When she left university Tegan Campbell could had her pick of any business to join, the young firey redheaded Scottish lady was top of her class in everything she set her mind to but a few eyebrows were raised when she chose a Stable managers job at her local Stables although there were three very good reasons ... For her anyway ... to go there, she was offered a fifty per cent stake in it, she loves horses and riding and of course it allowed her to indulge in her fetish of knee high riding boots, wore them all day every day and on the stables no one seen this as a problem, they weren’t to know she had a collection of identical pairs all in various conditions and for different purposes all custom made as she was fuller figured and was hard to get off the shelf ones in regular outfitters, no other footwear was in her house. Tegan was happy but would be happier if Nicola Hamilton would just go away

The stables had been in Nicolas family for generations and she inherited it after her parents death in a boating accident on holiday a few years ago. A typical stick up spoiled rich girl with an accent to match, at twenty six she was the same age as Tegan but she looked down on her business partner, after all Tegan was a fat little cow from a working class background with a common annoying Scottish accent. Despite rarely if ever riding and despite not even having a horse you always seen Nicola parade around in the best riding outfits money could buy, she supermodel curves and blonde hair a total contrast to Tegan

“people don’t care if the owner of the stables can actually ride, they want to come in, see someone who at least looks like she knows what she’s doing and it puts their minds at ease” she said one time to Tegan

Another thing they clashed over, despite making them more money than the stables has ever made before was Tegan hiring out the grounds for other things, weddings, parties, photoshoots. That sort of thing and she nearly exploded with rage when she seen the next venture she had hired the place out to, an adult magazine company ‘Big Fetish’ but Tegan tried to explain

“Look, Nicola, I admit it’s a bit weird but it will happen on a day we are closed so no one sees, besides they need a stables for their ponygirl shoot” she tried to give Nicola a reassuring smile “I’ll be there to make sure nothing crazy happens, your welcome to come too and supervise,. Besides look how much they are paying”, and she showed Nicola the letter, Nicola rolled her eyes

“Fine, I will be there but not a word to anyone about this, we can’t afford to lose people over something like this” and she walked out shaking her head

On the day if the photoshoot, both Tegan and Nicola were there in their riding gear, Tegan in her black turtleneck sweater, beige jodhpurs and her ever present boots, Nicola was dressed like she was going for the front cover of a horse magazine, tweed blazer, white blouse, white jodhpurs and knee high riding boots of the type usually worn in dressage. The photographer and his assistants were getting the lighting rigging set up when his phone rang, what followed looked like a very heated exchange that went on a good few minutes before he hung up and walked towards the ladies shaking his head

“Bad news, we have to cancel due to the model being double booked. We really needed it done today” he stopped and looked at Nicola admiringly “unless may I say dear lady, Miss Hamilton is it? That you have a wonderful body, I am suprised you aren’t a model” Nicola blushes and smiled

“Well I did do some modeling when I was still at school and when I went to university” she stopped and glared at Tegan who snorted and was stifling a laugh “but I gave it up for my studies” she finished

“Well, forgive me if asking you this causes offence but you are about wthe same height and body type as our model and...” the photographer started but was silenced by Nicola

“I am sorry you can’t get your model here but I have a reputation, imagine if people found out” she said in disgust, the Photographer looked at her up and down

“Any distinguishing marks or tattoos? Any way someone can tell its you if they couldn’t see your face?” Nicola shook her head “The model was to wear a full face mask, only the eyes and mouth showing so if you did do it no one could tell it is you, but I fully understand, I apologise for asking” and he walked away just as Tegan playfully said to Nicola

“It’s for the best, your modelling days are long gone, oh well back to the office and the lovely paperwork” she smirked again “honestly ... you ... A model ... As if” Nicola glared at Tegan

“I modeled the school uniform for the visitors handbook and was the subject of many art students masterpieces ... You know what?...” she said as she chased down the photographer and after a dozen reassurances that no one will know it was her, she agreed

She had to sign some papers first, which in her desire to show Tegan she was wrong to mock, simply didn’t bother reading any of it, she was ushered into Tegans horsebox that was just parked outside the stable entrance that was a makeshift changing room, she was told the model was bringing her own boots so Nicola asked if her own would be fine, the photographer said

“actually those would be better for what we had in mind, sure you can wear them” and Nicola, all excited went in to change, reluctantly asking Tegans help, first Nicola stripped off and got ready with help from Tegan, they put her riding boots back on her without the socks, Tegan suggesting it may help her get into the mindset for the photoshoot, then a black leather body harness that had a horse tail attached to the back, thick leather shackles were attached to her ankles and wrists, even with her boots on the ankle ones felt tight, the wrist ones were tight too but she didn’t want to complain, the leather mask that she was to put on had a black topknot ponytail, Tegan noticed it had small what they assumed ear holes and dangling was two earbuds that looked like the wires were sewn into the mask itself

“Interesting” she said nonchalantly, “maybe is some sort of ear defenders but we will leave them out” she shrugged as she eased it on Nicola checking the eye and mouth holes were in the right place and ecured the built in collar tight on the neck, a little box at the back of the masks collar did raise concern for Nicola but Tegan checked and put her mind at ease that it wasn’t some shock collar or anything, Nicola had seen dogs with similar things like that on their collars, taking a step back, Tegan had a good look at her

“Well they are right, there’s no way they can tell its you under that” she said with a smirk as she eased the harness with the blinkers and leather ‘horse ears’ attached

“Now for the awkward bits” Tegan smiled softly as she took Nicolas wrists and attached the shackles to D rings on the sides of the body harness at chest height making her hands dangle limply and then the bit gag that attached to the head harness, then she put padlocks on all the shackles, harnesses and collar, this got Nicola worried but Tegan held up a small key attached to a pink fluffy keyring

“It’s all for the cameras, besides I have the key and I will keep it safe” she put the key in the zip pocket of her jodhpurs “Don’t worry okay?” She looked at Nicola all restrained and tried not to laugh as she guided Nicola out to begin the photoshoot

After a tense and awkward first few minutes Nicola was happily playing up for the camera, cantoring about, wiggling her tail, striking cute poses, all the while the cameraman was snapping picture after picture

“You are a natural” she said “ better then the girl we nearly got, a real diva that one” when it was all finished and the camera crew were packing away, Tegan helped her back into the horsebox and went to get Nicolas clothes which were in a bag in Tegans car for safety when Tegan looked over the direction of the road

“Oh crap, it’s Diana” Diana Cravendale was one of Nicolas best fiends at the stables, Nicolas eyes went wide, she couldnt let her friend see her like this but Tegan thankfully was quick thinking

“just stay there and try and be quiet, I will try get rid of there as soon as I can” and she lifted the ramp up locking it in place, Nicola heard Tegan walk off ... Then nothing, her jaw was hurting Tegan could have at least removed the gag first, she heard the photography crew pack up and leave, she was suprised, didn’t they want the pony gear back? She heard someone come close, a car door and before she knew it the horsebox was on the move, she fell and thought it wise not to try get back up untill it stops, which it did mercifully soon after and the ramp came back down, Tegan was there, Nicola had never been more happy to see her but confused why she was somewhere else

“Sorry Nicola but Diana wanted to show her cousin ... Tessa is it? Around the stables” Nicola nodded, Tessa had just moved to the area “I thought it better bring you here to mine” Tegan had a small cottage as part of her contract with the Stables that had two small stables attaches, one was where she kept her stallion Comet and the other empty ... For now “I put your stuff in the spare stables” she said leading the confused ponygirl to the stables “You see my brother is staying this week and you wouldn’t want some sweaty ginger Scottish bloke with a beard lusting over you...” as they entered the stables Nicola noticed there was no bag of her things in the stable, infact apart from fresh straw and a large box in the corner it was pretty empty she felt her breasts get grabbed from behind by Tegan” ... I know I wouldn’t want a guy lusting over me ... I prefer girls, my pretty pony”

Nicola tried to resist but it was hard, she screamed through her gag for help but was pushed to the ground on her stomach and Tegan was on top, putting weight on her

“You stupid little rich bitch” Tegan said waving paper in Nicolas face “you know what these are, papers signing your half of the company over to me, a letter giving my power of attorney over you ... Amongst other things you need not bother your pretty head with now.” she laughed wickedly “you are so gullible, there was no magazine called Big Fetish, they weren’t photographers ... They were friends of mine who owed me a favour and if you know a bit about me you’d know I have no brother” suddenly a sharp pain shot up Nicolas ass, it was a riding crop “Now I don’t feel bad about programming you anymore, your halfway there, being so stupid and naive” she cropped Nicolas ass again and again and kept going, alternating sides to hit, Nicola was freaking out, programming? What does that mean?

Tegan had Nicola up and attached a chain hanging from the wall to her collar and pulled the ponygirl closer looking her deep in the eyes, stroking her leather encased cheek, Nicolas eyes wide and scared and the mask was sticking to her face with sweat