It hadn't been twenty-four hours since she had become her master's pony girl. Her 'tail' still felt strange and uncomfortable jammed into her tight little ass, but what could she do? He had ordered her not to remove it. She had answered his advertisement in a local newspaper. It said: "Attractive broadminded female wanted for unusual sex work". No problem,...
Author's note: I knew nothing about ponygirls, but I decided to give it a shot and write this story. I tried to stay away from all other ponygirl stories because I wanted to develop my own concept of what it meant. I'm sure many pony fans will criticize me, and others will praise me, but I'm convinced it is one of a kind because I stayed true to myself as a...
Henry had actually come up Trumps, I had barely arrived back at the farm than he took me to the big barn behind the stables, one I had never been to before, and I saw it contained a half decent training arena. "What do you think of this?" he asked. It was a little black box with a strap. "Great?" I said, wow a box with a strap wonderful. "Ha, you haven't...
Pony Ride Melissa walked out of the exercise studio with a towel around her neck, her martial arts jacket bundled up under her arm. Mike had told her it was called a judo-gi and had shown her how to tie it into a tight bundle using the long cotton belt. She was tired, but not as exhausted as she had feared. In fact, she realized she felt energized. Learnin...
The Wooden Pony Club "The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs." — Wally Lamb, The Hour I First Believed My journey began when my boyfriend took me to a fancy restaurant for my birthday. We feasted gloriously on chilled avocado soup, char-grilled salmon with asparagus, lamb casserole l'arabique and...
9-13-14 Reposted by request Seven Tails Tail One: More Than The Heavens (Sarabeth) ***** One Three months. Three whole months. I was getting a little crazy from being alone, even if I didn't prefer the company of most other people. I was far from used to behaving myself for so long. It was time that I did something about this situation. Three months...
Once upon a time, in a land not so far from our own, there lived a young slave girl named Cinderella. Beautiful was the word most used to describe young Cinderella, though sensual, lovely, luscious and supple also were heard when villagers dwelled near the castle grounds. Cinderella however, did not think herself so pretty, for she was humble, a mere slave a...
And then, on Monday, it rained. It would seem that the weather was trying to make up for the previous spell of sunshine and, with the wind blowing briskly from the South-west, great banks of black clouds scudded overhead, each one bringing with it it's own downpour. Jim threw on a coat before setting off but, even so, he was drenched by the time he got to Ne...
I was almost bucked off last night. I rode the electric pony until I do not remember getting off—figuratively and literally. My friend Q is very good with his hands. He can build and make some very imaginative toys and special furniture. Last night we debuted his latest creation—a wooden pony with an electric mane. I have ridden a wooden pony many times...
Cannes to Las Vegas a pony girl odyssey A sequel to Saddleworth to Cannes "What on earth did you want to go and do that for!" Daddy demanded as I stepped down from the podium, or what was left of it after it collapsed when I did my victory jump, to a faint ripple of polite applause with my Cannes grand prix winners gold medal around my neck. I had just w...