A young draft Ponygirl and an older breeding mare

After sometime perusing the marketplace John finally settled on a stall with a selection of pony girls. There was a variety of young and old with various builds, from the powerful draft animals he needed and svelte, lithe ponies built for speed in racing to the glamorous and incredibly expensive show ponies who were used to compete in national events.

Looking over the line of various ponygirls, John managed to prioritise his selection based on the funds he had available. First and foremost he needed a strong draft animal which he could use to work his land with the limited equipment he had managed to snag from his father. He hoped increase his savings and work to expand by selling the produce he could grow on his property. With this in mind, his eyes were drawn to a particularly large specimen.

The tall Ponygirl was almost half a head taller than even the second tallest beast, who already towered over John, with thighs which rippled with muscle and a proud chin that jutted upwards with her obvious feeling of superiority. She was perfect for John’s needs. He expected she’d be able to manage most of the equipment solo if he worked her hard, which would save him a hefty sum on not having to buy a second such sturdy beast. Her price was certainly at the top end of his budget for a single beast as he supposed could be expected for such a fine animal. The gorgeous blonde mane and arrogant blue eyes certainly didn’t hurt her value in his estimations, nor the hefty weight of her bosom which perched high on her chest. She was young too, likely only a year or two past maturity which would hopefully make her a good investment for the future.

With a signal to the trader she was pulled from the line and the process of signing her over to him along with her documentation was begun. Whilst that was proceeding, John turned his eyes to see what he might be able to use his remaining budget on. The price of the majority of the other younger animals made him wince as his paltry leftover sum, let along the show ponies with their toned form and preened appearance. That left him with the older end of the spectrum, the working animals who had been put through hard graft already and the racing beasts who were past their prime and lost their value with their use. That was until an animal in the back caught his eye. It was a breeding mare, maybe in her mid to late thirties and past her prime for her role of birthing new ponygirls and ponyboys. She was almost ridiculously cheap with a very limited time left on her productivity. Yet for a young man like John she seemed perfect.

The mare had a glossy, almost midnight black mane crowning her mature and alluringly experienced seeming face with emerald green eyes. Her body was an almost perfect hourglass with a hefty pair of breasts that were only lightly sagging with her age and a set of broad hips which left no doubt as to her strong breeding heritage. The ponygirl’s limited remaining breeding time meant little to John, whilst her utterly devourable figure left him near drooling with desire. Such a low price for such a feminine and fertile looking beast was beyond a bargain in his opinion and he was soon handing over the requested fee for her to the salesman whilst attempting to restrain his lust.

A few minutes later and the ownership documents were signed and copied. With both being registered to him on the Ponygirl roster kept by the government and the certification papers being added to the - significantly lighter in coin - satchel bag which hung to his side. John couldn’t restrain the smile that spread across his face as he made his way back onto the road out of town, both his new acquisitions clomping along behind him at the end of their tethers.