line and led them out the door. Mistress Cyndi was stunned to see Irish in the line and Lilith shook her head slightly to indicate not to say anything. Lilith walked over and whispered something in Cyndi’s ear and then unhooked the first pony as Cyndi began again.
“Ladies and gentlemen, these are the last four ponygirls for today’s auction. As ‘three-time losers, these ponies are serving life sentences. It is your responsibility to see that they serve at least twenty years of those sentences. If one of them should escape, you will be banned from all future auctions as you have agreed. So, who will start the bidding for the services of this lovely ponygirl…….who will give me three hundred thousand…I see hands all over …lady in the red hat I think you were first…..how about four….I’ve got four…..”
As Cindy rattled on, Brennan said, “Okay, ladies time to get up and get going.” She reached down and pulled Twilight to her feet as Liz grabbed Officer Hunter. As they shuffled towards the door, Brennan looked at Twilight and said, “Sorry that you’re going to lose your friend but you know what they say, ‘You can’t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs’”. Twilight burst into tears just as they cleared the doorway.
It was all so surreal to Irish. It was just like the dream she had. Here she was chained in a line of naked ponygirls being auctioned off. “Maybe I’ll wake up,” she thought, “please let me wake up.” She closed her eyes but when she opened them the second girl in line had just been sold. Only one more to go and then it would be her turn……..
”Sold to # 41 for two point six million. Thank you very much. And now the final sale of the afternoon, and as you can see we have saved the best for last.”
“Oh, no…she means me,” thought Irish, “Try to look happy. Pose. Strut proudly. Make them want you. Must save Twilight.” It’s hard to look happy when your heart is troubled with such thoughts but fortunately Irish’s perfect body and gorgeous looks did all the talking and the opening bid was one million dollars. “Do I have two?” she heard Cyndi babbling through her haze.
“Three…..three and a half…..four……four and a half…..five……oh, come now, certainly you aren’t going to pass up this excellent ponygirl for only five million are you?......five……I’ve got six now….six and a half…….”
Clippety-clop, clippety clop…..Irish would know the sound of that gait anywhere and turned just in time to get knocked to the stage floor as Twilight bounded into her arms and smothered her with kisses. “My hero! Let’s get this bridle off of you so I can thank you properly,” said Twilight and a few seconds later the two of them were locked in a passionate embrace right there on the floor in front of a very stunned crowd.
“But how?” queried Irish.
“Let’s go back to your stall and I’ll tell you all about it.” Hand in hand the two of them rushed off the stage to fetch Irish’s tack and head for her stable.
“Well, ladies and gentlemen, I guess that concludes today’s…….”
Mistress Lilith reappeared with a naked, cuffed and shackled McCreedy and Brennan in tow and from the looks of their butts and thighs, they had already tasted the wrath of Lilith’s single-tail. She said, “We not quite done yet, Mistress Cyndi, if I may borrow your microphone for a minute.” Cyndi passed it to her and she resumed, “Ladies and gentlemen, the scene you just saw unfold was the direct result of the scheming of these two women right here. They concocted a plan to sell a surrogate for this pony,” she paused to pull the dark wig off Liz to reveal her red hair, “and escape with two hostages until money was deposited in their account. Rather than be returned to Chowchilla in chains to face attempted kidnapping charges, Officer Brennan here, has wisely chosen to sign the consent forms to be auctioned off along with her accomplice.”
Cyndi took the microphone back and began by asking, “Would you like to bid on them as a pair or individually. Remember as a pair they will present a real challenge as they will undoubtedly continue to plot to escape. How say you?”
The cheering for “Pair! Pair!” was overwhelming and Cyndi resumed the auction. In the end the pair went for 4.5 million dollars to a bidder from Argentina who relished the thought of molding these two to his will. Officer Hunter was designated to receive $250,000 for the stress she was put through, the same amount was to be put in trust for Twilight Girl until she graduated from college and the bulk went into the building fund to expand the lodge and the stables. All in all an excellent event and everyone was invited back for next month’s auction with girls from the Las Vegas strip currently serving time in the Nevada Women’s prison.
Meanwhile ‘back at the ranch’ as they say, Twilight was explaining how the prison psychologist had given the ranch a ‘heads up’ on the devious nature of Liz McCreedy and how her frequent talks with Officer Brennan had made them suspicious that they might be planning something. Don and Tom had always known that an escape attempt could happen at any time and they had systems in place to deal with that eventuality, including sixty hidden cameras and microphones around the consignment area. “That’s what my dad wanted to talk to me about Thursday night. He said to just play along and not resist and everything would be okay but I was still scared.”
“But that doesn’t tell me how you got rescued,” said Irish as they snuggled together.
“That was the easy part. The second we cleared the doorway heading for the bus, my dad and Ella dropped them both with tranquilizer darts. Before he and Master Tom started this ranch, my dad was a Marine sniper instructor. He can hit a fly at a thousand yards. Where do you think my sister learned to shoot rattlesnakes like that? I am sorry we couldn’t let you in on what might happen but your reactions had to be real. I still can’t believe that you volunteered to be sold away for life just to protect me.” She kissed her so hard so almost bruised her lips.
“Careful, those are 6.5 million dollar lips you’re crushing,” giggled Irish, “I wonder how high they would have bid if you hadn’t rescued me?”
“Don’t even joke about that,” said Twilight as she began to lick her way down Irish’s neck and across her chest, pausing only a minute to circle each nipple with her tongue before descending further.
The next thirty minutes were pure heaven for both of them.

Chapter 17: Answered Prayers

“Okay, you two, snuggle time is over for now. You have to get dressed so we can load up the car to go.”
Christine’s appearance in Irish’s stall was inevitable but still not welcome as she was still uncertain as to when she and Twilight could be together again. As they started to go Christine asked, “Aren’t you going to bring your tack, Irish?”
“Do you mean I can keep all of this?” she responded excitedly.
“Yes, dear, it is a gift from Master Tom and Mistress Cyndi. They just couldn’t picture ever letting anyone else wear it. They also wanted you to have this check for $250,000 for trying to sacrifice yourself to save Twilight. You mean so much to them.” Christine hastened to add. “Oh, and there’s one more gift I have for you. I even had Master Tom engrave it for you,” she said with a smile as she pulled the chastity belt out of the bag she was carrying, “See, it’s etched ‘Irish Rose’, right across the front of the waist band.” They all laughed.
“Thank you, Christine, it’s perfect.”
They picked up their tack and started to head for the lodge when Irish got a panicked look on her face.
“Missing something, dear?” Christine said with a smile as she held up Irish’s beautiful posture collar. “You dropped this as you were leaving the consignment stables. I thought you might want to keep it too.”
Irish let out a sigh of relief, smiled at Christine and lifted her chin.
“Do you want me to collar you, Irish Rose? Do you know what that means if I do?” asked Christine.
“Yes, Mistress Christine, I do and I want you to be the one to collar me, for real this time.” Irish dropped her tack in a big pile and stood very proudly as Christine buckled it on her and slipped a little heart-shaped lock through the hasp. Irish turned around when she had finished and kissed Christine almost as passionately as she had been kissing Twilight, as if it is possible to measure such things.
“I am so relieved that you have accepted me as your Mistress, Irish Rose, or this would have been a complete waste of time and taken several laser treatments to remove.” Christine dropped her pants and turned to show Irish and Twilight her special tattoo. There in full color in the middle of the Pampered Pony Ranch horseshoe-shaped logo was the picture of Irish Rose kneeling with Christine standing over her. It was the picture Christine had tipped the photographer for the previous Saturday. Directly beneath the picture, in flowing freehand script were the words, ‘Mistress Christine and her ponygirl, Irish Rose’.
Irish got a big grin and planted a kiss right on Christine’s butt. “I love our tattoo. I hope you will let me see it often, Mistress.”
Twilight said, “I am so happy for both of you,” and kissed them both. “Let’s go load up my stuff so we can get to my campus before dark.”
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It seemed really strange to Lindsay to be wear street clothes again. It was almost uncomfortable in a way. This isn’t who she was anymore. She idly fondled her collar as they headed down the stairs of the lodge with bags in hand to say their goodbyes. She felt like crying at the mere thought of leaving what had become her new home. It was then she really saw the display case. True, she had passed it every time she came through the front door but trophy cases had never really meant anything to her before.
On the back wall of the case was series of pictures of all of the past Grand Champion Show Ponies in all of the classes. Her jaw dropped at what she saw….2004 Grand Champion Ponygirl - Winter Spirit….it was Mistress Cyndi! There a couple of rows down…2006 Novice Champion – Twilight Girl and right next to her picture 2006 Grand Champion Ponygirl – Autumn Breeze…..it was Mistress Christine and she was drop-dead gorgeous. The 2009 Grand Champion was no surprise as there was Twilight Girl’s picture again in different tack and looking much more refined. Bronze Lily’s stunning portrait filled the space for this year, 2010 and it was right next to the picture of adorable Windsong. There were two more rows empty before this cabinet would be filled and the Irish side began to fantasize about being up there with such a classy-looking field.
Everyone was there to meet them in the foyer, Don and Lilith, Tom and Cyndi, and of course, Mistress Ella. From the length of the hugs, it appeared that Ella was going to miss her little sister even more than her mom and dad. Ella reached into her pocket and pulled out a check for $250,000. “The bounty for shooting kidnappers is much better than for shooting rattlesnakes. You should try to get kidnapped more often,” she joked to Twilight and they kissed again.
Lindsay looked a little weepy and Cyndi asked, “What’s wrong, dear?”
“I don’t know when I’ll get to see you again and I love you all so very much.”
“Didn’t you tell her yet?” asked Cyndi looking right at Christine.
“I was going to tell her in the car but I guess now is as good a time as any. Lindsay, remember when Jake had that meeting and said this could be an opportunity for someone to move up. Well, he double-crossed everyone, took credit for all the work the staff did and grabbed the transfer to the network flagship station in Atlanta himself as their new programming director.
Our story blew the network bosses away and they received so many calls from viewers that they had to re-run it three times. It helped a little that I posted it anonymously to youtube.com but people were crying out for more. That’s why I had you rush what you had to me Wednesday night so I could get another segment on the air Thursday. By Friday morning, Atlanta had smothered all the other network’s stations in the ratings and despite FCC censors’ opposition; our segments were syndicated nationwide and worldwide. Friday afternoon, the network chiefs flew directly in Bakersfield with their lawyers and we started to negotiate.”
“What happened?” asked Lindsay anxiously.
“We have been contracted to produce one fifteen-minute segment every month for the next six months and a price of one million dollars……..EACH EPISODE!”
Lindsay almost fell over and Master Tom caught her.
Christine continued, “Three weeks from now is the Folsom Street Festival and Parade in San Francisco and I’m sure we can get lots of good ‘human interest’ stories there. At the end of six months, my plan is to invest my three million and work full-time here at the ranch. I hope you will want to do the same. We are officially free-lance correspondents now and can live anywhere we chose. After we drop Twilight at school, we are going to clear out our apartments, put our stuff in storage and move in here full-time as they desperately need our help with all the new business coming in.”
Lindsay’s face was aglow and she jumped into Christine’s arms. “Just one thing Mistress, does that mean I can legally change my name to Irish Rose.”
“Anything you want, my love, anything you want.”

The End

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Very good story as usual.
And especially a story with a goal and an end, it’s pleasant.
Waiting for a new histopire, thank you.