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Pony Farm Mistress Louise had decided to take a much deserved six week vacation, and during Her absence, i was being sent to a Pony Training Farm. So, i was both very sad about being away from Her for so long and excited at the thoughts of the new adventure. The drive to rural Pennsylvania took about five hours, leaving lots of time to think about what lay in store for me. At the gated entrance i met two other Pony trainees; Eric was handsome and young and blond, while Miranda was a dark Latin beauty. All our Superiors had decided the rigorous training was just what we needed. Shortly after arriving, we were allowed admittance by the reception clerk, stripped of all our clothing, and marched to the inspection clinic. There, the Doctor, in charge, performed various tests, including an embarrassing body cavity search while we three bent over an examination table. i don't know how many gloved fingers he pushed inside us, but both Eric and i grunted and poor Miranda absolutely squealed. Next, the Doctor smacked our buttocks, testing the skin for strength and color, and i welcomed the spanks having been over a day and a half since Mistress had left on Her trip. It still amazes me how much a way of life discipline had become and how empty the day seems without it, like forgetting to brush your teeth. He declared us in excellent shape, with sturdy pony rumps that would respond well to the whip and crop. i felt very proud of the way Mistress had prepared me for this adventure; She always does the right things. In the next room, the equipment manager fitted us with the start of our pony gear. Wide leather collars, that forced our heads up very high, were tightened into place and secured with the click of small padlocks. Matching ankle and wrist cuffs were secured and then a wide leather belt around our waists. The belt had O-rings in the front and back, and at both sides. Our cuffed hands were attached to the ring at the small of our back with metal quick clips. The equipment man inspected us for fit and snugness, then opened the door to the outside and sent us to meet our first Trainer with a Smack to our bottoms. Her name was Kate, and she had a small compact athletic body. She wore a black cotton tank top that hardly covered her small round breasts. She also wore snug black jeans that were tucked into leather knee high riding boots. Her copper colored hair was cut in a very short boy cut; she exuded an air of confidence and superiority. i don't know why, but i had the notion that she and Mistress Louise had once been lovers. "It's a two mile run from here to the stables," she said, "And physical conditioning is the most important part of preparation, giddy-up." She mounted a large black stallion and trotted beside us as the three of us began the jog. Miranda was the first to slow up and Kate, seeing her struggle, gave her some encouragement with a wooden paddle that had been hanging from her saddle horn. The pretty Latin let out a cry and quickly past Eric and i. Her buttocks were now a pretty pink, bouncing in front of us. "Knees higher, everyone, you're being trained to be show ponies." She next caught Eric with three quick, loud Swats, and finally me with four more. i was almost lifted off of the ground, and realized this small, pretty woman was no one to mess with. We began to get our second wind, and all glistened with sweat in the hot summer son. Glancing over, i saw that Eric, like me, was fully erect, and i guessed that Miranda was moist with excitement. With 300 yards left to go, Kate slowed us to a walk to cool down form the run, ordering us to raise our knees very high and keep our heads and backs very straight and high, we were able to observe the broad training area. A half dozen Trainers, dressed exactly like Kate, were putting a variety of pony boys and pony girls through a variety of exercises. i counted fifteen ponies in the fields, being hitched to wagons and carts. Then i saw another five closer to the stable, they looked like absolute thoroughbreds. Their bodies were beautifully tanned and highly muscled, with flat belly's, high round rumps, and impressive backs and thighs. The pony girls had breasts that rose provocatively; the pony boys pecks were separated and defined. All their nipples seemed to be engorged and rising to heaven. i must have stopped walking, mesmerized by the erotic sights, but was brought back to my senses by three quick hard swats from Kate's paddle. She had dismounted her horse and now stood before me with fire in her eyes; she grabbed the O-ring on my collar and pulled me head down and whispered in my ear..."you'll not fail Mistress Louise and I certainly won't disappoint Her. She asked me to train you personally and if I have to break paddles over your bottom to succeed, that's exactly what I'll do." Suddenly my mind made the connection between the women. While cleaning the studio, i had found an old colored photograph taken at a pony race. In the background of the picture the bleachers were full of wildly cheering fans, excited over the race's photo finish. Mistress Louise was driving the winning sulky pulled by an athletic young pony girl. She wore bit and bridle and blinders that obscured her face, but the shock of copper colored hair was unmistakable. i had to learn the story, the history, but how? Kate introduced us to Peter, another Trainer, and left to conduct her tasks at another part of the farm. Peter, like Kate, was tanned and fit and healthy and dressed in the same attire. The tight jeans were molded to his body and showed the outline of what appeared to be the biggest cock i had ever seen. He spoke with a deep voice that was full of kindness and authority, and we hung on every word. He approached each of us looking into our eyes, "I'll make you into the type of obedient ponies your Masters and Mistresses desire, " then he held our faces in his left hand dropped his right hand to stroke my and Eric's cocks and Miranda's pussy. He kissed each of us with full, sweet lips, and his tongue danced inside our mouths. "We'll spend the rest of today learning a basic command. When you are ordered to Present, it will be precisely as I instruct." He took Miranda's neck in his hand and bent her over till her forehead was almost touching the ground. Her supple legs made the move easily and Peter stroked and patted her buttocks approvingly. "Now Present!" The three of us bent over in unison. "Legs straighter, boys," he emphasized his command with quick hard strokes from his paddle, that took our breath away. "Miranda seems to know how, look at how her bottom stands up high and proud, ponies rumps are always available to their Masters!" We spent a full two hours performing the drill, over and over again, and each time Miranda effortlessly bent while Eric and i fought through tense thigh muscles struggled and received smack after smack till our rumps glowed a bright red. When the bell finally sounded for the end of the work day, Peter knelt behind Miranda, spread her luscious olive colored buttocks and licked her pussy for reward. "Pony boys will get up an hour early tomorrow morning for stretching exercises," he said, "Pony girls will sleep in. There are rewards for good performance, more than you can imagine." The entire pony herd was moved into a confined area where buckets were filled with warm soapy water and soft bristled brushes sat on the ground. The Trainer sat back opening cold bottles of beer, relaxing, and discussing the days work, while we ponies scrubbed each other, removing the sweat and grime from the days activities. From 5:00PM till 8:00PM, the ponies were allowed to speak, and the three of us quickly met and made friends with the rest of the herd. There was a genuine feeling of fraternity and friendship and i welcomed the hugs, but remained careful not to brush up against a stiff cock or opened bottom. Mistress Louise had warned me that sexual activity between the herd was forbidden, although any Trainer had the right to use us in any way they wished. A wonderful meal was served in a large mess hall with picnic tables, as well as a counter for those ponies preferring to stand during dinner. Only Eric and i chose the counters and the other ponies laughed at our discomfort and made lewd comments about the condition of our rumps. That night, the three of us slept together in a communal stall, on fresh soft straw. As the night grew colder, we huddled together in a spooning fashion, Miranda, then me, then Eric. my cock brushed against Miranda's ass and grew stiffer as it felt the warmth from between her legs. i felt Eric's pretty cock lodged against my bottom, and thought for a moment about relaxing my muscles to receive him, but knew it wouldn't be long before a Trainer opened me up and i wouldn't be a bad pony. i remember a small tear running down my cheek, just before falling to sleep, and i dreamed about my Mistress Louise. |