Josslyn's continued pony training

"You remember what to do?" Josslyn teasingly asked Kennedy as the two twins walked side-by-side through the mansion's entrance hall and into the kitchen. Both wore simple tee shirts, short denim shorts, and sneakers.

"Please," Kennedy asked with a roll of her eyes. I go through that door," she continued pointing at the door that would lead down to the large and extremely impressive wine cellar. "When I get to the bottom of the stairs I go to the fourth wine cask on the left and knock three times. The attendant will let me in, I get changed and begin punishing whichever girls are brought to me for disobeying their master or mistress. How about you? Do you remember where you're going?"

"Out the back door there, off the terrace, past the pool, and down the hill to the stables. The same place I had my initial pony training here."

"See you later, Buttercup," Kennedy said with a slight laugh, using her sister's pony name before the two separated. Kennedy headed to the hidden dungeon, and Josslyn to the stables where the club's ponygirls were trained.

When she walked into the stables she was greeted by Stable Mistress Stephanie with a beaming smile. Her regular trainer had come the day before and now wore her typical dress. A collared shirt of varying color, today's was red. Khaki pants and knee-high dark brown leather riding boots.

"Stable Mistress Stephanie, how was your trip up?" she asked.

"Fine, Josslyn. How about yours?"

"It was good. Shall I get changed and meet you in the training area?"

"Please do."

"Yes, Ma'am," Josslyn said before turning toward and walking into the locker room. Once there, she found a locker with a nameplate that read "Josslyn/Buttercup. She smiled as she opened the locker finding a pair of thigh-high black leather hooved boots, a pink bondage harness, a black harness for her head with a built-in bit gag, two blinders, and two black leather horse ears. She quickly stripped herself naked and redressed in the provided her as best she could, fastening the bondage harness loosely, wrapping the head harness around her head and cinching it as tightly as she could, stepping into the hooved boots, and zipping them up.

Stable Mistress Stephanie smiled once again as Buttercup entered the practice arena and began prancing toward her. She stopped in front of her trainer and stood perfectly still. "Hmm, you got the harness tighter than most other ponies do," she said as she cinched the harness tighter. "The head harness is nice and tight though. Let's get the single glove on, and your tail in."

"Yes, Ma'am," Josslyn said placing her arms behind her back. Stephanie slid the glove over her arms and began cinching the straps tight, forcing her elbows together, and forcing her breasts out. Satisfied that the single glove was firmly in place Stephanie clipped a long lead to one of the rings at the sides of the bit gag and led Buttercup over to a large padded saw horse.

"Bend on over, Buttercup. it's time we got your tail in." Wordlessly, Buttercup lowered herself over the saw horse and waited. She only waited a few seconds before she heard the faint squelching sound of lube being squirted out of a tube and onto the large anal plug with a blonde horse tail at the end she knew was coming. She felt the cool lube press against her asshole and instinctively began pushing outward, opening her ass, and allowing Stephanie to push the plug in with minimal resistance.

Once her tail was put in place, Buttercup stood up and followed Stable Mistress Stephanie toward the center of the nearest available practice ring. As they passed through the gate a Stable hand handed Stephanie a long thin whip. As soon as Buttercup heard the whip snap against the packed dirt floor, she pranced to the end of her lead, then began prancing in circles around her stable mistress, keeping her perfect form look effortless.

"Very good, Buttercup. Three more times around, then we'll start," Stephanie said with a smile. She had not missed that all other activities stopped. Every single stable hand and mistress looked at them with looks of administration and envy. The other ponies looked on in wonder at how beautifully and gracefully Buttercup pranced. "I love having the pony that's the envy of the stable," Stephanie thought as she watched Buttercup make her last circle. "Whoa, Buttercup!" She shouted instantly bringing the blonde pony to a stop.

"Wow! Did you see her prancing?" one of the stable hands asked another. "Stephanie, how long has she been training as a pony?"

"A couple of weeks, for a couple of hours a day," Stephanie answered, offering a vacuum-sealed apple slice. Buttercup gobbled it down then obediently nuzzled Stephanie to thank her for the treat.

"Are you kidding? Some ponies train for a year and don't move that easily," the stable hand said as she took the long whip from Stephanie and handed her a riding crop.

"What can I say?" Stephanie said with a shrug. "She's a natural," she added before pressing the crop tab against Buttercup's ass. "Begin Buttercup," she said as she lightly struck Buttercup's ass.

Buttercup pranced four steps forward before stepping in place crisscrossing left over right, then right over left four times each. Then she turned in place and took four prancing steps backward before sticking her left foot out and tapping the ground thrice. Finally, she set the hooved boot down with her left leg out in front of her. She bowed low keeping her head tipped backward. For a long moment, there was complete silence then, as if at the flip of an unseen switch, the other stable mistresses and stable hands began to cheer and applaud as the other ponies stomped their hooved boots in approval.

"Excellent," Stephanie said with a smile as she lightly tapped one of Buttercup's breasts with the riding crop—the Silent command for a bowing pony to stand. "You are every bit as gifted as I had hoped," she added as she affectionately stroked Buttercup's cheek. "Again Buttercup!" she said before giving Buttercup another light swat on her ass with the riding crop.

Buttercup was made to go through the routine ten times. Each time she did, she was just as graceful and flawless in her movements. When Stephanie was pleased with Buttercup she led the blonde pony toward a side room. A stable hand guarding the door smiled as they approached, Buttercup still prancing ever so gracefully. "So, this is her," the stable hand smiled as she eyed Buttercup appreciatingly. "May I?" she asked holding her hand out toward Buttercup.

"Of course," Stephanie said giving a slight nod. The stable hand slowly approached and ran her hand along Buttercup's body feeling the curves of her breasts, the shape of her ass, the muscles of her long shapely legs, and lastly, the heat of desire between her legs. "She's a nice find Steph, I don't know if the club has ever had a pony as beautiful and gifted as Buttercup here."

"Agreed, but she was not my find. She walked into the introduction class of her own accord."

"You mean her dominant didn't command her to take the class?"

"No, apparently she had always liked the idea of being a pony on top of a submissive and asked him to allow her to attend my class, and he agreed."

"Lucky for us. Are you giving her some stallion time?"

"Yeah, I'd say after a display like that she has earned it."

"All the machines are empty so take your pick," the stable hand said with a slight laugh not missing how Buttercup rocked excitedly from hoof to hoof at the prospect of stallion time. Other than time with Carson, her sisters, and Sydney, she enjoyed stallion time the most.

"Come on, Buttercup," Stephanie said as she led her into the room. There she was placed over a long narrow bench that was rounded at the top, and covered with thickly padded black leather so she straddled it with her entire body. Behind her was a large piston-driven dildo. Once Buttercup was secured to the bench by four leather cuffs attached to the frame of the device, Stephanie adjusted the dildo so that the tip of it rested just inside Buttercup's glistening pussy. "You've been a very good pony Buttercup. Enjoy your treat," she said patting Buttercup on the head before turning on the machine.

"God I love this," Buttercup thought as she moaned into her bitgag as the dildo began fucking her with inhuman speed.

Who will we follow next? Answer in comments.

A) Kennedy in the club's dungeon

B) Sydney and Ellie, under Carson's direction

C) Something else, what?