'Tis the Season

Part 10 Don we now our gay apparel, tra la la . . .

This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.




                           "'Tis the Season"


                  The finale to "Omens" and "Cornucopia"


                               by Musker



                               (part 10)


              "Don we now our gay apparel, tra la la . . ."


This was the day!

The above ground boutique was busy, even more so because of the time of
year. Both customers and staff were more energetic than normal as they
meandered about in a feverish pace looking for that perfect gift or that
one fashionable outfit. Both had their long list of "things to do" and
both were doing their best to get it all done in one day.

But, as busy as the boutique was, the underground complex was bustling
with activity that would make a hornet's nest look like a relaxing day at
the health spa. People, work units, technicians and even the happy-go-
lucky efficient bimbo receptionist Trixie were all working at top speed.

Tonight was the night of Madame Rouso's Xmas party and virtually everyone
had some part to play in getting it ready. Be it the assembly, packaging
or shipping of gifts to put under Madame's most famous Xmas tree, or they
were getting ready themselves as bound serving wenches, helper's behind
the scenes or simply invited guests as was the case for Judith, Sir
Winfred and Sheila. Although Sheila's presents was more related to a
specific task, which put her in that special hybrid category of helper and
honored guest.

Katie and Heidi were also in a special category as well. That being
obedient, well trained and dazzling to the eye show ponies. Although right
now they looked more like scrumptious slabs of beef on a hook than
anything remotely prestigious as show ponies.

Sheila had them standing naked with their arms held taught over their
heads. Their wrists were attached to the ends of a wide spreader bar that
was in turn hanging from the ceiling at it's center. In their mouths was a
simple white cleaved gag. Nothing more than a clean twisted strip of cloth
placed deep between their teeth and tied at the back of their shiny bald
heads. The gag was far more symbolic than practical and it reminded the
girls to keep quiet while they were being prepared. Or would be prepared,
if Sir Winfred ever got there.

Sheila was pacing like a wild tiger in a small cage. To say she was
nervous would be an understatement. She got the girls up late in the
morning, making sure they were both well rested for the long night ahead.
And once they were up, and before getting them cleaned and feed, Sheila
put them through another practice session.

Again, their performance was exceptional. And again, Judith was watching
them from a monitor in her office. She had planned not to get involved,
since she had a mired of things to do herself before the most celebrated
occasion, but she did notice that Sheila was becoming a bit intense in her
final practice session. It wasn't anything too severe though. Sheila just
needed a little support, a calming word or two. Something along the lines
of, 'That's enough now Sheila. It's time to sit and wait. Just believe in
yourself and your well trained ponygirls. Everything is going to work out
just fine.'

And that's what Judith did. She went down to the training room and told
Sheila exactly that. To which Sheila agreed with her, reluctantly, but she
did agree. Then she lunged at Judith and gave her a big tight bear hug for
all she was worth.

Judith was momentary caught off guard and almost stumbled backwards from
the unexpected force. And when she felt Sheila's trembling body next to
hers, she could not help but be moved by it. She placed her arms around
the frighten young woman and tried to comfort her. The longer she held her
and talked to her, with encouraging caring words, the stronger she felt
her eager assistant become. And soon the trembling stopped altogether.

It was a very special moment between the two of them. One that Judith
found herself wiping a tear from her own eye when she remembered a similar
situation between herself and her Aunt many years ago. A memory that was
made even more heart wrenching when she thought about loosing Sheila to
Sir Winfred in only a few days time. But life was like that. In order to
grow, one had to venture out into the new and different. It was
emotionally trying sometimes for both the person leaving and those who
remained in their absence, but that's how life is. Then Judith wondered if
this was how her Aunt felt when she went to spend time with Madame Rouso
many years ago.

Then Judith's rational mind took over and she purposefully broke the
physical and emotional bond between them. She suggested to Sheila that she
should use the extra time to get the ponygirls ready for Sir Winfred.
Considering that their recent workout resulted in a most unpleasant smell
emanating from the performing pair. Besides, both Katie and Heidi looked
as if they could do with some good nutrition about now. Something tasty,
and with staying power, for the long evening ahead.

So Sheila gladly followed Judith's wise recommendation as if it was a
command etched in stone. She put Katie and Heidi through the automated
wash to clean them up good, both inside and out. Then she gave them
something to eat that she knew would last for the long haul. A combination
of nuts, grains and fruit, which she had them eat out of a trough so they
would remember to stay in ponygirl mode. And after her obedient pair were
cleaned and feed, she gagged them and strung them up in the training room.
That's when all three began waiting patiently for Sir Winfred, or in
Sheila's case as close to it as possible.

One of the major reasons for Sheila's nervousness was because she had no
idea how long it would take to outfit the girls in their ponygirl
costumes. Or, how long it would take to travel the distance to Madame
Rouso's Estate.

The little table that once held the delicate tea set was replaced with one
that was much wider and longer now. And on top of it was a vast assortment
of gear and such that the strung up girls would soon be wearing.

Sheila knew what most of it was. The heavy rigid corsets, belts, collars,
straps and even the pair of interesting ponygirl suits that hung on
hangers off to the side. And the more she looked at it all, the more she
wondered if she might start dressing the girls to get things rolling at
least. But then there was those other things. Those few articles that
remained a mystery to her, like the horse bits.

Again she found herself inspecting them with great curiosity. On the one
hand, it appeared to be like any other horse bit that went deep into a
ponygirl's mouth. And once there, it was harnessed up to the bridal
through the metal loops at both ends. But on the other hand, two area's of
it looked very different.

Overall it was a simple, small diameter, chrome plated, metal rod with
polished bent rings at both ends. There were two areas on it that Sheila
surmised were the spots where the ponygirl's back molars would come in
contact with it. Thus, the reason for the rubber-like substance she found
there, so it would cushion and protect the teeth from the metal rod. But
it was that same rubbery areas that confused her the most.

For one thing, it extended practically all the way out to where the rings
began, which meant it would go pass the lips of the ponygirl. And for
another, this coated area was not made symmetrical around the rod. It was
built up on one side, giving it an oval shape in cross section, with the
metal rod placed almost to the very edge of one of the rounded ends. With
these two raised area's on it, it almost looked as if it had a "this side
up" installation to it.

Sheila put the strange looking bit back down on the table and then looked
up and in the direction of the ponygirl suits. Her mind remembered what
they felt like and the material still puzzled her. As did the labels on
each. Why was one labeled "Jasmine" and the other "Musk" when both girls
were basically the same height and weight? Especially when she could see
no real difference in the style or color of the garments to begin with.

There were other questions roaming around in her head too, which only made
her more nervous and less likely to start anything without Sir Winfred's
consent. So again, her desire to begin was frustrated with thoughts of
'You should wait' that caused her to pace back and forth with ever
increasing anxiety.

Then, with her back to the door, she thought she heard the door knob turn.

Quickly she turned around and caught sight of the old English man coming
through the door.

"Please forgive my lateness Sheila," he said with a noticeable huffing and
puffing in his voice, "I needed to stop for something before coming to the
complex. My dear old friend promised me that it would be finished on time,
but I should have known better. Age does take it's toll on one's body,
even though one is stubborn enough to think the opposite. But then again,
I should be glad that he finished it at all."

He raised it up in front of him so Sheila could see it after he closed the
door behind him. It was a small, elongated, wooden box about the size of a
loaf of bread, but only half as tall. He placed it well in the center of
the table as Sheila approached her esteem mentor and offered to take his
coat and hat.

He thanked her generously, being in the good mood that he was, and then
handed over his coat, hat and ever present umbrella to her. She in turn
went to hang said items on the human coat rack at the far corner of the
room. And as Sheila traveled to and fro, she could not stop from glaring
at that dark wooden box that Sir Winfred brought with him.

'Whatever could be so important inside that thing as to delay such an
important project at hand,' she thought to herself. Then the loud voice of
the old English man shocked her out of her inner thoughts and redirected
her attention to him.

"All right my dear, let's get to work."

Sir Winfred clapped his hands together with fervor and then rubbed them
vigorously as if anxious to get started.

"We have a lot of ground to cover and my lateness, I fear, did not help
matters."

He then turned to look at where Katie and Heidi were standing, or half
hanging.

"If you would my dear, would you raise them up a little. At least until
the heels of their feet are off the ground."

Immediately the two girls had worried looks on their faces. Faces that
quickly turned to where their female trainer was for support, like they
were trained to. But when their pitiful eyes were staring off in the last
direction they saw her, she was no longer there. That's when they heard
the familiar noise of the motorized wench starting up. Followed by the
pull on their wrists and arms upwards.

As they were being raised, Sir Winfred walked over to the first closest
girl, which was Katie. As he approached her, he detected something
distinct in the air. It was a fragrance that he seemed to recognize, but
had a hard time placing. It wasn't until he was practically right on top
of the girl and taking a full hearty whiff that the name instantly popped
into his mind.

"It's Jasmine," He exclaimed out loud. Then he took a couple of steps over
to where Heidi was rising to the occasion and with his eyes closed took
another good long whiff.

A big wide smile formed upon his happy face as he recognized this one
right off. And with one audible word he joyfully echoed his discovery of
that most erotic aroma, "Musk!"

"Well done my dear," he commented with cheer while looking across the room
to where Sheila was standing at the switch.

Sheila in turn lit up like a light bulb. She simply loved getting those
favorable comments from her all inspiring foreign mentor.

A few seconds later Sir Winfred motioned for Sheila to stop the wench. The
two girls were stretched out quite well now with only their toes touching
the floor. It took little effort on Sir Winfred's part to quickly inspect
the girls like a butcher with a prize side of beef. He spun them around
like tops, first one way, then the other. He rubbed their skins briskly,
manhandled their flesh with gusto and even checked their two lower
orifices with great detailed interest. One of which already had a hollow
plug in it as it waited patiently for it's pony tail mate. At the end of
the girls examination, he turned each of them so neither one was facing
the table nor could they see what was happening to the other.

"Now Sheila, I will work on Jasmine here while you work on Musk. This way
we will divide the work load between us and you will be able to learn
first hand by doing what needs to be done."

With that said, Sir Winfred picked up the two corsets from the table and
handed one of them to Sheila.

Sheila unraveled the weighty thing with all those laces sticking
haphazardly out of it. Then she made some minor adjustments in it to get
it ready for her favorite ponygirl.

She found it to be a little different than the standard hour glass shaped
corsets that were standard issue for all the work units. It was still made
out of the same heavy cotton material like the others were, along with the
many steel stays running through it's length for proper figure control.
But instead of the smooth flowing slow concave curves of a sexy hour
glass, this one had a very distinct "V" shape to it.

As she was fitting it around Heidi's middle she noticed how the corset was
cut short at the bottom. There was hardly any flaring, shaping or rounding
of the material over the girl's hips what so ever. And once she had the
entire hook-eye front attached in place, she could easily see how long and
straight the corset really was as it cut deeply into the girl's pelvis.

At first she thought it was the wrong size because of how long it was. But
a quick look over to where Sir Winfred was working on Katie told her that
it had to be the right one. She then tugged the corset around a bit making
sure the front busk was in direct line with Heidi's sternum. And after
that, she tried to pull the corset down just a little more, since the top
part was all the way up to the base of the girl's breasts directly into
the mammary fold itself.

Seeing that Sir Winfred was well on his way into lacing up his ponygirl,
Sheila quickly followed suit. With each hearty pull of the lace she kept
on wondering what the final result was going to be, given such a strange
looking corset like it was.

And as Sir Winfred was preforming the long and tedious job of lacing up
the corset himself, he thought that maybe now would be a good time for him
to impart some of his knowledge to his future gifted apprentice.

"You have done an excellent job in training these ponygirls Sheila," Sir
Winfred said as he continued to pull hard on a pair of heavy duty laces.
Laces that wormed there way easily through those industrial grade metal
grommets, which in turn brought the two distant sides of the corset closer
and closer together. A fiendish act that caused Katie to make muffled
moans of increasing discomfort with each constricting pull.

But before Sheila could answer back to thank him, Sir Winfred was well on
his way into his first lesson.

"But training a ponygirl, especially when she is to be a show pony, is
only half the work. The other half is in determining how you wish to
display said creature for the maximum visual effect. Which is a very
difficult task, given the ambiguous meaning of the word "ponygirl"
itself."

Sheila was keenly listening to what Sir Winfred was saying as her hands
continued to work on the corset's lacing as if in automatic mode. Katie
and Heidi too were trying to concentrate on what the old man was talking
about, but there concentration was being marred by the ever increasing
snake like constriction of their mid section.

"For example, if I were to ask you, what does the word ponygirl mean to
you? What would you say?"

Sheila took a moment to think as the slowness in her hand movements
attested to. Another indication as to how important it was for her in
answering her mentor's question correctly.

"I would say Sir Winfred, that a ponygirl, is simply part horse and part
girl. That is, in it's most simplest form."

Sheila had no idea where Sir Winfred was going with what he was asking
her. And because she was too afraid of making a mistake, in that Sir
Winfred might think less of her, she didn't wish to venture forth anything
that could be even remotely wrong. That's why she was playing it safe with
such a generic answer.

Sir Winfred just smiled with fore thought when he heard Sheila's cagy
response. He new there was much more inside Sheila than met the eye, or
ear as it were. And he knew that the best way to teach a person was for
them to take an active part in their learning. Thus began a rather
interesting period where the knowledge of one was transferred to that of
another via a labyrinth of statements, questions and answers.

"Very good my dear. The answer you gave was correct, although a bit vague.
But then again, so are the guide lines that define what a ponygirl is.
Especially when she is to be a show pony. Which of course is just the
opposite of your everyday work mare. That kind of ponygirl is nothing more
than a beast of burden wearing little more than a bridal, a bit and a body
harness. She is made solely to work in the fields, pulling and hauling
equipment and personal via the bite of the whip. And as such, her identity
as a ponygirl is as obvious as her simplistic life will hence forth ever
be. But, a show pony, now that is a horse of a different color, if you
pardon my pun. And do you know why that is Sheila?"

Sheila took a deep breath and sighed, something that Heidi was finding
harder and harder to do as the corset continued to compress her waist and
rib cage inward. Sheila was trying to follow what Sir Winfred was saying,
but it was hard. All she got out of it so far was that there was a
difference between a ponygirl that worked in the fields and a ponygirl
that was a show pony. But for the life of her, the only difference she
could see was that one was cleaner than the other.

Of course she didn't say that in response. To do so would make her look
like a complete idiot. She did however understand enough to know that Sir
Winfred was leading up to something, but again, it was a mystery. So
reluctantly, she answered the learned old man with a soft verbal no and
shook her head from side to side in a coy like manner.

Sir Winfred knew what the response would be, seeing that he purposefully
worded the question in a kind of abstract puzzle. His answer however was
short, sweet and to the point. And made even more poignant when he look
straight at Sheila and robustly voiced forth a single solitary word,
"Art".

He paused for a moment and continued to look right at Sheila. He wanted to
impress upon his pupil the importance of that one word. And sometimes the
best way to do that is to let simple silence drive that point home.

Then, after a few unsettling seconds that both teacher and student felt,
Sir Winfred went back to his lacing with a single forceful pull. A course
of action that caused Katie to grunt out noisily from the accursed squeeze
it put upon her.

"And if art is what makes the difference between a show pony and a
standard field mare," Sir Winfred continued, "then art is also the reason
why there is so much variation and subjectivity in the show pony genera to
begin with. Especially in major events like competition. For show ponies,
like art itself, have no rules governing it. In both these fields there is
no objective gauge of measurement that one can use to define, judge, or
for that matter differentiate one show pony as being better than the next.
Thus, a show pony can be decorated and outfitted to the height of human
imagination. Or, they can be presented at the most basic level possible,
which would be that of a simple field mare, and still, both would be
equally capable of winning in competition. And if this is the case, where
no norm exists, then what is the point behind it all you might ask."

Sheila was as intensively intrigue by what Sir Winfred was saying as she
was totally confused by it. Which was the reason why she stopped lacing
all together and turned her full attention over to Sir Winfred. Something
that caused a soft shallowed sigh of relief to come from Heidi's panting
gagged lips.

Sir Winfred took a quick glance over to Sheila and upon seeing her
perplexing stare let out with a little chuckle.

"Ahh yes, I can tell from your expression my dear Sheila that my little
lecture here is about as clear as mud. And I must admit, there does seem
to be a certain degree of convoluted nonsense to it all. But fear not my
brave trainer. As soon as I expand a little more on the subject at hand,
you will soon find the enlighten meaning behind it all."

And after being politely told to be patient, Sheila returned to her
lacing. There was a little more vigor this time in accomplishing her
repetitive task. No doubt a result of catching a glimpse at how far along
Sir Winfred was. And as expected, Heidi did not care in the least for the
new aggressive mode of her handmaiden as she added a most distressing
grunt from her gagged mouth to each sharp jerk she felt.

"Now my dear," Sir Winfred bellowed forth after he tied off the corset's
laces of his ponygirl with a triple square knot, "the point of it all is
this. There is, in all truth, one, fundamental principle that does hold
check over it all. It is also the same central thesis that rules over the
world of art as well. It gives meaning when none seems to exist. It is
what separates a highly skilled craftsman from an artistic genius. And it
allows one to say, with great authority I might add, that this one is
better than that one. Simply put, it is the principle of shared
perceptions. The ability to experience with all our senses and then to
interpret that which seems all to real to us with our minds and our hearts
in a way that creates an awaking deep inside our souls, which quite
frankly can border on the sublime.

"We use the visible to describe the invisible. And when another person
experiences that which we have created, with their senses, they too will
see the hidden meaning and awesome enlightenment within. An artist creates
a painting, a sculpture, a melody and through that media of the senses he
imparts what he thinks, believes and feels to it. Then, when another
person see's, or hear's, of their work, they too are moved by the unseen
truth within. And the intensity of this shared enlightenment, or this
shared perception, can be as mild as a simple soft "Oh" of awareness, or
as strong and all encompassing as an epiphany of pure spiritual ecstasy.
It's all a simple matter of being open to the vast world around us and
then interrupting it's effect it has on us in a way that another person
can grasp that same meaning when they too experience it through our eyes."

Sir Winfred ceased for a moment as he gazed upon his hungry to learned
assistant. He could see that Sheila had not yet been hit by the bolt of
lightening that usually accompanies a person's immediate enlightenment.
But that was no matter. Few, if any, really understood what he was saying
right off. That's when he took a deep breath and continued.

"For example, when I say the word "horse", what immediately comes to your
mind?"

Sheila took a moment to think and then reeled off, "animal, tail, four
legs, mane, ears, hoofs, long snout, horse noises . . ."

"Very good," Sir Winfred said as he interrupted Sheila in mid sentence.

"Now, if you would, kindly do the same for the word girl."

Sheila took a shorter moment this time before listing, "smooth skin,
breasts, waist, hips, legs, lips, eyes, hair, voice . . ."

"Wonderful my dear. Now, what if I asked you to do the same thing, but
this time, list those characteristics of a horse that are "intangible". By
that I mean those attributes that describe the animal most distinctly, but
are not limited solely to one's senses."

Sheila gave one last hard tug on the laces before tieing them off. Again,
a particular distressing moan could be heard from Heidi. And one that both
Sheila and Sir Winfred were totally oblivious to.

Sheila turned her head away and put her hand on her chin as if in deep
thought. Then, after a minute or two, she slowly uttered the following
words "strength . . . power . . . endurance . . . bravery . . . beauty,
and maybe a certain amount of masculinity too?"

"Excellent Sheila! Very well done. A most impressive list too I might add.
Now then, if you would, please do the same for the word girl."

Sheila's response was understandably much quicker this time, but again
there was that thoughtful pause in between each descriptive word, "human
being . . . femininity . . . beauty . . . passive . . and . . . sensual."

"Very well done! Another most admirable and well thought out list."

Another beaming smile appeared on Sheila's attentive face. For awhile
there she felt lost and almost abandoned as if her inability to understand
what was being said to her was her fault. But with the encouraging words
from Sir Winfred her emotional state was doing much better now.

"Now then, those intangible characteristics you just mentioned, for both a
horse and a girl, they are what I would call the "invisible". And those
other descriptive words you named that pertained to one's senses are what
I would call the "visible". Do you follow me so far my dear?"

Sheila eagerly shook her head up and down in a way that almost mimic the
manner she taught Jasmine and Musk to perform it.

"Wonderful! Now, what we are going to do is to use the "visible" to
symbolically describe the "invisible" and thus create a glorious ponygirl
in the process. But, we are going to do so in a very artistic way. We are
going to use those descriptive characteristics from our senses of both
horse and girl, and some of them we are going to enhance and make bold to
the point of being most visually symbolic. While with others, we will
almost hide them from sight in order to play down there importance. We are
also going to do a little mixing and blending in subtle unique ways so as
to produce, in the end, a single homogeneous entity that is neither girl
nor horse, but pure ponygirl.

"A ponygirl that will win any show pony competition on simply looks alone.
And, when we are done, and you have them prancing their little hearts out
at the party, they are going to become true stunning creatures in motion.
High stepping ponygirls that will capture the heart, boggle the mind and
tug at one's libido. They will become the standard by which all other show
ponies are measured. That is, until someone else comes up with a better
ponygirl that dazzles one's perception as well as ours will soon be."

Sir Winfred ended his lecture with a little chuckle. He also ended his
direct eye contact with Sheila and causally walked over to Heidi. He
placed his hands around her much smaller and redefined waist to check if
his assistant might have gotten just a little carried away with tight
lacing the girl.

"Very nice work Sheila. Since both girls are not use to wearing corsets,
we must make sure that they are not under too much constriction. It would
not do well to have our ponygirls fainting after only a few prancing steps
right there in the middle of the party."

Sir Winfred then went to fetch a pair of scissors from the table to cut
off the excess lace. He knew it was going to be awhile before the
lightening bolt struck Sheila. It always took some time for his words to
make sense to people even after his elaboration. But he had faith in the
girl. Sooner or later she would get it. And if history had any say in the
matter, it would favor the later much more so than the sooner.

Sheila was still standing off to the side in a sort of dais. His words to
her were slowly sinking into her mind. The longer she thought about them,
the cleared there meaning became. There was almost a kind of oriental Zen
property to it all. The well defined and blending of the yin and yang as
well as trying to describe what cannot be described, but only felt. She
knew a little of this philosophy from a course in self defense she once
took a while back. The instructor always added some of his wisdom to go
along with what he was teaching her about self defense. And most of it
stayed with her.

A smile soon crossed her face and then her eyes lit up super bright. She
reacted as though she was just given some fantastic secrete recipe. All
she had to do was to get the ingredients and mix as shown to produce the
same wonderful results on her own. It was an awaking for her on the
highest level just like Sir Winfred said it would be. And, unknown to her,
it would be one of many to come once she was in jolly old England.

She anxiously waited for Sir Winfred to clip the last lace on Katie's
corset in order to ask him a question. It was about a thought she just had
with regards to the corsets and what he just told her. And as soon as the
sharp blade cut through the heavy lace she presented her question.

"Then, Sir Winfred, the corsets we put on the girls, the ones with the
high straight mid-drift and the brief flare area at the bottom, they are
used to enhance the female small waist as well as to create a sense of
strength in their appearance. Is that correct?"

Sir Winfred whipped around with a startled look on his face. He stood
there for what seemed to be the longest time just staring at Sheila. A
look that was making Sheila feel very uncomfortable with. That is, until
he finally did speak to her again.

"You are one incredible young woman Sheila. That is exactly correct! And
what a beautiful example to use to explain what I was saying. Please my
dear, if you would, lower the girls back down so I can show you even
better."

Sheila practically jumped over to the switch feeling so delighted with Sir
Winfred's comment. Maybe she finally did get it after all. And that
thought made her exceedingly happy.

As the girls were being lowered each one was letting out increasing noises
of discomfort. Sir Winfred was right when he theorized that the girls were
not use to wearing corsets, let alone "those" types of corsets. Those
corsets made them feel like they were being stretched in the middle while
at the same time being slowly cut in two. They had absolutely no freedom
of movement in their midsection from just under their naked breasts all
the way down to where it cut deep into their pelvis. And if it wasn't for
the slightly flared and padded bottom rim, there skin would have been
rubbed raw from the friction created between it and their feminine flesh
when they were in prancing mode.

Once the girls were adequately standing on both feet, Sheila quickly moved
back to Sir Winfred's side.

"You see here my dear", as he indicated with his hands as they surrounded
Katie's waist, "it's just like you said. From the back, you can see how
small her waist has become especially with respect to her much wider hips
now. This major contrast alone is a noted feminine trait that we have
enhanced and made very visible. But, with your critical eye, you were able
to see more than just that. You were able to see the distinct "V" like
formation in her torso that runs deep into her loins. And it is this very
straight angular build with it's definite masculine overtones that gave
you the impression of strength and power that was implied within it. Very
well done my dear."

Again Sheila was beaming like a full moon from all the gracious
compliments being bestowed upon her.

"But, there is more."

And with that one curious comment that caught Sheila's complete attention,
Sir Winfred twisted Katie a quarter turn. He wanted her displayed in side
view now for his next critical point in their lesson.

"Look here Sheila, in her behind area. See how much fuller her derriere
has become as a result of the corset? One can hardly see her butt plug any
more as a result of her supple flesh bulging out and around it like it is.
This too, the generously bigger and more rounded bottom, is another soft
feminine characteristic that we have made more visible to the human eye.
But, see here too, see how the whole hip and upper thigh portion of her
leg is made substantially larger as well. Again caused by the
redistribution of flesh from the tight corset. Now then, if this excessive
concentration of bulk in the girl's haunches was covered up by a
decorative pony skin, one might think that this formidable area of
strength was the result of added muscles. The cause of which might be from
many long periods of grueling exercise on some exotic ponygirl ranch, in
keeping with the visual theme of it all."

Sheila avidly watched and listen to everything Sir Winfred was showing and
telling her. She was like a sponge soaking up every last drop of knowledge
that was flowing to her.

Katie, on the other hand, was nothing but a complaisant rag doll hanging
quietly from her wrists. She offered no residence to being fondled,
twisted or displayed like some mad science project. She was too
preoccupied with her corset. After having all her weight put back on her
feet, the initial discomfort was now magnified ten fold. And in her severe
discomfort her mind began to wander with thoughts of how the women of old
could have worn such a torturous garment like this day in and day out.
Then suddenly she was twisted again another quarter turn so she was now
facing the table and directly at the diabolical couple.

"And from the front view, the contrast is even more dramatic. Look here,
above the top of the corset at her breasts. See how the corset has
affected them as well. They seem more grandeur in size with a bold,
healthy and projecting appearance to them."

Sheila took a few steps backwards and turned so she was facing the back of
Heidi. She looked at Heidi's middle, remembering all the words Sir Winfred
told her, and then seeing them for herself in her own ponygirl's changed
silhouette. Then she twisted Heidi without effort. First a quarter turn,
and then another quarter turn until she was face to face with her. She
could see the same effect in Heidi's breasts too. In fact, their
prominence was even more so now, given Heidi impressive bosom to start
with. A bosom that Sheila could not keep from touching in all their
amazing bountiful fullness.

"Yes, I see what you mean Sir Winfred," Sheila said as her hands went to
feeling and grouping her dear Musk's enhanced voluptuous bosom. "And they
feel a little different too, maybe firmer, and possibly even more erotic."
One of her hands slowly glided down Heidi's side, pass the full length of
the corset that held Heidi's middle in with such uncompromising strength,
and then down upon the smooth firm flesh of Heidi's bulging hips and tush.

Heidi was as still as a mouse before a big hungry cat. Outside she held
her position well, standing on both legs with arms held loosely above her.
But on the inside she was in complete turmoil. She had to endure the
discomfort of a sadistic corset that seemed to be crushing her in half.
She had to deal with the thought of becoming some degrading object of half
human and half animal origin. And now she had to find a way to accept the
physical sexual advances of a woman who made her skin craw with discuss.
It was not easy for Heidi to preserver under such intolerable conditions.
But she did. Her only guiding light was the thought that it would soon be
over with. Then, she could go back to her own life and live it the way she
wanted.

Sir Winfred was becoming a bit amorous watching his apprentice getting
"intimately" involved with her art object. So he decided to take a quick
look at his pocket watch. What he saw told him that he better get things
back on track fast, or else!

"Tell me Sheila," he said in a loud clear voice in hopes of recapturing
her attention, "besides the ascetic reasons for having the ponygirl wear a
corset, can you think of a "functional" reason for it as well?"

And as soon as he saw Sheila step back from Heidi and look at her with a
much cooler set of eyes, he went to the table for the next item on his
conceptual design list.

Sheila kept repeating the word "functional" over and over again in her
head as she tried to figure out the answer. There was only one thing she
could think of.

"Is it to help disperse the weight of the sleigh to a greater part of
their body instead of a small area that would have been covered by just
the harness belt alone?"

Sir Winfred was standing next to her now with two wide elastic bands in
his hand.

"Very good my dear! Correct on your first attempt. The harness belt that
they will be wearing is as you said, not wide enough for the weight that
is to be pulled. Using them alone will put far too much force in one area
of their body making control very difficult. But now, the belt can be worn
and the affect it will have on their body will be virtually negligible."

He then handed the elastic band to Sheila, but did not say a word. He
simply walked over to Katie and began to fasten it around her shoulders.

Sheila stared at the band for a few seconds noting that it was about three
inches wide, three feet long and extremely soft and pliable. She had no
idea what it was to be used for especially when the elastic part of it was
difficult to stretch beyond a certain point. It was thus necessary for her
to watch what Sir Winfred did with it in order for her to get an idea as
to what it was used for. And it took her only one look to figure it out.
It was a shoulder brace.

Sir Winfred was holding one end at the center of Katie's back and then
began winding it up, over and around her right shoulder. He then proceeded
to bring it down and back to where it started. From there, he did the same
with the other shoulder creating a figure eight pattern behind Katie's
back. At the back, where it overlapped itself, the material acted like
velcro sealing itself to itself. Sir Winfred then adjusted the elasticity
of the band so it was stretched out evenly through out it's run and used a
pair of scissors to cut off the excess.

Once Sheila understood what it was used for, it took her only a brief
amount of time to have it in place with the correct amount of tension
through out it's run as well. But the one thing she did not understand was
why it was being used.

"Excuse me Sir Winfred, but why do you want to use this band to keep the
girl's shoulders back? I would think that their body harness would be
sufficient enough to do that by itself"

Sir Winfred made a small sheepish grin. He loved the curious nature of his
apprentice and could hardly wait until they were both back in England to
begin her training in earnest.

"You would be correct in your assumption my dear, if . . ." he
purposefully left off the reason why just to see if she could figure it
out herself.

Sheila knew he was testing her, again. And in all honesty, she loved it.
She like trying to solve problems dealing with what she loved to do. But
this was a hard one. Based on the clue he gave her, she knew it had to do
with something about the harness. At first she thought there was not going
to be a harness, thus the need for the brace. But a quick look at the
table told her she was wrong. She could see the belt laying there and from
it were some straps that definitely made up a ponygirl harness all right.
The added shoulder brace just didn't make sense.

Sheila knew time was not in her favor, which was making her even more
frustrated. And adding to this was the feeling that Sir Winfred was coming
up behind her with the next item on the list. All she could do was to
plead her case and see what happens.

"Ok, I know the shoulder brace is there to pull the ponygirls shoulders
back, to make them look squared off and give them that masculine attribute
of strength and power, which coincides with their "V" shaped angular torso
created by the corset. So, with that going on, there would be no need for
a body harness, because that function has already been obtained. But on
the table behind me," Sheila turned about to face Sir Winfred directly,
and to finish her commentary, "there is a body harness waiting to be put
on. So, . . . ummmm," Sheila tried to complete her train of thought, but
there was no where to go. That is why she feel short of anything else to
say.

Sir Winfred was very proud of the girl to have gotten this far, and it
showed greatly in his face.

"Sheila, you are so close that it truly amazes me. And if it wasn't for
the lack of time, I know you would have worked it out for yourself. But we
need to move forward, and as such, I will just tell you.

"Everything that is put on a ponygirl is put there for both ascetics and
function. Sometimes the item used shares both reasons equally, like in the
girl's corset that we just talked about. Sometimes, like in a ponygirl who
works only in the field, the type of body harness used is purely
functional. But in this case, on a show pony, the body harness is . . ."

"For SHOW!" Sheila practically yelled it out interrupting Sir Winfred in
mid sentence.

Sir Winfred simply smiled back and shook his head in the affirmative. He
loved it when his pupils were enthusiastic about learning. It gave him a
proud feeling of worth, which in turned made him feel young again, if only
in his heart.

He then handed Sheila a pony skin, as he liked to call it, even though it
was entirely artificial. He then told her to put it on Musk, but only to
her waist, and to pull the legging part up to her calves.

Sheila was all gung-ho now. She took hold of the shoulder part of the suit
and flicked it out in front of her, then raising it on high to take a good
look at it. Her first reaction was that it had some weight to it. Not
really heavy as to be laborious to the wearer, just more akin to a thick
leather catsuit, even though the material was definitely not leather.

Her second reaction was in how pretty it was. It had an off-white color to
it with some areas darker or lighter than the overall norm. There were
some very light grayish tones and irregular sized and shaped spots to it,
down and behind the legs, with more of it concentrated at and below the
ankles.

The ponygirl suits did look quite real to her with it's blending of colors
here and it's concentration of color there. She soon came to the
conclusion that the suit seemed to be patterned off of an Arabian horse
considering it's dominate whitish color and then turning darker only at
the horse's extremities. She then caught sight of Sir Winfred placing
Katie's other foot into the right legging and decided to stop lollygaging
around and get to work.

While she maneuvered the suit up Heidi's legs, she did notice how unusual
the material was. It seemed to have some of the properties of spandex, in
that, it was form fitting and elastic. While at the same time the outer
surface had a kind of velvety smooth almost leathery suede feel to it.
Two qualities that she never seen together like this before. And as she
pulled the garment up over Heidi's visually impressive thighs, she noticed
that the stretching feature of the material was minimal.

Overall, Sheila thought it was quite an interesting garment. The small
amount of flexibility in the material allowed it to be molded for both a
perfect fit and movement, while the artificial textured surface gave one
the feeling that it was made from some kind of animal skin.

When she had the suit over Heidi's thighs with the rest of it hanging down
bunched up in front at the waist, she noticed that it had booties of some
sort. It did have an excess amount of material to encompass the foot,
except that the toe part was cropped off and at a severely slanted angle
to boot.

The top portion of the booties seemed to end at the base of the toes, but
underneath, it ended near the instep well behind the ball of the foot.
She bent down and began pulling the material up around Heidi's calf like
Sir Winfred wanted while at the same time making sure the rest of the suit
fitted the girl's legs properly. And when she was done Sir Winfred called
her over to the table.

"Now my dear, it's time to fit our ponygirls with there proper foot wear,
or as we call it in the trade, their pony boots or hoofs."

He then pulled a large shoe box close to him with the name "Jasmine" on it
and opened the lid.

An astonish expression crossed Sheila's face when Sir Winfred pulled out
the first pony boot.

"It's so beautiful and yet so strange Sir Winfred. The top part looks
almost like a lady's high heel boot, while the bottom of it looks exactly
like that of a horse's hoof!"

"And right you are Sheila. In fact, that is how it started out. As a
standard woman's fashion boot with a five inch heel."

Sir Winfred handed the shoe over to Sheila who took it from him and
examined it closely.

The high contrast in color was the first thing that caught Sheila's eye.
The hard slightly flared out base of the horse's hoof had that same dark
grayish/white color as the bottom of the pony suit, except it seemed to be
a shade or two darker with more of a satin finish to it instead of a flat
one. But the rest of the shoe, above the hoof, was a solid, dull, black. A
very strange color combination to say the least.

Sir Winfred then picked up it's mate from the box and began to explain how
it was created.

"You see Sheila, the shoe maker started with a woman's normal high heel
shoe. He then reinforced the entire length of the sole with metal that
extended up in back, pass the heel, pass the ankle and partially up the
back of the leg, falling a few inches short of where the calf muscle
begins. The fashionable leather that covers the woman's delicate foot was
replaced with another, thicker, more form fitting piece of leather that
encompassed her entire foot, ankle, and all the way up to her shin bone.
Then, the front of the shoe, from the tip of her pointed toe to half way
up her foot about where her instep was, is built up with a hard epoxy-like
resin to resemble that of a horse's hoof. Thus, the reason why a good part
of the shoe is invisible to the naked eye and buried inside the hoof."

Sheila placed her hand inside the opening and found that it indeed felt
like the interior of a lady's high heel shoe.

"As you can see, it slips on the lady's foot like any normal lace up boot,
although it takes a little longer because of the lack of flexibility in
it's outer covering. You can also see that there is a thin inner lining to
protect the girl's soft skin from the harshness of the rather austere
leather."

Again, Sheila's hand felt the interior of the boot. The lining of which
did in fact have a satiny feel to it with a thin amount of soft foam
behind it. She just could not believe the depth of forethought that went
into the design of it.

"Now, once the girl's foot is properly seated inside, all you have to do
is to lace it up nice and tight, and viola! You just turned a beautiful
woman's foot into an animal's hoof. It's the combination of the metal sole
leg support and the stiffness of the leather around her foot and leg that
keeps her up on her toes or hoofs if you will."

Sir Winfred then motioned for Sheila to follow him and watch how he
installed the first one. Then, once she seen how it was done, she could
easily repeat the same procedure on Heidi with the pony boots marked for
Musk.

As Sir Winfred was getting his chair situated, Katie was trying to sneak a
peek as to what her new foot wear was going to look like. She could not
see before, when Sir Winfred was explaining it to her trainer, because
there backs were to her. But she did hear what they were saying and it did
make her curious. She, like most women, had a thing for shoes. And being
made to wear something that bizarre might at least take her mind off this
damn tight corset she was so desperately trying to get use to.

But to Katie's chagrin, she still couldn't get a quick glimpse at them.
Sir Winfred was now sitting down in his chair with Sheila kneeling right
next to him, and both of her pony boots were right there between them.
Katie thought she could see them if she bent her head forward and down
enough, but her rumpled up pony suit was in her direct line of sight
making even that option null and void. There was just no way for her to
see them before they were booted on her.

"The first thing to do Sheila is to put on the short nylon that comes in
the box. This acts as a kind of slick surface against the satin lining
that allows the foot to slip into the boot far easier than it otherwise
would have."

Sir Winfred command Katie to raise her left leg up into a prance position
and then slipped the shear material on her foot and over her ankle.

"Now, the easiest way to get the boot on, after you have pulled the tongue
out of the way, is to grasp the shoe under the remaining part of the heel
and then guide it upwards while the girl wiggles her foot about to work it
in."

Katie could feel her foot slipping into something that seemed very stiff
and yet very smooth. She had to keep her whole foot pointed downward while
wiggling it from side to side because that's how it seemed the shoe was
made. It wasn't like a normal high heel shoe where she could bend and flex
her foot at the ankle to work it in until her heel finally plopped inside.
She just had to continue to wiggle, point and thrust her foot downward
until she felt that familiar feeling where her heel seemed to have fallen
into place.

"Once the foot is situated inside, it is a simple act to place the tongue
back in and then start threading and pulling on the laces. I prefer to
have the girl rest her hoof on my knee while I do the lacing. This way I
can keep a better eye on how the fit is progressing. It also keeps the
girl from forcing her foot to far into the toe of the shoe. A good portion
of her body weight is going to be supported by the heavy leather sides of
the boot as well as her toes and a small portion of the ball of her foot.
A good fit is when the back of the girl's heel is firmly placed up against
the back of the shoe. And once the shoe is completely laced up, the entire
foot and lower part of the leg will be as one. Which I will show you in
just a moment."

Sir Winfred went to work on the laces like an old pro. His pudgy hands
were moving like lightening threading the laces through the many tiny
eyelets and then tugging and pulling on them until the thick leather flaps
were a uniform fraction of an inch apart. The only time he would break the
routine was when he took the time to check how the leather was conforming,
or contouring, the human flesh inside it. It was only a matter of a few
minutes when he was done. He made his familiar triple square knot to
finish it off and then cut off the excess.

"There you have it! One shoed ponygirl. Now watch this Sheila."

Sir Winfred then gave Katie an order to move her foot around at the ankle.

Katie tried, but no movement could be seen.

"You see? The metal sole and the heavy leather have turned her foot and
ankle into just an extension of her lower leg. You will be able to see
this result more keenly in the way she walks and moves. And that stiff leg
carriage will only add to her over all ponygirl persona in the end.

"Now, once you have accomplished this part, there are still two more parts
to perform before you are finished. First, you pull down the gathered
excess of pony skin that is around her calf so it completely covers the
black leather sheath of the boot. And you keep on pulling it down until
you get near the hoof itself. Once you get there, to the top of the hard
hoof like so, you will see a small ridge going all-around it. And right
underneath that ridge is a deep groove. You then need to pull the material
over that slight ridge and tuck the edge of the pony skin inside that
groove. Use the little tool that comes in the box to make sure it sets
firmly inside it."

Sir Winfred removed a snub nose screwdriver-like tool from the box and
used the flat edge to force the skin into that groove.

"There is a velcor-like contact made in the groove so the material will
not accidently slip out. Once you have that done, around the entire hoof,
you will now have a very clean delineation line between the hard hoof and
the supple pony skin. But, as you can see, even though it looks nice in
it's color coordinating aspect, that delineation line still makes the
entire pony foot look too bold. In fact, it has a kind of artificial and
almost cartoonish look to it if you will. Thus, the reason for item number
two."

Sir Winfred reached back into the box, removed the white tissue paper that
once separated the two pony boots and pulled out what looked like a very
misshapen toupee.

"This is one of those little added tricks of the trade that will add
immensely to the overall effect. It is simply a swatch of color matching
hair on a thin strip of elastic. It is place around the lower leg just
above where the ankle would be like so. It fastens very easily in back,
right above the heel. And there you have it. One finished pony hoof."

Sheila was enthralled by what she saw. No longer was that the delicate
well formed foot of a young woman. No longer could that attractive and
flexible extremity be made more beautiful, more feminine, more sexy with
the right tre' chic heel fitted to perfection. No longer could it be or do
any of those things, for it was no longer human. It had become what Sir
Winfred had wanted to be, a pure animal hoof.

There was no doubt about it, nothing there looked even remotely human. The
added patch of hair that drifted over the top and sides of it made it come
to life in all it's unbelievable beauty. That added hair piece acted as a
veil or light mist to hide the pronounce visual effect that came as a
result of the pony skin and hoof meeting like it did. It even did
something magical to the heel part of the pony boot that stuck out like a
sore thumb in back. It softened it and played a kind of "peek-a-boo" with
it as the hair moved back and forth with grace as the girl moved. It even
changed the entire look of the pony boot itself. Taking what was once
bold, strong and hard upon the eyes, and then relaxing it, softening it
and making it look like it belonged there as if it was real!

When Sir Winfred removed the pony hoof from his knee and Katie placed it
next to her real foot, the contrast was utterly amazing. One would never
have thought that both belonged to the same person, or animal in this
case. Even when Katie raised herself up on her toes with her normal foot
until she was well balanced on both limbs, the comparison was even more
striking. The soft, flexible, highly structured human appendage of the one
versus the hard, rigid, simplistic animal hoof of the other.

The visual effect of having the two of them next to one another just made
them look so odd, like one of them should not be there. But which one was
anybody's guess now. That's how real the pony hoof looked. And if Sheila
tried really hard, to superimpose the naked human foot over the pony hoof,
she could easily see how the human foot sat sedately inside the animal
one. She could even see how much of the girl's weight was held up by the
tightness of the leather around her leg, foot and ankle. And again by the
metal sole support under it.

If Sheila was all gung-ho before, she was virtually chomping at the bit
now. She urgently wanted to get started on transforming Heidi's feet into
that of her beloved Musk's pony hoofs. So anxious was she that she didn't
even wait for Sir Winfred's permission. She simply did a quick about face,
jumped over to the table, took the shoe box labeled Musk and then jumped
right on over to Heidi. That same poor girl who was still sporting an
expression of discomfort from her corset.

Sir Winfred just smiled and tried very hard to keep from chuckling. His
apprentice reminded him of a frisky rabbit his young niece once brought
over to show him. But it didn't matter to him. He was just glad to have an
avid student on his hands. And one who seemed to be faster than he was in
shoeing a ponygirl. That's when he decided to get moving on the other pony
boot himself. It would not do well for his manly pride if his apprentice
were to pass him up on the final stretch when he had such a lead out of
the starting gate to begin with.

Katie continued to try and see what her new shoes looked like, but she was
foiled at every attempt. She even tried to catch a look at them by
glancing over at her friend Heidi, but her trainer was blocking her view.
The only way she could get some idea as to what they were like, was from
how they felt wearing them. But that wasn't much help either. For aside
from the toe part being heavier than normal, which was to be expected, it
felt like she was wearing one, of a pair of weird ice skates with stiletto
heels on them.

The rigid leather around her foot and ankle was akin to that of lacing on
a high top ice skate. Granted, the leather part went further up her leg
and all, but the overall effect was still the same--very snug and very
well supported. And when she put her weight on her foot, the only bad
part, aside from the lack of freedom in her ankle, was in the way her foot
was arch so severely. But given that, her toes actually felt good. Not all
squashed up into the point of the shoe like her usual stiletto pumps
caused her. And even though she knew, from listening to their
conversation, that there was no heel on it, darn if it didn't feel like
she had some kind of support back there.

Katie thought she could get use to these "pony hoofs", as they called
them, in no time at all. At least no where near the amount of time in
comparison to this damn corset she was forced to wear. And just as Katie
was becoming use to her first new pony boot, her other foot was shoed the
same way. She looked over to where Heidi was and it seemed like her
trainer was finishing up shoeing her as well. But before she could see
what those boots looked like on Heidi, Sir Winfred spun her around again
so she was no longer able to see in that direction.

"Very good Sheila." Sir Winfred said as he looked at the finished pair on
Heidi.

Sheila was feeling really good about herself. She was happy with learning
something new and how well it turned out in the process, as per receiving
another favorable comment from Sir Winfred. There was an anxious aura
about her that made her want to continue the transformation in earnest
just to see what the finished product was really going to look like.

Sir Winfred told her that it was now time to put the rest of the pony
skins on the girls. So both of them unfastened one of their corresponding
ponygirl's wrists from the above spreader bar and then guided it through
the correct sleeve of the suit.

Both Katie and Heidi were amazed by the disparity between what they felt
and what they saw when their hand was worked into the glove part of their
costume. They could see that this part was nothing more than a fingerless
and thumbless mitten. But when they worked their fingers into it, it felt
as though it was a standard glove with a tube for each finger and thumb
inside. All be it each was right up against the other in a straight line.

However, there was one important consistency between what they felt and
what they saw in relation to this same pod like glove. And that was in
it's lack of flexibility. Something that made them feel a twinge of
apprehension when they realized how useless their hand had now become. And
when their other hand quickly followed suit, their anxiety level was
raised another level as to how totally helpless they were. Even if both
their wrists were not once again attached to the spreader bar above their
heads.

Sheila was a bit mystified by something she saw while fitting Heidi's
hands and arms into the pony suit. She discovered a pouch-like flap
located at the wrist of one arm. She was going to bring it to Sir
Winfred's attention, but decided to first get the skin all the way on and
zipped up in back before venturing a question.

The nature of the material was very conducive to a nice easy fit with no
wrinkles or bunching up of material in any one area. And once Sheila had
the suit zipped up in back, all the way to the base of Heidi's skull, she
only had to do some minor pulling and jostling about to make sure it was
stretched evenly all over Heidi's body.

Heidi readily accepted the suit, in the beginning. For one thing, it was
the first article of clothing she was allowed to wear ever since coming
down to this freaky underground world of mad perversion. Which to her
seemed like eons ago instead of just a couple of days. Thus having
anything to cover her nakedness this extensively was a dream come true.

However, when the suit was finally put on all the way, what was left
"uncovered" became just as important to her as to what "was covered" by
it. Her breasts were covered, which was happily, contrary to what her
trainer lead her to believe. But her nipples and aureolas were left
uncovered. Two strategically placed holes allowed both parts to stick
right out there in the open, to be seen, to be touched and most definitely
played with by anyone who had a desire to. And given the fact that her
nipples seemed to be in a perpetual state of erection now, caused by those
damn ugly barbells, she knew they were going to draw a whole lot of
attention in just those two areas alone. But her concern did not end
there.

Her very private area was left uncovered as well. An oval area in the suit
that surrounded her clean shaven pubes was definitely an attention getter.
The thought of someone groping her breasts and pulling on her pierced
nipples was bad enough. But just thinking about what people might do to
her fully exposed pussy with her pierced clit hood was making her stomach
turn.

There was hope though. A kind of lesser of evils if you will. For the last
area to be left for the hungry vultures to pick at was her derriere.
Although she could not see it, she could still feel it in back of her.
Another oval opening that circled her butt like a warped bull's eye.

It felt kind of strange in a way, the manner in which her behind was left
hanging in the wind. Between the rather modest size of the opening and the
minimal stretch in the material, it felt like her whole bottom was being
pushed together and then funnelled through some pitifully small hole. And
for some reason, she began to picture her lovely rear end as nothing more
than two plump butt cheeks shaped into this amazingly big pucker. But it
was a very bitter pill for Heidi, and Katie, to take having their rear
ends naked, puckered and displayed like this. For they each knew that once
they were fitted with tails, their rear ends were going to be at the top
of the list in "grabbing" attention of many, many people. But once again,
under the circumstances, there was very little that either could do about
it.

"Here you are my dear," Sir Winfred said as he handed Sheila the body
hardness.

"It's not too difficult to figure out once you have the waist belt and
collar fasten in place. But if you need any assistance just let me know."

Sheila nodded her head in the affirmative as she took the harness in hand.
She looked at it for awhile admiring how attractive it was. The many shiny
silver metal inserts equally spaced along the grey colored leather straps
seemed to be a most becoming lay out given the color and design of the
pony suits. Then she held it up with both hands trying to make hide or
hair out of it's jumble of straps. It was an easy task to spot the three
inch wide waist belt and then the inch and half wide collar. It just took
some time to decipher the front from the back. But with a little finagling
about, Sheila had it all worked out.

The first part she strapped on was the collar. She tightened it up with
just the right amount of snugness. Not too tight to limit air restriction
or swallowing, and not too loose to make it look sloppy either. It seemed
kind of curious though, for it only covered about half the width of the
pony suited neck. Sheila thought that maybe Sir Winfred wanted to use a
much wider one, like a posture collar, to restrict the girl's head
movement and such. But considering how her mentor had left no stone
unturned so far, he probably had a good reason in designing it the way it
was.

The next strap to be buckle up was the waist belt. But before that one
could go on she had to loosely place a very odd strap arrangement down the
front of Heidi's chest.

It had a pair of one inch wide straps shaped into an "X", except that
these two straps did not cross over one another between the girls breasts
like one would think. These straps were shaped completely different. It
was as if two half ovals were facing one another, and where the curve
parts touched, they were fastened together at that point. Then this
connecting point would be placed right between the girl's breasts. The two
bottom straps would curve down and out to the girl's sides almost
following the bottom edge of her rib cage in the process. This descending
curved path would continue until they met at the waist belt slightly
behind the girl's back and connected there via a set of "D" rings.

The upper two straps curved over the top of the girl's chest and then over
her shoulders. They continued their curved path behind her until they
connected to their stubby buckled mates, which originated from the former
lower two straps a short distant up from where they were attached to the
waist belt. To keep these upper straps from slipping off the girl's
shoulders, two short half inch straps ran from the bottom center of the
girl's collar to the outer edges of each of these curved straps, just
below the collar bone. Another half inch strap, that buckled together
behind the girl's back below her shoulder blades, was used to keep the
wider curved ones taught in place behind her.

It was obvious to Sheila that this curved strap harness was just for show
now, seeing how narrow the straps were and how very nonfunctional those
stitched together sweeping curves would be if any real load was put upon
them. But once she had the waist belt firmly fastened along with that
smaller half inch strap above it, that studded grey curved harness did
have an interesting beauty to it. Especially with that off-white pony suit
as the background. Both items seem to compliment one another quite well.

The last strap to be buckled up was part of an intriguing crotch harness
that Sheila left dangling between Heidi's legs. She purposely left it like
that to get a small black box that she brought with her early that
morning. She didn't know if Sir Winfred's harness design would allow for
her idea, but she brought it all the same, just in case.

She took her little black box over to where Sir Winfred was just about to
run the crotch strap between Katie's legs. So to get his attention she
cleared her throat in a very noticeable way, just like her mentor did for
her. Then once he was looking at her she presented her idea.

"Sir Winfred, I was wondering, if maybe you might wish to include an item
that I brought for the ponygirls too. That is, before you get too far
along in finishing up with Jasmine's pussy harness."

Sir Winfred was surprised to hear what Sheila had to say. It seemed there
was no end to the number of times he was surprised by this unique young
lady's intelligence. Then his eyes caught sight of that black box she was
holding in her hands. His curiosity was getting the better of him as he
anxiously pondered what could be in that box that his vast experience
might had missed.

Sheila slowly opened the box while staring at Sir Winfred's face hoping
that her idea was going to meet with his approval. And when she had it
fully opened, the four shiny articles inside really did catch the old man
by surprise.

"By the Royal Queen herself! Ben Waas!" He said with a robust eagerness in
his voice. "I had completely forgotten about those little gems. They are
going to be perfect for our ponygirl's Sheila. I am so glad you thought of
them and took the initiative to bring them with you. I guess that just
goes to show you how age can affect one's thinking. Very well done my
dear! Very well done indeed!"

He would have taken Sheila in his arms and given her one big hug, but his
old English ways told him that it was much too early in their
teacher/pupil relationship to be so physically casual with one another. So
all he did was to take two of the shiny stainless steel balls in his hands
and carry them the short distance over to where Katie was waiting for him.

As soon as he picked them up, he noticed how they felt in his hands. They
were not just a simple pair of solid metal balls. There was a hollowness
to them. And inside that inner cavity was an object, another weighty ball
from the feel of it. Not only will the girls experience the unique
pleasure of having something to fill them and then meander about inside of
them when they pranced around before an elitist crowd of people. But even
the simple act of shifting their weight or inadvertently preforming a soft
gentle sway will give them a most unusual feeling as well. Those two inner
balls will be transferring their gentle rolling and rocking motion out
into the two larger ones and they in turn will echo out this sensual low
key vibration into the divine cardinal flesh that surrounds them. 'A most
interesting diversion to say the least,' Sir Winfred thought to himself.

And as soon as Katie caught sight of those two balls roaming around in the
old man's active hands, a look of extreme dread appeared upon her pretty
gagged face.

After Sir Winfred took first pick, Sheila removed the other two weighty,
rattling, metal balls and took them over to her own ponygirl to be.

Heidi was definitely not thrilled either as to where those two gigantic
paper weights were about to go. She had absolutely no desire to have
anything, least of all something that ugly or that sexually debasing,
forced up inside of her. That's why she took one big step backwards, or as
much as her tethered arms from above would allow, when Sheila brought the
first ball close to her pussy.

"Musk!" Sheila command as she looked straight into Heidi's fearful eyes,
"you get over here right this instant! This is no time to have
reservations about what is to happen to you. Or do I need to remind you
again who you are and what is expected of you?"

That subtle threat was all Heidi needed to hear. Even with her new skin
on she knew it would not afford her any degree of protection as her most
vulnerable areas were still fully exposed. So she quickly shook her bald
head in a flamboyant no in answer to her trainer's question and then took
two small steps forward with her new pony shoes firmly on her feet. The
sound of which sent a chill of excitement down Sheila's spine.

Sheila's expression quickly changed from one of an irate drill sergeant
ready to jump into the face of some lowly private, to that of a soft
adoring lover. She placed both balls in one hand and then, with her free
hand, began stroking her favorite ponygirl's pussy to make it ready to
accept the inevitable.

"That's a good, good ponygirl. Now did you really think that I was going
to shoved these little trinkets into your sweet sexy pussy without making
sure you were all wet inside first?"

Heidi took a couple of seconds before responding, not wanting to admit to
the obvious connotation of being a submissive lesbian that was implied in
her trainer's question. But she finally found the courage to shake her
head in the direction, and manner, that would be the least physically
distressing for her in the immediate future.

Sheila could see the anguish in Heidi's eyes. It wasn't the grievous
tormenting look that came from physical distress, because there virtually
was none. Heidi's look of woe was pure emotional. The result of a lesbian
woman diddling her most private and sensitive areas when she herself was
as straight as an arrow. And the most pleasing part of it, for Sheila at
least, was that it was actually getting her vanilla ponygirl very, very
wet.

"My goodness Musk! You're getting so wet and so quickly too that I do
believe you thoroughly enjoy being my devoted lesbian ponygirl."

Heidi definitely did not like what she heard, but what could she do with
her body betraying her like it was. The ongoing awakening that she might
want, no need, to submit to the will and desire of another person was one
thing. But the fact that the recipient of her submissive desire would be
to another woman was quite something else. Her body might not care from
whom played with it, but her mind sure did. That's why she closed her eyes
in shame while biting down hard on the cloth gag that kept her teeth only
a fraction of an inch apart now.

"Well I do declare! If my pretty little filly gets any more wet, I surely
doubt if she will be able to hold these precious toys inside of her."

Sheila mocking voice of a southern bell in affectionate humiliating
conversation with her prized mare was only adding to Heidi emotional
distress. But that was the least of Heidi's worries now. For Sheila had
just begun to slowly push the first Ben Waa into her dripping pussy.

Heidi's eyes closed even tighter when she felt that first kiss upon her
tender pussy lips. Her body twitched just a little in trying to accept
it's cool presents as it first began to french her, inside her warm moist
genital mouth. She even let out a long soft moan, it's length coinciding
exactly to the depth of it's passage into her. And when that slick shinny
ball stopped, to finally come to rest within the depths of her sexual
being, she let out a heavy sigh of remorse. It bothered her to think how
far she had descended into becoming such a non human entity, a mer
receptacle of someone's sick sexual pleasure.

Sheila, on the other hand, was all bright eyes and lusting smiles as she
remained focused on her beloved Musk's expression. An expression that
reflected a love-hate relationship deep within Heidi's submissive soul.
And as she pushed the second animated sphere into her play toy's
salivating pussy, to come to rest right next to it's menacing sister, she
knew that with only a little more time she could turn this cock loving
bitch into a first class lesbian sex slave oh her very own.

"If only I had a little more time my precious pony," Sheila whispered
softly into Heidi's ear as she slowly removed her glistening wet finger
from the girl's receptive hole.

Sir Winfred purposefully cleared his throat in a more than generous manner
to subtly remind his emotionally involved pupil that time was still a
factor. He had finished with his ponygirl without the intimate ceremony
that Sheila was going through. Just a little added man made lubricant from
a tube to the outer surface of the balls and soon they were sitting very
pretty and out of sight in their warm cubby hole. It might not have been
all that physically arousing for the girl having those two balls abruptly
thrust inside of her like he did. But, that's life. The Ben Waas were in
and the pussy harness could now be fasten in place. There would be more
than enough time for the girl to become aroused by the Ben Waas later when
she was moving about. After all, that is how those things were "suppose"
to work.

Sheila caught the audible inference from Sir Winfred to get her butt in
gear and quickly went to work with the remaining of the body harness.

There really wasn't much to it, but it was very pretty the way Sir Winfred
had it designed. Two straps, about a half inch wide, came down from the
front sides of the waist belt to follow just above the natural fold
created by the legs and torso. They ended at the two upper lobes of a
heart shaped pussy harness.

The pussy harness was nothing more than a one inch wide piece of leather
shaped into the outline of a heart. This heart shaped frame was slightly
concave to match the curved surface of the girl's triangle shaped pubes
that it was to rest upon. And when it was placed exactly so, it completely
covered the edge of the pony suit's opening while still leaving the entire
genitalia area in full view and aptly centered inside. Sheila marveled at
it's design, for the inside point created by the curving upper lobes of
the heart was situated right above the apex of the labia lips. It looked
like an arrow pointing directly at the girl's pierced clit hood in order
to draw more attention to it.

At the bottom of the heart shaped harness was another half inch strap that
ran under and then up the crack of Heidi's butt to be buckled to her waist
belt. Sheila noticed that in this butt strap there was a small hole with a
slit running through it. She new it was there for the tail, but it's
placement on the strap seemed to be to high up in relation to where the
hole was on the inserted butt plug. She thought about bringing this up to
Sir Winfred attention, but then decided to wait to see how things worked
out when she was given the tail.

When the back strap was secured in place, it put tension on the heart
shaped pussy harness that caused the fleshy outer area of the girl's pussy
lips to plump up in the opening. And this, slight bulging of genital
flesh, had a closing effect on the girl's pussy. Thus the Ben Waas would
stay safely inside with no chance of them popping out. No matter how
active or how wet the prancing ponygirls got.

As soon as Sheila had everything in place and all snugged up, she couldn't
keep herself from playing with Heidi's puffed out pussy, looking so
inviting the way it was. But as soon as she heard Sir Winfred's voice
addressing her, her hand disappeared from that luscious sweet spot like a
child who almost got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"So my dear Sheila, now do you see the reason for the shoulder brace?"

Sheila made a questioning expression wondering what in the world Sir
Winfred was talking about. But once her mind-set was raise to a much
higher level "on" the girl's body, then she knew what Sir Winfred was
referring to. She maneuvered herself into a standing position next to her
mentor and they both took a good long look at a much different appearing
Heidi. A Heidi that was well on her way to becoming a very exotic, very
erotic, half human, half animal creature of fantasy. And a Heidi who's
disheartening facial expression was no longer caused by just her corset
alone.

"Yes I do Sir Winfred. I see why the shoulder brace was needed. For the
harness is there just for show, to please the eye and has very little to
do with function."

"And can you also see what I meant about the mixing and blending of those
symbolic characteristics we talked about? Can you see that the entire look
of the girl is much different now? She still has her very pleasing female
form with her small waist and wide hips. But they are now presented in a
bold, strong, almost manly way with her square off shoulders and deep
angled torso. But then again, see how her body harness flows around her in
two big soft winding curves that directly accent her own two round
impressive female breasts. And down there, right between those two
powerful muscular legs of hers, is the emblem of pure womanhood. So
delicate and so beautiful in it's stark nakedness that it is brought out
even more so with that heart shaped harness. Now can you see the contrast
of power and softness, of obtrusive masculine strength and yielding
feminine flesh? And then the greatest contrast of them all, between human
and animal. All that I have spoken of, all that has given praise to her as
a viable human being with her mixture of pleasing femininity and masculine
pride. It is all held in check by that second skin she wears as if it was
her very own. And look at it, that color, that design, that texture, it
all screams out that this is not the skin of a human being, this is the
covering of an animal. And the type of animal that is declared with
strength and pride is set forth there in her animal hoofs. This, my dear
Sheila, is a ponygirl in the making!"

Sheila seemed mesmerized by Sir Winfred's words of passion. She was like a
child being told a magnificent fairly tale by her beloved grandfather. But
this story was true. Just as true as the hungry look on her face for more.

Then Sir Winfred moved in close to whisper in her ear.

"And the best, is yet, to come."

A smile of incredible satisfaction grew on Sheila's face. She then turned
in anxious anticipation of what inhuman item was next on Sir Winfred's
wonderful list. Only to be asked by her creative mentor if she was ready
to pin the tail on the pony.

That child like glow of intense enthusiasm readily beamed from Sheila's
face. And as she waited, almost bouncing in place for said tail, Sir
Winfred added a minor prologue to his prior question.

"But before the tail goes in," Sir Winfred said in way that reflected the
addition of a ho-hum clause to an otherwise very attractive contract, "we
must first bundle their arms behind them."

It really didn't matter to Sheila. She was more than willing to continue
the job no matter what item was next on the list. It was all a delightful
learning experience for her and one she would remember for as long as she
lived.

Sir Winfred then took his position back behind Katie after he rotated her
about face. Sheila positioned herself and Heidi the same.

"Now Sheila, after removing your ponygirl's right wrist from the spreader
bar above her like so, you will notice an opening there on one side of the
wrist with a slight excess of material running down the length of her
forearm. That added elongated pouch is in fact another sleeve. The purpose
of which, is to slip the other pod-like hand and forearm through it behind
her back. So, if you will, please do so."

Both Sir Winfred and Sheila went right to work while Katie and Heidi
remained silent and malleable like dolls. It looked like a fairly straight
forward process to Sheila, and one that at first seemed like a piece of
cake given Heidi's cooperative flexibility. But as the job progressed, it
was becoming more and more difficult to simply slip the left arm into the
sleeve. She soon found it necessary to reverse the process by having to
work the sleeve over the arm in minute increments.

Little by little she would stretch the material this way and that way in
what was becoming an ever increasing task akin to putting long fingers
into very narrow glove holes. It was apparent that there was more to this
piggy-back sleeve arrangement than met the eye.

"When you get far enough along Sheila, you will notice another little
opening on the other arm sleeve near the elbow. This small pouch like
opening is for the hand pod and wrist of the right hand to enter into. You
are going to find that both sleeves will soon be a very tight fit in due
course and one you must work at with care to make them both come out all
nice and smooth like. Don't rush it, or try to force it too much. All you
need do is to just coax them along and soon you will have a very nice "U"
shaped tube with no outward signs of a hand, a wrist, or the tapered
length of a long feminine forearm what-so-ever."

Sheila persevered to no end to make it happen. She did not push it like
Sir Winfred stated. But in the end, there were a few beads of sweat on her
forehead as a result of the hard work needed to obtain the desired
results.

"Once you have both arms securely in place, look about a few inches along
both ends of the doubled up forearms for a hole and a small draw string
exiting it. There should be two knotted strings per hole. All you need do
is to pull on the two strings, tie them off and remove the excess with the
scissors. What happens is that the outer sleeve of one arm grasp's around
the inner wrist of the other. And once both ends are knotted off it is
impossible to remove either arm from it's pouch."

This was the easiest of the entire process. And once done, Sheila simply
could not believe how smooth and hidden the whole doubled up arm area was.
There had to be some kind of thick expertly well shaped padding involved
to give such a flawless appearance. It must have taken a lot of expertise
to come up with some sort of seamstress formula to do something like this.
Something that Sheila had a lot of appreciation for and wouldn't mind
participating in either, if truth be told.

"Now, to finish it off, wrap the three equally spaced narrow straps from
the top of the waist belt around the folded arm area and then buckle them
to their corresponding mates waiting for them from which they came. At
this point both girls will not only have their arms totally useless to
them, but they will be void from sight by anyone looking for such human
characteristics there in."

When Sheila finished strapping them down she went to inspecting the whole
arrangement. It was delightfully solid all right. And except for some
token movement in the entire "U" shape tube, which only made the visual
image of their inescapable helplessness more appealing, it was as Sir
Winfred had stated. Their arms were void from view and totally useless as
any human appendage could possibly be, and still be present.

When Sheila turned Heidi around to take a good look at her, she could
easily see the reason for binding, or better put cocooning, the girl's
arms behind her. It was again what Sir Winfred had told her before, about
enhancing some attributes and hiding others. The arms and hands were
definitely a major human characteristic that needed to be played down in
creating the ponygirl image. He could have put them in a standard single
glove arm sheath, but then the podded hand part would have gotten in the
way of the girl's tail. He also could have crossed them behind her back.
Not in a backwards prayer position for neither girl was no where near
limber enough for that. But he could have simply crossed them in back with
the wrist of one near the shoulder blade of the other and kept them that
way with an extensive body harness. Then the ponygirl suit could have been
modified to cover the whole affair making it look as if she had no arms at
all. But as Sheila continued to look at Heidi, with that image in her
mind's eye of Musk standing there with no arms, it still didn't look
right. Oh it would have been an eye catcher at the party all right, and
one she would have been more than happy to create too. But the longer she
compared the two, the one before her eyes and the one in her mind, she had
to come to the conclusion that this one was far better. And again, it was
all based on Sir Winfred's idea of blending things, and using the visible
to describe the invisible.

Without arms, the look of the girl would have been shifted far to much
over to that of an animal, the pony part of the ponygirl equation. But
with the arms present, or better yet, with the "hint" that they were still
there, it balanced the ponygirl equation in a real fun and creative way.
Anyone viewing her from the front could plainly see that the creature
before them was still a viable human being. But, as the curious eye
traveled down along the upper arm, around the elbow and then going behind
the girl, to quench that curious desire to know, one is surprised with
seeing nothing! Just a tube like structure blending both well define
articulate hands and forearms into one shapeless mass. Thus, a major human
characteristic simply fades away into nothingness, and in an area that
really brings out another major attribute on the other side of the
ponygirl equation, their tail.

When the idea of the tail came into Sheila's mind, she turned in the
direction of Sir Winfred who was now in the process of bringing one of
those impressive tails over to her.

"This, my dear Sheila, is the most important attribute of a ponygirl. Even
though the pony hoof is more intricate in it's construction and much more
dramatic when first viewed, it is the "tail" that really brings out the
essence of the word "pony" in the name "ponygirl".

"Look at it my dear, and see how it moves and swishes about. See how it
catches and holds the eye in a heighten state of excitement. And when it
is at rest, in all it's dignified glory, see how it begs to be touched and
stroked. That is why it is extremely important for a pony tail to be more
than just an add on, or mer accessory. It must have the virtual soul of a
ponygirl crafted inside of it. It is the tail that truly brings the
ponygirl dream to life. And with the highly gifted craftsmen of Ms.
Davenport's workshop, I think these pony tails live up to that
expectation."

At the end of that little speech Sir Winfred handed that marvellous thing
of beauty over to Sheila.

Sheila starred at it for a few seconds, just enough time for her to wipe
the palms of her hands along the side of her spotlessly clean jeans. Then
she picked it up with both hands as if it was the legendary Excaliber of
old.

Sir Winfred left her with it knowing that she was more than capable of
figuring out how it was to be installed.

Sheila was captivated at how simple it was. Some fake long hair attached
to a center support that in turned ended in a plug. A plug that would then
be mated with the hollow plug that was already seated deeply into Heidi's
rear end. But the longer she looked at it, with that critical eye of hers,
the more details she picked up that made her first impression of
simplicity easily fall by the way side.

For one thing, the center support was in the form of a checked mark. The
shorter side of which was the end that went inside the butt plug. And as
Sheila held this part in her hand she could feel how heavy it was. She
surmised the reason for the weight was so it could act as a foundation, a
stationary point, for the rest of the tail to move from. With this end
firmly planted inside the girl's butt plug, the entire tail was able to
flow in the breeze when the girl moved as if it had life to it. She even
simulated the effect by grasping the butt end and slowly waving it from
side to side like a flag. By doing this, she was surprised to find how
light and airy the other side of the check mark was, given it visual bulk.
She smiled whimsically when she seen how the centered support formed into
a gentle rounded arch under it's own weight with the hair cascading down
and around from it like a spectacular waterfall. Sheila could not get over
how alive it felt as it floated in waves from side to side while in her
hands.

This beautiful part of the tail was indeed very impressive. It seemed to
be made entirely out of different lengths of hair to make it look more
real. And the overall color matched that of the pony suit, except that it
was a couple of shades lighter to make it stand out, but not brazenly so.
It even had the same grayish color that was selectively distributed in the
pony suit as well. But this darker color was localized to the root area
where it emanated from the hidden support and then slowly faded out with
the length of the hair until the last third of it was a spectacular white.

When Sheila took a closer look, she found that these wonderful hairs
weren't made of hair at all, which made sense after one thought about it.
If the tail was truly made from real hair, then given it's long and
massive appearance, it would have been much heavier than it was. These
hairs however were made from some sort of super light fiber that had a
unique and pleasant feel to them. One that Sheila enjoyed immensely when
she pulled it through her hand and fingers the way she did.

Then she noticed something else about it, no tangles. Each hair seemed to
keep it's unique individuality no matter what she did to it. It would not
kink, break or remain haphazardly interwoven with those next to it. In a
way, Sheila was a bit envious of it. Her own high maintenance blonde hair
was nothing as care free as this. Then she heard a distinct poignant cough
that quickly put her back on the right track.

Sheila took hold of the small ring on Heidi's collar and began to guide
her into a slightly bent over position. And with the highly restricted
corset on, Heidi had no choice but to bend at the hips now, and even that
required her to spread her legs a little in the process.

Once in position, Sheila unbuckled the strap that was going up the crack
of the girl's butt. Now she knew the reason for having the hole in the
leather much higher up than where the butt plug orifice was. She slipped
the plug end of the tail through the hole on the strap, which was made
bigger by the slit through it, and was now ready for insertion.

It took a bit of doing, not so much because of a size problem, but because
of the excess flesh that was being pushed down from the corset and the
tightness of the pony suit around the girl's ample derriere. These two
forces were causing the hole to be covered up by the girl's supple flesh.
So a little hunting and pecking was first required by Sheila. When she did
find the hole, she had to take some care in pushing the plug in so as not
to catch and pinch any unwanted flesh in the process.

Sheila was spurred on to be more aggressive in her task when she heard a
distinctive sharp yelp coming from Katie's cleaved gagged mouth. That was
an indication that Sir Winfred had his tail plug fully inserted and the
locking mechanism engaged.

A short time later Heidi too emitted a sharp painful sound of doom when
Sheila had her persnickety tail pushed deep into it's receptacle and
securely latched in. Now all she had to do was to manipulate the dual
fleshy cheeks around the tail structure that extended up the crack of the
girl's butt. Once she had that part nicely nestled in, she reaffirmed the
half inch strap back into the butt crack and over the tail structure with
the hole in the strap at the proper place just below the tail bone. Then
she threaded the strap through the buckle on the waist belt and tightened
it up. She told Heidi to go into pony stance and then made sure both the
pussy harness and ponytail was situated just like it should be before
adjusting the strap one last time.

"Well done my dear! I could not have done a better job." Sir Winfred was
back at the table again, sitting down in a nearby chair as he complimented
his pupil for doing such a good job.

"Would you care to sit down for awhile my dear? The last part of the
ponygirl outfit is the head piece, but it hasn't arrived quite yet. So we
might as well take it easy for awhile."

He then took out his pocket watch to check the time.

"My word! We must have worked faster than I thought. For I see that we
have plenty of free time. Which means there is no need to worry about our
current delay. So, if by chance you might have any questions for me,
please, feel free to ask them my dear."

Sheila did have a lot of question, but for some reason she couldn't
remember a single one of them. Then she looked over at both of the
ponygirls to see if they might stir her memory. But instead they seemed to
blank them out even more. No doubt due to how wonderful they were turning
out.

She thought about raising a fuss with them because they wouldn't stay in
pony stance. Then she thought again at what they were going through. What,
with the tight corset, shoulder brace, mummified forearms, their pony
hoofs and now their totally new appendage sticking out of their rear ends.
They were probably just trying to work the kinks out and get accustomed to
what they were wearing. It wasn't every day in their lives that they were
transformed from human being to servile animal in a matter of hours. And
they did seem to be trying their best to stay in one spot, of which those
Ben Waas were of little help either she speculated. Besides, they just
looked so good, and real, shifting their weight back and forth from one
pony hoof to the other like they were. And her precious Musk was the one
who always got her attention first. She just loved her projecting breasts
and positively adorable perky nipples. Then a question did come to her
mind.

"Sir Winfred, I was wondering about the girl's breasts. Why did you cover
them the way you did instead of showing them off like their butts? I mean,
it's not like they were sagging, or misshapen in any way. In fact, they
are very good looking. Very smooth and soft. Almost perfect in appearance
and symmetry. They practically beg for me to touch them, and cuddle them,
and stroke them, and . . . .

"Ummm, yes my dear, I do see what you mean." Sir Winfred quickly
interrupted his pupil from adding any more arousing erotic words of
passion that would soon have her up on her feet and playing with her
favorite ponygirl again.

"And your question is a most excellent one at that Sheila. You are correct
in saying that I could have taken them down that path of further erotic
nudity, and, for all the reasons you have mentioned as well. But I didn't.
In some ways it's simply a matter of choice, or personal preference. And
in others, one must look to the whole picture to find the correct way to
go, as did I. To be honest my dear young lady. I too was looking forward
to showing off their above average feminine charms. But again, everything
must be put in context, otherwise perspective is lost."

All Sir Winfred needed was that one look of confusion spread across
Sheila's face for him to continue to explain his reasoning.

"For example, picture in your mind, the ponygirls dressed as you said,
with bare breasts."

Sheila turned her head and looked directly at Heidi. A very lusting grin
soon formed on her face. One that did not go unnoticed by Sir Winfred.

"Now, picture her again, this time making the grand entry. Imagine her,
and Jasmine, prancing in perfect formation, being driven by a beautiful
coachwoman, you, sitting upon an exceptionally well crafted sleigh with an
exquisitely dressed and happy Madame Rouso riding in back. And after
having that image well entranced in your mind, what do you think will
catch the crowd's eye first?"

Before Sheila could open her mouth to answer, Sir Winfred blurted out the
answer.

"That's right! The girls breasts. Those big, beautiful, well formed,
youthful, quivering, jiggling and bouncing orbs of delightful arousing
feminine flesh. Of course the people will look further around as well. To
see how they are dressed, to the sleigh, Madame Rouso and even at you too.
But each time their eyes begin to stray to those other places, their
peripheral vision will pulled their focus back to the girls trembling,
swaying and vivacious breasts. Those energetic milk glands would virtually
dominate the entire scene and thus make the entire effect less than
grandiose."

For a second Sheila thought that Sir Winfred's explanation was a bit far
fetched. But upon further thought, upon her own interest in Heidi's
bountiful bosom, she could see the wisdom in Sir Winfred's words.

"Now then, if we cover them up, making sure in the process that both
girl's were the same size, and, making bare only their aureolas and
nipples this time. We no longer have animated breasts that steal the scene
if you will. What we do have however, is the hint of a pair of remarkable
robust female breasts that are sheathed in what looks like animal skin.
Animal skin that carries the observing eye from one particular part of
their body to another, and then off to a completely different area after
that. Why? Because it is all coordinated together with no one item or body
part dominating the whole. Does that answer your question Sheila?"

Sheila began nodding her head in a most impressive yes. She was about to
tell Sir Winfred how brilliant it was, the entire concept and all, but the
door to the room began to open and in walked Ms. Davenport. And not too
far behind her where two work unit Xmas maids, each carrying some
extravagant head piece on trays in front of them.

"Ah! And I see the remaining part of their costumes has arrived, just in
time I might add," Sir Winfred joyfully voiced as he leaped to his feet,
or as best a man of his advanced years could.

He made a clear spot on the table so the silent, smiling, gagged maids
with their tinkling ankle and wrist chains could put them down right there
on the spot. And when that was done, the identical looking maids did a
very nice curtsey and headed out of the room closing the door behind them.

"So, Sir Winfred, do the head pieces meet with your expectations," Judith
asked with a knowing smile on her face.

Sir Winfred lifted one of those Los Vegas type show girl head wear from
the table and did a through examination of it.

Sheila thought those extravagant head pieces were going to be very heavy.
But the way Sir Winfred handled them they seemed to be just the opposite.

"Well now Ms. Davenport, I do believe my assistant here could best answer
that question for you. If you would Sheila."

Sheila was both extremely nervous and uncontrollably curious to check out
the beautiful head covering as it was handed over to her. Her first
impression was to confirm what she had seen when Sir Winfred had it. It
was indeed very light. And what weight there was, was concentrated in the
stiff head wrap itself and not in the flamboyant mane. A mane that seemed
to sprout out from it like a spectacular fountain with a mass that was
easily twice that of the girl's pony tails.

The open cowl itself was made from the same material, and color, as the
pony suits. However, it was much less flexible in it's construction. It
also had a very thin layer of padding on the inside, like the pony boots
minus the slick satin material covering it. It seemed to be made to fit
like a football helmet, but it covered and fitted the rounded contours of
the girl's head with greater detail and precision. It even had a well
defined area in front, an oval opening, to let the entire face stick
through unobstructed.

Sheila surmised that the entire helmet like cowl was held in place by two
flaps that hung down from the bottom, much like a chin strap on said
mentioned helmet except more so. These flaps had some degree of stretch
and flexibility to them that was nearly equal to that of the pony suit
itself. The flaps also had a series of small holes along there edges. It
was obvious that these two flaps would be held together with small
diameter laces under the chin. And once they were laced up, the entire
area under the jaw would be covered to match the rest of their pony suits.

Along with the dangling flaps were a few dangling leather straps as well.
These were about a half inch wide and matched those on the body harness,
including the polished metal inserts. Sheila took it for granted that
these straps made up the bridal. But she was a bit puzzled on how simple
the bridal was. She was expecting something much more elaborate and bold,
maybe with blinders on it. But this one was made up with only two main
straps. One circling the head horizontally at the forehead and the other
wrapping around the head vertically just in front of the pony ears.

It was the ears on the horse's cowl that really tickled Sheila the most.
They looked so real in every way. There size and shape seemed to be in
exact proportional to the overall size of the ponygirl's head, thus not
allowing them to stand out like sore thumbs or be so diminutive as to be
lost in their long flowing mane. They even had that light pinkish color
inside of them, as well as the little extra tuff of hair at the tips.

When Sheila held the cowl out in front of her, she couldn't believe how
beautiful it was going to look on the girls. That's when she decided to
answer the question that was transferred to her.

"I don't know what Sir Winfred had in mind when he designed this Ms.
Davenport, but I do know this. They are going to be the cherry on the cake
once we have them in place. They are truly exceptional works of art, both
in design and craftsmanship."

Both Sir Winfred and Judith looked at one another with a knowing nod of
the head. Sheila was correct on both points. And her analogy was correct
as well. They were going to be the crowning glory that really brought out
the entire concept of what a ponygirl was.

"So my dear Sheila, let us not waste a second more." And after Sir Winfred
said that, he picked up the other head piece. Then both teacher and pupil
went off to their respective living works of art.

Judith noticed that the ponygirls still had their cloth gags on. So she
quickly lent a hand in there removal, doing Sir Winfred's ponygirl first
and then Sheila's.

While Katie and Heidi were busy working their mouths about, to remove the
discomfort left by their gags, they could feel the head gear being lowered
upon their bald heads.

It wasn't an all together too weird of a feeling for the girls. They both
had the opportunity to wear motorcycle helmets on a few occasions and the
process seemed to be very much like that. Except back then they both had
full luscious heads of beautiful long hair to contend with. But once their
head ornaments were fitted snugly in place with their soft lining adhering
conformably to their naked skulls, it wasn't all that uncomfortable. And
once their chin straps were laced into position, which only made their
helmets more at one with their entire heads, they did notice something
very strange.

It was their manes. They could feel something very pompous shooting out
from the top and back of their heads, and it reminded them of a ponytail
they wore when they were kids, only more so. It even had bangs drifting
out and down over their foreheads with a matching pair of long serrated
strands running half way along the sides of their faces.

They began to move their heads a little from side to side and then up and
down to get a better idea of what their new head covering was like. The
results told them that it was indeed a massive thing, but at the same time
quite light. It was obvious to them that the vast majority of it was
running down their backs, extending all the way down to their cinched in
waists, which they were finally getting use to.

When Sheila vocally told Heidi to bend at the waist so she could fasten a
strap that was part of her bridal, both girls discovered something else
that was totally different with regards to their new pony heads. It was
their sense of hearing.

At first, their hearing was noticeably reduced from having the helmet
placed over their heads. Then, when it was situated in the correct manner
with the chin flaps all done up, their hearing improved, but it was very
different. It felt like they were hearing things from the end of a long
tube and it was very directional. They found that by moving their heads
around, the intensity of the sound would either increase or decrease
markedly. It had to be the result of their elongated horse's ears that was
causing them to have this new sense of hearing.

Sheila was busy moving from side to side around Heidi's head trying to
figure out how to tighten up the horizontal strap. She could see how it
went across the girl's forehead, over her pony skin cowl and under her
lovely pony bangs in front. And she could even see how it passed along the
side of the girl's head right behind her cute ponygirl ears. But when she
looked behind the girl's head for the buckle to snug it up with, there was
none there. No buckle, and, no strap.

It was only under closer inspection that she could see that there was in
fact a strap there, and it did go behind the girl's head, but it did so
via a slit and hidden sleeve in the pony cowl. It soon became apparent to
her why Sir Winfred wanted it this way. So it would not offset the visual
effect of the girl's pretty mane as it flowed out of her head and down her
back. But that still left her with the problem of how to tighten up that
strap.

"Ah HA," Sheila exclaimed as she suddenly found the answer she was looking
for.

Hidden behind both ears she discovered a pair of miniature buckles. They
were so small that originally she mistook them for some of those shiny
metal inserts in the bridal harness. But once she did recognize them for
what they were, it was relatively easy for her to gingerly maneuver her
delicate feminine fingers into the tight valley between the ponygirl's
head and ear to make the adjustments. That's also when she found the
reason for having two of these buckle arrangements instead of just one.
With two buckles one could easily adjust the leather strap with all it's
decorative inserts so it was symmetrically placed across the girl's
forehead and still have those tiny buckles hidden out of sight behind the
ears.

When she had that strap done up correctly, she then moved on to the other
vertical one, which included the bit setup. But as she went to fetch that
curious bit, Sir Winfred quickly remarked to her, "Not yet."

She then looked over the top of the table and wondered what could possibly
be next since the bit seemed to be the most logical choice. Then she
spotted something resting on the far corner of the table.

"That must be it," she stated quietly to herself.

When Sir Winfred finished snugging up his ponygirl's forehead strap, which
took him longer because of his old pudgy fingers, he turned and saw Sheila
waiting for him with the make-up kit opened. He formed a pleasant smile at
the thought of how this lovely lady could read his mind so accurately now.
Then he clapped his hands together in anxious anticipation of the
project's soon completion.

"All set and ready to go I see, good! All we have left are just a few more
items and they will be finished. Now then, when it comes to making up the
girls faces, all I can tell you is the "look" I after. It will be up to
you to try and obtain that desired look that I am, umm, looking for, if
you will."

Both Judith and Sheila gave a little giggle with Sir Winfred's unexcepted
pun on words.

"What I would like to see is a fresh clean healthy face that really brings
out their innocent big eyes. Now, if you would do that while I see to a
very personal matter, we can then insert their horse bits on my return, in
say, 20 minutes or so."

Sir Winfred turned and took his leave. At this point in time, he had need
to visit to the rest room. One side effect of getting old made it
necessary for him to make regular visits to the louve. And this one was
well beyond it's desired time.

Judith saw a distressed look on Sheila's face. It wasn't from the lack of
expertise in the field. Most women her age had a wealth of practice in
making up their pretty faces. It was just that time was getting short and
she always seemed to take too much of it in performing the most menial
tasks. That's when Judith stepped in.

"Sheila, would you mind if I lent a hand with this part? I am simply
itching to do something and it might help things go a little faster as
well. You just show me how you want it done with Musk and I'll repeat the
procedure here with Jasmine."

She then took hold of Katie's ringed collar and aggressively moved her
over to where Heidi was in order to make the copying process easier.

Judith didn't mind asking for permission instead of just taking control,
which was her right. She knew her former assistant had already moved to
the next level in her expertise, and one where Judith considered her as an
equal now. Besides, she wanted to see how Sheila acted first hand when the
control reins were passed on to her.

Sheila was overjoyed with having Judith's help. And now she look upon her
task with great optimism. She even saw Judith in a new light too. Much
less the boss and more like a good close friend.

The first thing Sheila did was to pick up the bolt cutters sitting on the
table and used them to remove Heidi's nose ring. Judith watched with
surprise at what she was doing, but did not stop her. This was going to be
all Sheila's idea and she didn't want to ruin it for her. So after Sheila
was finished with the monster cutter, she passed it on to Judith to do the
same thing with Katie's little control ring.

Both Heidi and Katie began twitching their noses like curious little
rabbits. The removal of their nose ring was a most positive event for
them. But the offset of such a happy circumstance was that they now had
the proverbial itch that just could not be scratch, tried as they did. It
was Sheila who finally caved in first to their distressing predicament by
gently massaging Heidi's nose. Judith soon followed suit with Katie,
although her way to sooth Katie's discomfort was to simply pinch her nose
and wiggle it a little. Something that worked for Katie, but rudely so.

After that, Sheila conversed with Judith as to how she wanted to approach
putting on the girl's make up. Sheila thought about taking advantage of
their natural fresh young looks by putting on the minimum needed. And only
adding a copious amount of dark eye liner and a pair of false eye lashes
to really bring out their eyes. If Sir Winfred wanted that very feminine,
very innocent, doe eyed, Bambie the deer look, than that's what he was
going to get.

It took very little time for both women to work their magic on the two
girls. Both of which stood motionless in regal pony stance the entire
time. The only thing left after that was to apply some really bright
cherry red lipstick and they would be done. Or so Judith thought.

Judith was mystified as to the reason why Sheila was just standing there,
in front of Heidi and simply looking at her. At first she caught Sheila
staring at Heidi's face. Then she seen Sheila change her interest to that
of the girl's expose aureolas and nipples. And then again to her heart
shaped encapsulated pussy lips. It was as if Sheila was taking all three
area's into consideration for some reason. Then Sheila picked up a tube of
lipstick and checked the color by putting a smidgeon of it on the back of
her hand. She then took it over to Heidi's aureolas and compared the two.

As soon as she saw Sheila smile, she knew something was up. That's when
she watched Sheila apply that same color to both of Heidi's aureolas. And
after that, to the lips on her mouth. Judith was a bit perplexed by that.
Not so much with where Sheila was putting it, but the color she used. It
wasn't the bright cherry red that she would have picked, but only a
slightly, unostentatious, shade of red that was a shade or two darker than
the girl's aureolas to begin with. Judith was about to ask her why, but
she decided to remained true to her plan, playing the silent assistant,
which was getting harder and harder to do with each step of the way.

It wasn't until she seen Sheila use that same long wear lipstick on the
exposed surface of Heidi's labia lips that Judith's curiosity got the
better of her. And the answer she received back made her really pause and
think.

"Well, you see Ms. Davenport, Sir Winfred has this over all concept thing.
He wants to blend certain characteristics of what makes up a horse and a
girl while still maintaining those attributes that are pure and symbolic
of each in order to get the perfect ponygirl out of it. At least that's
how I understand it. That's why I did what I did with the lipstick. It's
kind of hard for me to explain it to you. But basically the whole idea is
to have certain parts stand out, but not to the point of being gaudy, I
think. I know Sir Winfred could explain it to you much better than I could
Ms. Davenport."

Judith nodded her head with a knowing smile. She did have some idea of
what Sheila was telling her. And even though Sheila wasn't comfortable
with explaining it to someone else yet, she did in fact understand it
perfectly.

Sheila passed the tube of lipstick over to Judith and she too did the same
with Katie. Except her series ended with it's application to the lips of
Katie's mouth right after she did the girl's labia lips.

At that point the ponygirls were done according to Sir Winfred's
requirements and thus ready to have the horse bit inserted. But Sir
Winfred was not back yet. Again, the long period of inactivity was causing
Sheila to become anxious. Time was ticking by and the weight of the hour
was even affecting Judith. For not only did she still have to arrange for
transportation of the ponygirls to Madame Rouso's estate, but she had to
get ready for the party herself. That's when she made another suggestion
of inserting the bit themselves, since it really didn't require that much
expertise to begin with.

Sheila quickly jumped on the idea as she lunged towards the table like a
race horse out of the starting gate. She picked up both bits and handed
one over to Judith, who was eagerly waiting for it with her opened hand.

It was as if Judith and Sheila were acting as one, as they simultaneously
said the word "Open" in a commanding voice to each of their corresponding
ponygirls. Both Katie and Heidi responded on command and opened their
mouths, but it was difficult. The connected flaps under their jaws were
acting like broad rubber bands with minimum stretch. So even though it did
allow them to open their mouths to receive the bit, it was not without
some effort on their part to keep them open.

Sheila expected this since she had the experience of lacing the flaps up
to begin with, but Judith didn't. So Katie's less than enthusiastic
response to keep her mouth wide open was seen by Judith as a sign of
reluctant cooperation of her part. And Judith's way in dealing with such
stubbornness was to be even more dynamic in forcing the rubber coated bit
into her mouth.

It was the repeated grunts and moans of distress coming from Katie that
caught Sheila's attention. She quickly came to Katie's rescue as she
informed her "assistant", most diplomatically, on the limitation of the
material under Katie's jaw.

Judith responded back with just a simple audible "awe" of enlightenment.
And then went back to forcing the bit in place with possibly a little less
zeal this time. At which point Sir Winfred came back into the room.

Seeing another political solution just unfold before her, Sheila took the
opportunity to ask if Judith wanted to talk with Sir Winfred, alone. This
way she could get the much needed practice of setting Jasmine's bit
herself.

Judith, knowing the actions of a concerned mother hen over her beloved
chicks when she saw it, accepted the suggestion without offense. And as
she casually walked over to where Sir Winfred was, Sheila stepped in and
began to work Katie's bit into place with great sensitivity.

Sheila was still a little confused as to how that strange bit was to be
fitted in correctly. For one reason, there was no horizontal strap from
around the girl's head to hold the bit in place and prevent it from being
pushed out. And then there was that build up of rubber material again, at
both ends and on one side of the bit. She wasn't at all sure in which
direction that was suppose to go. She thought that the position of the end
rings might give her a clue, but they only added to the confusion.

That's when she felt a present's behind her. And sure enough, when she
turned around, it was Sir Winfred standing there watching her with a
curious grin on his face.

"It's quite a curious thing, this horse bit of mine, don't you think? I
developed it especially for these two show ponies, and I will show you
why."

And with that, Sheila moved off to the side while Sir Winfred stepped up
to Katie. He then took hold of the ring ends of the bit with each hand and
told Jasmine to open her mouth wide.

"Now, normally when a horse bit is placed in a girl's mouth it is pushed
way to the back like so, and then kept that way with a strap around her
head."

Katie's eyes went as big as saucers as she stared out into the distance
with glassy eyes from having the bit stretched the corners of her mouth
back to the point of severe discomfort.

"As you can see, the result of doing this has caused the lips of the girl
to be stretched taught all along her upper and lower teeth. A very
unbecoming look for a show pony I must say. But, if we moved the bit
forward, just enough for the lips to regain their full feminine plumpness,
the look of the girl has become much more appealing."

A great sigh of relief crossed Katie's face when her mouth regained most
of it's normalcy.

"The question now becomes, how does one anchor the bit in this position?
Of course, one could use a mired of support and connecting straps and
thus, in the process, cover every inch of the girl's head and face. Which
defeats our original desire to have her face looking very natural and
unencumbered. Or, we can remove a molar from each side of the girl's upper
jaw and then line the opening with some metal material to protect the
surrounding teeth and gums. After that it would be quite simple to place
the metal rod of the bit in those two openings. Then all we need do is to
use a matching pair of vertical straps from the bridal harness to keep it
in place. And, the best part of this method is two fold.

"One, it would be easy for the ponygirl to eat and drink while wearing the
bit, which means drooling would no longer be a problem. And drooling is
such an unsightly act for a show pony to begin with.

"And two, it causes the corners of the mouth to rise ever so slightly.
Thereby creating a very attractive soft grin. Which is another one of
those little nuances that reaps major rewards in a ponygirl's over all
appearance."

Both Judith and Sheila were following the logical path that Sir Winfred
was leading them down with much curiosity and enlightenment.

Katie and Heidi were also following Sir Winfred's words as well. Except
when it came to that one major hurtle of having two of their teeth
removed. That was something that almost brought tears to their eyes.

"But alas ladies, we do not have the time for such an intensive task of
dentistry."

Such good news was like a reprieve from a long prison sentence for both
soon to be bitted ponygirls.

"So, I had to do the next best thing. I added a very special rubber-like
substance to the ends of the bit, and made it much thicker on one side of
it. This thick area is then placed up against the top molars like so. And
then the girl is told to bite down hard on the bit."

Katie automatically took Sir Winfred's narrative as a bonafide command and
brought her jaws together hard. She could immediately feel something
forming around her upper molars as her jaws were coming closer and closer
together at the same time.

"You see here, and then here," as Sir Winfred pointed to the girls front
lips and then to one corner of the her mouth.

"See how the lips are brought virtually together in front as if they were
not wearing a bit at all. And see here, at how the corner of the mouth is
push upwards by the rubber as the molars plunge in deeper and deeper into
it."

Sheila and Judith were almost all over one another as they were trying to
see the finer points of Sir Winfred's ingenious creation.

"Once there appears to be no more movement, I use these two narrow straps
from both temple areas of the wider vertical one to secure the bit in
place, like so. The rubber-like substance has now made a vacuum tight
connection with the back molars that is virtually impossible to break."

Then Sir Winfred grabbed both ringed ends of the bit and began pulling,
and shoving, and twisting, and turning Katie's head around as if he was
trying to remove it right from her shoulders. And all the while the bit
remained in perfect position. The result of which answered a concerned
question Sheila had regarding the strength of that same bit/tooth
connection. She was now confident that the bit would stay in it's place no
matter how hard she pulled up on the reins at the party, should the need
arise.

"Now, if you would Sheila, please do the same with your Musk while I talk
privately with Ms. Davenport."

The eager Sheila went right to work on her precious filly while Sir
Winfred slowly escorted Judith to the other side of the room.

Sheila followed Sir Winfred's example to the letter. Gently maneuvering
the bit in so it was only so deep in Heidi's mouth. Then twisting and
aligning it so the bulk of the rubber was right under the girl's upper
molars, centered on the exact same one's on each side. She then told Musk
to bring her jaws together, hard, which Heidi did. And because Sheila was
so curious as to how the thing worked, she poked a finger under Heidi's
lip and raised it up to watch the rubber-like substance make it's
unbreakable vice like grip around the teeth in that area.

Sheila was so engrossed with what was happening that she didn't even hear
the momentary raised concerned voice of Judith behind her. She just looped
the straps through the corresponding bit rings like Sir Winfred showed her
and it was done.

In doing this last part Sheila could see how these two straps not only
kept the bit in place, but also did the main job in keeping the pony
headdress down and secure on the girl's head. The remaining dangling chin
strap, from the vertical strap that went around the girl's head, was
primary just for show. And this fact was made particularly more clear to
her when she attempted to buckle this strap under the girl's chin. For
each time she tried to snug it up, she seen the buckle elongate with some
resistance in the process.

Then it hit her. The reason for the stretchy chin flaps and now the
expanding buckle. They were there so the ponygirl could still move her
bottom jaw. Something that would give her a more visual effect of being
alive and more horse-like instead of that constant boring locked-jaw look.
It would also allow her to eat as well. Eat, as in a cube of sugar as a
reward for being extra good. Sheila made a mental note to bring a few
sugar cubes with her to the party.

When Sheila was done with Heidi, she moved over to finish Katie's chin
strap that Sir Winfred had left for her. And when that was done, she was
about to check the rest of Katie's bridal when she felt the presents of
Sir Winfred, and Judith, right behind her again.

She turned with a joyful expression on her face, all ready for that
critical eye of her most creative mentor. She immediately began looking
for that ok sign that was related to both the bit installation and the
make-up job. But there seemed to be something wrong. It wasn't something
that she could point her finger at in either Sir Winfred or Ms.
Davenport's persona, for they still had that light of happiness about
them. It was just something that she caught in their eyes. And her young
woman's intuition would not let it's subtle importance go.

Sir Winfred took a step forward, right in front of two ponygirl's standing
shoulder to shoulder next to one another. The first thing Sir Winfred
looked at was the girls faces. His eyes were traveling all over them like
a head chef over a finished plate of exquisite cuisine. Then he suddenly
reached up and grabbed one side of Katie's ringed bit and began moving
Katie's head about as if looking for something specific. It wasn't until
he did the same thing with Heidi that Sheila heard him murmur something
about the absence of the girls nose rings. It wasn't enough to clue her in
as to it being a bad thing or a good thing. But it was enough to raise her
anxiety level one more notch.

He was about to say something when his attention was radically turned to
Heidi's nipples. Which was then carried over to Katie's colored nubs as
well. His head began to move up and down between one girl's face and
nipples, and then the same pattern on the other girl. Then his peripheral
vision caught sight of something else that resulted in him taking two
steps back, almost bumping into Judith in the process if she didn't take a
quick side step at the last moment. His forehead took on the furrows of a
frown while the rest of his face turned into something very disagreeable.
If Sheila was looking for some visual clue related to Sir Winfred's
disposition, what she got was making her stomach wrench with a bitter
aftertaste.

Sheila was about to say something, something that had an apology worked
somewhere at the beginning of it when she was startled by Sir Winfred's
words.

"Positively outstanding!" The tone of his voice had a surprised wonder
about it.

"Sheila, this is remarkable! And from what Ms. Davenport has told me, it
was all your idea as well. Bravo my dear. Bravo!"

Sheila almost cried when she heard that. An emotional relief mechanism
that was totally automatic. And when she was sure that neither Sir Winfred
nor Ms. Davenport were looking at her, she rubbed her eyes just to make
sure no tears escaped them.

"I never thought about the finer point of coating the girls lips the same
color as their aureolas and vulvas. And the color choice is most
excellent! Not too bold as to capture and hold one's complete and
exclusive attention. But yet, enough to raise a mild curiosity as to why
those three area's are colored the same. And the solution to which, is
quite an easy one to fathom. It is the symbolic meaning that is inherent
in those three erogenous zones themselves. A meaning that has both an
outright human and a very subtle animal connotation to it. Well done my
dear! Absolutely first class!"

Before Sheila could utter a thank you, Sir Winfred was talking again.

"I see you have removed their nose rings. And I concur. It did seem to be
a little too much leaving those steel rings in like they were. Both girls
have such pleasing feminine features, more so now with your exceptionally
well done make-up work. And if those rings were left in, I do believe
their harsh metal qualities would have overshadowed those sweet angelic
expressions most drastically. The bit alone is enough to symbolize the
domestication of a broken wild beast in contrast to their soft heartfelt
human aura. Once again my dear, very well done!"

This time Sheila was able to say a most touching thank you to Sir Winfred,
and one that she desperately wanted to attach a big warm hug along with
it for all that he had done for her. But Sheila was fearfully put off by
the old Englishman's stoic reserve as he gave only minor awareness to her
verbal thanks while he continued to assess the pair of transformed human
ponies before him.

Judith, on the other hand, seen the unwritten need for human contact on
Sheila's face and filled in the gap left by Sir Winfred. She gave her a
most affectionate warm and hearty hug with joyful whispers of sincere
gratitude laid upon it. She even told Sheila there was something special
planned for her in the very near future as a result of her great success
in helping to create these two beautiful well trained ponygirls. And with
news like that, Sheila's face lit up like a happy child who just found the
presents under the Xmas tree. Judith had to calm her down with sober words
of how the main event had yet to be played out and not to count her
chickens before they were hatched. At which time Sir Winfred had finished
his inspection and began to speak again.

"Well Ladies, there is only one last item to go and I think it would be
apropos if Sheila preformed the final task at hand."

Sir Winfred walked over to the table and collected the dark wooden box
that he initially brought in with him. He took it over to where Judith and
Sheila were standing, and when he was right there in front of them, he
opened the lid.

Both women let out with long astonished gasps when the sparkling things
inside took their breath away.

"I believe that all women should wear some manner of elegant jewelry to a
fancy grand ball, even if they are nothing more than a couple of ponygirls
to begin with. Don't you ladies?"

Sir Winfred was smiling from ear to ear as his rosy cheeks accented most
delightfully the devious little twinkle in his eyes.

Judith was the first to reach into the red felt lined box and extract one
of the six matching pieces of fine jewelry within. Sheila was still too
shocked, and nervous, to take one herself. She was quite comfortable
simply watching with eyes bulging out of their sockets as her now dear
friend examined it's magnificent craftsmanship.

The sparkling trinket was a remarkable work of art. It was only about the
size of a silver dollar, but it's regal beauty came from the fact that it
was expertly made from a platinum alloy with several encrusted diamonds.
The shiny metal took on the shape of a tiny horse shoe. And in those areas
where a nail would go, to fasten it to the hoof of a fictitious miniature
horse, that is where the diamonds were located.

The workmanship was superb as Judith held it up to the light to catch it's
full sparkling brilliance. She held it there by a slender pin that ran
through both ends of the cute little horse shoe. Her other hand was cupped
a short distance underneath it as a safety net if the unthinkable should
happen. It was obvious that the shiny pin was the means by which it was to
be worn by the lucky girl, or ponygirl in this case. The glittering bauble
had such a mesmerizing effect on both women that Sir Winfred had to again
ask Sheila if she would not mind doing the honors in order to break the
spell it had over both of them.

Judith immediately handed the priceless gem over to Sheila. The two acting
with extreme caution as if it was the most precious object in the entire
world. Which under the present circumstances was not too far from the
truth.

Once the exchange was made, Judith volunteered to remove the dull barbells
from all three area's of both girls.

Heidi and Katie were both looking forward to having those damn barbells
removed. They never liked the idea of having their nipples pierced, let
alone their sensitive and private genital area along with them. And having
those things taken out, for whatever reason, was a definite step forward.
Even though they knew something else would soon be replacing them.

Judith, being the task oriented person that she was, was none too gentle
in there removal. With each rapid pull of the bar through their virtually
healed holes, both girls gave a little twitch and a short gasp as a very
strange feeling was generated in the process. A feeling that neither of
them could identify as being pure pain or pure pleasure.

It was not surprising that Sheila went to her favorite ponygirl first. And
when she approached Musk with that shiny thing hanging from her finger
tips, Heidi too was immediately stun by it's uncanny beauty.

Heidi's big made up eyes were glued onto that dazzling piece of jewelry as
it came closer and closer to her right nipple. And for some unknown
reason, she found herself thrusting her chest out in a vein attempt to
receive such a beautiful adornment as if it was a metal of honor. She
didn't even mind when Sheila had to pinch and pull the tip of her nipple
to make the hole move visible and accessible. And when that pin was slowly
pushed through her tiny hole, her eyes closed in softness. For yet another
strange tingle emanated from her nipple, and this one seemed to flow
through her entire breast and across her whole body like a mini wave of
erotic pleasure.

Heidi was barely aware when Sheila found the hidden latch to which she
fastened the equestrian symbol of mastery with semi permanence. She did
however feel the addition of the second decoration to her other nipple as
another mini wave rolled across her body. And if these two trinkets
diverted Heidi's awareness from the discomfort of her ponygirl outfit,
then when the third one was carefully added to her clit hood, she was
definitely put on another plane of existence, if only for a very short
time.

Judith and Sir Winfred took a step back to see how the now fully outfitted
ponygirl looked while Sheila, the ever vigilant assistant, immediately
finished off the pair with much the same reactions in Jasmine. Then Sheila
joined her two mentors as all three were now gazing upon the two
unbelievable visions of bizarre mind boggling beauty.

"Musk, Jasmine!" Sir Winfred spoke out with authority, causing Judith and
Sheila to jump in surprise, and Katie and Heidi to respond with attentive
looks in his direction.

"Go and move about some. Get acquainted with your new outfits. Work
yourself into them. See what you can, and cannot do while wearing them.
But above all, don't fall! You know what happens to horses who cannot walk
don't you?"

Judith and Sheila started giggling like school girls at Sir Winfred's
subtle arcane reference to the glue factory. But Katie and Heidi did not
see the humor in it, especially when they seen the sober expression on the
old Englishman's face. That was enough for them to proceed with utmost
care as they each took small calculated steps in opposite directions.

It wasn't until both girls were a few steps away that they finally turned
and faced one another. And what they saw caused them to freeze on the
spot.

It felt like they were looking at themselves in a mirror instead at one
another. The unique difference that set one off from the other was no
longer there. It was even hard to see who the other actually was any more.
They just stood there, shockingly still, staring at each other, long and
hard. The only identifying characteristic was in their faces, and even
that seemed somewhat remote based on how extravagant their eyes looked and
with their mouths slightly contorted with that bit forced inside of them.

Their long time friendship made it possible for them to know one another
as well as they knew themselves. The color and style of their hair, how
they made up their faces, the style and cut of their clothes and how they
wore them. Even in their characteristic facial expressions, their minute
gestures or simply in the different way they carried themselves. But all
that was gone, and with it, all that made them who they were. They were no
longer a "who" as in two viable unique human beings, one named Katie and
the other named Heidi. They were just a "what" now. A bizarre thing, a
strange creature with some remote resemblance to being human, but just as
much, if not more, to something that was definitely not human at all.

They were looking at one another, but seeing only themselves in some
totally off the wall perverted erotic fantasy. And the longer they looked,
the less they saw of the "once upon a time" Katie and her dear close
friend Heidi. For the longer they looked, the more they saw of what they
had become, two ponygirls. One called Jasmine and the other called Musk.

Their eyes were moving all over one another's form and practically in sync
with each other. So much did there consciousness seem to follow one
another, that when one took a step in one direction the other followed
suit.

They kept on telling themselves how impossible this was, that it was only
a costume, pure fantasy, with no ties to being real at all. But the more
they looked, the more they moved, the more they felt themselves
encapsulated in their new skins, the more reality and fantasy began to
blend together.

They looked at one another's feet and seen only a pair of animal hoofs.
They could feel their feet all right, their human feet, inside what
appeared to be very tall high heel shoes. At least to their sense of touch
they were. But once again, what they felt did not match up with what their
eyes were telling them.

They began to move "it" around, feeling the toe part of their shoe sliding
along the floor and then watching the arc made by the hard animal hoof.
They raised their foot, and up "it" went, their hoof, with it's fringe
hair flowing softly around it. They held it there for a moment and then,
almost in unison, they brought it down to the floor with a thud. The sound
was definitely different from that of a woman's shoe. Then they took a few
steps backwards and then forwards. Again, the sound was of noted concern.
It wasn't the distinct, high pitch, petite sound of an elegant lady
walking in her fashionable high heel shoes. This sound was bold, hard and
heavy that echoed a sense of strength and power. The more they walked in
them the more they liked the sound, and the feel too. The area that met
the floor was bigger, wider, and it had a good solid feel to it, not like
their high heels which only made them self conscious of keeping their
balance at all times. Their new foot wear made them feel more confident,
and without a heel, there was no worry of having it catching on something
or going through something that might cause them to fall.

The only draw back was the lack of movement in their ankles and the sharp
in-line of their foot. But even that was something they thought they could
get use to in time. For the way the pony hoof seemed to engulf their
entire lower leg, it made it feel almost numb. Not as in the complete loss
of circulation, but more like a baby being wrapped up tight in a swaddling
cloth or wrapping oneself up in a thick quilt on a cold rainy day. It made
their lower legs seem warm, secure and as one unit, with no cramped up
toes or week shaky ankles. And if they walked more in a lift and drop
manner, like in a casual prance, it wasn't at all hard for them to get
around either.

The more they explore their new outer wear, the more they found a new
sense of being that came with it. It really didn't feel like just a
costume any more, as in some cute off the shelf fun thing where one size
fits all. What they wore felt more like a uniform denoting profession
status. A formal, extravagant, custom made, very restricted, all
encompassing ensemble that had an almost military feel to it.

Their pony shoes made them walk with a distinct repeatable bold step as if
out on parade. Their corset, shoulder brace, and mummified arms forced
them into an "at attention" silhouette reminiscent of a soldier's
shoulders back, stomach in and chest out stand of control, power and
pride. Their pony skin, bridal, harness and flowing mane and tail, were
exactly like a ceremonious military uniform with it's strong identifying
design denoting "what" they were and "who" they belonged to. And then that
final crowning piece of glory, which they displayed on their prideful
chests with pomp and splendor. Metals, up and down, attesting to their
loyalty, obedience and passionate desire to give it their all to the
cause. They all combined together to make them feel like they were really
something special. And that they were also part of something special as
well. Which definitely gave them a boost to their psyches and human self-
esteem. Even though a faint voice very deep inside them kept echoing the
words "exploited", "dominated" and "exposed".

"They make a very beautiful pair Sir Winfred," Judith said as she then
leaned in to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, my word," exclaimed Sir Winfred as he was temporarily caught off
guard from the show of physical affection upon his person.

"And that goes double for me too Sir Winfred." Sheila too got into the
emotional display as she gave him both a kiss on his other cheek and a big
loving bear hug.

"Mercy me! I do seem to have the luck of the Irish in receiving such
wonderful thanks from such two beautiful ladies. But I must confess, if it
wasn't for the help of you, my dear lady Ms. Davenport, and you too my
most gifted assistant Sheila, then I fear that our present results would
be no where near this grand. So, I propose, that the three of us share in
the honors in creating such magnificent ponygirl creatures as are these
here two before us."

Sir Winfred put his arms around both Judith and Sheila, who were standing
on either side of him. And they too, put their arms around the massive
girth of the old Englishman in return. Or as much as they could,
considering.

A few minutes passed as all three bathed in the triumph of there once
insurmountable task that was hastily thrust upon them by their mutual
benefactor, Madame Rouso.

It was Judith who came back to the here and now first when the thought of
how much Madame Rouso was going to like them.

"All right everybody, this is no time for us to sit back on our laurels.
We still have a lot of work to do, which includes getting ready for the
party, and remember, time waits for no one."

And with that, Sheila went to get the two leashes and clipped them to each
of the ponygirls collared ring. She then brought them back over to where
Judith and Sir Winfred were discussing things and waited patiently for
them to finish.

It was a short conversation and one that made Sheila feel a little uneasy
about, at least about the part she heard. And when it was over with,
Judith once more took control of the situation.

"Sheila, hand me the ponygirls leads, and if you would, please escort Sir
Winfred out of the complex. I have been informed that a situation has
developed back in England and one that is in need of his personal
attention. And as such, he will not be coming to Madame Rouso's party
tonight, to all our most heartfelt sorrows."

At that point Sheila looked over to Sir Winfred with a look of complete
devastation. She tried to say something, but only her lips were moving,
more like quivering in fact.

Sir Winfred seen his former assistants look of despair and reached out to
comfort her in his arms. His stout, formal, English background had to take
a back seat this time around.

"Now, now my dear, no time for lamentation. You still have some very
important work to do and you need to stay focused and sharp to be at your
best for it. Besides, I have some very good news to give you as you walk
me out."

Sheila was listening half heartily between tear drops, but when she heard
him say "good news" she quickly regained her composure, and her curiosity.

"That's right Sheila," Judith said echoing Sir Winfred optimism, "so why
don't you help Sir Winfred on with his coat while I make arrangements in
transporting these two ponygirls over to Madame Rouso's estate. And when
you are done seeing off Sir Winfred, get yourself ready to. I had your
coachwoman's outfit all laid out for you in the same guest room you used
last night. And when you are done with that, come to my upstairs office
and wait for me. We will go to Madame Rouso's together."

Sheila then lead the way to the human coat rack and removed the old
Englishman's coat and held it out for him.

Sir Winfred gave Judith one last shake of the hand and a warm hug before
following Sheila's path.

Judith walked over to the far side of the table where a phone was located
on the wall. She didn't bother worrying about whether or not the two
ponygirls would follow her like well trained puppies, that, she took for
granted now. And right as rain, Heidi and Katie were clopping along with
their pony hoofs right after her.

Just as Judith was hanging up the phone after a detailed discussion with
the packing and shipping department, Sir Winfred and Sheila exited the
room. Now it was just Judith, Heidi and Katie alone together.

"Well ladies, or should I say ponygirl Jasmine and ponygirl Musk. This is
what they call the moment of truth. From here you will be taken with the
utmost care to Madame Rouso's estate. There you will be harnessed to her
sleigh and made to preform like you have been taught by the hand of your
trainer, Ms. Sheila. I expect only one, of two possible outcomes. Success
or failure. Success will give you back everything you once had, and more!
Failure, well, I think you have seen and heard enough to know what that
will bring for you. I wish you both good luck."

And with that, she tied the leads to a hook in the wall and then turned to
leave. When she got to the door, she stopped. She turned around and called
out, "Jasmine, Musk, face me, and present yourself in pony stance, now!"

Katie and Heidi quickly moved into position, shoulder to shoulder, with
their tails and manes flowing in the breeze as they turned completely
around. And as soon as they were both facing Judith, they took on the pose
that they were taught and waited patiently.

Judith returned their unemotional look of obedience with her own distant
look of authority and then spoke to them one last time.

"You two "will" do your best as ponygirls at the party, won't you Jasmine
and Musk?"

Katie and Heidi reacted without thinking as each shook their heads in that
flamboyant affirmative ponygirl style with their flowing manes adding
tremendously to the visual effect. But the absolute crowning touch came
when both of them produced a most robust horse's neigh in the process,
again, almost simultaneously.

Judith's face lit up with a most dazzling smile as she said only one word
in return, "Good!"

She then turned and exited the room closing the door behind her.

Judith began walking down the corridor with a sense that all was right
with the world once more. And when she accidently looked up, she caught
sight of Xmas ornament hanging from the ceiling.

It was a star of sparkling glory. And one she surmised was put there by
her most efficient and very arousing receptionist Trixie. She stopped for
a moment and watched it turn and twinkle for awhile. The meaning that was
inherent in it's shiny brilliance was not lost on her. She just kept
smiling and felt the warm goodness that the season brought with it
envelope her being. She was beginning to feel like a child again and how
everything was going to work out just wonderfully. It was a good feeling
and one she tried to hold onto as long as she could. But the adult in her
took over again as the though of "time waits for no one" echoed in her
mind.

Then she lowered her head and continued on her way. But that joyful child-
like smile was still there as she walked along.


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Part 11 coming soon.

The party begins!

Stay tune!