The mistresses compare notes, Emily checks on Sabrina

After an eventful day of attending their classes and magically moving themselves around the Campus of USC, on what they had come to call "a talent scouting trip," Jessica, Emily, Eden, Alia, and Katie entered the modest two-bedroom apartment that Jessica and Katie had shared before Jessica inherited and opened Alia's bottle. They set their backpacks down in a line along the living room wall before the three mistresses sat on the couch with Katie and Alia kneeling obediently in front of them. Eden slid back on the cushion she sat on and stretched her long legs out in front of her.

Jessica looked over at Eden with a smile and slowly ran her hand up the smooth skin of Eden's right leg that her tight-fitting denim shorts didn't cover. "Well, I'd say today was productive." Her tone was one of barely contained excitement. She and Eden leaned in and kissed one another before Jessica turned to her left and kissed Emily.

"You can say that again," Emily sighed once they broke the kiss. She leaned back against the back of the couch, then looked at Alia with a smile. "I have a feeling that the wish that we made to completely understand all of the materials in any of our classes is going to come in handy."

"Yeah, excellent thinking on that one, Jess," Eden said with a slight laugh.

"Oh, it was nothing," she said with a shrug. "Besides, if I hadn't thought of it, I'm sure someone would have. Personally, I think wishing myself into Kappa Kappa Gamma was the more inspired wish." Neither Katie nor Alia could stop themselves from laughing at Jessica's remark.

"Something to say, you two?" Emily asked in a joking tone, with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Mistress Jessica is right," Alia agreed, still laughing slightly.

"Even if it is a bit cliché," Katie added, "A hot blonde freshman joining one of the top sororities on campus. I mean, all we're missing is a hopeless but well-meaning and at least seemingly utterly harmless geek, an egotistical frat boy jock that thinks he's God's gift to women, and a stuck-up bitch or two, and we'd have the makings of an at least semi-descent slasher movie." All five women laughed at Katie's added remark.

"Well, she has a point," Eden agreed.

"Actually, I have the 'stuck-up bitch,' covered," Jessica said with an eager smile. "One of the 'talents' that I scouted."

"Ah, we're getting to the juicy stuff already." Emily's tone was eager, and her eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect of turning more beautiful women into obedient slaves. "So how do we decide, harem or whore?"

"I've been thinking about that," Eden admitted. "I think we should each get a pick to join the harem first, after that we vote on it."

"And what if there's a tie, unless you plan on cutting Alura out of this?" Jessica asked.

"Oh God no!" Eden laughed before motioning to herself, Jessica, and Emily. "Our girl is totally getting to pick another slave. for the harm."

"I love that you all look out for her as if she were your own, even if two of you do it from your knees," Jessica said, smiling at the other women.

"We love her," Emily said matter-of-factly and with a slight shrug.

"And it's where we belong," Alia added as she and Katie gave each other's hands a gentle squeeze.

"Mistresses, should we head back home, so Mistress Alura can see who we've all discovered?" Katie asked as her gaze moved between the three seated women.

"Yes, we should," Jessica replied. "I wish we were all back home."

Alia let out a soft moan of pleasure, then in an instant, all five were in the living room of the mansion. The four maids who were working on finishing the daily cleaning paid no attention to their sudden appearance. "Excuse me, but have you seen Alura?" Emily asked the maid who was closest to her.

"I believe she is out by the pool, Mistress Emily."

Without another word, the five stood and made their way out to the pool. When they arrived, they found Alura lounging by the pool in a pink bikini, enjoying a glass of lemonade. "You're back!" She said excitedly when she saw them. "How was it?"

"It was good to get off the island for a bit," Jessica said as she, Emily, and Eden sat in nearby loungers and Katie and Alia knelt. “College is going to be fun, especially since we don’t have to study.”

“So, did you find anyone interesting?” Alura asked with an eager smile.

“Come on, sweetie, you know we did,” Eden laughed.

Jessica took out her phone and accessed her photos. “We decided to show you who we found; then each of us will get to pick one to join the harem. The others, we’ll vote on if they join the harem or a whore.”

“That makes sense, but they won’t be famous. Will someone be willing to pay for someone not famous?” Alura asked while imagining ways she would convince her pick to become part of their harem.

“Not as much for sure, but a young, beautiful college girl? We’ll have no problem getting people to pay for them.” Eden said with a shrug.

“Here are my picks for potential slaves and whores. Well, my top three anyway.” Jessica set her phone on the small table next to her lounger, and everyone gathered around.

“So who do we have here?” Emily asked as Jessica showed the first picture. It was a beautiful redhead dressed in a yellow with red lettering USC T-shirt that was cut off, allowing a portion of her toned stomach to be visible, short denim shorts, and white open-toed stiletto-heeled shoes.

“Rylee Starr, twenty-one years old, aspiring model, president of the USC Chapter of Kappa Kappa Gamma, and the stuck-up bitch I mentioned.” Jessica scrolled through a few pictures before she came to the next one she stopped at. This one showed a petite Asian woman in a light purple shirt, black stretch pants, and calf-high brown leather boots. “Michelle Hasashi, twenty years old, pre-med.”

“An Asian who wants to be a doctor, now that is cliché,“ Emily laughed.

“I know, right?” Jessica laughed back as she scrolled again. “And here we have Corvette Sanders. Nineteen, studying psychology.” The picture showed a woman with shoulder-length light brown hair. She was dressed in a blue T-shirt with short, tight-fitting white shorts and white shoes.

“Breaking a head shrink, or at least a wanna be one, could be fun.”

The next to show her pics was Eden. The first was a tall girl with a dark complexion, long dark hair that was styled in a bun. She wore a red and yellow bikini. The photo showed her left profile as she looked off to the left side of the picture. “Alexis Lopez. One of the stars of the beach volleyball team.” The next picture showed a slender brunette with dark brown hair. She was dressed in a dark green T-shirt, a denim skirt that came down to her mid-thigh, and black sneakers. “Ashley Pierce, she’s studying finance.” The last picture Eden stopped on showed a blonde with shorter hair, only falling to just below her ears. She wore a loose-fitting white button-down shirt, dark blue denim jeans, and black shoes. “Leah Bright, studying Political Science.”

Last to go was Emily. Her first picture was of a slender brunette with light brown hair that hung down to her mid-back. She was dressed in a yellow T-shirt with a big white butterfly on the chest, light blue jeans that had small, stylish tears at the fronts of the thighs, and white shoes. “Jenna Evans, a drama major.” The next picture was of a slender African-American woman with long, curly dark hair that was styled into a ponytail. She wore a tight-fitting red tank top, black denim shorts, and brown leather sandals. “Chloe Bennet, a cheerleader.” Eden’s final picture showed a redhead with long hair. She was dressed in a black tank top, dark blue denim jeans with a brown leather belt, and dark brown leather knee-high boots. “Skylar Summers, pre-law.”

“How about Aunt Katie and Alia? Did they take any pictures?” Alura asked, eager to see more options.

“No, Mistress Alura,” Katie answered.

“We’ll keep our eyes open in case we do come across someone we think our mistresses will enjoy.”

“Well,” Emily said as she stood from her lounger. “While I think over the options, I think I’ll go see how Sabrina is adapting to ponygirl training.”

When Emily entered the stables, she was greeted by the familiar scent of straw and dirt. At the far end of the arena, one of the stable hands led Sweetheart on a long lead. The ponygirl formerly known as Ariana Grande was taking long prancing strides in what looked like effortless ease. Her eyes then went to the center of the arena. A large, slowly rotating post went from the dirt floor to the ceiling. At about the six-foot mark from the floor, a long horizontal bar stuck out, and at the end of it was a long lead. Attached to the lead was Sabrina Carpenter, now in full ponygirl gear.

The petite singer wore a white leather bondage harness and matching head harness. At the sides of the head harness were two pink plastic blinders that kept her gaze straight ahead, a pink bit gag filled her mouth, and a large pink feather plume stood up from the center of her forehead. The lead from the device had been clipped to a D-ring at one end of the big gag, forcing Sabrina to walk in a large circle. Her arms were trapped behind her back in a pink leather single glove. She wore knee-high, pink leather boots, the bottoms of which looked like horse hooves, and of course, completing the outfit was the anal plug that was lodged up Sabrina’s ass, with a blonde ponytail on the back of it that closely matched Sabrina’s natural hair color.

Rosalie, the head stable hand, stood with her back to Emily, watching as Sabrina followed the device. In her right hand, she held a single tail whip with a long handle. The whip itself was still long enough to reach Sabrina as she passed, but the long handle made it easy to control. As Sabrina passed, Rosalie circled the whip above her head, then snapped it at Sabrina. Emily could hear the whistling swish as the whip sliced through the air, and then she heard the faint crack as the whip hit its mark.

“Knees higher!” Rosalie barked over the muffled sound of Sabrina’s scream. Emily began walking across the dirt floor, eager to see how Sabrina's training was coming along. When she got close enough for Rosalie to hear her footsteps, she turned towards them. "Mistress Emily, good afternoon. Have you come to check on your new pony?"

"I have. How's Sabrina doing?"

"She's doing very well, Mistress Emily. She's given up trying to fight when she's being bathed, fed, or having her gear changed." Rosalie's voice carried a hint of pride at the quick work that she and the other stable hands had done. "All that remains is to have her always keeping perfect form at all times."

Emily watched as Sabrina completed eight more laps and only got two more lashes of Rosalie's whip. Once for not keeping her shoulders back and once for not keeping her chin up. After Rosalie stopped the post from turning, Sabrina stood in front of the two women.

"Don't you make a sexy ponygirl?" Emily asked as she ran her right hand over the curve of the petite blonde’s ass. Sabrina snorted and stomped her right hooved boot twice. "Good girl," Emily said praisingly. "Although Sabrina isn't a good name for a pony. How about..." Emily paused as if she were thinking over options. In reality, she had already decided what Sabrina would now answer to. She was just letting the pop star's anticipation build. "Honey. Would you like to be called Honey?"

Again, Sabrina snorted and stomped twice. “A beautiful name for a pony, if I may say so, Mistress Emily.” Rosalie stepped closer, then undid the lead from the arm sticking out from the rotating post. “Would you like to help bathe her?” She asked as she offered Emily the lead.

“I would,” Emily replied with an eager smile. The two women began walking toward a pen with a hose in it that was used to softly spray Sweetheart and now the newly renamed Honey with warm water after their training sessions. Before the lead went taught, Honey began to move, prancing in perfect form. “I gotta say, Rosalie, I’m impressed you’ve been able to get her to come this far in a day.”

“It is my pleasure and the pleasure of the rest of the stable hands to see to every pony you bring here and guide them to perfection. Of course, they learn quickly that resistance will only get them whipped.”

“And skillful application of the whip can be quite motivating.”

“Truer words, Mistress Emily, truer words.”

The pair guided Honey to the pen and removed all of her pony gear before gently shoving her into the pen. Then, carefully, as if not to spook a real horse, Emily stepped into the pen, turned on the water, and began to spray Honey with gently flowing warm water. Emily rinsed every inch of the petite blonde’s body before she used her hands to lather a chamomile-scented body wash over her body, then rinsed it off. Next came an apple-scented shampoo, then a similarly scented conditioner for her now pony’s mane. Once Honey was clean, Emily dried her off with a thick plush towel.

“Would you like to put a scented oil on her before I put her in her stall for the night, Mistress Emily?”

“I would.” Rosalie motioned to five bottles of body oil that she had set out on a ledge near where the hose hung. One smelled of roses, one smelled faintly of lemon without being overpowering, one smelled of lavender, one smelled like coconut, and the last smelled like strawberries with another faint smell that Emily couldn’t quite place. “I’ll use this one.” Emily smiled as she picked up her chosen bottle. “It seems fitting; I love chamomile and lemon tea, especially with a little bit of honey.”

Emily poured a small amount of the oil into her hand before rubbing her hands together. She then started to glide her hands over Honey’s body, giving her freshly washed skin a glistening glow in their wake. As she did this, Honey stood perfectly still, moving only when Emily softly encouraged her to do so. By the time Emily was done, every inch of Honey’s skin glowed softly in a light layer of the scented oil. She was then led out of the bathing stall, and her pony gear was put back on.

Emily watched as Rosalie led Honey from the bathing stall to the stall that had been prepared for her. It was kept at exactly seventy-five degrees Fahrenheit and consisted of a toilet and a bed of soft straw with lavender-scented bedding on top of it. Emily watched with fascination as Rosalie slipped on a clear mask with a large clear hose leading up to the ceiling.

“Feeding time,” Rosalie said, as if sensing Emily’s unasked question. She flipped a switch outside of Honey’s stall, and a faint whirling sound could be heard before a substance that reminded Emily of vanilla pudding was pushed down the hose and into the mask. Honey began to eagerly lap it up as it entered the mask.

“What is that?”

“That, Mistress Emily, is an easy-to-digest, highly flavorful, and nutritious mix of nutrients. It’s vanilla-flavored. I find that Vanilla is rarely an offensive taste to ponygirls, and the scent is familiar and calming, much like the lavender scenting on the bedding.

“I love my life,” Emily thought as she watched Honey continue to lap up her meal.

Who will Jessica choose to join the harem? Answer in comments.

A) Rylee Starr

B) Ashley Pierce

C) Chloe Bennet

D) One of the others, who?