Chapter 9.

The communications department took up the entire third floor of the Bar None Enterprises Tower. The vice president in charge of communications, of course, had his office on the fiftieth floor, but the minions who did the actual work had their desks and terminals on the third floor.

The center area, immediately in front of the tubes, was the section in charge of electronic communication. Their duty was to ensure that every computer had at least one message each day advising the reader of the latest news regarding Bar None ponygirls. Thus, times, locations, and rental prices were well known to everyone.

Toward the back of the floor another section dealt solely with marketing new ponygirls. Generally, there was a burst of financial activity when a new ponygirl appeared. Their job was to ensure that the greatest return could be generated over the shortest period of time.

About noon, the CX403 report was generated. The various workers reviewed their lists. Any abnormalities were highlighted.

One worker (his name was Jim Stevens) sent item 55337 to review. The training period fell inside the normal parameters. Item 55337's training period was so short he wanted them to check to ensure that she had been released for rental. He certainly did not want to direct people to a new ponygirl who did not exist (or at least was not public yet).

The review section checked item 55337 against the various records input. The training time was unusually short but that unit had completed her training, gone through corporate orientation, and had been placed in public service. Approval to market item 55337 was sent back to Stevens.

He waited until five o'clock before making his first call. It was an accepted fact that there was a greater likelihood of someone being home during dinner. The A27 report gave the names and numbers. The prospective ponygirls, in their initial screening, had completed a list of their friends and acquaintances. This list became the A27 report. When he touched the screen opposite the first name, the computer dialed the number for him.

"Is this Penny Posy?"

"Yeah."

"Ms. Posy, my name is Jim Stevens. How are you today?"

"Okay."

"I'm calling from Bar None Enterprises. Do you know Linda Lawrence?"

Linda's first day in public service had started at dawn that morning. It took a while before she realized she was not back at the stable. Before most people were up, she had already trotted ten miles around the automatic walker.

When the first customers arrived, the grooms took her out for viewing. She trotted along behind the man, listening for His voice but did not hear it.

They put the ponygirls in a display corral. The corral had heavy wooden fences about it as though they were there to keep the ponygirls from escaping. They created the Western ambience. Six ponygirls were tethered at each viewing pole in the corral. This gave prospective renters plenty of room to inspect the ponygirls before renting them.

At that early hour there were few renters. Linda paced about the pole as far as the reins would allow. She wished He would come around to comfort her. She felt nervous about this.

After an hour on display, they returned her to the walker for another session of trotting around in a circle. (They could not afford to let her lose the tone her body had acquired through her physical training.) Back on display after that, she found herself rented out for the first time before noon.

When she returned to the stable, she found Him waiting for her. She sensed His presence even before he spoke.

"There you are. Good Girl. Good Girl."

The back of his left hand brushed across her nipples. Linda thoroughly enjoyed his touch.

"Good Girl. Good Girl."

He brushed out her ponytail before giving her a sugar cube.

She practically leaped with pride as He led her back to the display corral.

Four more times that day somebody rented her for a scenic ride through the park. By the third time the luscious ponygirl thought nothing of trotting down that path, hauling one or two people in the sulky. She sensed that she was more popular than the other ponygirls.

That evening He brushed her hair out.

"You know, not only are you the most beautiful ponygirl here, you are about the most popular. You move with a grace and style the others can't match."

He slipped her a sugar cube.

"Neigggghhhh," Linda uttered her thanks.

Her second full day as a ponygirl began as had her first. She exercised and soon found herself out in the display corral. That was when things began to change.

"There! That's her! That's the one!"

There always were so many squeals and comments when people saw the ponygirls that Linda paid no attention. It was no until a handler (not Him) led her from the corral that she recognized the voices.

"It is her!"

Linda froze. That was Penny's voice!

"Well, we always said she had the body of a ponygirl."

That was Molly's voice!

"Can we rent her? Can we rent her?"

"Sure. Make arrangements at the rental booth while I get her in a sulky."

He led Linda around to the side where they had the sulkies. They had trained her so well that it took them only a couple minutes to fasten her in the traces. Even so, when the groom brought the sulky around in front, Penny and Molly were already waiting.

Linda felt the weight of the sulky shift as the handler got off.

"What do we do?"

"We've never had a ponygirl before."

Linda stood patiently as the handler gave them instructions on how to handle her.

In a matter of minutes, she trotted down the path with Penny holding the reins. At the end, she brought the sulky to a halt by pulling back on the reins.

"Whoaaaa!"

She heard both coeds laughing as she came to a stop, the bit digging into the corners of her mouth. There had been no need for Penny to pull back so hard on the reins. She needed to take a few lessons from Him on the proper treatment of a ponygirl.

"Good, Girl. Good, Girl," Penny repeated as she stroked the brunette's nipples with the back of her hand.

As she did that, Molly scooted over to the driver's side of the sulky. Linda felt the sulky move as her friend slid into position.

Linda maintained the same pace returning to the rental booth. She wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

A groom came up to take the reins.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" she heard Molly yelled as she moved away from the sulky. Linda wondered if they were going to pay for another trip. Trotting down the path with a friend holding the reins certainly was more fun than exercising in the automatic walker.

"Damn! I don't have quarter. Give me a quarter!"

"Here. I got two."

Linda heard the clicking of a handle being turned.

"I got it."

"Wait for me."

"One at a time."

She felt fingers on her lips as Molly slipped the sugar cube into her mouth.

"Good, Girl. Good, Girl," she repeated in a low monotone as she stroked the brunette ponygirl's nipples with the back of her hand.

"Excuse me!" she heard Penny yell directly in front of her. That friend appeared on her left. Quickly she shoved another sugar cube in her mouth.

"Good Girl. Good Girl."

As the handler led her toward the display corral, she heard Molly say to Penny, "I'd kill to have a body like that!"

"Me, too."

Linda pranced along behind the handler, proud of the fact that her friends were jealous of her. 

Chapter 10.

Three paved trails led away from the stable. Within a few days, Linda knew every twist and turn of each of the three. She could anticipate the pull on the reins to guide her around turns.

During her first three days in public use, Linda broke all income records for new ponygirls. During her first ten days, every friend, every acquaintance came to try her out. Everyone whose name she put on the list came to see her those first few days. They talked to others who were in classes with her and they came to try her out. Guys who had admired her at a distance came. Some people came back second and third times, deciding it was more fun to rent a ponygirl you knew.

"You know, we should make this a weekly outing."

During those first three days, He did not have to put Linda in the automatic walker once. She got plenty of exercise trotting down the path. (In fact, she got more exercise than the other ponygirls who were placed in the walker.) When a handler brought her back to the stable at the end of the day, He brushed her hair and gave her a sugar cube.

After two weeks, the number of people renting her dropped off. New ponygirls were brought in, and they garnered most of the attention. Still, Linda was one of the most beautiful ponygirls they had (and by far the most obedient), so she was still popular. Maybe once or twice a day He put her in the automatic walker. He always was the one to take her back to the corral so she knew He remained there to watch her.

It seemed to Linda that since she had come to that park, everyone passed through. It was inevitable that Ken appear with a new girl friend.

"Have you ever ridden in a ponygirl sulky before?" she heard him ask. She instantly recognized his voice.

"No."

The girl did not seem that bright.

Ken raised his right hand to her exposed tits. He rubbed the nipples with the back of his hand.

"What are you doing?" she heard the bimbo ask.

"It's like petting a dog or horse."

"Can I do it?"

"Sure. You use the back of your hand like this. You reward the ponygirl for being good without copping a feel."

The girl was a blonde. Linda saw that when she got in her face as she stroked her nipples. Ken's actions had already made her nipples hard and pointed. She wished she could make them soft quickly, but she did enjoy it quite a lot. She was sorry when the blonde quit.

"Come on, let's ride."

She wondered if she took the two of them where she and Ken had gone on their date. Her knowledge of the park was limited to the paths only. She had no idea what was only a few inches beyond the edge.

"Whoa!"

He pulled back on the reins to get her to stop. She quickly decided he had pulled too hard. He needed some lessons on the proper way to handle a ponygirl and sulky.

She felt the sulky shift as the two got off. Maybe it was her imagination, but it seemed that the blonde weighed as much as Ken did.

She felt him extended the reins so he could tie them to something. Linda knew she would not run off. Once off the path she would be completely lost. If on her own, the best she could do was follow the path back to the rental booth.

There was nothing for Linda to do besides stare at the path before her. She flexed her arms, feeling the constraint of each strap and chain. She was not uncomfortable in that position, she just could not move much.

"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!" the blonde's cries came from the bushes. The cries of ecstasy were a little melodramatic.

"I wonder if he knows she's faking it," the beautiful ponygirl thought as the cries became louder. The final cry was a long, drawn out moan.

Ten or fifteen minutes later the two returned silently to the sulky. After Ken said, "Giddy up," neither said a word until they returned to the booth where a handler took over.

"A quickie, and then it's all over between them," Linda thought on her way to the corral.

Renters chose her three more times that day. She did not have to go in the automatic walker at all.

Late in the afternoon, the clouds blew in from the oceans. With the forecast of heavy rain, the grooms took the ponygirls into the stable for safety, six to a stall. For an hour, heavy rain pelted the city. The ponygirls listened nervously to the wind blowing from the safety of the stable. The rain did not start again that day, but the skies remained threatening. They kept the ponygirls inside so they would not have to prance through the mud in the corral.

Some other groom had led Linda into the stall. He came to her some minutes after the rain stopped. He slipped her a sugar cube first thing. Using the reins, he led her outside.

"The path's dried off so it's okay to use. They're going to close earlier. Rather than being in that walker, I thought you might like to take another circuit about the park."

Linda bobbed her head as she snorted through the bit.

In minutes he had her secured to a sulky. She felt the sulky shift as he sat on it.

"Giddy up."

She trotted out of the barn area and down the path, her hooved high heels pounding on the path. Her movements were graceful. Every step showed off her body.

He held her reins, and she was a contented, happy ponygirl.

The End.