Pony Tales - Clover - Day 06.25

No words were exchanged between the pair as they watched the sun's slow descent towards the earth, casting its sideways rays across the farm and making the fields almost glow. Clover smiled softly and leaned back in her chair contently. How could you not love a view like that? She glanced over her shoulder and looked towards the door of her room. How could Aria have given up such a view? She wondered this for a moment before a sudden nicker brought her attention back around.

The redheaded pony was standing beside her. A free hand digging around beneath one of her leather harnesses and producing a small slip of paper which she unfolded revealing two white tablets.

Clover tilted her head a little bit.

The redhead leaned down, tapping gently on Clover's foot, then pointing to the tablet and her mouth. She then tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes. She smiled around her bit at Clover.

It was medicine, for her feet. Painkillers most likely. She smiled at the kind gesture and held out a hand. The tabs were slid into her palm before the redheaded pony leaned in, giving her cheek a cute nuzzle before she trotted to the edge of the balcony and started the climb down.

Clover couldn't help but giggle slightly. What a curious pony that one was. Mysterious almost. She looked at the tablets in her hand. Normally she wouldn't take mystery drugs from a stranger, but the idea of some sort of painkiller to help her sleep was appealing. She climbed to her feet, wincing her way to the bathroom and filling the glass in there with water, downing both the pills in one go. It was dark outside now and perhaps it was some time to get sleep. Tomorrow was her true first day as part of the farm and she got the impression it was going to be a lot more intense than today.

Clover walked towards the bed, tugging back the blankets and falling into the soft, pillowy comforts it provided. She practically moaned in thanks as she tugged one of the pillows under her head. She was asleep before the next minute had even passed. Off into a world of confusing and enjoyable dreams.

Morning came all too quickly though. It felt like the second she'd fallen asleep, she was being woken back up. There was a sharp knocking on her door, followed by the doors being pushed open and none other than Hayley, dressed in a similar training outfit to yesterday, stepping inside. Hayley grinned a little bit, "Hope you slept well pony. Mistress Aria has requested your presence before we get you all fitted for the day. So get up, throw on some loose clothing and meet me in the main hall."

Hayley turned and left without a word leaving Clover, still half asleep lying there in confusion.

The sun wasn't even up yet.

Clover rolled over, looking at the clock on the wall showing it was currently 5 AM. She stared at it for a good minute and groaned, wanting to just roll over and go back to sleep. She knew if she did though it would probably spell trouble and so she obediently sat up and walked to her bag in the bathroom, digging out a loose pair of grey track pants, a loose-fitting white t-shirt. She eyed her socks laying atop the bag and chose to skip them.

She clipped the pony necklace around her neck and after a quick brush of her hair and a brush of her teeth she headed out of her room. She hurried down the hall to the big hall at the front of the mansion. Her feet were still incredibly sore, but they were a lot more manageable than yesterday. At the bottom of the stairs, talking amongst one another were Aria and Hayley. Neither of them bothered to look up as Clover walked down the stairs to stand beside them.

"...And the rest of the day?"

Aria nodded at Hayley's question before the two of them turned their gaze upon Clover, "Well now. Here we are, on the dawn of your first-day Pony. In a sense, today marks the beginning of your true stay with us." She smiled as she noticed Clover's lack of socks. She nodded her approval.

"Normally, I'd give a prospect the option to walk away. Right here and now. A final decision. But seeing how you handled yourself yesterday, I'm not sure I want to provide that choice. Tell me pony. Would you like to serve out the rest of your trial here?" Aria asked with a small tilt of her head.

Clover stomped almost immediately. Wincing at the sharp pain.

"She's all yours Hayley. Take her to Sophie to get outfitted properly. I'll inform the blacksmith and the vet of her appointments today." Aria turned and flicked Clover's nose, "Be on your best behavior. I will hear about it if you're not."

Clover wrinkled her nose a little bit. Behind her, Hayley whistled and motioned for her to follow. A gentle nudge from Aria sent her off, wincing with each step but doing her best to keep up with Hayley as they walked out onto the thankfully cool cement walkway. She was grateful for the lack of sun, even if she'd prefer to be in bed right then.

Hayley said nothing as they walked, barely paying attention to Clover as she headed for the main double doors of the barn. Painted in a nice shade of green and emblazoned with the farm's silvery 'TT' symbol. With a slight yawn, Hayley nudged the doors open and stepped inside, waiting for Clover to do the same before she pushed the heavy door back shut, locking it in place again.

The barn was HUGE with an open-air concept in the main part and more than a few rows of stalls lining the walls. Stalls were currently filled with a vast assortment of ponies, all sucking happily at their bottles of breakfast that had been provided. Clover's stomach groaned a little suddenly. She blushed.

Hayley giggled, "You'll get breakfast afterward Pony. Just be patient. First, we've got to get you tacked up properly. No more human clothes for you." She didn't lead Clover through the main part of the barn. Instead, she led her through a side door which opened up into a large room with a curious-looking steel rack in the middle and walls covered in hooks, racks, and cupboards all overflowing with an assort of leather, lace, metal, and a whole wall of hoof-boots.

"Welcome to the tack room, Clover." Hayley said with a smile, giving her a gentle shove towards a woman sitting at a desk at the far end of the room, who was currently filing her nails lazily with her feet kicked up on the desk, her chair balanced precariously back on two of its four legs.

The woman had raven black hair, falling down her back in lazy curls. She blew the dust from her nails and looked up with piercing lavender eyes. She lifted her feet off the table, tall riding boots encompassing them to her knees and from there a pair of latex breeches. She eyed the pair for a moment, her eyes already sizing up Clover a little bit.

"Aha, the post pony has been brought to see me finally I see." She spoke with a hint of a french accent.

Hayley gave Clover a shove forwards, making her stumble a little bit. Clover raised a hand and waved awkwardly, "Yup. She's all yours Sophie. I think Mistress Aria sent along her paperwork."

Sophie picked up a small stack of papers on the desk and waved them in the air, "Oui. She did yesterday. I'll admit, I'm a tad disappointed I didn't get to have her yesterday. She's a good-looking pony."

Clover stood there, feeling like a piece of meat between two hungry tigers.

Hayley chuckled, "Mistress Aria did toy with the idea of sending her yesterday. But decided it was not ideal. A smart choice I think."

Sophie nodded but didn't answer.

"You've got it handled then?"

Sophie nodded again and climbed to her feet, dusting off her black form-shitting shirt and fixing the white collar around the neck, "I think I can handle one pony. Thank you, Hayley."

Hayley offered a polite curtsy and turned, walking out the way they had come in and closing the door behind her leaving Clover and Sophie looking at one another.

"Welcome to the tack room, Clover. It is here, we will outfit you for your new life as a ponygirl. It's a bit of a fairly involved process. But I'm sure since you're going to be a very well-behaved pony. It will go smoothly. Right?" She asked as she raised a well-plucked brow.

Clover stomped once. Wincing.

Sophie noted the wince but didn't acknowledge it. Instead, she smiled, "Good girl. Now come, we need to get you stripped and prepped." She said simply, leading Clover towards a door labeled ominously with 'decontamination'.

It was time for Clover, to officially start her trial as a pony.