Bar None Stables
by Kilogram
Chapter 8
Linda had gotten used to the continuous circles in the training area.
She was only one of sixteen ponygirls hitched to the wagon. She did not know
that she was only one of two new ponygirls. True, the others had little more
experience than she did, but they had advanced in their training to such a point
that the trainers had no doubt they would do exactly as directed by the reins.
Linda trotted forward without realizing the route had changed. The
sudden blast of bright light told her they had left the basement training area
and were out on a street. Someone might see her! She tried to stop, but the
momentum of the others carried her forward.
The next step in the beautiful ponygirls training had begun. They would
teach her to be proud of parading about naked in public.
It had taken Linda six weeks to reach this point from the time they
first hitched her up to a training sulky. Once she knew the mechanics of pulling
the device and obeying commands from the reins, they altered her harness.
Leather pads covered her eyes. Not that she could see much before, but now she
saw only a faint yellow glow from about the edges of the blindfold.
The ponygirl now had no distractions. She learned to obey every command
from the reins. In a matter of days, they had her weaving back and forth among
the barrels. Once she had demonstrated to them that she would following the
orders given her by the reins, they removed the blindfold. They changed her
harness and bit to a regulation ponygirl harness and bit, complete with
blinders. She could see only the ground before her where she was to put her
foot. The check chains and harness prohibited her from raising her head or
moving it to either side. The blinders prohibited her from seeing what was to
either side.
This is only part of her training though. She spent long hours in the
automatic walker only now they had changed the routine. Each day they decreased
the amount of time walking while increasing the amount of time trotting. Within
a couple of weeks, Linda spent all her time trotting around in a circle. Her
stamina increased. What little body fat she began with had when she first came
there was burnt away by the strenuous exercise.
That was not the only change to her body.
"She certainly is developing quite a pair."
The hands lifting her boobs and allowing them to drop told her what they
talked about. The change to her bosom had been gradual so she had forgotten
about the hormones in her ponygirl feed.
This forced them to take her back into the tack room periodically to
scan her body. The large boobs changed the distribution of her body weight. (The
larger boobs made her top heavy.) Changes to the cuirass compensated for these
changes. This leather device forced her to hold her body in the proper position
so she would not hurt her back.
Every time Linda performed well, they would reward her with a sugar
cube. If they forgot, she found herself snorting and stamping a hoof on the
ground to remind them.
Linda's training progressed quickly. Though she was unaware of it, she
moved ahead of other ponygirls who had arrived before her.
They placed her with three other ponygirls who were nearing the end of
their training. These three knew what to do. Their job was to teach Linda by
example.
The trainers wrapped a leather strap about each leg just above the
ankle. Attached to each were a dozen circular bells. The straps were marked
"left" and "right" (though Linda was quite unaware of this). The bells on the
different straps were different diameters so they gave a different pitch when
they jingled.
"Keep in time! Keep in time!"
They used the switch freely on the luscious ponygirl's upper thighs.
Quickly she learned to move her legs in time with the others. Not only did the
four ponygirls trot around in the circle at a rapid pace, they moved their legs
in unison, up, down, up, down, around and around.
The next step was to teach Linda to work as part of a coach-and-four. As
the new ponygirl to the team, her position was on the left in the rear row.
About all she could see were the lower back and bottom of the ponygirl before
her, a blonde ponytail protruding from the ass of the ponygirl.
As she waited for them to finish getting the team harness to the coach,
Linda thought about her own ponytail. She had worn it for several weeks now. She
was so used to having it stuck in her that she felt strange when they pulled it
out so she could relieve herself.
When they slid it back in, her nipples became hard and pointed. The
trainers had commented upon this. She had come to enjoy having that plug stuck
up her ass.
As she stood there thinking about it, they became hard and pointed
again. Linda wondered if she was blushing. She had become quite proud of that
ponytail dangling down from her bare fanny. She could feel it swinging from
side-to-side as she trotted along. From the comments the trainers made, she knew
she made a beautiful sight.
Linda's training thus far had been in the stable compound. For this
advanced training on with the coach and four, they took her on a trail outside.
They were not the only team to go out so they had to wait in line. Five minutes
after the team ahead of them left, the driver shook the reins.
"Giddy-up."
The four started forward, pulling the coach and the driver behind them.
By then Linda knew how to maintain the same rhythm as the other three. The bells
on their ankles jingled together.
The route they took was a mile long, a gentle loop that brought them
back to the stable. Hooves pounded as the soft track as they sped along at a
trot. In ten minutes they were back at the stable.
After a brief rest, they started out again on the same track. The pace
was about the same as before, though they did knock a few seconds off the time.
The driver knew they were not in a race against the clock. They were learning to
be good little ponygirls.
The next break was longer. They then took a different track. It too was
about a mile long, but had more twists and turns to it. The four ponygirls made
the various turns while maintaining the same rhythm to their pace.
After four days of this type of training, the lead ponygirl, the one in
the front row on the right, was removed. Linda moved to the right while another
ponygirl was added to the team in her former position.
After the first day, Linda noticed a change to the ponygirl before her.
Her leather training cuirass was gone, replaced by a black corset.
In days, Linda moved to the front row, first on the left, and then on
the right. Almost immediately, they removed her training cuirass. She wore a
black corset now.
The change did not occur without testing. The trainers attached sensors
to it and to her harness. The position of her body was scanned as she trotted
along. The computer analyzed her movements and issued its judgment: Linda
trotted along as a ponygirl with the cuirass to keep her in body in the proper
position. Her training was almost complete.
One morning Linda was taken loaded into the back of a jettruck with
three other ponygirls. Linda felt them attach one strap after another to various
parts of her body. When they finished, it was quite impossible for Linda to fall
over, bang against the sides, or slam into another ponygirl.
The trip was uneventful and less than an hour long. When they emerged,
they were in the basement of the Bar-None Enterprises building though none of
the ponygirls knew that. All they could tell was that they were inside some
building. Most noticed the sweet smell of the country air was gone.
For two days, Linda trotted around in the basement training area. She
wore a black and red corset, the colors of the Bar None Stables. There were
sixteen ponygirls in the team and they no longer had the belled straps, but
other than this, nothing had changed from her previous training.
Then she was out in public where people could see her. (Because of the
blinders though, she could not see anyone.) She imagined everyone was staring at
her naked body, pointing and laughing.
As had been her training back at the stable, Linda worked her way
forward through the team until she was in the front row where everyone could see
her body. After the first day the team was kept outside. They returned to the
basement only for sessions on the automatic walker.
"Look, Mommy! They're beautiful!" a little girl squealed as they trotted
past one day.
Linda had to think about it for only a few seconds because she concluded
that girl was correct. She had the body of a ponygirl, oversized boobs and long,
lean legs. She began to take pride in herself as a ponygirl belonging to the
most prestigious stable in the country.
Once they felt Linda was accustomed to being in public as a ponygirl,
the trainers moved her to a coach and four. These were the executive coaches. If
a VP needed to go somewhere, he would summon a coach and four. Occasionally,
they would go out to pick up young women, just as Linda had.
Though Linda had been a ponygirl was almost four months, she still had
not earned any money for the company. During that time she had run up training
and feed bills. As new ponygirls moved into the basement, it was time for her to
move out where she could earn her keep.
One day Linda found herself in a most unusual position. Instead of being
in front of the coach, she was hitched behind it with five other ponygirls, two
columns of three ponygirls secured front to back. The team of four was hitched
to the front.
The coach, the driver, and the ten ponygirls moved across town. There,
in that park where Linda had gone on a date, she found her new home.
That was where she met Him. Because of the blinders and the harness, she
could not see above His waist.
He rubbed the back of His hand across her nipples.
"Boy! You are a real beauty."
He slipped her a sugar cube though she had done nothing.
Using a curry comb, He brushed the ponytail dangling down from the back
of her head.
"I don't think I've ever seen a ponygirl as beautiful as you," He said
as He slipped her another sugar cube.
He led her to her stall so she could rest. In the morning she would
start earning her keep.
