Beatrice began to explain to Christine what was going to happen next like a sorcerer teaching her apprentice. "As you can see my dear, the butt plug to which the hair has been fasten is quite large and tapered. It has to be, I'm afraid, for two reasons. First her tail is so large that a smaller plug would cause too much wobble inside the poor dear and may result in harming her. Thus being so big it will fit her to the max and be a good anchoring point for her to control her tail movement. The second part is because it is so big and shaped as it is there is less chance of it coming or being pulled out by accident. But then, being so big we need to perform a little dilation first, so as not to cause any more unnecessary physical stress to the pony girl than she is already experiencing."

Upon saying that Christine watched Beatrice work one of her slick rubber clad finger into Blair's most private and personal body cavity. Blair's first reaction was to tighten up and make begging garbled noises. That control bit did make for a very effective gag too. Beatrice told Blair to relax her muscles so the process would go much easier on her. Since she had no choice, Blair did her best. But having someone diddle her rear entry was something entirely new to her and one she certainly would never want to experience, that is if she had any choice in the matter. So each time Beatrice added another finger Blair's knee jerk reaction was to tighten up. But for what it was worth, the prequel finger fucking did make the butt plug go in all that much more easier. Beatrice still had to twist and push, and twist and push before it went all the way in. But once there Blair's sphincter muscles were able to grip around the concave base and hold it in place.

Beatrice took off her gloves and cleaned up Blair's butt from any excess lubricant. She then took hold of that dangling strap between her legs and pulled it up to Blair's new tail. The strap had a strategically placed slit through it's center. The purpose of this slit was to have the tail appear like it was coming from the top crack of Blair's butt, near the base of her spine, and to have it angled upwards, so the full long richness of her reddish brown tail could be seen in a kind of gentle cascading arch as it flowed behind her. So it took Beatrice some time to get the tail situated just right before she buckled that strap tightly to Blair's waist belt and thus completed Blair's pony girl costume. Of course Blair let out another angered groan at the same time the strap was fastened, because in tightening it also forced that monstrous dildo deeper into her pussy. Now Blair was plugged to the max and felt more like a stuffed turkey than a pony girl. Beatrice went to the wall and flicked a switch which caused the chain tether to Blair's nose ring to go slack. Blair immediately let out a little sigh of relief. Beatrice walked over to Blair and released her nose ring clip and both of her nipple ring clips. Blair upper torso was now free, except for the rest of her bondage and bridle of course.

With Beatrice's help Blair slowly rose from her bent over position to fully erect. "Mercy me!" Beatrice's alarmed voice caught Christine's attention. "Did I tighten your breast harness that tight? I must be losing my mind. Here dear, let me loosen that for you so you can breathe a little easier." Christine watched as Beatrice loosened the breast harness one notch. One of the two notches that Christine tightened it to. Christine could not resist another small giggle.

Before releasing Blair's legs from the stand Beatrice walked in front of Blair and said "Now listen very carefully to me dear. This device, this little remote control I have in my hand can be used to shock you IF you do not obey my commands. Here I will give you a small example." Beatrice turned a knob and pushed a button. Immediately Blair jerked and yelled through her bit. She had just received an electrical shock to her pussy and butt holes via those nasty plugs.

"You see my dear. And that was a low setting too. This little device has the capability of giving you such a shock that it will literally knock you off your feet and bring you down. I am telling you this for your own good because no one is going to put up with your rebellious nature any more. I am certainly not capable of fighting with you even in your present very limited condition and I will not call for any help either. You either do as I say or . . ."

Again Blair jerked and yelled from being shocked. This time it felt twice as bad.

"Now, are you going to follow my orders and be a nice and well tamed pony girl?"

Blair, with the most pitiful look on her face, even with her bridle on, formed smiling lips and shook her head yes.

"That is well and good my dear, but remember, you are a pony girl and as such must act like one from now on. So when I want a yes or no answer from you, you are going to shake your head like you mean it or else. . ." Another shock ripped through Blair's pelvic area as she again yelled louder this time.

"Do you understand me pony girl?" Beatrice held the remote shocker up in front of Blair's contorted face as if silently warning her if she didn't get the answer she was looking for she would press it again.

Blair eyes went wide open as she momentarily stared at the device in Beatrice's hand. Then she shook her head in an exaggerated horse like style.

"That's a good GOOD pony girl! Now let me release your legs. When I do you will just stand as you are and wait for further commands. Do you understand little pony?" This time Beatrice did not display the remote. She kept it at her side.

Again Blair shook her head fervently yes like a good obedient pony girl should.

Beatrice walked behind Blair and with one hand on the button of the remote she used the other to release Blair's hooved legs from the stand. Blair felt the release, but did not dare move.

Christine was in awe of what had just happened. How could a nice little old lady suddenly become such a tyrant and unfeeling bitch? But as soon as she thought that she came up with the answer. It was the only way petite Beatrice was able to control such a big horse like Blair so efficiently and so effectively in the manner she did. Watching Beatrice's domination over Blair left Christine so amazed and so wet between her legs that she barely noticed Beatrice attaching the control reins to Blair's pony girl bridle. Beatrice pulled back hard on the reins at the same time yelling the words "BACK pony girl, BACK!"

Blair knees bent when she felt the U shaped bit dig deeply into her tongue. And then slowly, on her hoof shaped shoes, she backed up. As long as she felt the hard aching depression on her tongue that almost made her vomit she continued to move backwards. When Beatrice stopped pulling on the reins and said "Woah" Blair stopped immediately in her tracks.

Keeping her hands on the reins Beatrice moved to the front side of Blair. She no longer had the remote in her hand. Instead she had a riding crop. "Now my dear, whenever you are standing still like you are now you must stand at pony girl attention. First, keep your head up!" Beatrice used the crop and began tapping it under Blair's chin. "A good pony girl always keeps her head up and eyes front."

Blair raised her head in response to the command at feeling the crop under her chin. But her eyes were focused on the little old lady next to her. "I said eyes front pony girl!" and with that she used the crop to slap Blair hard on her exposed rump.

Blair yelled and bucked from the pain. She even tried to move off to the side, to get away from any more abuse. But Beatrice took hold of the reins and pulled back on them hard while saying "Woah pony girl, WOAH!. . . Easy girl, easy. . . That's right, calm down girl. . . Calm down. . . Good girl. That's a GOOD pony girl!" It was over as fast as it started. Beatrice's slap on her ass startled Blair and she reacted out of instinct to get away. But Beatrice's quick thinking and expert control of the reins and soothing voice brought Blair, the pony girl, back under control. To Blair's eternal shame and humiliation, and to Christine's delight and itching throbbing wet pussy.

"There now pony girl." Beatrice began rubbing the area of Blair's flank that she had hit and was turning red. "You must learn to obey every word your betters, your trainer and owners tell you from now on, else you will be punished for it. The shocker and riding crop are just two ways to do that. The more you resist and rebel the more painful ways you will be punished. You must also learn to accept the sting of the riding crop as a conditional response to your misbehavior. Believe me my dear, there are worse things to punish you with. Do you understand me pony girl?" Again, with tears of hurt and shame running down her cheeks Blair shook her head up and down yes as she was trained to do.

"GOOD girl. Now again, head up, eyes front!"

Blair did so quickly.

"Next, you have very beautiful full ripe breasts to be proud of my dear. In keeping with that pride and of being a pony girl you must always do your best to keep them in full view by pushing them out as far as they will go. Your breast harness has helped in that area, as well the black leather, exhibiting them in sharp dramatic contrast. You must always see to it that they are proudly displayed in front of you. In doing this you will suck in your gut, push your chest out and pull your shoulders back. Do it!" In fear of being punished Blair followed the little dictator's orders. The result of her actions caused her spine to form a kind of lazy "S" with her breasts pushed out so far that if she lowered her head she would be unable to see her feet, or horse shoes.

"Good pony girl. The last part is for you to have your legs straight and feet, I mean hooves together."

This time Beatrice did not have to say 'Do it' to Blair, for she had already taken that stance upon hearing her new trainer say it.

"Wonderful! Excellent! This is how you will always pose whenever you are standing still and not alone. Is that clear, pretty pony?" Again Blair nodded her head in horse-like fashion.

"Oh, one more point. If anyone ever comes up to you as you are and begins rubbing you or petting you, you are to wiggle your rear end so your long beautiful pony tail flows from side to side. So when I do this. . ." Beatrice began rubbing the side of Blair's breast with her ridding crop and Blair correspondingly began wiggling her butt as her formerly black tresses, died dark reddish brown and hanging from her butt instead of her head, began flowing from side to side as if they were blowing in the wind. "GOOD GIRL! That's a very good pony girl." Beatrice was very proud of Blair in how she was falling so easily into her role as pony.

"Christine. . . CHRISTINE!" Beatrice said in a stronger louder voice to her passive audience of one.

Christine was shocked back into awareness, For a while there, she was totally immersed into watching Beatrice training Blair as a pony, not to mention rubbing her soaking pussy through her costume too. "Yes Beatrice, I mean Aunt B?" Christine tried hard to regain control of her aroused self, but was finding it hard to come back down from erotic fantasy to functional reality.

"I was wondering dear if you would be so kind as to watch this pony girl for a few minutes while I get something from the back room. It won't be for long and it would be much better if you hung on to the reins instead of me tying them to a hitching post. This little filly is still new to the bit and I do not want her to accidentally hurt herself if she happened to do something foolish like try to escape. So please Christine, would you do me the favor?" Beatrice looked ever so sweet and giving, like a grandmother bringing in the prize turkey for a Thanksgiving feast, instead of the hard task master she had just displayed with pony girl Blair.

Christine's mouth dropped open. Once again lady luck was shining down upon her. Finding her ex-girlfriend here at the Casino and then watching her being made over into an animal, a humiliating and degrading pony girl, no less, was such a stroke of luck in itself. But now, to actually hold the reins and be in control of her college antagonist's denigration was beyond her wildest dreams. She was so in shock that all she could do was nod her head yes, in about the same flamboyant way as Blair was forced to. Beatrice gave Christine the reins and the ridding crop, but kept the shocking device to herself. She though that Christine might have cause to use the crop which did not concern her. After all, Christine wouldn't be able to do much damage in the little time she was gone, other than some red marks or raised welts. However, leaving the shocking device with her was another thing all together. That could be dangerous, if not fatal, very quickly, if left in the wrong hands. So after transferring control of the pony girl to Christine she wandered off to the back room.

Christine immediately felt a sense of intense power being transferred to her when she took the reins and crop. Her heart began beating stronger as her body took on a more erect posture of elitist pride. The only time she felt a hint of something like this was when she was promoted to the rank of assistant district attorney, which was another step up in the ladder of a democratic society. But this was a hundred, a thousand times more thrilling for her, for it raised her up a notch in the dark barbaric world of human domination and submission, the antithesis of democracy. She was the dominant, the Mistress, the ONE to be obeyed, worshipped and the sole deliver of pain or pleasure at her whim. And in her hands were the tools and symbols of her domination, the crop and reins. Together they turned a woman, an equal of her own sex in normal moral society into her inferior, a submissive, a slave and now a surreal image of a domesticated beast of burden--a pony girl. This was a totally new feeling, a new life experience for Christine. And she loved it!

Christine, Mistress Christine looked at Blair, studied her, inspected her. She took in Blair's whole fantasy image made real, her pony girl attire, her pony girl demoted and devalued humanity, and her pony girl stand of attention held with forced pride as her womanly sexuality was on blatant display before her. She loved what she saw, a slut and tramp who had gotten what she rightfully deserved. And she loved how it made her feel, like a hot wet revengeful bitch in heat.

She circled her, the riding crop whipping through the air, the reins held firm in her grasping hand. Blair held her pose, she knew what would happen if she didn't. The punishment of a technician was nothing compared to the wrath of a scorned woman friend.

Why she did it she did not know. Maybe it was out of curiosity. Maybe because she did not want to go easy into the night, but wanted to try and prove something, to herself that she was still an intelligent and cunning human being, and NOT some dumb obedient animal. Whatever it was, Blair took her eyes away from staring front to watching Christine inspect her, that is until there eyes met.

<SWACK!> "You were told, pony girl, to look forwards at all times!" railed an angry Mistress Christine as she used the crop again on Blair's exposed rump. Christine held on to the reins with all her might ready to pull on it hard like Beatrice did when pony girl Blair tried to buck away. But Blair did not. Oh her knees bent and her eyes closed tightly as she let out a long scream of searing pain. But she did not move away, not one single hoof. Somehow she controlled her instinct to move away from the place of pain. She held her spot and then held her pony girl pose as required, this time with a many tears running down her cheek.

Christine was both proud and disappointed. Proud that she took such fast decisive action with even the slightest of a infraction, almost as if she was born to be a cruel dominating bitch. And disappointed because her slave came to heel so quickly. She was expecting more resistance to her new status over Blair's forced slavery, and she was still aching to dominate her further, deeper into submission, and when Blair didn't, Mistress Christine felt cheated and unsatisfied somehow. Christine's hungry soul was beginning to feel the need to dominate, to make herself feel superior, powerful, and commanding over others, over her ex-college nemesis--Blair.

Christine took off one of her gloves and began to rub the area that she hit. She could see the area turning red and a small raised welt forming. She could even feel the heat of the redness and the ridge of Blair's chastised flesh under her delicate feminine fingers. And she smiled when Blair began wiggling her ass and tail as she was told to whenever anyone caressed her so. Now Mistress Christine felt satisfaction. The need to dominate was quenched by what she felt under her hand and how responsive Blair was with her authority over her. God, it was making Christine so fucking hot!

At this moment Beatrice came back into the room. "I see the two of you have been getting along splendidly. Now, I have one last item to add to our lovely pony girl's costume and I can take some "after" pictures. Then she will be ready to go." Beatrice walked up to the front of Blair and began placing a bell on each of her nipple rings. They weren't heavy enough to weigh down her nipples but they were large enough for Blair to be aware of their presence and discomfort. Beatrice could not help but nudge each one to hear the nice tingle they made. That same sound brought Christine out of her preoccupation with Blair's assaulted red butt to see Beatrice stepping back and readying a digital camera to take a picture.

"Christine, would you be a dear and stand behind the pony girl. . . That's it, now bring up the reins a bit taut if you will. . . Thank you dear." Christine did as she was directed, adding a little jerk to the taut reins to get Blair's attention. Blair let out a quick little yelp at having her bit suddenly jerked down on her tongue like that.

"That's perfect Christine. Now pony girl, I want you to hold your head up, chest out, shoulders back. . . Good girl. Now, raise your left leg as if you are in the middle of a prance. . . That's it . . . be careful now . . . good . . . slowly . . . remember you will have to balance yourself on one hoof sweetie . . . Yes, I know it's hard, go on try again. . . That's better girl . . . a little higher . . . yes . . . let Christine put a little tension on your bit so you can help steady yourself better . . . Oh yes that looks good with your head pulled back like that and those big brown surprised eyes of yours . . . steady now . . . almost there . . . got it! That's was a perfect shot. Umm, Christine, would you be so kind to keep tabs on our little filly here while I get this picture printed out on the computer?"

"Oh sure Aunt B. Ah, would it be possible for you to make another copy for me too?"

"Well, usually the management frowns on things like that, but since the two of you are friends after all, I don't see why not. Sure dear. I'll just be a moment." And Beatrice walked into the back room again.

Christine thought for a moment still holding the reins taut while Blair went back to her fixed pony girl pose again her head held a little higher and back to relieve some of the tension put on her tongue by her bridle bit.

"Pony girl, did anyone say for you to lower your leg?" she then swacked Blair on her rump again with her crop.

Blair let out a yelp and tried feverishly to quickly raise her left leg while remaining balanced on the other.

"You seem to be having a little problem holding that position. Maybe it would be better if you practiced prancing in place. Yes, I think that will be better. Now prance for me pony girl, PRANCE!" Again Christine swacked Blair on the side of her rump with her crop.

"That's a good little pony, raise those legs high, HIGHER I said! <swack> Keep your shoulders back and chest out. Be proud to be a pony girl, an animal, a slave... Good girl! Now lets go for a little walk around the room. When I pull on your reins like this, you will go to the left. When I pull them on this side, you will go to the right. And of course when I pull both sides together, hard, you stop. Ok my little horse, geddie-up." Blair began her slow prancing forward like a well-trained animal. The bells attached to her nipple rings bouncing and ringing for joy even though she felt the worst in her entire life. However, Christine was having the time of her life, leading her very own pony girl around the room by the reins. Blair was simply following orders and the pull of the reins controlling her. She was too scared and already in too much pain to do otherwise. She forced herself not to think about what was happening to her. She didn't care how stupid she looked acting like a trained animal, a prancing horse. She didn't care how embarrassed or angry she felt being controlled like a puppet on a string by a woman she loathed with every fiber of her being. For if she did, she knew she would cry buckets of tears from the utter shame, humiliation and the obscene perversity of it all. She did not think of the ramifications of her present situation. She just acted. And she certainly did not want to think of the future, for that was a nightmare she could not bear to ponder.

Beatrice entered the room and was joyfully surprised to see what Christine was doing with the made over horse girl. Christine caught Beatrice's surprised look and pulled back on the reins. "Woah pony girl, WOAH!" Blair instantly stopped when her tongue felt the weight of Christine's vindictiveness on the reins. Her breathing was fast and hard, retarded by the tight bra harness she was forced to wear.

<SWACK> . . . "Position pony girl! Remember. . . <SWACK> . . . POSITION!" Christine ordered after giving Blair two hard ones on each side of her rump. To which Blair yelped and quickly moved into her pony girl stationary pose. Again tormented tears flowing like faucets down both sides of her cheeks.

"My goodness that looked so delightful. Christine, you are a natural at being a dominatrix and a pony girl trainer. Just as your friend here is a natural submissive. It's too bad the two of you aren't Mistress and slave. But, alas, I must take your friend here back to her rightful owner and to fulfill the last part of her contract." Beatrice held out her hand for the reins and well used riding crop.

Christine felt so sad. Here she was having such great fun and now it was over just before it really began. She reluctantly handed the reins and crop over to Beatrice. And in return she received both the "before" and "after" picture of her conquered foe, Blair.

"Excuse me Aunt B, but do you know what the other part of the contract is and where I can contract this pony girl's owner?"

Blair closed her eyes with deep embarrassment. Here she was, an educated, cultured and capable adult woman, and these two women were talking about her as if she was a simple minded farm animal in need of looking after. She tried to hold back the tears and sniffles but it was too hard. "Well Christine, I don't know for sure, but rumor has it she is being transported in a horse trailer to a special private ranch on the outskirts of the city. There she is going to stay in a hay covered stall of a stables for a while, to be given further training as a pony girl. Girls usually remain there for no less than a month, sometimes longer, a lot longer if you catch my meaning dear." Upon hearing that horrific news, Blair began to move, but was brought up short by the quick jerking of her reins by Beatrice. "Steady girl, steady or I will use the crop on you. No point fretting about spilled milk now. Just be a well trained, obedient pony girl and your lot in life will go as easy as possible, resist and . . . well, you will soon find out that part quickly enough. Now assume the pose and be still! Good girl. Now, where was I?"

"You were going to tell me where to contact her room mate and owner Aunt B."

"Oh yes. Her name is Erin and you can reach her at the main desk. Just ask for her there or show them the pony girl's "before" picture I gave you and tell them you are looking for her friend. They'll fix you up. But now I am sorry to say we must leave. Your friend here needs to take a little trip and I need to start on another make over right quickly."

"Oh is it that Go Go Dancer I seen down the hall Aunt B?" "Oh no, she should be all finish by now. I have to work on a young woman named Gloria. It seems she was recently married to a wealthy older man. Her husband found out that she is nothing more than a gold digger and a tramp so he has arranged for a special make over for his new wife, unbeknown to the girl. He figures that since she wants to act like a disobedient bitch in heat, she might as well look like one. She is going to be made over into a puppy dog. She will have the skin, tail, muzzle, the whole nine yards of a furry little doggie. He has paid a lot of money for this transformation too, even spending big money on some special electrical devices that keep her from speaking and filtering sound going into her ears so she can only hear a limited number of commands and vocabulary. The rest is to be all jumbled. I dare say living like that for a month and she will come to believe she really is a little doggie. But if that is what people want, and have the money for it, the casino is more than willing to bend over backwards to fulfil their every dream. Good bye dear and thank you for your help. Time to go little pony, but before we do, how about giving your friend here a little whinny to say good-bye. Come on pony girl I know you can do it." Beatrice began using the crop on Blair's butt with ever increasing hardness until Blair finally gave a nice petite pony neigh. "That's a good pony girl. Good bye Christine, it was nice meeting you." Beatrice jerked on the reins and swacked her on the ass thus telling Blair to begin prancing, which she did. Beatrice slowly maneuvered her filly out of the room, through the back door and into a new lifestyle.

Christine kept looking at the "before" and "after" pictures in her hand as she walked out of the room and into the hallway from which she came. She could not believe what she had just witnessed and played a part in. The first thing on her list was to contact Erin, to see if she would mind if she could spend some time with her new pony girl, maybe even rent her out for awhile. Perhaps, if her luck still held out, she might be able to buy the pony girl from her. Now wouldn't that be something. Owning her very own human pony girl who happened to be the person she hated the most in life. That though made her already drenched pussy quivered with wanton joy. She could keep her at that ranch too, a pony girl forever!

Just then she heard someone say "EXCUSE ME!" She looked up and saw what looked like a table on wheels with an unconscious woman on it, naked and without any hair on her entire body. Christine jumped to the side and watch it pass. That must be Gloria she thought, the soon to be doggie. Pretty girl, too. Too bad she screwed up. She pondered the possibility of Blair being made over into a doggie too, that is after being a pony for a while. At that point she found herself in the lobby again. Bunny was still at her desk doing her nails and popping her gum. The ever vigilant bimbo on display.

Christine looked over to where she first seen Blair's "before" picture, it was still there. Along side of it was her "after" picture, her prancing happy pony girl picture, and the name tag below it. She chuckled to herself when she read it, "Boobsie, the Pony Girl". Then she though to herself, Oh yes, she will definitely see "Boobsie" again. Real soon.

The End