10. Tracy Meets the Sheik and Tawnie.

Jasmine headed for the bathroom to get ready to go out when there was a knock on the door. "Tamar, would you get the door and let Tracy in."

"Sure thing," answered Tamar.

As she flung the door open she said, "Well it's about time you---Oh my God, I'm sorry your Highness." She knelt in the fetal possession, head bowed, with her forehead touching the floor.

"You my rise Tamar, I take it you were expecting someone else?" He had on that understanding smile of his.

"Please forgive me your Highness; we were expecting a friend over. She should be here any time now."

"Hey, Tamar, have Tracy get herself a soda, I will be out in a few minutes," shouted Jasmine from the bedroom.

"Ok, will do," said the Sheik in a booming voice. "Should I get one for me, too?"

"Father," shouted Jasmine, running out of the bedroom with one sock on, carrying the other, along with her sneakers. She dropped the sneakers and ran to him, giving him a big hug. "Oh Father, I missed you so much."

"My, I wonder what I would get if I brought you a gift? Well it just so happens that I did."

"Is it out in the hall? Can I..."

Just then there was a knock on the door and Tamar went to open it. Standing there was Tracy, dressed in an old pair of cut-off blue-jeans that fit her like a second skin and showed off her magnificently long legs. She had on a shirt that was most likely her father's, brother's or boy-friend's. It was at least two sizes to big and had it tied just under her breasts, showing off her midriff and flat belly.

"Tracy, I would like you to meet my Father, His Highness, Sheik Abdul El Casine."

"Very pleased to meet you your Highness," said Tracy, curtsying and bowing her head, not realizing that her shirt was open and, not wearing a bra, was giving the Sheik a very private showing of her shapely assets.

"Tracy, you my rise, you are a most gracious young lady. I think I have seen all that was necessary to see."

"Oh my God," replied Tracy, "Please forgive me. I never meant to embarrass you, I am truly sorry." She was beet-red from head-to-toe and trying franticly to cover up.

"I understand, it is partly my fault, I guess that I should have phoned ahead and let Jasmine know that I was coming over."

"Thank you, your Highness, it will never happen again."

Jasmine and Tamar were trying desperately to control their laughter but every once in awhile little bursts of laughter would escape.

"All right now, it was not that funny," said the Sheik. "Tracy is embarrassed enough."

"We are not laughing at Tracy's embarrassment father, but you should see the look of embarrassment on your face. I never saw you blush such a deep red."

"Okay, enough said about that. Would you like to take a ride with me to see your surprise? It's so large that I had to leave part of it outside and part of it at a friend's house."

"Outside, she wondered." Then the light dawned, she ran down two flights of stairs. Parked in front of the door was a brand-new, black, Hummer H2 with a huge red bow across the roof and on the windshield a card with the name, 'Jasmine's'

"I'm doing to go get the girls and then go for a ride to see the other part of my gift."

"Jasmine wait, I want to talk to you privately about something important first. Go tell Tamar and Tracy you will take them next time."

Jasmine knew, by the tone of his voice, that this was serious and for her ears only. She went upstairs and told them that she and her father had to leave but she would be back as soon as possible.

As they rode the Sheik said nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual, like how was school, was she having a good time, but nothing about home. He never once mentioned Tawnie, Sylvia, the other ponies or about the Estate. This was unlike him; these were his prized possessions and always talked about them.

As they entered the entrance of the farm the first thing that impressed her was the high stone fence surrounding the entrance, it had to be over six-feet high. The Sheik pushed a button on a remote control and the gate opened for them to enter. As soon as they passed, the gate closed automatically. The road wound through the trees and opened to a vast sea of green lawn. From this spot you could not see the entrance to the front gate. In front of them stood the farm house, three stories high and over one-hundred feet long.

"This place must belong to the President or some---Daddy did you buy this place?"

"Yes, do you like it? It's yours; you and Tamar can live here while attending school. Come on I'll show you around. As they headed towards the house the blacksmith came from around the corner.

"Why is our smithy here?"

"I needed him to do some special iron and metal work."

"How are you doing, my princess? I see that you are looking well."

"Yes, and you look well."

"Thank you, I would love to stay and talk but I have more work to finish. He headed towards the barn with tools in hand.

"Let's head into the house, I think you might be surprised. On the main floor is the den, pallor and dining room with an extra large eat-in kitchen. A large master bedroom with its own bath plus two more large bedrooms and a bath, upstairs are four more bedrooms that can be used as servant's quarters."

As they headed into the master bedroom a woman was making up the king size four poster bed. Her back was to them and Jasmine did not recognize her until the woman turned around.

"Sylvia!" cried out Jasmine joyously. She ran over to Sylvia and put her arms around her, giving her a bear hug that almost took her breath away. "How is my Tawnie? How is Midnight, did she have her foal yet? What about Goldwing and Redwing, how are they doing? Are you going to be staying here?"

"So many questions, where should start? Let's see, Midnight gave birth to a healthy, adorable, little filly, Goldwing's fillies are growing into pretty foals and Redwing is still growing," she laughed. And as far as my staying here, my new husband would miss me terribly."

"Your, your new husband?

Yes, spoke the Sheik, I released Sylvia from bondage and she married the overseer a little over two weeks ago."

"Oh, I am so happy for you - and him. But what about my pony, what about my Tawnie?"

That's why I wanted to talk to alone, she...

Interrupting her father, "She's not hurt, oh God no, she's not..."

"No she's not dead. There was an incident at the Estate and she received a few minor cuts and burses. She needed some stitches but will be just fine."

"I want to go home now! I want to see my Tawnie and take care of her myself." Jasmine started to cry."

"Come on let's go for a walk and talk this out. You too Sylvia, join us will you? As they walked the Sheik continued, I know how much you miss Tawnie and want to care for her but you have school to attend."

"I can still care for Tawnie and attend school, too."

They had now walked to the entrance of the workshop. The Sheik opened the door and held it open for Jasmine and Sylvia to enter. Jasmine couldn't believe it, it was a stable, complete with four stalls, a tack room and a washrack. From one of the stalls Jasmine heard a familiar whinny.

"Oh my God, it's Tawnie! Father its Tawnie, I know it is!"

"Well then why are you standing here? I am sure she misses you as much as you miss her."

Jasmine ran as fast as she could, flew open the stall gate and flung her arms around her lovely pony. "Oh Tawnie, I missed you so much, I love you!"

The Sheik and Sylvia were standing at the gate watching. "Father, I love you. Thank you for bringing me my precious Tawnie."

"Don't thank just me; it was Sylvia that stood up nights nursing Tawnie back to health.

Jasmine walked over to Sylvia and gave her a big hug. "Sylvia, you are the best, I am so grateful to you. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

"Thank you my Princess, it was a pleasure and an honor to help in any way I could."

"Father, what about the one that did this to Tawnie?"

"Not to worry, he has been taken care of; it was Goldwing that saw him take Tawnie from the paddock and told the overseer. I found out that he was the one who beat Goldwing and threatened to take away her foals, and sell them. He wanted to buy Tawnie, and when I wouldn't sell her, he beat her."

Jasmine just stood there, thinking, she had that faraway look in her eyes.

"We have a lot of work to do, you and Tamar have to pack, rent a trailer and haul all your stuff over here. Sylvia will be here for the rest of the week and take good care of Tawnie."

Jasmine, Tamar, and even Tracy, helped in packing. She would still be tutoring them three times a week at the farm. It would be a nice break away from school.

They were sitting around sipping on sodas when Jasmine asked, "Tracy, what are your plans for this Thursday? I know that it a day of giving thanks here, and I have plenty to give thanks for. I/we would like you to spend the day at the farm enjoy the solitude."

"Gee, Jasmine, I don't want to intrude on your family."

"Intrude, you, never! It will not be anything special, just some good old fashion Islamic dishes and I want to taste your turkey diner. Tamar said that it is - what did she say it was - oh yeah, scrumptious?"

Tracy started to laugh, "Yeah, I guess you could call it that. I would be honored to be your guest for Thanksgiving diner."

"For Thanksgiving diner! No! for the entire week! Pack a few things; we leave here after we're packed.

The diner was spectacular; everything was delicious, especially, according to Tamar, the icecream. They were sitting down having coffee when Jasmine spoke up, Tracy, how would you like to move in with us?' I talked it over with My Father and Tamar and they both thought it a great idea. You would have one of the downstairs bedrooms and not have to pay for your dorm room or food. Father said that he would even throw in a little extra to help out."

"Golly, I - when...

"Come on, say yes, besides, I won't let you say no."

"Okay, if you put it that way, how can I say no?"

"Good, let's go for a walk, I've got something to do and I want to show you something.

As they headed towards the workshop Jasmine asked, "Tracy, can you keep secrets? I know you heard Tamar and I talk about ponies and riding and racing them?"

"Sure, are they some kind of special breed that no one knows about?"

"You might say that, I have to be sure that you won't tell a soul what I am about to show you."

"I promise Jasmine, what you tell me in confidence stays that way."

"Okay then here goes. As Jasmine opened the door to the workshop, Tracy couldn't believe what was before her, the most immaculate stable she ever saw. There were four stalls, two on each side, each big enough to house two full size horses. Along one wall was a tack room and across from that a washrack.

"We must be very quiet, she might be sleeping," said Jasmine whispering.

As the crept into the stable they stopped in front of the far right stall. Tracy couldn't believe what she saw. Standing before them was the most magnificent, incredible sight that she ever saw. Standing before them, with her back to them, was a woman wearing a very tight gold metal belt around her waist and a gold band around her neck. Her hands looked to be locked behind her back, wrist-to-opposite elbow, with gold bands. She had gold bands around her upper thighs, just below the crest of her ass and sprouting from her ass - a tail. The brand burned into her upper left ass-cheek could easily be seen. But the most striking thing about her were her feet, they were not feet but hooves, horses hooves.

As the pony heard Tracy gasp, she turned around and started to bow to her mistress. Tawnie just stood there in mid stride, unable to move.

"Oh my God, it can't be, Sue Jones, but I, we, we all thought you were dead!"

"Tracy, you know my pony Tawnie!"

"Know her, hell yes; she was my dorm roommate the first half of my junior year. After her parents died in an auto accident she took the Spring semester off to travel. She disappeared while on vacation, somewhere in Eastern Europe, I think?"

Jasmine had Tracy sit on a bail of hay and told her how she came to acquire Tawnie through a birthday gift from Tamar's uncle. "I have owned her for a little over eight months now. Does seeing your friend here, like this, upset you?

"Surprised at seeing Sue again, yes, upset, no! To be perfectly honest, I have seen ponygirls on the internet but never thought that I would see one in person or be this close to one. Ah, can I ask a personal question?"

"Sure, ask any question that you like."

"Those cuts and bruises, did you...?

"Never! They were done the day I left for school by a mean cruel man that took her for a ride even though he knew he was not allowed to do so. He tried to buy her but my Father would not sell her, so when no one was looking he beat her and left her. It was Sylvia who found her and nursed her back to health. I love my pony Tawnie dearly and will let no harm come to her anymore."

"May I, you know, examine her?"

"Tawnie, come and show Tracy your pretty decorations."

Tawnie pranced over to Tracy and proudly stood before her in perfect pony stance. Tracy saw how the bands were locked on, that the nipples were pierced and the rings and bells attached. The rings looked to be made from a solid piece. One had to look closely to see the fine line where the ends met to make a perfect circle. The piercing of the nether lips, the rings inserted and the bells attached and the small locks.

Tracy ran her hands over Tawnie's sleek body, around her waist, her flaring hips and her strong muscular thighs. She cupped one of Tawnie's magnificently shaped breasts and tweaked the nipple making the bells ring.

"Sue, I mean Tawnie; I never would have thought that you had such large firm breasts or such long lovely teats." Tracy looked over to Jasmine and continued, "Those look good enough to suck on!"

"It is one of the side benefits of the injections to start her lactating. One of the side benefits of the injections is it causes the breasts to grow at least two cup sizes, and the teats to extend. Be my guest, she hasn't been milked yet and would be happy to let you have a taste of her sweet milk."

Tawnie knelt before Tracy, offering her teat to her past roommate. Tracy placed it in her mouth and started to suckle on Tawnie's offered teat. After a few minutes she stopped and spoke to Jasmine. "If I didn't know any better, I would swear I tasted something like this before."

Jasmine started to laugh, "you did silly, remember the cream you put in your coffee and the butter you spread on your biscuits, where did you think they came from?"

"WOW!" was all that Tracy could say.

"Time to go to work!" Tracy watched as Tawnie was placed over a waist- high bench with her breasts hanging over. Jasmine, took a swab and applied a small amount of alcohol to Tawnie's teats, using both hands, took each of Tawnie's teats in between thumb and forefinger and started to gently tug and squeeze, bringing forth streams of Tawnie's sweet milk, filling the bucket set beneath her.

"Gee, I'd like to try that, Jasmine would you teach me how?"

"Sure, first thing in the morning, it's easy. Help me clean Tawnie and then we can go in and have some icecream."

They brought the little pony to the washrack, released her arms from behind her back and attached them to a chain hanging from the ceiling. She was washed down and then shaved. This is the part Tawnie loves the best, her juices started to flow and a moan from deep in her throat could be heard.

"It sounds like she enjoys being shaved?" asked Tracy.

"See that ring and chain hanging between her nether lips, well it's attached to her clitoris which was also pierced. When I gently tug on it while shaving her it starts her juices flowing. It effects some but not all. You might say that Tawnie is lucky in that respect but she has never been allowed to reach full orgasmic release.

"Let's put this little pony to bed and get that icecream. I think you might like the taste," she laughed. "Tomorrow it will be your turn to milk Tawnie."

As they were walking towards the house, Tracy said, "You know, I envy you Jasmine, if I had the place and the funds to keep a pony, I would love to have a pony like yours."

The next morning Jasmine and Tracy, along with Tamar, headed to the stable. It was Tracy's turn to milk the little mare.

"First things first," announced Jasmine. "We have to release Tawnie from the collar chain, remove her tail and lead her out to the paddock so she can relieve herself and run free while we clean her stall, get fresh drinking water, cut fresh fruit and vegetables, along with barley and oats. You never feed meat to a pony; you can feed them fish or cooked chicken once in a while to diversify their diet. If she has been good I mix a little honey into the oats and barley"

They headed to the paddock and when Tawnie saw them she came prancing over, curtsied and bowed her head, waiting for her owner to pet her and run her fingers through her mane. "Come on my pretty, time for you bath."

Tawnie needed no lead, she followed them to the washrack, let Jasmine release her arms and attach them to the hanging chain.

"Tracy, I am going to let you have the honors this morning, you will need the practice."

Tracy started by washing Tawnie's mane.

"Wait, the first thing is to reinsert the tail; then you can wash both at the same time."

Jasmine showed Tracy how to lubricate the plug and anus, gently insert it until it is firmly seated.

Tracy wasn't sure if she had done it just right, she asked Tawnie, "How does that feel Tawnie, did I hurt you?"

Tawnie swished her tail and shook her head 'no'.

Jasmine and Tamar burst out laughing, "Ponies can't talk; did you ever hear a pony answer, "Oh no mistress, it felt just great, you shoving that huge butt-plug up my ass."

Tracy started laughing, "Nope, can't say that I have." She was starting to get the idea of just how much work it is to own a pony. Then Jasmine handed her a key-ring with a small key on it.

"What is this key for?"

"Well, I don't know how long its been, but I like to clean her dildo at least once a week and this seems like a good time for you to learn how. Unlock her nether rings, reach in and remove the dildo, but be careful not to pull out the catheter, it's a pain to get back in. wash the dildo good, apply some disinfectant and then douche her insides also. Reinsert the dildo and relock her nether rings. This part should be done at least once a week to keep her disease free and healthy."

My God, I didn't realize how much work it was to keep a pony."

"To keep a 'pony' is not as hard as it is to own a 'ponygirl.' We're still not done. She has to be milked and groomed; her mane and tail curried out and then powder her nether region. Still want to own a ponygirl?"

It was another hour before they finished and headed towards the house. Jasmine spoke up first, real serious this time, "Tracy, my Father wants to talk to you about something important; he will be in the den waiting for you."

Tracy didn't know why Jasmine's Father would want to speak to her; she could think of nothing that she did wrong. 'Oh, it must be about the incident back at the dorm,' she thought. 'I'll try to make him understand that I meant no disrespect and ask for his forgiveness.'

She went to the den, finding the door closed, she knocked gently and waited. "Come in," came the response from behind the door.

Tracy slowly walked into the room, approached the Sheik, curtsied and bowed. "Your Highness, you asked to see me."

"Please rise and be seated Tracy, We have to have a talk about something important."

"Your Highness, about the incident back at the dorm, I am truly..."

"That, think no more of it, it is in the past, although most enjoyable, but that's not why I wish to talk to you. I understand that you, Jasmine and Tamar are becoming good friends?"

"Yes your Highness, I like them a lot."

And I understand that Tawnie, Jasmine's little pony, was your roommate, is that right?"

"Yes you Highness."

"And what do you think of what happened to her, do you approve of her transformation?"

"May I speak candidly and open your Highness?"

"Yes, please do, I want your honest opinion."

"Sue was always very pretty, but was a shy, meek girl in school. She didn't make many friends, but the ones she had, she was very loyal to. But to see her now, she stands proud and erect, her head held high. I think that this is what she truly wants. No your Highness, I am not ashamed of or for Tawnie, nor do I, or ever will I, belittle her in anyway. She is happy and content, knowing that she is loved and cared for. I can also see and feel the trust Tawnie has in Jasmine, she loves her deeply."

"If I was jealous, and I might be a little, I would love to own such a loving mare as Tawnie."

"And that brings us to another subject." I also know you tutor Jasmine and Tamar in English, three times a week, for the sum of two-hundred dollars. Is this correct?"

"Yes your Highness, it may seem high, but it is the rate Jasmine offered and would not take no for an answer."

The Sheik started to laugh, "That sounds like her, no concept of money. I would never pay that. If you would like to live here and tutor English," he paused.

'This is it, the end of my tutoring, thought Tracy.

The Sheik continued, "Your salary will be raised to twenty-six thousand a year with full benefits."

"Twe, twe, twenty thou..."

"No Tracy, not twenty thousand, twenty-six thousand!"

She fainted!