Six lovely young ladies have volunteered to go to school. I hope they find their stay both educational and exciting.
Disclaimer: I do not condone violence against women, nor subscribe to or support any theory that women are inferior to men. All six ladies gave their prior permission to being represented here.
As for the narrator, well- he's not the Narrator of Emily fame; we'll have to find out who he is.
Introductions
Waiting in a small comfortable room were six young ladies, just waiting to become ponies.
First was Rhea, or Acorn. A ginger-haired, green-eyed, fair-skinned lady of 4'11'' with the figure of a taller pony compressed into an hourglass figure, all curves and breasts, and hips and ass.
She had a very nervous look about her, but tried to hide it, smiling encouragingly at her sister ponies. She had the definite look of a pony who would be obedient and always try to please.
Next was Samantha, as she preferred to be known.
She had Raven black hair that glittered almost blue in the sunlight. Her eyes were sky blue and her skin a golden tan. She was very tall, standing almost 6'2'' and her body was well-defined: thin where a lady should be, and curved where where a lady should be.
She had said she was willing to try about anything at least once, and she had the smile lines of a person always happy and out going when ever the world and people about her permit.
I had her down as being a pony of spirited obedience; happy to obey, but not afraid to dig in her heels.
Third was a miss Aubrey, or 'Stella' as she would be known as a pony.
She had long Jet black hair that goes just past her shoulders, piercing green eyes and pasty white skin. She stood about 5'4'' and was built little better than average with strong legs.
I had her down as an obedient pony.
After her came Mina.
'Tabby' she was called here.
Her hair was brown and layered, with eyes of the same color and soft white skin. Standing 5' 1", she had a real bikini body- lovely curves, nice sized butt, b cup.
From the look of her, she could either be an obedient pony, or a stiff-necked pony; she might swing either way.
Next was Meredith Brown.
Copper Penny was her name here: age 23, shoulder length, gently curling brown hair; green hazel-flecked eyes. She stood about 5' 5", slightly overweight, ample breasts, narrow waist but wide-hipped.
She was dressed casually in jeans and a loose t-shirt. She had the air of a person usually a leader in whatever she does. But shy and self-conscious waiting, she clearly wanted to let someone else be in charge.
And last, but not least came Chrys, or Lyra here: Her hair was light brown, blue-eyed and pale-skinned, she was shorter than average, I suppose, around 5ft. She was curvy in the breasts and hips, but skinny. She was rather shy, and quite new to all of this. But she had an air of interest and adventure that would make her stand out from any crowd.
A very obedient pony, I thought. As long as she knew what was wanted of her.
And that was the first class of the Ponygirl school. I could only hope, as I stepped in to introduce myself, that I could fulfill their hopes of what lay before them.
The ponies stilled, and glanced at me as I stepped into the room. "I am Joseph Charbonnier; welcome to my school. From henceforth, you will answer to no name but your pony name. This is to protect your anonymity"(very important)"as well as to help you adjust to your new role here," I glanced them over. "Now take off all your clothes."
None of the ponies protested; they all knew this was coming, but the suddenness of it was clearly a surprise, and none of them moved for a moment.
Acorn stood to her feet, and a little nervously, and pulled her shirt off over her head; in a trice she stood there naked, the light picking out detail of her fair skin and soft curves. She glanced hesitantly about, then cocked her right hand on her hips and struck a sexy pose.
Samantha rose without hesitation, and easily slipped off of her shirt and shimmied out of her skirt; once she slipped off her underwear she stood calmly, waiting for what was to come.
Stella stripped off and stood obediently. She had a good body for a pony with wide hips and lean well-muscled legs.
Tabby blushed, clearly embarrassed as she bared her body. But she was clearly was aroused by it, her breasts hardened and her nipples firmed. She closed her eyes and ground her thighs together, humming quietly to herself.
After hurriedly stripping off her clothes, Copper Penny stood awkwardly hunched, covering herself with her hands. Then suddenly she drew her hands away and straightened. Glancing about defiantly, she thrust out her breasts proudly: clearly, a crisis had passed.
Lyra hesitantly began to slip out of her clothes, then with an air of abandon she threw them off.
She glanced nervously up at me through her lashes, waiting for what came next.
I smiled at her, at them all. "What good little ponies," I said. "Now we must get you good ponies harnessed, then your training will begin."
I broke out the harnesses for the ponies. Each was made of a number of adjustable straps: one went between the pony's legs, two others across her shoulders, and several more around her torso, including two that passed above and below her breasts, squeezing them and pressing them out.
"Hod onto yours until I get to you," I ordered, as I passed them out to my students.
First one I got to was Lyra: she shivered a little as she stepped into the harness, and I began tightening the straps about her. "Feeling nervous?" I asked as I pulled the straps taut across her breasts.
She nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Well don't be," I said, and pinched her nipple. "And you don't have to call me 'sir,' I'm your trainer, not your master."
Samantha obediently stepped into her halter and waited patiently while I strapped her in. "Mmm," she murmured with a smile as I pulled her crotch strap taut.
"Feel good, huh?" I said, running a hand through her raven-black hair.
"Hmm," she sighed and closed her eyes pleasurably.
Stella shifted a little uncomfortably as the straps tightened around her tight body, but she submitted to the harness readily.
"Good girl," I told her before I moved on.
Acorn's eyes darted about, too nervous to rest still as I pulled the harness about her. I pinched her on the ass, making her jump and squeak in surprise. "Relax! I said with a laugh. "There are no wrong answers!"
She chuckled dutifully, and smiled bravely; I pulled her crotch strap tighter another notch, making her coo.
Tabby blushed as she stepped into the harness I held out to her, a little embarrassed by the attention, then as if on impulse she locked her legs together and refused to let me put it on her.
"Oh," I said, "a wisepony, huh?"
She grinned and tossed her head.
"Well, then-" I said, then darted my hand to her pussy and gave it a ringing slap!
Tabby gasped and her legs unclenched reflexively and I pulled the harness up.
I paused,holding the harness loosely. "Of course," I said, gently rubbing her pussy. "Those are often the best ponies, once they've learned a little."
I poked my finger into her pussy making Tabby moan, but then broke it off and strapped her into her harness, taking care to tighten it so she could not move so easily.
Copper Penny watched my approach wide-eyed; she'd seen the way I'd handled Tabby, and clearly she needed careful handling.
I did not touch the harness at first, but laid my hand on her shoulder and gently rubbed at it. "Relax," I said softly.
I rubbed and petted her for a while, easing the tension from her muscles, lessening her shakes to soft shivers. Then I took the harness and helped her step into it.
I stepped back and took a moment to look them over; now my pony charges were harnessed and ready, it was time to begin their training. I could only hope that I would prove equal to their needs as a trainer. Of them, they were already proving to be fine ponies.
Now they were harnessed, the training could begin.
"All right, ponies," I said. "Get up on your toes and follow me," I turned away and led the ponies out the way I came. "No turning back now," I tossed idly back over my shoulder.
My six ponies followed me through a dark hall and out a door into a grassy courtyard; I stepped aside and watched them all as they passed the door. "Walk about the courtyard," I ordered them.
"Don't we wear boots?" Copper Penny asked plaintively as she passed me, her feet already quivering form strain.
"No hoofboots," I said; they damage the ponies' hooves. The only real benefit hoofboots give is they permit the trainer to be lazy: all he has to do is lock a pair of hoofboots onto the pony and call it a day. Whereas a trainer must watch a barefoot pony, to keep her on her toes(literally).
Speaking of which, I picked up a long whip and walked into the center of the courtyard and watched the ponies as they circled me.
Copper Penny staggered on quivering ankles, but stumbled on, glancing at me surreptitiously. I looked away, but watched her out of the corner of my eye. The moment I wasn't looking, she lowered her self onto her heels.
Instantly I rushed on her and lashed twice at her legs.
"Yipe!" she cried, and jumped back onto her toes. She hurried on, but cast me a look of commingled resentment and shame.
"Don't feel bad; even the best ponies need reminding," I said, walking back to my place. "But don't try that on me; I see everything.
"Every bone, every muscle in your legs are exactly the same as in a horse's," I said, watching Samantha. "The only difference is in the arrangement. A horse walks on its toes and that gives a horse its gait; if you do likewise, you will walk like a horse."
Unlike Copper Penny, this tall pony had quickly settled into a smooth walking gait. She noticed me watching her and threw me a challenging look; she knew she was doing well, and dared me to try to find otherwise.
Tabby was quite happy to be out in the light and fresh air; she strutted along, obviously enjoying being out, though her feet quivered with strain at this unwonted way of walking.
She experimented with different gaits trying skipping and trotting; her well-formed breasts bouncing as she trotted along.
Acorn seemed put off, seeing Copper Penny reprimanded, and kept glancing at me nervously.
She gave me an especially fearful look as I came and walked along beside her. "Relax," I said, laying a soothing hand on her shoulder. "You're a pony; this is what you're for. So don't think, don't worry; just relax, and do it."
Lyra walked along, obviously a little unsure; she kept glancing at the other ponies, especially the confident Samantha, then down at her feet, as if ensuring she was doing it properly.
I came and walked next to her: Lyra tensed, as if expecting some chastisement.
"Don't worry," I said. "You're doing fine."
Stella's long jet black hair hanging past her shoulders had the look of a mane as she strode along; I fell in beside her and just watched her move.
Her breathing was hard and her ankles quivering, but she strode on determinedly, eyes straight ahead as if conquering her weakness by force of will.
I halted, and watched the ponies move on; as Copper Penny came around again, I gave her a soft pat on the ass. "Good pony."
I let them go on for about ten minutes, until even Samantha's ankles were quivering, then I clapped my hands. "All right, ponies. Very good. Now if you'll follow me now, I'll take you to your stable, and you can rest."
After a shower, I led the ponies out to the stable.
It was wide and open; a long hall with stalls opening to either side: I opened the first stall. "When the door locks, the lesson is over," I said, "and you can come down off your toes."
First into a stall was Lyra; the stall door closed with a clang, and she glanced at me. I gave her a reassuring nod, and she lowered herself down onto her heels with a grunt of pain.
"Sweet dreams," I said, and led the other ponies on.
Copper Penny stumbled into her stall, barely keeping on her feet, much less on her toes. The moments the door closed, she fell back onto her heels with a small cry, then threw herself down onto the straw. She sniffled and brushed back a tear of release, then flashed me a smile.
I smiled back. "Good pony; good night."
Stella strode into her stall with the air of a pony determined to do a fine job straight to the end.
I put my hand upon her neck, then gently traced it down her bare back; she shivered at the light touch.
Recovering myself, I closed the door with a slam. Stella waited a moment longer, then slowly lowered herself back onto her heels; she knelt, and dug out a hollow in the straw then slid herself into it and curled up peacefully.
Samantha walked into her stall and turned to face me. She stared me in the face all the while the door was closing. Then she slowly lowered herself onto her heels.
This was a pony who would make you toe the line, demanding the best from her trainer. "Good night," I said, and turned away. I hoped I'd be good enough.
Tabby walked into her stall with an air of relief; she sighed happily as the door closed and she went on her heels. She sat down on the straw, then laid down and wriggled a little, seeking some comfortable way to lie.
She found it, then stretched and lay back with a smile. "Good night!"
"Good night," I returned, then moved on to pu Acorn to bed.
Acorn walked into her stall and flat on her heels. "Hup!" I called, giving her a slap on the ass. "Wait for the door!"
She laboriously pulled herself back onto her toes; I shut the door, and she went back onto her heels with a sigh.
"Good pony," I said while she lay down on the straw. "Good night."
And good night to all you other ponies and trainers out there.