Becoming A Ponygirl

- by Mrspraycan


 
   Three months ago, she'd looked at him blankly as he mentioned a 'ponygirl,' in passing. She'd laughed incredulously when he described what such a girl did. "No way," she'd affirmed, shaking her head. "That's crazy!" And now, she shudders, I am one.
 
    He's pleased with what he's produced.
    She's naked, standing straight and proud in the show ring. Managing to avoid being spooked by the laughing, chattering audience. Young girls are staring enraptured, wishing they owned such a fine pony. Dreaming of the day when they might become one themselves.
    Her even tan emphasizes her nudity. On her head, she wears the tall plumed headdress, which bobs as she moves through her paces. Otherwise, her clothing is completely minimal. A crisscrossed pair of straps over her bosom, a belt round her waist. In her mouth, a rubber-covered metal bit keeps her silent. And attached to the bridle, a pair of reins, held by her trainer, a teenaged girl in a ragged tee-shirt, dirty jodhpurs and riding boots. Bells jingle prettily on her harnesswork. Behind her, her 'tail' flicks elegantly, hanging from the butt plug securely wedged in her anus. Her hands are raised suppliantly to midriff level, where they are cuffed at the wrists. On each hand she wears large leather 'hooves' of hard leather, designed to stop her touching her body. Her pubis, breasts and buttocks are fully displayed.     The crowd applauds as she halts and bows to them, one side at a time. These moves underlined by a quick whisk at her calves with the long buggy whip in her trainer's hand.
She's led to the judges, who wait in a line. They begin to examine her. Spreading her buttocks, weighing her breasts, studying her nipples. A white-haired female judge makes her squat to examine her vulva, then sample her vaginal moistness. She nods in approval.
 
    When she'd met the stable girls and trainer for the first time, she'd been crimson with shame. Barely teenagers, while she was a grown woman. To be stripped by them, taken to a stable and locked away seemed the worst humiliation of her life. Especially when they declined to refer to her except as 'bitch' 'cunt' and 'manfucker,' and gone to extremes in shaming her. The rough grooming, the douches and enemas, the training sessions that seemingly consisted of nothing but whacking her backside, haunches and breasts with paddles and crops...
    How they'd enjoyed teaching her sexual submission! With her hands forever immobilized, they taught her to enjoy being rubbed as a reward, to nuzzle their pubescent sexes with her grateful mouth. And they'd reveled in measurements of her copious juices, watching her lubrication grow more and more prolific with the passing months.
 
    He sees the rosette pinned in her hair. Yes, a winner. A perfect ponygirl cunt. She might be surprised at what comes next, his plans for making her a one-year gift to his slutty sister's commune. But it's for her own good...

 

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