I watched Janet put El through her paces. Janet looked so proud, El so beautiful. El high stepping as Janet guided her through the pylon marked course, walking ,trotting, her tail swaying.
At the finish El stood tall and straight facing the judging stand. The lady at the mic. said "Very good". Janet drove Eloise out the gate and another team was announced and came in.
Nancy held my hand as the show went on. Just to be with her! Yes, I'll be her pony. I'll do anything to please her. I've never had the kind of unlimited love we have between us before.
At the end of the show, after the ribbons were awarded, Nancy said "What do you think Dearest, would you like to be my pony?"
"I'd love to be your pony Darling. It looks like fun, the ponies look so beautiful and exotic. How do we do it? How do we start?
"Lets go find Janet and El and find out."
In the stables El was still in harness although not attached to her cart. Janet was stroking and petting EL telling her what a good pony she was and how proud she was of her.
"Oh hi ladies. Did you enjoy the show today?"
The three of us talked. There was no attempt to remove El's bridle and bit. Her reins were wrapped around a ring on the wall. When I suggested taking off her bridle so she could take part in the conversation Janet said "Oh no, dear, when El is in pony harness she never talks, and she wants to stay 'pony' as long as possible. In fact we're getting a transporter made so we can harness her at home, bring her to shows, then not unharness her until we're back home."
Every once in a while El would shuffle her 'hooves' which sounded like real horse shoes on the stable floor. Janet would stroke her and say "Pretty pony, good pony, stay calm I'm right here, good pony."
Nancy said "We'd like to talk to the trainer. My Flower wants to be my pony too."
"I was hoping you'd say that. There's Ann, come, I'll introduce you."
We left El tethered to the ring.
Ann looked like a trainer. Her blond hair was tied back in a pony tail, she wore a plaid shirt, blue jeans and work boots. A riding crop was tucked under her arm.
She explained that pony training was very physically demanding, and the 'owner' had to be trained too. Then she asked me several different ways if I wanted to be trained and if I was doing this of my own free will.
She took me to her office and sat me down, then handed me a waiver to read and sign.
"OK, lets get you harnessed so Nancy can see what a pretty pony you'll be. Take off your clothes and lay them on the chair."
"What, right now?"
A not too gentle tap on my shoulder with her riding crop. "Ponies do not talk."
I stripped. "Panties too, dear."
Then "We'll start with your bridle. Open up." She put it's rubber bit into my mouth and adjusted the straps over and around my head as I moved my tongue around trying to get comfortable with the bit. She gently pulled and arranged my hair so the straps didn't tug it. There were long reins hanging from the rings at each end of the bit.
"Hands." She laced on the strange mitts I'd seen the other ponies wearing, with their hard black 'hooves'.
"Foot." I stepped up into extreme high heeled boots with blocked soles, hooves, and horse shoes on the sole that clattered when I moved, like Eloise's.
Next "Spread your legs and bend over. Relax that pretty little ass." She lubed up a butt plug with a long silky blond tail and gently but firmly pushed it into my asshole.
"There, stand up straight and get a look at yourself."
There was a full length mirror on the inside of the office door. Damn, I do look good.
Ann gathered my reins and led me back to where Janet and Nancy were waiting. El looked content, enjoying Janet's attention. Nodding her head and shuffling her hooves.
My Nancy gave me a warm delighted smile. "Oh my Darling. You look stunning. So tall and beautiful and elegant!"
Janet stroked my back. "You look so magnificent Flower!"
"Tom!" called Ann,and a man in work boots,jeans and a British army sweater with leather shoulder patches came and took my reins. "Take Flower to box stall seven, leave her bridle on for now."
I pulled back, looking at Nancy. I didn't want her to leave me here, not right away.
"Now now, none of that" Tom gave a firm tug on my reins, forcing me to turn and follow him. "That's a good pony, come with Tom, I'll look after you. Good girl. Everything will be all right."
The box stall was just that. Wooden walls five feet tall, a water bowl and another bowl mounted at waist height beside the door, and on the floor at the far wall a mattress with a pillow and blanket. Tom went out and latched the door.
I was distraught, I want my Nancy, I was crying. It was cool in the stable. I sat on the mattress and managed to get the blanket over my shoulders. Not easy wearing hoof mitts. What have I gotten myself into?
A bit later a cute girl with short brown hair came in. She was just a bit on the chubby side, sparkling eyes, rosy cheeks and that little mouth with a smile that just wants you to kiss and tell her what a good girl she is. She wore a snug jeans tucked into cowboy boots and a tee shirt, with no bra, that said:
SUBMIT
To My Love
in gold letters on the front.
"Hello Flower, I'm Jen, I'm your trainer, now, stand up so I can get a look at you."
I struggled up from the low mattress. The hoof boots must stand me six foot six tall.
Jen gave me her beautiful smile. "Tommy was right, you are absolutely beautiful! We'll train you to be the most magnificent pony ever.
" Now, there are only two rules.
"Do as you are told.
"Ponies NEVER speak. You may nod or shake your head if asked a question.
"Understand?"
I nodded.
"At a point in your training your owner will come and be trained to drive and look after you. Now it's supper time."
She brought a bowl of something that looked like granola and poured it into the food bowl on the wall. "Pony can't eat with her bit in her mouth, so lets take it out and put on your halter."
With that done she left. Hoof mitts, no utensils. Face down and tongue out. I soon got the hang of it. Very tasty actually.
Jen came back later and said "time to get you bedded down."
She put a short lead on my halter and led me to a hall with doors on each side. They were bathrooms. Spotlessly clean, they had a toilet, shower, vanity and a low stool. She gave me a purse with toothpaste, tooth brush, soap and a hair brush. There was a big soft towel on the rack. "When you're done, put everything back in the purse. I'll look after it for you, just leave the towel." She unharnessed me,took off my hooves and tail and left.
