The Prettiest Pony of All

         When my owner awoke me in my  stable, she was smiling proudly.   As
     she undid my halter  and stroked my flanks  in friendly admiration.   I
     was conscious that I am regarded  as the prettiest pony in the  stable,
     and Madame led  me out into  the paddock,  and loosed me  for an  early
     morning trot, running free before  being harnessed for the day's  first
     drive.

         It was cool in the fresh  morning air, and my naked limbs  savoured
     the fresh air, as  I breathed in deeply  presenting my full breasts  to
     the air, and enjoying the wind around my ample loins. I trotted friskly
     away when Madame came out to capture me, and smiling she whistled, so I
     knew that I must let myself be captured, and haltered to be led back to
     the stable.  She  groomed me herself, always  a sign that  I was to  be
     shown off to some important visitors.

         "My darling," she  purred," my  friends envy my  possession of  the
     loveliest mare  in  the neighbourhood,  and  the gentlemen  are  always
     offering to buy you  for breeding, but  I'm not sure  that I want  that
     graceful body used that way at the moment." The grooming was  pleasant,
     Madame caressing my  whole body  at her leisure,  powdering my  cheeks,
     affixing long eyelashes, combing my glorious mane.  She took some  time
     selecting the harness, then gently held out the bit she had chosen, and
     I took it in  my soft mouth,  while the bridle  was tightened round  my
     head, and my arms pinioned. She was called away at the moment,  leaving
     me attractively in firm harness above the waist.  When Madame returned,
     she was  carrying the  girth  that she  especially favoured,  and  this
     morning she tightened  it till I  could hardly breath.  But she  always
     left my flaring  loins free, and  applied some salve  to the  bristling
     mons veneris to ensure that I was perfectly depilated.

     She was very careful to ensure that the harness held me completely firm
     above the  waist,  my  head held  back  by  the bearing  rein,  and  my
     hindquarters, which she maintained were my greatest beauty, flaring  in
     anticipation of the swish of the whip when she decided to drive off.  I
     stood straight  as an  arrow between  the shafts,  feet together,  back
     arched, the nates quivering slightly and the breasts wobbling with  all
     my special  charm. I  knew  that Madame  adored  her lovely  pony,  and
     although she  would breed  from me  when she  had selected  a  suitable
     stallion, she enjoyed keeping the colts in the stable in suspense as to
     which of them would be mated with the prettiest mare. While we  waited,
     I pawed the ground and tossed  my head, swinging the breasts as  Madame
     took her  time to  touch up  the nipples  lovingly with  pink  coloured
     matter.  All around were harnessed girls, some with saddles waiting  to
     be ridden, and all gently moving their graceful thighs and rumps  while
     a  stable  attendant   moved  among  them,   tightening  harness,   and
     occasionally slipping a  rein between two  smooth thighs, or  arranging
     stirrups. I felt the awaited swish of the whip across my  hindquarters,
     and slipped straight into  a canter, showing  my perfect high  stepping
     pace.

     Miss R. P.





                               Pony Girls Erotica