"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.
Standing there was a blonde whose hair had grown out slightly, forming a decent mane, and rested on the side of her head. Her body was covered in thick black straps, hiding her breasts and cunt but leaving the sides, stomach and most of her back exposed. A short blonde tail adorned her ass to match her mane length.
"May I, Miss?" Trisha motioned to the stall door. Given a nod, the assistant picked up a lead and opened the stall door. "I want you to see the difference. Come now, Lily."
The female allowed herself to be led out into the straw covered floor, hoof stamping and mane shaking. The black straps accentuated her calves and thighs while covering any sexual area. Trisha tapped her with a crop to get the female to walk, which was still a little unsteady, but competent.
"This filly is Lilly, see the tattoo under her left ear? That's where we mark them with their names. The Stable decided on flowers for this batch. I don't know if that will continue or if the next batch will be named after something else so we can see the progress of the ponies. Lily was the last to come out of stage one. She wants to behave, but her balance is off enough that they are now having her looked at for medical reasons, inner ear or something, to see if it is, in fact within her control." Trisha forced Lily to walk more steps, turning to smile as another female handler was coming over. "Looks like it's time for Lily's training. We can see that after the tour, if you wish, Miss."
