The small but sturdy steel cart almost turned on it's side as Raspberry made the sharpest turn on the trail. Nick, like always, breathed an almost invisible sigh of relief, thankful that he wasn't thrown out. Raspberry was the absolute best pony girl he could have hoped for. Her powerful strides and devotion when under the reins, left him constantly in awe. But standing only at 5'2 she had some natural problems with bumps. It was lucky only he was in the cart though. Had there been any other passengers in the cart as they had made the turn, then he would have been forced to punish her for the slightly sloppy turn. And striking her with his father's old lash for something that was mostly not her fault would have bothered Nick. Sure a good trainer made sure that the animal knew that mistakes like that were unacceptable, but it was always important to make sure that through it all she remained happy. All that being said, th,ere was no real reason to think of Raspberry as anything but the happiest animal in the entire register. Every day behind her solid red bit gag, there was always a gaping happy grin.
Nick eased up a bit on the worn reins somewhat once Raspberry crossed the last hill into the park proper. She had been hard at work all day, and he wanted to ease her workout downward to prevent anything bad from happening to her. She was his precious pony after all. Night was setting in gently on to the summer day, the sky darkened to the point where visibility was tough for both trainer and pony. Luckily the park was empty save for some leaving workers, and a few people walking their dogs, removing much worry of the pony accidentally running into some hapless bystander. Nick glanced towards a man walking his poodle on the side of the track. He would never really tell anyone this, but dog owners just made Nick laugh. His pet could crush their pet any day of the week.
To Nick it seemed like the familiar park had no more surprises waiting for him tonight. Or at least it seemed that way until he noticed one last anomaly. Sitting on one of the park benches was an attractive young woman. She was dressed up in normal office garb, with a short skirt, pantyhose, high heels, and a honey colored yellow blouse. But Nick wasn't looking at that. He was looking at her startling Electric Blue hair, that ran all the way down to her upper back. The juxtaposition between her punkish hairstyle, and her clean cut clothing, gave off a rather mixed message about herself. It had the passing pony trainer interested. But more then that, it was that she was staring wide eyed right at him and the cart. Or rather, right at the pony girl pulling him and the cart.
Without even really taking any time to think about what he was doing, Nick pulled hard backwards on the reins. Raspberry, ever the obedient creature, rapidly brought herself and the cart to a stop, using her years of muscle memory to slow the speeding steel much more efficiently then many would think possible. Within a few seconds, the cart reached a screeching halt, Raspberry pulling into her ready position. This was comprised of a straight posture, with her head up in her posture collar, and her arm binder trapped arms forced to the straightened arch of her back.
Stepping out of the side of the cart, Nick's immediate attention upon stopping was, as always, on Raspberry. He only glanced for a moment at the woman who had caused him to stop in the first place. She seemed to have stood up from her park bench and started to slowly move towards the cart. But Nick did not turn around to greet her, his attention focused on the pony at the moment. Nick walked towards the front of the cart, one hand sliding upwards into the peak of his curly blond hair. He could almost swear that this was not the first time he had seen that girl, but how would he have known her? Had she gotten rides from him and Raspberry before? Maybe she worked with one of his suppliers or auditors? But, that was not important to find out right this very second. It was much more important that he go about his usual stopping routine, checking that there were no problems with Raspberry. If this mystery woman had any desire to speak with him, then she would probably continue towards him.
Raspberry did not visibly react to the approach of her owner, except turning her head towards him for a second. Generally, she was supposed to keep looking forward during inspections, but she had worked hard today, so Nick was in no mood to punish her for minor transgressions. So long as she remembered that she was supposed to keep her head forward, it would be fine. His right hand carefully reached out to the back of her head, where her disorganized curly red hair was bunched together in a loose but aptly named pony tail. The pony knew the training from years of having it drilled into her subconscious. She did not even have an instinct to turn her head towards the fingers playing with her fiery locks. The sweat of a sunny day pulling the cart covered her from head to toe with natural grime. Nick didn't shy away from the sweat, giving the pony a small caress, across her tiny cheek. Raspberry closed her eyes happily for a moment, which in turn created a tiny smile on Nick's own face. From there the hand started to glide gently downward, first over the red leather posture collar that forced her neck into an eternally attentive position, then down to her shoulders, which remained bare of the tight straps crisscrossing much of her torso. From there it headed down her well toned sun baked Irish form, all the way down to the thick strap that slid between her legs. He didn't do to anything to it beyond slide his fingers over the strap, pushing the inward facing dildo on the other side of the strap just a little further inside her frequently filled cunt. Unlike the rest of his touches, this one did earn a reaction from Raspberry in the form of a helplessly aroused shiver. His left hand moved forward too, positioning itself right above her heart to make sure heartbeat was normal after all her exercise.
It was fast, but well within what she could handle.
Meanwhile, the mysterious blue haired girl had moved from her spot on the bench, and was now standing only a few inches from the side of the cart. Her left hand felt one of the back wheels, while her head peered over the side of the car into the seats. Having made sure that nothing seemed to be wrong with the pony, Nick turned back around towards where the woman was now standing. This was the first good look he actually got of the woman. Though, now that he finally could examine her features, the word girl would be more appropriate. Her Asian features made it a little hard to guess her age, but she couldn't be more then 23. But that isn't all he noticed for the first time. It was only now that he noticed that she couldn't be more then 5'3 feet tall, just about as tall as Raspberry. It made peering over the side of the cart harder then someone would expect.
"If you want, I can just show it to you. It's not like this is the first time I've given the tour." Nick offered jovially, drawing closer. "So what are you doing here at the park after ten anyway? I don't want to sound like a cop or anything, but don't you know it's dangerous for a young woman such as yourself to be out alone in the park after dark?"
When she felt the trainer's attention shift to her for the first time, her hand slowly drew back from the cart, keeping one lingering finger on the it's steel frame for just a moment, before returning that too to the side of her body. Her slender frame turned slightly towards the the tall blond man now in front of her. She leaned forward into a slight incline, in an instinctual bow-like motion. Her chest started to raise and lower at an increasing pace. Even her face showed obvious nervousness with talking to him, red blood flowing through her now rosy cheeks. "I know, Sir...It's just I was looking at this...thing...here. And...I kinda...." She began saying, every word seeming even more uncomfortable in a tiny willowy voice. Her black eyes focused towards the pony standing at attention in the front of the cart. "I...kinda wanted to get a look at...her."
