This story is a sequel to the three part story about Strider, and information about her and her friends, including details of their appearances, are included there. In order to avoid redundancy, I have omitted them from this episode.
For the next three Saturday afternoons, Buffy drove from the college dormitory to The Pony Farm with her friends, Tara and Jenny and Kelli, where she became Lightning, and the other women became Strider, Blondie and Strutter. They all had fun every time, especially Strider and Blondie. All four women became aroused by being trussed up in their leather bridles and harnesses with the straps that bound their arms against their bodies and, especially, the bits with attached reins. Their sexual excitement multiplied when the butt plugs with their tails attached were lubricated and lovingly inserted into the ponygirls' asses.
Their arousals soared as the day continued because their masters used those reins, combined with a few verbal commands to guide them, virtually naked, about the field and show them off in front of a cheering crowd. However, the luckiest two had regular masters and, when the show ended and their sexual needs were at their highest levels, they were always able to indulge in some of the greatest carnal pleasure they had ever experienced. The men whose handling of the reins had been partly responsible for that arousal were highly rewarded also, when they got to indulge in the wild sexual escapades with their ponygirls.
Sometimes the other two got lucky also, and they enjoyed the same exquisite sexual bliss as their friends, but that didn't happen every week. When either Lightning or Strutter didn't hook up with a horny enough master, Buffy or Kelli had to use the dildos or vibrators they kept in their college dorm rooms. They were obliged to settle for that, although they were well aware the imitations were nowhere near as good as real tongues and cocks, especially to women as horny as they would have become during the day.
On the fourth Saturday, the same four young women passed through the gate at The Pony Farm, went to the barn to register, and received the leather tags that contained white cards with their ponygirl names printed in block letters. On their way to the barn, Strider and Blondie had exchanged greeting waves with their regular masters, and smiled as they thought of the immense amount of fun they knew was awaiting them that afternoon. The two men were part of a group who were standing inside the gate and eyeballing the gorgeous women who walked by them into the large building, where they would be transformed into ponygirls. Every member of that group hoped to spend that afternoon guiding one of the young beauties about the big grassy field. That Saturday, however, there was a difference. One of the waiting masters was a woman.
Women masters were not unknown at The Pony Farm. There were two who came there almost every Saturday, apparently lesbians, and each was accompanied by another woman. The female masters brought their own tack, and the women with them carried it into the barn, where they would be dressed and prepared almost as the other ponygirls were.
When they exited the barn, their reins were taken over by their companions, who guided them around the field, just as all the other masters guided their charges. At the end of the event, the ponygirls would return to the barn and put their own clothing back on, and both pairs of women would drive home, or whatever other place they wanted to go. If anybody had any negative thought about the two teams of women, they had sense enough to keep it to themselves. The women who would be waiting outside the barn had expressed a preference to being known as "masters" even though that is more often a masculine designation, because "mistress" often has a certain submissive sexual connotation they preferred to avoid.
However, that day was the first time that a female master had ever shown up at The Pony Farm, apparently intending to hook up with somebody she hadn't met and put that new acquaintance through her paces. None of the men had any reason to object, and neither would any of the ponygirls. They were free to accept or reject the mastery of anybody who stepped forward to take their reins and, if they had any objection to being commanded by another woman, they would let her know right on the spot. Everybody was there to have fun, and no ponygirl would ever be forced to do something she didn't want to do, nor would anyone else.
Once inside the barn, the four college dormitory mates, who had been issued keys to adjacent lockers, quickly stripped naked, as did most of the other women who were getting ready for their metamorphoses into ponygirls. Generally speaking, they were a friendly, gregarious group, and would be until the transformation was underway. The bits they would all have in their mouths would prevent any intelligible speech anyhow but, even while being harnessed and bridled, they took on equine mannerisms and communicated by whinnies and tossing or nodding of heads and stamping of feet or other ways that horses or ponies might use.
Strider and Blondie, eager to rejoin their masters, were among the first ponygirls to claim their tack. As regulars, they both had reserved gear, including bits and tails, which were carefully cleaned and sterilized after every use. Two men, who would not have traded jobs with anyone in the world, outfitted the sexy, naked young women in their harnesses and bridles and bits with reins. The best part of their respective jobs was inserting the tails into luscious female asses while the lovely women were lying across their laps, with their breasts and pussies available for fondling.
On her first day on The Pony Farm, Strider had been reluctant to accept her tail. She had a bad experience with anal sex the only time she tried it, and came close to rejecting the appendage after she realized it was attached to a large object that was to be imbedded in her ass. Her overwhelming desire to put her beautiful nude body on display overcame her reluctance, and having her ass crammed full turned out to be one of the most exciting parts of the day. It was especially a thrill when she was bouncing up and down on a bed and the butt plug was moving around inside her. Until then, she didn't even know what a butt plug was, and had referred to it as the "tail handle" until her friends informed her of the more customary term.
Since then there had been no reluctance, and the insertion of the tail that matched her chestnut hair was actually one of her favorite parts of the day. She didn't even object to having her breasts and other private parts fondled by the outfitter. She was so much into the ponygirl frame of mind that she considered such liberties to be his right as her master, at least temporarily. Once the tail was in place, and her arms were pinned to her sides by the elastic straps, she hurried out to be claimed by her master. She didn't even know his name, nor did he know her human name, and she had never spoken to him, except whinnying and otherwise communicating in an equine manner with her head and body.
Blondie, similarly outfitted with her tack and blonde tail, was right behind Strider, and her master was also waiting. The two men were friendly rivals, and they liked to march close together while guiding their ponygirls on parade. Blondie and Strider liked the idea also, and they would sometimes exchange friendly whinnies during the afternoon. Even if they could have said anything coherent, they would not have done so. Once their harnesses were in place, they thought like ponies and acted as obedient ponies, and that wouldn't end until they were stripped of their tack at the end of the day.
Buffy and Kelli were in somewhat less of a hurry to become Lightning and Strutter respectively. They passed some time chatting with each other and with the other ponygirls, who are usually quite friendly, even though they would be competing against each other that day. However, they also didn't want to be the last ones to leave the barn. Free to reject any master who wants to claim them, they all prefer to be taken by one who is younger and better looking. After they had become highly aroused from being bound in leather and strutting almost naked about the field with butt plugs inserted, they all like to have sex with the master who has teamed up with them. Those with regular partners tended to leave the barn to hook up first and the other ponygirls usually followed, all of them trying to attract the most desirable masters.
A few minutes after claiming the tack and tail which had been set aside for her, Kelli, having been transformed to Strutter, left the barn. A minute later, Lightning followed. She also had her gear reserved, and had been outfitted by the same happy, horny employees of The Pony Farm who had prepared her friends. While in the barn, she had been thinking about the potential female master they had seen earlier. Most ponygirls are heterosexual, although some of them have bisexual tendencies of varying degrees. Buffy's lesbian side is probably more pronounced than that of most, and she had noticed that the woman was quite attractive. For her to be there that day, doing what she was apparently intending to do, she was almost certain to be a lesbian looking for a partner, at least temporarily.
When Lightning left the barn, a few feet behind another ponygirl, both of them strutting with the exaggerated pace that they always used, she noted the female master was still there. Apparently, she had not yet hooked up with anybody. The waiting woman was younger than any of the men, probably less than thirty years old, with a very pretty face. She was close to six feet tall and had fair skin and long, dark hair, quite similar to the mane that flowed from Lightning's head, and she was dressed in tight, black jodhpurs that displayed shapely hips and a gorgeous ass. The waiting woman also wore black boots, a red riding jacket and black derby hat. Under the jacket was a white shirt with ruffles at the collar, and the front of the jacket was very nicely filled out by large breasts. Lightning decided to make it known that she was available to team up with the beautiful lesbian.
The preceding ponygirl was not. When she strutted past and the waiting woman tried to reach out for the loose reins, the object of her desire twirled her body to the side, making the leather strips swing out of her reach. She also increased her speed, making it known that she had no desire to get together with another woman. Lightning was much more accommodating. She stopped next to the woman in jodhpurs and whinnied loudly, while strutting in place.
