Cherry Bomb
 
Incomplete, work in progress. Stalled =(, may as well let people see what I've got so far. Ponygirls, petification. Based on a few images by the artist Danaume. See their work at pixiv and hetaifoundry.
 
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1 - Birthday Present
 
 "I want to win the Filly League Race!" Karen exclaimed, hopping up and down excitedly.
 
 The Oberland family were out for their usual Saturday walk, and Karen's father had just asked his youngest daughter what she would like for her upcoming birthday.
 
 "You mean that racing thing they do every few months?" Mr. Oberland asked.
 
 "Racing thing?! Daddy, pony racing is a big deal!" Karen said, sounding almost offended at her father's apparent ignorance. "How can you not know about it? It's practically all anyone at school talked about before summer started."
 
 The school Karen and her sister attended had indeed just let out only the previous week for the long summer break. Both girls seemed to have acclimatized to their new school quickly after the family's recent move, much to their parents' relief, and they had already made many new friends and acquaintances. They had also apparently been learning from those friends about what passed for entertainment and culture in the small, rural town the family had moved to.
 
 Not that Mr. Oberland looked down upon the people who were his new neighbors. It was quite the opposite, actually. He and his wife had moved their little family to the country to escape the city, and all the strange things that went along with living there. He wanted his daughters, unlike himself or his wife, to grow up were they could see trees, fields, meadows, and friendly neighbors, not be surrounded by traffic lights, concrete, gridlock, and crime. Granted, both he and his wife had taken large pay cuts by taking new jobs in the small town, compared to their old ones in the city, but he felt that he and his family's newfound peace of mind was worth every penny.
 
 "Well, some of the folks down at work have mentioned it, but I guess I haven't had time to get any specifics." Mr. Oberland said.
 
 "Doesn't one girl pull a cart while the other rides it?" Mrs. Oberland asked, tapping her finger on her chin. "I seem to recall having a conversationg with one of the customers at the flower shop about it. Her daughter had entered, and apparently done very well. She was quite proud."
 
 "Yes! I mean, no!" Karen stated, her excitement almost overflowing. "A pony girl pulls the cart, and a jockey drives it. You can't just hook up anyone to a racing cart, Mom. It has to be a pony girl!"
 
 "I see." Karen's father said. "So, did you want to be the one to pull the cart, or the one to ride in it?"
 
 "Drive it, daddy. You drive the cart, not ride in it." Karen said, correcting her father. "And that's what I want to do: be the one who drives the winning cart across the finish line!"
 
 "Oh." Mr. Oberland said, nodding. "I see."
 
 "What's involved, dear?" Mrs. Oberland asked. "How does one enter the race?"
 
 "Well, first, we'd need a cart." Karen said, her eyes bright as she began reciting a list she had clearly memorized in advance. "And then the tack and harness, and somewhere to train, and the entrance fee. And a pony girl too, of course!"
 
 "Umm.." Mr. Oberland mused, frowning down at his daughter. "All that sounds a bit expensive, sweety."
 
 "Well, one of my friends said that if you buy a used cart and tack and stuff, and get a new, untried and untrained filly, it would only cost four or five thousand." Karen replied, her light and offhand tone indicating that she thought the price entirely reasonable. "Maybe even less!"
 
 "Five thousand!" Mrs. Oberland said, his mouth falling open in shock. "Karen, that's almost as much as we paid for our last car!"
 
 Karen, who was sensing a "No" answer lurking in close ambush, just about to jump up and skewer her dream, launched into a tirade of rapid pleading.
 
 "Oh, please, daddy! Please, please, please! It's all I want, please!"
 
 "Dear, even before the move, that would have been simply too much money." Mrs. Oberland said, her tone reasonable.
 
 "C-can't we just go look?" the girl asked, desperately. "The pony farm in only a little ways away, and that's were they do the races, too. Can we just go look, first, before you say no? Please, please?"
 
 "Ahh..." Mr. Oberland waffled, before his wife placed a hand on his arm and gave him a look. "Oh, very well. I suppose that just having a look wouldn't hurt anything. But, that's ALL we're doing, Karen. We simply can't afford to spend that kind of money right now, and even if we could, that's still quite a bit more that one birthday's worth of presents, don't you think?"
 
 "It can be my Christmas present, too!" Karen quickly said, looking up at her father hopefully.
 
 "Well, we'll see." Mr. Oberland said, sighing. "We'll see. I'm not making any promises, though, Karen."
 
 "I know!" Karen said, hugging her father tightly. "Thank you, daddy!"
 
 "Don't thank me just yet." Mr. Oberland said. "Well, come along, ladies.."
 
 "You too, Sherry." Mr. Oberland called, to his other, slightly older daughter.
 
 Sherry had been standing off to the side, lagging a little behind, apparently only half paying attention to the rest of her family as they had conversed.
 
 "Lets go see the pony farm."
 
2 - The Pony Girl Ranch
 
 The pony farm was apparently not a farm, but a ranch, if the large sign over the entrance was correct.
 
 Mr. Oberland, being a city boy through and through, had no idea what the difference might be, but supposed that it was probably an important distinction to the people running the place.
 
 "The P-Pipe-Symbol-G Ranch." Mr. Oberland said, reading the large sign that arched over the entrance to the ranch.
 
 "Daddy, please." Karen said, embarrassed. "It's the P-Bar-G, jeez.."
 
 "Ah, of course. How silly of me."
 
 "It sure is large." Mrs. Oberland observed, peering around. "I can't even tell how big it actually is, just from here. Is that a race track, way over there?"
 
 "Yes!" Karen said, her excitement returning. "They have all sorts of pony races there! The Filly class race, too!"
 
 "Filly class?" Mr. Oberland asked his daughter, as the family walked towards what looked like the central set of buildings near the entrance of the ranch.
 
 "The pony girls are divided into age groups called classes, and that's the youngest class." Karen explained. "It's the one I want to win."
 
 "Why that particular one, dear?" Mrs. Oberland asked, as they passed by a few ranch hands moving briskly about on some sort of business. The denim and leather clad hands waved at the family in a passing, but friendly, manner.
 
 "Well, it's the only class really open to amatures, and especially to young ones, like me." Karen said. "All the other classes are raced by serious enthusiasts, or actual professionals."
 
 "I see." Mrs. Oberland observed. "Dear, we're nearly to those buildings.."
 
 "Which do you suppose might be the main office?" she asked her husband.
 
 "Hmm, I'm not sure." He replied. "Let's just try the center one. That big on one the left looks like it might be a barn, or something."
 
 Mr. Oberland turned out to be correct, and he and his family found themselves in a building that seemed to be an odd combination of western-style ranch house and office space. The entire structure was made out of rough cut lumber, which was un-painted and not even sanded, but it sported modern electric lights which illuminated desks, computers, printers, file cabinets, and people, dressed in buisiness casual, going about what looked to be normal office work.
 
 After a few brief inquiries, the Oberland family was pointed toward the office of the head manager, who, upon realizing what they were after, handed them off in turn to one of the ranch's senior pony trainers and jocky managers.
 
 "Howdy. I hear y'all are interested in pony racing." the trainer said, greeting them. "My name's Jillian Clementine, but just call me Jill."
 
 "My daughter Karen has an interest in pony racing." Mr. Oberland said, after finishing his own family's introductions. "I'm not sure if we'll be able to actually afford anything you have to offer, but I thought that you might be able to spare someone to show us around a bit, if nothing else."
 
 "We sure would appreciate it. My daughter is very excited to be here." he finished, nodding toward his daughter, who was turning her head back and forth rapidly, apparently trying to take in everything all at once.
 
 "I can see that." Jill said, smiling. "You look like you're about to get whiplash, girl. I've got a little bit of time, so I can give you and your family the tour, if you'd like."
 
 "Oh, thank you!" Karen said, enthused. "This place is great!"
 
 "Well, we'll start at the barns, I suppose, since you've already seen the admistrative building." Jill said. "Follow me, please."
 
 The barns were a sight to behold. There was the main one, the largest by far, which stretched long and fairly low. It was easily a full football field in length, and perhaps quite a bit more, but only a little more than two stories tall, at its peak. Though wooden and seemingly quite old, it sported fresh, bright red paint with white trim, and seemed to be still just as sturdy and solid as whenever it had been first built. Several smaller, similar barns flanked it on either side, with wide grassy lanes between each.
 
 "The big barn's our pony girl stable. We've got other livestock in the others: chickens, turkeys, horses, and such. We'll skip them since you're here for the ponies." Jill explained, leading them towards the large, central barn.
 
 "This is were we keep all the ranch's ponies, as well as all the ponies we're currently stabling for others who don't have the space to keep them on their own." she said, as the group rounded the side of the barn and entered it through the large, open doors at the far end.
 
 "Wow, that's a lot of ponies." Mr. Oberland said, stating the obvious.
 
 "Oh. My. God." Karen exclaimed, almost breathless with excitement. "Eeeeee!"
 
 "Well, somebody's a pony fan, that's for sure." Jill said, amused at Karen ecstatic reaction.
 
 The inside of the barn stretched back, so far that it seemed like they could barely see the other end, and it was packed with stalls. There was a row down each side of the barn, and two sets of two rows running down the middle. Each stall was roughly two yards by four yards in size, and almost every one had at least one pony girl standing or lying somewhere in it.
 
 "We can get near to a thousand ponies in here, when we're full up, two to a stall. But it can get pretty ripe, pretty quick, when we've got that many." Jill said, waving towards the far end of the barn. "We're only about two thirds full right now, though, so say a bit over five hundred ponies."
 
 Karen had scampered over to the nearest stall, and was looking at the two pony girls within it with obvious delight.
 
 "Oh, they're so pretty!" she exclaimed, climbing up on the bottom rung of the stall to get a better look. "Can I pet them?"
 
 "Sure thing, little lady." Jill said, smiling.
 
 "Come on over here, girls." the trainer spoke, after giving a sharp whistle through her lips. "Let this one get a good look at you."
 
 The ponies, who had been watching the new arrivals with apparent interest, stepped obediently over to the end of the stall, their hooves clip-clopping quietly against the clean concrete floor. Their arms were bound behind them in a harness, pulled sharply back and folded at an angle that looked like it might be uncomfortable to stay in for very long. They had thick bits between their lips and through their teeth, held in by the straps of the halters arranged around their heads. Broad gauge, heavy rings pierced through and hung from the nipples of their breasts, which were thrust forward and out by their arm bindings.
 
 Karen let out a giggle of delight as the nearest stepped up to her, and she reached out to run one of her hands over the pony girl's mane. The pony's long hair, which would normally have been covering her entire scalp, had been shaved bare except for a strip running down the center of her head. This strip of long hair hung to one side and down her back, creating the impression of a horse's mane.
 
 Karen ran her hands over and through the pony's thick, lush mane, causing the pony girl to close her eyes contentedly, lean into the human girl's pets, and nicker softly in apparent pleasure.
 
 "What is that they're wearing on their feet?" Mrs. Oberland asked, looking down at the pony's legs, which ended in apparent hooves.
 
 "Those're their hooves." Jill answered. "They're a sort of cross between shoes and prosthetic feet. Their toes slip in just above the hoof, and the full leg sheath helps them keep their ankle and calf posture correct."
 
 "Are these some of the Ranch's ponies, or ones that your're.. uh.. stabling for someone else?" Mr. Oberland asked, as he peered with interest at the ponies in the stall before them.
 
 "I'm pretty sure they're some of the Ranch's ponies, but let me check real quick.." Jill said, before pulling a small tablet out of its carrying case at her waist.
 
 The trainer swiped the tablet through the air in front of the pony Karen was petting, then did the same with the other pony in the stall.
 
 "Yeah, they're some of ours." Jill confirmed, after looking down at the device for a second. "The one your daughter is petting is Silverstar, and the other is Meadowgreen. Neither of them are ponies that I've personally trained, but I know the woman who does do their training."
 
 "Do they have some sort of identification tags, or something?" Mrs. Oberland asked, curiously.
 
 "Yes. One of the first things we do now-a-days, when we start training a new pony, is to slip a little radio frequency identification chip just beneath their skin, at the back of their necks." Jill answered, nodding toward the ponies. "We only started doing it a few years ago, but I wish we'd done it a lot sooner. It has saved me a mountain of paperwork and headaches, let me tell you."
 
 "So, no more branding?" Mrs. Oberland asked, smiling a bit.
 
 "Heh, no. No need for it. The chips are way better than any brand." Jill said, returning the other woman's smile. "Not that we usually used brands much even before we adopted the chips, to be honest."
 
 "How many ponies does the ranch own?" Mr. Oberland asked. "And how many are you stabling for other people?"
 
 "Well, the numbers fluctuate quite a bit, but we usually have somewhere between one hundred fifty and two hundred Ranch ponies, and then another couple hundred ponies we're caring for on behalf of others." Jill said. "And that second number can double, or even triple, for the week or so just before we host a big race."
 
 "Are.. are these ones for sale?" Karen asked, a little breathlessly, her voice full of hopeful eagerness, as she turned her attentions to the second pony in the stall.
 
 "Well, let's see.." Jill said, poking at her tablet a couple of times. "It looks like.. they're both available. Silverstar's priced at three thousand five hundred, but Meadowgreen's only twenty-five hundred."
 
 "Is.. is that about average?" Mr. Oberland asked, looking a little strained.
 
 "It's a bit low, actually. Neither has placed in any significant races yet." Jill answered, casually flicking through blocks of dense text on her tablet. "Though Silverstar has a pretty good pedigree, so that's why her price is higher than Meadowgreen's."
 
 "Ah, oh.." Mr. Oberland replied, gulping a little and looking at his wife, his eyes a bit wide.
 
 "But you wouldn't want them, in any case, if your daughter is the one interested in racing." Jill said, turning her eyes to the girl. "You'll be wanting to enter into the Filly class races, right?"
 
 "Yes! Yes, I do." Karen answered, her excitement rising once again.
 
 "Well, that's good news for your parents. Fillies are usually much cheaper than mature ponies like these, even fillies that are fully trained and have already begun participating in races."
 
 "How much do the fillies usually run, then?" Mr. Oberland asked, cautiously.
 
 "Usually somewhere between fifteen hundred and two thousand, for a fully trained filly." Jill answered. "Though it can be much higher, if the pony has an especially good pedigree, or has started placing well or even winning in Filly class races."
 
 "And for untrained ones?" Mr. Oberland asked, as he did his best to suppress a wince.
 
 "Anywhere between five and fifteen hundred." Jill replied. "Again, depending on pedigree, as well as on several other factors."
 
 Mr. Oberland nodded, frowning and looking thoughtfully at his youngest daughter.
 
 "And I suppose that the cart and harness and such would be several thousand more on top of that, as well." he said.
 
 "At least." Jill said, agreeing with him.
 
 "Karen, dear, I know you've got your heart set on it, but I just don't see how we could afford it for you." Mr. Oberland said, shaking his head sadly. "And even if we managed it, we'd still have to either train the pony girl ourselves, which neither your mother nor I would even begin to know how to do, or pay to get it trained, which would cost even more money."
 
 "Aww, but daddy.." Karen whined, her eyes growing large and her bottom lip beginning to stick out in a little pout. "I really want to race. It's the only thing at all that I want for my birthday."
 
 "I'm sorry, darling, but your father is right. We just can't afford it, right now." Mrs. Oberland said, her tone gentle but firm. "Perhaps if we save up for a year or two, we might be able to manage something for you."
 
 "But, Mom.." Karen began, her whine increasing in pitch and her bottom lip beginning to quiver.
 
 "I'm sorry, Karen. It just isn't possible." Mr. Oberland said, his tone cutting off any further discussion.
 
 "Aww, don't be so down about it, girlie." Jill said, chucking the dejected looking Karen on the shoulder lightly. "Why don't we take a bit more of a look around before you go? It might cheer you up, some."
 
3 - Sharon's Choice
 
 Sharon, or, as her family and most of her friends usually called her, Sherry, had known about her younger sister's desire to win a pony race for several weeks, now.
 
 The girl had talked about almost nothing else ever since her new friends at their new school had introduced her to the idea. Karen had used Sherry as a sounding board, bouncing her ideas about how to convice their parents to pay for a pony and cart off her older sister, so she could participate in the upcoming summer races, for nearly a week before the opportunity to ask had finally come up on the family's weekend walk.
 
 Sherry, who had a bit better idea about their parent's finances than her little sister did, had known what the answer would be. Of course they couldn't afford it. They had just moved from the city to a tiny town in the middle of nowhere, for goodness sake.
 
 So, she had mostly ignored the drama surrounding her sister and parents as their weekend walk turned into a tour of the nearby pony ranch. She had been completely unsurprised when her parents had finally told her sister no, despite the girl's whining and pleading.
 
 Besides, she had better things to think about than some dumb race anyway.
 
 What she thought about instead, and what she had already been thinking about for pretty much the entire day, was the boys at her new school.
 
 Sherry would be the first to admit that she had not been particularly happy about being moved from the place she knew and liked, the city, to somewhere new and unfamiliar, the little rural town they now called home. She had liked her city, had liked her friends, and had liked the boys both she and her friends had gone to school with. Leaving all that to go live in some podunk little nothing town in the middle of nowhere had been a pretty bitter pill for the young girl to have to swallow.
 
 At least, until she actually got there, and found out something wonderful about rural life that she had never even suspected.. Country boys, it turned out, were generally in a little better shape than city boys, owning to a more active lifestyle, and they also, for some amazing reason, almost all chose to wear tight pants.
 
 Very, very tight pants.
 
 She had wandered around her new school in a daze, her first week there, staring and trying not to drool at all the tight, firm boy bottoms on display for her every time she walked through the halls. She had been so distracted by the amount of taut, denim-clad male buttocks being showcased that she had walked into several people, and even a wall and a doorway or two, before she had finally grown more or less accustomed to the sight.
 
 She had been comparing, in her mind, the bottoms of several of the boys with which she had become friends, while the family had first walked to, and then started touring, the pony ranch. Her attention had been even more distracted from the rest of her family, and the things the lady giving them the tour was showing them, when she'd spotted several handsom male ranch hands walking around and working hard, while wearing rather tight and snug jeans of their own.
 
 She was deep in her own thoughts, a faintly contented, if slightly goofy smile on her face, when she was quite suddenly shocked back to reality by what she, and the rest of her family, saw before them when they rounded a corner of one of the barns.
 
 It was, somewhat ironically, another set of male buttocks.
 
 They belonged to the enormous, pleasingly suntanned, very well muscled, and very nude young man who was thrusting vigorously into the pony girl held bent over and imprisoned by a set of stocks before him. His own hands and arms were bound behind him, similar to how a pony girl's would be, but that didn't seem to slow him down at all. His breath snorted loudly through a halter and bit of his own, as he forcefully mated with the restrained but writhing and moaning pony.
 
 "Oh, my goodness!" Mrs. Oberland said.
 
 "Whoa.. He's pretty big.." Karen said, amazement in her tone.
 
 Mr. Oberland just stared, his mouth slightly open in apparent shock, as the huge man continued thrusting into the bound and helpless pony girl.
 
 "That's our prime pony boy stud, Apollo." Jill said, her mouth quirking up in an amused grin at the Oberland family's reaction. "He's pretty impressive, isn't he?"
 
 "He.. He looks like he's going to break that poor girl.. er, pony." Mr. Oberland finally said. "And maybe the stocks she's in, too. He's got to be three times the size of her, at least."
 
 "Unlikely. Those stocks were built sturdy, with heavier animals than him in mind." Jill replied, waving a dismissive hand, apparently unconcerned.
 
 "He looks very, ah.. viril.." Mrs. Oberland said, a bit faintly.
 
 "Yep! He's been our prime stud for several years now, and he's still going strong." Jill said, nodding in satisfaction.
 
 Sherry, whose mind had been so pleasantly befuddled by thoughts of boy bottoms only moments before, watched, her own mouth hanging completely open in utter suprise. The naked, glistening buttocks before her clenched hard, as their owner made one final, hard thrust into the bound and restrained pony girl before him, burying him not inconsiderable length into her completely as his efforts came to fruition.
 
 Apollo, the pony boy stud, let out a deep bellow of raw pleasure, then slowly relaxed. After a few more moments, he leaned back and pulled himself from the shuddering and moaning pony girl. His incredible physical size was matched, at the very least, by the size of the male organ he withdrew from her. Still almost entirely erect, even after his apparent orgasm and ejaculation, it bounced and bobbed before him, in time with his breathing and heartbeat, as a glistening string slowly began streaming from its tip to the ground.
 
 Three female ranch hands, Apollo's apparent handlers, moved in around him as he stepped back from the now thoroughly bred pony girl. The one behind him began rubbing him down with both a brush and cloth, wiping the gleam of his sweat away. The one to his left reached up and clipped a set of reins to the bit in his mouth, one sturdy strap on each side. She was barely tall enough to accomplish this.
 
 The third woman rested one of her hands on the big stud's hip, then trailed the fingers of her other up the underside of his long, still throbbing shaft. She collected the little bit of semen still oozing from him with the tips of her fingers and then, smiling wickedly up at the huge pony boy, brought them up to her lips and sucked them clean. After that, she reached down and began rolling and massaging his huge testicles within his pendulous scrotum, as she leaned in close to him and spoke quiet words of praise for his accomplishment.
 
 "Wow." Karen said, smiling, her enthusiasm beginning to return. "Does he breed all the pony girls here?"
 
 "All the ponies the ranch owns and wants bred, and any of the others, if their individual owners wish it and can afford him, or if they manage to win one of the tri-annual races that we host here at the ranch." Jill answered, as the three handlers led the pony boy stud away, back toward the inside of the barn.
 
 The pony girl who had just been bred was left in the stocks, either forgotten or simply abandoned for the moment, with her rump still presented outward, and her wet, puffy sex glistening between trembling, wobbly legs. She was panting weakly through her bit, and looked like she was only barely keeping herself upright, and even then only with the assistance of the stocks she was still held in.
 
 "What.. ah.." Mr. Oberland began, before shaking his head to clear it and continuing. "What happens to the.. the babies..?"
 
 "Foals." Jill supplied.
 
 "To the foals that result from a pony girl being bred?" he asked.
 
 "The foals from pony girls the ranch owns get raised here, more or less like any normal girl would be." Jill answered. "There are several dormitories on the other side of the Administration building where they live. There's even a school building, where they're taught the same curriculum that any other girl would learn in a public school. When they reach the age where they can begin training for Filly class races, they get transferred over to the stables."
 
 "Do they get a choice in the matter?" Mr. Oberland asked, frowning a little at the thought.
 
 "Of course." Jill said, smiling. "Though most, the great majority, even, elect to go on to become ponies, just like their dams before them. Those few who don't are free to do as they like, though they are moved off the ranch proper afterwards."
 
 "I see." Mr. Oberland said, his frown easing away.
 
 "Umm.." Sherry said, tentatively, speaking for the first time. "What.. what does it cost to get bred.. er.."
 
 She paused, flushing slightly, then corrected herself. "Er.. I mean.. What does it cost to have a PONY get bred, by Apollo?"
 
 The girl's eyes were locked on the huge stud's retreating muscular backside, which flexed and clenched pleasingly as he was led away by his handlers.
 
 "He's in quite high demand, so a single session with him costs a pony's owner five hundred." Jill answered, a knowing smile on her face as she watched Sherry watching Apollo. "And if they want a guaranteed impregnation, then it's fifteen hundred, and Apollo will breed the pony in question once a day for however long it takes.."
 
 "And it usually doesn't take long." she finished, a little smugly.
 
 "Ahh ha.. I see." Sherry replied, gulping and shivering slightly as the ranch's prime stud dissappeared from view around the corner of the barn.
 
 Karen, who had noticed her older sister's rapt attention on the big pony boy, was looking at her sister and frowning, in apparent thought.
 
 "If.. if we could find a pony, an untrained filly, what would it cost to have her trained?" she asked, looking from her sister to Jill.
 
 "Well, that depends on how intensive and thorough the training you wanted would be." Jill replied. "The full, month long starter training course costs fifteen hundred."
 
 "If you just wanted the week long jump start course, though, that would only cost you five hundred."
 
 "I see." Karen said, still looking thoughtful. "You don't rent out carts and tack and harnesses, do you?"
 
 "We do, actually. Most racers choose to buy their own, but we have a few that we occasionally rent out to those who are just dabbling in the sport. And it's two hundred a week, before you ask, whether the cart is a racing cart or just a trainer. The tack, though, you'd have to buy, rather than rent, which would be another two hundred for budget stuff. Some of the major elements that go into a pony girl's standard tack aren't really reusable."
 
 "Well, that isn't too bad." Mr. Oberland mused, joining his youngest daughter in looking thoughtful. "How long is it until the next race?"
 
 "It's a little less than a month and a half away." Jill answered. "You would only need to rent a cart for the last month, though, as the first couple weeks of a pony's training focus on strength building in certain key areas, rather than cart training."
 
 "So, if we could find a filly, it would only cost around fifteen hundred, total.." Mr. Oberland said, stroking his chin. "Assuming the jump starter course was enough to let a pony race with a chance of winning."
 
 "The jump start course by itself isn't enough." Jill warned. "It's usually the option that racers who want to train their ponies mostly on their own use. The have us handle the first, toughest week, then take over for themselves after that. Even the month long course only covers the basics, and isn't, by itself, really enough to give a new filly any sort of realistic chance of winning a race."
 
 "Hmm.." Mr. Oberland said, his thoughtful looking turning into a frown once more.
 
 "Is there any sort of guide, or manual, that could show us the basics of pony training?" Karen quickly asked.
 
 "I'm sure there are, but trying to learn how to do it out of a book is no substitute for actual experience. Your pony would be at a severe disadvantage." Jill said, warningly.
 
 "Although.." the trainer mused, trailing off and looking thoughtful herself.
 
 "Although?" Mrs. Oberland prompted, curiously.
 
 "Well, supposing that you found an untrained filly, and supposing that you had us do the initial jump start training course, I don't think it would be too much to allow one of you, perhaps even Karen herself, to watch and learn from whoever was doing the training." Jill said, as she rubbed at her chin. "She could probably pick up enough to more or less complete the filly's training on her own, if she paid close enough attention and took a few notes."
 
 "That's also supposing that you have enough space to house the pony during the rest of its training, and even somewhere flat, open, and large enough to actually DO the training." Jill finished.
 
 "Well, we don't live in the town proper." Mr. Oberland said. "We bought a place just a little down the road from here, actually. It even has an old barn out back, though it isn't anywhere near as large, or clean, as even your small barns here at the ranch."
 
 "The old Schniderman place?" Jill asked, looking surprised.
 
 "Yes, that was the name of the family we bought it from." Mrs. Oberland supplied. "The original owner had passed away, and his descendants apparently didn't want the place. We moved in just a couple of months ago."
 
 "Oh, well, then you'll have plenty of room, neighbors." Jill said, smiling warmly.
 
 "This whole supposition hinges on one thing, though." Mr. Oberland said, his frown returning. "We DON'T have an untrained filly, or even know where we might find one, so it doesn't really matter how much it might cost to have her trained, nor where we might keep her if we wanted to finish her hypothetical training ourselves."
 
 "I've actually had an idea about that, Daddy." Karen said, her eyebrows rising hopefully.
 
 "Really?"
 
 Karen turned from him, her mother, and Jill to face her sister, Sherry.
 
 "Sherry, will you do it?" Karen asked, her tone one of frank appeal. "Will you pull my cart, so I can win a pony race?"
 
 "Will.. will you be my pony girl?" Karen begged her older sister, clasping her hands before her hopefully, bouncing up and down on her toes.
 
 Sherry just stared unblinkingly back at her little sister, frozen, her mouth open in surprise.
 
 "Hmm.. Now that's an idea.." Mr. Oberland mused, as he rubbed at his chin.
 
 "She is just about the perfect age to train as a filly." Jill supplied, after giving the Oberland's older daughter an appraising look.
 
 "And it is summer." Mrs. Oberland said, thoughtfully. "She wouldn't even have to miss any school."
 
 Sherry, her face still set in shock, merely glanced, wide-eyed, from one person to the next as they made their observations.
 
 "Uh.. I.." she finally managed to stutter, after a few more moments of everyone else simply staring at her and waiting for her response.
 
 "Pleease?!" Karen begged again, her eyes large, earnest, and guiless, as she looked up into Sherry's own conflicted ones.
 
 Sherry's mind finally unlocked, and she began to actually think about what her little sister was asking of her.
 
 If she agreed to help her sister achieve her hair brained objective, then she'd no doubt miss most of her summer, spending her precious free time not relaxing and having fun with her new friends, but training for a race. A race that Sherry didn't particularly care much about, when it came right down to it. Also, as her mind went back to the thought of the pony girls packed into their stalls, within the large barn they had first visited, she didn't really like the idea of having to live like a pony girl did: naked, bound, and led around on reins by a halter strapped to her head, and only eating, sleeping, and training whenever someone else decided it was time for her to do so.
 
 Even if it was only until the race, a month and a half from now, it didn't sound like a very pleasant way to spend most of her summer.
 
 On the other hand, though.. Sherry mused thoughtfully, as her eyes slid off of her sister's, to the sight of the legs and backside of the restrained pony just visible past the hopeful girl's side. The pony girl was still bent over and bound helpless within her breeding stocks, and, even several minutes after her session with Apollo had ended, she was still trembling and panting in reaction to the huge stud's attentions.
 
 Jill had said that ponies who won races got a chance to be bred by Apollo. Remembering this, Sherry had to suddenly fight the urge to squeeze her own thighs together, at the thought of being in the same position as the pony girl before her. Six weeks from now, after running and winning the race her sister was so eager to compete in, it could be Sherry herself who was recieving the attentions of the ranch's prime stud.
 
 The thought was as frightening as it was alluring, and it made her insides squirm in both pleasure and apprehension.
 
 "How.." Sherry began, before having to gulp slightly to ease the sudden dryness her new nervousness was creating in her mouth. "How long, exactly, would.. would I have to be a.. be a.."
 
 "..be a pony girl?" she finally asked, as a breathy little shiver ran through her.
 
 "You'll.. You'll do it?!" her sister asked, her face breaking out in an expression of happy delight. "Just until I win the Filly League race, that's all!"
 
 Sherry's mind's eye flashed back to the image of Apollo's taut, retreating backside, as it flexed and worked, just before he had been led out of sight. Then, she thought of his enormous, pulsing manhood, still slick and overflowing with his virility, and what it might feel like to experience its length and girth first hand..
 
 She shivered again, then closed her eyes, gulped, and nodded.
 
 "Yes, I'll do it." she stated, after huffing out a nervous breath.
 
 "Sherry! Thank you!" Karen squealed, suddenly jumping her sister and hugging her fiercely around the neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the best!"
 
 Sherry, still not quite sure that she had made a good decision and rather nervous at the prospect of what she had just agreed to, only patted her sister on the back, while looking to her bemused parents and a grinning Jill.
 
 "Daddy!" Karen exclaimed, as she released her sister and whirled to face her parents once again. "Daddy, can I do it? Can I, please?!"
 
 "Ahh.." Mr. Oberland sighed, still appearing to be more than a little skeptical. "..Well, even if we do have a filly now, it's still fifteen hundred dollars, honey.."
 
 "That's.. that's a lot of money.." he said, shrugging and looking sheepishly reluctant.
 
 Sherry noted, with some chagrin, that he seemed far more hesitant to part with his money than he did with herself, his own daughter. Even if it was only for a month or two..
 
 "Dear.." Mrs. Oberland said, her tone knowing, with a small little smile quirking up the corners of her mouth, as she gave her husband a look and laid a hand on his arm.
 
 "Ahh.. oh, very well." Mr. Oberland sighed, realizing that he had been outvoted, and conceding defeat. "Yes, Karen, you can train and drive your sister in this race, if it means that much to you."
 
 "Oh, thank you, daddy!" Karen cried, before flinging herself on her father, just as she had on her sister. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"
 
 Mr. Oberland just hugged her back, apparently happy that she was so happy, despite how much he was going to have to spend to keep her that way, before he looked up from Karen to Jill.
 
 "How.. how soon do we need to get started?" he asked, over the continued burbles of excitement coming from his youngest daughter.
 
 "How soon?" Jill repeated, raising her eyebrows in surprise. "If your girl there wants to have any hope of winning the upcoming race with her new filly, any hope at all, then we'd better get started right now!"
 
 "R-right now?!" Sherry asked, starting in surprise as she glanced over to the woman.
 
 "Darn right!" Jill said, her tone firm. "You're way behind, girl."
 
 "If you want to have any chance of winning this thing for your sister, then you're going to have to work and train hard to make it up." the pony trainer stated. "And it's going to have to start now!"
 
4 - Ponyfication
 
 To say that the next half an hour passed by in a blur for Sherry would be an understatement.
 
 She had expected to have a day or two to ready herself, not to mention let her friends know what she would be doing for most of the summer, before she became a pony and began her training. Unfortunately, her expectations quickly proved false, as Jill made it clear that sooner was definitely better than later when it came to training Sherry.
 
 Mere minutes after she had agreed to race for her sister, she found herself watching the rest of her family leave the ranch, as they casually walked away from the administrative building and back to the road their walk had started on. They, unlike Sherry, were going home. Sherry would be, for at least the next week, staying right where she was.
 
 Staying at the ranch, with all the other pony girls.
 
 "Well, come on girl." Jill said, after the trainer waved goodbye to Sherry's father, mother, and very excited younger sister. "Let's get you sorted out. It's going to take a little while."
 
 "O-okay.." Sherry began to agree, before being cut off by the other woman.
 
 "Nope." Jill said firmly, frowning at her. "None of that, now."
 
 "None.. none of what?" Sherry asked, taken aback.
 
 "You're a pony now, and ponies don't talk." Jill stated. "They just do what they're told."
 
 "But.." Sherry began, before being interrupted again.
 
 "Hup!" Jill barked, while gazing sternly at Sherry. "Come along quietly, and don't give me any trouble, girl."
 
 "This IS what you signed up for, after all." she said, back over one shoulder, as she began to stride away. "And what your daddy paid for, too. So, come on."
 
 Sherry frowned, remembering how pained her father had looked, as he'd made out and handed over the fifteen hundred dollar check that would pay for her tack, her week's worth of training at the ranch, and the month long rental of a training cart just a few minutes previously. Parting with so much money had apparently been such an ordeal for him that he'd barely noticed her when the family had left for home. His only acknowledgement had been a brief shoulder pat and the absent command to "Train hard, dear". Then he'd walked away, without looking back.
 
 With a sigh, and another nervous gulp, Sherry did her best to dismiss her misgivings, then followed the other woman's lead.
 
 Jill didn't take Sherry, as the girl had expected, back to the large barn with all the other pony girls in it. Instead, Jill led her around the backside of the administration building.
 
 When she turned the corner, yet another building was revealed to Sherry. This one, unlike the administration building, was a bit more modern and industrial looking. With its cinder block walls, bare concrete floors, and metal roof, it almost looked from the outside like a large restroom or swimming facility.
 
 The inside only reinforced this impression, as what was clearly a changing area of some sort was the first thing that Sherry saw as she entered.
 
 "Put your clothes in a bin." Jill instructed, pointing but not bothering to look at either Sherry or the stack of small, plastic bins by the door as she strode into the room. "Everything else, too. Jewelry, phone, whatever. Then get to the next room."
 
 "I.. I have to get naked?" Sherry asked, abashed. "Al-already?"
 
 Things was moving much faster than she had anticipated.
 
 "Of course, girl." Jill said with a small snort, as she rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Did you think that you were gonna train and race while wearing tight blue jeans? Also, no talking. Don't make me say it again."
 
 Slowly, hesitatingly, while flushed and biting her lip in embarrassment the entire time, Sherry stripped off all of her clothes, then put them in one of the small, empty plastic bins that were sitting in a stack by the door.
 
 As she did this, Jill poked her head through the doorway, into the next room.
 
 "Hey, got one more for ya!" she called to someone in the other room. "Don't pack up just yet, okay?"
 
 "You're lucky, they were pretty much done for the day." Jill said absently, as she leaned back out of the doorway. "A few more minutes and you'd have been stuck, waiting until tomorrow morning, or maybe even later. You're too far behind for that. You can't afford to waste that much time just sitting around, waiting."
 
 Sherry wanted to ask Jill what exactly she would have been waiting for, but held her tongue. She didn't want to irritate the woman who would be training her, if she could help it, and talking seemed to be a sure fire way to do so.
 
 "Come on, come on!" Jill snapped, rolling her eyes again, as Sherry finished putting away her clothes and then stood up, hunched over slightly, trying to cover herself with her arms. "No time for any of that silliness! Get moving into the next room!"
 
 Sherry began shuffling slowly toward the doorway to the next room. Slowly, that is, until she felt a firm slap against her bare bottom.
 
 "Don't dawdle!" Jill said, as the trainer gave Sherry's rump another wack, making the surprised girl squeak in shock.
 
 Sherry moved much more quickly after that.
 
 "One more, huh?" said someone new, as Sherry and Jill entered the next room. "This one isn't one of ours, is she?"
 
 "Nah." Jill said, waving offhandedly to the other woman, who was dressed in something that looked like a white rain slicker. "Her family just brought her in a little while ago. Her sister wants her to pull a cart in the July Filly League race."
 
 "Bit late to start training a fresh filly for that one, isn't it?"
 
 "Yeah, I told them that." Jill replied, shrugging. "But the girl was pony crazy. Wouldn't hardly take no for an answer."
 
 "So, get her cleaned out and trimmed up quick, will you?' Jill continued. "I'd like to have her squared away before I clock out, that way I know she'll be ready to go, first thing in the morning."
 
 "Sure, sure." the woman replied, grinning. "One quick wash and trim, coming right up!"
 
 Fifteen minutes later, a shocked Sherry was clean and sporting a new hair cut. Saying that she'd gotten a "quick wash and trim" was a bit of an understatement, though. The woman wearing the white rain slicker had scrubbed her skin, every single inch of it, raw and red. Apparently not content with just exterior cleanliness, she'd then taken a blue hose from the wall and filled Sherry's lower orifices, both of them, full of hot, soapy water. The woman had rinsed Sherry's insides out as thoroughly as was possible, and only FINALLY ceased her efforts when the water exiting Sherry's bottom had run completely clear and clean.
 
 Of course, all of this had happened AFTER Sherry'd had most of her hair shorn from her head. Even the short stubble that was all that remained of the majority of her lovely brown hair had been shaven smooth. The only bit left to her was a broad stripe down the middle of her scalp, which she supposed, as she glanced in the long mirror that lined one wall, looked sort of like an extra long mowhawk.
 
 Or, perhaps, something like the mane of a pony.
 
 Her finger and toe nails had not escaped unscathed, either, and both had been trimmed dreadfully short and stripped of both polish and paint.
 
 "She's looking good, thanks!" Jill said, after the other woman had completed her task. "You off, now?"
 
 "Yep, I've got the rest of today off, and tomorrow too." the slicker clad woman said, as she put away her tools. "No new girls scheduled to come in at all tomorrow, apparently. It'll be nice to have a day off. See you later!"
 
 "Well, come on girl. Next room!" Jill instructed, as she herded Sherry, who was clutching at her now mostly shaven skull with an expression approaching horror on her face, along in front of her.
 
 "Tack and pierce job?" asked the person in the next room, another woman, as Sherry and Jill entered it.
 
 She was standing along a wall full of hanging leather straps, bits, flaps, and other odds and ends that were mostly unfamilar to Sherry.
 
 "Tack and pierce job. I.D. chip, too." Jill confirmed, nodding. "Not the nice tack, though, just the cheap stuff."
 
 "Got it. Come on over, then, girl."
 
 Sherry obeyed, and soon found herself being fitted with a set of arm restraints, a halter, and a mouth bit, just like she had seen all the other pony girls wearing, earlier in the barn.
 
 The bit went in first, much to her dismay. Thankfully, it was coated in thick rubber, otherwise it would have been very hard on her teeth. Unfortunately, from the taste, it seemed to have been used at least once before, and not cleaned particularly thoroughly afterwards.
 
 She was prevented from complaining about this by the halter that was next pulled over her face and strapped to her head. The brief web of strong leather that ran all the way around her skull also hooked onto her bit and stopped her from spitting it out, or even moving it around much at all, once everything had been snugged up tight and secure.
 
 She understood, a moment later, why her bit and halter had been first. The arm restraints, which pulled Sherry's arms behind her and thrust out her chest, were tight enough that she tried to cry out and fight against them as they were put on and adjusted. Jill and the other woman had apparently expected this, though, as they'd hooked a set of reins to Sherry's new bit, run them through an eyebolt set high up in the wall, and pulled her up by her mouth and head. Then, they tied her reins off, trapping Sherry on her toes against the wall, robbing her of almost any leverage to struggle with, as she was more or less hung up by her halter and bit.
 
 Sherry whined and cried out, her voice pitched high with disbelief and pain, as her arms were pulled together and her shoulders were pulled out and back by the slowly tightening restraints. Jill held her ineffectually struggling body steady, which allowed the other woman to tie off Sherry's new arm binds, once she'd judged the girl's arms were in an acceptable position.
 
 With her new hairstyle, restained arms, and bit and halter, Sherry was quickly coming to resemble what she had allowed herself to be persuaded by her sister to be.
 
 She was starting to look like a pony, and her transformation was already nearly halfway complete.
 
 "Okay, tack looks fine.." the other woman said, as she untied Sherry's reins and pulled them from the eyebolt in the wall. "All that's left are her piercings, then her I.D. chip. Standard gauge for her rings?"
 
 "Standard gauge." Jill agreed, nodding.
 
 Sherry would have struggled as her nipples were pierced, but, once again, Jill and the other woman had anticipated her. Her reins had again been run through an eyebolt, this one decending from the ceiling, and tied off tightly. In addition to his, her arms binds, which apparently had small eyehooks of their own at each elbow, were hooked to sturdy straps that attached to the floor. This left Sherry on her toes, with her chin up and her arms pulled back, and her slim chest thrust out. Her small breasts and nipples were completely vulnerable to whatever Jill and the other woman elected to do to them.
 
 She was at their mercy, only the two women didn't seem inclined to grant Sherry, or at least her nipples, very much at all. She couldn't even see exactly what they were going to do to, with her head tilted back and pulled up into the uncomfortable position it was in by her reins.
 
 She whined again, much louder this time, and squirmed as much as she could, when she felt her left nipple be pinched between two glove covered fingertips. Then, something sharp and cold skewered her little sensitive nubbin, causing her to squeal in surprise and pain, before she felt the thick, circular piercing be pushed remorselessly through the new hole in her flesh. A moment later, this act was repeated on her right nipple. For all the good her struggles and wordless protests did to prevent this, she may as well not have bothered.
 
 Then, just when she thought the worst was over, as Sherry breathed hard, her newly pierced chest heaving as she whimpered at the pain, she heard the other woman speak to Jill once more.
 
 "Alright, they're in and looking good. Just let me braise them closed and she'll be done!"
 
 Before she could do more that utter a whine of disbelief at what she had just heard, there was a woosh and a popping sound near Sherry's chest, and a sudden sensation of intense heat.
 
 "Hold her steady as you can." the other woman instructed. "This'll only take a moment, but I don't want to singe her on acccident."
 
 "This isn't my first rodeo, y'know.." Jill replied, her tone teasing, as she grasped Sherry's hips firmly in her hands.
 
 The other woman just snorted, then bent to Sherry's breasts, with whatever was making such a large amount of noise and heat held steady in her hands.
 
 The sensation of heat intensified, and Sherry's left nipple suddenly felt like it was on fire. Her fresh outbreak of squealing was ignored, however, and so too was the small amount of struggling she could manage against her various restraints. Finally, after what seemed like long minutes, but was really only a scant few seconds, the heat was removed, though its after effects seemed to linger for much longer in her sensitive, impaled, and now apparently partially crisped nipple.
 
 Sherry didn't have time to dwell on it much, though, as her right nipple was engulfed in heat only a moment later. Again, her noises of disbeliving pain were ignored by the two women before her, and soon enough, the heat was once again removed from the vicinity of her nipple.
 
 "Alright, I think that's done it." the other woman said, as the noise and heat was suddenly extinguished. "Give it a moment to cool, then I'll slap on some antibiotic ointment."
 
 While whatever had been done to the metal now transfixing her nipples cooled down, the woman pressed something to the back of Sherry's neck, right at the spot where it met her torso. A quick hiss of air pressure and a prick of pain followed, which felt rather insignificant compared to what had just been done to her poor nipples.
 
 "Okay, I.D. chip's in.." the woman commented. "Let me get that ointment into her piercings, then I think she'll be all set!"
 
 The ointment, which felt blessedly cool, arrived a few moments later, and was rubbed and messaged thoroughly into her now quite sore nipples. The relief of the coolness was somewhat mitigated, however, as the new rings running though the tips of her breasts were tugged on experimentally, not ungently, but firmly and still painfully, by Jill.
 
 "Yep, that'll do. Thanks." Jill said, as she untied the straps keeping Sherry in her uncomfortable restrained position.
 
 "All right, come on, girl." Jill instructed, as she pulled Sherry's reins from the eyebolt in the ceiling and began tugging her toward the next room. "Just one thing left, then you'll be done and you'll be able to get some rest."
 
 Sherry, after a quick glance down at her nipples, which looked surprisingly uncharred beneath their coating of greasy white ointment, followed after Jill. Given that the trainer had her new reins firmly in hand, though, it wasn't like she had much choice, though. Not anymore.
 
 "Wait!" called out the woman in the room, just before Jill and Sherry exited it. "I almost forgot.. She needs her tail!"
 
 "Oh, you're right.." Jill replied, nodding. "That slipped my mind to. Go ahead and pop one in her, then."
 
 "Hmm, she's got a nice, medium brown mane.. I think I've got a few left about that color." the woman said, as she turned to her wall of hanging pony tack once again. "One second.."
 
 The woman turned back with what looked like a fake tail, that more or less matched the color of Sherry's remaining hair, which was attached at one end to a frighteningly large bulb of rubber.
 
 "Okay, bend her over." the woman instructed, as she squirted a generous amount of thick lubricant all over the pear shaped rubber bulb.
 
 "You.. you've got to be kidding me!" was what Sherry tried to say, as she realized what was about to happen. All that came out past her bit, however, was muffled, only half understandable gibberish.
 
 "Hey, I said no more talking!" Jill reprimanded, as she used the leverage her tight grip on Sherry's reins gave her to turn the girl around and bend her over, presenting her bottom to the other woman.
 
 For good measure, she gave Sherry's bare left buttock another slap, much firmer this time. Then, Jill grabbed the stinging butt check and pulled it out sideways, spreading it, apparently trying to give the other woman easier access to her intended target.
 
 "Alright, ram it home." Jill said, as she held a bent over, squirming, and helpless Sherry firmly in place.
 
 Sherry squealed her loudest yet when she felt the oversized rubber bulb invade her backside. It didn't help that neither woman seemed inclined to do the thing slowly. The thankfully well lubricated plug was simply unceremoniously shoved into her bottom, streching her out quite painfully, with absolutely no preparation or warning.
 
 "There we go.." the woman said, her tone satisfied, as both she and Jill ignored Sherry's continuing noises of pained protest and frantic hip wriggling. "All set!"
 
 "Thanks!" Jill replied, flashing the other woman a grin, as she turned and led a still whimpering and now oddly waddling Sherry out of the tack room.
 
 The occupant of the next and final room was unlike everyone else Sherry had met so far. He was a bespectacled older man, sitting comfortably on a stool.
 
 "Anything special?" he asked, curtly, as Jill pulled Sherry over to him.
 
 "Nope." Jill replied. "Standard set. Cheap ones, though, if you have any left."
 
 "I'm outta the cheap stuff.." the man said with a little frown, as he peered down at Sherry's legs and feet, adjusting his spectacles a little as he did so. "Most of the cheap sets fell apart after only a few weeks of use, a month or two at most. Where ever those idiots in adminstration got them from, they got swindled, if they paid anything like full price for them. They really need to let me do some testing first, before they bulk buy from a new supplier."
 
 "All I've got left is the good, quality stuff." he stated, leaning back up from his visual inspection of Sherry's bare lower limbs. "Not that you'll hear me complain about that fact."
 
 "Well, her new owners will just have to eat the extra cost of them, then." Jill said, shrugging. "I told them we'd get their new pony a full set of the cheap tack, maybe even returned stuff, but if you don't have them, you don't have them."
 
 "New, quality hooves are better for the livestock, anyway." the man said, his tone dismissive. "A set of hooves and leggings that have already been broken in by one pony will never fit as well as they should on another. It always creates issues."
 
 "You're the expert." Jill agreed.
 
 "You know it." the man replied, his mouth quirking up into a smile for the first time. "I'm just glad that someone around here appreciates that fact. Now, let's see what we're working with, here.."
 
 "Left, up!" he commanded suddenly, without looking up from Sherry's feet.
 
 Sherry, who only looked down at the well dressed little man in bemusement, and who was obviously still very distracted by her newly installed tail and nipple piercings, had her confusion about his desires quickly remedied when Jill slapped her bottom again.
 
 "Put your left foot up in his lap, girl." Jill instructed, her tone exasperated.
 
 Sherry made a noise that would have been an "Oh" if her bit hadn't been in the way, then raised her left foot and put it gently into the man's lap, right into his waiting hands.
 
 "I swear, the new fillies seem to get a little dumber each season.." the man said, his voice amused, as he began gently kneading and stroking the small, bare foot in his hands. "Let's see, size..? Eight, I think.. No unusual calluses, marks, or abraisions.."
 
 "Hmm.. Bone structure feels sound.." he continued, as he worked his hands and fingers deeper into the flesh of Sherry's left foot, before moving up to her ankle and then calf. "I don't think she's ever had a break or major sprain.."
 
 "Calf and knee feel good, too.." he mused, as he finshed his inspection by working his fingers around the middle joint of Sherry's left leg. "I think.. that this is a perfectly healthy leg and foot! Let's see if the right one matches.."
 
 "Right, up!" he commanded, after releasing Sherry's left leg.
 
 Sherry obeyed without much hesitation this time, only waiting until her left leg was firmly on the floor again before raising and placing her right foot in the little man's waiting hands.
 
 "Hmm.." he mused, as he repeated his rather thorough inspection on her right foot, ankle, and lower leg. "This one feels pretty good, too.."
 
 "Well, other than the fact that they're a bit on the lean side, these seem to be sound and healthy legs." he declared, after lifting Sherry's right foot up to his mouth and giving her instep a fond little kiss and pat. "I don't think I'll have any problem at all setting her up. Just give me a moment."
 
 "Otto, you're a bit odd. You know that, right?" Jill said, giggling slightly, after she watched the little man kiss Sherry's foot.
 
 "Ah, you'll have to forgive an old man his idiosycrasies.." he said, his tone goodnatured, as he released Sherry's right foot and stood up off his stool. "But a healthy set of young legs and feet are a fine thing to see and feel."
 
 "And, finding the perfect match for them.." he continued, as he pulled a set of what looked like heavy, satin-black leather leggings from a box of many other, similar such garments. "You know, I've always wanted to give your own rather charming set of legs and feet a thorough examination.."
 
 Jill just snorted, her mouth quirking up into an amused grin, as the man picked out two heavy looking, hoof shaped objects from among a pile of them.
 
 "Hmm.. I notice that you didn't say "No."" he stated, cocking an eyebrow up challengingly at Jill, as he sat back down on his stool.
 
 "Tcha..! Maybe.. maybe some other time, you old lech." Jill said, laughing again.
 
 "I may hold you to that, my dear.." Otto replied, chuckling slightly himself. "But, for now, business first. Left, up!"
 
 After a few moments of fussing, Otto, humming slightly to himself as he worked, had Sherry's left leg encased in one of the black leather leggings, with only her toes sticking out of the very end. Then, he took up one of the hoof shaped objects, slipped it over the exposed end of her foot, and then, somehow, attached it in a manner that made it look and feel as if both pieces were part of a single whole.
 
 "Alright now, stand up on it and see how it feels." Otto instructed, still without looking up at Sherry's face, his attention focused solely on her left leg and foot, as he released it from his grasp. "And, for goodness sake, try not to fall over."
 
 Heeding his warning, Sherry carefully stood up on just her left leg. She wobbled, unused to the odd, extended position the sturdy leather legging forced her ankle and foot into.
 
 "Alright, that's enough. Let me have it again." the little man commanded, after only a moment's observation of her attempts to balance.
 
 He fiddled with the legging and attached hoof, tightening here, loosening there, adjusting it just so, then had her repeat her attempt to stand on her left foot.
 
 Whatever he had done, it was much easier for Sherry to balance.
 
 "That's good enough for the moment." Otto said, nodding. "Now, let's do your other. Right, up!"
 
 Staying still and balancing while Otto worked on her right foot and leg was harder, especially with the added distraction of her tail plug distending her bottom uncomfortably, but Sherry managed to do it, until they too had been legging encased and behoofed. Then the little man had her first alternate back and forth, adjusting her leggings around the ankles and toes every time she wobbled, gradually making it easier and easier for her to balance, then slowly step, then walk, and finally even trot (not confidently, but at least without any discomfort or too much unsteadiness) back and forth along the length of his room.
 
 "Well, I think that's got it." Otto said, sounding satisfied, as he watched Sherry clop around. "They'll need adjusting again tomorrow, after she's moved around in them for awhile, and another final adjustment at the end of the week, once everything has stretched out and loosened up. She'll be fine for the rest of today, though. Especially if she's just headed to the barn after this."
 
 "Yeah, her training doesn't start until tomorrow morning." Jill replied, nodding her head. "I'd like to start her on some of the basics tonight, but I've been on since four A.M., so I'm pretty much wiped out now."
 
 "Well, if you have any problems with her hooves tomorrow, during her intitial training, come find me." Otto said, standing up and dusting himself off. "I'm just about to end my day, as well."
 
 "I look forward to seeing you, and your new filly, tomorrow." Otto stated, before grinning once again. "Perhaps, after she's had her post training adjustment, you'll even make time to allow me my long awaited examination of your own delightful little feet."
 
 "Lech!" Jill stated, sticking her tongue out over her shoulder at the little man, clearly amused and unoffended at his blatent flirting, as she led Sherry out of the exit from both his room and the entire conversion building.
 
 For Sherry, the short walk to the pony barn was full of brand new experiences. She had entered the ranch as just another normal girl. She had been moving at her own speed, on her own shoe clad feet, wearing what she pleased, acting as she saw fit. Now, Sherry was walking on hooves that still felt very foreign to her, at a pace set by another, with her arms bound up firmly behind her back. The woman who was leading her forward, thanks to the reins attached to the bit in her mouth (which also prevented her from making any but the most rudimentary of sounds), had, for all intents and purposes, complete control over her. Sherry could only go where she was allowed, now, all while she was, for all intents and purposes, completely nude and exposed.
 
 Sherry may have entered the building behind her as a girl, but she sure hadn't exited it as one.
 
 Now, she was just a pony. A pony that was being led to her stall, where she would stay, whether she liked it or not, until someone else decided that she should leave it. She would train, eat, or rest only at the will and whim of her trainers and owner now, just like all the other ponies at the ranch.
 
 Sherry, her nipples still burning and stinging, and her ankles already a little sore from the odd posture her new leggings and hooves were forcing them into, shivered and trembled a little, as she was led by her reins to her new place in life.
 
5 - Cherry Bomb
 
 Sherry awoke the next morning, bleary and sore, to the sound of her stall gate squealing open. She was bleary because she had slept poorly, and she had slept poorly because she hadn't been able to find a position that was particularly comfortable to sleep in. The best she had been able to come up with was curled on her side, nestled as deeply in her little pile of straw as possible, trying not to roll over onto her freshly pierced chest. The odd position, combined with her new restraints, meant that she was still quite tired, and rather sore, when her fisrt visitor of the day arrived.
 
 It was Jill, of course, and the pony trainer seemed awfully cheerful and energetic for such an early hour of the morning. Considering that it wasn't even light outside yet, Sherry thought that this was particularly offensive. The new pony girl's attempts to ignore the woman, by curling up tighter and burrowing deeper into her straw failed, though, because the insistent trainer would have none of it.
 
 Sherry gave out a high pitched squeal of suprise and shock when she felt the riding crop Jill was apparently wielding land smartly on her bare rump.
 
 "Wakey, wakey, girl." Jill said, her voice full of an obscene amount of amusement and cheer, all things considered. "This is no time for new ponies to sleep in! We, and by WE I mean YOU, have a lot of ground to cover and training to get through today!"
 
 "So, get up!" Jill finished, with another smack of riding crop against pony girl flesh. "Get up, eat, and drink! You're going to need the energy!"
 
 Sherry managed to scramble up quickly enough that she avoided any more slaps of the riding crop, despite the difficulties her arms being bound behind her, not to mention her odd new footwear, presented. Once she made it to her feet, she'd almost fell over again, though, because of how unsteady she was on her hooves.
 
 "Well, I guess we know what you're going to be working on first.." Jill commented, while rolling her eyes. "Here's your breakfast, girl. You'll need your bit to be out to eat it, though, so hold still a moment.."