We started off the following morning with what my Owner referred to as loosening up exercises.

Wearing the now obligatory bit and bridle with a rigid, wide throat collar in gold, I was also fitted with gold stay-put stockings and gold, full leg lacing high heeled sandals, before being led to the stable offices.

Madam Phyllida was waiting for me, dressed in a short black skirt, black top, black stockings and high heels.

In her hand, she held her riding crop.

“Now, Rainbow, I think you should have some pretty jewellery today”, and she produced a small box from her bag.

The pretty jewellery turned out to be a pair of nipple bells and a matching vulva bell, all in gold to compliment my harness, she said.

She then put me through the full training programme I had already been subjected to during my training before concentrating on movements that she thought I had become sloppy with.

Standing with one leg raised and upper leg parallel with the floor, she slipped her whip under my leg, urging me to raise my leg higher until she was satisfied with my posture.

After that, I was instructed to stand on one leg, perfectly still, until she told me to change over.

The slightest movement caused my nipple bells to tinkle and she tut-tutted the first time, but gave me a light cropping when it happened again.

Overall though, the morning was spent fairly pleasantly; rather this than working in the woods.

The afternoon was spent working in the woods in my work harness, with Aurora sharing the shafts with me.

A late trot to the castle followed, to deliver wood. Then a leisurely canter back with our peasant taking it easy as we did almost what we wanted to do.

Every morning for the next two weeks, I was put through the same routine until my Owner considered that I was as good as I could be. I thought that, as well and enjoyed the strictness of her control.

For the two weeks after that, I was again put through my paces with four leg Spanish dancing and two legged Spanish dancing, the difference being that when I was on two legs, my glooves where held in front of my breasts and I had to sway my hips and thighs from side to side as I performed my zigzag dance.

She also had me on the catwalk, or should that be the pony walk, and I absolutely loved that.

I could really prance down the walkway, hips swinging, breasts moving with fluid beauty as I stalked along the walkway. My beautiful tail swirled and swished across the backs of my shooved legs as I displayed.

I really looked forward to the ultimate performance in front of my Owner, Members and staff of Castle Brno which had been set for late autumn.

In the meantime I was kept busy every day when my Owner had finished with me.

It was back into work harness and out in the woods or fields, harnessed either on my own or as a member of

a team and working with the peasants again..

Twice during the following weeks, my Owner trotted me to outlying villages, and because it was so far and she didn’t want me to become overworked, she had Aurora bundled on the sulky carrier for the return trip.

That meant that I was bundled on the carrier on the return, even though I would have been more comfortable following on my loose reins.

Madame Phyllida was. I am sure, aware of this as she had a rather wicked smile on her lips as she strapped us to the carrier.

All I could do as I was strapped in place was growl and cry behind my bit, but that made no difference, she still strapped me to the metal frame. I hated the trip back; I was almost seasick with the slightly jerky movement of the sulky as Aurora trotted home.

Training and work seemed to blend into one long period as the gala evenings drew nearer.

The trainers and stable girls held a sort of preview to see how the ponies competing, compared with each other.

Harnessed in one of my more pretty leathers, I was lucky enough to be placed second overall.

The whole evening covered the ponywalk, some Spanish two legged dancing to music and of course, general appearance and carriage.

I was awarded a red ribbon, which was clipped to my shoulder strap so that I could see it flutter across my shoulder as I was led in the finale parade by Poppy.

I felt so proud and if the truth were told, just a little snooty about my placing.

William and Robert declared themselves very pleased with the way the first three performed and said that it reflected on them as they were the trainers.

That night, I replaced my little round friends for the first time since my episode with Miss Black.

The walking machine was brought into my life as a replacement for outside trotting.

Now, my Owner could sit watching me from in front, and control my movement and my speed with a touch of a button.

We always started these sessions with a very slow, high step, followed by a slightly faster walk, then a trot and from that a fast trot to a run, my shooves clattering on the belt below my shooves.

Robert also introduced me to Bessie, a real horse.

There now, we weren’t the only livestock on this Estate.

“Bessie,” said Robert, “Is a champion Spanish Dancer and I want you to watch how she does it, and then follow her”.

He allowed me to stand at the side of the ring as he started the music and he was right; Bessie was a Spanish Dancer. Her hooves clipped and clopped as she pranced and swayed to the time of the music, her legs moving in perfect harmony with each other, tail swirling around her haunches.

I watched her for some time before Robert had me stand beside her and copy the movements of her front legs.

The ignominy of it all; being shown what to do by a horse!

Dance movements were all sequenced to the crack of a whip, changing direction and tempo at each one.

Even Bessie knew how to do that!

As the show got closer, they stepped up my routine and eventually, two weeks before the event, I was in training all the time. To counteract the stress and strain, I was given pamper evenings three time as week and that had a wonderful effect on my morale.

To be pampered and given special treatment and diet was like being treated like royalty to me.

I absolutely loved it and savoured every sweet moment of it.

On the day of the show, Madame Phylidda appeared in the stables very early, as I was putting on my stockings and shooves.

In her hands she carried a new bridle and bit for me, the metal bit jointed in the centre.

Carefully she fitted the harness to my head, checking the fit of the bit in my mouth.

“Perfect, Rainbow”, she commented with satisfaction, “Made especially for this occasion”.

I nodded my head and stamped my shoove to show how I liked it.

She reached forward and cupped my breast in her hand, flicking my nipple with her thumb.

“I think, Rainbow, that you have a very good chance to win this completion, and if you do, then I shall show my appreciation”.

I whinnied a little behind my bit and my eyes told her that I would try my very best to please her.

She stood watching as, leaning forward slightly I carefully reached behind me and inserted my show tail, and I heard her wince slightly as it plopped into place. I wiggled my bottom to seat it properly; aware that as I carried out this operation, she was obviously imagining what it would feel like if she did it to herself.

I smiled secretly, as I clattering out of my stall into the main corridor where Robert stood waiting for me.

Minutes later, I was ready and he led me from the stables to the courtyard.

There, he gave me a thorough examination before leading me over to the barred waggon that would take the six of us to Castle Brno. Another six were brought from the other stable in Section 2.

By the time we were ready to go, the others were being allocated their tasks for the day, standing out in the courtyard.

All of them shook their heads and whinnied at the six of us in the cage, bells and chains tinkling and clinking as they bade us good luck.

That day was about the longest I have ever spent.

In all I had four harnesses changes and competed in seven competitions.

I was entered for Dressage, and was shown on a short rein by Bryony, which I won.

Then, after a watering break, it was Pairs Trotting partnered by Blaise and under the control of William.

We came second in that as well.

There was a longish break whilst the onlookers took refreshment then we started again.

We were drawn in threes, for Triple Trotting and again, it was William who controlled us around the course, our bells and metalwork tinkling and jingling as we moved in unison.

Our team where adjudged first in that as well.

Then Solo Sulky Trotting where I had to show my best high stepping whilst trotting in the shafts of an

empty sulky.

I came second in that, the winner being Fyrestorm.

I had a harness changed for that contest.

Triple Sulky Trotting followed and we were third in that contest, for Eden stumbled at one point, due, she said later to her new shooves which she had only worn twice before.

After that, there was long break when we were rested, hitched to a rail being watered and wiped down by the peasants.

We were all glad of the break, for the day had been very stressful as well as very energetic. All of us were very much aware of the display we made for our Owners and were aware that some would be pleased and some would not.

A change of harness once more and the final competition was announced by Robert.

By then all the Members were watching, discussing our various merits and weaknesses as they waited for the first contestant.

The first ponygirl into the ring was Sable a pony from Section 2.

We were all allowed to watch her performance as she danced to Spanish Flamenco music, light on her shooves, dainty and pretty in her harness which had been specially designed for Spanish Dance, with some Spanish influence. She even wore a bridle and bit with a mantilla, which also gave her a slight mystic appearance.

She won heavy applause from the assembly and even we ponygirls had to show our appreciation of her act by stamping our shooves and whinnying.

Nyteflyte followed Sable and then it was my Showtime.

I had a harness change for this event, ruby everything, even my tail.

I stood, erect and proud at the side of the ring, waiting for the crack of Robert’s whip.

The music started and the whip cracked and I immediately moved into my first routine, delighting in the

movements that I had perfected, flowing from body movement to body movement and from shoove to shoove, obeying every snap of the whip as I danced as never before in front of my Owner, aware of no-one else in the assembly.

The only thing that mattered to me was that my Owner was watching every step I made and every movement that my harness encased body made as I simply flowed around the ring in response to Robert’s whip.

Finally, the music reached a crescendo and so did the cracks of the whip and I stopped dead in my tracks at the very instant the music stopped.

I got a standing ovation from the Members and as I stood panting for breath, my breasts heaving in their leather restraints, I was joined by the others before being led, prancing, around the ring to the final applause of the onlookers.

I saw that my Owner was absolutely ecstatic and was being congratulated by women on either side of her.

Led out of the ring to subsiding applause, we were then chained to a central chain before being taken round to the staff courtyard, where we were tethered to a rail and left to the mercies of the peasants once more, being watered, touched and groped by them as they washed us down lightly and dried us off.

It was beginning to get dark when we were once more led into the ring.

The only winner that had not been announced was for Spanish Dancing and we all waited, bits held hard in our mouths as the third prize was announced. Sable!! We all whinnied with delight.

Second was Nyteflyte and again we all showed our approval.

First prize was then announced and we all held stood with bated breath as the name was announced.

I hardly took in my name which was second to Fyrestorm. We were joint winners!!

How absolutely wonderful was that? I was a winner as well!!

I could hardly believe it.

Then we all waited impatiently as the final winner was announced and again, I could not believe it when, “It is with great pleasure that we announce the winners as Rainbow, joint overall winner with Nyteflyte”.

The assembly went wild, clapping and cheering as we were led before them, prancing to the music that started up, each doing a bit of our dance as we were led round the ring by our reins.

I never heard who came second or third, my mind was a blank; all I could think of was that my name had been called out as a First Prize Winner.

The other girls showed their delight by jumping up and down and whinnying as their metalwork and bells added to the noise.

Miss Black was the one who pinned our gold rosettes to our bridles and proffered each of us a slice of sweet apple.

By the time our Owners and the Members had been to see us and congratulate all of us on such a splendid show, it was really late.

Madame Phyllida stood by me all the time, holding my reins close to my bit as she received the congratulations of all the onlookers, caressing my breasts as she talked to me and them.

I showed myself to my best ability, prancing and posturing in front of the assembly.

And then, it was over. The crowd started to disperse, and we were left with our stable staff and Owners, who left shortly after the rest.

Finally, the excitement amongst us died down and the stable girls started to load us back into our cages for the journey back to our various stables.

When, finally, we were toileted, showered and fed, it was very late indeed and as soon as my head touched the pillow, I was asleep.

My Owner appeared quite early the following morning and told me that I was to be taken to the castle for the day.

I was harnessed in the most beautiful outfit I had seen in a long time.

Not really a ponygirl harness, more a show harness.

Light leather straps encircled my breasts, held in place by a neck strap,

Around my waist a leather belt to which was attached a lightweight saddle complete with pretty gold coloured stirrups.

My bridle and bit were a really fine example of a leather workers art. A fine metal hinged bit which fitted so comfortably in my mouth and was held there by an under chin strap and another strap over the bridge of my nose.

It felt so comfortable that I hardly knew I was wearing one.

My bridle had small side blinkers attached the fine straps over the top of my head and that also was such a perfect fit that I hardly knew I was wearing it.

My tail was just beautiful, golden blonde and made from the finest hair I had ever seen, it swirled and danced against the back of my legs at the slightest movement I made. And so light as well, it was held in place by a series of golden leather straps curving between and around my thighs and pressing into my vagina entrance and holding it high between my buttocks.

Finally, my shoes, golden sandals, high heeled with really ‘girlie’ spurs at the heels and clear sides decorated with sparkly gold stars.

Not the sort of shoe that one would want to trot in, but certainly shoes to prance and preen in. They were just beautiful.

For the journey to the castle, I was given a pair of shooves more suited to the track, than were my pretty high heels.

Once I had them on, Marigold tethered me to a sulky drawn by Blaise and we set of at a steady trot to the castle.

I thoroughly enjoyed that journey, the birds singing in the tees, the leaves changing colour and beginning to fall now, and just the fresh air on my skin and in my lungs, made me so pleased to be alive.

At the castle, Blaise was presented to some of the Members for their amusement, whilst I was led to the staff hall where I changed into my high heels again, before being led through to the Members apartments.

Once more led to Madam Phyllida’s apartment, I found her this time dressed in jodhpurs and knee length high heeled boots.

Over a white blouse she wore a black tunic and her hair was in heavy braids at the back of her neck. In her glove covered hands, she carried a riding switch.

She stood watching me as I nodded my head to her, before slipping carefully to my knees and giving obeisance to her.

Her switch touched my breast and she lifted it up, indicating that I should rise.

“I am so pleased with you, Rainbow,” she said, “That I intend to parade you today in front of the other Members so that they can see for themselves what a really good ponygirl looks and acts like”.

I nodded my head and stamped my left high heel on the thick carpet.

She laughed at that.

“This is much better than working in the woods with those rough peasants, isn’t it”, she said and again I had to agree with her.

She led me by my reins down the main staircase stopping at every Member so that they could touch me and feel my body as they inspected me from top to bottom.

I mean that literally, because a number of them where really interested to see how my tail fitted into me.

I was pleased to exhibit myself by leaning forward with my legs apart so that they could see that my tail was really set inside me and not merely strapped to my through harness.

Several of them actually wondered how it felt to have one inserted and how they would feel if they had to wear one all day like us.

Paraded through the castle and outside, I enjoyed every minute of my visit to the castle that day.

My Owner had me stand beside her table as she took her lunch, occasionally reaching up to touch my nipples or stroke my thrusting breasts.

Of course, I played up to her, moving my body slightly as she stroked me and for that I was given some morsels of fruit from her sweet plate, which I found very refreshing.

The afternoon was spent outside being led by different Members as they had me display myself to their satisfaction.

I played the coquette a little to act more like a playful pony and that delighted them immensely.

Eventually, however, the day drew to a close and once more I changed my footwear and was tethered to the sulky for the returning trot to Home Farm and my stable.

It was as we entered the woods that Marigold stopped us and suggested that I go into the shafts and give Blaise a rest. I agreed to that by stamping my shoove and nodding and it was I who brought the sulky back to Home Farm, thoroughly enjoying the chance to work after a day of mincing in front of the Members.

Back at Home Farm, I found that the rosettes from the previous evening now adorned the gate to my stall.

I could see them every day as I entered and left my home.

The following morning, I was back in work harness and once more working for my living.

Just make certain that I didn’t get too big headed by my successes, I was driven by Marigold to the training field where she hitched me to the small plough that was used to turn the surface over in order to keep it loose and clean.

I worked there all morning before being given to a peasant who hitched me with Blaise and then drove us as we ploughed a small vegetable garden at the back of our stables.