This story is a sequel to the three part story about Strider, and information about her and her friends, including details of their appearances, are included there. In order to avoid redundancy, I have omitted them from this episode.



For the next three Saturday afternoons, Buffy drove from the college dormitory to The Pony Farm with her friends, Tara and Jenny and Kelli, where she became Lightning, and the other women became Strider, Blondie and Strutter. They all had fun every time, especially Strider and Blondie. All four women became aroused by being trussed up in their leather bridles and harnesses with the straps that bound their arms against their bodies and, especially, the bits with attached reins. Their sexual excitement multiplied when the butt plugs with their tails attached were lubricated and lovingly inserted into the ponygirls' asses.

Their arousals soared as the day continued because their masters used those reins, combined with a few verbal commands to guide them, virtually naked, about the field and show them off in front of a cheering crowd. However, the luckiest two had regular masters and, when the show ended and their sexual needs were at their highest levels, they were always able to indulge in some of the greatest carnal pleasure they had ever experienced. The men whose handling of the reins had been partly responsible for that arousal were highly rewarded also, when they got to indulge in the wild sexual escapades with their ponygirls.

Sometimes the other two got lucky also, and they enjoyed the same exquisite sexual bliss as their friends, but that didn't happen every week. When either Lightning or Strutter didn't hook up with a horny enough master, Buffy or Kelli had to use the dildos or vibrators they kept in their college dorm rooms. They were obliged to settle for that, although they were well aware the imitations were nowhere near as good as real tongues and cocks, especially to women as horny as they would have become during the day.

On the fourth Saturday, the same four young women passed through the gate at The Pony Farm, went to the barn to register, and received the leather tags that contained white cards with their ponygirl names printed in block letters. On their way to the barn, Strider and Blondie had exchanged greeting waves with their regular masters, and smiled as they thought of the immense amount of fun they knew was awaiting them that afternoon. The two men were part of a group who were standing inside the gate and eyeballing the gorgeous women who walked by them into the large building, where they would be transformed into ponygirls. Every member of that group hoped to spend that afternoon guiding one of the young beauties about the big grassy field. That Saturday, however, there was a difference. One of the waiting masters was a woman.

Women masters were not unknown at The Pony Farm. There were two who came there almost every Saturday, apparently lesbians, and each was accompanied by another woman. The female masters brought their own tack, and the women with them carried it into the barn, where they would be dressed and prepared almost as the other ponygirls were.

When they exited the barn, their reins were taken over by their companions, who guided them around the field, just as all the other masters guided their charges. At the end of the event, the ponygirls would return to the barn and put their own clothing back on, and both pairs of women would drive home, or whatever other place they wanted to go. If anybody had any negative thought about the two teams of women, they had sense enough to keep it to themselves. The women who would be waiting outside the barn had expressed a preference to being known as "masters" even though that is more often a masculine designation, because "mistress" often has a certain submissive sexual connotation they preferred to avoid.

However, that day was the first time that a female master had ever shown up at The Pony Farm, apparently intending to hook up with somebody she hadn't met and put that new acquaintance through her paces. None of the men had any reason to object, and neither would any of the ponygirls. They were free to accept or reject the mastery of anybody who stepped forward to take their reins and, if they had any objection to being commanded by another woman, they would let her know right on the spot. Everybody was there to have fun, and no ponygirl would ever be forced to do something she didn't want to do, nor would anyone else.

Once inside the barn, the four college dormitory mates, who had been issued keys to adjacent lockers, quickly stripped naked, as did most of the other women who were getting ready for their metamorphoses into ponygirls. Generally speaking, they were a friendly, gregarious group, and would be until the transformation was underway. The bits they would all have in their mouths would prevent any intelligible speech anyhow but, even while being harnessed and bridled, they took on equine mannerisms and communicated by whinnies and tossing or nodding of heads and stamping of feet or other ways that horses or ponies might use.

Strider and Blondie, eager to rejoin their masters, were among the first ponygirls to claim their tack. As regulars, they both had reserved gear, including bits and tails, which were carefully cleaned and sterilized after every use. Two men, who would not have traded jobs with anyone in the world, outfitted the sexy, naked young women in their harnesses and bridles and bits with reins. The best part of their respective jobs was inserting the tails into luscious female asses while the lovely women were lying across their laps, with their breasts and pussies available for fondling.

On her first day on The Pony Farm, Strider had been reluctant to accept her tail. She had a bad experience with anal sex the only time she tried it, and came close to rejecting the appendage after she realized it was attached to a large object that was to be imbedded in her ass. Her overwhelming desire to put her beautiful nude body on display overcame her reluctance, and having her ass crammed full turned out to be one of the most exciting parts of the day. It was especially a thrill when she was bouncing up and down on a bed and the butt plug was moving around inside her. Until then, she didn't even know what a butt plug was, and had referred to it as the "tail handle" until her friends informed her of the more customary term.

Since then there had been no reluctance, and the insertion of the tail that matched her chestnut hair was actually one of her favorite parts of the day. She didn't even object to having her breasts and other private parts fondled by the outfitter. She was so much into the ponygirl frame of mind that she considered such liberties to be his right as her master, at least temporarily. Once the tail was in place, and her arms were pinned to her sides by the elastic straps, she hurried out to be claimed by her master. She didn't even know his name, nor did he know her human name, and she had never spoken to him, except whinnying and otherwise communicating in an equine manner with her head and body.

Blondie, similarly outfitted with her tack and blonde tail, was right behind Strider, and her master was also waiting. The two men were friendly rivals, and they liked to march close together while guiding their ponygirls on parade. Blondie and Strider liked the idea also, and they would sometimes exchange friendly whinnies during the afternoon. Even if they could have said anything coherent, they would not have done so. Once their harnesses were in place, they thought like ponies and acted as obedient ponies, and that wouldn't end until they were stripped of their tack at the end of the day.

Buffy and Kelli were in somewhat less of a hurry to become Lightning and Strutter respectively. They passed some time chatting with each other and with the other ponygirls, who are usually quite friendly, even though they would be competing against each other that day. However, they also didn't want to be the last ones to leave the barn. Free to reject any master who wants to claim them, they all prefer to be taken by one who is younger and better looking. After they had become highly aroused from being bound in leather and strutting almost naked about the field with butt plugs inserted, they all like to have sex with the master who has teamed up with them. Those with regular partners tended to leave the barn to hook up first and the other ponygirls usually followed, all of them trying to attract the most desirable masters.

A few minutes after claiming the tack and tail which had been set aside for her, Kelli, having been transformed to Strutter, left the barn. A minute later, Lightning followed. She also had her gear reserved, and had been outfitted by the same happy, horny employees of The Pony Farm who had prepared her friends. While in the barn, she had been thinking about the potential female master they had seen earlier. Most ponygirls are heterosexual, although some of them have bisexual tendencies of varying degrees. Buffy's lesbian side is probably more pronounced than that of most, and she had noticed that the woman was quite attractive. For her to be there that day, doing what she was apparently intending to do, she was almost certain to be a lesbian looking for a partner, at least temporarily.

When Lightning left the barn, a few feet behind another ponygirl, both of them strutting with the exaggerated pace that they always used, she noted the female master was still there. Apparently, she had not yet hooked up with anybody. The waiting woman was younger than any of the men, probably less than thirty years old, with a very pretty face. She was close to six feet tall and had fair skin and long, dark hair, quite similar to the mane that flowed from Lightning's head, and she was dressed in tight, black jodhpurs that displayed shapely hips and a gorgeous ass. The waiting woman also wore black boots, a red riding jacket and black derby hat. Under the jacket was a white shirt with ruffles at the collar, and the front of the jacket was very nicely filled out by large breasts. Lightning decided to make it known that she was available to team up with the beautiful lesbian.

The preceding ponygirl was not. When she strutted past and the waiting woman tried to reach out for the loose reins, the object of her desire twirled her body to the side, making the leather strips swing out of her reach. She also increased her speed, making it known that she had no desire to get together with another woman. Lightning was much more accommodating. She stopped next to the woman in jodhpurs and whinnied loudly, while strutting in place.

The expectant master turned and smiled at the beautiful ponygirl who was apparently expressing a wish to join forces that day. She noted the long, dark mane that flowed between the white leather parts of her bridle and the succulent breasts that protruded through the shiny white belts that made up her harness. The ivory complexion, cleanly shaven pussy and the voluptuous ass and hips of the willingly available ponygirl were also quickly noted. Her master for the day eagerly took hold of the offered reins and stepped closer to inspect the name tag attached to the chain around the young beauty's neck.

"Lightning, huh? Okay, Lightning, I guess it's you and me together today." The response of her charge for the day was another whinny and a toss of her head and mane.

The master stepped behind her new ponygirl and flicked the reins over Lightning's shoulders and back in the normal manner. "Giddyup," she commanded her companion, and Lightning strutted forward, raising her legs high and thumping her bare feet into the grassy field.

A tug on the right rein sent a burst of erotic pleasure through the ponygirl's body and directed her to start toward the grandstand where there was a substantial crowd of people already watching the show. This was the usual program, for the masters to direct their ponygirls past the stands to show them off to the people sitting there or leaning on the rail in front of the stands. Lightning had been paraded past the crowd many times before, and she always enjoyed the whistles and cheers for her voluptuous figure.

On that day, Angela Marshall was enjoying the ponygirl's curvaceous figure more than anybody else. A friend of hers, also a lesbian, had described how she usually brought her submissive girl friend to The Pony Farm on Saturday afternoons, and what a great time they had, and how the sex was fantastic after they returned home. The friend also told Angela about the other sexy young women who got so highly turned on while parading, virtually nude, as ponygirls around the field under the command of their masters. The most important part, however, was learning how the masters and those women frequently satisfied their mutual needs by coupling in the vans or motor homes after the day's events were over. The last of those events was the awarding of ribbons to the masters of the ponygirls who were adjudged to be the best and, after that, the carnal delights began.

She had also been informed how some kind of equestrian costume was required, not by rule but by strong custom. Most of the men dressed as ranchers or cowboys, but Angela decided that would be too macho for her. She needed some other kind of garb that would be associated with horses or ponies, and that was why she decided to attire herself as a fox hunter. The costume was quite appropriate because, in a way, that was what she intended to be that day and, without question, she had succeeded admirably. Ponygirl Lightning was one of the foxiest women she had ever seen.

Angela knew the routine, how the ponygirls were to be allowed to show off in front of the crowd before the event officially began, for their pleasure and that of their masters and the spectators. Handling the reins was easy enough, and she used them to order Lightning to do what they both wanted to do anyhow. As the ponygirl hotty strutted in front of the cheering crowd, Angela also enjoyed her sexiness, including the way her tail swept from side to side. Even more than that, she enjoyed the way her succulent ass swung from side to side. She knew the tail was held in place by a deeply embedded butt plug, and that the presence of it and the same kind of toy in the other ponygirls' asses was another reason they got so sexually aroused.

Angela also anticipated reaching the same state and she intended that, after the event was over, she and Lightning would go to the motor home that had been rented for the weekend to alleviate their mutual horniness. There was no absolute certainty that the ponygirl would want to join her but, since Lightning had asked for the mastery of another woman, Angela was quite sure that she would be a willing and eager participant.

The sexy ponygirl suspected, but didn't know the intentions of her master that afternoon, but her hopes were for the same ending to the day. One thing she did know was how much she enjoyed the plaudits of the crowd as she strutted past the grandstand. Her back was straight and her breasts were thrust out as far as she could get them. Lightning, like all other ponygirls, was aware that the enthusiasm displayed by the spectators was aimed at her, even though they were nominally following the directions of the persons holding their reins.

After she had passed in review before the entire crowd seated or standing in the spectators' area, Lightning felt a tug on her left rein. Obediently, she turned that way and headed out to the center of the field to join the other masters and their ponygirls, who had begun forming lines. Another pull on the same rein, followed seconds later by one directing her to turn right, steered her into position next to another team of two women.

Lightening whinnied at the ponygirl next to her, who was wearing a body stocking under her harness, apparently with a hole to allow for the insertion of her tail. There was no rule against such modesty, but Lightning and every other ponygirl on the field that afternoon much preferred showing off their nude bodies, which was part of their fun. The greeting was returned. They had seen one another on previous weeks, but had not spoken until that day. In addition to greeting the modestly-attired ponygirl, Lightning exchanged greetings with the participant on her other side, a tall, large-breasted African-American named Stormy Night.

The woman who held the reins of Lightning greeted the master of the ponygirl wearing the body stocking. Maya Carmichael was the same friend who had talked Angela into coming to The Pony Farm that day, and they chatted and looked around at all the female pulchritude that was surrounding them.

The only one who did not attract their lustful gaze was Maya's submissive, Angel Face, because of the way her body was kept concealed. Both she and the woman she thought of as her owner preferred it that way. Except for those two, all the masters and most of the crowd were men who came there to admire the beautiful, naked women who were playing at being ponies, and Maya didn't want them staring at the person she considered to be her property. Angel Face entered the pony barn wearing the body stocking and it would not be removed until she returned home that evening with her master. Maya was even the one who inserted the butt plug with its attached tail in her submissive's ass. As in all other things, Angel Face would not dare say or do anything contrary to the wishes of her owner.

Until then, as the ponygirls were steered past the cheering and whistling spectators, the numerous loudspeakers around the grounds had been playing marching music, mostly by Sousa. Once the last participant was in the formation, the music stopped, and the owner of The Pony Farm came out on the field to start the grand parade. Everybody waited until he blew his trusty whistle, and the first row started forward. That row included Strider and Blondie and some of the other ponygirls who had the same masters every week. Seconds later, another blast of the whistle started the second row forward, followed by the third and the fourth. All the masters in the front row knew what to do and, when the manager blew his whistle for the last time, they began to make the first of a series of left turns. It also signaled the resumption of the march music.

They were in the third row, and Angela knew enough to order Lightning to do the same thing as the other ponygirls did. Following the turns, they were marching toward the stands, as Maya had told her they would do and, when the whistle blasted again, Angela pulled on the reins and commanded "Whoa!" As every other ponygirl did to a similar command, Lightning stopped, and stood waiting to be ordered forward again.

She was going to have to wait quite a while. She and her master were near the left end of the formation, and the teams on the opposite end would parade past the stands first. While she was waiting, Angela once again enjoyed the visual smorgasbord of female beauty that was arrayed before her. As lovely as her ponygirl was, she was just one of many. There were nearly forty women there; all but Angel Face as good as naked, and every one of them was among the most beautiful and sexy women Angela had ever seen. She fervently hoped that Lightning would be an eager partner later but, even if the gorgeous brunette declined her proposition, that day would still be among the most sexually exciting of her life.

After standing at attention for what seemed to be a long time, Lightning was glad to feel the reins across her shoulders and back to signal her to start forward. Following the ponygirl in front of her, she marched to the bugles and drums of the canned music, her breasts jutting and her thighs rising to be parallel to the ground, as she strutted past the cheering crowd. This was always one of her favorite parts of the highly enjoyable Saturday afternoons she spent on The Pony Farm. She knew, from the shouts and whistles of the crowd, she was one of their favorites, and the proud ponygirl basked in their admiration until she had high-stepped her way past everybody. At that time, Lightning's master tugged her left rein, once again sending a sexual thrill through her body and ordering her back out to the center of the field.
This time, when they joined the new formation, they lined up to the right of the team who had preceded them, rather than taking whatever position Lightning's master fancied. Once again, Lightning whinnied a greeting to the neighbors on either side of her, a slender ponygirl with a light brown mane, whose name she didn't know, and a voluptuous, older blonde named Sunshine. Both of them responded the same way and, after that, they all waited for the formation to assemble again. It didn't take very long. Less than fifteen minutes after Lightning and her master joined the group, the first line started forward again. Following the same series of left turns as before, the formation stopped in the same place to wait for the judging to begin.

Less than a minute after the march music ended and the formation halted, the owner of The Pony Farm sounded his whistle again. On orders of her master, the ponygirl at the right end of the first row strutted forward to be met by the two men who would be judging her and the others. As was usual, they spent between one and two minutes inspecting her firm, youthful body, fondling her breasts and stroking her legs and ass. She stood rigidly upright until they were done and, once more at the order of her master, she strutted out to the center of the field to wait until the judges had finished with the whole herd.

As soon as the first ponygirl had begun her march back to midfield, the second one marched forward from the formation. She was treated the same as the first, as were the next contestants. One of these was Strider, who was a frequent winner of awards, and the judges may have spent more time caressing her unusually sexy body than they did the others. No complaints or objections were expressed by anybody. Strider's master was proud of his ponygirl, and felt reflected pride in the way the judges expressed their high level of appreciation for her loveliness and sex appeal. She enjoyed their attentions too, and took pleasure in pleasing her master and the judges, as well as pride in the fact that she was one of the youngest and most beautiful and alluring ponygirls there.

Except for Angel Face, all the participants in the judging were treated much the same. As a lesbian, and with her master also a lesbian, and with her attired in the body stocking, she was never in contention for any of the prizes. The owner of The Pony Farm had instructed his judges to give her and the other lesbian ponygirl, who wasn't there that day, no more than a perfunctory inspection with their eyes only, and they accepted this. Seconds after stopping before the judges, and untouched by them, she strode out to the center of the field to join the rest of the herd.

It was a looser formation than the earlier ones, since the day's event was over for most of them, because they had no expectation of winning any of the prizes. After enjoying being bound up in their leather ponygirl tack and the thrill of parading their delectable nudity to the plaudits of the adoring crowd, they relaxed and waited for the event to end. If their masters suggested a sexual rendezvous after the presentation of prizes, they either agreed or not, although most of them would be in a high enough state of sexual arousal to agree to such a tryst.

Lightning was usually a contender for the prizes, and had won several ribbons at the weekly events. Because she apparently had a lesbian master, she didn't expect to be considered for a prize that day, but she didn't mind. The colored ribbons were of no great importance to her, but she did hope her master would suggest a carnal escapade after the rest of the event had ended. When it was her turn, she was not treated as Angel Face had been. The judges, recognizing her as a regular at the event, inspected her as they had the rest of the others. They fondled her luscious breasts and caressed the soft, smooth skin of her belly and ass and legs, and even dipped their fingers in the evidence of sexual arousal that was trickling from her pussy. Like all the employees of The Pony Farm, the judges believed they had the best jobs in the world.

When the inspection ended, Angela flicked the reins over her ponygirl's shoulders to order her out to the middle of the field. She directed Lightning to a point slightly distant from the others, but not ostentatiously so. Although she believed, correctly, that everybody there would know what her intentions were, Angela didn't want her proposition to be overheard. "Whoa!" she ordered, and pulled back on Lightning's reins.

The ponygirl stopped, standing at attention and hoping her master would give her an invitation to a sexual adventure to cap off the afternoon.

At that time, Angela wanted more than anything to present such an invitation, and she was fairly sure it would be met with an affirmative. Even so, she was a bit hesitant. She didn't even know the ponygirl's real name, and she knew that Lightning would be unable or unwilling to tell her or converse with her at all, except with equine sounds and gestures. Angela also thought there might be some kind of protocol to follow, but she didn't know what it might be, so she decided to be direct. After all, she reasoned, the ponygirl had been following her directions for the last several hours, and there was no reason for her to be reluctant now.

In addition to that undeniable fact, she could smell the delectable aroma of pussy juice and, with the distance they were from the others, she knew it had to be from her ponygirl. She stepped up to stand beside Lightning and place her hand possessively on the voluptuous bare ass that she had been staring at with so much lust.

When she felt the hand on her haunch, Lightning fervently hoped it was a preliminary to a sexual proposition. Most masters, when they suggested sex, began that way. Always being highly excited when she reached this part of the events on The Pony Farm, Lightning had never turned down any masters who were men, and she had no intention of turning down the woman. To provide more encouragement, she turned to her master, showing off her lovely breasts even better and softly whinnied. The woman in the fox hunting costume moved in closer, and Lightning cozied up even more and rubbed her head against her master's face in a display of equine affection.

The gesture did exactly what it was meant to do, and Angela quietly started to propose what she had been thinking of all day. "You were great, Lightning. The fans really loved you, and I don't blame them. You're a real beauty, and you gave them a terrific show. I think we deserve the blue ribbon but, even if we don't win anything, it's been really wonderful with you." Angela didn't expect to win any prizes, but she didn't really care.

Although Lightning didn't expect to garner any of the ribbons either, she did know what she wanted more than anything. Once again, she whinnied softly and rubbed her head against her master. This time, however, she also turned her body farther and rubbed a big, firm breast with its erect nipple against the arm that was around her waist.

Further encouraged, Angela continued her proposal. "I came here in a motor home today. Would you like to join me there after the prizes are awarded? I mean, whether we win or not, even though I think you should win first prize."

Lightning whinnied more loudly and tossed her head in an emphatic Yes!" She also pressed her body even more closely against that of her master. Angela smiled gleefully. She couldn't have asked for a more enthusiastic answer than that.

During the exchange, the judging had been completed, and all the ponygirls and their masters waited for the results to come over the loudspeaker. Even those who were sure they wouldn't win anything stayed until after the announcement, which was customary. Strider and her master, Ray Wilson, won third place and he started her toward where they knew it would be presented. They won an award more often than not, and had no trouble locating the place. Second prize was won by a bosomy African-American ponygirl named Black Beauty and her master, while the blue ribbon winner was announced to be Crimson Angel, who was tall and voluptuous and had a flowing red mane.

After the ribbons had been presented to the masters, the owner of The Pony Farm made the usual announcement thanking everybody for their patronage and urging them to drive carefully on their way home. Angela had other things in mind than driving just then and, after removing her hand from the shapely ass that it had been gently stroking, got behind the ponygirl and urged her forward. Lightning obeyed with great alacrity. This would lead to the part of the afternoon that she had been looking forward to since her reins had been taken and, although tired after parading all day, she began once more to strut smartly in the directions her master indicated. Angela was anxious to get into a private place so she could relish kissing and caressing the alluring body she had been watching for the last few hours, but she was also tired. Knowing they had plenty of time, she did not urge any additional speed.

Her master was inexperienced, but Lightning had no problem obeying the tugs on her reins, and every one sent an additional burst of anticipatory pleasure swirling through her body. She very much enjoyed everything about being a ponygirl, including wearing the tack with her tail wedged into her ass and parading almost naked in front of a crowd and being ordered about through use of reins. However, the best part was sex with her master of the day, especially after the other parts of the day's adventures had caused her to become as sexually excited as she was then. Her lesbian tendencies were strong enough that she was looking forward to a session with a woman just as much as she would have been with a man, and she stopped at the command of "Whoa" and a corresponding tug on her reins.

Angela quickly stepped around the ponygirl, unlocked the door to the rented motor home and pushed it open. Most of the men drove vans, but she had decided to get a vehicle that had more headroom and was more comfortable. The bed was larger than that in most of the other vehicles, and a mirror and small chest of drawers was also included. Angela returned to a position behind Lightning, ordered her forward, and followed her up the step and into the body of the vehicle, still holding the reins in her hands. With both of them inside, she halted the ponygirl with a verbal command and by a final tug on the leather strips, which she let drop to the floor before going back to the door and locking it. Once they were alone and safe from any snooping eyes, Angela hung up her hat and jacket and sat down on the bed to pull off the riding boots that had been hurting her feet for the last hour.

She was tempted to remove some of Lightning's tack, because it would be in the way of what she wanted to do. However, she left it alone. One thing that Maya Carmichael had impressed on her friend was to refrain from removing or even making any changes to anything the ponygirl was wearing, especially her bit. To do so might change her from obedient and fully docile slave to independent woman, and her actions after that could not be predicted. A pony who was willing to be commanded by a master, either male or female, and even to have sex, might not necessarily revert to a woman who would be willing to do those same things. Although Angela would strip off all her own clothing before sex, she would leave Lightning attired just as she was.

This was little hardship, because the straps of the harness did nothing to conceal the ponygirl's voluptuous body, and their tightness even emphasized the swell of her breasts and ass. The bit in her mouth would prevent any kissing, and would obviously eliminate the possibility of any sort of reciprocation of what Angela intended to do first, but those were small costs, considering how she would enjoy herself with Lightning's many charms. After divesting herself of her blouse and bra and wearing only jodhpurs, Angela stood up again, stepped in front of her ponygirl, and pushed against her charge's bare shoulders to back her up against the side of the mattress.

There was no resistance and, with one gentle push, Lightning was seated in the middle of the bed. Her master stepped up closer and picked up the reins, wrapping them around her hands. By use of gentle tugs, the ponygirl was told she was to lie down on her back in the middle of the bed, where a pillow had been placed for her use. As Buffy, she had enough lesbian experiences to know what was expected of her, but she was so much into the pony state of mind that she would do nothing until ordered, even though the human parts of her mind wanted very badly to do it. Once on her back, she especially relished the butt plug being driven more deeply into her ass, and the lower part of her body squirmed involuntarily from the incredibly erotic sensation. Her reins, which would remain attached to the bit in Lightning's mouth, were draped over the head of the bed, where they would be out of the way as much as possible.

Angela's jodhpurs were so tight they were starting to feel less than comfortable, so she decided to remove them before doing anything else. She sat on the same chair as before, and peeled them off and over her bare feet. That left her wearing nothing but cotton panties, which had a big splotch of wetness in the crotch. She knew that, while she was going down on Lightning and bringing her to an orgasm, or maybe two, they would get much wetter, soaked even, but she had her trusty pink Feeldoe, and the vibrating bulb would relieve her own needs, while the dong in the front took care of any more that the ponygirl might still have.

Feeling better, she got onto the bed beside Lightning, leaned over to cup in her hand one of the breasts that had been so fascinating, and start licking the nipple. Angela was elated that the light brown nubbin was so rigid that she could actually feel the tiny hard ridges against her tongue. After a few strokes, she switched her attentions to its equally erect twin, and treated it the same way. Because of the bit in her mouth, Lightning couldn't actually express her pleasure in words, but Angela could hear soft happy murmurs that, she was certain, meant the sexy ponygirl was really enjoying the attentions being paid to her breasts.

Lightning's master was absolutely right in that belief. When a boyfriend or girlfriend ate her pussy, Buffy would be highly vocal in expressing her joy. As a ponygirl, she wouldn't speak, except in an equine way, but she was not capable of controlling the soft, happy sounds she was already making under her master's ministrations. She also couldn't control the way her body was expressing pleasure by squirming under the mouth that was doing such delightful things.

After a few minutes, the things it was doing were even better. Angela opened her mouth and drew in one luscious globe and, with her lips forming a seal, started sucking while her tongue continued to caress the nipple and areola. Lighting's squirming turned to blissful writhing, as her master's mouth switched between the succulent twins, and her pussy lubricated even more heavily. Angela smelled the delectable aroma and smiled, as she anticipated how it would taste and how it would feel to have her head tightly squeezed by Lightning's muscular legs.

However, there was no hurry to get to that point, and she spent more time with her lips and tongue fondling the pony girl's breasts. Lightning whickered loudly from her delight, and the movements of her body pushed her orbs into the mouth that was pleasuring them. For a long time, Angela reveled in everything she was doing, and the responses they produced. The fragrance of the juices gushing from Lightning's pussy was one of the most Heavenly things she had ever smelled, and she had to find if they tasted even half as good.

Under other circumstances, Angela's mouth would have kissed and licked its way down her partner's naked belly, but that would have meant her tongue caressing the leather bands that made up the harness, which was not something she wanted to do. Likewise, her hands would have been lovingly stroking her partner's soft body, but the straps of the harness held no appeal for her. After twirling her tongue into the ponygirl's navel, evoking what sounded like a muffled giggle, she got off the bed, got back on between Lightning's legs, and walked on her knees until she was in the position she wanted.

Although still in the ponygirl mindset, Lightning was fully aware of what was about to be done to her by her master, and she very much wanted it to happen. She raised her legs, and that movement of her hips jostled the butt plug that held her tail, imbedding it more deeply in her ass. A great sexual thrill shot through her body, causing a fresh gush of pussy juices to be emitted, just in time for her lucky master to bend forward and lick it off the lips it covered. That was just a preliminary to what they both wanted so much to do. As Lightning watched, her thighs were embraced by her master's arms, as the successful fox hunter leaned forward so her face was inches away from the ponygirl's most private parts.

"Lightning, you have the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen."

Angela may have been exaggerating somewhat, but not much. The gorgeous ponygirl's pussy is truly a thing of beauty, especially with the way her lips were so swollen with lust. She was well cared for there too, because Buffy kept herself immaculate, and had shaved herself clean that morning. She had wanted to be completely smooth and hairless and ultra-sensitive in the afternoon during the judging and during the tryst after that, if there was to be one. Although she was not aware of all the details, the ponygirl's master was quite appreciative of the care that was obviously taken, and expected the rest of their time together to be extremely pleasurable for both of them.

Strutting for hours in the sun had caused a sheen of sweat to collect on Lightning's body. This was not a problem, and only added to the already delicious flavor of the juices that had been trickling out of her pussy for most of that time and had covered the insides of her thighs. Angela started at that soft and sensitive place, relishing the flavor as she slowly licked all the nectar from one leg before moving her mouth to the other.

Wanting to save the best part for last, she had started licking up the older juices from Lightning's legs and, from there, she moved to the ponygirl's crotch. They were fresher there, and even more delicious, and Angela took her time sluicing every drop into her mouth, before moving on to Lightning's pussy. The skin of the first outer lip was as smooth and soft as a living satin pillow, and her tongue took a long and mutually pleasurable time to caress every bit of it, all the way up to Lightning's soft, rounded mons.

The highly aroused ponygirl looked down her torso at the long, dark hair that covered the head between her thighs. Tremendous pleasure washed over her body from what her master's mouth was doing. She truly loved having her pussy eaten by either a man or a woman, but she wouldn't be able to reciprocate, because of the bit that would stay in her mouth for the entire time they were together.

Angela reveled in the beauty of Lightning's pussy, and in the flavor and the aroma of the juices being produced, as well as the way the shaven lips felt under her tongue. Being a considerate lover, she also enjoyed the fact that the ponygirl was obviously deriving pleasure, expressing her joy through her soft murmurs and the movements of her sexy body. She took her time in licking the second outer lip, once again stopping by kissing Lightning's Mount of Venus.
At that point, Angela raised her head and was elated when she saw more of the physical responses her tongue and lips were producing. The ponygirl's eyes were blissfully closed, and her head was tossing from side to side on the pillow, while her body writhed, with her breasts swaying erotically between the straps that made up her harness. Lightning's dripping pussy started responding too. As the older woman lowered her head again to begin devouring all the fresh nectar, it started fucking up into her face.

One of Angela's favorite things to do is to have a beautiful woman cum while eating her pussy, and that was what she decided to do, to bring Lightning to one orgasm and continue until she had cum a second time, and take even longer for that one. The young beauty was close to a climax already, so Angela used her fingertips to spread her pussy lips and started pressing her tongue directly against the pink hole that was the source of the nectar. Although she couldn't actually make much of a penetration, she was able to caress all the edges at once, bringing Lightning closer to cumming.

After a few seconds, Angela started moving her tongue upward, licking the pink slit, and probing under the inner lips. She knew that, next to the clit, this was the most sensitive part of a pussy that could be reached by her tongue. As she slowly licked toward that even more sensitive place, Angela felt the movements of Lightning's body becoming more and more erratic. The lovely ponygirl was moving rapidly toward cumming.

At the top of the slit, the swollen clit waited, and Angela opened her mouth and engulfed the little cutie. Closing her lips to make them a kind of seal, she sucked on the precious morsel while her tongue caressed the sides and top. The movements of Lightning became even wilder, as she, bounced up and down on the bed and rammed her pussy against her master's face, while her whole body pitched and tossed on the bed. Angela clung to the excited ponygirl's thighs while her mouth continued to lick and suck.

Massive waves, almost breakers of delight washed over Lightning' body, from her clit and from her ass. Every time she rammed her pussy into the face of her master, when she landed back on the bed, the butt plug that held her tail was jammed more deeply into her, adding immensely to her pleasure. She had almost no control over her movements. Her arms, still held akimbo by the restraints attached to her harness, flopped up and down, and her hips swiveled, thrusting her legs back and forth over the shoulders of her master. Abruptly, the pleasure mounted to a point where it exploded, overwhelming her, and Lightning started cumming, uttering a high-pitched squeal of joy, which may not have been very equine, but would never cause anybody to raise any objections.

The ponygirl's thighs clamped around her master's head, and her legs started oscillating wildly, swinging from side to side, while her pussy still fucked up into the face that was held a prisoner. Her whimpers and sobs, although incoherent, were clearly expressions of her joy, and they continued for as long as Lightning was cumming. When she climaxed, her back arched, all her muscles clenched, and she rammed her pussy into her master's face for an ultimate time. After her great orgasm, the very happy ponygirl collapsed back onto the bed, and her legs released their grip.

All the time that Lightning was cumming, Angela clung to her thighs and kept her lips tightly clamped around her swollen clit and enjoyed the ride, while continuing to suck and lick. After the explosive orgasm, she stayed in the same place for almost a minute, enjoying how her mouth felt so delightfully full. She didn't rise from her knees, but moved back slightly so she could devour all the fresh nectar that Lightning had produced while in the throes of cumming.

After licking everything from the ponygirl's thighs and crotch and pussy lips, she carefully sucked the very freshest nectar from the pink hole that had produced it. Under different circumstances, Angela would have left it there to provide lubrication for the shaft on her Feeldoe, but she intended to eat Lightning's pussy again, and bring her to another climax, so there would be another plethora of juices for that purpose. When she was through relishing all the nectar available, Angela once again started licking an outer pussy lip.

Totally relaxed, her eyes closed in bliss, the happy ponygirl savored the glow of her orgasm and hoped her master had enjoyed it too. When she felt the pleasuring tongue starting to lick its way, slowly and gently, up a smooth outer lip again, she realized what was happening, that her pussy was going to be eaten again. Lightning whickered softly as her head luxuriated in the pillow. Her master's tongue felt just as good the second time, and it was as much of a visual treat to see the head between her thighs, and watch the face come into view, juices smeared all around her mouth and nose and chin.

It felt just as good for Angela too, and she smiled when she saw how Lightning was responding this time. The ponygirl's first orgasm had been a great one, and the woman who brought it about had enjoyed it almost as much, and she wanted to do it again. She brought her mouth back down to where she had started, savored the taste of all the fresh juices that had been produced, and started licking the other outer lip. Slowly and gently, her tongue meandered up the smooth fair skin, until she once more kissed the ponygirl's mons.

When Angela looked again, she saw Lightning's head rolling back and forth on the pillow, with her eyes closed in bliss. The sight of that and of her voluptuous body writhing on the bed, her luscious breasts swaying gently, were truly delights to Angela's eyes, just as the fresh nectar was a delight to her taste buds. After devouring what had just been produced, she started licking between an inner and an outer lip.

Pleasure was inundating Lightning's body from two sources. Her master's tongue caressing her pussy was sending gushers of joy through her body, and the ponygirl was thrashing around on the bed from that. Those uninhibited movements led to the other, possibly even greater source of delight. Once again, every time she bounced or rolled or made any other movement that pressed her against the bed, the butt plug that was connected to her tail was driven more deeply into her ass, and it came back out the same distance when she moved again. Essentially, Lightning was being fucked in the ass by a long, thick dildo while having her pussy expertly eaten.

The expert pussy eater may have been having just as much fun, as her tongue caressed between the ponygirl's lips, thrusting into the seam between them as it slowly worked its way upward. When Angela reached the end of the inner lip, she raised her head slightly and was elated to see that Lightning's clit had pushed its way entirely out from under its protective hood and resembled a lustrous pink pearl. With the utmost delicacy, Angela reached out her tongue and fondled the luscious morsel, causing the highly aroused ponygirl to once again start fucking her pussy up into the face of the woman who had brought about that arousal. Angela smiled at the sight and at the sounds that Lightning's mouth was making. Although the bit would prevent any intelligible words, even if a ponygirl were willing to step out of character so far as to speak, Angela could recognize female moans of bliss when she heard them.

There were more and louder such sounds and more fucking up into the air when Angela brought her face back down and devoured the most recent pool of nectar. After relishing it all, she started licking the same way between the other inner and outer lips until she once more reached the adorable pink pearl. This time, her tongue caressed it for a longer time and with more force. The movements of Lightning's pussy became stronger and more erratic, and her sounds of joy became louder. Angela knew it was almost time to bring the lovely ponygirl to another orgasm.

To the degree that she could ever know such human things while in her current frame of mind, Lightning knew it too. For that day, she was devoted to pleasing her master, and hoped that wonderful lady was enjoying what they were doing, but she was also reveling in what the clever tongue and the butt plug were doing for her. It got better in every way when her master's mouth once more started fondling her in the same highly sensitive place where it had been when she climaxed earlier that afternoon.

It became even better when that same mouth surrounded the pink pearl and started sucking on it while caressing the swollen sides and top with her agile tongue. In an equine frame of mind or not, Lightning's involuntary response was to immediately go from docile ponygirl to bucking bronco. The movements of her body, from her master's oral and lingual stimulation of the most sensitive of her sex organs, were even wilder than they had been.

Angel kept her arms wrapped around Lightning's thighs and kept her mouth securely clamped around the succulent morsel that felt so good and so natural there. She knew that, erratic and strenuous as the ponygirl's movements were, they would become even more extreme than that.

She didn't have to wait very long. Lightning gave out with a loud whimper and another squeal of joy, incoherent but recognizable as an expression of ecstasy, and started cumming. Once again, her legs, which had been thrusting back and forth over her master's shoulders, like pistons, wrapped themselves around the head of the delighted woman who had brought her to such a wonderful state. They swung from side to side while Lightning's pussy fucked even more strongly into the face of the woman whose head was being held so tightly.

For as long as she was cumming, Lightning continued whimpering, murmuring and squealing, sounds that had never been heard from a four-legged pony. Angela clung tightly to the thighs that held her head, and kept sucking and licking the swollen morsel that she held securely in her mouth. After five of the most wonderful minutes either had ever experienced, all of Lightning's muscles spasmed, as her back arched and she jammed her pussy against the face that her legs were holding captive. After her great orgasm, she totally relaxed on the mattress, her eyes closed in unmitigated happiness. If not for the bit that distorted her mouth, a grin of utter bliss would have completed the mask of pleasure.

Once again, Angela relished the pool of nectar that her ponygirl had just produced. She licked up everything from both of Lightning's thighs, her belly and all around the outside of her pussy. However, this time Angela left all the juices that were still in the adorable pink hole that had produced them. Her Feeldoe was waiting in the chest of drawers, and she very much wanted to share it. The juices that remained, besides being delicious, were slick enough to provide perfect lubrication for the fucking that would soon be following.

Lightning's legs were draped loosely over her shoulders so, after her repast ended, Angela moved back, got off the bed and went to the top drawer of the chest. It contained a change of clothing, which she would put on before driving home, but she ignored that for the time being. The other object, a toy hygienically sealed inside a plastic bag, was what she wanted. Angela removed the bag and looked it over, a big smile on her face as she anticipated what it was about to do for her and for Lightning.

She had ordered the Feeldoe from Literotica, one of her favorite online sites, where she went to read lesbian stories, as well as other smutty tales by Boxlicker101. The toy was pink, and one end consisted of a bulb, which contained a battery-operated vibrator, and that was the part she would squeeze into her own pussy. It was thick but short, and she anticipated an easy insertion because she was sopping wet after watching Lightning's gorgeous naked body as she strutted her stuff all day and, especially, from eating out the sexy ponygirl's pussy and having her cum twice. The other end, which she would drive deeply into her partner, was seven inches long, and an extremely lifelike dildo, complete with mushroom-shaped head.

The curved connector between those two parts was studded with a series of raised ribs, and each of them was serrated. The ribs would massage the clits of both top and bottom with every stroke, and they had helped bring Angela and previous sex partners to some momentous orgasms. The toy was made of high-quality silicone, and the dildo part felt exactly like a real cock, even being warm to the touch. The differences were that it was bigger than most and was studded with molded pleasure bumps in the shapes of stars and pyramids. Besides that, it would always be ready to fuck, never going soft prematurely, and it would never impregnate anybody. After every use the entire toy was sterilized, so it would never cause any other kind of medical problems to its users.

Angela looked over at Lightning and smiled at the erotic sight. The lovely ponygirl was lying on her back, eyes still blissfully closed, mane in wild disarray on the pillow, legs spread apart and pussy dripping wet and ready for fucking. She started getting herself equally ready, squatting above the toy and spreading her lips so she could hold the bulb between them and rub it in her wetness. It was thick, but there was so much slippery fluid dripping from her pussy that Angela knew she would have no problem getting it inside herself. When it was sufficiently coated, she twisted and turned the base slightly and started wedging in the ovoid.

A jolt of pleasure shot through her body at the first penetration, and she drew in her breath sharply, but continued until that part of the toy was completely imbedded in her. She would turn on the vibrator later, after she had the other part all the way inside Lightning. With the bulb imbedded inside her, the ribbed area contacted her swollen clit, sending an even stronger current of joy throbbing through her entire being. Angela was already so sexually aroused that she expected to climax quickly, and that she would then reach a second orgasm after a longer, slower period of fucking. She also hoped to cause her partner to cum at least one more time, making everything even better for both of them.

Lightning opened her eyes and saw her master approaching, but she looked different. The sight of the large cock protruding from her crotch caused some confusion, because there was no question in the ponygirl's mind of her master's gender. Buffy had been fucked a few times by other women wearing strapons, but there were no straps visible around the waist or the hips of the person approaching. Like any good ponygirl, Lightning did not question what was about to happen to her, and only hoped she could help her master enjoy whatever she did.

Angela was not a mind reader, but she was in full agreement with the ponygirl's thoughts. That Saturday had already been a wonderful day for her, and it was about to become even better. She knelt between the muscular, creamy white columns that were Lightning's thighs and leaned forward. A soft whickering invited her to continue, although no invitation was needed. Before doing so, however, Angela stroked the thighs of the delightful creature she was about to start sharing the Feeldoe with.

"You've been really great, Lightning. This has been a wonderful day, and I know you've enjoyed it too, and I hope you'll like what we're about to start doing."

A responsive whinny and a toss of the ponygirl's head reassured her. Angela's fingers parted the pussy lips of the ponygirl, and she leaned in closer, with her other hand guiding the front shaft of the toy. She rubbed the end in the wetness oozing from the pink hole that was about to be stuffed, centered the tip, and gave a firm thrust, imbedding the head in the wet pussy that was there for her pleasure. A happy whinny greeted the initial penetration. Angela moved the shaft around slightly, making sure the dildo was not going to cause any pain or other problem with Lightning. She believed, correctly, that the ponygirl would not complain about pain, unless it became too severe to bear. Angela found no problem, and pushed forward again, plunging almost another inch of the toy into the place where they both wanted it.

Lightning was completely relaxed from her two orgasms, and slickly wet with her juices, but the butt plug in her ass was compressing her pussy, so it took longer than might have been expected to drive the entire plastic cock inside her. However, a long series of slow, firm strokes finally succeeded in doing so, especially after she started thrusting back to meet her master, and the wielder of the toy stretched her body on top of that of her partner. Lightning's wrists were still held tightly to the bottom belt of her harness, so she couldn't hug the woman on top of her, which would have been the usual thing for a woman on the bottom to do. Angela slid her hands under the upper arms of the ponygirl so her weight would be supported on her knees and elbows.

It was one of the most incredible places she had ever been, especially with her breasts and those of Lightning pressed together and their erect nipples scraping against each other. As great as it was, Angela slowly drew back, pulling the dildo most of the way out of the pussy where it had been lodged, and thrust it forward, driving it all the back inside. Unable to speak, Lightning murmured her joy at having her clit scraped by the raised stripes on the Feeldoe, but the sound was overpowered by the loud, blissful moan of her master, as that part of the toy did the same thing for her.

Angela knew she was almost ready to cum, even before putting the toy to use, so she decided to forgo turning on the vibrator until she had climaxed once. After that joyous event, she would turn it on and treat her ponygirl and herself to a long, slow fuck until they both enjoyed another orgasm. With that in mind, she drew back, paused for a second, and rammed the dildo forward again. The mutual stimulation of their clits by the ridges on the versatile Feeldoe evoked another duet of blissful sounds; Angela started losing more control of her body and rocking from side to side on top of Lightning. After having cum twice already, the ponygirl still had a long way to go before she reached another orgasm.

Her master certainly didn't. One more long, deep stroke of the toy raked the stripes extra hard against her clit, and it was enough to start her cumming. Angela let out an incoherent cry of joy, and her movements of top of Lightning immediately became even more frenetic. She thrashed from side to side while continuing to plunge the dildo into the ponygirl under her. With every thrust, the ovoid moved around inside her pussy, sending out waves of joy from wherever its pleasure bumps rubbed against her. Lightning lay on her back, unable to take an active part, except for fucking back to meet the thrusts of her master.

The transformation of a woman into a ponygirl at The Pony Farm involves dressing her and, during the process, she goes from a reasonably intelligent person to somebody who is dedicated to the pleasure and welfare of whoever happens to be her master that day. So it was with Lightning. She was aware that her master was enjoying herself immensely and, to the degree that she could feel emotions, she was very happy about that. She had also really enjoyed her own orgasms, although at more of a subconscious level and, if brought to another one, she would revel in that too, but only if she knew her master received pleasure as well.

Angela was aware of that, and she was also aware that the ponygirl would be unable to cling to her because of her bound wrists, and would not grip with her legs unless she was also cumming. Lightning would react to a physical stimulus, and could even derive extreme enjoyment from it, as she had been doing, but she was otherwise passive. For that reason, Angela had to concentrate on staying on top of her partner, and could not give herself completely over, as she normally would, to the joy of cumming.
Nevertheless, she received tremendous pleasure, especially when she climaxed, all her muscles clenching as she rammed the dildo into Lightning's pussy for an ultimate time. After her orgasm, Angela lay on top of her partner, catching her breath and resting for a few minutes, until she was ready for more, and spoke to the ponygirl who lay passively under her.

"That was terrific, Lightning. I really needed to cum, but the next one will be even better for both of us. You're going to cum again too." The only answer was a soft whinny, which was more than Angela expected, and she reached back and turned on the vibrator encased in the egg shape that was buried inside her pussy.

The battery operated part of the Feeldoe started working at a low speed, and Angela put the other part to work too, drawing the dildo almost out and thrusting it all the way back into Lightning's pussy. She did it again and again and again and, on the fifth stroke, with the raised stripes tickling her clit every time, Lightning thrust her pussy back to meet the toy as it surged into her. She murmured, softly and incoherently, but Angela, with her face just inches from her partner's, heard it and smiled.

Over and over, with long, slow strokes and the serrated stripes massaging both clits, she drove the dildo in and out of Lightning's pussy. The body of the ponygirl responded as that of a woman would have, starting to rock from side to side while her pleasure mounted. Angela's body was reacting the same way as it built slowly to another climax, one that would take longer to reach, and would be stronger and better than her first one.

They continued to take their time fucking, with Lightning thrusting back to meet the dildo every time it surged into her. She actually rose off the mattress when she felt the lining of her pussy being caressed by the pleasure bumps, followed by the sensation of explosions of excruciating pleasure from the butt plug in her ass when she landed again. Her involuntary murmurs of joy and the way her body thrashed from side to side as she slid back and forth let her master know how much the ponygirl was reveling in the great fucking she was getting. It was just as good for Angela, maybe even better, with the vibrator industriously buzzing and all the most sensitive places in her pussy also being stimulated by her set of pleasure bumps.

But, it could be improved. Still plowing the toy in and out, she raised her body slightly, cupped her hands under her breasts and looked at the sexy ponygirl below her. The harnesses she and the others in the herd wore, besides the other pleasurable things they helped accomplish, caused her large, firm breasts to jut upward even more than they would have, and helped hold them in place. Angela changed position slightly so that, every time she moved forward, her erect nipples rubbed against the equally rigid ones of Lightning. With every slow, deep thrust of the Feeldoe, both the ponygirl and her master had three of the most sensitive parts of their bodies stimulated, and they continued like that for a long time.

Although Angela was plunging the dildo in and out slowly, wanting to take as long as possible before either she or Lightning climaxed, she was starting to feel the imminent approach of her orgasm. From the way the ponygirl's head was rolling back and forth on the pillow and her body was pitching and tossing, Angela knew her partner's climax was also within minutes. Having taken as long as she could, she began fucking faster, driving the dildo in and out of the pussy under her and jerking around the ovoid inside her own. Lightning responded by ramming back just as hard and just as fast. The inside of the motor home was filled with their combined moans and whimpers of increasing delight.

The butt plug cramming her ass over and over and the dildo stretching and releasing her pussy started Lighting cumming first. Her powerful legs clamped down on her master's thighs and, when she rammed her pussy forward to meet the next thrust, she held so tightly that her body rode upward when Angela drew back. On the next stroke, the wielder of the Feeldoe drove it in even harder and deeper. The jolt of the stripes on the toy against her clit started her cumming too. Her arms moved to hug the thrashing body of the ponygirl, and they bounced up and down and bucked and rolled from side to side, both of them in the throes of cumming.

Whinnying loudly, Lightning was the first to climax, but only seconds before her master reached her orgasm. The muscles of both happy bodies clenched as they rammed their pussies against each other and against the rigid Feeldoe. It was a memorable climax, one of the greatest ever for either of them, and the two partners almost seemed to melt together into a pink and white puddle on top of the bed.

Following their tremendous, virtually simultaneous orgasms, the ponygirl and her master lay in a happy and satisfied heap. After ten minutes, Angela began to stir. The first things she did were to reach back and turn off the vibrator in her pussy and remove that part of the Feeldoe. There was a very nice gush of pleasure, as well as a torrent of her juices, when the widest part of the toy stretched her opening as it was taken out, but she knew the sex was over for that day.

She pushed herself upright, carefully pulling the other part of the toy from Lightning's pussy and licked off all the fresh juices. When she arrived home, the Feeldoe would be carefully washed and sterilized before its next use. Although the sex was over for the day, Angela still relished all the nectar she licked and sucked from Lightning's pussy, this time including what was still in her adorable pink hole. After that delicious treat, she got off the bed and put her replacement clothing on, while her recent sex partner still sprawled on the bed, happy to have been of service to her master and awaiting the chance to do more for her.

Angela picked up the ends of the reins, walked around to the foot of the bed and tugged on them, ordering the ponygirl to sit up. The command was obeyed, as was the next pull on the reins, from the side of the bed, telling her to get to her feet. Her master let the reins hang down the ponygirl's back while Lightning stood patiently, waiting to be told what to do. Before there were any further orders, Angela took the hundred dollar bills from a drawer, folded them into a tight packet and slid them behind the cardboard name tag inside the leather holder. Buffy would remove them later, but Lightning was either unaware of the transaction or disinterested. With the business part of the day's activities over, Angela stood next to the ponygirl and put an arm affectionately over her shoulders, to be rewarded by having her face nuzzled by a warm cheek.

"Well, Lightning, it's been a great day. I'd love to do it again in the future. Not next Saturday, but sometime soon. How does that sound to you?"

She didn't expect a spoken answer, and didn't get one. Angela was highly gratified, however, when Lightning whinnied loudly and nodded her head, tossing her mane emphatically, in the way a ponygirl expresses a variety of thoughts, including approval. This was fortified by more nuzzling with her cheek and even by rubbing her succulent breasts against her master's arm. Lightning definitely favored the idea.

"Good," Angela responded. "Maybe later this month."

She unlocked the door to the motor home, got behind Lightning and flicked the reins over the ponygirl's shoulders, as she began guiding her back to the barn. Angela was already looking forward to the next time she came to The Pony Farm and teamed up with Lightning, who just felt gratified she had been a good ponygirl and had brought pleasure to her master.



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