Human Interest

It had to have been two full minutes that Irish was locked in the throes of her orgasms. The crowd applauded, whistled and cheered both for Twilight's brilliant manipulation of this ponygirl's experience and Irish's total, unashamed surrender to the power of her own sexuality. The salesman took full advantage of the situation and several Masters and Mistresses stood in line to order the complete set-up.

Twilight saw Christine in the crowd and waved her up to the platform. Christine knew the 'cum drunk' expression on Irish's face and held her steady while Twilight unlocked her from the post and platform. Twilight grabbed a chair from the back of the booth and Christine gently steered Irish into Twilight's waiting lap. Both of them were fully aware of the importance of "aftercare" when a scene was over and it took almost 20-minutes for Irish to return from her first venture into subspace.

Several newbies had crowed around to discuss what they had just seen and what aftercare was all about. As soon as Irish was able to focus again, Christine handed her a bottle of water which she drank readily. She turned slightly on Twilight's lap, wrapped her arms around her, said, "I love you" and gave her a long hard kiss.

Christine helped her to her feet and said, "It's time for you to join us now." Irish looked totally confused as Christine buttoned her blouse. She opened it just far enough for Irish to see two beautiful, golden nipple rings. Irish's jaw dropped again as another secret had been revealed right before her eyes. "All of the female trainers here have to go through the complete ponygirl training. It is the only way the ranch can insure that the trainers will understand and have empathy towards the ones they are asked to train."

"Auntie Christine, since you are here could you please get Irish back to Mistress Ella after her piercing. She seems to have gotten lost in the crowd and I have to go set up the corral with Mistress Lilith and Master Tom." Twilight never made the mistake of referring to him as "Uncle Tom".

Irish raised her eyebrows and got that scared look again.

"Now, Irish, I know you want to please me and I promise it doesn't hurt that much. You will thank me for requesting that you do this. Now be brave and go with Auntie Christine and I'll have a treat for you later."

So far these 'treats for you later' had been really good so Irish forced the bravest smile she could muster and blew Twilight a kiss as she left. "Okay, Christine, let's get this over with. The longer we put this off, the more it is going eat at me."

Christine took Irish by the leash and led her to the side door of the west wing of the lodge. Above the door was a blue sign with a big white cross on it. "All of the piercings are done in the infirmary by Mistress Cyndi or Mistress Lilith. Hi, Sis," said Christine as they came through the door. Cyndi looked startled. "It's okay; we don't have to pretend to be strangers anymore. Twilight accidently let the cat out of the bag a couple of hours ago.

"Is Irish okay? Did she get hurt or is she sick?"

"Nope, she has come to get nipple rings."

"Oh, that's wonderful dear," said Cyndi opening her blouse to proudly show hers which were twice as thick and a half inch bigger in diameter than Christine's. "We're not quite identical twins." She said jokingly in Christine's direction. "Sit on the edge of the table here Irish and pop your tits out over the top of those semi-cups a little more, dear."

Irish hopped up on the table and Cyndi started swabbing her down with alcohol and then a betadyne solution. Finally, she wiped away all of the orange residue left by the betadyne with a strong, topical anesthetic. "It will take a minute for the numbness to set in. Now sit perfectly still while I measure and mark you. You are going to love having pierced nipples but we have to be careful not to hinder your ability to breast feed if you have children someday so these piercings have to be very precise. Cyndi flicked Irish's nipples with her index fingers and Irish didn't even blink. "Perfect. You're ready."

The piercing took less than a second on each side and Irish barely flinched. Cyndi wiped away the slight trickle of blood and threaded the tip of the ring into the hollow rear of the piercing needle. As she pulled the needle through the nipple the ring was dragged along until it emerged out the other side whereupon Cyndi separated the two and pulled the ring around so that the opening was at the six o'clock position. She quickly did the same with the other side and cleaned all of the blood off the stainless steel rings. She then put the needles in the autoclave to sterilize them for the next time. Turning back to Irish she asked, "Before I close them and show you how to take care of them for the next few days, would you like a couple of bells like Twilight?"

Irish had never even considered that but quickly answered, "Yes, please, Mistress Cyndi."

"There you are, dear, all done. They may throb a little later when the numbness goes away so here are a couple of sleeping pills to help you get some rest tonight if you need them. You will have to sleep on your side or your back tonight. Slide the rings a few degrees clockwise and counterclockwise every hour or so before bed and then again tomorrow to help the skin form around them. Take these packets of alcohol wipes as well to clean up any drops of blood that might ooze out."

Irish stood up and look down, jingled her bells and smiled. "Thank you, Mistress Cyndi."

"Your welcome, Irish, no charge."

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Christine lead Irish back to her stall so she could drop off the supplies that Cyndi had given her and use the bathroom. Christine suggested that she rinse off her mouthpiece while she was in there before she put it back in as the solution tasted really nasty. In the bathroom, Irish took advantage of the large mirror to check her bottom. It was barely pink unlike the beating she took from Mistress Lilith. It was then she saw the three red stripes from the whip. She gently ran her fingers over each one recalling the sharp stinging sensations that had pushed her into subspace and the image of Twilight licking her came flooding back causing her to clench her thighs together and moan softly. When she emerged, she put her mouthpiece in and Christine twisted the cam-locks to hold it in place and then reattached her chastity belt. Irish looked down at her breasts, jiggled a little side to side causing the bells to jingle and then gave a happy whinny at the sound they made. Christine's tug on her leash meant it was time to go reconnect with Mistress Ella and she clip-clopped along behind.

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The leather workshop had just finished and people were coming down the stairs as the two of them entered the equipment barn. Irish was staring at the rows and rows of chariots and sulkies completely oblivious to the people passing by who were pointing at her nipples and talking about her new rings. Mistress Ella was one of the last to come down and Irish felt a strange sense of completeness when she caught sight of her. Irish practically dragged Christine across the floor of the barn to hurry and show Ella her new rings. She jiggled excitedly and Mistress Ella smiled, "Oh, did you miss me, my pretty pony?"

Irish nodded and whinnied and stuck out her chest.

"Why look at the pretty nipple rings, you decided to become one of us did you?" Ella softly stroked Irish's cheek and then her hair. "Let me straighten your bridle at little and fix your ponytail." Irish just closed her eyes and enjoyed the attention and softness of Mistress Ella touch. When Ella finished, Irish gently rubbed her cheek on Ella's shoulder and Ella playfully flicked Irish's rings making her bells jingle and said, "It's time for the show ponies, let's go get a good seat."

Christine put the video camera in her bag as the three of them got to the grandstands as she knew she wouldn't be able to film during the show. The pony teams were beginning to line up with their sulkies and Irish could hear the clatter coming from the barn as more sulkies were being brought out. Some judges were fussing with their paperwork and testing the sound system while Mistress Lilith and Twilight were setting the last obstacles in place. Twilight waved to the crowd's applause as she passed by and joined the other judges in the booth.

The first order of business after the national anthem played over the grandstand loudspeakers was to explain the rules and get the contestants in the right order. The first class to circle the ring was the Novice class of both ponyboys and ponygirls. As they pulled their sulkies around the announcer would call out different gaits and the judges would jot notes about how each team performed. The drivers then dismounted and presented their ponies, one at a time to the reviewing stand and they were evaluated on posture, poses and proper etiquette. The final part of the competition was a blindfold run through a smaller obstacle course than the one that Irish and Ella had set the record on. All of the drivers mounted back up and waited for their run at the course. The whole thing took just under an hour and then there was a ten minute intermission while the judges tallied up their scores. There was an air of excitement as the teams waited nervously and then the announcer stepped to the microphone.

"This year's winner in the Novice Show Ponyboy category is Folsom's Pride driven by Master Henry." There was much cheering and applause. It was a popular win as these two had done everything they could to help the others in both divisions with their equipment, encouraging them and to getting them to relax and to enjoy the experience. If they had a congeniality award, this pair would have won that too.

"And now, I present to you this year's winner in the Novice Show Ponygirl division. Out of the fourteen entries, your judges have chosen......(for some reason they always make a bigger deal out of the ponygirls than the boys).......Windsong driven by Master Fredricks! The crowd showered their approval on them as Mr. Fredricks jumped out of the cart and ran to embrace his ponygirl wife. It was a shared moment in time that they would never forget as it finally appeared that God was in his Heaven and all was right with the world. Dan Fredricks took a half of a step back and looked his wife in the eyes and said, "I think we should try to adopt a little girl and maybe someday she'll grow up to be a Champion Show Pony just like her mom." Dan hugged Windsong again as she broke out in tears of joy at the thought of possibly becoming a mommy after all.

After all the other ribbons were given out and the novices had cleared the arena, the Open Class took its place in the ring. Class is the word. This was a whole different level of competition here. These ponies were all elegantly arrayed. Their carts were all decorated very stylishly without being gaudy and their drivers just reeked with an air of confidence and complete control. Irish looked on in amazement at the beauty and artistry displaced by every team on the field and then looked over admiringly at Twilight in the judges' stand wishing she could have been there to see her top this whole field last year. "Grand Champion, what an accomplishment," thought Irish.

There were thirty-two teams lined up two by two, sixteen rows deep and then a whistle blew and they all came to attention for two seconds and then music started playing over the loudspeakers. At the very first beat, each of the ponies stepped off, starting with the "Spanish Walk" in perfect unison. As they paraded around the ring at pre-determined intervals the style of music changed and so did their gaits. Sixteen different gaits in all were completed in eight circuits around the ring. Irish whinnied in excitement, she had never imagine such pageantry on display. Ella and Christine watched her delight and then winked at each other knowing she was completely hooked.

The presentation of the ponies to the judges moved smoothly along and then it was time for the obstacle course but something different was added. The side gate of the corral was opened and tied back. The announcer explained that each team would run the obstacle course and then exit the corral, complete one full lap, re-enter the corral and pass through the last obstacle gate to stop the clock, all while blindfolded. There would be a two-second penalty for any obstacles hit and the time would be 50% of their final score.

The crowd had their favorites and shouted encouragement as each contestant made his or her run at it. The competition took almost two hours and Irish could not imagine how the judges could possibly pick a winner as these ponies were all magnificent. She was on the edge of her seat as the teams lined up in front of the judges for the decision.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I think you will agree with me that we have seen a truly great spectacle this afternoon so how about another hand for our competitors." The stands exploded in wild applause and cheering once again and then he motioned for them to settle down. "The winner and this year's Grand Champion in the Show Ponyboy division, coming all the way from Milano, Italy is Apollo driven by Mistress Gina.

"Apollo, what an appropriate name," thought Irish, "He looks like a Roman god in a Fabio kind of way."

"Please take a circuit around the ring to the cheers you so richly have earned." Gina shook the reins and whistled and Apollo took off at a gallop and then slowed and stopped at the judges' stand where they received their ribbons.

A fanfare echoed throughout the canyon and everyone stood in anticipation. "Now the moment you have all been waiting for."

"Get on with it already," thought Irish Rose impatiently to herself, "The suspense is killing me."

"This year's Grand Champion Show Ponygirl is...drum roll, please.....Bronze Lily driven by Master Ramirez! Master Ramirez clicked his tongue and Lily stepped proudly out of the line. For a moment, everyone

was awestruck at the sight of this gorgeous creature in all of her leather finery and then the applause was thunderous as they pivoted to the left and paraded majestically around the ring. She truly was the class act of the whole show. A garland of roses was placed about her neck as she stopped at the reviewing stand and then the ribbons were presented to the rest of the top contestants as well.

"Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes the show pony competition for this year. Please take time to congratulate all of our winners and stick around for the final event of the afternoon, the chariot race, which will begin in about thirty minutes. Thank you."

"Okay, Irish, we have to go get our chariot and get you two hooked up," said Mistress Ella. Irish pawed the ground and looked quizzically at her. "Oh, are you wondering who is going to be the other pony, are you?" Irish nodded and whinnied. "Twilight Girl, of course. You two are a perfect pair."

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Twilight had just finished putting her voice converter back in her mouth as the other three rounded the corner of the equipment barn. Master Tom and brother Don had already pulled out the twelve chariots and lined them up for the teams to choose. Four of them had already been chosen and the drivers were hooking up their ponies. This was an open event for both ponygirls and ponyboys and it seemed that the ponyboys were always the quickest in making up their minds about which chariot they wanted. Irish pulled Mistress Ella over to where Twilight was waiting and happily jiggled her nipple rings at her. Twilight whinnied and smiled and the two of them rubbed cheeks for a moment.

"All right you two, that's enough 'Pony Express' for now," prodded Ella.

Irish looked at Ella with a totally confused look on her face while Twilight laughed a whinny.

"What, you've never heard of 'Pony Express' Irish? It's just like playing 'Post Office' but there's more horsing around," joked Ella. Irish just giggled, "N-n-n-g-g-h-h."

Christine made an executive decision and a couple of minutes later Twilight Girl and Irish Rose were hitched up side by side to the bright red and black chariot. Christine and Mistress Ella climbed onto the chariot's platform, Christine shook the reins and they started for the track. Irish grimaced back at Christine as if to say, "How much barbeque did you eat, Christine? This chariot is heavy."

Christine caught the glance, chuckled to herself and gave Irish a swat on the rump with her crop.

Once all of the chariots were lined up, the announcer introduced the teams and explained the rules. Masters Tom and Don went down the line handing out goggles, paintball guns and shields. Each of the drivers, after donning their goggles, stepped off their chariots and put goggles on their ponies, opaque ones. Even though it is against the rules to shoot at the ponies, there is always a chance that a stray round might hit one so they have to be protected. Besides, how difficult could it be to race around the track if you could see where you are going or where the other chariots are? Once again it was going to come down to trust between pony and driver.

Christine got back in the chariot and grabbed the reins. She had opted to drive because Ella was a much better sharpshooter. Twilight whinnied and Irish whinnied back as they waited for the signal to go.

Mistress Ella held her shield in her left hand and paintball gun in her right and looked over at Christine and said, "Do you think it will be the same as last year?"

"Of course," she replied, "Just remember, it's not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game."

"Horse manure!" responded Ella and they both laughed.

"Drivers to the ready!....." BANG went the starter's pistol and they were off.

Christine whistled and Twilight and Irish tried to pick up the pace a little but the track had just been scarified and dragged to smooth it out and the soft surface made it more difficult to pull the chariot. Down the front stretch, Christine had to carefully keep pulling the reins to the right as Irish had a slightly longer stride than Twilight even though they were the same height. The problem was that Twilight had on her show pony thigh-high boots while Irish had her calf-length racing boots on.

Two chariots had gotten tangled up before they even got to the first turn and were lagging way behind the rest. Coming out of the first turn all hell broke loose. Pop..PopPop...Pop. Paintballs were flying everywhere. Mistress Ella skillfully deflected one away from Christine's backside and Christine whistled again but she may as well have been whistling 'Dixie' as they were already at top speed in this soft dirt. Twilight and Irish strained against the tow bar and Irish wondered how much further do we have to go? She whinnied at a sting on her rump as if to say, "Christine, I am pulling as hard as I can!" but then she felt something ooze down her leg and realized it wasn't Christine's crop, it was a paintball.

It seemed a lifetime to Irish but it was only four minutes when they dragged the chariot across the finish line and were brought to a halt. Christine removed Twilight and Irish's goggles and they both squinted as their eyes tried to adjust to the light filtering through the camouflage netting. Once they could see again, they both whinnied in hysterical laughter. There stood Christine and Ella plastered all over with multi-colored paint.

"It's the same thing every year," volunteered Mistress Ella, "Ever since we won the inaugural event six years ago, they always gang up on us. I did manage to take several of them out though."

"You both did great and we did cross the line first," gushed Christine, "So I think we should celebrate tonight anyways. Champagne for all. Ella, it looks like we'll be doing laundry again later tonight."