The Ride, Part 2

by Wendy Slippers

- provided for use on SirJeff's Ponygirls.
- do not use without the author's permission.

From an actual journal entry, names and such changed.

I don’t know when I got use to answering questions before they actually filtered through my muddied brain, maybe since I was so sure I wasn’t me anymore, it didn’t matter. Maybe since I wasn’t using words, just head and body gestures, and some groany-like noises, like uh-huh for yes, uh-uh for no, those weren’t really words, so maybe they weren’t really answers. I don’t know.

Anthony’s hand was on my tail, and he twitched it back and forth a few times, even lightly pulling on it. It was inside me so deeply I don’t think it would’ve come out, but that strap hooked to it was holding it anyways. That strap also allowed me really great motion with my tail, or I mean with the artificial horsetail. I could tuck my pelvis, or stretch my back, and that thin leather strap would tug on the tail a little. I played with it for what seemed like hours, swishing, even little hops. The long blonde-ish hair tickled my calves and knees.

From far away I heard a familiar voice clearly and strongly say, “Are you awake?” It was Anthony. I was sitting in his car, and he sat crouched beside me, in my doorway. The door was wide open.

I asked, “How long have I been asleep?” He said, “A good while. How do you feel?” Then he kissed my forehead. I had dreamed an incredibly erotic experience, which I was sure I would never forget. I couldn’t wait to write it in my journal! We stopped on the way home at a small gas station and general store, to watch the setting sun and drink orange cream sodas.

While taking a shower that night, I noticed something that I didn’t write about, nor did I mention to anyone. Try this: with a wet finger, slowly put it in one of the nostrils in your nose. If it hurts ok, don’t. But slowly inch it in deeper and deeper till you just can’t go more, than leave it there a minute or two. After a few minutes, pull it out quickly. You will feel that your hole is somewhat larger than it was, air will feel different, and clenching your nose muscles you will feel that something is somehow wider or more open. This is what I felt while I was showering, but from my butt. I lathered with the Caress soap bar, and checked the washrag for blood or something, but it could have been either my imagination, or a physical reaction to a dream, or even my medication, which has cognitive effects. As I slept that night, the day’s events drifted into my ‘lost memories’ collection. Sometimes a picture or something on T.V. would spark a memory of vision of a dream, but it kinda just dissolved.

Just recently, I took a trip to Florida to see friends. I knew Celeste was into different things, and it had never bothered me much. She has girlfriends, and boyfriends, and she works as a counselor at an assisted living community. She even has that “clergy” plate in her car window. She is very wiccan, and very smart. Even though she and I disagree on religious beliefs, our viewpoints and direction are much the same.

Celeste is also the hypnotist at the dance club where I use to work as an erotic performer. Please know there is a difference between “strippers” and erotic performers. Participating in her shows was the first time I used hypnosis in a way other than my therapy, for anxiety attacks. We had fun, and she’s probably my best friend.

She took me for a drive out into the countryside of Florida, to show me they really did have “country” in the Sunshine State. It isn’t like Ohio, but it is peaceful, warm, and nice. I had on a new oversized T- shirt, and cut-off denim shorts. The drive was excellent. Smooth, fast, with my new CD, called NOW 9, pulsing through the Detroit steel.

A long gravel driveway brought us up to a small ranch house. In the back was clearly a large barn, and for a second, all the muscles on my frame tensed, like a humming, and then went away. I didn’t tell anyone about it. I stepped inside the rustic home, and met Jeanie and Thom. Both were tall, thin, and in their early forties. Both looked like they were in good shape, probably from farm work, I thought. Jeanie was warm, hugged me, and started talking and laughing. She was so friendly; there was no other way to feel than at home! We sat for an hour, while we shared coffee and cheap brand lemon cookies, and Celeste and Jeanie got reacquainted. All that laughing in one hour had erased all the stress and fear and stuff from back home.

From my seat at the small table in the kitchen, I could see the back yard. An old barn to the left, led out into a round pen and large rectangular arena with barrels, cones, and a jumping bar. Behind that, a walking trail up a hill went by a training carousel- a circular area with a pole in the center, on which rotates a bar that has straps and clips for a horse’s bridle and bit, head harness. It’s used to train ponies to get use to the harness. I love horses, but I couldn’t see any! Maybe I would get a chance to see them in the barn, I thought. My ears came back to the conversation when Celeste responded to a question from Jeanie. “No, she doesn’t know. Shall we?” I said, “Are we going to see the barn?” We all stood, and Jeanie started walking into a back bedroom. “Let’s get some boots on first ok?” Sounded like a good idea, and we all ambled back. Her house has some interesting pieces of art work. Paintings and little sculptures. Erotic and different.

While we were all standing in the cramped little hallway, Thom came out of the bathroom. Wearing denim cutoffs with leather chaps over them, and no shirt, just a tan smooth chest, he looked a little silly. He smiled this broad, strange smile. Jeanie said, “We’ll be out there in a minute, we just have to get her dressed.” I realized at that moment, there was something going on and it involved me. A chill ran across my chest and neck. I was suddenly growing nervous. As Thom squeezed by me he said in a louder voice than necessary, “See ya outside sweetie”, and clamped his huge bony right hand onto my left butt cheek so hard I knew it was bruised! I gasped and instinctively pushed his chest with my left hand as my left knee collided with his pelvic bone. Shocked, Thom stepped away slowly, and into the kitchen. He groaned as he went into the back yard.

Celeste was laughing easily, and Jeanie was amazed, but smiling. Celeste hugged me, and I was just about to ask if we could go, when her hand began to make slow massaging circles on that magic spot. I looked at her as she was saying something, but her mouth had stopped moving as I heard her voice echo, “do you feel ok?” I shook my head, and noticed how sloppy and drunk-like I moved. Her hand kept making circles, and a warm heat there radiated in seconds to my whole back and shoulders, and thighs. I wanted her to stop, before I looked as silly as Thom did, or did something embarrassing, but my mouth was still answering her question. “Yes,, but see,, not like,” I was fumbling with thoughts while all my muscles now felt hot, and completely released of tension. Maybe I couldn’t think because the steam from my muscles filled my head. I was trying to remember something, and then I was missing what was just said by Jeanie, so I tried to remember what was just said, and I missed what Celeste was saying! To give you an idea how I was feeling, I’ll write this from my personal experiences instead of what I have pieced together, and you may see how confusing it was.

I looked up at Celeste, who was now in front of me, holding my hands up, helping me take my brand new tourist T-shirt off. From behind me I felt hands down by my calves. My feet had no shoes; I could feel the floor was cold.

I looked down, and saw thigh high tight latex boots, shiny black, were now gently squeezing my legs. I was on my toes; the boots had that same no-heel shape with the thick front sole that had once adorned my feet in a dream. I took an eternity to bend over, toward the straw on the barn floor, to lift my foot up, to see this sole and boot. But as I reached down, a large black cricket leaped onto my hand.

I turned around quickly and was staring into the sun. I kept walking, till the sun was gone from sight. I could barely turn my head, as the large pole in front of me raced away, dragging my teeth with it. My jaw seemed to follow the old steel pole, and my feet were having trouble keeping up. Now in front of me was the large arena, and beyond it the house. Celeste and Jeanie were talking with several others. Tight small straps across my head and face were cutting into my scalp. I was sweating heavily from my face, my forehead, and I could feel sweat rolling down my back. Something wet occasionally touched my tummy, but I couldn’t look down while the pole was dragging me forward. I saw Thom. He had a long black and red riding crop in his right hand, and was swirling it down by his waist in a circle, while yelling, KNEES HIGHER, NOW!”

“ I heard Thom say “Now, Now, Kicker. Kicker steady,” and realized I was in the barn again. I was looking at the huge open doors, and the blazing sun outside made waves in the air. I could barely make out the distorted shapes in the distance. They were among other things, orangish wavy blobs I knew were the barrels, and that stupid bar I was supposed to leap over, and missed. I was suddenly very angry and ashamed, and started crying. Rider stopped clicking the clips to the rings on my hips and back, and came around to my right side. She ran her hands slowly across my head and face, wiping my face and chin with a terry towel. She was speaking soothing words, seemingly in a foreign language. I knew she thought I was distressed, not knowing I was just unbearably upset at the failure I must have recently experienced. Thom said “Ok, blahblah she’s blahhhh, give her blahblahblah, blahblahhhhhblah. She’s been a good girl, the best blahblahblahblahhhhhhblah. Aren’t you girl?” He swatted my rear flank, where he grabbed Wendy all those years ago. I leaped forward from the swat, and felt my breasts crush into the leather triangular cups, my nipples and areolas squished through the large center holes. My pelvic bone, and private area, also felt jerked. I stepped forward as far as I could, kinda trying to chase Thom out of the barn, but found I was restrained. Thick straps and chrome clips held two PVC poles tightly against my hips. I looked at the left pole and saw that is went back behind me to a small black cart. Smaller than the Amish use, by far. Only big enough for one human, the wheels looked like bicycle tires, and the seat and small backrest were cushy black leather. Rider ran her hand along my hip, and butt, and then the most crazy intense feeling shot through me, as she grabbed my tail, and lightly rolled it in circles. Oh my god, I had a tail again, but the feeling was coming from something else. There was something thick, and fairly long, inside both holes between my legs. One was a tail, I couldn’t see what the other thing was or to what it was connected. But wiggling my tail effected it, and caused that little pleasure stick to rub and wiggle and slide against my extremely sensitive private area. She was speaking in her language again, wiggling my tail, causing intense pleasure to shoot down my thighs, up my tummy to my breasts, and make my face flush hot. I’m not sure how long she did that. There were thoughts, conflicting within me. “Someone was playing with my butt. But wait, its just my tail. But wait, they’ve penetrated me and are pleasuring me in a public place, in a very personal way. But wait, am I a person, , , ,”. My leg stung, and I was drowsy.

My feet were stuck, nearly up to the knee, in a muddy spot, at a leveling off place on the hill I had been struggling to climb for several minutes. Rider was freaking! She leaped out and was pulling at my feet, the hot sun nearly melting the latex permanently to me. She was getting in my way more than anything else. But with her out of the cart, it was easy to pull out and start the final ascent. Grasshoppers were leaping on me, and sweat in my eyes burned. Frothy foam that once was saliva was flying from around my rubbery bit. I tried to use my front legs, to wipe all the clumpy heavy mud off my rear hooves, but then I recalled they were both in strange leather sacks, and those “socks” were strapped together and behind me. I realized how sweaty my fingers were. I shook my head violently, slinging sweat everywhere, and I giggled. With a bit in your mouth, and slobber everywhere, a giggle sounds like a whinny. Rider was saying, “Kicker no, Kicker don’t,” she was worried about me having a stroke in the super hot Florida sun, trying to pull her up that hill. She even wanted to turn around, but after earlier, I simply couldn’t disappoint her. One foot clopped in front of the other, for several minutes of slow, agonizing progress. The quickly drying mud on my hooves was turning into cement. I kept thinking how all the other ponies were leaping that blasted pole, and how their riders doted on them for it, and how I missed.

I was almost falling forward, coming down the hill. I had made it! My legs were tortured. Every muscle in my back and neck, my legs, and front shoulders, were in agony. I was so thirsty I was dizzy. But at the bottom, by the back yard gate, stood all the riders, and some of the other ponies. They were all shaking their manes and waving and clapping, shouting and applauding. I was the only one that made it that day even half way up. The muddy spot was where the other carts had turned and went back down! I was messing up my breathing- I should have been pacing it but I was so happy for Rider, and me too, I was crying. All the riders ran their hands across my head and back, my chest and tummy, as I passed. One even used a large beach towel on me as I headed to the large concrete pad where the others had been washed with the garden hose and the bucket and brush.

Water rushed over me in cascading sheets, as Thom hosed me off, and Rider used the soapy towel .I could feel the lumpy sharpness of the rough concrete under my bare feet. My hooves were gone, but I was still standing on my toes. God the mud that ran off my body onto that pad. I must have rolled in it! No doubt I had fallen when I missed that leap, but this was even way more dirt and straw than that would have been. I felt the release of the head harness, and straps slowly peeling off my hair, out of the little ruts they had made in my scalp. Rider was running her hand across my back, and Thom pulled my bit from my mouth. I remember thinking I didn’t want it out. Then I realized without it, they could understand me when I talk, but then, there was a confusion about speaking that I have never had before. Rider’s hand on my back began making cool sudsy circles on that spot, and I heard the word or half-word, “,,dozy,,”.

I opened my eyes, and peered through my sun glasses at a blue sky. There was a warm smooth surface under me that was rocking gently. I heard the Gulf, and a sea gull. I leaned my head to my chest and saw the swirly cotton candy colors of my bikini top. My arms were glistening with tanning lotion but sprouted goose bumps when the breeze caressed me.

I was on Celeste’s new boat, with her girlfriend beside me, on the front deck, getting a tan. I slid backward till I was leaning against the boat’s steering area, propped upright. My tummy muscles were incredibly fatigued. There was an enormous black bruise on my left shin. My lips and mouth cheek muscles were sore. My other cheeks were sore too. My hair was washed though and smelled like a shampoo I hadn’t used in years. I wasn’t sure how much of what I remembered was real, and if it was, how much more had happened? The rest of basically unnecessary fragments got pieced in slowly, but I think readers of this will sooo get it. There are about thirteen others who know what happened that day, but they will recall in gossip circles over glasses of wine and troughs of water, the achievements of a little blonde prancer named Kicker.