Girls and Bridle Ch. 04

"Okay... Yes!"

Moonlight ran out, puzzled like never before.

Sophie placed the magazine on a small dusty shelf on the wall, walked to Morning Star, and crouched in front of her. She grabbed the twine rope attached to her bridle and pulled on it gently.

"If I give you back some freedom... Will you listen to me?"

Morning Star nodded shyly.

"I swear, if you don't, I'll take everything back and for a long time. We need to get very serious now. Don't forget we are doing this to save Penny's stable."

Morning Star shook her head.

"I knew Moonlight wouldn't listen to me last night. She felt so bad for you, that's why I let her come here. I thought spending a night in the barn with you would push her in the right direction. She has trouble feeling like a pony, and I need you to help her with that. She won a race last night, but it's far from being enough for the Triple Crown. You know what I mean?"

Morning Star nodded as Sophie began to take off her bridle.

"She has to change. She has to become as good as you and quickly. As for you, you need to get better soon. We will see your doctor again at the end of the week, and I want a green light for running. So, we have five days of serious physio to do, and I want those days to be PERFECT. You get me?"

"Yes! And I will help Moonlight too."

"Good! Now come over here. I'll clean you and make you eat."

"Can I read my magazine after?"

"Unbelievable... I don't know why you like those so much. Fine... Yes, you can while I'm taking care of Moonlight."

***

"Good morning, gorgeous!"

"Mmm! Is it morning already? Mmm!

It only took two seconds before Hemlock planted her lips on Nightshade's after she woke up. They didn't have to be fully awake before starting their torrid deep-kissing sessions. This time, Hemlock woke up earlier than necessary so that she could play with her companion as much as possible before Brittany showed up and spoiled their fun.

They had enough time to kiss and fondle each other for a good two hours last night, but it didn't feel like it was enough. Sleeping in the barn provided them with this extra intimacy that they needed to do whatever they wanted without being interrupted all the time by whiny people.

Being an official couple of ponygirls came with some perks. It was profitable for Paul to keep them together as it was an attractive product for promotional events and merchandise sales; a signed picture of the two ponies french kissing each other could fetch a large sum. It was the main reason why they were allowed to sleep together in one stall while remaining uncuffed. Preserving this loving relationship was lucrative in the long run.

Hemlock ran her hand one Nightshade's enlarged breasts.

"Mmm! I knew you were going to like them."

"I liked your boobs before, Night! Your new size doesn't change anything."

"I know... but... you still like my new size better."

"... No... That's not true..."

"Yes, it is... You know I'm right."

"They... They are nice... yes"

"Ah! Just say it, it would make me happy!"

"I... I love your bigger breasts... I was wrong, and you were right. It was a good move to go ahead with this."

"Nice! And I love yours better too! Thanks for doing this with me."

As per their contract, the two pink ponies had to look alike as much as possible. If Hemlock had said no, Nightshade wouldn't have been allowed to get this cosmetic surgery, but she had agreed to do it in the name of love.

Since that day, Hemlock couldn't keep her hands and mouth away from Nightshade's augmented puppies, covered in pink latex or not.

The combination of chest massage and deep kisses sent Nightshade to her happy place every time.

"Mmm! I wish I weren't wearing my latex suit right now, so you could nibble on them."

"... Turn around."

"... What?"

"Turn around, Nightshade."

"Hemlock! No! We can't do that!"

"We have plenty of time before Brittany shows up... It's going to be fine!"

Nightshade didn't feel that good about that move. If there was one thing they were not allowed to do, it was to remove their harness and latex suit without permission. And that was exactly what Hemlock intended to do, which was heresy!

"Don't you want me to nibble your breasts? That's what you were hoping for... No?"

"Well, yes... but... if Brittany catches us, we are dead ponies."

"She is not going to catch us, it's too early. I'll zip your suit back up before she shows up."

"But..."

"Alright, turn around and let me take care of everything. Stop worrying so much."

Hemlock has always been fearless. She was the one, more often than not, proposing and trying new things. Generally, it was all innocent, but this time around, the consequences of being discovered could be important... Brittany type of important. This was undoubtedly a perilous move, but Hemlock didn't seem to worry about it.

Since Nightshade wasn't really moving, Hemlock knee-walked around her to reach her buckles and zipper. There was no resistance from her partner, who was mostly paralyzed by fear.

Her pink painted nails grabbed one of the leather straps and pushed the excess out of the leather loops. And then, with a little tug, she released the prong and let the leather band slide out of the buckle. The harness lost all integrity and flopped down Nightshade's body, confirming the severe infraction.

"See, it's all good. Let's get you out of that suit now..."

"Are... Are you sure about that... I mean... Brittany..."

"Brittany is not here... I am."

Wanting to play with naked boobs too much, Hemlock pulled the zipper down, revealing Nightshade's soft skin. She pushed the tight latex off her shoulders and peeled the latex from the trembling arms one by one. There was now a beautiful topless ponygirl who had a crumpled pile of latex and leather dangling from her waist.

"AAANH!"

"See... All worth the risk!"

From behind, Hemlock slid her hands around her lover and reached the large firm breasts. Her little fingers quickly found the erected nipples and pinched them not so lightly, sending a wave of fire directly to Nightshade's brain.

As if it was not enough sensation, she pulled on them forcefully while twisting.

"Aaaah! It... It hurts!... Stop! Stop!"

"Mmm? Are you sure you want me to stop?"

"... N... No... Aaaaanh!"

Their profound knowledge of each other prevented them from lying. Of course, Nightshade didn't want Hemlock to stop; she loved this kind of playful torture way too much. She turned her head sideways and begged for a kiss that would surely help her cope with the pleasant pain that was tenderly inflicted on her.

"Mmmph!"

"I knew you couldn't resist me..."

"It's... It's so good..."

While holding her grip on the sensitive nipples, Hemlock dug her nails in the round firm breasts and squeezed them together. The difference in size from before was day and night. Her reluctance to this cosmetic enhancement seemed so foolish now that it was done. Big breasts were so much more fun for both of them.

Hemlock released Nightshade's nipple just to pinch them again from a different angle, causing her victim to throw her head backward.

"Aaaaaah! It hurts!"

"I know. Hehe. Does it not feel good?"

"Aaanh! Can... can you pull... harder? AAAAAH!"

Nightshade barely had time to ask for more before Hemlock put a lot more strength in her action. The two racing ponies were athletes with a lot of power at their disposal, but those fingers were particularly well-trained from pinching and fingering each other daily.

For a while longer, they kissed and had a lot of fun and pleasure. Hemlock pushed Nightshade in the hay when the pinching and pulling were no longer enough and started nibbling on her nipples. When this next teasing phase started, Nightshade almost came from breast stimulation. At that point, their common sense went out of the window, forgetting about the big risk they were taking at the moment.

"AAanh! Please, Hemlock ... You... you have to lick me now... I want to cum so badly!"

"Hehe. I'll be happy too. Lift your butt a bit."

"Aaah! Aaah! Hurry! I can't wait any longer!"

While Nightshade was doing her hip-up, Hemlock pulled the latex and leather bundle down to her knees, uncovering the most delicious part of the pony breakfast.

Without any hesitation, Hemlock plunged her face in Nightshade's crotch and started licking her clit. The receiving ponygirl placed her hands on her own chest to continue to stimulate herself. She wanted everything at once.

"Aaaanh AAaanh! It's so good... Why is it always so good when you do that?"

"Mmm/ Because you let me practice all the time, and I get better at it? What if I do this?"

"AAAAAH!"

Of course, having her clit sucked on hard wasn't unpleasant. Being the one who could come quickly, Nightshade was dangerously coming close to the edge. She didn't want Hemlock to stop, but at the same time, she wanted to experience this feeling for just a bit longer, just to prolong the ecstasy.

"I'm... I'm so close... just... just keep me there... yes... AAANH... Don't let me come just now."

"Mmm... That's hard... I'll be gentle then... Like this?"

"Mmmm! Yes, yes.... That's perfect! Aaaanh!"

Nightshade was in paradise... So close to orgasm; it was the most amazing feeling in the world. Pleasure and love flooded her brain, and she was so grateful to have such a fantastic partner who took the time to learn what she loved the most.

Everything was perfect, Nightshade was living a dream, but then...

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?"

"AAAAH AAAAH! I'M ... I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING SO HARD! HAAAAA!"

Brittany showed up out of nowhere, and when she saw the half-naked pony being licked in her haystack, her whole face turned red of rage. Her powerful yell, announcing death, shocked Nightshade so much that it triggered an incredible orgasm... the most inappropriate one ever..

"AAaah! AAAH! It... It doesn't AAaaanh! It doesn't stop!"

"STOP CUMMING RIGHT NOW, NIGHTSHADE! HEMLOCK! Leave her alone!"

"I... I'm not touching her... You are the one who made her cum, Brittany... Not me!"

"Wait!? What!? NO! I didn't make her cum... Tell her to stop!"

"I... I don't think it works that way..."

"Aaaanh! Aaanh! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Aaaaanh! I'm cumming so haaard!"

Brittany slapped her forehead and shook her head.

***

A few days later, in the Dr. Office, an anxious ponygirl and a small driver were waiting for the physician to come back with the result of the latest x-rays.

"Put that magazine down, would you? Why did you even bring it? You've read it about fifteen times since Moonlight gave it to you."

"I like it."

"I know you do, but the doctor will be here in a minute. Give it to me. I'll put it in my bag."

"I hope I can run again."

"Well, you have to... It's getting late in the game to prepare for the Triple Crown. If we don't get the okay today, it's going to be very difficult. Moonlight can do those amateur races in the meantime, but you need to get back on the track as soon as possible."

The metallic noise of the door handle interrupted their discussion. The doctor entered the room and placed his binder on his old desk.

"Morning Star, can you sit on the examination table, please?"

"..."

It was always hard to know what this physician was thinking. To him, this kind of work was his daily routine, and it was not that exciting. But to the ponygirl, it was a big deal. Morning Star walked to the small bed and sat on it.

The physician lifted her recovering leg and inspected it with care.

"How did it feel during this past week?"

"Weak, but good."

"What if I turn it like this? Any pain?"

"No."

"And now?"

"No."

"Can she run?"

Sophie was as impatient as Morning Star; they were a team and wanted to go back to work. But the doctor focused on his patient and ignored the premature question.

"Place your foot on my hip and push... Push harder.... Push, push, push... Okay, let go. How did it feel?"

"Good... I just feel stiff a little bit."

"Okay, you can go sit back on your chair."

Morning Star got off the table and went back to Sophie. The physician added some notes in his document and also slid a piece of paper toward Sophie.

"Morning Star needs more physio. Keep doing the exercises I listed on the note, and I will see you again in two weeks."

"..."

"..."

Sophie and Morning Star looked at each other, unsure about what to think. This was not at all what they had expected to hear today. At the same time, what he said was so vague that they felt they needed some clarification. Sophie decided to inquire, feeling that Morning Star was too busy fighting her growing disappointment.

"Does that mean—"

"If she can run?"

"... yeah? It's kind of a big deal, you know, for a runner."

The doctor let a long sigh out and placed his little round glasses on his desk.

"Okay, here is the deal. The x-ray is perfect. The bones healed very well. So it's not going to break again or anything like that. The ligaments are also in excellent shape, considering how bad her injury was. That said, Morning Star is not the first ponygirl I'm treating, and you are all the same. You always want to do too much too quickly."

"Yeah, Morning Star can be like that. But I can control her well enough, so she doesn't push too hard."

"Okay, well... A racing pony is not an average person. You'll put way more force on that ankle than anybody else could, which worries me. I would have cleared anybody else at this point, but I prefer to be on the safe side and wait a bit longer because of the sport you do. Otherwise, there is a risk of making it worse and nullifying all your great progress."

This assessment had the effect of a cold shower on Morning Star, and she lowered her head, eyes welling up. Then she murmured some familiar words...

"I... I just want to run..."

"Star, you heard him... It's just two more weeks. Your health is more important than anything else... You are not going to risk your career... right?"

"I'm not going to get hurt... I want to run."

The ponygirl lifted her head and looked straight into the doctor's eyes with the same determination she usually displayed before a race.

"Clear me!"

"Star, I know you want to run but—"

"Clear me! And I'll be careful. I promise."

"Star, he is just doing his job..."

"And I need to do mine. I need to run, and I know I can. Clear me!"

The doctor let another long sigh out. Feeling that his patient was no longer patient, he decided to propose something else. Being a physician was not exclusively about healing the body; it was also about healing the mind. The latter seemed to need some care.

He severely looked at the begging pony and pointed at her with two menacing fingers, which caused her to jerk back.

"No competitive races!"

"No!"

"No running with other ponies!"

"I won't!"

"No sudden change of direction or brusque stopping!"

"I promise!"

His fingers shifted to Sophie, startling her.

"You! You make sure she follows my instructions. If she comes back here in two weeks in worse shape than she is today, I guarantee you that I won't clear her for racing for a very long time."

"Eep!"

"You also make sure that you provide her with boots that have the strongest support possible."

"I will!"

"And you keep doing her physio every single day!"

"Yes!"

"Now, if you get out of my office and start running in the hallway like last time, I swear you can kiss goodbye to your clearance!"

"..."

The message was pretty easy to understand and didn't leave room for interpretation; Morning Star and Sophie had to be very careful. The fear strategy adopted by the cautious doctor was not without logic. Telling a racing ponygirl who was used to sacrificing her body to achieve the best results that she had to be careful was wishful thinking. However, a well-placed threat would at least act as some sort of invisible leash to control her ardor.

"You heard that, Star? You have to listen to me, or else it's all over."

"Yes... Can... can we go back to the stable now?"

"Yes, we can... I know you are dying to get those legs moving for real. Thanks, doctor. I swear I'm going to keep an eye on her!"

Sophie and Morning Star said their goodbyes and exited the room to meet with Moonlight, who was still sitting in the waiting room... a cookie in her hand.

"Moon! What did I say last time? I'm in charge of feeding you!"

"But... the lady said I could have it..."

"Unbelievable! Alright, let's go. Star got her clearance for running, so we are going back to the stable right now."

"Ah! That's good news! We will race each other!"

"Absolutely not! And don't put ideas in her head... Come on. Let's go home!"

The two ponygirls and their trainer walked out of the clinic with hopes and a desire to go back to training. It's been a long time since they got the feeling that they were going somewhere with their Triple Crown plan. There would be a lot of work ahead.

Meanwhile, the doctor's administrative assistant got back to her desk and looked around for something.

"I swear, I put my cookies on my desk. Where did they go?"

***

With a firm tug, Sophie finished lacing the pony boots on her elite ponygirl.

"How does it feel with the brace in?"

"It's too tight."

"Well, let's try it, then we will adjust. I prefer you to have too much support than not enough. Do you want your bridle on for your first run?"

"Yes, please. And my harness too."

"You want to go full pony? Aaah! I don't blame you. Let me go grab them real quick."

"I'll go!"

It was exciting. Morning Star was about to go for her first run since her nasty accident. Moonlight, also excited, offered to go fetch the gears for Sophie, but she was stopped in her tracks.

"Don't... You can't touch the harness and bridle of another ponygirl."

"... Why? I just wanted to help."

"I know, I'm not scolding you. You don't know much about ponies yet. There is a little bit of tradition going on, I'll admit it, but it also has a real impact. When I put the harness on you, it means you are going to work for me. You stop thinking, and you become a pony. If you are the one manipulating your own harness or the one of another pony, it is a declaration that you are a trainer. I know it sounds silly, but it is true. Never remove your harness or Morning Star's. If I catch you, you'll be in big trouble. It's probably the most disrespectful thing you can do to a trainer. We put a lot of effort into training our ponygirls, and such a gesture would be hurtful. It would mean that you don't care."

"I'm sorry... I didn't know."

"No worries, I don't expect you to know everything."

"Do you want me to run too? I haven't run today yet."

"No... I just want you to watch Morning Star. For you, it will be an observation class today."

"... okay."

A few minutes later, harness and bridle on, Sophie led Morning Star to the interior paddock annexed to the barn. This time around, the charismatic ponygirl didn't go all nuts. She was still on probation, and the big bruise on her thigh hadn't entirely faded yet; she didn't want a refresher.

"Moon, go sit over there and keep silent, okay?"

"Sure."

As the duo walked to the center of the large room, Moonlight couldn't help but find something magical about what she was seeing. It was the first time that she saw Morning Star wearing her full pony attire with the objective of running; the mood was different.

Morning star appeared so much more pony-like than before. It was not just because of the gear... She had fully become what she wore. Her level of obedience was mesmerizing; she was an animal conditioned to blindly obey her trainer. The trust emanating from this relationship was absolutely beautiful to gaze at.

It was hard to explain. When Sophie had led her in the past, Moonlight just knew that following was the right thing to do. It was a conscious decision to do so. In the case of Morning Star, there was none of that; no thinking, no questioning, no anticipation. It looked so relaxing, somehow. Was it possible that this state of mind was what Sophie had talked about during the various training sessions she had with Moonlight? Was this the secret that would turn her into a champion like Morning Star?