Half 42: Welcome Again
By Firefly
…Pissed off noises from the tack room? Perish the thought. No pony went in there and received flustered whereas being tacked up! It was a particular expertise full of pleasure and emotion.
Nevertheless right now the emotion was pure frustration.
“They match after I retired!”
CRACK! The sound of a crop hanging a naked thigh echoed via the room as a pissed off huff got here from Aria as she leaned over the dressing rack. Regardless of being snugly secured by a number of straps she managed to shoot a flustered have a look at Sophie who was tugging the hoof boot off of Aria’s leg with a sigh. “Regardless. They do not match now. They’re going to must be taken out barely.”
Sophie stood up, setting the pair of black and inexperienced leather-based boots on the close by desk, occupied by a dozen different items of tack, which regardless of their age had been properly taken care of via the years. Whether or not by Sophie’s arms or by Aria’s when she was feeling lonely and nostalgic.
“Taken out? Are you calling me fa–” Sophie jammed the tip of her crop into Aria’s mouth, forcing her head as much as face her and elevating an eyebrow.
“You already know. For somebody who has run a ponygirl steady for properly over a decade. You’d assume you really bear in mind the foundations you tout so usually.” Aria twisted and turned her head to try to free the crop tip from her mouth, however Sophie stubbornly held it there.
“Seeing as your reminiscence is slightly fuzzy on the topic. Let’s refresh. Lets? Stomps solely or so assist me you may be retiring to your stall with an ass that’s black, blue, and all the pieces in between, understood?” She requested, watching Aria with intense inexperienced eyes.
Aria set free a flustered noise however nodded.
Sophie slowly withdrew the highest of the crop giving her the prospect to stay quiet, permitting her to submit. When no voice got here, Sophie nodded in approval.
“There is a good pony. Now, Let’s offer you a little bit of a refresher. You are an animal throughout your time on the barn, a pony to be particular. Ponies do not converse, they impart solely via physique language, stomps, and noises. A rule I bear in mind you struggling to comply with again if you first began again within the day. In the event you dare to talk, you may be swiftly corrected. Reply correctly, and you will be acknowledged. It is a pretty easy rule and whilst you’re in my care in right here, you may obey that straightforward request…Oui?” She requested, her French accent slipping into her phrases as she crouched down and smiled.
Aria nodded and gave a single stomp of her naked foot on the ground. Being bare was embarrassing sufficient. However then, what had she anticipated getting again into hooves? To be handled in a different way as a result of she ran the barn?
“You could reset your mind-set. If you’re in tack, on this barn, you aren’t Miss Aria, head steady mistress. You might be Twilight, a really proficient pony and the previous dressage champion who impressed many who stay right here to today. In the event you assume your earlier place goes to earn you preferential remedy, you have received one other factor coming. Equality in all kinds, together with right here.” Sophie checked out Twilight’s tack laid out on the desk and sighed slightly bit.
“…Now. As I used to be saying earlier than you bought so pissed off and mouthy, your ft have gotten slightly wider through the years. So Christoph might want to punch out the leather-based slightly earlier than we get you into them. I am additionally going to get him to place some coaching sneakers on the underside, simply till you re-find your ft.”
Twilight stomped twice in response.
Sophie crossed her arms, “What? Do you assume you are simply going to slip into these hooves and be prancing about in mere minutes? That assured are you?”
Stubbornly, Twilight stomped as soon as.
“Inform you what. If you may make it via the afternoon within the spare set of hooves I’ll put you in, I will have Christoph not put the trainers on yours. Deal?”
Twilight stomped confidently and nodded.
“Nevertheless if you happen to fail, you’ll spend your entire day tomorrow, with these coaching sneakers, on the hotwalker till you are trotting with the perfect of them.” Sophie grinned extensively. The hotwalker was not probably the most nice of experiences. However it labored wonders for stamina coaching and cussed ponies.
Twilight narrowed her eyes, the freshly utilized olive inexperienced eyeshadow including depth to her squint as she stomped as soon as.
Sophie nodded, “Good. I all the time like to interrupt a cussed pony.” She moved about, working fingers alongside the remainder of the horse’s tack, “Now I feel the remainder of that is going to suit simply advantageous. You’ve got no further weight round your midsection, which is most spectacular given your lazy ass up in the home. Sooooo let’s get you prepared. First issues first, you showcase.” She scooped up a clear catsuit which served no function apart from to guard from the solar’s UV rays and squeeze the horse’s determine right into a extra nice form.
It took hour, however Aria was slowly modified from the proud proprietor of the steady, into the spitting picture of Twilight from a few years in the past, albeit slightly bit older together with her silver hair. The clear catsuit allowed all her tattoos to shine, an intricate bridle full with a inexperienced silicone bit that was jammed between her enamel, the blinders had been put aside for the second. About her midsection was a corset in black and inexperienced that accentuated her determine and a leather-based harness that clung round it and her physique.
Sophie ran her fingers alongside the armbinder that she’d simply completed lacing. It was a bit tighter than most ponies tended to partake, the armbinder was strapped right down to the harness about her physique. A posture collar saved Twilight’s chin excessive and targeted. General, it was a well-put-together set of tack that was solely introduced down by the marginally old-looking coaching hooves that her ft had been put in. Ankle-height black boots with anti-slip horseshoes on the underside.
Sophie moved round in entrance of Twilight, unclipping straps from the dressing rack and letting her get up little by little, “Hm. I am glad I made a decision to amass the tail to match your hair. I had thought-about providing you with a dye job, however the silver reasonably fits the look, Don’t be concerned your outdated tail is secure and sound..” She made a ‘image’ gesture together with her fingers and beamed.
“You already know. I all the time appreciated how your tack manages to cowl you solely and depart you nearly utterly uncovered on the similar time…” She reached out, giving an uncovered nipple a small flick, “We’ll get some {hardware} again in these after your first couple of days. Piercings is usually a bit annoying if you’re recent off the wagon.” Sophie rolled her neck and appeared in direction of the door.
“Properly, now that you simply’re tacked up. Why do not we take a little bit of a stroll and drop your hooves off with Christoph, you’ll be able to present me simply how assured you might be trotting about.” Sophie grinned, clipping a result in Twilight’s bridle earlier than scooping up the hoof boots off the close by desk. With out a lot as letting Twilight give any protest, she tugged her alongside in direction of the door.
By means of the door, they went, and never at a sluggish tempo. If Twilight wished to be cussed, she might pay for it.
Behind Sophie, Twilight stumbled in her hooves at first. Wobbling uneasily as she remembered that if she fell, there was little between the bottom and her face, or some other a part of her for that matter. Her legs shook barely by the point they made it to the door of the tack room.
~I don’t bear in mind it being fairly this tough.~
She advised herself in frustration, which solely constructed a bit extra as Sophie glanced over her shoulder, noting the little bead of sweat already on Twilight’s forehead.
“All the things okay pricey Twilight? You would not occur to be struggling in any respect. Not a assured pony such as you…” She grinned.
Twilight gave an indignant huff at Sophie and straightened up her posture, transferring to comply with the girl as she walked out the door. She almost tripped over the body of the door however stubbornly pressured one hoof after the opposite as she moved after Sophie.
Sophie was not merciless nevertheless, she understood simply how a lot of a change this was. Simply how a lot of a battle this was for any new pony, even an out-of-practice skilled pony like Twilight. So she slowed her tempo only a contact, sufficient in order that Twilight might discover a trace of confidence in every step and rediscover that stability that got here with strolling in hooves.
They moved via the barn, a number of understanding grooms watching with eager curiosity, a number of older ponies whinnying in greeting whereas the youthful ones, who had solely recognized Aria because the mistress of the property tilted their heads curiously, transferring to the entrance of their stalls to look at.
As they rounded the nook and headed to the Blacksmith’s store, they got here to a halt subsequent to slightly alcove within the wall the place a human-sized cat mattress had been tucked, through which none apart from the fiery pony Daydream was lazing. Sophie reached out, working fingers via the woman’s hair, “Look who came over the barn.” Sophie murmured.
The sleepy Daydream eased her eyes open, which solely went wider as she acknowledged the girl in entrance of her. Daydream gave Sophie’s hand slightly nuzzle, urgent a button in her hand to make her little speaker set free a curious nicker as she sniffed the air in Twilight’s course.
Twilight could not assist however smile. Most of them had been reasonably keen on Daydream, and Daydream had been round lengthy sufficient to have seen Twilight’s remaining days in hooves a few years in the past. She could not assist however blush softly as Daydream made her speaker set free a contented whinny, wiggling forwards and nuzzling up underneath Twilight’s chin affectionately, the scent of inexperienced apple fragrance drifting round Daydream’s kind.
Sophie stifled a chuckle, “Appears we aren’t the one ones that missed you Twilight.” Sophie mentioned with a delicate smile.
As soon as Daydream was executed giving the horse a heat welcome, Sophie tugged Twilight alongside, she was considering the assertion that Sophie had simply uttered.
‘Appears we aren’t the one ones that missed you.’
Twilight slumped slightly bit. She’d been away so lengthy she did not assume anybody missed her anymore, she’d graduated to her place as proprietor and steady mistress. It was a pleasant feeling that made little butterflies flit about her abdomen.
~Welcome again, Twilight.~ She advised herself, smiling round her bit.