The Stable Ch. 20

Trisha walked the hallway between stalls, looking at each of the remaining ponies. They had been temporarily moved to occupy a small space for a single trainer to care for. And even though she knew the technicalities of what each pony needed, the impromptu trainer still had a lot to learn.

She wasn't watching them every hour of every day, just instructing their training while the other trainers took care of Rose, Peony and Pete.

The injured trainer had a broken arm, concussion and other injuries having had both ponies and the cart land on top of him before sliding to their final destination. However he was conscious but bed ridden until he recovered further.

Peony had skewered her leg with a spoke of the silky wheel demanding the removal of all of her tack. Because of that, Peony was kept asleep to not give her the chance to remember what being a "human" and not a pony was like. Until the wound healed well enough for her to walk on her hooves, she would remain needing constant care.

Rose managed to get by with just a fractured, but not broken, tibia. It was serious enough that she couldn't walk on it yet and since she couldn't stand on it in boots, she was also kept sleeping until she could heal.

It meant that two ponies were being fed intravenously with catheters while they recovered, but also exercised to keep their form.

"Morning Daisy!' Trisha greeted the pony as she came to the stall door. The pony was sitting on her bed, common for her unless she was going somewhere, as unstable as she was on her hooves without the blindfold. "Heifers need food for tomorrow, that means you are up!"

Entering the stall Daisy looked expectantly at her, waiting eagerly for the cloth that would take her sight, but made her an amazing pony. With a caress on her cheek and over her mane, Trisha fitted the blindfold over the pony's eyes.

Daisy stood, her nipples hardening at the thought of working with or without tack. The confidence the pony now held was a complete one-eighty from only moments ago when she'd had her sight.

"Behave this morning and there will be tack this afternoon, little pony." Trisha promised and saw the pony shiver at the thought. "We might try something before we leave your stall. Go to your food trough."

Daisy turned and easily walked to the trough, although it was empty. Once there she stomped a hoof to tell her trainer she was finished complying, that she knew where she was.

"Water?" Trisha questioned. With the same confidence, she shifted on her hooves and came up to her water bottle. "Maybe it would be better if you stayed blind, if we kept your sight from you."

Daisy paused, considering the options, both as the pony who couldn't walk while seeing, and the confidence she felt when blind.

"But that's not my call after I leave you, but I can try it and tell your trainer results." Trisha hooked a lead to Daisy's bridle. "But for now, let's keep you confident."

Daisy moved as she knew how, waiting for the cart to be fastened to the harness to her shoulders and wrapped around her waist. This was to help distribute the weight and make it easier for her to pull, even weight that would be difficult.

"Very well pony, to the commissary to load up. Hup!" Trisha tapped the pony with a whip, not hitting, but directing her which way to go.

Daisy moved, the weight not bad today, she had pulled far more, it was lighter than carrying the other pony two days ago. Stepping out of the Stable area, she knew because of the sound her hooves made, there was a long straight stretch between the two destinations. At one time she might have remembered what it looked like, but it was more about the sounds of the birds, the strike of her horseshoe moving from some concrete mixture to a ceramic tile designed for outside. When the sound changed again, to a softer, more padded sound, she would be in the heifer barn.

"Whoa girl!" Trisha called out with a slight sting of the whip. Daisy brought the cart to a halt.

Sounds of footsteps approaching caused Daisy to shift on her hooves. Moments later the cart attached to her lightened as bags of feed was taken off.

"How is everyone over there? I heard Pete was pretty bad off."

"He's touch and go. The bump to his head was pretty hard. Fractured ribs, broken arm." Trisha explained. "Apparently don't let a cart and two ponies fall on top of you."

The pair chuckled. "We'll see you this afternoon for the delivery?"

"Of course. How is the former pony adjusting?" Trisha questioned back

"Touch and go, like Pete. Not hurt, of course, but she is trying to maintain some semblance of pony-ness." The male voice responded. "We know she can be trained, she was a pony after all, but I don't know how long it will take before she is assimilated."

The two spoke for a moment longer about things that Daisy tuned out. Feed ratios, additives to the feed, water intake sort of thing. The pony closed her eyes and listened to things outside of the voices, the sounds around the Farm that were different from her home in the Stable.

Finally the voices stopped a snap landed on her leg. "Hup!" Trisha called out as the whip landed again, drawing the pony out of her headspace. "Our morning delivery is complete, time to head back. Do that well and you have tack this afternoon."

Daisy wiggled in her harness, excited for the afternoon delivery before moving the cart forward. If she was even more lucky, Trisha would take her on the long path back to her home. She would do her very best to impress her temporary trainer.

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Lilly stretched her hooves inside her stall. It was later than usual for her trainer to come and exercise her, but she had been told that her schedule might change while the others in the Stable recovered.

"Greetings Lilly!" came a voice not her trainers approaching her stall. She huffed a response as the door opened and Trisha entered. "Today is just basic practice. I'm not trained in teaching you new things yet, or evaluating your compatibility for things. I can, however, give you tack after you show me you can do the steps, and behave yourself."

Lilly whinnied and shook her body in excitement. The steps she could do, even better with tack. She calmed herself and waited for the lead to move her out of the stall.

Trisha took the pony to the arena, a long lounge line hooked to the bridle and heavier whip in her hand.

"This is for correction. I want to see you perform the steps, legs high and graceful. There is more to being a pony than hooves. You have to move back and forth between steps gracefully, look good doing it and listen to your trainer at the same time. Do what I ask, only what I ask and I will not have reason to correct you. Understood, pony?"

Lilly nodded and stomped a hoof. She trembled with excitement at the thought of performing well.

"Forward pony, a nice walk to start off." Trisha snapped the whip close to Lilly but didn't actually strike her. The pony let out a annoyed huff that earned her a strike of the whip. "I didn't ask for attitude. I asked you to walk. That's how we communicate with the ponies. The first time I didn't hit you, it was just telling you to perform the command I gave. Your attitude earned you a stripe. Now, walk!"

Lilly was rebuked. The welt on her leg stung, reminding her it was there. What her mouth earned her. She lowered her head and started walking. As she had been shown, her legs came up, swishing her tail and showing off the curves of her ass and legs.

"Not bad, pony. Your form is decent in a walk, but that's not difficult. Let's try a trot. Just a little faster. I better still see those legs up." The whip snapped twice indicating a trot from the pony.

Lilly increased her pace, choosing speed over form. Ten steps into her trot there was a snap on her ass and she cried out in surprise.

"No, pony. I said legs up! Form, form, form." Trisha recited. "I would rather you be slower in a trot and look amazing than whatever it is you are doing. Those legs better make that tail shimmy. Again!"

Fighting back tears from the solid welt on her ass she eased back on her speed and focused on her form, lifting her legs higher to make the walk more desirable. She found that as she concentrated on looking good and became more comfortable with it, the speed increase naturally came.

"Better, but not perfect. Keep going until I think you are getting it." Trisha demanded and Lilly maintained her speed. This lasted for nearly an hour of keeping the legs up and moving at a slightly increased pace. "Very well, although I am sure you will forget it by tomorrow. Let's try a canter, and remember...form over speed."

Taking a deep breath Lilly increased her speed even more, trying to keep her legs up to the appropriate level. She was told soon after by two strikes on her flank that it was not good enough, but the trainer didn't give pointers. She was leaving it for the pony to figure it out. Ponies had to monitor their own gait and know when they were doing it correctly.

Lilly changed one thing, finding out it was incorrect by the lash that landed, so she tried something else. Six tries and stinging corrections later, she had gotten what the trainer wanted. It had only taken her an hour.

The pace was faster, especially after working through the corrections, and Lilly was tiring. With tiring came lowering of legs that resulted in more corrections.

It took twenty more minutes of corrections before Trisha realized that the pony would not be able to maintain the standards they demanded that she pulled the animal to a stop.

"Barely acceptable, but not tack worthy." Trisha explained as she lead Lilly toward the showers. "It's not even difficult steps, just walking at different speeds. Your legs need to get up high and look graceful. Apparently that word isn't in your vocabulary, but it will be by the time your trainer gets back."

Lilly protested by shaking her head and stomping her hooves in protest. Trisha saw the rebellion and laid into the pony, making her scream instead of protest. The lashing herded the pony into the shower stalls where she was fastened by four lines, two at her bridle, two at her waist.

Trisha set down the whip, the pony now secured and attended to the water. After the pony's attitude, the temporary trainer was in no mood to be nice. Cold water, but not completely ice cold, pelted the pony's form causing her to scream in surprise.

Moving the hose around the stall, Trisha managed to clean the squirming pony. While the animal could twist and turn in her restraints, she could not get away or out of the stream. The animal continued to scream as the water did not relent in its spray or temperature.

Finally the water subsided, leaving her to shiver in its absence. That was solved a moment later when a dryer above her kicked on, sending slightly lukewarm air blowing down on her. While it dried her off, it was forceful and uncomfortable.

"Get dry, pony. Next stop is your stall." Trisha warned and Lilly stopped trying to curl into a ball and let the air hit the places that weren't easily dried. "Perhaps you will try harder next time. You are not looking at tack tomorrow, but you can try for hot water or hand dried but the performance you gave me today was unacceptable. I know you are a new pony, but I am a trainer...not your trainer, and I will train you."

When Trisha saw that she was mostly dry, only longer bits of her hair still held water the forceful wind stopped and Trisha unhooked all but one lead, keeping that in her hand.

Back at her stall Trisha opened the door, but didn't let Lilly enter. "Listen up, pony. Your trainer may do things differently, but they are occupied for a few days tending our wounded. That does not mean you can not try to perform at your best, it does not mean you can slack off. I will hold you to my pony standards, and you will achieve them, or this will be a miserable four days for you. Nod if you understand."

Lilly swallowed the lump in her throat, thinking this scenario to play out until Timmy returned. However, knowing silence was unacceptable and her flank already throbbing in pain, she nodded her head to the trainer before being let into her stall.

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Tulip looked with trepidation as an unknown trainer came to her stall door. She hadn't interacted with any other trainer and was nervous to meet someone new.

"Morning pony. I'm Trisha. I'm going to work with you over the next few days. I know you are very new...but I also know you tried to attack your trainer last time. Trust me when I say if I see anything like that, you will be in the infirmary with all the split skin I can reach." the new trainer came to explain through her stall door. Tulip back away from the door, the trainer putting fear into the new pony. "However, behave and you will find it most enjoyable. Let's see what kind of day we are going to have, yes?"

Trisha opened the stall door, lead in one hand, whip in the other. Tulip shifted uncomfortably away from the approaching trainer. For all the pony's avoidance, she was finally hooked to a lead and started to exit her stall, trembling.

"If you behave and perform to the best you know how, there is nothing to fear, little pony." Trisha assured her. "If you hadn't already tried to attack your trainer, I wouldn't have to be so forward. I just want you to understand where I stand." Tulip nodded slowly as she was led to the middle of the arena. "Now, show me your walk."

Tulip moved forward, her hooves barely leaving the ground. Because of the line, she was restricted to walk in a circle around the trainer. She kept one wary eye on the woman with the whip and the other on her path to make sure she didn't trip.

"Not too bad, pony, for as new as you are. I'm going to ask you to try and lift your legs higher than you have been. Otherwise you are going to wear out those hooves. Try again." Trisha coaxed.

Seeing that the trainer wasn't as free with the whip as Tulip feared, she started to pay more attention to her lesson. Nodding her head she started forward again, this time more attention on her hooves and less on the trainer. As she walked, she made sure to pick up her hooves.

"Excellent pony. I see you are listening. Do you know a trot? Just a little faster?" Trisha questioned and Tulip shook her head but didn't stop moving. "Perhaps tomorrow. Today, however, I need to get you to have proper form when walking. Knees higher when you walk, remember you are showing off...look pretty."

Tulip nodded and tried again. She walked slower than before, making sure to bring her legs up higher as she moved. Her gait varied as she experimented with different heights, and Trisha watched, seeing the pony try to figure things out.

"Not bad, pony." Trisha gave small praise to the learning pony. "I like your legs higher, it looks better. There." Trisha mentioned when Tulip raised her legs to a certain level. Hearing the praise, Tulip repeated the action. "Just like that. Now, try and pick up the speed."

Hearing a request that struck her as a command, Tulip focused on keeping her form while moving ever so faster to please the trainer. She was surprised when the whip didn't strike. The more she concentrated, the faster she was able to go until it was up to what her trainer said was regular speed.

Continuing to move, there was a snap on her leg and she cried out. "Do not let those legs sag, pony. You were doing it right, I'm not letting you go back to being incorrect. Keep doing it correctly and you will not feel the whip. Slack off and you will go back to your stall sobbing in pain." Trisha told the pony.

Nodding, Tulip continued to walk as directed, legs coming up to make her ass swish, even without a tail. This continued for well over an hour, perfecting the step to where Tulip no longer thought of doing it any other way.

"Whoa there, pony. That's good for now. I'll come and get you for another session later, but let's get you into the shower."

Tulip nodded and panted, regaining her breath. Walking for over an hour straight had it coming in gasps. Trisha led the pony, reins behind her, into the shower and fastened her down with the four point restraints.

"I can make it be six to hold you still. If I do that, you will not enjoy this shower. I promise you. Right now, i am pleased with where your trainer said you were and the performance you gave me this morning. Do it this afternoon, show me you haven't forgotten and I will make it pleasurable for you. For now, the shower." Trisha advised the animal waiting for the water to hit her.

Warm water washed over her, her sore muscles forcing a moan from her mouth. Playing over her nipples, the moans turned to pants. Her nipples had always been super sensitive, feeding pleasure straight to her cunt.

"Oooo, sensitive are you?" Trisha noticed and pulled the stream from her chest and moved to her back and ass. As the water washed over the few strikes she had received, they tingled making her moan louder. "I haven't even gotten to your cunt, pony. Very interesting. Let's explore that."

As the stream of persistent but not entirely forceful water washed over her side and onto her front, the trainer pointed it straight at Tulip's cunt. The pony gasped three times and shuddered within the restraints. Keeping the stimulation there, she watched as the pony cycled through two more releases before returning the spray to her nipples and started the cycle all over again.

When the water was finally removed, and the pony untied, she still shivered from the sensation of her last release which made her convulse in the restraints.

"I will be sure to note this in your file, pony. Very little stimulation needed for you. Informative for us, good for you." Trisha explained as she led a exhausted pony back to her stall. "This evening, we will go for another walk. Do not forget the steps that got you here. You could very well relive this tonight if you do not."

Tulip nodded tiredly, stretching out on her mattress.