Subject: Pretty Pony (pony)
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 1996/07/03
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an106465@anon.penet.fi
Subject: The Prettiest Pony-girl (pony)
Date: Mon, 20 Jun 1994 04:01:41 UTC

		      The Prettiest Pony of All
				  by
			      Miss R. P.

	When my owner awoke me in my stable, she was smiling proudly.
As she undid my halter and stroked my flanks in friendly admiration.
I was conscious that I am regarded as the prettiest pony in the
stable, and Madame led me out into the paddock, and loosed me for an
early morning trot, running free before being harnessed for the day's
first drive.

	It was cool in the fresh morning air, and my naked limbs
savored the fresh air, as I breathed in deeply presenting my full
breasts to the air, and enjoying the wind around my ample loins. I
trotted friskily away when Madame came out to capture me, and smiling
she whistled, so I knew that I must let myself be captured, and
haltered to be led back to the stable. She groomed me herself, always
a sign that I was to be shown off to some important visitors.

	"My darling," she purred, "my friends envy my possession of
the loveliest mare in the neighborhood, and the gentlemen are always
offering to buy you for breeding, but I'm not sure that I want that
graceful body used that way at the moment."

	The grooming was pleasant, Madame caressing my whole body at
her leisure, powdering my cheeks, affixing long eyelashes, combing my
glorious mane. She took some time selecting the harness, then gently
held out the bit she had chosen, and I took it in my soft mouth, while
the bridle was tightened round my head, and my arms pinioned. She was
called away at the moment, leaving me attractively in firm harness
above the waist.

	When Madame returned, she was carrying the girth that she
especially favored, and this morning she tightened it till I could
hardly breath. But she always left my flaring loins free, and applied
some salve to the bristling mons veneris to ensure that I was
perfectly depilated.

	She was very careful to ensure that the harness held me
completely firm above the waist, my head held back by the bearing
rein, and my hindquarters, which she maintained were my greatest
beauty, flaring in anticipation of the swish of the whip when she
decided to drive off.

	I stood straight as an arrow between the shafts, feet
together, back arched, the nates quivering slightly and the breasts
wobbling with all my special charm. I knew that Madame adored her
lovely pony, and although she would breed from me when she had
selected a suitable stallion, she enjoyed keeping the colts in the
stable in suspense as to which of them would be mated with the
prettiest mare.

	While we waited, I pawed the ground and tossed my head,
swinging the breasts as Madame took her time to touch up the nipples
lovingly with pink colored matter. All around were harnessed girls,
some with saddles waiting to be ridden, and all gently moving their
graceful thighs and rumps while a stable attendant moved among them,
tightening harness, and occasionally slipping a rein between two
smooth thighs, or arranging stirrups. I felt the awaited swish of the
whip across my hindquarters, and slipped straight into a canter,
showing my perfect high stepping pace.

Miss R. P.