Robot Ponygirls?

By Sarah

 

 

����������� Sarah and the rest of the cheerleaders at Ponygirl University were special.� They were the best of the best in the school, when it came to being proper show ponies.� But not everything at Ponygirl University was as it seemed.� Soon, the new freshman class would learn just what life was like at the University.

 

 

����������� Jennifer and her friends got off the Ponygirl University bus, and stared at the imposing statues flanking the entrance.� Two stone ponygirl statues, each decked out in full ponygirl garb, were on either side of the entrance way.� As Jennifer entered the grounds, all over, there were statues of ponygirls.� It was like they were every 10 feet.� Jennifer and the rest of the freshman class were all surprised to see also how lifelike the carvings were.� The girls proceeded to the main building on campus, marveling at the statures as they went.

 

����������� Jennifer and the rest soon came to the administration office, and each picked out their schedules.� Most seemed ok, with such subjects as walk, trot, ring, jumping, and other pony activities.� All the girls were excited.� They were finally students at the most prestigious ponygirl school in the world.�

 

����������� To get into Ponygirl University, all the girls had to work extra hard growing up.� They were required to take some groom and handler training in high school working with the school�s ponygirls (usually the girls who failed out of trainer classes).� Then they each had to submit photos of themselves along with body measurements, to the university.� The university only allowed in about 20 applicants a month.� Their training lasted for over a year, depending on the type of pony the owners� community and the country as a whole required.� The university wasn�t the only one around, but it was the most prestigious.� There were schools and other institutions for training ponygirls, but for some reason, the graduating ponies of Ponygirl University were always the most highly sought.

 

����������� Jennifer and the rest of the freshman group then met one of the head trainers.� She split the group into ponygirls and trainers.� There were 3 new trainers in the group, the rest were ponygirls.� The head trainer then made the new trainer students strip the rest of the class, and bind their wrists behind their backs.� As each new ponygirl was stripped, one trainer would slip a bit gag into their mouths, and then link them to the completed ponygirls.�� The new ponygirls, once they were all linked together, were then marched to the stable buildings, to be assigned stalls and tack.

 

����������� As the ponygirls were marched in, the last one in the line was disconnected from the group, and her reigns were tied to the hitching rail in the stall.� Once she was fixed in the stall, tails were made matching her hair, and placed in butt plugs, then rammed into the ponygirl�s ass.� There was a lot of whinnying for the ponygirls as this happened, but they knew they always wanted it.

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����������� The trainers then moved back down the line, fixing a metal helmet onto each of the ponygirls.� None of the ponygirls knew what the helmets were for, but soon, all were drifting off to sleep.

 

����������� Jennifer�s tale:

 

����������� Jennifer woke up the next morning, and tried to speak.� All she heard was the high pitch whinny of a horse. She looked around the stall, and over to the other ponygirls around her.� All of them had similar waking up experiences.� None of them could talk.� Then with a rumble and bang, the stable door opened, and a group of about 20 trainers came into the barn.

 

����������� With loud shouts and cracks of whips, they herded the ponygirls out of the barn, and lead them down to the exercise ring.� Each ponygirl was hitched up to a large circular wheel, in what was probably an old flour mill, prior to the advent of the electric and computer controlled mills.� Then the whips cracked, and the group of 17 ponygirls began their marching training, while grinding the wheat into flour.

 

����������� Jennifer marched along with the others, with the only thought on her mind of how lucky she was to be allowed into the university.� WHACK! �pay attention, pony 25342!���

Jennifer colored up, and a line appeared on her ass.� She whinnied in pain, then resumed her proper marching.

����������� The ponies continued the same routine all thru the week, and then thru the next week.� Their bodies continued to be toned, their muscles honed and sharpened, and their behavior soon shifted from human behavior to pony behavior.� Soon, none of the ponies seemed to be able to remember human speech, or their lives before coming to the university.

 

����������� One day, pony 25342 was being led to the sales building, when she passed a stone statue.� Looking briefly at it as she passed, she saw one of her old stable mates in the stonework.� She halted for a moment, and the handler turned to see what had caught the ponygirls interest.�

 

����������� �Oh, yes. She was a good ponygirl.� But if you really want to see something interesting, come with me.�� With that, the trainer guided her pony towards a fenced off area.� Walking inside, pony 25342 was shocked to see her body being supported by ropes and pullies, being entombed inside stone, with the same metal disk around her head.�

 

����������� �That�s right, little pony.� That�s you.� You�re going to make a fine addition to the stone garden.� We keep all our ponygirls in the garden, so when their created bodies breakdown, their minds can be cloned into newer bodies.� See, the government quickly found a means of cloning, once the aliens were allowed to help us with the mind helmets.� See, we actually don�t need any more ponygirls, but with the worlds over population, what could be more sexual than turning beautiful young women like you into mindless ponygirls?� The answer was so simple; turn you into stone ponygirls, to be spread across the country.� So soon, every city will be filled with stone ponygirl statues.� And what�s more interesting, inside each one, will be a real live breathing girl.� See, those aliens were really clever.� They took our concrete mix, and added some micro bots to the mix, making it possible to keep the body inside alive forever.� HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!�

 

����������� With that, the trainer guided the cloned ponygirl to the auction block.

 

The end.....?�

 

Or Is it?