Ponygirls at Work

By Simon Grail

THIS IS AN EXPANDED AND REVISED VERSION OF THE ORIGINAL TEXT, WITH OVER 7,500 WORDS ADDED, PLUS NEW CHARACTERS, SITUATIONS AND INCIDENTS.

In the village of Quimbury, it is perfectly normal to see naked female flesh openly exposed, collared, and restrained on its streets, gardens or even its churchyard. Here, ponygirls do more than simply pull carts and carriages. Some jobs might involve hard labour and others pain or humiliation and even intense pleasure, but whatever task is set for them, they feel compelled to undertake it to the best of their pride and ability.

Here are eighteen scenes of ponygirl life.

Meet Tammy the Ponytail Delivery girl, the Naked Bell Ringers, and the lovely Ponygirl Mowers. There is a naked Sandwich Board Girl, a living girlflesh Rockinghorse, and two Bare Road Sweepers. At the village fete have a go at the Coconut Shy Girls and take a ride on The Merry-girl-round.

A funeral is enlivened, at the deceased’s request, by four naked Ponygirl Pallbearers. Try your luck on a ponygirl Raffle Prize or enter an exhibit for Flesh in Bloom Day. Watch Miss Violet take a joyous ride. Find out about the Three in a Bed and follow Penny the naked football Mascot.

See the antique Wife-Shamer being demonstrated, and then set your watch by Harriet the living Village Clock, as she marks the hours in a most intimate manner. Finally, learn the secret Behind the Stable Door, and experience the submissive joy of The Ponygirl’s Pet.

This is a companion volume to the graphic story: “Ponygirl Village.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiction4All
• Release date: May 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005299682

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PONYGIRLS AT WORK

Simon Grail

Published by Fiction4All (Silver Moon Books imprint) at Smashwords

Copyright 2021 Simon Grail

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Author’s Note: All characters in this adult fiction story are at least 18 years of age.

Chapter 1: Tammy’s Ponytail Deliveries

Tammy the Ponygirl pushed open the upper half of her stable door, letting the morning air play across her bare breasts and causing her nipples to stand up, and looked out in the morning light over the village of Quimbury.

Her stable was situated on The Rise, with was a slight hill on the edge of the village, so she had a good view of its web of streets, the church, the green, and the clock square. She saw the tiny figures of people moving about and, in between them, flashes of bare flesh. Quimbury’s ponygirls were already hard at work.

And soon she would be joining them.

Tammy was thirty-one, and of a statuesque build, with auburn hair, pale creamy skin, a firmly featured face, a high forehead, and deep bright eyes. Her full rounded breasts were tipped by distinct red brown nipples which had gold rings set in them. She had a tight waist, sturdy legs, and full, fleshy buttocks, with firm muscle underneath them, and a naked, plump-lipped Mound of Venus.

She wore a lattice bridle over her head, which encased it in a web of straps that were locked to her collar. They went over the bridge of nose and under her chin, over her crown from front to back and side to side. The flaps of blinkers jutted forward from the side straps to veil her eyes. Cheek rings held her rubber bit in place. A ponytail of red hair seemed to grow out of the base of her spine and hung clear of the smooth mounds of her buttocks. She had a broad belt buckled about her waist with a deep fixed hook on its front.

Her hands were encased in red rubber horse hooves that were held in place by broad buckled cuffs about her wrists, which had D-rings hanging from them. Red leather ankle boots with sprung rubber heels and red rubber hoof toe caps enclosed her feet. They had small steel horseshoes embedded in their soles. More D-rings hung from backs of their ankles.

Tammy was straddling the end of a lightweight tubular metal shaft that curved up between her legs. It had a ring on its end that hung over the hook in the front of her belt. A slender sprung rubber dildo extended upwards from the upper side of the shaft as it pressed against her crotch and plugged into her vagina. On the other end of the shaft was a small two-wheeled goods box with the name Tammy’s Ponytail Deliveries painted on it, together with a telephone number.

It was a well-established truth, Tammy mused, that ponygirls should not be allowed to stand idle. They existed to be seen and to be used. Idleness led to boredom and the feeling that they were not being properly valued.

It was different for puppygirls and girlcats, of course. They were true pets. When their owners go on holiday, they often accompany them. If they were not wanted, then they could be put in kennels and their lives are little different. But it was rare that anybody needed to take a ponygirl on vacation. Of course, they could be boarded out to stables, but that seemed like a waste of their potential. Especially when they might be earning money for their owners…

And so, when they were not required to pull carts or carriages, temporarily unemployed ponygirls were often lent out or offered up for hire by their owners. They may be put to work on a variety of odd jobs of the seasonal or one-off kind, often serving the general community. They might be hired by individuals or organizations with a special need, such as the Parish Council or local clubs and societies. They were very adaptable and ready for any task that required strength and stamina, a supple body with perky nipples, a hot wet pussy and a tight bottom ready to be used for exertion or pleasure on demand.

Such was the practice in Quimbury.

Sometimes, spare ponygirls were advertised in its local paper, together with a picture, a list of their vital statistics and any special talents. Or else they were simply put on display on a block in the village square beside the stocks and whipping post, where they could be examined at leisure. They knelt there naked, cuffed, and chained and gagged, with a sign about their necks and hope and fear in their eyes and helpless anticipation swelling their nipples and engorging their pussies and filling them with lubrication. They want to be useful and to serve in any way they can. After all, that is what they have been trained for. Some can hardly remember any other kind of life. When they are in that state it is really a kindness – almost an obligation – to find them some kind of gainful employment.

It could be any kind of job. It did not matter if they are worked until they are exhausted or even if they are brought to tears. They can be restrained in many ways and, within reason, freely beaten, and almost anything can be inserted in their hot wet orifices. They have no say in how they are used; they simply want to be useful.

And in the light of that, Tammy thought, coming out of her reverie, she must also be useful and get to work. She had deliveries to make. People were expecting her…

Tammy opened the bottom half of her stable door and walked out onto the small, brick-floored, and high-fenced yard beyond. She pushed open a sprung outside gate that led onto the lane that ran down the gentle slope of the Rise. She turned down it towards the middle of the village and broke into a trot.

Her steel-shod hooves went clip-clop in the traditional manner. Her arms worked in time with her stride, but she held them raised higher than a runner would and crooked at the elbows and bent forward at the wrists, so that they resembled the forelimbs of a prancing pony. Her breasts bounced and her nipple rings glittered. Her tail bobbed and swished about behind her with the rolling of her hips, fluttering across her smoothly bunching and stretching buttocks. Her cart bowled along merrily at her heels, its slight bounces and wiggles transmitting themselves intimately to her sensitive orifice through the dildo plugged inside her.

Before she reached the bottom of The Rise, Tammy was wet and leaving drips on the road behind her. What a shameless creature she was!

Making her way through the village, Tammy passed people she knew who sometimes gave her a glance and smile, or even, in the case of certain men, a look of carnal desire. That was quite natural, of course, and it gave her a thrill to be admired, but it