You Better Hoof It

“The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins gingerly sweeps a session room when she hears footsteps marching towards the entrance door. She’s dressed in her standard maid uniform while also sporting her tail belt and recently-polished black dress hind hooves. She grips tightly onto the broom handle until Katalina Star makes her presence known. Our redhead appears reticent until she notices her Mistress holding a suitcase. Last time Azurine saw Kat carrying a briefcase it was for their day trip up to San Francisco to visit the stables. Vebbins gives a saccharine-sweet smile before addressing Miss Star. Interestingly, Kat appears dressed in her formal riding apparel consisting of a traditional black jockey jacket, white button up dress shirt, white gloves, white riding pants, and black thigh-high riding boots. It should also be noted Star’s extended riding crop is secured onto the pants pocket on her dominant hip. Kat pats the riding crop twice to indicate Azurine had better behave today...even if Vebbins isn’t always quite sure how.

Azurine Vebbins: Greetin’s, Mistress. Do you have some-din’ planned on da agenda today?

Katalina Star: Was thinking a day trip to the beach. Go out there in my riding gear, get all hot and sweaty only to come back heavily fatigued and be needing the constant care giving of my already injured wife.

The domina, following her sarcastic tone, reaches swatting the head of the crop against Azurine’s arm.

Katalina Star: That’s one. What does it look like I’m here for?

Azurine attempted to choose her words carefully. While she had developed arm muscle definition from holding onto the bars inside her front hooves, they were still much weaker in comparison to her legs and tush. Still smiling sweetly and doing her best to not prance in place (which seemed to be a new nervous tic she developed during training with Fraulein Erika), Vebbins answers her Mistress.

Azurine Vebbins: To introduce your Hoofy into anoder aspect of polite and civilized ponygirl culture. At least dat is what I hope since I’ve grown to enjoy my time spent racin’, pullin’ carts, and performin’ carriage rides for you, Mistress. Statin’ fact, Miss Star...don’t want what I say to be misconstrued as braggin’.

Ms. Vebbins looks rather contrite as she has her hands folded in front of herself. She timidly clops her left hind hoof to signal her nervous vulnerability. Azurine trots herself over to a window where she sees four of Kat’s finest fillies connected to a horse trailer. Emblazoned along both sides of the trailer is the moniker “Hooferella.” Unlike last time when she was stuffed into the mobile stable, her eyes light up and she temporarily hugs Kat. The affectionate gesture is only temporary when she senses it may have been too spontaneous. She, Azurine, notices her front hooves in the southeastern corner. A gloved hand begins petting her hair gently while her tush feels a corrective crop smack.

Azurine Vebbins: Given how well my race filly trainin’ has been wid Fraulein Erika...does dis mean it’s time I learned how to be a show ponygirl as well, Mistress?

The reasonable redhead waits for Miss Star’s reaction while slowly inching towards the front hooves.

Katalina Star: I have games coming up in August, enough time to properly train and showcase a filly. So, yes, I intend you train you to be proper in stance and appearances. It...may prove a bit more difficult than racing.

Kat admits looking her Hoofy over indeed seeing the toned definition forming in her newest filly’s figure. It was on its way to Zahara level and, if Kat was being honest, that would be perfect. Any more and she’d be turned off from such a sight.

Katalina Star: Being a show pony means being perfectly comfortable in the role. People will want to come up and inspect. You’ll need to be obedient but, at the same time, you’ll need to know who to obey. You’ll be told to lift your leg, to neigh, to trot, people will take your reins to watch you go a circle. But only those that you know I know. This is why, when I say I aim to have personal fillies, they need to be marked as mine. There are some who would otherwise...take advantage of a showfloor pony. Especially those that hold no sign of ownership.

Slipping on her right front hoof, Azurine begins to get into the Hooferella mindset. She does her best to respond to the various concerns.

Azurine Vebbins: I would let dem know I am your showfloor pony, Mistress. But considerin’ you’ve been plannin’ to assist me in becomin’ comfortable in dis new role...how could oders now dat I’m yours? What would be proper? You can’t just add identification to my halo?

Vebbins feels her right arm tighten as she grips the inner handle. She waits to slip on the left front hoof until Miss Star can respond.

Katalina Star: I...could give you a tag to wear on your halo, Hoofy, but,

Crossing her arms and looking out the window, Kat lets out a sigh.

Katalina: It would almost feel wrong. It would feel like, as a dominatrix with her own slaves, I can’t train one of my own to be a proper filly. If people found out you weren’t actually mine...my credentials would plummet.

Azurine momentarily considers Kat’s perceived plight and looks out the window herself, with one front hoof on and the other front hoof off. She notices how blissful the four fillies below feel. Vebbins knows her girlfriend is very understanding about getting the alternative apprenticeship, training to become a filly, but in the end she tries a different tact.

Azurine: Speak to me like any of your personal fillies, permit me to show dose who wish to discredit you how hard-workin’, dedicated, and loyal I am to you, Mistress. Tag me and it never leaves my halo. I’ll wear it everywhere, in a proud yet humble manner. It will be like my mark since you and I know dis halo hasn’t left my neck since you broke my last one. It stays on and stays wid me. Permit me to shoulder deyr criticisms and nullify deyr false assertions.  Permit me to showcase why you have da greatest, loveliest, and most loyal fillies, Mistress. I’m ready to be your Hoofy, Miss Star...just have some horse sense and faid in me...please?

Azurine Vebbins then proceeds to get ready for transport by slipping on the left front hoof and inches away from gripping its inner bar handle. Hooferella does her best to be resolute after providing sincere rationale on why she could be trusted with a tag on her halo.

Katalina:So...what are you saying you’re willing to become here? Still as you are? Or will you take the plunge and go in deeper? It doesn’t need to be as deep as Bonnie or even as deep as any of the others with the whole 24/7 thing. I just...need to know clearly.

Azurine gazes gently into Kat’s eyes by telling her.

Azurine Vebbins: I intend to take a deeper plunge, Mistress. Not as deep as Bonnie or even as deep as oders who do da whole 24/7 din’, but I’m willin’ to plunge deeper if you permit me to sport an identification tag on my halo in lieu of a mark. If I’m becomin’ one of your personal fillies, den I know I can’t be just as I currently am.

Katalina: Very well. I can accept that. I’ll have Claire work something out you can wear.

Kat smiles taking the reins from Hoofy’s bridle and from the same device, the bit gag.

Katalina: Thank you for doing this, Hoofy.

Hoofy: You’re welcome, Mistress. Will you be in da trailer wid me to pet my mane while goin’ where we’re goin’? Would be hard to argue I’m not your filly if you’re da first handler people see pettin’ my mane...

Hooferella understands if she can’t but it couldn’t hurt to ask a pertinent question. Hoofy grips the inner bar handle on her left front hoof as Katalina responds while they head towards the trailer.

Katalina:  Why would I want to ride in the trailer. Hm? I’m not the horse, you are. The rider rides up front.

Hooferella nods her head and whinnies in submissive agreement. She begins to clop her hooves into the trailer as Kat closes the trailer door and secures it with a giant padlock. Miss Star then climbs up to the front of her carriage. Hoofy sporadically neighs a few times. Hoofy wanted her reins to be snapped by Kat, but understood she would be rewarded an experience those nags would not. While they were one of Miss Star’s finest team of fillies, none of them showed interest in crossing over/diversifying their training. After travelling a decent distance away from the Dungeon, Kat unlocks the trailer door, clicks in a tone Hooferella understands as “Get to trotting,” and watches as the ponygirl prances out onto a training field. Fans as well as professional photographers capture images of Kat stroking Hoofy’s mane. Based on their smiles as well as making consensual concessions to each other, some semblance of ownership had been established. Hooferella whinnies as the two head into a small facility at Kat’s racetrack. Photographers and others are then politely asked to vacate the premises since they got what they and Kat wanted them to come for.

Our scene transitions to inside the training facility. Similar to becoming a race filly for Katalina, there appears to be several training sessions where Hooferella will apply her craft. Hoofy moseys to the first station when Kat explains what would be involved in training.

Katalina: Stand here.

Kat points down to a spot over by herself. This training part doesn’t look too obscure. In fact, it just looks like a long, yet thin plot of dirt. Kat attaches a pair of weights to Hoofy’s ankles testing them out before digging the metal claws along the back of them into the dirt.

Katalina: Think of this as resistance training. For endurance. Walk down the dirt path in a straight line, then turn around and come down along the other end of it.That way you can see how you did before but we can compare the two. See if you’ve made improvement. Ingenious, no?

Not wasting any time to allow for a response, Kat gives Hoofy’s tush a firm swat.

Katalina: Giddy up!

Hoofy makes her best attempt to trot in a straight line. She struggles initially since she doesn’t remember having weights attached to her ankles before. Felt a slight blush in her facial cheeks receiving a firm swat on her tush. Kat’s ponygirl methodically turned herself around upon reaching the end of the thin plot of dirt. One of the metal claws dug slightly away from the path for a moment. Hooferella managed to course correct somewhat but she sensed her Mistress’ trained eye would be able to spot the minor deviation. She manages to make it back within a respectable amount of time. Hoofy clops in place upon reaching Kat and awaits further instruction. She smiles sincerely when Kat pets her mane while providing her assessment.

Katalina: And consider yourself a workhorse.

As she says that a woman in a gardening outfit comes from the side and begins to plant seeds in the freshly plowed out strip of dirt. Closing her eyes, Kat begins to inhale through her nostrils letting the air back out as a pleasured sigh.

Katalina: Mm, I can smell the roses already.

Taking hold of the reins close up to Hoofy’s bridle, Kat begins to lead her filly to the next station.

Katalina: You haven’t eaten since before coming here, have you?

Hoofy shakes her head to indicate she hasn’t. The easiest explanation would be Kat’s filly hadn’t expected to be whisked away today. She’s curious if Miss Star brought a feed bag, wanted Hoofy to eat from her hand, or had something else in mind. Kat and Hoofy arrive at the next station when the domina decides to pour some oats onto an outstretched hand. The filly immediately picks up on this and proceeds to nibble away and consume the grainy goodness right out of Miss Star’s hand. While her newest ponygirl is having a snack break, Kat proceeds to pet through her ginger mane and explains how the second training operates.

Katalina: Tell me, Hoofy, by intervals of ten, how many pounds do you think you can pull on a cart?

Hoofy stamps her closer front hoof twenty-six times to indicate 260 pounds. She chomps down on her bit gag. Miss Star’s still petting her mane and encouraging. Kat then indicates what Hoofy must do to complete this particular training station.

Katalina: Two-sixty? That’s...acceptable, I suppose.

Kat leads Hoofy to a set of tracks very close by where there’s a cart snuggled up on them. She begins to attach some leather straps from the cart to the waist belt around Hoofy.

Katalina: Seeing as I want to push you,

She says tugging down on a lever at the side of the cart activating some sort of restraint down by the wheels.

Katalina: I’ll start you at two-seventy. How’s that sound? Speak up if you have concerns.

Hoofy shakes her head no. She trudges with the cart down the track. In her mind, Kat’s newest filly knows she has to continue impressing. She builds up a head of steam as she notices Miss Star loading up the cart slightly. Hooferella remains determined to make it to the end of the tracks. Upon reaching the end, it’s revealed that including the cart itself Hooferella pulled 400 lbs. An increase of 65%. Hoofy catches her breath and then attempts to nuzzle Miss Star’s shoulder with her face.

Katalina: No, no. Stand straight.

Kat commands trying not to look like she was rather enjoying the nuzzle.

Katalina: I know you have your instincts, but remember being a proper filly means...being a proper filly.

Hooferella nods and goes back to having her chin up, neck straight, and facing forward. She smiles while chomping on her bit gag. Kat’s newest filly is lead to a third training station where Miss Star talks about how it correlates to being a show pony since it requires a tremendous amount of restraint and discipline. Hoofy nods and embraces whatever challenge Katalina is about to describe no matter how demeaning or demanding it might be.

Katalina: Consider this,

The domina starts as she cups a hand squarely in between Hoofy’s legs over her crotch.

Katalina: The judging platform.

She puts on a bit of pressure in her fingers awaiting Hoofy’s reaction.

Hooferella is caught off-guard, very vulnerable, but smiles and keeps her focus straight ahead with her chin up and neck straight. She didn’t expect Miss Star to cup her hand squarely over her sensitive southern region. Still, she knows she needs to be a proper filly and not disappoint Kat. The filly eyes the judging platform as Katalina continues speaking about the platform.

Katalina: Block it all out. Professional judges won’t penetrate, but even if they do either myself or Katie will be standing by to react for you.

Kat comes around sliding a hand along Hoofy’s leg and then to her arms giving her biceps a squeeze. Finally, she stops in behind Hoofy and grips the tail giving it a few playful tugs. Hoofy winces momentarily but again does her best to block out any possible pleasure that might come from being handled by Miss Star. She even does her best not to whinny unless told to by Kat.

Katalina: I could hear your wincing. I would suggest study this at home, but...it might be a little hard to explain to your lover why you aren’t reacting to her affection. So you’ll have to find a way to learn yourself.

She says letting go of the tail and comes back around front grabbing hold of the reins, clicking her tongue and giving them a gentle tug.Hoofy nods her head, she knows it was a momentary break in concentration. She would not make such a crucial error during an actual show pony competition. With some energy still left, she feels some weight on the small of her back and her reins still being held by Katalina. She begins to trot proudly knowing she will soon be loaded back into her filly trailer. However before that occurs Miss Star takes her newest show pony around for a few laps around the facility to further break her in.