BECCA
by
Richard Schaefer
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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Becca
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Acknowledgements
There are a few people I’d like to thank.
My wife and family who don't know that I've written this and would be shocked if they did.
Dee, a.k.a. ponygirl Ayree Winddancer, who first volunteered to look over my effort and has now become my collaborator and editor on this revised edition of “Becca”. In her human space, Dee, an avid animal lover, says she loves horses most of all and has worked with them for over 25 years. She has experience in training, handling and both English and Western methods of riding. She has breeding farm experience and worked in animal husbandry. She has had a lot of other experiences during her life and enjoys many interests in addition to the fetish world and bdsm. An avid reader, she likes to collect books. She has helped other writers and I'm glad she offered to do the same for me. She brought a lot to the effort. Speaking from pony space, Ayree Winddancer says she's kind of new to her pony space and pony play, but is learning fast. She enjoys going to events and munches and looks forward to doing more training and finding what she really may want. Both Dee and Ayree have given me a much better insight into the world of pony play. The result is what I think to be a much better book. I thank them and we hope you agree.
The people at Smashwords for giving me the opportunity to offer this book to you.
You readers for having the curiosity to purchase this book and see what Dee and I have to say. We would love to hear from you. If inspired, we may go on and write more about Becca and her friends.
BECCA
Chapter Index
Chapter 1 – Job Prospect
Chapter 2 – The Interview
Chapter 3 – Getting Becca Ready
Chapter 4 - Completing the Preliminaries
Chapter 5 - New Clothes
Chapter 6 – The First Night As A Pony
Chapter 7 - Initial Training
Chapter 8 – The Show Pony Emerges
Chapter 9 – Final Training
Chapter 10 – The Fair
Chapter 11 – A Day At The Fair
Chapter 12 – Afternoon
Chapter 13 – Business Is Business
Chapter 14 – Waiting and Learning
Chapter 15 – Beware the Beast
Chapter 16 – New Beginnings
Chapter 17 – Let the Healing Begin
Chapter 18 – Transformations
Chapter 19 – A Month of Change
Chapter 20 – Camp Pony Is Born
Chapter 21 – Camp Pony Day 2
Chapter 22 –The Ponies
Chapter 23 – Choices Made
Chapter 24 – A New Year
Chapter 1 – Job Prospect
Becca looked over her shoulder and watched as the white stallion approached. He was a big beast and clearly determined to make the most of his opportunity of finding her unattended in his paddock. His head bounced up and down and his tail swished from side to side while a low rumbling sound came from his throat. He was extremely agitated and feeling more and more in need of relieving himself. Becca knew she had been chosen as the means for his doing so.
She determined not to make it easy for him and started to turn so as not to present herself to him. It came as a surprise to find that her legs would not comply with her attempt. Becoming a bit alarmed, she looked down and found that her legs each had a cuff encircling it, with a chain attached that ran to pegs each set some way apart from her. Two things became apparent. First, she was unable to turn. Second, the chains kept her legs splayed so that her ass was kept open and gave the stallion even more encouragement to reach her.
Her panic mounted. She found that to be a somewhat strange concept as the stallion obviously had another meaning of “mount” on his mind.
He kept coming and she went back to looking at him as he drew ever closer. Now her panic turned to full blown fear as she saw the ever lengthening member growing between his rear legs. She had never been mounted before and fully did not know what to expect. That thing was so long and thick. If he tried to put it into her, the pain would probably be unbelievable if not downright unbearable.
The stallion was now directly behind her, pawing the ground with his front hooves and making strange noises from deep within his body. He emitted loud squealing sounds to further show the level of his now total arousal.
This just couldn't be happening to her. After all, she was not a horse. She was a human. Then she really panicked and started to try with all her might to move away from the stud. In that moment she saw her own tail raising involuntarily and knew she was wrong. She saw she was a horse. She knew she was a filly and was in heat.
The stallion reared onto his hind legs and moved into her. His forelegs straddled her back and his member, now fully engorged, began searching to penetrate her. God, the pain as he began to enter. In spite of herself, Becca lowered her head and pressed back with all four of her legs to open herself further and receive the stallion.
Suddenly, Becca could hear a loud buzzing and struggled to understand its source. With a start she came awake and blindly reached out to the night stand and the alarm that was sounding.
She lay in her bed on her side. She found she was breathing heavily and actually felt aroused. That same fucking dream again. It had now been going on for almost two weeks. Always the same. Always waking just as the stallion's penetration began. Always the same feeling of arousal when she awoke.
Rolling onto her back, her hands slid down her body, over her breasts, across her flat stomach and down between her legs. Yes, the wetness was there. Despite her panic and fear in the dream, she had been ready to receive the stallion who planned to master her.
“Oh God!” she said aloud. “What the fuck is going on?”
She kicked off the rest of the sheet and gazed down at her now fully exposed and damp, naked body. Parts were damp with perspiration and one area was also wet with arousal and anticipation. She liked sleeping nude and the breeze blowing in through the open window felt so good on her overheated flesh.
Slowly, her breathing eased and the flush of excitement subsided. But what the hell was going on?
She eased herself out of bed and went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower so it could warm up, and sat on the toilet to relieve herself. That was also part of the recent ritual. She normally had to piss first thing in the morning but, since the dream had started, she found she also needed to crap.
Finishing the job, she gave her bottom a casual wiping, flushed the toilet and stepped into the preset shower. The luxuriously warm water cascaded down on her from the overhead rain spout. She turned slowly under the head and let it flow over all of her body.
Her hands went down between her legs and she started to wash away the slightly sticky fluid she found there. Almost without realizing what she was doing, her fingers pushed aside the folds of her inner labia and first one and then two fingers slipped in and worked their way around her sex. Her other hand found her clit and gently rubbed over it. Unable to control herself, Becca began to undulate her body and moan with pleasure.
Becca lost track of how long this self gratification went on. At last she came back to the present with a shake throughout her whole being.
“God, get a grip girl,” she muttered to herself.
She took the shampoo and lathered her head. Body soap followed and a fairly rough going over with a pumice sponge. She thoroughly rinsed her hair and body. Moving out from under the shower head, she applied a liberal amount of shaving gel to each leg and used her safety razor to clean up the reappearing stubble. She gently did the same to where her thatch had been and between her legs while sitting on the shower bench with her legs stretched out in front of her. “About time for another waxing,” she said out loud before gently running the razor over her underarms.
Back on her feet and under the shower head, she quickly completed her morning ritual, turned off the water, stepped out of the shower stall and toweled herself dry. A quick brush of her teeth and gargle and she was done except for the twenty or so minutes it would take to blow dry her long raven hair.
Still fully naked, she returned to the bedroom and continued on to the small kitchen area. She really liked the feeling of being naked and often spent all weekend undressed unless she knew someone was coming over or she needed to go out. This, unfortunately, was Monday and she needed to get back on the job search that had proven a bust since she walked out of her last position with the bitch/witch of a boss.
The automated coffer maker had done its job and the smell of the freshly brewed pot was already spreading throughout the small apartment. She poured a cup and got some yogurt and a piece of fruit from the fridge. She then went through the living room and was about to open the front door to get the morning paper when she happened to glance into the door's full length mirror. “Whoops!” she giggled and quickly trotted to her bedroom for her robe.
The paper was within easy reach. She picked it up and reentered her apartment careful to securely close and lock the door behind her. The robe quickly came off and the naked Becca returned to the kitchen for her first cup of much needed coffee and what she considered her health conscious breakfast.
Done, she dumped the yogurt container and fruit rind in the trash, got herself a second cup of coffee and opened the paper to the want ads.
“Well, here's hoping,” she thought as she started to scan the ads. Fairly slim pickings, but it was Monday after all. There hadn't been much in the Sunday paper either. Continuing to scan the text, she stopped at the following:
“WANTED: General assistant to corp exec. Must be discreet, trustworthy and able to take orders without questions. Willing to work under boss in many ways. Recent college graduate preferred. Needs to be willing to travel on short notice, be away for extended periods and not have any permanent ties that could hinder discharging assigned responsibilities. Certain specialized requirements will be disclosed at time of interview. Call 844-467-4337 24/7 to schedule in person interview. If scheduled, bring resume including full disclosure of education and employment history. Salary and benefits open for discussion but will be considerable, including full medical care.”
“Wow!” she exclaimed. This sounded too good to be true. Should she call now? It did say 24/7. She picked up her cell and punched in the number. She fully expected voice messaging and was momentarily taken aback when she heard:
“Hello, Brian Rider speaking. Who's calling please?” a very businesslike voice asked.
“Hello,” she answered quickly. “My name is Rebecca O'Rourke and I'm calling about the ad in this morning's paper.”
“Ah, yes,” replied the cool, masculine voice. “I assume you are interested?”
“In all honesty, who wouldn't be? It sounds like a potentially fabulous position and I would like to be considered,” she replied while trying not to sound overly enthusiastic.
“Good, good. I must say you have a very pleasant telephone voice. You sound young. You must understand this is a very demanding and responsible position. You would be working directly under me although there may be occasions when I assign you to be of service to one of my associates. Do you think you are capable of that?”
“Well, I think I would need to know a bit more, but my initial reaction is it should not be a problem. My goal would be to please whomever I served.”
“What an interesting way of phrasing that. You sound well educated and refined. Please tell me a bit about yourself so I can determine if we should pursue this in an interview.”
“Sure Mr. Rider, what would you like to know?”
“Let's start with your college education and work experience.”
“I have a BA from Yale and am a Harvard Law grad. I was on the Law Review and graduated magna cum laude a year and a half ago. After graduation, I got a job with an international law firm in their human rights division and worked there until a month ago. To be honest, I left after a major rift with my boss who wanted me to perform certain acts on her behalf that I considered to be unethical and which I was, therefore, unwilling to execute.”
“Well, that's a bit brief, but I don't see it as an impediment to our continuing. I especially like your candor. How about some personal facts, such as attachments? I know that may strike you as a bit strange, but I need you to show trust in my reasons for asking.”
Thinking it was in fact a bit out of the ordinary, Becca nevertheless said, “Okay, that's not a problem. I'm twenty-six and live alone. My parents are both deceased from an automobile accident five years ago. I have no siblings, no boyfriend, significant other or fiance. I just moved back into the city about two weeks ago and really haven't established any contacts being totally directed towards finding a new position. I know that's not much, but I'm afraid it's all I've got.”
“Not to worry Rebecca. You're doing fine. Now how about personal attributes? I operate in a circle of significant people. I attend many social and philanthropic functions in addition to my many varied business associations. My assistant would accompany me to most of these and I would prefer for that person, either female or male, to be somewhat attractive and able to interact well with people of a substantially higher social level. One other thing, how do you prefer to be called?”
While she thought this was really getting a bit deep over the phone, Becca figured she best keep it going. She wanted that interview and she was beginning to think she really wanted the job.
“First, I like being called Becca and please never Becky. As I said, I'm twenty-six. I'm five foot six with what I like to think is an athletic build. I work out to keep in shape, mostly running and modern dance classes. I have black hair. Some people claim it almost seems to have a deep purple tint. My eyes are violet-blue. As with most girls, er, women my age, I am fond of shoes, especially high heels, and currently fashionable clothes, except for not having the money to buy all that I would like.”
“My, my Becca, you sound very attractive indeed! Without getting your hopes up unduly, I'm beginning to think we may be a good fit. Any hobbies or special interests?”
“Well, Mr. Rider, I love horses, riding, running, dance, a good book and travel. Going out for a good time is great. I must admit, I find that men seem attracted to me and, if I may be so bold, find me easy to look at.”
She regretted this last bit as soon as she said it and was greatly put at ease when Mr. Rider broke out in laughter.
“Oh my! You may yet prove to be a bold and sassy one. Don't be upset my, as yet, unmet Becca. I think you have cleared the first hurdle in fine fashion and we need to meet face to face. Is that agreeable to you? And, please, call me Brian.”
“Mr. Rider, I mean Brian, that sounds great. What would be convenient for you?”
“Well, let's see. It's 9:00 AM now. Would 1:00 PM this afternoon be okay?”
“Oh, that would be just fine. Where are you located?”
“Becca, you are about to take the second hurdle. Again, you may think this strange, but it's another part of building trust between us. I want you to follow my instructions to the letter.”
“Sure Brian, give me a sec to get a pen and paper.”
“No, no Becca. They aren't that complicated and you must not write them down nor tell anyone else where you are going. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Brian.”
“Fine, now listen carefully. You are to leave your apartment by 10:30 and take a cab to Central Station. Once there, walk through the station from First Street to Third Street. Take another cab and go to the interurban station. Catch the 11:30 train to Rockton but be sure to get off at Harwood which is the stop before Rockton. When you exit the station look for a stretch limo with the license RIDEEM. The driver will be waiting for you. Say nothing to him. Simply enter and enjoy the ride. I must tell you, he needs to approve of what he sees or he will simply take you to Rockton where you will catch a train back to the city and we will have no further contact. Now, please repeat my instructions.”
Becca did as she was told to Brian's satisfaction and they said their goodbyes and hung up.
Brian sat back and looked up at the wall where a select group of portraits of past ponies hung on display. A smile spread across his face. This sounded good and he knew Becca would clear the second hurdle. After all, he had already seen her photos and she was just the type he was looking for. There might be a few modifications. There always were. Those would be easily taken care of under the company's medical plan. He picked up the phone and punched in a number.
The phone was answered after the second ring by a familiar voice.
“Thanks for the heads-up counselor. Yeah, she called. The newspaper plant with the ad did the trick. She'll be here around 1:00. I owe you one and I'll be sure you get a private viewing. Oh, you still have that stallion? Yes, that could be arranged. Ciao.”
Brian leaned back and the anticipation spread across his face as he began to feel himself growing hard.
Becca was a bit stunned. This morning had sure taken an unexpected turn. Brian sounded interested and way too good to be true. She allowed herself to daydream about possibilities. Contacts with socially significant people. Travel. Parties. Special assignments. Hold on! Just what would she be doing? She suddenly realized she had told him a good bit about herself, but really learned precious little in return. Heck, not to worry. The face to face would take care of that. She wasn't so proud as to believe she had more to offer than Brian did. He must be wealthy. Hopefully, he would be decent looking, personable and easy to work under. Anyone would have to be an improvement on Margo the bitch/witch.
What she hadn't told Brian was that Margo thought sleeping with clients, or potential clients, was a part or her job description. Becca wasn't a virgin. Hadn't been since before college. In fact, her willingness to provide sexual services for pay was what got her though college until her parents' estate closed and she had the money they left. That had allowed her to change to a normal lifestyle. She had vowed then never again to let herself be used except on her terms. She had kept that vow for almost three years now. That was a reason male friends were few and far between. She was determined not to sell herself cheap ever again.
Rousing from her dreaming, “Get on the stick, girl,” she thought. “Things to do. Clothes to chose. Shoes to pick. Makeup to apply. The right perfume, as if I have many to chose from.” Looking at her watch, she nearly jumped. She better get moving if she was going to be out of the apartment by 10:30.
She made it with two minutes to spare. A final look in the front door mirror told her she had done a pretty good job. The skirt was a straight cut that let one know she had an ass but was not provocative. The blouse was loose fitting but, thanks to what she had, left no doubt as to her sex. The black nylons spread up her legs from modest four inch heels, modest for her in any event. The jacket matched the skirt and could be kept buttoned or opened to allow for seeing the blouse and what lay beneath. The beneath was her secret. The hose were of the panty family and came up over the black string thong that was somehow wrapped around her waist and sunk deep into her ass without cutting into her skin. The bra was flesh tone, so as not to show through the blouse, and gave a hint she might not even be wearing one. It was low cut with some added push power from the sides and bottom to enhance the bust line, especially if she chose to put her shoulders back -- one never knew what might be needed to seal the deal. She planned to keep the jacket buttoned unless she thought Brian might benefit from a peek inside.
Satisfied, she buttoned the jacket and left the apartment. No notes. No instructions. No message on the answering machine. No telling a neighbor. After all, this was just a job interview. She should be back by 5:00 at the latest.
Chapter 2 – The Interview
Becca followed Brian's instructions to the letter. After all, they weren't that complicated. The inter-urban train pulled into Harwood on time at 12:35 PM. She still had no idea where she was going. It couldn't be all that far if the appointment was at 1:00. She was a bit surprised as to the number of people getting off at Harwood. The conductor paid no attention to individual passengers and she passed by him into, and through, the station with no one else seeming to pay her any attention either. Once outside again, she looked around but saw no sign of the promised limo. The crowd thinned until she was the only person still standing by the curb. She was beginning to think she had been set up when the car, if you could call this land yacht a car, pulled up to her and the back door opened on its own. A voice from within said, “Ms. O'Rourke, my name is Simon. You need say nothing. Please enter and fasten your seat belt.” She did as directed and, as the door closed on its own, she found herself being enveloped in fine leather.
“Ms. O'Rourke, I apologize for my delay. We may be a bit late in arriving. Mr. Rider has been informed.”
Becca almost replied but remembered she had been told not to speak to the driver even though he obviously could speak to her. She leaned back allowing the soft leather to further envelope her and glanced out the window. That was a surprise as they were so heavily tinted she could barely see out and what she did see resembled a scene from someplace beyond midnight. As her rear compartment was also shielded by even more heavily tinted glass from the driver section, she could not see at all through the front windshield. “Curiouser and curiouser,” she thought. “Have I fallen in with a Howard Hughes wanna be?”
The drive did take some time. At last, they pulled into a driveway that led back into a forested area. It was still a fairly long time before they pulled around a circular drive and stopped. Once again the door swung open as if by magic. Light flooded the interior momentarily blinding Becca with its brightness. The disembodied voice of the driver said, “You may get out Ms. O'Rourke. Mr. Rider is waiting for you.”
Becca alighted from the car and blinked at the brightness. She glanced around and could not help but gasp at what she saw. The house was huge and obviously located in a splendid estate setting. Turning, she saw the forest came up to within several hundred yards of the circular drive. It effectively blocked all ability for the house to be seen from the road, even if one knew how far away the road was. A side drive led around to the rear of the house. As the limo was moving in that direction, Becca guessed it led to a garage area and perhaps other secondary buildings. The circular drive defined a beautiful garden area. Topiary, shrubs and assorted flower beds shared space with a knot garden and was crisscrossed with several paths inlaid with some form of stone in random sizes, shapes and colors. A fountain stood at its center surrounded by a pool and sending a column of water up into the air from its very center. The whole sight was spectacular.
“Penny for your thoughts, Becca,” said a deep, yet warm and friendly, voice behind her.
She twirled around on one foot and now stood facing a very, very good looking man. She guessed him to be between forty and forty-five. He was very tanned and looked quite fit. His attire spoke of wealth, self confidence and a love for horses.
“Mr. Rider, I mean Brian, how good to meet you!” said a startled Becca.
“That twirl was quite a move. Are you always that graceful?” Brian said approvingly.
“High school ballet, dance classes and jogging three times a week,” announced Becca.
“Good for you!” Brian said, still using his approving tone of voice. “As you see, you've cleared the second hurdle. Simon accepts you and that is no small feat. He is very discerning and particular about whom he allows in my presence. Shall we go in and let me show you around my country cottage?”
“Country cottage!” she exclaimed.
“Oh, pardon me if I sound pompous,” giving her a self-deprecating grin. “My parents left this place to me. I usually operate out of much more spartan quarters in the city. This is a private retreat for special occasions and pleasures that are not available in the city,” he explained. “It lets me conduct some very special business in a way that is not open to prying eyes. I also use it to periodically recharge. I also like to interview prospective key employees here to avoid interruptions and ensure we can speak openly, while truly getting to know one another. Please, follow me.”
Becca was awed by the man and his world. He seemed in total control and completely self assured. She allowed him to take her arm and escort her up the path to the front entrance.
“Well, here it is,” he said as they entered.
“Brian, just how big is this place?” Becca inquired.
“Well, over thirty rooms including over twenty en suite bedrooms, several parlors, dining room, ballroom, den, library, game room, media room, kitchen, indoor pool, assorted other nooks and crannies as well as strategically located spare bath and powder rooms.” The answer was accompanied by a grin for the next words he spoke. “To tell you the truth, I think there are rooms I've never been in!”
Brian saw that Becca was very impressed and also that she was looking over his outfit with interest.
“There are also assorted outbuildings including a stable complex, garage, conservatory and quarters for the help who live on site. You will find I am quite fond of horses in general and ponies in particular. I was out in the stable right before your arrival.” Looking at her inquiringly, he continued, “You mentioned you rode and liked horses. If you like, I'll be sure you see the stable before you leave. I think you'll be impressed.”
“Wow, this place is unbelievable. I think I could live here forever.” She blushed with embarrassment. “Oh, I'm sorry. That was a bit presumptuous of me.”
“Not to worry Becca. It has that affect on people and you can never tell. If I hire you, you might be around so long this place becomes like your home away from home.” His easy grin faded. “But, before we get that far, you need to clear the last hurdle. You need to satisfy me that you are the one to fill my needs better and more fully than any other candidate. I think you have what it takes to do that. I'll be honest. You aren't the only candidate. The position has been open for a while. The ad was my latest attempt to reach out to as many people as possible for that one perfect person to work personally under my direction and change into all he or she is capable of becoming. From our brief time talking, and now meeting, I am becoming increasingly convinced that you are the one.” His tone now became one of businesslike briskness. “However, we need to sit down and discuss exactly what will be required of you. We can only do that if you are willing to first sign a nondisclosure agreement.”
“But, where are my manners?” he said as he interrupted his businessman self. “You must be parched and famished. I know you cannot have eaten or drunk anything since morning. What say we have a bite of lunch and something tall and cool? Then we can concentrate on my showing you around, answering your questions and seeing if we can come to a mutually satisfactory agreement. You see Becca, I'm just about satisfied you are the one to fill all my needs. The final decision will be yours. Okay?”
Becca was momentarily speechless. After a pause that she felt was way too long, she finally heard herself stammer, “Okay, that sounds like a plan to me.”
Brian took a small bell from the table in the entrance hall and gave it a ring. Almost immediately there was another person present. Becca didn't know where she had appeared from. It was a women dressed very properly, if somewhat severely, in a straight black dress highlighted by a pearl choker with some form of gold pendant suspended from its middle.
“Becca, please meet Ms. Cutter my housekeeper. You may call her Amber. She has been with me a while and knows all there is to know about Ride Em. That, by the way, is the name of the estate.”
“I'm pleased to meet you Ms. O'Rourke,” said Amber in a somewhat deep voice that almost sounded masculine to Becca.
“Pleased to meet you Amber and, please, call me Becca.”
“Amber, would you be so kind as to bring us something light and refreshing.” Turning to her, he asked, “Becca, what would you like to drink?”
“Oh, I'm not sure. Would lemonade be possible?”
“Yes, it would,” said Amber “and for you Brian?”
“Just a large ice water. Please bring the drinks and food to the summer room.”
Amber gracefully turned and left. Brian again took Becca's elbow and led her off towards what she supposed was the rear part of the house.
They passed through a series of beautifully appointed rooms until they reached a room that extended from the house and was enclosed on three sides by full length windows that had been swung open to let the breeze blow in through the screened openings.
“Brian, your home is beautiful. Each room is more spectacular than the last.”
“Thank you. That is very kind of you to say. Somehow I would expect no less from you. That is another reason why I think I am ready to choose you to be my very special personal assistant. By the way, if you look out the rear windows you can see the stable area.”
Becca's eyes had opened wide at Brian's remarks and she knew she had again flushed pink. She forced herself to look where Brain had indicated and saw an elaborate horse servicing facility. A vision of a white stallion flashed briefly in her mind's eye.
“Please have a seat,” said Brian and pulled back a chair so that Becca would be seated looking out onto the rear grounds. Becca sat and Brian took the place across from her. He placed the bell he had brought with him on the table and sat back.
Amber reappeared with a silver tray holding two glasses and some assorted finger sandwiches and fresh fruit. She placed it carefully on the table and laid out plates, cutlery and linen napkins before each of them. She placed a tall glass of lemonade by Becca and a glass of iced water before Brian.
“Will there be anything more Brian?” she asked.
“Not at present. Thank you Amber. I'll ring if you're needed.”
Amber left. Brian picked up his glass and, looking deeply into Becca's eyes, said, “May this be the first of many meals together and the beginning of a long and mutually beneficial relationship between us.”
Becca raised her glass and they both drank deeply. Becca noticed the lemonade was freshly made but had a slightly more bitter taste than she was used to. She chalked it up to it being made from fresh lemons.
Brian passed the plate of sandwiches to her and she carefully took three wedges and placed them on her plate. Next came the fruit. Grapes, orange slices, apple wedges and some things she did not even recognize.
Becca suddenly felt quite hungry but took her time and ate with as much delicacy as she could. Brian continued to look at her as if continuing his appraisal of his choice in a new assistant.
Becca finished the food and the rest of her lemonade. Brian had not said anything in the time she ate and had himself not eaten anything at all.
Her plate and glass empty, Brian broke the silence, “Feel better? I didn't want to intrude with idle talk while you enjoyed your food. Food can mean so much and should be savored.” He continued solicitously, “Would you like anything more?”
“Perhaps a bit more lemonade if it would not be an inconvenience,” replied Becca.
“Not at all.”
He rang the bell and Amber was instantly there as if she had been waiting just outside the room's entrance.
“Amber, some more lemonade for Becca, please. You can bring it to the den. It's time to get the nondisclosure form out of the way and get started.”
Amber was instantly gone. Brian offered his hand to Becca as she rose. Strange, she felt a trifle light headed. Brian put his arm around her waist as he guided her from the summer room and down a couple of doors before entering an elegant room that obviously served as a male bastion. Wood panelling was on all the walls. The furniture was of massive wood. Cherry thought Becca, slightly distracted. The chairs were overstuffed and covered in rich brown leather. A beautiful carpet with a hunter motif was on the floor.
Becca felt even more light headed and barely glanced at the portraits on the wall across from what had to be Brian's desk. He guided her into a chair so that she could not see the paintings.
“Now my dear. It's time to sign that agreement.” Brian sounded amused. Becca was too muddled to understand why that would be. “It's a simple straightforward thing my attorney drafted. It simply says you will not disclose anything you learn during this interview or while in my employ. It further states that, should you be employed by me, you will accept and discharge all duties assigned to you without question. In return you will be paid $250,000 per year as well as a contribution of 20% of your base salary to a retirement fund. You will also receive full medical care for all needs arising during your period of employment.” He continued, still smiling at his secret, “The employment period will be for an initial term of five years subject to annual compensation adjustments. After five years, you will be free to terminate your employment or enter into an extension for an additional five year term. These renewals will continue so long as we mutually agree. I know you are an attorney yourself with excellent legal qualifications. I don't want to push you into anything you are not ready to fully and voluntarily accept. However, we cannot continue until you have shown this act of trust in me and trust in what I have planned for you by signing the agreement.”
He went silent and sat back as Amber entered the room and placed another glass of lemonade before Becca.
“Take your time, Becca.” He smirked again. After all, time was on his side! “Drink your lemonade and think of what I have just told you. Once you sign the form I will begin to describe exactly what will be expected of you. Even after you sign, you can back out of the agreement for forty-eight hours with no questions asked. All you need do is tell me no.”
Becca sat in ever more muddled thought. Her head swam increasingly with each passing minute. She absently lifted the lemonade glass and drank until the glass was empty. Something in her mind said that was not a well-mannered thing to do. Something else seemed to be warning her to slow down. The offer was better than she had hoped of receiving. She could back out within 48 hours simply by saying so. She picked up the document but found it hard to focus on the words in front or her.
Brian handed her a pen and guided her hand to the signature line. She heard his voice coming from somewhere beyond her, “Sign now, Becca.”
She signed her name and almost immediately drifted off into a deep slumber.
Brian looked at her sleeping features. God, she was a beautiful creature. Her pictures had not done her justice. Margo truly was owed something big for this one. He eased himself from his chair and walked around the desk to her side. He softly called her name several times. Becca did not stir. He eased her forward in her chair and removed the jacket from her sleeping body. There was plenty of time, but he had to have one look. Bending forward he undid the buttons of her blouse and pushed the sides apart. The bra was a front closer. So much the better. He undid the clasp and the bra immediately sprang apart to reveal her perfectly formed, if a little on the small side, breasts and the fabulous tits whose nipples had decided to become hardened and jut out further. They were good, but would be made better. He was tempted to explore more but decided to exercise control.
Brian rang his always handy bell twice and both Amber and Simon answered the summons.
“She's signed and sealed,” said Brian. “You can now deliver her to her new home and get her prepped for the first steps. Be sure to keep her sedated for the next forty-eight hours. We don't want her to back out now. Once the forty-eight hours are up, she will be all mine.”
Brian laughed as he went out the door. Amber and Simon placed Becca into a wheelchair that had been secreted in a corner of the room. They wheeled the sleeping body out through the summer room doors and along a path leading to the long stable structure set a short distance from the house. The building was surrounded by exercise rings, paddocks and other facilities obviously used by horses and, more importantly, ponies. Becca was going to her new home and the start of her life as a ponygirl.
Chapter 3 – Getting Becca Ready
Amber and Simon rolled the wheel chair into the stable. They took Becca to the far end of the structure and into a specially outfitted room that contained a large array of medical equipment and other paraphernalia. Simon lifted Becca from the chair and laid her out on a medical examining table. Amber quickly stripped off all her clothing. Special cuffs were attached to each wrist and ankle as well as a kind of belt around her middle. Large rings protruded from each cuff and from several places on the harness which was tightly cinched around her middle and extended from just below her breasts to just above the silky smooth expanse of skin where her thatch had once grown. Ropes were passed though the loops and extended to hooks found along the edge of the table. The ropes were pulled tight and secured to the table. Amber now fitted a collar around Becca's neck. It was about three inches wide and of stiff leather. Rings also jutted from both sides and ropes were passed through and fastened as the others had been. This worked to prevent the girl from turning her head side to side. Next came a set of blinders that were strapped to her head. The side flaps would more fully prevent Becca from being able to see to the sides along with the collar which prevented her from turning her head. Becca was now securely attached to the table and unable to do much more than wiggle if she should come to.
By the time this was done, Becca had started to stir. Amber quickly attached several monitors to parts of Becca's body. She took some readings as well as using a blood pressure cuff and stethoscope to check vital signs. Satisfied, Amber prepared a syringe and gave Becca a shot in her left thigh. Becca's body went totally limp as she drifted away to some dreamless universe.
This went on through the day and night until the next morning. Becca drifting close to wakefulness only to be sent back to that other place by another shot. Amber and Simon stood watch in shifts. Brian never appeared.
Early in the morning Brian walked into the room together with another man dressed in the white smock of a doctor. If fact, Brian and his staff addressed him as “Doctor” without mentioning a name.
The Doctor was informed that Becca had now been sedated for some fifteen hours and would need to remain so for another thirty-three. The Doctor nodded and proceeded to give Becca a thorough examination. He directed Amber to give Becca an enema and a thorough bathing. This took some time to complete. All the while, Becca slumbered on.
Next, Becca was repositioned on the medical table. This time she lay face down. She was not restrained as before. The blinders, collar, harness and all cuffs had been removed. Becca was now fully exposed and continued sleeping peacefully. The Doctor next directed Amber to harvest a considerable portion of Becca's lavish, raven head hair. She was to take care to extract as many hairs with the follicles attached as possible but avoid the strip down the middle of Becca's scalp. The harvested hair was to be kept for further use. Amber did as she was told with some reluctance as the hair was so beautiful where it was. Becca's hair must be nearly two feet long, if not longer. When implanted, it would make a gorgeous mane and tail that would only get longer with time and the Doctor's hormones.
When done, Amber shaved the remainder of Becca's scalp still leaving the strip running down the middle of her head. The Doctor then had Amber liberally coat the back of Becca's body with a special hair removal compound and let it stay in place for the prescribed time. When the time was up, the compound was washed off and a special abrasive cloth used to remove any remaining loose hair. Then Becca was dried. They turned her body onto its back and repeated the process on her front side from top to bottom. Special care was taken around the area of her vulva, including clit and labia. Amber plucked all of Becca's eyebrow hairs until no visible trace remained. Hair removal compound was also applied after special pads had been put in place to protect Becca's eyes. Again, washing and a wipe down followed the required wait. The Doctor stepped back and inspected his work. Not bad, so far.
Brian stepped forward and ran his hands over Becca's body. They again turned her and he repeated the process. Good. She was soft and pliant and silky smooth to the touch. It would be even better after the next step.
Becca had started to stir again. Amber moved forward with yet another shot, but the Doctor waived her away.
“We need to start the hormones and muscle relaxant. No more of those injections for now. It will be okay. The muscle relaxant will make it impossible for her to speak or open her eyes.”
These new shots were duly administered. Becca's head lolled from side to side. She seemed to be trying to speak but her mouth did not open. Some movement seemed to occur beneath her closed eyelids but the eyes stayed shut.
The Doctor next wheeled a device over to the table. He swabbed the shaved portion of Becca's head with a topical anesthetic. Turning on the machine, he donned a set of magnifying glasses and set to work using electrolysis to kill off as many of Becca's remaining hair follicles as he could find.
“How long Doc?” asked Brian.
“I will work for about an hour at a time and then take a half hour break. It will take almost twenty-two hours to complete the entire process. Thirty hours if I am permitted to sleep.”
“That will be fine. She will still have about three hours to go before reaching the magic forty-eight. Take your time and stay rested. There is no need to hurry. Better to strive for perfection than to rush. Will the hormone injections and muscle relaxants be continued throughout?”
“Yes. The hormones must be given time to work. We want those lovely breasts to plump up close to a C but no more. That shouldn't take too much. You want her bigger but not a cartoon caricature. The other hormones are to increase her sexual urges and make her more aggressive in wanting to satisfy them. At the same time we want to suppress ovulation and eliminate her menstrual cycle. We don't want a pregnant pony nor one who gets all messy once a month. That adds nothing to your pleasure. Since you specifically forbid my doing anything surgically, this is our best option. It is equally effective if more costly and time consuming. We are giving her other compounds to limit hair regeneration. That, together with the electrolysis, should keep her smooth and clean for perhaps years. It is fairly new and I am eager to follow its progress. Lastly, I am introducing some special genetic derivatives to improve her equine responsiveness and make it more automatic. This should increase over time and with training until she truly thinks she is, and responds as if she is, a pony.”
“As I said, take your time and money is no object. I want her free from scars and other blemishes to the greatest extent possible. What I may inflict during training will easily heal.”
Brian left and the Doctor returned to his work.
Brian returned at intervals throughout the day and into the evening. Intravenous tubes had been inserted into Becca and she was being nourished and kept hydrated. Around seven that evening the Doctor called it a day. Becca was given another enema and cleaned up. This night her arms and legs were encased in soft restraint sleeves and bound to the table. Another restraint was wrapped around her torso and also secured to the table. Satisfied she was not going anywhere, the Doctor gently rubbed his hands over her head and body down to and between her legs. She was silky smooth everywhere and should stay that way for a very long time. The Doctor walked from the room for some much deserved rest. He had done a good day's work and was pleased with the result. Tomorrow this phase would be complete. A few days healing and the next phase could begin.
The Doctor was back with his patient by four in the morning. He felt rested and ready to complete the electrolysis. He donned his magnifying glasses and turned on the overhead light array. As he bent over Becca, a frown began to spread across his face. It was clear that what looked good last night did not look as good to his, now more, rested eyes. He went over Becca's mostly hair free scalp, between her legs and where her pubic thatch had been. “This will not do. No, no. It must be better. It must be as perfect and complete as I can make it. I need more time. Perhaps another day, even two,” he thought to himself.
“Good morning Doctor. How is our pet this morning?”
The Doctor had not heard Brian enter the room.
“Oh, Mr. Rider, I am so sorry,” he said with obvious distress.
Brian became concerned and strode up to the table. Becca looked fine to him. She was breathing evenly. Her breasts rose and fell rhythmically.
“What's wrong Doctor?”
“She has stubble!” the Doctor blurted. “There is too much stubble. I must do more electrolysis. I beg you to allow me more time. I want you to be satisfied and she to be as perfect as possible. I will not charge you more. I clearly underestimated the amount of work needed. This was much more than I have ever attempted before.”
“There, there Doctor. Ease your concerns. How much more time do you need?”
“At lease a full day, perhaps two. The backside will not take long but I must spend a good amount of time eradicating all I can from the head and the genital area. That will be the most time consuming, because of the care that must be taken. The tissue there is so tender and sensitive. I must go slow.”
“Doctor, I must admit this is a bit of a disappointment. I wanted to move forward as quickly as possible. However, I bow to your superior judgement. Art should not be rushed and you, my good Doctor, are an artist. Take all the time you need. Just keep me informed of your progress. I know the hair removal must be followed by the mane and tail implants and the piercings. I understand that he then will need a bit of time for healing before we move ahead. Take the time you need to give me the masterpiece we both envision. You will be paid for your efforts so long as I am satisfied with the end product. You have my word on that.”
Brian left with the Doctor's effusive gratitude ringing in his ears.
The Doctor went back to his work with a renewed zeal. He would not disappoint his client. Becca would be his masterpiece.
At three that afternoon, Becca's forty-eight hours ran out.
Brian reentered the room with two champagne flutes in his hands and a broad smile on his face.
“How goes it Doctor?'” inquired Brian in a cheerful voice brimming with the sense of triumph he felt.
“Fine. Again thank you for being so understanding. Come and see. I'll show you what I have accomplished.”
Brian joined the Doctor at Becca's side and offered a flute to the Doctor.
“First, a question for Becca and then a toast. Becca, do you have anything to say to me?”
Becca stirred a little and it seemed she tried to turn her head in Brian's direction. She remained silent.
“Well, then, as you seem satisfied with our arrangement, I take pleasure in congratulating you for crossing the threshold into your new life. May it be long and the pleasure you receive and, in return, give be full, complete and lasting,” he said, toasting her in a voice that dripped with sarcasm.
Brian and the Doctor both drained their flutes and placed them on a side table.
“I'm sorry you could not join us, Becca. Maybe later, but champagne might not be good for ponies. What do you think Doctor?”
“An occasional glass would do no harm, but only after she has been off the muscle relaxant for twenty-four hours.”
“Oh, are we stopping it now?” Brain asked with a tinge of surprise in his voice.
“Yes, that part of the medication process can be stopped. With what is already in her system, she will remain docile for about two more days. Plenty of time to finish the hair treatment especially as I am using topical anesthetic to control any discomfort. I also want her conscious when I do the hair implants and body piercings. Of course, local anesthetic will be used. She will feel no pain and be alert almost immediately after the procedures are done. Now, let me show you my progress.”
The Doctor gave Brian a pair of magnifying glasses identical to his own and spent the next few minutes helping Brian to explore by sight and touch the further work he had been performing.
By the time they were done, both men could feel their stiffened cocks and looked at the other's groin with clearly self satisfied grins on their faces.
“Well, Doctor, I don't think you need worry about my being satisfied with your work. She is incredible. I never would have dreamed a woman could be so appealing once her hair was totally removed and her skin so accessible to the touch. I find no trace of stubble where you have completed your work. I assume the rest will be as smooth and silky once you are done?” said Brian in a voice that almost cooed with approval.
“Brian, I assure you it will. The extra time is all I need to reach perfection.”
The Doctor completed the hair removal and follicle eradication process early that evening. He then directed Amber in how to treat Becca's skin with special emollient creams containing Manuka Honey, to ease any residual irritation and quicken the healing process.