Erin becomes a Real Ponygirl.





Erin ran through the cool morning air. She felt good and she felt fast. Erin had just one more week until she completed the Ponygirl School, then she would start to work for the campground and get paid to pull a sulky or a little trailer. At 5’9 and 128 pounds with medium sized breasts, large nipples and a small waist Erin was very pretty, her dark brunette hair was in a French-braid, it swung across her back as she ran, it hung down her back like a tail. She liked the whole idea of running naked and pulling a sulky too. Erin had been in good condition when she started, because she ran and had good workouts five times a week. She had gotten into even better shape during the last few weeks; her waist was now down to 22 inches, she was very proud of her small waist and her abs. that showed for the first time ever. She had worked so hard so many times before but she could never get more than just a hint of muscle bulges. Her hips had gotten down to 34 inches, and thighs slim enough that her anus and pussy were visible from behind. If she had worn a bra, it would have been a 34A. Her nipple rings jiggled as Erin ran, and in the early morning cool freshness they were quite cold, and made Erin’s nipples so very hard. She loved working here for her childhood friend Wendy.

When Erin graduated from Western High, she had moved to Phoenix to work in an office for her uncle, Mark Lewiston, and after four and a half years lost her position when the business was sold to a foreign company. She had received a decent separation settlement, so she could afford to take some time off in Centerville, in southern Arizona. When she came back to Centerville, she saw Wendy walking along the sidewalk, near McGregor’s Ladies Emporium. Erin and Wendy had been friends through junior high school, when Wendy was sent to a private school in Delaware they lost touch.

Wendy’s real name was Candace Portia Cooper-Wendell; Erin started calling her Wendy, because she loved Wendy from Peter Pan”. She even had an Old English Sheepdog, named Nana of course. Wendy’s parents were real angry because they thought it was because it was short for Wendell. Erin had known Wendy since they were both children and didn’t even think of her last name. Martin Wendell had started a campground and dude ranch where campers could rent horses to get to the camps, or rent a cabin. It was about twenty-five miles from Centerville, far enough to seem isolated but close enough for convenience. The business did quite well for many years, and Wendy had most everything that the Wendells could think of to spoil her with, including an exclusive high school. After she came back from school, Wendy found the business was faltering. Wendy had met two girls in high school that were considered too kinky for proper company. Janine and Michelle were in a room together right next to Wendy; Michelle liked to have Janine dress her as a pony then run her around until she could hardly move. Michelle wore a bridle harness with a bit and reins and had her arms lashed behind her back. Janine let some others ride in Michelle’s sulky for a few dollars, but it was not for the money, she did it to humiliate Michelle.

When Wendy’s parents were killed in a small plane crash she had to find a way to make the ranch work again. The ponygirl idea came when Janine called to express her feelings when she heard about the accident. Michelle was the first ponygirl. That lasted for about one month, until Janine found out how well Wendy was treating her. Wendy treated Michelle like a business resource and took good care of her. When word about Wendy’s changes got around there were dozens of campers making reservations to stay. Wendy had to get ten more ponygirls real fast. Now she had twenty ponygirls pulling sulkies with campers or trailers with equipment to the campsites. The rules for ponygirls and for campers alike stipulated, no sexual contact between any of them. Wendy did not want to have any sort of legal problems, or prostitution charges.



When Erin agreed to become a ponygirl and attend the academy, Wendy had made sure the she understood ponygirls were naked all the time, and had to live in a stylized stable. Each ponygirl had to be cared for as though she were a real pony not capable of self-control or self-discipline. They met in Wendy’s office at the ranch at about 9:00PM on a Tuesday evening, Erin was a bit nervous, which made her jabber and run on. When she realized what she was doing, she stopped in mid sentence and laughed.

Is everything ok, Erin? Wendy asked.

Yes everything is fine, she said pleasantly. I’m just a little nervous, but I want to do this, but you know I’m a perfectionist and hate to do something wrong and just halfway. So even though this is for just two years, it’s a big step to me.”

Well take your time, you do not have to hurry. I don’t have anything to do until tomorrow at about 10:30, Wendy chided.

Erin’s contract stipulated that she had to have her tongue, navel, and nipples pierced, but Erin had already had those piercings done. She also had to have a couple of tattoos, her name on her left breast about two inches above her nipple and Wendy’s logo, sort of like a brand. The idea of a tattoo sounded much better than having a brand burnt onto her. Erin took a deep breath and signed the contract where Wendy indicated.

Here too, Erin, Wendy said as she turned back the top page. And I’ll sign here on this page. Wendy smiled and stepped back a step.

Ok you’re mine now, take off your clothes, Wendy had said then. Erin took a deep breath and unbuttoned her blouse. When she was naked, Wendy took her clothes and unceremoniously dropped then into her wastebasket.



A handler named Glenda was waiting for Wendy to call, just outside the office door and led her over to the tattoo/piercing shop near the stable. The ranch’s main tattoo artist, Bart was all ready and tattooed, Erin on her left breast. He also touched up the tattoo across Erin’s lower back. It was an abstract tribal design, but Bart re-did it and incorporated Wendy’s ranch logo, a circle with CP-CW in the center. He also made it bigger so that it went completely across the small of her back. She had it done several years ago, in Phoenix. and it was time for a bit of a touch up. Bart also replaced Erin’s little nipple rings with bigger ones. She had 18 gauge, half inch rings in already and Bart replaced them with 14 gauge, one-inch rings. She sat still while Bart handled her nipples; he carried on a conversation with Glenda and only spoke to Erin to tell her to move or to change positions. As they were leaving, Bart told Erin that two weeks would be long enough to heal enough to start the ponygirl academy. Elaine was Erin’s training groom, and in charge of Erin’s orientation and made sure the tattoos healed properly.

Elaine woke Erin up on her first morning, after Erin finished her breakfast, Elaine said to her, Erin, we have to take some measurements for your harness and tack. Lets go over to he training stable and get that done. It won’t be too awful. Elaine opened the door and led Erin outside. Erin felt really naked, last night it had been dark and quiet, but this morning there was grooms, handlers and trainers working all around, they were all wearing clothes. Erin could see a couple of ponygirls near the stable but they seemed quite far away. Erin felt naked and alone.

In the stable two handlers, Pecos and Glenda were waiting for Erin; they started with foot measurements and took a cast of each foot. Pecos measured Erin’s head; he measured around her brow at the largest part of her head, and lower around at her mouth. The last measurement was vertical over the top from under her chin. Glenda measured her legs, inseam and outside seam from the top of Erin’s leg to her ankle. Then Pecos did her arms.

Ok, now for the hard part, Glenda said gently. We have to measure your butt-hole size, and how deep your pussy goes. Just relax and it won’t take too long. Glenda had a long, cone shaped, dildo-looking tool, with rings all the way around it. She applied lube from a green tube to the end. Get up on the table and kneel facing that end, she said pointing toward the left end of the table. Erin stepped onto a step stool and then up onto the table she knelt facing where Glenda had indicated.

Glenda put her right hand between Erin’s legs and gently tapped the insides of her knees, I need you a little more opened, please. She said, good, when Erin moved her knees about ten inches apart. Not too much, or you’ll start to get tighter. Now lean forward and put your arms flat on the tabletop, then rest your head on your arms. Erin leaned forward and put her head down, as instructed. She had her head down and her rear up in the air, she felt totally exposed and completely helpless, she knew Pecos was standing there looking at her rear sticking up. When Glenda started to push the measure into her anus she forgot all about Pecos standing there.

Ooohhh, she moaned, Ooohh god, and, Mmmummm. This is not much fun at all, She said. Erin wriggled a bit, but stopped immediately.

Glenda laughed, I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you, but most girls don’t say anything, very nice. Pecos, I got a size six, maybe six and a half. She pushed in a little harder, as Erin moaned again, Let’s make her a seven, she pulled the measure out of Erin. Just one more to go. Erin turn over and slide down to the foot end of the table. Just put your feet into the gyno stirrups for me. Pecos had pulled up two foot stirrups and locked them into place. Erin slid to the end and put her feet into place, Pecos put a strap over each ankle to help Erin keep her feet in place. She lay on the table with her legs up and feet about two feet apart. Pecos had a smooth wooden rod about eight inches long and an inch in diameter; there was a handle about two inches long, with a stopper between the handle and the measuring portion. He had already applied a generous glob of lube from the same green tube Glenda had used. He put his left hand on Erin’s lower belly and pushed the rod into her vagina. The rod went into her smoothly to the stopper at the handle. Pecos stopped pushing and pulled it back out.

Glenda, it’s not long enough, I need the next size, he said as he turned toward the cupboard across the room. Erin struggled around a little bit. He was back momentarily, with a different measurer, it looked like a yardstick to Erin.

You’re not going to put all of that in me, are you? she cried. Her legs jerked involuntarily, but she relaxed quickly. Erin wanted to co-operate she really wanted the 208,000 that Wendy a promised for her two year contract.

Glenda stroked Erin’s forehead, No, not all of it, just enough to get the measurement we need. You’re doing fine, try to relax for a few more minutes. Turning to Pecos, she said, Go ahead, let’s get her done and out of here. The measure Pecos had gotten was about twenty-four inches long and two inches in diameter. Pecos applied plenty of lube and placed his hand on her belly again and gently started to push the measure into her. The larger measure filled Erin’s vaginal canal, it felt so very large to her, she writhed a little, but the stirrups held her in the proper position.

She’s ten and a half inches deep, Pecos said as he looked at the numbers on the measure.

Hold that for about two more minutes, and then push a little more, that first one went in so fast we need to make sure. I’m sure Erin does NOT want to do this all again because we didn’t do it right the first time. Right Erin? Glenda asked.

Mmmmumm, groaned Erin. Yesss make sure it’s right. The two minutes seemed like an hour to Erin, while she waited, she thought about buying a new Corvette, a red one, with a black leather seats. Pecos pushed a little more and the measure went in deeper.

Now we have eleven and three quarters, Pecos said, He said if we give her a little more time it’ll go twelve inches, let’s give it a try Glenda. Pecos walked up to Erin’s head, We haven’t seen twelve inches here in over two years. Lets give it a try, Uummm?”

Ok, ok I’ll try to relax for a little more. That thing is really big around, she said.

Is it too big, is it hurting? Glenda sounded concerned.

No, not too big, but there sure is plenty big enough, and no, it doesn’t hurt, but I sure can tell that it’s there, replied Erin.

Pecos went across the room and got Erin a glass of water; he put a few ice cubes in it from the small refrigerator, on the counter. He returned with it and held it for Erin to get a few sips, He didn’t really think she needed a drink, but it gave her something to do while she waited for his next push. He went back to the end of the table, Ok, let’s give it a go, this is the last time then we’re all done. He pushed gently the measure went in some more, Whew, thirteen and a half inches. Now that is a record. Glenda, please come here and confirm it. Glenda went to the end and looked down at the measure, she nodded. Pecos carefully pulled the measure out of Erin. As he took the measure to the sink with the other tools, Glenda unhooked the straps over the stirrups

Come on, sweetheart, you can get up now, Glenda said gently. It’s time to get you to your stall.”

Erin said, I don’t have a stall, I was in the guesthouse last night.”

Elaine is supposed to be getting you all set up in a stall in the training stable now. Let’s head over there and see if she’s done yet. Glenda led Erin to the training stable and inside. They found Elaine working in the third stall from the door. Glenda ushered Erin inside and turned her over to Elaine. Here you go, Elaine, all done. She needs a good shower, now. Erin is very sensitive; she got quite stimulated by the measures. And guess what! She took thirteen and a half inches of a two-inch measure. She could hardly walk over here. Erin nodded, she was wet and her knees felt weak.

Elaine said, lets get you down to the bath stall. This is just like in a horse stable. All you have to do is stand there, and I’ll take care of you. She led Erin to the end of the stable and opened a bath stall door for her. She turned on the water; it felt so good to Erin. Elaine shampooed Erin’s hair, washed her arms, and back.

Turn around, so I can get your front, Elaine said matter-of-factly, like she did it all the time. Actually she did, she had been a groom for a racehorse stable until Wendy had hired her away. She just had a better deal, more money and less hard work, but especially more money. After Elaine finished all of Erin’s body and appendages she said, Erin turn around, I need to get all of that lube off you. After Erin turned she soaped her hand and washed Erin’s butt and then pressed against anus very gently, she was tender because the measure had stretched her some. She stopped and pulled her hands back; Erin knew this meant it was time to turn around so Elaine could wash the front.

Erin turned partway and hesitated, Can I do the rest? she asked.

No dear, I’ll have to do all of you. It’s my job, she said pleasantly, besides I’m real good at it. You’ll enjoy it a bunch. Erin turned the rest of the way so Elaine had complete access to her pussy; she moved her legs apart a little.

I need a little more room, a little more separation, please. Erin opened a little more for her. Elaine poured a bit more soap on her hand and pushed it between Erin’s thighs. She gently stroked Erin’s lips and vulva; her stroking became firmer and more insistent until Erin gasped and moaned, she leaned against the back of the stall. Erin opened her legs a bit more so Elaine could have even better access to her. After about two minutes Erin gasped and climaxed, Elaine kept stroking until Erin had a second orgasm. After she got Erin’s juices rinsed off both Erin and her hand she opened the wash stall gate to get Erin out.

Let’s get you dried off. I want to show you your stall before lunch. Does that sound good to you? she asked.

Ooohh yeah, most anything sounds good to me right now, purred Erin.



That was Erin’s first day; she soon became accustomed to having to give any handler and Elaine complete, intimate access to her body whenever instructed. Not only did she not mind, she enjoyed the attention.

During the next three days Elaine shaved Erin’s pubic hair, three times. All of her hair had to be removed, after shaving Elaine put a depilatory cream on the shaved area. After three applications the hairless effect was permanent. Erin didn’t realize it for about two days after the final application. When she asked Elaine about it, Elaine just said, yes. The final treatment Erin had to endure was for sun protection. There was a large stainless steel tank set up outside the stable’s back entrance, it looked like a flea and tick dip tank, but smaller. After Erin’s tattoos healed enough, Elaine took her out to the tank.

Erin, please climb up the ladder and step into the tank. I need to get you dipped before we start any training.”

Erin looked at the tank, she wrinkled her nose at the smell of the brown liquid inside, Is flea dip? she asked seriously.

Elaine laughed, No, it’s sun block, industrial strength sun block. We only need to apply it about once a week. You’re going to need it when you start staying out all day long with nothin on.”

Erin’s strangest lesson was to learn to urinate outdoors standing up, with all the equipment on. Elaine took her out to the training corral where a blue and white-stripped pole set into the ground at the far end.

Elaine took her up the pole, This is the marker where you can go to pee, and they’re out on the trails. Miss Wendell has a hand go out every couple of days and pour come chemicals on them, unless it rains, of course. She had Erin stand with her feet about two feet apart and bend her knees, then arch her back. She would urinate without getting her hoof-boots all wet, the stream would go out behind her. Some of the customers wanted to see her urinating on the ground, and to those who didn’t it was a necessary part of handling ponygirls.



Erin ran back to the training corral, it was a fast trip. She had to be there for the first session at 7:30 AM. Her day had started at 5:30 when Elaine came in to wake her and get her hair braided before she was ready to run. She wore only running shoes; she had been naked since she started, at Ponygirl Adventure Ranch”. Erin wondered about her permanent groom who should be introduced before the end of her academy training.

Keep moving, you ran too long, here’s your breakfast. Just eat it while I get you ready, said Elaine her training groom.

Elaine handed Erin a thick breakfast drink and protein bar. She wiped Erin down with a damp towel, and made sure her French braid was all in order. Erin sat on the stool in the middle of the room and put her feet out, so that Elaine could put on the hoof-boots that looked like pony feet and left a horseshoe footprint. They were lace-on shoes that kept Erin’s feet pointed and the soles were so firm that there was no need of a heel underneath. With the boots on, she was over six feet tall. Elaine told her that they had been made from the measurements taken that first day when, Erin was measured by Pecos and Glenda. Erin finished eating and went over to the sink to brush her teeth; she just had to brush before the bit went in.

Elaine had Erin’s bridle harness ready, it consisted of leather straps that went around Erin’s head and framed her face. There were two leather straps that ended on the sides of her face for the bit to clip onto, and a vertical strap that went under her chin and over her head. It was also fitted to her from those first day measurements.

Elaine said, Erin, today I have a new type of bit for you. So open your mouth, I need to take out your tongue stud. Then this piece goes through the hole in your tongue and then out the through this hole on the bit. She indicated a bit that was new to Erin. It’s the one we’ll use from now on. She held up a sterling silver, L-shaped tongue stud, about three inches long, this long end comes out through your bit, and the other end goes through your tongue and has a round ball on the end under your tongue.

Erin held out her pink tongue for Elaine, after the bit and bridle harness was on, Elaine laced up Erin’s pony-hands so that she had hooves on both hands and feet. The pony-hands had a bar for Erin to grasp with her fingers, they laced up her forearms. The pony-hands kept her hands totally enclosed; her hands were inside the hoof portion so that she didn’t look like her arms were real long. Wendy had seen arms that looked like they could reach the ground, she thought they were grotesque. With the hoof-boots, pony-hands, and the tongue bit Erin was almost helpless, but she could run.

When you are done today, you’ll get to meet your permanent groom, he should be in this afternoon. Said Elaine.

Erin was surprised, HE, NO I want a female groom”. But it sounded more like LAH, LO Yih eaha loo. Elaine snapped a lead to the ring on right end of Erin’s bit.

Elaine led Erin out to the training ring and turned her over to one of the handlers there. It was Pecos, and Erin was a little uncomfortable around him since the first day measurements. He must have known that she had gotten so turned on and aroused. The trainer was already there and so there was no time to worry about the handler, the daily exercises began. Today’s trainer, Marlene, had a little surprise for Erin.

You know, she began, some customers prefer to use a butt-tail so we’ll be working with one for the next couple of days. She held out a horsetail with a large butt plug on the end. The color of the hair was dark brown, but didn’t match Erin’s hair. We will have one made for you with hair that matches your hair. Pecos, bring that lube over here, please, she said matter-of-factly. Pecos brought a green tube and applied a generous glob to the butt plug. Marlene said, I’ll put it in. Much to Erin’s relief. She had Erin turn to the side and said Erin, arch nice for me, and it’ll go in much easier for you. Erin stood very still for her, and tried to relax. The butt plug felt huge, Erin groaned a little, Marlene twisted the plug as she pushed it into Erin’s anus. She walked over to the sulky after she had pushed the butt-tail into place, I’ll be over here by the sulky. Please don’t be too long, we’ve got plenty to do today

Ok, just walk around a few turns round the corral til it gets settled, that size 7 holds you open about two and three quarters inches. It’ll take a few minutes to get settled, drawled Pecos. Then come back over here and I’ll hook up the sulky.”

After Erin had walked around the corral for a few minutes, she walked up to the sulky and stepped between the rails. She turned around and raised her arms so that Pecos could put the wide, heavy leather belt around her waist, and buckle it in place. The pulling-belt actually rode low so she pulled with her hips, she couldn’t have pulled with her stomach for very long. Then he hooked up the rails from the sulky, and snapped the reins on the rings on the end of her bit for Marlene to use to give the commands.

Marlene had her pull the sulky around the corral and then the whole barnyard for over a little over four hours. When the lunch whistle blew Erin was ready to stop for a while, but then she found out she had to eat with the new bit in place, like she would out on the trail. She also had to keep the butt-tail in, too. After lunch, it was sulky pulling until quitting time at 7:30 PM. Pecos was there to lead Erin to the stable.

Elaine met them at the door; I’ll take it from here, thanks Pecos. To Erin she said, Ok, here is your permanent groom, Erin. This is Patrick Fits-Simmons, he is a real groom, and he’s worked in Ireland and at the Kentucky Derby. I think you’ll get along fine. Elaine indicated a small man across the room. He came forward, but not too close, so Erin could look him over. He was about 5’5 and slender. Patrick looked to be about 45 years old and had a ruddy complexion. He didn’t seem too threatening to Erin, so she was less apprehensive. Elaine stayed back, but she watched closely. She wanted to let the new groom handle Erin, but she stayed to keep Erin from getting too skittish. It really was just like handling horses. Elaine had started as a horse groom, too.

“Please call me Paddy. I know, every Irishman is called Paddy, but that’s really my name. He said, with a slight accent. To be sure, I can take real good care of you. He stepped forward, carefully, and put out his hand like he wanted to shake hands, but he just touched Erin’s right pony-hand. We’ve been goin over things all day, he nodded toward Elaine, I got in this mornin about 9 O-the-clock. Let me get things done for ye, and then yer dinner. Ok? Erin nodded slowly, and then stepped forward, she really wanted the butt plug out.

Come-on here girl, I’ll help you with that first, he said, motioning toward the tail. Erin turned to the left so that Paddy could get it out. The other way, please. I’m left handed, he said. After she turned, he carefully pulled and twisted the tail until it slipped free. At six feet and five inches tall, Erin towered over him, he felt like he was next to a real horse. Next Paddy reached up and unhooked the bit, and slipped it out. Erin put her tongue out so he could take out the long stud. He lifted the tongue bar and carefully slid it out of her tongue. Are ye ready for your stud to go in? Erin kept her tongue out for him. After Paddy finished with the bridle, he unlaced her pony-hands. He looked toward the stool, and nodded toward it, too. Are ye ready to sit down for yer shoes? Erin nodded slowly, and then walked slowly to the stool and carefully sat down. Paddy unlaced the hoof-boots, and then slid them off.

After I get ye washed up, I git yer dinner. Ok? Paddy seemed a little apprehensive; he was concerned about washing her down. Elaine had said just to wash her as though she was a real, skittish racehorse. Paddy had been looking forward to getting started, the idea of taking care of a woman like this sounded like a great idea to him. But now that he was here to take care of Erin it seemed like a real tall order. She was so much taller than he had imagined, she towered above him like a real horse. He was worried, and very excited, as the next step would have him washing her, just like a racehorse. Marlene had waited for today to start the butt-tail training and the long hours pulling the sulky, so that Erin would be more pliable. It worked, Erin had really wanted the tail out, and she was very beat, and hungry.

By the time Paddy started at the ranch, Erin no longer thought about being naked at all. She was just naked. Lately she was getting turned on and excited, by being naked in front of other people, but she had been feeling a new freedom. She no longer had to worry about the things that had been such a controlling affect on her. Having Elaine wash her was a unique experience to get used to, but all ponygirls were cared for completely. Putting on her tack, or bathing, or having her meals prepared, and served it was all part of being treated like a pony, unable to handle those things for herself. She had gotten used to having all of the necessities handled by her groom. Now that Paddy, a man she had just met was going to be handling her was, kind of scary and thrilling and the same time. Erin looked around for Elaine, but Elaine was gone.

Paddy saw her look around, Elaine went to check on yer dinner. Come on, it’ll be okay, just like washin a real pony. They walked toward the wash racks. They were at the end of the stable, farthest from Erin’s stall. When they got there, Erin stepped meekly into the rack as Paddy held the door open. The rack was similar to a real horse stall. Erin had only enough room to stand still and have Paddy bathe her.

Do ye want the water real hot or jus warm? asked Paddy as he reached for the faucets.

Today I need hot, Erin said with a sigh. Paddy turned the water on and adjusted the temperature for her. Just right, she said.

Paddy took out Erin’s French-braid before she got into the wash stall, he shampooed her hair, after he rinsed out the shampoo and cream rinse, he started to wash Erin’s shoulders, then her arms. He washed her back and stopped so she could turn around. Erin turned around carefully, and took a breath.

Ok, go ahead, we’ll have to get this sometime, she held still so he could wash of her breasts. He was careful of her nipple rings, but he had to make sure all of the dust and road dirt was washed from her nipples, and the ring holes. He gently washed her breasts, and chest and belly, stopping before he touched her pussy. Paddy skipped all the way down to her feet, and worked up her legs to the tops.

I guess I’m ready if you are. Let me do the back first. Ok? Paddy made a little turning gesture with is right hand. Erin turned around and stood with her legs slightly apart. Paddy had put more soap on his hand and began at the top of her butt, and slowly worked down to her anus, he washed her carefully to make sure he washed all off of the lube. Erin arched her back as Paddy washed her between her legs. She knew that he had to get all the lube off. Erin turned around and Paddy carefully began to wash her pussy, he pushed the side of his left hand between her lips, so that his thumb pressed against her clitoris. The soap made his hand slippery, but she was slippery from more that just the soap. The butt-plug tail had really turned Erin on, and then having Paddy washing her was even more exciting to her. Erin moaned softly, Paddy kept up his ministrations to her pussy. After a few minutes Erin cried out and slumped back against the side of the stall. Paddy rinsed her off, carefully and shut off the shower.

I guess that’s it, we need to get back to get your dinner, he said, his accent was almost gone. Erin stepped out so he could dry her off, and dry her hair. Now that we’re done, let’s get you back for your food.”

Please keep your accent, you’ll be more like a groom to me, ok? she asked as they walked back to her stall.

Aye, I can do tha’, Paddy put on his accent very heavily, Ow’s at?”

Erin laughed, It’s all I could ask for, she said with mock seriousness. To herself she thought, this might work after all, none of the other girls have a man to take care of them. Erin asked, Did Elaine tell you about giving baths, and all that goes with it?”

Aye, that she did. She said that you specially needed extry care. That you get verra turned…I mean that you’re sorta exci…. Did I do it right?”

Erin turned and looked at Paddy, Yes, you did. Maybe a little firmer and for longer next time. Paddy nodded as they walked along to her stall. Paddy opened the door to Erin’s stall, Elaine was inside and had Erin’s dinner all ready, a vegetarian cutlet with green beans and corn, and lots of it. None of the ponygirls ate any meat; it helped to keep them slender. It’s impossible to hide fat when you’re naked, so they all needed to stay slender. After she finished eating, Paddy brushed her hair very carefully and made sure he got it all. When he was done he led Erin to the corner of the stall where she had her cot, and tucked her in. As Erin fell asleep she heard Paddy whisper, Good night, my big, beautiful ponygirl.”