Lorna was back, her pig-tailed assistant following and taking notes. She had been told progress, but had her superiors to answer to, and Richie was not pleasant when not happy. His bitch might like it, but not me. He had hinted of an inspection but not a firm time or date.
Seeing the stablehand who had accompanied her previously, she nodded to the other female who curtseyed.
"Trisha, was it?" Lorna greeted her, not shaking hands but acknowledgeing the greeting.
"Yes, Miss. Thank you Miss." Trisha blushed at being remembered. "Please, how may I serve today?"
"I am coming for a status report. I want to see everything. If it is not to my liking, there may be some staff changes. I mean everything."
"Of course, Miss. Anything you need or want, I am here to serve. Where would you like to start?" Trisha moved next to the woman, eyes demur and ignoring the male tagging along.
"Start at the beginning." Lorna instructed.
"Yes, Miss." Trisha started toward the front of the Stable, making sure the dominate female was following. "Here, Miss, is where we had our starting ponies. As you can see, happily all of the product we were initially given has been moved through the first stage." Trisha started something that almost sounded like a rehearsed speech. "Unfortunately only one of the eight had to be reassigned to the bovine barn, but the other seven have made amazing progress."
Trisha walked through the center of the stable holding tiny stalls. They were taller than ones later on as the fillies still had most access to their legs, and they were getting used to the hooves.
"Here, Miss, they are fitted with hooves and their hair cut very short. While a good pony should have a mane, we find it was a distraction here. The stalls are smaller to let them better get their hooves under them. Here their arms are crossed over their chest." Trisha demonstrated the look clasping her shoulders with her hands. "They are kept here, while not the final look, this is more to get the habit of not using their hands. They have the gags here, but are never fitted with a bit because there is alot to learn here. Maybe if this all goes well, we can speed it up, but we haven't had much problems, save for the one who we don't feel would have adapted no matter how long she was here."
"How long did it take to get all seven through this stage?" Lorna questioned, hearing the pen of her assistant scratch the paper.
"The quickest ones, less than two weeks. That most more of a balance thing. The last two, nearly a month and a half. Various problems, personality and resistance. However, Miss, one of the longest in stage one is one of the best possible show ponies we are looking at." Trisha explained as she continued through the Stable. Helpers moved about, ignoring the visitors unless asked a question.
"What is stage two?" Looking over her shoulder she saw her frilly-dressed assistant, naked from the waist down and showing a cock cage, writing furiously. She made a note to remember something small that was said, seeing if he picked it up to punish him later.
"Stage two, Miss, is here. We have four ponies here learning gait and skills. This is by far our longest stage. After this is the working state where they are actually contributing." Trisha explained leading her superior over to one of the stalls.
