PonyGirl

by Barbie Lee

 

Part 2

Roger had put most of his life in the drawings and manuscripts piled up near the door. That part of his life was finished. He had gave it his all but the lawsuit Virgina slapped him with had removed his heart. The lawyer Roger had talked to wanted ten thousand up front to take his case and defend him against Scientific Galaxy’s allegations of not honoring a publishing contract with them. Roger was trying to raise the money by selling his home, the missile silo, and his two hundred acre hunk of New Mexico desert. Problem was, not a whole lot of people liked to live away from civilization like Roger did. Consequently the demand for property like his did not make it hot property. It could take months or years before a buyer was found.

Roger pushed open the screen door and walked out to the barn where Pal was eating hay from the manger. Walking up to his old friend, Roger put his arms around his neck and hugged him. "Diane said she would take good care of you. I told her not to give you too much ice cream or you would get fat."

As hard as he tried not to, the tears started trickling out of Roger’s eyes. He didn’t mind losing the house or the farm. What cut his heart out was having to give up Pal. City folks kind of frowned upon someone keeping a horse in their apartment. Besides, horse pets made landlords cranky. And then it really wouldn’t be fair to Pal. The horse had never been penned up or corralled from the first day Roger found him beside his dead mother.

"You paid me too much."

Roger recognized that voice. He wiped the tears from his eyes as he turned to look at Sharra. "No, it was severance pay. If you came back looking for more, I’m afraid the well is dry. I’m having to sell everything to raise money to hire a lawyer."

"You’re selling Pal?" She walked into the barn and stopped beside Roger as she reached out and laid a hand on Pal’s withers.

"No, you don’t sell a friend. I’m giving him to Diane. She will take good care of him. He likes her a lot." Roger sniffed as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand.

"You’ve been crying?" Sharra was looking at Roger’s red eyes.

"I guess. It’s hard to give up a friend. He seemed to understand me better than anyone else." Roger took a deep breath to settle his emotions. "Sharra, you want the PonyGirl rig? You seem to like it and I don’t think anyone else would appreciate it."

"How much you asking for it?" She walked over to the box and opened the lid as she studied the contents.

"Well, I thought I’d give it to you but if you want to make a small donation to my legal fees then that would be appreciated too." Roger walked up beside her and was looking at the rig that had almost put him on the path to a decent living. It was too late to remiss. Lance Price would treat him like a leper now.

Sharra picked up the bridle and held it out toward Roger. "Did you ever try it on?"

Roger tried to fake a shocked look but it looked fake as he scrunched up his face. "I don’t think I would make a good PonyGirl."

Sharra smiled as she held the bridle up to his mouth. "One never knows. If you still have your wisdom teeth then this is really going to be a poor fit."

Sharra was leading PonyGirl out of the barn with Pal following faithfully behind. Roger was thinking he must have blacked out when she slipped that bit up into his mouth. He remembered Sharra putting the bit in his mouth. Now he was being led out of the barn, and he was PonyGirl. PonyGirl was more than the rig he was buckled into. Somehow she had changed him into his own PonyGirl. He had…, or rather more accurately; she had breasts with nipple rings, and a nose ring and golden chains. She had long hair cascading down her back, and broad hips. She was almost positive she had female plumbing but the way she was chained up she couldn’t be positive. Well, yes she was positive. She knew she had a ring in a strategic spot between her legs and chains led down to it too. Roger was positive she was either having a realistic dream or he had crossed paths with a witch. She didn’t believe in witches but he didn’t believe in the realism of this dream either.

Sharra led PonyGirl over to the horse walker. The horse walker was a motorized wheel that was on a pole six feet up in the air. The wheel had four, eight-foot horizontal pipe arms extending out from the hub. She looped the reins through one of the eyes at the end of one of the pipes. "Get into a rhythm or you will stumble along."

Roger was still having a hard time believing he was PonyGirl.

Sharra walked over to the front door and flipped a switch. The walker started moving with PonyGirl stumbling along trying to keep up. There were a lot of painful reminders PonyGirl needed to get into a rhythm as she trotted along behind the walker. When she stumbled it made her breasts bounce and that pulled on her nipple rings, and her nose ring, and that other ring Sharra had put in her. If she slipped into trotting with a rhythm then it wasn’t half-bad but if she stumbled it hurt like hell in more ways than one. PonyGirl concentrated on trotting along with a graceful rhythm as much as a dancer or ballerina concentrates on their movements.

With Roger learning her role as PonyGirl, Sharra went to work cleaning up the house. First were the years of Roger’s work he had tossed in a pile by the door. The drawings and manuscripts needed to be put back in order in the study.

As Roger followed the walker, she was horrified to see some people walking out of the desert toward her. She wanted to run and hide but she couldn’t as she followed the walker in a continuous circle, getting a painful reminder to stay in rhythm each time she missed a step.

It was Monday and Virgina Loseso was not a happy camper. The company jet had an unexpected recall described by FAR Bulletin 2691A. And this was the week she was flying out to Los Angeles to Book Expo West. Publishers who were real publishers didn’t miss this book expo. It gave them time to check out the competition and to push Scientific Galaxy books.

The pilot was trying to explain if Virgina would stop interrupting him each time he opened his mouth. "Ms. Loseso, we have to pull the left engine and X-ray the engine brackets. The notice from the FAA it is subject to hairline cracks which could possibly lead to the engine breaking off in flight."

She was looking out the window and had her back to him as he was talking. Now she turned around to glare daggers at him. "You said it could fly with one engine. So what’s the problem. That piece of trash does have two engines does it not? You can look it over when we get back from the book fair."

"I’m sorry, Ms. Loseso but it isn’t that simple. When we receive a FAR notice that means the plane is grounded until we comply with the information. If I took that plane up now they would suspend my license."

"Piss on your license. I want you to make sure that plane is together and ready to fly come Friday." She was glaring at him to make him understand there were no negotiations on this.

"You want to fly that plane, then be my guest. I’m not going to lose my license over some tight assed bitch who thinks the world revolves around her."

"How dare you talk to me that way. You’re fired!" Virgina put her fists on her hips.

"You can’t fire me because, I QUIT!" Lynn turned on his heel and walked out, slamming the door behind.

"No respect. They just don’t show any respect any more. It’s the fault of all those democrats who are so liberal and handing everyone a free ride." She keyed her intercom. "Peggy, get me a pilot to fly me out to Book West on Friday. Check the reservations at the Hotel Wisteria."

"Yes, Ms. Loseso." Came back on the intercom.

PonyGirl was mortified when the people walking across the desert got close enough she could recognize who they were. It was the Raul, the old Mexican craftsman, only he didn’t really look that old now. And Marcella, the lady who served the meals in the Cantina.

They stopped outside the circle PonyGirl was walking as she dutifully followed the horse walker around and around. Raul pointed to the silver bridle as PonyGirl trotted by. "I do fine work do I not? See how it flashes in the sun."

The woman agreed. "Yes you do. She is a quick learner. See how she moves her hooves to get the right step so she doesn’t jerk?"

Raul nodded. "She is doing good. It is time to try her out on the sulky."

Silently PonyGirl moaned. She was going to find out what Sharra had gone through. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Who or what were these people she had got mixed up with?

The walker stopped as Sharra stepped out of the house. "Marcella, Raul, it’s good to see you. Your help is greatly appreciated."

Marcella laughed as she took PonyGirl’s reins lose and was leading her to the barn. "Wouldn’t have missed it for the world. You have to tell me what you have planned."

PonyGirl was also all ears, as she really wanted to know what they had planned. She hoped somewhere in those plans was a return for Roger.

"I’ll tell you later after you take her for a ride." Sharra was walking along side Marcella as the group headed toward the barn.

In the barn, Sharra slipped the leather corset on PonyGirl and cinched it up. PonyGirl was positive she knew what toothpaste felt like when someone squeezed it in the middle of the tube. When Raul pulled the sulky up and snapped the rails into the locks on each side of the corset, PonyGirl realized what they expected of her. She decided enough was enough, she didn’t like this game any longer and she wasn’t going to pull anyone along in a sulky.

Marcella climbed up in the seat and put her feet in the rail stirrups. Sharra looped the reins back over PonyGirls shoulders and handed them to Marcella. "Give her a breather at the gate before you head back."

"Okay, I’ll see you when you get back from town." Marcella shook the reins urging PonyGirl to go.

PonyGirl wasn’t in any mood to go so she stood there.

Marcella glanced over at Sharra who shrugged her shoulders. Marcella shook the reins again. "PonyGirl giddy up."

PonyGirl stood there in defiance, she had no intention of trotting down to the missile site and back.

"As you like." Marcella picked up the whip and snapped PonyGirl on her ass with a crack of the whip.

PonyGirl understood one thing very clearly. She didn’t want to feel the sting of a whip on such a tender spot, ever again. She trotted out of the barn and down the driveway toward the road, pulling Marcella and the sulky. Soon her steel horseshoes were ringing out a staccato rhythm on the pavement as PonyGirl headed toward the silo a mile down the highway.

Friday morning at nine a.m. Virgina and three of the board members were in the company jet headed to Los Angles. It was a boring flight for the first two hours. Then things started going wrong in a hurry. A large front with thunderstorms had formed ahead of them. Normally they would climb up to forth thousand feet and fly over but the port engine was losing power.

"Houston, this is Alpha Paul Jake Nickel requesting a flight path around the thunderstorms." Ben was getting worried. With that number one engine losing power and the storms up ahead he was considering looking for an airport to set it down.

"Miss Loseso, we need to put this plane down. I don’t think Los Angeles is an option at this time." He turned to talk over his shoulder to the lady who hired him.

"That’s Ms. Loseso, you idiot. I don’t care if you carry this plane into Los Angeles. If you want to get paid then you keep flying." Came from the back of the jet.

"Ma’am, I don’t think you quite see the whole picture…,"

"The only one here who doesn’t see the whole picture is you. Land this plane in Los Angles or you aren’t getting paid." She retorted.

"Yes ma’am." Ben was sure he wanted to be paid.

"Houston, Alpha Paul Jake Nickel is deviating south around the thunderstorm." Jake banked the little jet to the left and lost a little more altitude. That port engine was really beginning to lose power.

They ran right straight into a rainsquall. Ben was flying instruments now and still losing altitude. Normally a rainsquall would only last a few minutes more or less as they flew through it. This one kept on and on, and on, and...,

"Houston, Alpha Paul Jake Nickel, we have a serious problem here. We are losing altitude and our port engine. Hello Houston? Houston?" Ben had lost the radios too. His heart climbed up in his throat. Things never quit on a plane by themselves. Usually the whole instrument panel would start dying when one thing went south.

"May Day, May Day, May Day, this is Alpha, Paul, Jake, Nickel, declaring an emergency. May Day, May Day." The port engine flamed out and Ben wanted to bail out. There was a wee problem. There were no parachutes on board.

Suddenly the bottom fell out and the altimeter started unwinding thousands of feet per second. Ben pushed the starboard engine to maximum and pulled back gently on the yoke. They were caught in a down draft under the thunderstorm. If he had both engines and full power it would have been a non-event. Now he had to make sure he didn’t stall out by pulling back too much.

"oh shit!" He was looking at trees and hills as the plane fell out from under the thunderstorm.

The little jet leveled out just before they pancaked into the trees. By the slimmest of margins, Ben managed to pull the jet over the mountain ridge right in front of them. The starboard engine was overheating at maximum thrust.

Past the mountain ridge, Ben saw a clearing and an airport. It would be tight but it was their only chance. He aimed for it. It was a runway with a couple hangers over to the side. A private runway for sure. Ben put it down and managed to taxi back to one of the hangers before he shut down the starboard engine.

"This isn’t Los Angeles. Where is this? I said Los Angeles. I demand you get us back in the air and fly this piece of crap to Los Angles." Virgina was looking out her window at an unfamiliar airport.

Ben rose out of his seat, walked back to the cabin door, opened the door, stepped off the jet and kissed the tarmac. "I’m gonna strangle that woman."

The hanger door in front of him rose up and a curvaceous redhead dressed in tan slacks and tan blouse walked up to an OMAC sitting inside. She started walking around the jet taking off the flags and shields that kept the bugs and things out of the vents.

"Miss, excuse me." Ben walked over to where she was inspecting the jet.

The attractive redhead had her hand on the landing door before she turned to look at him. Her emerald green eyes were stunning. "Yes?"

"Is there a phone around here? I need to call in an emergency landing." Ben wondered why she wasn’t interested in his plane sitting on her airport?

She pointed to her right. "About three miles up that road is a logging company. They have a phone."

"Three miles? There isn’t one around the hanger or something?" He couldn’t believe there was no phone in one of the hangers.

"Don’t you have a cell phone?" She looked up at the rest of the people who had come off the airplane, two men and a woman.

Virgina shook her head. "Damn cells don’t seem to be working. I guess the storms have messed them up or something."

"Three miles up that way is a phone." The redhead in the tan slacks pointed again.

Virgina looked at the OMAC. "Are you flying out? Where you headed?"

"Los Angeles, why?" The woman turned her attention to the group.

"Our plane has obviously quit. Can you take us with you? I’m headed to a meeting there." Virgina couldn’t believe her good fortune at finding someone going where they were headed.

"No. I have a full load already. You would overload me. Sorry, no can do." The woman stepped up to the side of the OMAC.

Virgina stepped up beside the woman and grabbed her arm. "Listen I need to get to Los Angeles." Actually, Virgina didn’t really care about Los Angeles, she only wanted out of this little no where hole they had landed in. The men could stay here until help arrived, or didn’t arrive. She didn’t care.

The woman hesitated. "Just you?"

"Yes."

"Climb in up front. I’m set up for cargo not people. I only have the pilot and copilot seats on this bird." The woman waited for Virgina to climb into the plane before she followed her on and closed the landing door.

The men didn’t complain as they watched the little OMAC taxi out and take off with Virgina on board. They felt overjoyed they had finally found a little separation from the cruel bitch.

As the jet climbed for altitude, the woman looked over at Virgina. "I’m Donna, what’s your handle?"

Virgina looked at the pilot. "I’m Virginia Loseso, with no i before the a. V-i-r-g-i-n-a. You may address me as Ms. Loseso."

Donna nodded over her shoulder. "What about your friends back there?"

"Friends? They aren’t my friends. Just a bunch of men. They can stay there for all I care. I’ll dock those two for not showing up at the book fair. That stupid pilot can wait till hell freezes over before he gets paid for getting us in that mess. I’ll sue his ass for any damages to the plane." Virgina smiled as she thought about all the pain a lawsuit would inflict on that pilot.

Donna nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan. I have to drop into New Mexico to dump some cargo. You know anyone there?"

Virgina shook her head. "No. Some wannabe writer lives someplace in New Mexico."

"What’s his name?" Morgan pulled up her landing checklist and was going down it.

"I don’t remem…, yes, it was Roger something or another. Stopped by my company trying to sell me some shitty story about a woman turned into a draft horse. Made me sick to listen to such drivel, but he won’t be writing any more. Men are sick."

Donna eased the throttles back and the little OMAC started losing altitude. "I take it you bought his story and don’t intend to publish?"

Virgina cackled as she thought about it. "No, I heard via the publishers grapevine Lance Price offered him a contract. I slapped his ass with a lawsuit for trying to sell the story."

"You didn’t buy his story but you are suing him? What did he do?" Donna lined the OMAC up with a dirt runway in the middle of the desert.

"He wrote a bad story with women as objects of subjugation. I’ll keep him in court and he’ll die of old age before he gets the chance to sell any of his ideas. He’ll learn women are superior to men in every respect." Virgina had to laugh as she thought of the irony of it. A male lawyer suing a male writer because she had the money and the power to make it happen. Men were stupid.

The little OMAC settled down on the dirt runway kicking up a cloud of dirt and sending dust devils scurrying off into the desert. Donna taxied down to the end of the runway and killed the engines. "This is going to take a little while. This plane is going to feel like an oven in a few minutes with the desert sun cooking the metal. You might want to step outside while I take care of this delivery."

"Okay, I guess." Virgina slid out of her seat and followed Donna off the jet.

Virgina had stepped out of the jet and was standing beside the plane. A hand came over her shoulder and someone put an arm lock on her neck pulling her over backwards. When she opened her mouth to scream, something was slipped inside.

"I hope this works out for you. That woman has a real grudge against the world and men in particular." Donna was looking at Sharra and then down at PonyGirl lying unconscious on the ground.

Sharra put her fingers in her mouth and whistled. Raul came driving up with Roger’s jeep. They picked up the unconscious PonyGirl and put her in the back. Sharra hesitated before she climbed into the jeep with Raul. "Thanks, Donna."

Donna tilted her head in acknowledgement. "I don’t disagree with you, Sharra. After talking to her on the plane, I would have asked Morgan to do something to her if you weren’t already working on it. She could have lived out the rest of her life as the object she hates. If your methods don’t work, let me know and I’ll do my thing. I think I’ll ride along with you to see how this works out if you don’t mind."

Virgina awoke feeling strange. She tried to lick her lips. There was something in her mouth, it was big and it tasted metallic. As she focused her eyes there was a man looking down at her. "Buenos Dias"

Virgina wanted to tell him to get lost but that thing in her mouth wouldn’t let her form words. "mmm"

He smiled knowingly. "I know. It’s time for you to go to work."

‘fuck off’ was in her mind but not in her vocabulary. She tried to get up but couldn’t. Every time she tried to get her hands in position to push herself up she painfully pulled on tender areas of her breasts or between her legs.

Sharra walked up to Virgina’s right as Raul stepped to her left. They lifted Virgina up and stood her on her feet. Or rather stood her on PonyGirl hooves. Sharra gathered up the reins and started to lead PonyGirl to the barn. Virgina refused to budge. She had no idea what they had done to her but she was determined not to co-operate. When Sharra pulled on the reins Virgina felt a sharp pain in her tongue.

Sharra gave her some slack as she looked back at PonyGirl. "Let me explain something to you. That is a bridle you have in your mouth. The bridle has a spade bit. It’s a cruel bit as it digs into the mouth if the reins are pulled. I thought you might enjoy a little bit of pain since you seem to be so free with passing it out to others. Roger Tanner brought to your publishing company a manuscript and you turned him down. That part was up to you. What brought you to the place where you are now PonyGirl is the lawsuit you slapped on him when you thought another publishing company was going to publish his manuscript. You did that out of pure evil and nothing else."

Sharra pulled on the reins and Virgina refused to budge. "I’m going to give you a hint. Like it or not, you are PonyGirl and if she is destroyed then that’s your life too. Either adjust your attitude or it’s going to be one miserable life you managed to drag yourself into."

Sharra gave a sharp yank on the reins. PonyGirl stumbled forward as the bit dug into her mouth. As she followed reluctantly along, she was enjoying a thought. She would have all these people thrown in prison. Sharra stopped PonyGirl in front of a sulky. Raul and Sharra picked up the rails and locked the rails to the latches on the sides of her leather corset.

If PonyGirl could have laughed she would have. If these people thought she was going to pull that thing then they were sadly mistaken. Marcella climbed up in the seat and put her feet into the rail stirrups. "We will walk since you aren’t trained yet. Let’s go." Marcella shook the reins.

PonyGirl stood there. These people were not going to use her like a beast of burden. Screw them, she wouldn’t co-operate with these people. They could go find a man to do this PonyGirl crap.

Marcella picked up the whip. "As you wish."

There was a crack. PonyGirl felt her bare ass burning and a sharp pain. She jumped but still refused to go. There was another crack and she jumped again as her buttox was beginning to burn. It was the forth sting of the whip when PonyGirl decided the lesser of the two evils was moving rather than standing there and being whipped. PonyGirl stumbled a lot as she walked out to the highway. Walking with hooves was not natural to her.

Sharra watched with Raul as Pony Girl walked out to the road and headed off down the deserted highway with Marcella at the reins. Sharra shook her head as she looked over at Raul. "Think I made a mistake? That woman has a lot of hate inside her. She may not change."

Raul reached over and took Sharra’s hand. He turned her so she had to look at him. "You are human. Humans make mistakes. God’s make mistakes too. Marcella has lived many many centuries and she has handled humans like Virgina before. What happens is up to Virgina. She either sees the error of her ways or she will be filled with more hate until it consumes her."

Raul gave Sharra a wink as a smile spread across his face. "Did Roger enjoy his four days of training as she learned how to be a PonyGirl?"

Sharra laughed as she pulled on Raul’s hand to lead him to the house. "Let’s go ask him, shall we?"

Ben was trying to explain to the FAA inspector why they had made an emergency landing and why one of his passengers had left after that landing. "What do you mean there was no jet with those aircraft numbers? Virgina flew out of here with the pilot on a private jet."

"Mr. Calder, let me go through this by the numbers one more time. The Lear you flew in here was grounded due to a FAR restriction placed on it. I don’t understand why it wasn’t tagged un airworthy back in New York. The OMAC you say Miss Loseso flew out on does not exist in our database. They didn’t file a flight plan and it never landed in Los Angeles or any controlled airport in the US. We have no idea where it went. It’s as if it never existed. Can you describe the pilot to me again?"

"Sure. She was about five six or seven, Caucasian, green eyes, red hair, shoulder length, and a lot of curves on a tight body. In short, a damn beautiful woman." Ben smiled as he was picturing the pilot in his mind.

Virgina was in pain. Pain like she had never felt before. She was sure all of these people would pay dearly for that pain after they turned her lose and she contacted the law. There was a minor problem at the moment. They hadn’t turned her lose. Virgina was positive they couldn’t keep her harnessed up as a beast forever.

Marcella led Virgina back into the barn before she slipped the hobbles on her ankles. "Horses sleep standing up. We’ll go for another run in a couple hours. Until then, use the time any way you want."

Roger was questioning Sharra as Marcella walked into the house. "She won’t change. How long you plan on treating her as PonyGirl?"

Sharra shrugged her shoulders. "That’s up to Virgina. If she understands what it is like to be mistreated like she treats everyone else then it could end right now. If she doesn’t figure it out in four days then she’s not going to like the results."

"What do you mean? You aren’t going to kill her? Surely you can’t be thinking along those lines?" Roger was showing emotional shock as he thought of the idea.

Marcella laughed as she glanced over at Sharra. "Four days is the limit one can wear the PonyGirl rig and not become PonyGirl."

"you mean….," Roger didn’t finish it was so unbelievable.

"Exactly. With or without the rig, Virgina will be PonyGirl for the rest of her life if she wears it longer than four days." Marcella was smiling.

His eyes rapidly blinking, Roger was counting in his mind. "But I was PonyGirl for four days and…," He took a quick look at his feet to make sure he didn’t have hooves.

"No you weren’t. You were PonyGirl for three days and twenty-three hours. You were supposed to get the feel for PonyGirl not become PonyGirl." Sharra leaned up against the doorframe as she studied Roger.

"You mean if you had left me in that outfit for another hour I would….,"

Sharra nodded. "Yes you would have. Pal would have been more than a friend."

Roger felt faint. "You can’t be serious?"

"Oh? Want to bet?" A smile spread across Marcella’s face.

"You wouldn’t do that to Virgina would you? I admit the woman is a bitch but that’s a little much." Roger was still in shock.

Marcella walked over and picked up one of Roger’s PonyGirl drawings of Sharra. "It’s not up to us. Virgina either decides it is wrong to hurt people because she has the money and power to do it, or she ends up in a position where she can’t hurt people. It’s her choice."

"Surely you can’t keep PonyGirl away from the public? What if she escapes or if she’s seen by some hiker or…,"

Marcella turned Roger’s drawing so he could see it. "What will PonyGirl do if she runs away? Four days she loses her voice and can only whinny like any horse. She will be a novelty for the circus or a scientific curiosity."

Roger found a chair before he fell down. "It’s all my fault. I didn’t mean for it to be like this."

"It’s not your fault. Stop blaming yourself for another person’s evil ways. Virgina brought this on herself and she can end it just as easily." Marcella laid Roger’s drawing down on the table as she walked across the floor to stand behind him.

"No, it is my fault and I can’t go on with this. I’m going to turn her lose even if she threatens to file charges against me and send me to prison." Roger was rising out of his chair to carry out his plans.

"I figured you would feel that way." Marcella reached up and grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked his head back.

When Roger felt his hair being yanked off his head he did the normal thing anyone would do. He started to shout. Something shoved up in his mouth stopped his voice before it got out.

Roger was helpless. He knew the feelings as Marcella tightened the straps and chains holding the bit in his mouth. He also knew what was coming next. He didn’t believe what was happening to him the first time Sharra had talked him into placing the bit in his mouth. After all most four days experiencing his own creation as PonyGirl he knew he wasn’t dreaming and it wasn’t a figment of his imagination. In some way the bridle changed him back into PonyGirl again.

Her abundant, long auburn hair hung down past her flanks. Her black leather harness was fastened with gold buckles and gold chains. She didn’t need a leather corset to pull in her impossibly small waist.

Sharra held up a gold metal belt for PonyGirl to see. "Twelve inches. Want to try it on?"

The belt easily slipped around PonyGirl’s waist and Sharra buckled it up. "What do you know, it fits perfectly."

PonyGirl looked down. The gold belt was fastened around her impossibly tiny waist. It was her wide hips flaring out under the belt that made it look smaller if that was possible.

Marcella lifted up PonyGirl’s right leg before sliding her foot into the horse hoof sandal. Then it was the left foot. PonyGirl knew they would fall off before she took her first step. She was now standing on her toes or those PonyGirl hooves with the metal horseshoes. Marcella slipped silver hobbles around PonyGirl’s ankles.

Sharra held up a huge golden lace cup with intricate silver inlaid design work. PonyGirl shook her head and her chains jingled. She knew what Sharra was going to do. She wasn’t wrong. Sharra slid the golden lace cup up on PonyGirl’s left breast. Sharra pulled PonyGirl’s nipple through the bell hole in the bottom of the cup. As Sharra was pulling on the nipple and pushing the gold cup back, Marcella slipped a nipple ring vertically through the base of PonyGirl’s nipple, locking the gold breast cup onto PonyGirl’s left breast.

PonyGirl wanted to tell them it hurt like hell but the bridle kept her from talking. She also wanted to protest when Sharra held up a gold lace cup and reached for PonyGirl’s right breast. It was a repeat and PonyGirl was in serious pain for several minutes until it numbed out. She wanted to tell them she didn’t want to be PonyGirl but it was impossible.

"Give me your left hand." Sharra stepped over to the left of PonyGirl as she spoke.

PonyGirl didn’t want to give her left hand to Sharra. It was impossible to refuse as she held up her left hand. Sharra snapped a gold bracelet on PonyGirl’s left wrist and then chained it to her left nipple ring as Marcella did the same with the right hand.

Sharra squatted down and removed the hobbles. "Come on PonyGirl, let’s go out to the barn and hitch you up. I want to go ridding." Sharra took the reins and gave a gentle pull.

PonyGirl knew it would be useless to resist. That bit had a mean way of reminding her who was master and who was PonyGirl. As PonyGirl followed obediently along after Sharra she was surprised she didn’t step out of her hooves. She didn’t think they would stay on her feet since they weren’t laced on.

Marcella was following along behind PonyGirl playing with her long hair. Every now and then PonyGirl could feel Marcella gently pull on it. In an odd way it felt good. She liked the fondling or touching.

As the group walked into the barn, PonyGirl was surprised to see Virgina still in her PonyGirl rig. When Marcella slipped the bit into her mouth, she was thinking it was the bridle she had made in Mexico. There were obviously two PonyGirl bridles. The other surprise was the golden sulky, inlaid with the intricate silver patterns, Raul pulled into the barn.

Sharra backed PonyGirl up to the golden sulky. Raul picked up the rails and pushed them into sides of the golden belt PonyGirl had around her waist. The was a snick as pins or locks slid home. Raul knelt down and put the hobbles on PonyGirl.

As she straightened the auburn mane down PonyGirl’s back, Sharra shook her head. "Marcella, if you had made it any longer she would be stepping on it. It’s down to her ankles now."

"I know. I like it. What do you think?" Marcella smiled at her handiwork.

Now PonyGirl understood what Marcella was doing when she was gently tugging on her hair. She was making it longer each time.

Sharra stopped and turned to look at Virgina. "This is PonyGirl. She didn’t always look like this. She used to look like any normal person until she displeased us. The bridle you are wearing is having the same effect on you as what the bridle had on this PonyGirl. After four days you will change into a real PonyGirl just as this one has."

Roger’s heart leapt up into her throat as she tried to look down at her hooves. It wasn’t possible to look past her huge breasts encased in those gold cups. So that was why the sandal hooves didn’t fall off. She was permanently PonyGirl now with real hooves instead of feet. She had been trapped as a PonyGirl for more than the extra hour it took to push her past the four days for the change to become permanent.

Sharra smiled as she put her hands on her hips. "However we aren’t without compassion or sense of fair play. There are certain games we will play. If you do well then we will allow you to return to your world."

Virgina wanted to scream she would never play their games. She wanted to scream all of them were going to prison for what they were doing to her. She could only helplessly watch as Sharra, Marcella, and Raul, walked out of the barn leaving her and that other hideous creature alone with that fowl smelling black horse. As she was thinking of the black horse he walked over and nuzzled around the other creature they called PonyGirl.

Roger stood there knowing Pal knew who she was. He wished he could tell Virgina he was sorry for getting her into this mess. He had no idea who or what he was dealing with but he was sure of one thing. He was going to die and he would die as PonyGirl. She seemed like such a good idea when it was in his imagination and on paper. Now he was positive he was paying for his sins of thinking of such an idea.

Marcella and Sharra walked back into the barn. Marcella was wearing a skin tight, metallic blue halter-top and matching short shorts. Her black boots were five inch spiked heel with spurs. Her black hair was pulled up into a ponytail.

Virgina was wishing Marcella had the bridle in her mouth. She waited as Marcella squatted down and removed the hobbles. Virgina tried to bolt for the door. It wasn’t to be as Marcella grabbed the reins and yanked. Virgina came up short as the bit dug into her mouth.

"That shows spirit. You’ll need it before the race is over." Marcella climbed up into the sulky and put her feet in the stirrups on the rails.

Sharra did the same with PonyGirl. Roger had also thought about making a run for it but she had no where to go. And who would believe it was she as PonyGirl? She patiently waited as Sharra settled down into the seat on the sulky and put her feet up into the stirrups on the rails.

Sharra shook the reins. "Let’s go PonyGirl."

Obediently PonyGirl trotted out of the barn in her gold and silver harness pulling the gold and silver sulky. Her chains tinkling and her steel horseshoes pounding a rhythm as she trotted out to the highway.

Marcella shook the reins. "Let’s go."

Virgina refused to budge. She had enough of that nonsense earlier. If they thought she was trotting her naked ass down the highway and back again they could just forget it.

There was a snap and Virgina felt the sting of the whip on her rump. She jumped but didn’t trot out. She hesitated too long and there was a second snap and the sharp sting of the whip on her bare ass. She didn’t want to feel the bite of a third whipping.

She started walking, when Marcella shook the reins and the whip bit Virgina again. "Giddy up. You trot. PonyGirls don’t walk. They prance or trot. Right now you trot. I’ll teach you to prance later."

Virgina was wishing she had that whip in her own hands. She would show that bitch how bad that hurt. Virgina broke into a trot out to the highway as her hooves rang on the driveway.

Marcella pulled her up to a stop beside Sharra’s sulky. "Here’s the game. We race to the gate at the end of the highway and back. The winner gets two points. The loser nothing. We will have two races a day for points. If either of you reach eight points before three days are up then we will set you free. Of course there aren’t enough points for both of you to win. It’s possible neither may earn enough points to be turned lose."

Roger was thinking, a lot of good it would do to turn her lose. Where could she go or what could she do? She was PonyGirl with a mane and hooves. She wasn’t really sorry for the tiny little waist she had. And those wide hips of hers were kind of sexy. Even her huge breasts were okay except when she was trotting or prancing. At those times they bounced with a constant reminder how big they were. Even when she pushed up with her wrists, where they were locked on to the nipples, didn’t stop the bouncing.

Sharra picked up the whip. "Oh, there are rules to this race. PonyGirls only trot or prance. There is no running. If you run, you will be automatically disqualified and the other team will win by default."

Raul walked up in front of the PonyGirls. "Get ready, set, go."

Virgina felt the sting of the whip on her rump but this time she didn’t need any encouragement. She was determined it was going to be her who won this stupid race and all the other races. When she was free she would come back with a hundred marshals and have all these lunatics thrown in prison.

Virgina wanted to run but Marcella kept yanking back on the reins as she called out to her. "Trot, you can’t run. Trot PonyGirl. Trot."

At first it was an even race but Roger had four days of earlier practice as PonyGirl. She settled down into a steady rhythm as her steel horseshoes rang out a tempo on the deserted highway. Her wide hips rolled with each step. Her long legs moving with the grace and rhythm of a dancer as she easily set a distance eating pace. This was the PonyGirl of Roger’s imagination.

Virgina’s pace was neither graceful nor did it have a tempo to it. She stumbled at times throwing her off her gait. She was getting further and further behind PonyGirl and she wanted to run. It was as if Marcella could sense it before Virgina could put it into action. Marcella would yank back on the reins and yell. "Trot or prance, if you run you are disqualified."

Sharra and PonyGirl were several blocks ahead by the time they reached the gate and turned around. As they headed back toward the finish Virgina thought about pulling over in front of them and wrecking their sulky. Of course she wouldn’t win but neither would that damn creature pulling the golden sulky. They were headed down the highway toward one another. Before Virgina could put her plan into action, Marcella reined her over to the right before she could step in front of the other sulky.

Virgina felt the sting of the whip on her rump. "Trot. We have a race to finish."

There was no way she was going to win this race. Virgina dropped into a walk and felt the sting of the whip.

"No quitting. We finish what we start. Trot, PonyGirl."

Hate was no longer in Virgina’s vocabulary. She was way beyond hate for what she felt toward these women who were abusing her as a beast of burden. She was going to get her hand on a gun and kill both of them. Let the law go to hell. It was her right to kill them.

Again the sting of the whip and Virgina’s tired legs tried to get back into a trot as her hooves were pounding the highway rather than trotting on it.

They were almost a half-mile behind when Sharra and PonyGirl crossed the finish line. Virgina wanted to quit but Marcella wouldn’t let her. That whip was a constant reminder to Virgina she was supposed to trot. When Marcella and Virgina finally pulled into the barn, Virgina wanted to die she was so tired. It wasn’t to be as Marcella led her out into the yard and hosed her down.

"You did good. It will be a full moon tonight and we will race again at two. The air will be a lot cooler." She led Marcella back into the barn and unhooked her from the sulky after slipping the hobbles on her ankles. Marcella picked up a brush and started brushing Virgina’s hair. Virgina thought it felt great. She never remembered it feeling like this at the beauty saloon.

"Don’t you think it’s full enough and long enough?" Sharra was leading PonyGirl back into the barn after washing her down and brushing her.

"It should be long if you won’t let me give them a proper tail." Marcella admired Virgina’s long golden mane cascading down to her ankles.

"A tail wasn’t in any of the sketches." Sharra stooped down and placed hobbles on her PonyGirl before she unhooked her from the sulky. "Next time don’t run. You had the race won if you hadn’t run those last few steps."

Virgina looked up sharply at her competition. The creature ran? That meant the two points were hers.

Raul walked into the barn carrying some bowls. "Food and water." He walked over and set the bowls down in a wood trough.

Marcella pointed over to the bowls. The food is steamed oats. You figure out how to eat it with the bridle in your mouth or you go hungry. Water is the same. You manage with the bridle or go thirsty.

Virgina was dying of thirst but there was no way she was going to slurp water out of a bowl like some dog. She watched as PonyGirl took tiny mincing steps over to the trough and lowered her head. What she heard was nauseating. The pitiful creature was actually slurping up water as she worked it past her bridle. It was pathetic. It didn’t take long before Virgina could no longer stand it. She had to have a drink. She hobbled over to the trough, bent over and put her face into the water bowl as she sucked water into her mouth. It was pure heaven as the water wetted her parched tongue.

Virgina awoke with someone doing something with her hair before hooking her up to the sulky. She had no idea how she could have fallen asleep standing up. Obviously she had. The woman had put bands around Virgina’s long golden mane. It was now a long ponytail.

She laid it over Virgina’s left shoulder and pulled it down between her breasts. "Until you are trained, your mane would be in the way protecting your rump from the whip. When you learn to obey without the need of a whip then you may wear it down your back like a proper PonyGirl."

The red haired woman removed Virgina’s hobbles before she climbed into the sulky. "You’ll be too sore and stiff to trot. Prance until you loosen up. That means you pick your legs up as high as you can with each step. It’s a lot like running in place." The woman climbed into the sulky and slapped the reins. "Prance, Virgina."

Virgina was in no mood to walk, trot, or prance for these cruel people. The crack of the whip on her rump made her jump. She leaned into the harness and lurched forward. Her head was yanked back with a sharp tug on the reins as the whip bit into her rump again.

"I said prance. No walking, no trotting, no running. Especially no walking or running. PonyGirls never walk or run. PonyGirls only trot or prance. Now pick those hooves up and bring your knees all the way up as you prance for me. Make your chains jingle with each step." There was a sharp crack and again Virgina’s driver laid the whip on her rump.

Virgina put half her heart into what was expected as she stumbled out of the barn. There was the sharp crack of the whip and her butt was stinging. She lifted her legs up a little higher with each step. Again there was the crack and the sting. It took many whippings before Virgina had her legs lifting high enough with each step to please her trainer. She was also having to put an extra bounce in each step to make her chains jingle loud enough to please her driver. On the highway behind her she heard the clop of steel horseshoes ringing on the pavement. Obviously they had that other creature doing the same thing they were making her do.

Virgina pranced the mile down to the gate. Every time she broke out of rhythm or wasn’t lifting her legs high enough she felt a painful reminder on her rump to put everything she had into lifting her legs and prancing. When she was reined around at the gate she saw PonyGirl prancing toward them. PonyGirl was lifting her long legs impossibly high with each step as her hooves rang an even tempo on the pavement. Her long mane was flowing out behind her back as it rippled in the light air with each step. Her breasts were bouncing, the moonlight reflected off the golden cups. Her golden bridle and chains flashed moonbeams as they tinkled with each prancing step. The golden sulky looked as if a spotlight had been focused on it as it sparkled in the moonlight. For the briefest measurements in time, Virgina wished she could look as beautiful. Then the hate set back in. She hated this whole idea of PonyGirl.

When they had returned back to the driveway leading to the barn, Virgina started to turn in when she was reined back onto the highway.

"Not yet. You need more practice. Keep going." Donna reined Virgina on the highway heading the other direction.

Virgina dropped down into a walk. She was tired of this shit. The crack and sting of the whip reminded her who was in charge. "Prance. You are a PonyGirl."

Virgina had no idea how far she pranced before the bitch driving was satisfied and let her prance back to the house. At the house, Donna hosed down Virgina before leading her out to the walker. Donna clipped a chain to the walker and to Virgina’s bridle. "Remember to prance not walk. If you walk you will feel the sting of my whip. PonyGirls don’t walk and they don’t run. They prance or trot."

Sharra flipped the switch in the house and the walker started moving. Virgina thought her legs were going to fall off as she pranced in a circle following the horse walker. Every time she dropped back into a walk, she felt the sting of the whip on her rump. Virgina had no idea when or how she made it back to the barn. She was too numb to care any longer. The only thing she could remember was the water. She drank noisily as she slurped water past her bridle. She was finally mastering the art of working her tongue around the bit so she could drink.

"I thought we had decided no tail."

Virgina was standing as she awoke. Marcella and Sharra were standing beside PonyGirl. The pitiful creature was staring back at Virgina with fear in her eyes.

"No, you had decided no tail. I think she looks more proper now." Marcella took the reins and led PonyGirl over to the golden sulky.

They had parted the creature’s abundant, auburn mane and pulled it forward over her shoulders. Virgina’s eyes were almost out of her head as she stared at the creature. She had a beautiful auburn horsetail attached where people normally say they hurt their tailbone. It arched up behind her back before spreading out into a beautiful full auburn horsetail. It was over a foot too long and dragged the ground when it wasn’t swishing back and forth. It seemed the creature could stop it from swishing if she tried real hard. It had a mind of it’s own and immediately began swishing from side to side as she walked or even when she was standing still. With each swish of PonyGirl’s tail her hips swayed in the opposite direction. Her tail was constantly swishing and her hips were constantly swaying from side to side. PonyGirl could stop her tail swishing if she concentrated hard enough but it took effort. She could also tuck her tail down between her legs if she concentrated real hard. When she tucked her tail over four feet of it trailed on the ground. As they backed PonyGirl up to the golden sulky, Virgina knew PonyGirl would step on her own tail but it swished out of the way as she stepped back.

"PonyGirls need a proper tail don’t you think? Would you like one?" Marcella walked over to where Virgina was standing. Virgina’s eyes were showing fear. Virgina knew she didn’t want a horsetail under any circumstances. She rapidly shook her head no and her chains jangled.

"I think you need a horsetail to match your mane and those boots you are wearing for hooves aren’t right. You should have real hooves."

Virgina’s eyes were two eye whites of fear. After looking at that other creature, she was positive these witches could turn her into a permanent PonyGirl. She felt faint at the prospect.

"Marcella." Sharra pointed her finger.

"Okay, but I still think she would look better." Marcella knelt down and took the hobbles off Virgina before leading her over to the sulky and hooking her up. She stepped over the rail and slid up into the seat before putting her feet into the stirrups.

"Prance out to the highway."

Virgina felt the sting of the whip on her rump but she didn’t mind. At least she wasn’t swishing a tail. She picked up her legs and pranced out to the highway pulling the sulky. Marcella reined her in headed away from the gate.

PonyGirl pranced up beside them, her long mane flowing, her beautiful auburn tail swishing side to side, and her hips swaying.

"There is a flag planted two miles down. We race down and back. PonyGirls trot. If they run they are disqualified." Marcella was pulling back on the reins to keep Virgina from jumping ahead.

Raul walked out in front of them and raised his arm. "Get ready, set, go."

Virgina was ready but she still wanted to run not trot. Marcella had her hands full as she held her to a trot. The constant pull on the bit in her mouth along with the reminder of the whip on her rump reminded Virgina to trot. Side by side the sulky’s raced. PonyGirl’s long auburn mane and tail flowing, her long legs flashing, as her steel horseshoes rang a perfect rhythm on the pavement. Virgina fell into rhythm with PonyGirl and kept pace with the clop as she matched her step for step.

The two miles down wasn’t all that bad for Virgina. It was when they were turning around at the end when she fell behind. Her legs were tiring. As hard as she tried she couldn’t keep up the pace nor the rhythm as PonyGirl headed back to the barn. Every time Virgina started to lurch into a run, she was reined in and felt the sting of the whip as Marcella called out to her to trot.

Her mind was focused on only one thing. Catch up with PonyGirl and win this race. Nothing else was in her mind as she trotted down the highway, her own steel horseshoes ringing a different tempo than the PonyGirl.

Virgina was blocks behind and didn’t believe her eyes when PonyGirl bolted at the finish line and ran. Virgina knew she had won the race even if she was behind. She proudly trotted up to the house and stopped knowing she would get hosed down to cool her off and her mane brushed.

"Why did you do that? We had the race won. She has two more points. I can’t believe you ran at the end." Sharra was addressing PonyGirl as she hosed her down.

"You’re a bad PonyGirl. Just for that I’m going to put you on the walker. You can trot for another hour so you will learn how to trot without running." Sharra led PonyGirl over to the walker and snapped a chain on her bridle before walking back to the porch and flipping the switch.

The walker started up and PonyGirl dutifully trotted behind it pulling the empty sulky, her long tail swishing.

Virgina thought she saw PonyGirl grin but probably not. Marcella led Virgina back into the barn before she hobbled her and unhooked the sulky. "Oats and water in the bowls."

Virgina minced over to the trough, leaned over and slurped up water without even thinking about it.

"I thought we agreed you wouldn’t do that."

Virgina awoke to see Sharra and Marcella looking at her.

"I never agreed and she does look more like a true PonyGirl." Marcella smiled at Virgina.

Virgina got a sick feeling way down in the pit of her stomach as she felt it swishing back and forth. She turned to look over her shoulder and let out a gasp. She had a beautiful tail like PonyGirl only hers was golden. It was fascinating to see it swish back and forth and know it was hers. Then she had a second thought. She leaned over to the side and looked down at her feet. She had hooves like PonyGirl and they weren’t boots. She looked at Marcella, pleading with her eyes.

"You should have beat PonyGirl and I think it was because you weren’t a proper PonyGirl yourself. Now you are just a little closer. We have two more races today. You need to win both of them or you will be PonyGirl for the rest of your life. The effect isn’t reversible after four days." Marcella took the hobbles off Virgina and led her over to the sulky. Virgina let her tail swish so she wouldn’t step on it as Marcella backed her in between the rails.

Virgina was fascinated as her hips swayed to an opposite rhythm of her tail. She tried to make it stop and managed for a few seconds. She could feel it softly brushing the back of her legs as it swished from side to side. The race was two miles down and two back. Virgina kept up with PonyGirl all the way until they were only a block from the finish line when PonyGirl pulled ahead. Then PonyGirl stumbled before the finish line and Virgina raced across first.

Virgina was tired but her tail was swishing happily back and forth as she trotted off toward the house and her cooling off.

"I think she stumbled on purpose." Marcella was looking over at Sharra and Donna.

Sharra shook her head. "I don’t think so. She seemed to catch her shoe on a rough spot on the pavement."

"If she’s throwing the races to let Virgina win so that bitch can get out of here then I’ll make sure both of them live out their lives as PonyGirls."

"I don’t think Roger would do that. Remember how the bitch treated him in New York? Then when he finally sold his PonyGirl story she slapped a lawsuit on him. He hated her. I don’t think he would throw the races so the bitch could win and leave."

Virgina had awakened and was listening to the voices outside the barn. She took a good look at PonyGirl sleeping a few yards away inside the barn. Could it be possible the creature was Roger…? Damn, what was the name of that guy who walked into her publishing company with a PonyGirl story? She stared at the PonyGirl. Was it possible? Why would he be willing to be PonyGirl for the rest of his life to let her escape? Did he really want to be PonyGirl or could there possibly be another reason? No, the other choice was too far out to be imagined. But her imagination couldn’t ever dream up being trapped as PonyGirl either. Surely he wouldn’t forsake his freedom to let her go because he didn’t want her hurt? Were there really people like that in this world? Virgina had always thought of it as a dog eat dog world and the losers were just that, losers.

"I’m going to be watching real close the next two races. If either one looks suspicious then they will both be PonyGirls for the rest of their lives."

"That’s fair enough but I’m telling you, Roger would love to see the bitch remain as PonyGirl. He’s not losing on purpose. Those two races where he bolted and ran, he was excited about winning and forgot PonyGirls don’t run."

It was Roger! Impossible as it was to believe, it was that guy with the PonyGirl story. Virgina stared at PonyGirl and her heart went out to her. She was positive he didn’t want to be PonyGirl the rest of his life any more than she did but he was willing to do that to let her go. Maybe God did make a few people like that in the world?

Donna was driving PonyGirl and Marcella had Virgina as they trotted them out of the barn. Again it was the four-mile race. Two down and two back to the finish line. Virgina managed to keep the rhythm and tempo going with PonyGirl as they raced down to the flags. Their long manes and beautiful tails ripping in the breeze with each step. Virgina also managed to keep up all the way back.

Before they got to the finish line, Marcella flicked Virgina on the rump with the whip. "Lively now."

Donna did the same with PonyGirl. "They aren’t winning this one. Put your heart into it."

Vigina had an extra hustle at the finish line. PonyGirl just couldn’t seem to make her long legs trot any faster and she fell a couple inches behind Virgina before the finish.

Donna flicked PonyGirl on the rump as they headed toward the house. "That’s for not putting a little more into it. We should have won."

Vigina was positive of it now. PonyGirl was letting her win. She could see it in her eyes at the finish line. There was a hint of a smile. PonyGirl was lucky Marcella and that other witch couldn’t see her eyes or they would both be PonyGirls for the rest of their lives.

After cooling them off, the PonyGirls were led back to the barn where they were brushed down and allowed to drink. After the witches left, Virgina looked over at PonyGirl and could see her eyes gleaming. She knew, one more race and Virgina would be set free.

The sun had set when Donna and Marcella walked into the barn and hitched up the PonyGirls. Donna led PonyGirl to the door before she stepped over the rail of the sulky and slid up into the seat. She picked up the whip and PonyGirl felt the sharp sting on her rump as the whip cracked.

"I’m going to make sure you understand you don’t lose this race. Let’s go out to the road." Donna snapped the whip and again PonyGirl felt the sting on her rump as she trotted out to the road.

Virgina’s heart went out to PonyGirl with each crack of the whip. She knew what that felt like and it hurt like hell. The witches were punishing PonyGirl for losing.

They lined up on the pavement and the race was on. Virgina and PonyGirl were surprised when they had run two miles out. There wasn’t a flag beside the road and the trainers were urging them on without letting them turn around. It seemed like they had trotted forever before they saw a flag beside the road and finally turned for the final lap back to the finish line. Virgina wasn’t sure if it was another mile or six miles but it was sure to be a test of endurance before she made it back.

Long before they ever came close to the finish line, both PonyGirls were faltering in their steps. They were bone tired and exhausted to the extreme. Those whips were a painful reminder to keep trotting even though they knew each step was their last. Virgina finally saw it and focused on the finish line. Each step was robotic as she no longer willed her legs to move but they moved because they were supposed to. Yards from the finish line, PonyGirl faltered and Virgina was ahead. PonyGirl caught her step and was only inches behind when Virgina faltered and PonyGirl won by inches.

Virgina was too bone tired to know if she had done it on purpose or if it was truly an accident? She only knew tired and thirst and nothing else. She knew was destined to live her life as a PonyGirl with Roger.

Donna and Marcella reined their PonyGirls into the yard and hosed them down before leading them back into the barn. Both PonyGirls headed for the water as quickly as they could. Virgina no longer cared what anyone thought as she slurped up her water and quenched her parched throat.

The sun had been up for a long time when Virgina opened her eyes. Donna, Sharra, Marcella, and Raul were talking among themselves. They looked in her direction from time to time.

Raul nodded to the others before he walked over to Virgina and removed the bridle. "We know you stumbled on purpose just as Roger ran or stumbled those previous races to let you win. The contest was real but there could be two winners, or one winner, and one loser. Roger wasn’t going to be a PonyGirl forever no matter what the outcome. Changing him into PonyGirl didn’t come from the magic in the bridle. However your bridle holds magic that changed you into PonyGirl. It will change anyone who puts it on. PonyGirl and the spell will be permanent if they wear it more than four days or ninety-six hours. If they wear it past that time limit they will remain PonyGirl with or without the bridle in their mouth."

Virgina looked around for PonyGirl and didn’t see her. Had they changed her back to Roger already or…? She looked down at her hooves before turning to look at her tail. If the bridle was removed why wasn’t she changed back and why couldn’t she speak?

"There is a residual effect of magic. The longer it is applied then the longer it takes to disappear. That’s why there is a four-day limit. You will change back but it won’t be all at once. I’m not sure how long it will take. Probably not more than a few days more or less." It was as if Raul had read Virgina’s mind and answered her thoughts.

Virgina nodded as she looked down at the hobbles.

"Okay. Let me warn you, if you run into town like this they will probably lock you up in some government project and you’ll never see daylight again." Raul stooped down and removed the hobbles. He stood up and removed the locks holding Virgina’s wrists to her breasts.

"You’re free to do what you want until the effects wear off. If you want to run to town then that’s up to you. It’s ten miles down the pavement due east. I’m sure you can trot all the way as your legs have built up to trotting for miles." Raul waited to see if Virgina was going to trot to town.

Virgina shook her head. She understood it would be impossible to tell those people what had happened. Even if she lost the horsetail, the hooves weren’t exactly believable.

"I see. Do what you want then. You’re welcome in the house. Be careful with your tail though." Raul and the others walked out of the barn to the house.

Virgina was at a loss. She wanted to find Roger and see how he was. She trotted outside and looked around. PonyGirl wasn’t to be found.

Donna came out of the house carrying some clothes. "The sun will bake your skin if you go running off. Put these on."

Virgina felt uncomfortable wearing a sombrero, blouse, and pants. Especially the pants with the back cut out of them so her tail could hang out and swish.

Donna pointed off toward some low hills after Virgina was dressed. "PonyGirl trotted off that direction with Pal. Pal is the black stallion you have been sharing the barn with. Roger is still PonyGirl the same as you. You’ll find her out there studying the desert."

Virgina wondered what one could find to study in the desert? It was nothing but cactus and sand. She turned and trotted off to find PonyGirl and her black horse.

Sharra was packing her things when Donna walked back into the house. "You leaving already?"

"I have other things to take care of. Virgina will publish Roger’s PonyGirl stories unless she changes her mind when she gets back to New York." Sharra closed the lid on her suitcase and turned to hold her hand out to Marcella. "Thanks for everything. I don’t know if I would have added the hooves and tails but it worked out."

Marcella laughed as she took Sharra’s hand, pulled her in, and gave her a hug. Susan, you are learning a lot and I’m sure Morgan is proud of you. A few more years and you won’t need our help. Morgan says you lifeshift on your own now."

Sharra hugged Marcella before she backed out of her embrace. "I manage the simple things. Lifeshift isn’t complicated. I’m not making or unmaking anything. All I have to do is change the body form."

Marcella gave Donna a wink before she turned her attention back to Sharra. "I better send out my resume. You’ll be replacing me before too long. When you understand all magic is no more than a state of mind and there is no hard ones or easy ones and it’s all the same, I’ll be looking for another job."

Sharra giggled as she walked over and gave Donna a hug. "Keep an eye on her Donna. Gods don’t take too kindly to being replaced. You know she’s thinking of putting the double whammy on me if she even suspected I was capable of a micro percentage of her powers."

Donna laughed as she pushed Sharra back and looked into her eyes. "Marcella may be an Inca Goddess but she doesn’t mind sharing the magic. Give me a lift back to the plane if you’re headed out."

"Sure, you ready?" Sharra picked up her suitcase.

"Raul, you didn’t get to drive a PonyGirl rig did you?" Marcella was looking over at her friend.

"No I didn’t." He sadly shook his head.

"Would you like to?" Marcella glanced over at Donna and Sharra.

"YOU WOULDN’T DARE!" Donna was staring back at Marcella.

Her red mane rippled in the breeze as her beautiful tail swished back and forth. Her golden chains jingled as her long legs lifted high into the air. She tried to keep her huge breasts from bouncing with each prancing step but it was impossible as she pushed her wrists up against the nipple rings they were chained to. Gold lace cups encased her huge breasts. The twelve-inch gold belt around her waist held the sulky rails. There was the crack of a whip and a sting on her ample rump reminding her to put more bounce in each prancing step as her hooves tapped a staccato rhythm on the pavement.

Behind her a black hair PonyGirl beauty was prancing as her steel horseshoes rang on the pavement. She too was trying her best to keep her huge breasts from bouncing with each step. It was impossibile. She thought the long horsetail was the right idea after she was bequeathed with one. It felt right as it made her wide hips sway back and forth as it swished from side to side. Her impossibly small twelve-inch waist made her extra wide hips look even more exaggerated. She hoped Marcella and Raul didn’t think her long tail looked too right and leave her with one after they changed her back. She also hoped Donna and her didn’t have to prance the six miles they made Roger and Virgina trot. Her legs were getting tired, her breasts were sore, that whip Marcella seemed fond of using wasn’t a whole lot of fun when one was on the receiving end. She knew Marcella was reading her mind when there was a crack and she felt a sting on her rump.

Marcella was smiling as she watched the Lamborghini pull out of the driveway. Donna and Sharra were still PonyGirls with long manes, beautiful long tails, and hooves. Marcella promised they would change back. Donna’s change would be after she flew the jet back to New York and drove a rental car back to Atlanta. Susan’s or Sharra’s change would be after she had drove back to San Francisco. Susan didn’t think that was fair as she was going to have to gas up a several times before she arrived. Donna figured she might get some help changing back when she landed in New York. She knew most gods never became involved in another god’s perceived joke. There was a strong possibility she might be driving to Atlanta as a PonyGirl to end the spell.

There was no arguing with a goddess, especially when that goddess thought it was funny what she had done to them. Susan knew there were going to be some really shocked convenience store clerks before she made it back to San Francisco.

"Raul, I think Roger and Virgina have worked out their differences. You ready to go?"

A dust devil settled outside the front door. "If you don’t mind, I think I will hang around and keep an eye on our young PonyGirls until they change back to humans again."

Marcella walked out the front door and shook her finger at the dust devil. "You can’t fool me. You are enjoying looking at the PonyGirls and wishing you could keep them. How long you plan on making them stay as PonyGirls?"

"You know the residual effects of…," The dust devil answered.

"Residual effects my ass. There are no residual effects to magic. That bridle doesn't have any residual effect neither. I’m asking you again. How long you plan on keeping your PonyGirls?" Marcella put her hands on her hips.

"A week or two. I’ll let them change back to humans after two weeks." The dust devil was moving off to the desert where one PonyGirl was trotting out to find another.

"No funny stuff neither. They don’t keep their tails nor their hooves. I know you can hear me." Marcella called after the dust devil.

"We’ll see, we’ll see." The dust devil answered in her mind.

Marcella lowered her head and shook it. She could intervene but Raul didn’t get to play with humans that much. She would let him have his fun with the two PonyGirls for two weeks. All in all it wasn’t that bad of an idea. They would get to know each other even better than what they did now. They were beautiful creatures with their long flowing manes and beautiful tails. Marcella was sure they would play with the bridle after Raul changed them back to humans. They wouldn’t be able to resist being PonyGirl again and again as they pranced down the pavement, their hooves stamping out a rhythm on the pavement. The bridle was all they would need to change into PonyGirls with long flowing mane, hooves, and tail.

Marcella carried the second bridle out to the barn and placed it inside the box with the first one. She would check up on them from time to time. It was a pleasure to see such beautiful creatures enjoying what they were changed into. She knew Virgina and Roger would enjoy it very much. She placed a special spell on the bridles so the rings and chains would be added to PonyGirl when the bridle was placed into the mouth. And…, sure why not? Each time they changed, the PonyGirl spell would last at least forty-eight hours. Once the bridle placed in the mouth it couldn’t be removed until forty-eight hours had passed. Part of the spell was they could only prance. There would be no walking, trotting, or running for the PonyGirls from now on.

The idea was funny as she thought about it. She was positive the PonyGirls would panic the first couple of times they played with the bridles. She cupped her chin with her left hand and rested her left elbow in her right hand as she thought about it. One more small spell on the bridles would be her final joke. At random times when one put on a bridle they both would be transformed into PonyGirls harnessed into the sulkies.

Marcella walked out of the barn and looked off into the desert. She could see the dust devil kicking up dust as it disappeared over the far hill. She smiled as her form slowly changed to that of a winged unicorn. She spread her wings as she galloped toward the house. When it seemed as if she was going to go crashing through the house her wings carried her aloft. She soared up to the white fluffy clouds sprinkled in the blue sky. When she looked back down the PonyGirls had found one another. The white winged unicorn disappeared into the clouds.

The Unicorn was more interested in her other two young PonyGirls. Both girls were capable of magic. It wasn’t strong enough to break the PonyGirl spell Marcella cast on them but they were still quite powerful. She knew their powers would be greatly strengthened before the PonyGirl spell was broken if they remembered to use their magic. Both girls could make any normal human believe PonyGirls were a normal part of society if they used their powers.

Marcella had kept track of their thoughts. So far neither PonyGirl remembered they could use their magic to make humans think they were normal as PonyGirls. Up until now they were only desperately trying to figure out how to hide their PonyGirl bodies as they made their respective trips. Marcella watched as the PonyGirls slid out of the Lamborghini after Susan drove up to the parked jet. Their bridles had been replaced with halters so they wouldn’t have to contend with a bit in their mouths. The halters were the same as bridles without bits or reins. Gold chains were attached to the halters leading to the body rings the PonyGirls were still wearing. Every time they moved their gold chains jingled.

"Can’t you contact Morgan and have her change us back?" Donna fluffed out her long red tail after sitting uncomfortably on it in the car seat. She had pulled it up over her left shoulder along with her long red mane before sitting down but darn it, it was a tail and it still had a foot or longer stump all the hair was attached to and there was no way to sit comfortably. She couldn’t lean back against it even when she pulled it up over her shoulder. Those wide hips of hers spread out more than seat wide. Her huge breasts made it almost impossible to get in the darn car. There was just too damn much of her all over. Except for that impossibly small waist that is. A twelve-inch waist looked fine on Roger and Virgina but it was different when one had one of their own. Her tail was swishing, her hips gently swaying after she struggled out of the car.

"You don’t think I tried? We are on our own here. Gods don’t get involved in another’s joke. Marcella thinks this is a joke. She’s probably enjoying it to no end. I wouldn’t be surprised to find she was watching us right now." The beautiful black haired PonyGirl looked around to see if any object looked like it could possibly be a goddess in hiding. Her long tail swished side to side as her hips swayed in opposite movement.

Donna nodded in agreement, her halter chains softly jingling. She figured as much. "I don’t know why I have to be part of the joke? Changing Roger and Virgina into PonyGirls was your idea. You told me you enjoyed being PonyGirl when Roger put the bridle in your mouth. So why me?"

Susan shook her head and her golden chains jingled. "Who knows? Gods have their own sense of humor. Maybe it was when you were telling Marcella she wouldn’t dare, she decided to make us stay as PonyGirls until we made the trip. At least you get a decent seat. Look at me. I have to ride almost a thousand miles as PonyGirl in that damn bucket seat. My tail is sore already and we only drove twenty miles from Roger’s place. Besides, it wasn’t me who told a goddess, she wouldn’t dare."

Donna sighed. "Listen sweetheart, that jet has bucket seats too and they also are not designed for PonyGirl pilots. I also have rudders and toe brakes to contend with. They were designed for feet not hooves. If you think I’m looking forward to getting in that jet and flying two thousand miles then you are crazy. Remember, I have to drive to Atlanta after I get back to New York. Don’t tell me about your sore tail. That isn’t a tale I’m sympathetic to hearing."

That got Susan tickled and she was laughing as she looked back at the Lamborghini. "I’m sorry I dragged you into this mess because I asked you to help. Try and not shock too many people when you have to stop for gas and necessities."

Donna got tickled. She walked over to the jet and touched the latch to drop the landing door. A blast of hot desert air came swirling out of the jet as the landing door dropped. "I seem to have a desire to shock as many as I possibly can right now. Take care and don’t get tossed into jail or picked up. I’m not sure they are ready for PonyGirls to be running around in their world just yet."

Susan stood there looking at her car for a long time before she decided the trip had to begin before it would end and the spell broken. She pulled her mane up over her left shoulder and let it cascade across her ample left breast. She caught her tail and lifted it up over her left shoulder as she backed up squeezing her wide hips into the car. This was going to be one long painful trip she was sure. She was also sure she was going to have to make many frequent stops as she got out and trotted to remove the pain from setting. She knew she should have trotted before getting back into the car this time. She tried wiggling her ample butt in the seat to no avail. There was no wiggle room and her tail was hurting already again. She started up the car and headed toward the highway. Maybe she could make a hundred miles before she needed to get out and trot a block or two. Before she reached the highway she was thinking she might drive ten miles before she needed to get out and trot a mile. PonyGirls didn’t fit comfortably in seats. This was going to be one long trip!

Marcella laughed. She knew how uncomfortable the PonyGirls were. Their magic would make everything seem normal when they were out trotting to relieve their aching bodies or purchasing necessities. Would they remember to use their skills? The girls were thinking Marcella was playing a joke. When using magic became second nature to them they would become more powerful. That was what Marcella was trying to teach them. If they figured out this lesson, maybe in time the girls would figure out gods really didn’t mind sharing knowledge, power, and magic. Time would tell.

Marcella decided she better call for help with the PonyGirls splitting up. Seconds later she had returned to her human form and help arrived.

Morgan smiled as she stood on the fluffy cloud beside Marcella. "I will watch over Sharra or Susan. This won’t take long. She will put her mind to it before she has to get out of the car and stretch her legs."

"I’m thinking the Leprechaun will figure it out first. Donna has been using her powers most of her life. I’m a little disappointed she hasn’t already thought of it." Marcella glanced down at the jet moving side to side as it taxied to the end of the dirt runway. "She’s having a hard time controlling that plane with hooves instead of feet. Use your magical powers, girl."

"It’s the unusual circumstances you placed them in, Marcella. They have been too busy with their PonyGirl bodies to think rationally. That trick of making them think Raul wanted to go for a ride behind a PonyGirl rig was an inspiration. If you had changed them into PonyGirls and sent them on their way they would have already figured it out." Morgan stepped off the cloud. "I’m going to go ridding on the top of a car for a little while. Keep track of the time and let me know when Donna figures it out. And, she will. Donna is terribly smart. She may beat Susan but maybe not. I’ll place my bet on Susan."

"And the bet is?" Marcella questioned her friend.

"Let’s see…, How about…, who ever is the last figuring it out, they and their guardian lose their powers and are changed into PonyGirls for a week?"

Marcella smiled at the bet. "Make it three weeks and you’re on. Morgan. I love you dearly. You and Susan are going to get awfully tired prancing around as PonyGirls before three weeks are up."

"Don’t count your PonyGirls before they happen, Marcella. I’m thinking you aren’t going to be nearly as fond of turning everyone into PonyGirls after three weeks in the harness yourself." Morgan was laughing as she disappeared.

Marcella laughed as she shook her head. A gold and silver inlaid bridle appeared in her hand. "This one is yours. Remember the bet was your idea, Morgan. You’ll look beautiful with your tail swishing as you pull your golden sulky."

 

 

 

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