For slut, the next week was a continuous and relentless blur of training. Up each day at 6:00AM, in her tack and training by 7:00, a break at 10:00, back into the regimen at 1:00, break at 4:00, and then a last session at 6:30 that would end around 9:00. The 5 inch heels no longer threw her off balance, and she had mastered the high legged step. Placing one foot in front of the other, exactly 4 inches in front took a few days, but she now was able to do it in blinders. Jumping was her biggest challenge, only able to consistently clear 16 inches in a bound. Elaine knew this would not be enough to even qualify her in a race, so she spent more time with the exacting paces of dressage instead. Backing up, positioning of the head, back straight and stiff, , shoulders pulled back, breasts thrust forward, deliberate accents to the step, all of these traits were becoming second nature.

Tom had called Tuesday night and reported that he was able to procure everything on Elaine's list from the human tack shop in the west village. He said he hoped to be joining them all Thursday night by 8:00. Being out in the sun for so long every day was giving slut a deep tan. Elaine had stopped whipping her ass, and the welts were slowly fading, although some of the meaner ones were still a strong shade of purple. Ilsa and Elaine were pleased with the rapid progress slut was making in her pony training.

Thursday was a nasty day, gusting winds and a driving rain, but Elaine still had slut outside going through the drills. In fact, it seemed that she pushed the slave even harder in the miserable weather. They held dinner that night until Tom arrived, packages in hand. After the meal, they gathered in the den to see all the new toys.

"slut, come here," Elaine ordered.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Ilsa, Tom brought a few different items for us to try, he can always return them if they don't suit Your taste." Elaine then set about dressing the pony girl up in her complete costume. She began with a pair of Victorian era shoes, black leather, 6 inch heels, harshly pointed toes, with buttons for fasteners. They were mid-calf in length. Slut could feel the added strain of the extra inch of heel. Next came a new set of reins, bridle and bit, all in luxuriant leather, with sterling silver hardware. A tall black plume was then fitted to the top of the harness on her head. a new single glove was slipped over the waiting arms, in a mauve suede with silver conchos. Elaine then fastened sterling silver bells to the pierced nipples and clitoris.

"So, Ilsa, what do You think?"

"Remarkable, Elaine. Stunning!. I'm getting excited about the little show. She looks every bit the part."

"I'm not going to ride her too hard tomorrow morning, Ilsa. Just a light work-out, then after lunch, we can leave for the farm."

The next day, slut loaded the suitcases into the back of Mistress' Jaguar, and stood back, as Tom, Elaine, and Ilsa got in. slut was wearing her red satin lined black leather cape, and nothing else, as she drove the car out of the drive and onto the road.

The trip was a solid 4 hours, as the farm was nestled in north central New Hampshire. When they arrived, there was a short back-up of cars waiting to get instructions on wear to park, what their accommodations were, and a schedule of events. slut made two trips with the bags. First taking Tom and Elaine to their room, and then Ilsa to hers. slut would be kept in the barn with the other animals. The events Elaine had entered slut in didn't begin until 2:00 in the afternoon on Saturday, so they had time to wander the grounds and see the other entries.

slut was amazed at the varieties of animals she saw. One woman, who must have weighed nearly 300 pounds, breasts drooping to her waist, as pulling a heavy ox cart, loaded with cinder blocks and bricks. She hardly seemed to struggle against the burden as she pulled it and her owner down a path. Pony boys were prancing about, tight rings binding their balls and cocks, erections proudly standing out straight. Teams of ponies pulling wagons or carts, sliding logs, dragging sleds, were to be seen in every direction.

At 1:00 Saturday, Elaine dressed slut up as she had been Thursday night. And with the silver bells ringing, she led the pony out of the paddock and into the bright sunlight. When they got to the ring, slut looked out to see well over one hundred spectators viewing the scene. Three more pony girls dressed like slut joined them in the ring. An announcer introduced the ponies, their handlers, and owners. Then, playing follow the leader, they all pranced around the circle, strutting. After a few laps, they all peeled off, except one pony and her handler, who remained in the ring.

"Watch how she holds herself, nicole. Her steps aren't as good as yours, but her grace and poise are legendary. She's 56 years old, and has been doing this for over thirty years! She has lost a lot of her step and moves, but the way she carries herself make up for a lot of it."

slut watched as the aged pony went through her drill. Slow, carefully placed steps. Back ramrod straight. Head held way up high. Shoulders pulled sharply back, breasts thrust forward, as she balanced gracefully on the sharp spike heels of her hip-high boots. The routine lasted about 20 minutes, and a standing ovation was offered in respect for her showing.

The next pony up was a black brood mare, her ripe belly taut and lined with stretch marks. Milk filled breasts engorged and nipples dark and distended, a small trace of milk on each one. A flash of the riding crop brought her into form, as she awkwardly pranced through her routine, breasts slapping against the belly as the pace quickened. Sweating and out of breath when she was through, her handler patted her down as they received their applause.

The third entry was a middle- aged woman, maybe 40, who had recently undergone double radical mastectomies. The scar tissue was still a raw reddish pink, shiny in the afternoon sun. Like slut, she also was shorn, but slut knew, from the lack of any trace of hair, that this was do to chemotherapy, not a razor. Her handler set a slow pace, not wishing to tire the sickly mare. They kept their routine to under 5 minutes, and it was evident to all present that that was all the pony had in her.

"We're next, nicole. Just try to relax and remember to keep the head up, shoulders back, and tits forward. Ready?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Elaine gave slut a quick bite of the buggy whip on her flank and they began the routine. slut kept her mind focused on her shoulders, head, and tits, while maintaining the exaggeration of the steps, carefully placing each footstep exactly 4 inches in front of the last. Light flicks of the whip changed her pace, and quick tugs at the reins would change her direction. First straight, then right, left, backwards, left again, in tight circles she paced, the bells in her nipples and clit brightly ringing throughout it all. And then, it was over. Slut was still concentrating on her posture, so she missed a good deal of the applause. They other three ponies joined them once again in the ring for one last parade around the ring, then the four animals were tethered to a post as the judges made their calculations.

"In the dressage event," the announcer proclaimed, "we have a new winner this year. slut, a new foal out of Connecticut, owned by Mistress Ilsa and shown by Elaine O'Shea has taken the blue ribbon. Second place goes to Princess Darby, and third place to Malcontent."

Elaine hugged slut as she heard the good news. Tom and Ilsa left the stands and came out to congratulate them. slut new her new role was going to take a lot more work and training.