Chapter One: Taken

It was close to the end of the business day but the normal mass exodus from the Riverside, CA multiple storied office building had not yet started. The young man stepping from the building and heading into the parking lot was dressed in business attire and carrying faux leather covered document holder while walking quickly in the direction of his car. He was somewhat nervous and excited having just come from a job interview with a financial investment company and was reviewing in his mind how the event had played out. He was very preoccupied and knew it would take a few hours before his thoughts and emotions would return to a slower and less intense level. He was only 23 but was tall at six foot four inches, athletically built and had in fact played athletics throughout his school years, and was reasonably handsome. His confidence at the moment was very high in a conceited but closely guarded way, and while he was not exceptionally gifted intellectually he felt that his good looks, well spoken manner, and people skills had helped him ace the interview. So thus he was very unaware of anything going on around him.

His path through the parking lot was taking him toward a very expensive BMW 740i and he was eyeing it appreciatively with thoughts of one day owning such a fine car. The wheels he drove were parked on the other side of the BMW and were a lot less attractive but one way or another he would change that. As he walked toward the luxury car two men dressed in business suits were coming in the opposite direction, as if headed into the office building, and the young man would have to maneuver to one side to get past them. The other two men appeared intent on getting into the building and aroused no sense of threat in the young man. As they started to pass him one of the men brought his arm up holding a small aerosol can spraying a hard burst of drug vapor and chemicals directly into the young man's face. Stunned he whipped around attempting to avoid the spray but it was too late as he had taken a dose of a very effective tranquilizer and amnesiac concoction developed for law enforcement use. The drug's effect was immediate and rational thought left his mind while not incapacitating him enough to cause unconsciousness or inability to stand. The expression on his face was one of slight confusion and it was apparent that he temporarily had no idea of doing anything other than standing there. Quickly but with practiced ease the two men gently guided the younger man to a large American luxury car and placed him in the back seat. After placing a seat belt on him the man with spray can hit him with another burst of drugs ensuring no resistance while they then got in the car and departed with their abductee. The whole scene happened so quickly and unobtrusively that any passerby would probably have taken no notice and in fact the office building security personnel scanning their parking lot cameras did not notice.

A few blocks from the office building the car pulled into an empty parking lot and the front passenger seat man got out and opened the rear door where the young man was seated. Silently and with obvious prior experience he locked an ankle cuff around each of the young man's ankles that was linked via chain to an anchor bolt in the floor. The man then positioned both hands underneath the lap strap of the seat belt. Connected to the ankle cuffs was another chain that was brought up the young man's waist where handcuffs were locked on. The young man could move a little but the cuffs and chain anchored to the floor meant he was going nowhere until he was released. Next the cuffing abductor peeled the young man's suit jacket down his right arm partially and taking a proffered syringe from the driver drove it though the shirt into the upper right arm and closed the plunger. The spray drug would wear off after 10-15 minutes but the shot would render the young man unconsciously pliable for several hours. Driving away the two abductors quietly discussed how the event had played out and congratulated themselves on another professional "taking". There was only one problem --- they had grabbed the wrong man.

The car headed out of the city on the freeways toward Hemet, CA while the front seat passenger called into their employer that "things" had gone smoothly and they were two hours out from delivering their cargo. Passing through Hemet the countryside turned to remote farm land and eventually they were driving on small two lane roads until arriving at an electrically operated gate that appeared very nondescript connected to everyday barbed wire fencing. Keying in the code to open the gate they waved briefly to the hidden unseen cameras and drove for half a mile over a well maintained dirt road. Arriving at the main buildings of the ranch they had to pass through another gate but this gate was 10 feet high and connected to high chain length fencing surrounding the buildings into a 35 acre enclosure.

Arriving at one of the ranch buildings they were met two women in their mid thirties and dressed for outdoor work. Tanned and wearing faded jeans, work shirts, and western boots they approached the car and observed that the young man was still unconscious by opening his eyelids while assessing if he had any attentiveness. He was still completely out and with few words the two men and women determined it was safe to move him unshackled. While one woman brought over a push cart big enough for a human one of the men undid the cuffs and then both men got a grip under his shoulders bringing the young man out while the two women slipped the cart underneath him. Then all four pushed the cart into ranch barn placing it into an open bay room containing various leather and steel horse tack items. The men left the women to do their work and drove over to large ranch house for beers and dinner and the hope that later the women might be receptive to sex but knowing there was no guarantee of anything.

The women went to work on the young man having long experience in this sort of thing. His shoes and socks were removed as well as his belt and tie. Next his pockets were emptied and his wallet, keys, and change placed to the side of the room. Then with good quality electric scissors they cut up length wise the sleeves of his suit jacket and pulled it away from him and then went down is pant legs from waist down to his ankles baring his legs. Reaching up to his shirt neck one woman undid the top button then simply ripped the shirt open scattering the buttons onto the floor. Next they split his shirt sleeves as they had the jacket and pants. Two snips through the leg holes of his briefs and he was naked lying on top of the remains of his clothes. Both women eyed the young man for a few moments and had he been awake the expressions on their face would have caused even a man his size to be frightened. These women having been wronged by many people in their lives so took great delight in tormenting men and women and teaching them obedience and control. Each woman had learned to find greater emotional satisfaction in working with horses which ultimately resulted in their employment breaking and training human equines.

One woman moved to the side of the tack room and released a leather and pulley piece of equipment hanging on rails from ceiling beams and slid it on the beam rails to overhead the boy. A boy is what he had become as men control their world and never again would he have any semblance of personal control. Underneath the pulleys were two heavy leather straps with wrist cuffs attached which were buckled around the boy's wrists. Stepping to a wall mounted control box one woman activated an electrical motor and the straps started raising the boy's wrists up, then his shoulders lifted off the cart until finally he was hanging by his arms with his feet just touching the floor. His head slumped forward and one woman grabbed a handful of his hair pulling his head upright while the other woman retrieved a steel collar that one might see in a sex fetish catalogue. She closed the stainless steel band around his neck and then closed the recessed locking mechanism snapping it secure. The collar was more than just a fetish ornament as it fit snugly, but not tight, and was internally fitted with electrical shock connections. Picking up a small remote fob like device one of the women gave the collar a quick test and the unconscious boy jerked his head and briefly opened his eyes before slumping in his bonds. Next the women fitted a leather strap body harness on him with connected straps that wrapped from around his upper and lower torso to buckles in the back. Next straps ran from the top torso strap over his shoulders to buckles on the back straps. In the front of the harness just about the pubic area was an open inverted triangle shaped strap connected to the lower torso strap at each hip point and this went over his penis and testicles with the opening framing them. Two straps connected to the lower part of the triangle were run through his legs and secured one to each outside upper part of his butt checks to the back of the lower torso strap.

The women had been working on the boy for just about 30 minutes and an observer would have been amazed at their creepy but certainly professional ability to de-clothe, collar, and harness the boy. The next step took real skill and they took several minutes measuring his feet and commenting that he had good high arches, and strong ankles, calves and thighs. Walking to a storage room they selected from an assortment a pair of special boots that were going to be another part of boy's transformation. Returning to their bound captive they kneeled down and as one woman lifted a leg the other guided it into the boot then adjusted the foot until it was completely seated. They then did the other foot and then began lacing up the boot very snuggly. The boots raised the boys' standing height because the internal arch forced the toes down, took the heel up, and laced to six inches above the ankle. The internal molding of the boots was made of firm gel like material perforated allowing for sweat to flow out and for air to flow in. The bottoms of the shoes toe area were unmistakably rounded with an attached metal horseshoe. This caused the boy to slump so one of the women went to the pulley control box and electrically winched him up till he was straight again.

Next he was fitted with a head harness that encapsulated his head with a strap around his head at forehead level, another strap over the top, and another underneath his chin and back of his neck that connected to his collar. Eye binders extended from the front cutting off peripheral vision and then a thin and soft rubber semi-circular bit was attached to the leather straps at his cheeks and while one woman pulled his chin down the other pushed it back into his mouth. They tested the fit and being the pros that they were determined the bit was a perfect fit but then undid one side of the bit and slid it out so it dangled from one side of the harness. One woman went down the hall of the barn and retrieved a full 12 ounce plastic water bottle and back at the boy opened his mouth and slowly started pouring water into mouth. The drugs caused severe dehydration and while they would always keep him hydrated their purpose also had an ulterior motive. He instinctively swallowed as she slowly poured the water in taking her time so he would not choke. When finished she swung the bit back into his mouth and reattached it to the head hardness.

It had taken them just over an hour to this point and with the drugs beginning to wear off, the water had started his revival evident my some low level moaning. One woman went back to the storage room and selected a horse shaped tail made from real human hair with color that matched the boy's hair color. On one end of the tail was a rubber butt plug specially designed for its purpose in the human equine community. While she was doing this the other woman took a grease gun fitted with a dispersing adapter at the end of the hose, stuck it into the boy's rectum and gave him three good squeezes of lubricant. Returning with the tail plug the woman confirmed the hair match then with practiced experience knelt behind the boy and pushed the plug into his rectum eliciting an uncomfortable groan out of him. Then in the center of the hair at the outside portion of the plug she turned a switch clock wise that made the internal part of the plug expand in width just forward of sphincter. Until that expanded part was made smaller with the switch the plug was not coming out.

At this point some real consciousness was returning to the boy and the women recognized it as he started to move slightly within the bounds of his bonds and his eyelids were fluttering open and closed. They were not worried in the slightest about the control they had over him but did place a hobble chain of about 18 inches to his booted hooves. They also connected a 12 foot leather leash line to his collar and tied it off to the side of the tack room. Lowering his arms slightly with the pulley system one woman stood on a foot stool and undid one hand passing it down to the other woman who slid a leather sleeve sock over the hand that buckled closed and above his wrist. Not fully coherent yet he did not resist as she connected the sleeve to his lower torso strap at the hip and with a small padlock locked it into place over the top of his outer butt. They quickly did the other wrist and there he stood in his boot hooves, elbows bent and closed off hands connected at his sides above the outside part of his butt.

They stepped away from him and as he started to fall they caught him and held him for several moments until he seemed to have his balance. Slowly they released their hold on him and when certain he would not fall went about stowing and putting away the equipment they had used to start his transformation. He began to get his mental faculties' back and understandably he was very confused by everything that was going on. His memory of the day was totally gone via the drugs, he began to realize there were people moving around him and he seemed to be dressed very oddly. In fact he began to realize that while something was around his body he was essentially naked and he could not speak as his mouth had an object in it that he tried to push out with his tongue but could not. Several long minutes went by as his brain began engaging and along with that fear and anxiety was starting to overwhelm him. The first coherent thought that came to him was he had to get out of here and now so he took a step and his feet felt very odd being high on his toes. He started to shuffle to the light outside the barn and he felt something pulling on his neck and when he pulled against it an incredible shocking pain hit stopping him instantly. The collar was also fitted with mechanisms in its attaching rings that when pulled activated the electrical impulses.

He froze as an attractive woman in her thirties came into his vision and forcefully took hold of his leash near his collar and sharply pulled giving him another painful shock. He froze as she looked very sternly into his eyes and very forcefully growled, "behave pony boy because you are under our control now!", she paused for effect then said, "we will teach you complete obedience!", and then lowered her voice slowly saying, " and we have lots of experience breaking and training pony boys". He froze in absolute fear and astonishment, tried to talk and could not, and when she indicated she was going to pull the leash again stood perfectly still not wanting that leash pulled. Then he felt someone at his feet and something being pulled up his leg then to his scrotum. The other woman had attached a line from his hobble to his harness allowing him to walk without the chain dragging.

Finally after a few moments the other woman untied the end leash from the wall and the woman holding his leash issued a command "come along pony boy". Leashed, harnessed and under her power she led him further into the barn stopping at an open wooden door and leading him into a room with a floor covered in straw. A chain anchored to the wall was locked to another ring on his collar and she then disconnected the leash, soothingly hand patted his rump and without further ado walked out the door, closed it, and he heard the click as it was locked. Later that night he would realize he was in a stable and that apparently others were too but he could not communicate with anyone. His stall was dark, cool, quiet, and inescapable. For several hours he milled about trying to understand his predicament and slowly becoming aware of many things like no use of his arms. He could feel the hair of his tail on his butt and the back of his legs and "what in the world was in his anus"! Then the worst thing happened and he realized his bladder was full and getting painful by the minute. He tried to hold it but as drips of urine started to seep out he spread his legs as far as he could and let go a strong stream of piss into the straw and was mortified by having to do this. "What in God's name had he done to deserve this!?!??!"


Chapter Two: The Plan Has Gone Awry

The two women were named Rhonda and Jobeth (but she went by Jo) and they talked while they disposed of the boy's clothes into a trash bag and retrieved his personal items to give to their employer Sheldon. Their conversation covered the physical attributes of the boy and they discussed his size in detail with emphasis on his feet, legs, hip and rump area. They knew that with rigorous physical conditioning, emotional and mental breaking, and training they could make a pretty decent pony out of him. From experience they also knew that perfection could only be achieved with select ponies and only time would tell how good of a pony could be made of him. His cock could not yet be accessed for potential in breeding but that data point would be determined in the next few days.

Each woman was different in their approach to the task of breaking a pony but they complimented each other because once it was determined the emotional and mental state of a wild pony would determine who would be the lead trainer and who would become the groom. Rhonda was sometimes called the "nut breaker" and was extremely quick and ruthless with punishment devices. So for new ponies who put up very stout resistance she took the lead in teaching discipline and obedience having broken dozens of ponies with leather whips, canes, electrical livestock shock prods, and quirts. She was a bit of a sociopath and had in fact gotten away with murdering her abusive husband five years earlier and was not a person to cross. Jo preferred to let time work to her side with an approach that guided the wild pony to less and less resistance and greater acceptance of their new animal existence. She could and would certainly use punishment tools but if the wild pony chose to obey in the hope of avoiding punishment while playing for time for future escape they inevitably fell down an unrecoverable descent into pony behavior. Jo preferred being a groom and sometimes felt Rhonda was too harsh but had to admit she was effective so the quicker the pony broke the better.

Their conversation continued as they walked to the main house and on entering instantly knew something was not going well. Sheldon was grilling the two men relentlessly over why they had taken the wrong man, he hammered at the picture of their real target lying on the table, and was extremely agitated. He had been called a few minutes before by an angry client wondering why her bastard husband had not been taken as scheduled. Finally, the driver Rick got a word in to say it was an honest mistake because the abduction had been moved up suddenly by the contracting client and they had not had the time to prepare as they usually do. Plus the target was a tall business man who drove that BMW 740i and seeing him approach it a natural assumption was this was him. Sheldon was somewhat mollified but he still had a very angry client to deal with and needed a solution to resolve her problem as well as his.

Rick and Patrick got to work and brought together a reliable abduction plan that they had used in the past. The next morning they had the husband under positive surveillance as he headed for work and executed a perfect minor traffic fender bender on the 740i at a traffic light. On exit from the vehicles they were profuse in being sorry for their mistake and suggested a mostly empty parking lot where they could assess the damage and exchange insurance information. A few moments later a drugged and bound husband was in the back seat of their car and Patrick drove the BMW to a pre-arranged location and turned over the car to an associate who would have it sold in Mexico by that afternoon.

The client was very wealth Mrs. Deborah Whittingham and having vetted her as a client Sheldon had found out she could be ruthless and took no prisoners. The target was her husband whom she had married over the objections of her family when she was in her early twenties. Through the years she took greater control of the family fortune as older members passed away and in order to keep her husband occupied and not living the life of a kept man had set him up in a commercial real estate business. Now 42 and still a very attractive and dynamic woman she had suspected her husband of cheating on her so contracted for the most effective and discreet private investigative firm in town to bring her the evidence. The top PI for the company was put on the job and within a week requested a private meeting with Mrs. Whittingham that at her direction took place in her attorney's office. She was expecting physical evidence of her husband's infidelity and she got it in the form of pictures and detailed surveillance notes. However, she also got stunning evidence via wire taped phone calls that her husband and his mistress were planning to have her murdered on an upcoming vacation to Mexico. The hit men had already been contracted for and were waiting for her arrival and would take care of body disposal. In addition, her husband had prepared very high quality forged documents to take control of her fortune negating the legitimate will and pre-nuptial documents. A cold deep anger took a hold of her as well as the truly mind numbing fear for her life, something she had never experienced. The PI was thanked and dismissed.

Her attorney Norman Scott was a top notch legal expert as would be expected of a lawyer for a powerful wealthy woman. He was also deeply attached to Deborah having served her for years and was a match for her dynamically as well as ruthlessly. In his service to her he had carried out many hostile take-over's, dumped slumping business partners with ease, and never took his eye off the fact that his client's self interests came first. Studying her he chose his words very carefully and said, "Deborah nothing is going to happen to you, I will see to that, but please let me find the way to remove this threat from your life. If you simply hire a killer to do to him what he plans for you then your safety and liberty will be threaten. Let my cold hard brain take this, you are and should be emotional about this, and I am not." After a long moment of silence Deborah looked at Norman and said in a husky emotional voice, "ok you have it but I won't this disgusting bastard to suffer a long time ...... and his girlfriend too she is part of this".

Norman had some ideas and contacted a very well connected madam in the BDSM community who he had known for years having helped her out of a legal jam that could have sent her to prison. A BDSM scene had not gone well when the client succumbed to a heart attack while bound and being beaten. Earlier in his life he dabbled in BDSM but had dropped it upon marrying his wife and realizing the potential for scandal was not a chance he wanted to take with his professional life. He had maintained contact with some people and had provided legal services to well known people so still knew quite a bit about the community. Discreetly he explained the situation to this madam and wondered if she had any ideas for this husband and his mistress that would remove the threat and provide the appropriate level of justice. He was expecting and hoping that she could introduce him to someone who could arrange an abduction and a forced life of sexual slavery for both would be miscreants. However, what he got was even better as a broad smile came to her face and she quickly said that both deserved the pony life. Quickly she outlined what forced and inescapable pony life would be like and that others had used it as a form of effective revenge. She would make the introductions to someone, for a fee of course, and her contact would make all the arrangements.

Deborah was informed and readily saw that it would be the answer to her problem for threat removal and revenge. She trusted Norman when he explained how discreetly things would be handled and she did her own on line research to see what was in store for her husband and his mistress. This research showed that much of the stuff about pony play was pure fluff porn but there was also another side that seemed darker and much more physiologically real. The darker side and some of the stories she read caused something to move within her and she found herself quite interested in what it would be like to have her soon to be ex-husband pulling a buggy after training as a pony boy.

It took two meetings with Sheldon to iron out the details of what she wanted done. He insisted in complete control over the abduction plus that she would have no knowledge of how it would be done. He wanted her to wait till after breaking had occurred and training was well along but she insisted that soon after his abduction she would confront him and he would know she knew all about his plans and had countered them. Also there was the cost of the work to be performed and it took over a $100k up front to abduct, break, and train both individuals as ponies. If Deborah would eventually allow it both individuals could be auctioned off but until that time there would be boarding and veterinarian fees to keep both completely in pony status. Sheldon also strongly warned Deborah that she must know that eventually, usually a year, that a return to human status was not possible and the pony was an equine for life. Trying not to show any emotion at this Deborah said she understood but deep down was thrilled and a cold satisfaction for the fate of her husband took hold.

The funds were transferred via non-traceable overseas accounts and the abduction was scheduled for a week from the contract being signed. Deborah was worried about being around the stinking bastard but he spent little time at home explaining that he had a lot of work to do before going on vacation. She took secret delight in thinking about his future but five days before the abduction she got a very scarred shock when he called out of the blue saying they were leaving early because he was finished with his latest project and really wanted to leave three days early. In fact he told her that he had already ordered that their jet be ready in three days for a late afternoon departure and he overruled all of her objections. Literally shaking she called Norman who directed her to leave the house immediately and once safely away to call him. Later she called him and found out that the abduction was moved up to tomorrow and she should call her husband to say she would be spending a night with friends before they left on vacation. The next day she returned home late and got another shock of life when she encountered her husband and that was when she called Sheldon. It was the scariest night of life sleeping next to him and had she known she could have taken some satisfaction that this was the last time he would ever sleep in a bed.

Sheldon was in his mid sixties and had been in the human equine business for years having first started with his wife. Thirty years ago the couple had experimented with every kind sexual fetish behavior until the thrill seemed to leave their sexual life but then they found pony play. It really revved up their libidos as they experimented with both playing the pony and they learned lots of games and information from others in the equine community. It was his wife who suggested an extended period of pony play with instead of a few hours of role playing they make it more intense with several days up to a limit of a week. Independently financially set, but not wealthy, from inheritances their ranch was the perfect spot for such activities and she convinced him to play the pony first. All went well for a few days as she put her husband through grueling pony living but Sheldon became less enthusiastic as the days went by and chaffed at his continued role. She took him beyond their agreed limit of a week which made him furious but he was bound as a pony and had no choice but to continue.

Eventually she wanted a good old fashion pony fuck and positioned him to mount her from behind one day in the barn. While getting a good solid fuck she did not realize that he'd freed an arm and he got his hand into her jean pocket around her thighs where the keys to his bondage tack were. He continued fucking her while getting several locks off and a few buckles undone. Then as she orgasmed he pulled out and grabbing some loose leather straps pulled her arms behind her and roughly bound her then knocked her very hard to the ground. Hitting the ground hard knocked the wind out of her and she went from orgasm heaven to pain and shock as he kept his body weight on her pinning her to the ground. Quickly he discarded the rest of the bondage tack and in a rage grabbed her by the hair, and with her jeans and panties around her knees, dragged her to the tack room. Then with great force he began ripping off her clothes and as she started to resist he slapped her with a vicious full round house motion. Naked and crying she found herself being placed in pony gear tack and submitted not wanting to take another blow from her enraged husband. Once fully tacked up he chained her in a stall and went back to the house. Only after he took a long hot shower washing off the grit and grind of over two weeks of pony play did he start to regain his composure. What now? Well for one thing "little wifey" was going to spend time as a pony as revenge for breaking their time line limit. Over the next two weeks he was relentless in working her as a pony until a further idea crept into his thoughts. "Why not make this permanent?" And he did make it permanent and while he made many early mistakes in training his pony he learned from them and she stayed a pony girl for the next 18 years until cancer took her.

In making his wife a pony girl brought one problem in how to make somebody disappear. His stepdaughter visited unannounced one day and was appalled at how she found her pony mother demanding that Sheldon free her. The daughter was 20 years old and the product of her mother's teen pregnancy so had not had the best and most mature upbringing. Her concern for her mother was not genuine and was merely so that she could continued her pampered spoiled existence. Sheldon reacted swiftly by punching the girl in the solar plexus and has she bent over from the pain and loss of breath he punched her hard in the ear. She went down for the count and before she could regain her senses was stripped, harnessed, chained, and locked in a stall. She was going to join her mother as a pony for life and while Sheldon had not yet determined long range plans for her he was going to develop something.

Over the next several days he worked feverishly to arrange the closing of his stepdaughter's apartment and found people who could make really good forged documents. One these was his stepdaughter's Mexican death certificate stating cause of death was a traffic accident and the story was the college party girl and been down there on spring break drinking too much. A forged power of attorney allowed him to take over his wife's affairs and she was supposedly so unstable that no visitors were allowed at the mental hospital where the prognosis was very negative. Also at this time, as he went about making the two women disappear, he met others in the human equine community who seemed to be into it much deeper than simple role play for sexual fantasies. One particular couple he met and connected with had a large stable of ponies of always more than 10 on hand and seemed particularly adapted in making their ponies perform and act flawlessly. Eventually Sheldon asked for advice and help in managing his ponies and the couple came for a visit to help him. Instantly upon seeing the two pony girls they recognized the nonconsensual nature of these two fresh pony girls but did not seemed put off by this situation. That day they spent several hours working with Sheldon in teaching him techniques in training and breaking ponies. It was an exhilarating experience as he rapidly gained more control over his ponies and could see the improvement of their pony movement and response to his control.

Later over drinks and dinner the couple explained that they too had nonconsensual ponies which suddenly made sense to Sheldon why their ponies were so well behaved. Constant unending life as ponies really did change people. The couple explained that roughly half their ponies had at one time contracted for some extended pony play but that either they or their previous owners took the play out of it and made it permanent. These types of ponies wanted out but in time adapted and lived as livestock for life losing their human personality completely. And then they dropped two more big bombshells and said the other half were abducted from the street and there was money to be made in pony girls and boys. They outlined the market for ponies and that girl show ponies brought the most at auction but there was money in running a stable of brood mares supporting the adoption market. Properly bred the adoption market simply could not get enough attractive and health babies or certified human breast milk. They were going to introduce Sheldon to this part of community and saw profitable partnership deals ahead. They also recommended that stepdaughter be his first brood mare and they had just the stallion for her first breeding as their first deal.


Chapter Three: The First Day

The first night the new pony boy was quite frightened and on the edge of total despair but sometime in the early morning hours he lay down tired from standing. Eventually he got a few hours of fitful uncomfortable sleep and upon hearing noises of movement realized that the sun was up from the light visible at the bottom of the door. Unsteadily he stood as it would be awhile before he could gracefully move in his booted hooves and he was still hobbled. A few moments later he could hear clop clop as movement went by his door several times and he could hear snippets of conversation by whom he assumed were the two women from the night before. At this moment the thought came to him that no matter how much it hurt that when that door opened and his chain was unlocked he would make a break for it. He steeled himself for what he knew he had to do to get out of this hellish place and readied himself for physical action.

On unlocking and entering the stall Rhonda acted very self assured and all business. She gave his rump a hand pat and putting her hands on his harness turned him around to face the back wall. Experience told her to beware at all times especially with new ponies but she could also detect his mood and had a pretty good grasp of his thoughts. She knew right away that this pony boy was going to act up right away and she prepared. First, she tied a 12 foot leash to a tie point on the wall, and out of sight of the pony, before attaching it to his collar so he had no idea he was restrained. Then she unlocked the chain from his collar and went to reach for his leash but he whirled around and in short quick choppy hobbled steps headed for the open door. Twelve feet later just outside the stall door the tied off leash yanked him backwards off his feet and delivered a shattering painful shock. He hit very hard on the cold barn floor and did not see Rhonda's livestock shock prod coming which she pressed into his bare balls framed in the harness. The prod was a short one around 18 inches long, with a rubber handle and button at one end, semi-flexible quarter inch in diameter shaft, and a larger inch by three inch blunt business end. The operator simply pressed the button and when the business end touched an animal electrically grounded it produced an attention getting shock. Pony boy's world exploded in pain and total shock with all thoughts of making a great escape completely gone.

Jo had been walking through the barn to see if Rhonda needed any help with the new pony and saw the pony emerge from his stall and hopefully learn his first lesson. The women did not give him time to recover at all as they strongly pulled him to his hooves and Jo sternly said, " come along pony boy!" and gripping his leash about two feet from his neck started leading him toward the barn exit. The back of his head hurt where he had hit, his neck felt like he had whiplash damage, and his balls were on fire but he followed her obediently and with no resistance. Once outside he was led to the side of the barn, and there at what he came to know as the watering station, stood four pony girls standing quietly three feet apart with leashes tied off to tie points against the wall and with no use of their hands they were in place until taken elsewhere. Each girl was naked except for their collars, hooves and tack while they seemed to be slurping water from tubes that extended from the wall. He was led to an open water station and his leash tied off with no chance of coming loose by anything he could do in his present condition. Jo started guiding a tube to his mouth and instinctively he moved his head aside which got him a sharp introduction to her quirt against his rump. He screamed into his bit and jerked his head toward the wall while Jo in a practiced motion slipped the tube into his bitted mouth. Two little flexible clips three inches from the tube exit hole were clipped to his bridle keeping it in place while Jo turned the valve and water started seeping out into pony boy's mouth. With no choice he drank the water and stood stock still. In the last couple of minutes his body had taken brutal and severe punishment leaving him broken for the moment.

When the ponies had gotten a pint of water each they were individually untied from the wall by Jo and Rhonda and taken to start their day. Pony boy was unaware of what to expect and out of real deep fear just stared at the wall and begin to cry as one by one each pony was led away leaving him for last. Two of the pony girls and the boy were taken to the exercise yard and attached by the end of their leashes to a metal device that had four 20 foot arms extending out from a pedestal anchored into the ground. The ponies were attached to the arms individually and when pony boy was in place, Rhonda approached his rump kneeled and undid his hobble and leader to his harness connection at his scrotum which caused him to jump at her touch. Verbally she reassured "easy pony boy ..... easy" while keeping her hand on his rump. Next she walked over to and reached to an outdoor electrical lever and pushed it up. The arms started to slowly swing around in a circle leading the ponies to walk with the arm and once up to a slightly fast walk kept a constant speed. The well trained pony girls seemed to accept what was going on and walked with knee high strides. Pony boy just walked as well as he could with no thought to his stride when suddenly Rhoda was at his side but out of sight because of his blinders. She sternly told him to bring his knees higher, walk with his back straight up, and to emphasis her point she placed her cane against the upper back of his thighs but did not strike. The message was clear to obey the commands or he would find that negative reinforcement could and would be delivered. Through his tears he marched knees high and within about an hour was getting the hang of the booted hooves walking on his toes.

He barely took notice of the pony girl to his immediate front for almost 45 minutes of the exercise period. His brain registered that she was there but preoccupied with his own emotions and Rhonda's frequent coaching he took in hardly any details of the pony girl. In fact he did not know what a pony girl was as everything about this situation was outside of his experience. Eventually he did start to take in some details about her and once he did start to take stock of what he was seeing caused even more consternation. First of all, she had a horse like tail and it appeared to be coming out of her butt when it dawned on him that he too must have a tail and that explained the things he felt back there. Her legs and butt were tanned and obviously well muscled from lots exercise plus she walked with practiced and graceful ease in a confident pony way. She was harnessed like he was and his view of her provided details about his own tack that he could not see due to the binders and the restriction the collar placed him looking down. Then he noticed some even more shocking things as she appeared to have a mark on her left outside thigh high up near her butt that looked like a SS and seemed to be etched into her skin. It definitely was not a tattoo but other than that he could not discern what it was but he would be finding out soon. Her head was a bit of a shock as she was bald except for a long pony tail at the very back of her head that hung down to her waist. This head tail was obviously cleaned and brushed often and he wondered how she kept it so while harnessed.

At the end what seemed like a long time, which in fact had been an hour, the exercise walker was stopped and the women started untying the leashes from the walker so each pony could be taken for the next activity. Time was going to take on a new meaning for pony boy and eventually become a meaningless thing. While he waited to be untied the leashed pony girl in front of him spread her legs wide, arched her back, and slightly squatted. Then without any apparent embarrassment she pee'd into the ground as if this was something she had been doing all her life. What he could not know and never would was that three years ago she was dabbling in pony role playing when she was convinced to experience a more intensive event of playing a pony for a week by a couple who claimed to be masters of making the event life changing. It had been life changing because the week had become forever and now that was why she pee'd like a pony and had already dropped two foals as a brood mare.

Jo came for him and undoing his leash at the walker said, "come along pony boy" and led him unhobbled to a spot around the barn that had a large wooden pole and a round metal plate flat on the ground at the base. She brought pony boy over the plate and with her cane directed his thighs about so that his hooves were on each side of the plate. Tying the leash to the pole she moved behind and he felt her hands on his rump and tail. He then felt the pressure in his anus diminish considerably and then a tug and the tail plug was out which caused a sigh and thought of "thank God for that". However, she then lifted the plate and a strong unpleasant aroma of warm shit and piss hit him that made him gag. He was very uncomfortable and could not imagine what was next when Jo placed her cane on his shoulder with the end within his frontal only sight and commanded squat. He did squat not knowing what to do next when she commanded "ok let it go pony boy". The water from an hour ago came out easily enough from his full bladder but despite being full he momentarily held back his manure until the cane came into view again and then it started plopping out into the hole. While he did this Jo was making mental notes of his stream strength, the color and texture of his manure, and his progress of obedience so far. This would all be essential information for the scheduled veterinarian visit in two days.

After he was done he felt a certain amount of physical relief even if the embarrassment was still there but "oh yes that plug was out". She quickly used a wet wipe to clean him off but did nothing for the last drips left on his cock as they would drop in moments. Jo led him to another side of the building and the two pony girls were leashed and in positions ready to be taken to another daily event but first pony boy needed his tail re-installed as this had already been accomplished with them. Pony boy was taken to waist high bar and his leash was passed over it to Rhonda who slightly pulled it letting a light electric shock hit the pony boy who knew he needed to bend over the horizontal pole. Once bent over at the waist she tied off the leash while Jo re-attached his hobble. The feel of her hands at scrotum when she attached the leader was unnerving and he wondered how to get use to it. While Jo fed a belt strap around his waist and around the pole to hold him in place Rhonda stepped to a wash basin with a water tap and started cleaning the tail plug and this was in view of him. He turned his head as much as he could to see that the pony girls all had tails when it dawned on him that "these bitches were going to stick that damm thing in him again". While he was digesting this Jo slipped the lubricant dispenser into him and he felt the slippery lubricant with a sense of dread. The cleaned plug was handed over to Jo who tried to sound soothing "easy pony boy .... easy easy" while she placed the plug up to his anus. He clinched of course as tight as he could and she knew that at least for now it would have to be done the hard way. She placed the flat of her palm at the base of the tail, gathered herself and gave a hard push driving the plug in. He howled in pain at this invasion and felt a violation of himself that was very deep and troubling. Quickly Jo turned the switch expanding the plug forward of his sphincter before he could try and push it out.

A very long leash line was attached to farthest pony girl and then run and connected to the second pony girl and ending at pony boy so that they were all leashed together. The ponies individual leashes were all disconnected at the collars and with a leash to the lead pony girl they were led to another barn with Rhonda and Jo quietly talking at the front. Pony boy brought up the uncomfortable rear and noticed both the pony girls had the SS mark high on their left thighs and wondered why anyone would get that mark on them let alone allow this treatment of themselves. Inside the other barn they were led to individual positions and leashed to spots that had another tube system like the earlier watering system except the tubes were larger in diameter. Wondering what could possibly be next pony boy felt an additional collar made out of some stretchy material Velcro closed around his neck above his steel collar with something hard pressing against his throat. The sound of a man's voice shocked him announcing the feed was made and available which the women acknowledged. Another deep feeling of humiliated embarrassment came over pony boy knowing that a man had seen him naked, collared, and harnessed like an animal. Suddenly Rhonda was in front of him unclipping one side of his mouth bit and pulling it down to one side and this was not something he was expecting but suddenly he thought "now I can talk". He started to shout an order to let him go when the just applied anti-talking collar delivered a powerful shock stopping him at the first syllabub but he tried again shortly while Rhonda looked on with a smirk. Three times he tried and each time got the same result until finally he looked down dejectedly. Rhonda lifted his chin slipped the tube in his mouth clipping it to his bridle and moments later he felt a thick liquid food flow into his mouth at the back of tongue. He had no choice but to swallow or choke so he swallowed as it flowed into him. It did not taste bad or good but there was a lot of it and they filled him with an amount measured for his height. Unknown to him it was quite nutritious combination of pureed fruit and vegetables, protein mix, fiber, and a standard concoction of vitamins and minerals that would eventually be adjusted for him individually once they learned what he needed for pony life.

After feeding the tube dispense a pint of water slowly to hydrate him and help with digestion. His days of fast food, satisfying meals as an event, and anything other than water to drink were over. After drinking the tube was removed and Rhonda approached him with an electric tooth brush, placing her cane on his shoulder he dutifully opened his mouth and allowed her to brush his teeth and she did a thorough job. Finishing she held the tube to his mouth for a swallow of rinse which she indicated he spit to the floor. Next she got a step stool and placed it in front of him, step on it and at his chin pulled his mouth open then inserted a very thin plastic tube connected to a aerosol can and directed a spray against each side of his vocal cords. The spray did not hurt but it did cause an immediate numbness deep in his throat and while he tried to digress what she had done the bit was pushed into his mouth and reconnected. He did not resist but had he known he would have because after three to four spray treatments his vocal cords would be sufficiently damaged beyond repair so that human language would not be possible --- only animal like sounds.

The ponies were now exercised, bladders and bowels emptied, watered and feed. They were taken to a farm corral made with shoulder high wooden beams and the pony girls were unleashed and allowed to roam. Harnessed there was no chance of escape and broken they no longer had thoughts other than keeping their owners happy with obedience and pony behavior. Pony boy was leashed to a center pole until further breaking had its affect and they saw how he reacted to other ponies. A little while later the other two pony girls who were not exercised that morning were let into the corral and he saw that both were obviously pregnant and one was only a month or two to go before giving birth. The other pony girls gathered around them in a scene of greeting and with their faces nuzzled each other repeatedly for quite some time. Eventually they all one at time came over to him and inspected him for long moments while walking around him. Their thoughts he could not discern but they seemed to place an interest in his cock which with the heat of day hung down partially erect. He took the time to study them back and noticed more about them beside what he seen earlier. All were relatively young with none being older than their early thirties, reasonably attractive faces but very unnatural expressions and each one had a nose ring centered in their nose that touched their upper lips. There was a slight difference to their tack and while he could feel part of his harness framing his cock and balls the pony girls just had thin straps pulling down from the front bottom of their harness, then through their legs passing either side of their vaginas and connected at each side of their outside top rump. In addition, their tack had half open cups to support their breasts with the nipples visible for anyone to see. This made them look very exposed and he was amazed at how it did not seem to cause them any embarrassment being displayed as they were. They moved with animal grace on their hooves and seemed in top physical condition.

The day dragged on and he had about a 12 foot circle or area to move around him and he began to take stock of his surroundings thinking that he needed to know the terrain for his escape. Outside the corral obvious ranch activity occurred with trucks with horse trailers came into view twice and then mid afternoon in the adjacent corral another pony boy was placed and not leashed. He was an incredible sight as he was physically very large and powerful moving with an animal grace but intensity that pony boy could not understand. This additional pony boy was harnessed as all of them were and he had the same bald head with ponytail hair at the back of his head as well as the mark on his thigh that the pony girls did. He paced up and down the side of his corral next to pony boy and the pony girls who all eyed him from about 10 feet from the fencing for several minutes. Pony boy did not yet know this but this other pony boy was a stallion and he was obviously trying to communicate via body language to the pony girls. Eventually one of the pony girls, pretty, buxomed, and with dark brown ponytail hair approached the corral fencing and began to pace in cadence with the stallion for several intense minutes.

Unseen to all the ponies this behavior was observed by Rhonda and Jo who determined that Dixie was in season and ready to be covered by the stallion. Moments later they entered the corral and leashed her leading her out to a railing much like the railing when pony boy got his tail back. They loosely leashed her and put a strap across her back holding her to the rail then retrieved the stallion who was quite animated in his behavior so Jo kept him closely leashed as she led him over to Dixie as Rhonda stood by her. Stopping him a few feet from the pony girl Rhonda reached down and was doing something to his cock which seemed to be held back against his balls. As soon as it was released from what was holding it back the cock swelled and grew hard almost immediately and he wanted Dixie in the worst way and now. It was everything that Jo could do to hold him back while Rhonda stepped over to help her guide him to the mare and as he neared her Rhonda reached out to move Dixie's tail to one side exposing her for mounting. It was obvious also that the mare was ready too as her outer lips were open, visible moisture dripped down her inside thighs, and she whinnied with anticipation while the stallion was positioned. Once the cock looked lined up Rhonda and Jo let him thrust into the mare who let out an animal shriek of delight and started deep panting breaths. The stallion went to work with hard rapid thrusts driving his cock repeatedly to its full length into the mare who pushed back as much as she could. After a few minutes the stallion arched his back for a moment held his thrust in her followed by several less intense thrusts until he was apparently spent and stepped back from her. His cock was covered with the mare's juices and stayed half erect as Rhonda led him back to his stall in the barn. Pony boy was stunned and mesmerized by the spectacle having never seen anything remotely close to the scene. The overall effect on him was enormous and he begin to have an animal like understanding what was happening and where he was.


Chapter Four: Threat Removed and the Vet Makes a Ranch Call

One of the most satisfying phone calls that Deborah Whittingham had ever received was the 10 AM call from Norman Scott that the "problem" was resolved correctly this time. The phrase meant her husband was now in custody of the equine people and was no longer a threat to her life. Several very deep emotions went through her simultaneously and she wepted out of physical relief for her well being, anger at her stupid ungrateful bastard of a husband, and the mysterious fascination she had begun to develop concerning his fate as a form of justice. Later that day Norman dropped by unannounced and in private conversation confirmed that both husband and mistress were now residents at Sheldon's ranch. He further stated that they were in fact started on their pony life transition and were harnessed, collared, and in individual stalls with no idea of their fate. Deborah and Norman outlined the plan for three days hence when they would visit the ranch so that the two new ponies would learn what brought them to this position. The conversation could best be described as two hard and ruthless people coldly talking about a drawn out but final act of revenge.

The first day for the inadvertent pony boy was concluded with another exercise period, feeding and watering, and then he got his first wash down. Close leashed next to a barn he was first sprayed with water from an elevated plastic cistern then Jo and Rhonda took soft hand brushes from buckets of soapy water and quickly scrubbed him up. Jo used a sponge on his neck and then on his cock and balls which obviously was unnerving him as he tried to move away from her touch but could not. This caused him to get slightly erect causing further embarrassment but Jo paid no mind to his cock's state. She was neither teasing him nor sexually interested in it as he was now an animal and in her mind it would be bizarre to even consider something titillating about scrubbing his pony cock. She did verbally reassuring him with several "easy boy easy boy" while one hand scrubbed her other hand was on his rump. Thus he was quickly washed, hand toweled dry, and taken to his stall and locked for the night late in the afternoon.

While the new pony boy was getting his wash down Sheldon was on the phone to the veterinarian confirming his visit for the next day. Sheldon had told him a week ago that he expected to have two new ponies but now explained that circumstances had resulted in there being three new ponies and the first visit from the vet for new ponies was always a long physical event. The vet did not complain as he enjoyed his work very much, particularly handling new ponies, and Sheldon was a valued customer in the equine community having a decent sized breeding operation as well as boarding ponies for other owners. Connections to Sheldon were very profitable professionally and provided unique personal satisfactions in an uncommon area of veterinarian medicine.

Day two for pony boy started at the same time as day one but this time he did not make the mistake of a break as he did on his first day. First of all, he was very stiff from the physical exercise and still very sore from the previous fall and quite wary of the instruments of punishment and control that Rhonda and Jo carried on their belts or in hand. He quietly accepted leashing and then being led to the side of the barn to join the pony girls for watering prior to exercise. Today there were six pony girls at the watering station of which four he had seen yesterday and now two others who appeared older than the others by at least seven to twelve years and had huge enormous swollen breasts supported by their harnesses open cups. These pony girls appeared physically agitated and uncomfortable and it was not pony boy's presence causing it because they paid him no heed. His watering was started and while he was undergoing this the two huge breasted pony girls, having finished, were untied and led away by a single woman groom he had not seen the day before. The two pony girls physical posture was one of yes they wanted to go where the groom was taking them and they could not get there fast enough. This short scene did not make any sense to the new pony boy but what he had just seen were two mares whose breeding days were over, but could still supply milk through their teats and udders, being taken for their first of three daily milkings. For them relief came at the milking shed once their teats were sanitized and they were hooked up for a 15 minute draining of their udders.

As he was stilled being watered he heard a truck approaching and stop out of sight but near the barn building he was at. The other pony girls were leashed together, untied from the watering stations, and then Jo led them away leaving pony boy at his station where he stayed even after his watering was done. He fidgeted a bit wondering what was next and decided whatever it was now was the time to pee so he relaxed and his cock extended a bit as he shot a nights worth of piss into the ground at his feet. He was still embarrassed having to do so but having already done this since his arrival he was not holding it in anymore and had in fact pissed in sight of the pony girls yesterday while in the corral. Finally, Rhonda came for him and untied him from the station and with leash close in hand issued the same simple command "come along pony boy". She led him around the barn where he could see a large white camper van parked with signage about some veterinarian service on the side and then took him inside this building to a room that seemed to be some sort of medical room. It was much cleaner than any of the other things he had seen so far and had medical cabinets, shelving, examination tables, and a large center steel X shaped frame floor mounted near the far wall. Rhonda and another woman, young and pretty, wearing a white lab coat guided him to the frame and pushed him against it. At the top opening of the X frame was mounted a steel bolted in collar with hard foam interior and Rhonda pushed with the flat of her palm on his collar in the back until his collar was seated within this fixed collar. As the other woman closed it Rhonda inserted a small pin key into the back of his collar and turned it a quarter turn switching off the electrical function of the collar. The fixed collar closed over his collar and he was physically restrained in this fashion but also a wide belt strap was placed across his back at his waist forcing his front mid section against the X frame and then his boots were pushed wide and connected to the bottom of the X frame. Finally a second strap went around his mid thighs buckling him tight to the frame.

Next he heard a male voice behind him say "what have we here? Ah a new pony boy" and he wanted to die from embarrassment. The vet came into view, an older mid 50s man, and while he was in cowboy attire obviously some type of professional. The vet took his time eyeing every inch of pony boy then physically began to run his hands over his chest, shoulders, neck, and then down his belly to his thighs. Slowly the vet moved around pony boy and did the same behind him but also took time to knead his rump, thighs and calves. Finally, the vet said to Rhonda "looks like ya'll have picked out another good one with potential -- when did you get this pony" and this brought a deep despair in pony boy. He had just been handled by another man like he was an animal now was being talked about like he was an animal. Rhonda's response was direct that he'd been brought in two days ago but the vet would have to talk to Sheldon about the circumstances. The vet asked about age and what they had observed so far and she said he was 23, Caucasian by looks and former name, and they had so far observed no physical problems or need for glasses. Further she stated that his piss and shit looks normal plus so far his physical and emotional responses were standard for a new pony. Rhonda said, "he's scared, confused, only responds to negative reinforcement or the threat of it, and does not yet know any real training". Dr. Bob, the vet, took this in and said "well I know you and Jo are going to change that".

Next Dr. Bob turned to his pretty assistant Tina and directed her to retrieve the milking sleeve as first things first they would assess his semen volume and sperm count. Pony boy's obvious consternation and internal "WHAT!" was quite evident at hearing this. Tina returned with the device and was directed to apply it to pony boy and she knelt in front him and pulled his cock out to its flaccid full length then gave it a couple of finger taps on the sensitive underside of the circumcised cock near the glans. An expert in this she caused his cock to expand and every few moments gave him a stroke with emphasis on the underside. Unable to stop her and despite his emotional discomfort he physically responded in a few moments with a firm erection and she slipped the flexible silicon sleeve up over his cock and brought the retaining stretch strap around the back of his balls holding all in place. This system was the same one used on large dogs to capture semen for artificial insemination for breeding show dogs. A small quiet compressor on the floor was then switched on and connected to the sleeve and modulating air pressure massaged his cock increasing his erection. Next she slipped a non lubricated condom over the end of the sleeve and stood and waited for the result with Rhonda and Dr. Bob. While Tina had been working getting the thing ready and on him Rhonda and Dr. Bob assessed length and girth of this pony cock. He had very good length but the girth was the best attribute as it was extra wide and overall if chosen for breeding use was hopefully going to do its job as intended by nature. Naturally pony boy was swinging emotionally from the intense artificial stimulation to his cock to "oh my God they can't be doing this to me .... This can't be happening!" -- but it was. It took about two minutes and while he tried to hold back he was also trying to buck his hips in response to the forced pleasure. He filled the condom with a great glob of semen and Tina took it to the van lab for an immediate assessment of sperm count and quality.

After Tina left a talk preventive strap was placed around pony boys throat and to his amazement Rhonda started unbuckling and disconnecting his bridle. A few moments after it was off he was unable to help himself and tried to shout at them getting a strong shock for it. After yesterday he now remembered how effective it was. He could moan a little but talking was definitely out. Then with quick measured practice Dr. Bob ran an electrical surgical razor over pony boy's face and neck cutting his two day growth close to the skin and giving him a clean shave in moments. Next pony boy heard an electrical sparking sound come near his face and Dr. Bob, now wearing protective glasses, covered pony boys eyes while he ran the plastic laser hair removal applicator over his skin killing the hair follicles quickly with only a little bit of pain. After he completed the face he placed a chin grip under the pony boy's chin forcing his head up and against another grip at the base of back neck holding his head immobile. Then with the electrical razor he set to work on hair on his head and in five minute had him bald except for a circular spot at the very back of his head where the head tail would be grown out till it was very long. After getting the head smooth he brought back the laser and started killing more follicles and this took about 25 minutes till he was done. Some further spot treatments would be needed on some of the hair that came back but eventually would no longer be needed and now pony boy would look like the other ponies permanently.

While pony boy was still in the mechanical head lock Dr. Bob pulled out his tattooing gun, pulled the pony's lower lip down and tattoo'd the inner part of the lip with the number offered by Rhonda on a slip of paper. By this time pony boy was in state of extreme emotional shock and did not hear Tina return and announced he had a good sperm count that looked very health and active. Pony boy could see but did not focus on the vet approaching with a uniquely shaped pair of pliers that had a conical pyramid point on side and a circular opening on the other at the business end. The conical point and opposite opening was coated in antiseptic gel and Dr. Bob pushed it into pony boys nose and firmly closed the handles. The point broke a quarter inch hole through the inner center part of the nose and through the cartilage of the septum causing a choked scream from the boy that he was not able to cut off because of the no talk collar. Removing the nose punch the vet retrieved a small silver nose ring and slipped it through the new hole in the septum and then with a set of locking pliers closed the serrated end into the open end locking it in place. It would have to be cut off to remove it and the bottom of the ring rested just above the upper lip. The doctor applied more antiseptic and anticoagulant with a cotton swap stick and prepared for the next event as the pony's head slumped as the head lock was removed.

Pony boy barely registered that Dr. Bob had pulled up a short stool in front of him sitting on it and then below the lower part of the X began handling his cock and balls. Some antiseptic was swapped on his underside glans and then a large curved piercing needle was pushed up and through the lower part of the cock glans coming out the outer pierce hole a half inch away on the end of his cock. A heavy gage one and quarter inch ring was inserted and locked like the nose ring. Next using the piercing punch four holes were made around the ball sack at the top, sides and bottom all at the back of the sack. These holes we placed so that the top and bottom holes could hold small inserted rings open left and right while the sides would hold rings open top to bottom. Once all four quarter inch rings were in and locked a much larger ring that would circle the sack was slipped through each of the four smaller rings and then after a dangling connect ring was slipped on at the bottom the larger ring was closed shut. While it was tight on the ball sack, without cutting off blood flow, the smaller rings would ensure it did not slip off due to sweat or skin oils. The balls themselves were thrust out a bit by this arrangement and more prominently displayed. Once healed the cock ring would be pulled down and connected back to dangling ring at the bottom keeping the pony's cock firmly under a handler's control.

The pony boy was now fitted with two physical control points with the rings at his nose and scrotum that would be used eventually as his breaking and training became more nuanced and handlers did not have to be reliant totally on the shock collar. Next Dr. Bob vaccinated the pony boy against several diseases, updated his tetanus shot, and gave him some powerful antibiotics. Medically the new pony boy would be well cared for. The pony was given some water and allowed about 30 minutes to recover because the last and final event was going to be even more traumatic but experience demonstrated that the pony needed to be aware of what was coming and made as cognizant of its significance as possible. So after it became apparent that some of the shock had worn off Rhonda approached him and verbally started to prepare him, "pony boy this is the last time you will be talked to like a human, (long pause so that he could focus) from two days ago you became a pony, ponies are owned by people and in the future you will presented to your owner, and pony status is signified by many things", as she said this she rubbed her hand over his bald head, fingered his nose ring and groped his balls, "but now the most important thing is that you be branded as a pony". He immediately went berserk in his bonds, received several no talk shocks, and then stiffened as the Dr. Bob approached with the electric brand with its red hot SS tip. It was not flaunted at him but without any warning it was firmly pressed into his left thigh high up near the butt cheek for about three seconds and he screamed through the shock collar for the entire time. As the brand was removed Tina moved in with an ice pack to stop further burning of the tissue while the vet brought over cotton swaps coated with antiseptic gel for her to use that promoted quick healing and ensure that minimal scabbing occurred so the resulting scar was smooth and distinctive.

The bolted locking collar was unlocked and his steel shock collar re-activated followed by the head harness bridle being placed back on. He was unbuckled from the X frame and led to small room with a half door at the bottom that looked out on the medical room. This was the recovery room so that he could be observed for a few hours and he was tethered by connections on either side of his nose ring so that he would have to watch the next pony get the same transition treatment he had just received. The wanna be criminally errant husband was up next followed by his mistress that afternoon. The whole compound had heard pony boy's screams and the very fresh two new ponies having been taken the day before would not even have a day one to acclimate as he had.


Chapter Five: Justice Served and Ponies are Named

Pony boy spent two hours in the recovery stall and witnessed the husband get the same pony transition treatment he had received. He had no inkling who this other pony boy was or that this guy was part of the reason he was in this predicament. What he did know was that a fundamental life changing event had occurred for him. These crazy evil people had kidnapped him, started treating him horribly and calling him a pony, and mutilated his body. The events of the day before coupled with this morning had destroyed all confidence in him and he doubted very deeply that he could escape and wonder if rescue was possible. Something profound was settling deep into his gut that meant he was not going to be able to overcome these people's control of him. He asked himself "am I a pony and is this my life!?!?!"

After the other pony boy was placed in a recovery stall in obvious shock a pony girl was brought in for her physical transition. Once she was bolted in pony boy was taken for water and feeding then placed in the same corral as yesterday with the same group of pony girls. Again he was tethered at a center post but once Jo left the corral the pony girls in a group moved slowly in his direction. Surrounding him they murmured soothing sounds and gently moved around him for long minutes in a sincere display of sympathy and support. He had been given human equine physical treatment and instinctively they now recognized him as one of them understanding the trauma he just gone through as they had undergone the same thing even if it happened years ago. This process of support they displayed to him was an animal like way of bonding and recognition that he was now part of a herd.

The next two days were tough on pony boy as his breaking and training continued as Jo and Rhonda worked to settle him into pony routine. Eventually the daily routine of pony life would be come stifling boring to him but as his pony behavior emerged strongly he would lose the sense boredom. It would be two weeks before his new physical changes would heal with the exception of the brand which would take longer. Jo and Rhonda ensured no infection set in but kept up the physical and pony conditioning as the process of creating a human equine demanded it. And for his part Sheldon had made some plans for him upon Mrs. Whittingham's visit.

Deborah did not know how to feel as Norman drove her to the Sheldon pony ranch two days after the abduction of her husband and mistress. They spoke little as she was wrapped up in her thoughts and emotions until finally near the end of the drive she determined that she was going to enjoy this as much as possible. There was no thought of rescinding her sentencing of her husband and his mistress to a life time of pony life. In addition, she again wondered why she had become so fascinated with what she had found in her internet research and realized that "hey, I am now the owner of two ponies". She wondered if she would take pleasure from being a pony owner and what she would do to explore her interest in this aspect of what had transpired.

Arriving at the ranch they were personally met and greeted by Sheldon and Rhonda, who was introduced as a pony trainer and in charge of Deborah's ponies, and then taken into the house for discussions before Deborah's ponies were presented to her. Over refreshments Sheldon outlined and reviewed their agreement but offered profuse apologies for the bungled abduction and tried his best to show that his professional services would be top notch in the future. Deborah responded with a cold demeanor that she was disappointed in such ineptness so the meeting started out poorly but eventually Norman steered her to an understanding that while currently strained the future relationship would grow to a better standing. Once tension abated about the relationship Sheldon, with Rhonda's input, outlined what had been done to the two ponies and where there breaking, training, and indoctrination would take them. Deborah began to relax a bit as she started to focus on Rhonda and her explanations of the process. Rhonda exhibited a very direct and professional manner that appealed to Deborah and the everyday description of how ponies were developed she found enlightening. Not all the tension left Deborah because she knew that in a little while she would be "confronting the bastard and bitch" and she was looking forward to it.

As it became apparent that the meeting was winding down and the main event was at hand with all of Deborah's questions answered she got a shock. Her final question was how had Sheldon gotten the wrong man back to his life without causing any issues. She was concerned about any legal scandal and problems so was perplexed when Sheldon explained there simply would never be a problem in that regard. Sheldon said, "a pony taken stays a pony" and this was followed by a long stunned silence by Deborah and Norman who finally blurted out "but this man did not do anything". Rhonda stepped in immediately and explained that the equine community's unwritten rules that once a pony was taken and spent even a moment in tack that the status was permanent. The legal risk of a pony story breaking would cause lots of problems across a large well connected community. Further she explained that they did not know they had the wrong man still the boy was already collared, harnessed and in a stall so his status was going to have to stay as a pony for life.

Norman placed a hand on Deborah's arm turning her to him as he addressed her that unfortunately they would have to trust Sheldon's management of this part of problem. Then Deborah relaxed a moment before acknowledging this fact and then asked what would become of the new pony boy and who was his owner. A pregnant pause occurred as Sheldon said he wished that Deborah would consider taking ownership. He said this knowing, but not explaining to her, that even after breaking and training he could not re-coup his costs as a year's worth of training before auction, even on very good pony boy, did not yield what well trained pony girls brought so he really did not want to take ownership. A mare could produce foals and after costs could net $25,000 dollars per foal while a top notch proven stallion might bring that once at auction. Deborah inquired why not keep him at the ranch as a stallion but Sheldon countered that he had a proven stallion. Sheldon was hoping she would cover the boarding and training then explained that perhaps she could offset her expenditures on her husband and his mistress with a sale of the pony later. Intrigued, Deborah finished the discussion with "I'll think about it but am not making any promises or agreement at this time".

While Sheldon and Norman remained at the house to discuss business details concerning funds transfer Rhonda escorted Deborah to meet her two new ponies. As they crossed the grounds Deborah noticed two corrals with 4-5 pony girls in each one and her interest was noted by Rhonda whose thought was that maybe this woman wanted to be a player in the equine community. Rhonda started formulating a plan for after the confrontation that might confirm her suspicions about Deborah. They headed into a barn and near the entrance there they were, leashed to the wall and separated by about 10 feet from each other. Deborah stopped and remained motionless for a few minutes studying them in detail taking in their appearance and obvious pain and emotional discomfort. In the recovery room after being given his pony makeover her husband recognized his girl friend and immediately understood that somehow Deborah was responsible and he was in real trouble. Now here she was staring at him and then after long moments a broad evil smile came to her face and she approached closer. First standing in front of him then half circling around him she admired the change in him as he hung his head down. She spoke with a cold raspy conviction, "So you wanted to kill me, take my fortune, and cheated on me!!!! .... The woman who gave you everything! Well dickweed your free swinging days are over forever", pause, "I've arranged for your conversions to pony life and this is where you will be kept until I make another determination for both of you. " She allowed it to sink and thoroughly enjoyed the fear shocked expression on his face before she abruptly turned and stalked to the pony girl who was hysterically trying to move away but leashed was not going anywhere. The pony girl was crying and shaking her head as if hoping she could say "no" but bitted could not. Deborah studied her for several moments taking in her appearance and noting the things that women notice in one another. The girl's blond attractiveness was very evident as she was truly pretty even in her current state of bald head with tail, collared, and naked within the harness. That and she was 20 years younger than Deborah so it occurred to her that this is what he saw in her a young pretty girl and very fuckable.

Rhonda approached Deborah and stood quietly for a few moments before asking what her plans for her two ponies were. This thought had not really occurred to Deborah only the making them ponies, tormenting them and enjoying it but suddenly the question seemed to be important and logical thing to ask. "What do you recommend?" Rhonda began to point out some of the pony girl's attributes in a way that began to further peak Deborah's interest. She pointed out she was at a prime age for breeding, had good hips and pelvic area suitable for breeding production, her udders were good size and with use as a mare would produce good milk production, and ended recommending that Deborah direct she be used as a brood mare to offset the boarding costs. It all made business sense to Deborah and in an unusual manner for her she made a spot decision and said, "ok make her a mare and get her started on her new pony life". The girl wailed through her bit at this news and stepped back against the wall incoherent with fear. Rhonda noted that owners make the name decision and wondered what Deborah wanted to call her and whimsically she smiled and answered, "Butter". It was time to leave her ponies as another groomed waited to take them away and taking one last look in front of pony boy she soaked in his discomfort and appearance. She noted his cock swollen from its piercing and turned to Rhonda and said, " and this one ..... his name is Dickie".

As she was almost out of the barn Deborah suddenly turned and marched back to Dickie and very angrily and emotionally addressed Rhonda and the groom, "I contracted for this, I want to see these two thoroughly broken, fully trained as ponies ..... no half measures, get Butter ready for breeding and her first time I want to see it, and as for Dickie ..... well I haven't decided his pony fate yet but it certainly won't include any breeding and that might mean he won't be needing those!" As she finished this grand statement she pointed at his balls. In unison both ponies immediately urinated themselves uncontrollably.

This convinced Rhonda to follow through with her plan and she hurried after Deborah calling, "Mrs. Whittingham could I show you something?" Deborah stopped, turned, and nodded then followed Rhonda as she was led over to corral where Jo using a long leader line and exercise whip was guiding pony boy through a groom managed exercise session. Stopping at and then leaning over the railing Rhonda explained what was going on in the training session, that the long light poles with about six feet of leather was not really used painfully but was more inducement to keep the pony trotting at the non-verbal commanded speed. For her part Deborah was mesmerized by the sight of this scene and in her inexperience did not recognize that this was a new pony boy so her admiration for the way his legs moved, his bare rump flexed and tauted, and his cock bounced around was not warranted. However, she thought him beautiful, sleek, and a deep fascination took hold of her inner emotions. Rhonda simply thought "Bingo" as she studied Deborah and then nodded at Jo who took the clue and started slowing pony boy down to a walk and then stopped him. Jo called over to Deborah and asked, "Ma'am would you like to try this and finish his exercise?" Stunned Deborah knew that yes she wanted very much to do so but was speechless while Rhonda took her arm and guided her into the corral to Jo leaving her there. Jo placed the pole and leader line in Deborah hands and coached her to start him at a walk with a light tap against his back thighs and a verbal command "giddee up pony boy". Clumsily at first Deborah got him going and tried to take in Jo's coaching, while intensely studying the pony boy and how he moved and just as importantly at her command. Forgotten were Dickie and Butter and the scene of justice and revenge from moments ago now only a thrill was charging through Deborah's brain and gut. Ponies go through life changing moments and pony owners do too.

Finally even Deborah could see that pony boy was done and needed to slow so with coaching she brought him down to a cool down walk until Rhonda came back into the corral and stopped him by grabbing the leader line close to his collar. Jo and Deborah walked over and a thousand rapid questions came out of her that both trainer and groom tried to keep up with and answer. Then suddenly Deborah stopped, paused, and finally said, " this is the new pony boy isn't it?" Two nods in unison and a quiet understanding moment occurred with no words. Then quietly Deborah asked, "what's his name", and Rhonda answered, "as I told you earlier that is up to his owner". Then pony boy moved awkwardly on one of his hooves drawing their attention, and while Rhonda steadied him, Jo lifted his left hoof up revealing the bottom of the steel horseshoe and there was a small rock stuck in it. Jo quickly fished it out, tossing it outside the corral, and said, "darn that's the second one he has picked up today". Finding her voice and smiling with deep satisfaction Deborah stated, "well it must be providence because his name is Stoney".

During this interchange pony boy stood still, recovering his breath, aware that he had to be still because Rhonda was closely holding the long leader line and at first did not really take in much of the conversation. His heart was beating hard from the exercise, he was sucking in great gulps of air, he was sweating profusely, and still very new to his pony status and appearance being around others was not yet a normal feeling. Gradually he started to hear the conversation and some anxiety was generating as he listened to the questions and answers on pony training, conditioning, and grooming particularly when they discussed specifics like his tail and nose piercing bringing back that recent harrowing experience with the vet. Except for the moment before being branded nothing had been explained to him and now he was hearing details about the pony process he had been going through and would continue to experience. Another rock was taken from his hoof and tossed away. Finally, he realized something serious was transpiring and there was talk of his name and that his owner would decide what he would be called. Then this older woman stated he would be called Stoney and confused thoughts went through his mind, and did he just hear right, "his name was Stoney and this was his owner?!?!?"


Chapter Six: Breaking New Ponies

Dickie broke first, and not unexpectedly, he was older at 41 years of age, weak willed and not of any moral strength or values obviously. At day seven he simply stopped all resistance and while Rhonda and Jo recognized it as a play for time they also knew that once the "line" was crossed the pony would begin changing and forming a pony personality. So Dickie settled into the routine with his herd, hoped for an escape chance or rescue, but started adapting to pony life .... and hoped he could keep his balls. Physically he felt a wreck with the strenuous exercise and the soreness and pain from the vet visit so his attention was on avoiding any more pain and "to do what these bitches and bastards wanted". He quickly became willfully obedient and compliant, but Jo his trainer, was not fooled and kept pushing him a bit more each day into pony behavior and the dumb animal responded.

Stoney on the other hand resisted although this behavior was periodic because he went from barely physically forced obedience to outright misbehavior several times. Most times he responded to Rhonda's commands, verbal and non-verbal, then he would well over with angry emotions and disobey physically earning a sharp rebuke with the electric prod or leather quirk. Twice in two weeks he revolted completely and the first time Rhonda closely tethered him after shocking him repeatedly with the collar and prod until she had him in position at the pole in the center of his herd corral. Then she went to work on him with a horse whip and this was something she was expert at. First, she landed measured strikes at his rump left and right, then she landed snaps at his back thighs, and then she went to work on his upper back avoiding his lower back where the kidneys were. It took 15 minutes to work him over; she avoided actual cuts but delivered very painful welts, and ultimately broke him down into frenzied pain and suffering. It took several days before he got over this abuse physically and emotionally, returning to complete obedience, and trying to figure out "how to get out of here!" Nothing worked for him in trying to mitigate the environment as Jo and Rhonda were relentless in pushing him physically and emotionally as a pony. Then one day during his wash down he intentionally stomped on Jo's foot and when she reacted in pain he back kicked her shin getting a "godamm Stoney"! Jo was not as stern of task as Rhonda but in pain she composed herself and went to work with her bamboo cane on his rump and thighs. By the time she was done, had he been able to sit down in his pony condition, he would not have been able to sit pain free for a week. She covered his rump with angry welts over and over again as she knew that any violence, or threat of violence, by a pony must be squashed hard and purposely.

At the end of two weeks Rhonda and Jo had Stoney nearly "there" when it was time for a follow up visit by Dr. Bob for all three new ponies. On seeing the vet van, Stony while being led to examination room, became very unruly and it took several good prods by Rhonda to his rump and the base of his balls from the rear to control him. Vets and Stoney would never be a good thing --- too much bad memory. She finally had him barely controlled and in the exam room where they did not attach him to the X frame examination platform just close tethered at it. Soothingly Rhonda assured him "nothing bad was going to happen, just relax and let the Doc examine you, ease up Stoney ease up, and you will be back in the corral in a minute." The Doc took a long few minutes to examine Stoney's head, nose, ball sack, and branding finally saying everything looked good. Stoney hated having his cock and ball sack handled and commented on by this man, it was the ultimate in degradation and humiliation for him. Next Dr. Bob pulled up a short stool, sat on it so that his head was at mid section of the pony, and more closely examined the cock. Determining that the piercing was healed and ready he asked for a locking ring and Rhonda handed it over. Pulling the end of Stoney's cock down and back towards his lower rear part of his ball sack Dr. Bob pulled the piercing ring to the rear linking ring and using the locking ring connected them with a click. It could be unlocked physically with fingers and hands, but Stoney had no access to his so now his cock was under whoever controlled him. The position was not uncomfortable at that moment but the next wash down or morning erection would serve notice that not only was he under complete control but his pony cock was also.

Later that day he broke and the ever attentive groom and trainer knew he was on his way to adapting to pony life. His demeanor and posture changed noticeably as he exhibited the pony behavior that they had been coaching him towards, he walked as a pony, and seemed unashamed at his naked harness status while seemingly actually comfortable with it. The next day, now with his cock locked and under control, he was not tethered in the brood mare corral but allowed to roam and mingle with the herd. This allowed him to gather with the herd in the tree shade at one side of the corral and he learned why they stood and swished their tails together as it relieved the discomfort of the horse flies on their hides. He spent another week with this herd but then Jo determined he needed a stronger exercise group and he was taken to another physically stronger herd that was not comprised of brood mares. And more significantly that the older woman who apparently was his owner started making regular visits and participating in his training under the coaching of Jo. On the days when Deborah was there he felt her presence and watchful eyeing him very acutely but could not discern if she meant him harm or not but she was very interested in him that was for sure.

Most folks would be surprised at how ponies broke based on gender assuming girls broke easily and quickly. In the experience of the SS ranch pony boys broke in 10 to 15 days and the transition occurred physically and emotional simultaneously. One day they were wild ponies and the next they crossed a line and started giving into the pony behavior. This is not to say they were completely pony ready yet but in order to keep their sanity from the physical treatment they chose to start adapting as a means of avoiding pain and discomfort. All hoped for release but acquiesced to acting like ponies while plotting a way out. This was completely understandable from a human behavior perspective but also a trap because once the pony started this line of reasoning the inevitable push into real pony behavior occurred. It was at these moments that the human personality started draining away and pony behavior started taking over which accelerated over time and ended in a demonstrably strong unconscious pony personality.

Women on the other hand, according to SS experience, knew that giving in was going to be permanent so while they gave in physically they continued resistance emotionally. So Butter lasted over three weeks before breaking and this was not unusual and understood. She would break when it was time and the immediate aftermath, while devastating mentally, was used to accelerate pony behavior faster than a pony boy. Once she crossed the line and accepted that she was now a pony girl then the training could not always keep up with her and she started modeling the pony behavior she was taught not only by trainers and grooms but also the herd. Moving within the corral she started adopting what the other mares did, noticed how they moved, began to understand their pony emotions, and she worked to make herself one of them. Physically she broke the day her period started, and noting the discharge, Jo pushed a tampon into Butter causing her to break immediately from the total lack of privacy and control. Others now controlled her response to her cycle and what she could not know was now as her timing was starting to be understood breeding plans for her would be made.

Butter broke mentally the day she saw another mare Brandy, which she had made a connection with, covered by the stallion and serviced. Brandy responded slowly when the stallion was placed in the adjacent corral by moving to the fencing then backing off a bit until finally she was pacing in unison with stallion while the other mares moved away. Butter did not have any idea what was taking place but she watched intently the actions of the mare then switched to watching the stallion and could feel the tension that was building which unnerved her a lot. Soon Jo was there leashing Brandy and taking her out of the corral to a low railing while Rhonda took the stallion out and when Brandy was positioned took the stallion very closely leashed in a wide 10 foot circle around the mare making four circles around her. At the third circle Jo checked whether Brandy was ready by lifting her tail and noting that her outer lips had opened and lubricant was visible then nodded at Rhonda. The trainers positioned the stallion at Brandy's rear and out of her sight, but knowing what was about to happen she huskily grunted, pawed the grounds with her hooves, and had her head up and back arched. Brandy wiggled her hips in anticipation then froze when Jo swepted her tail to one side exposing her for the stallion who lunged forward with aggressive intent missing her opening with his first thrust. He howled in rage through his bit and both women were straining to get him to the right position when Rhonda reached down and guided his cock the last six inches. Finding the mares opening he began his thrusting in powerful rough motions and it took about two minutes before he grunted and held himself in her for a long moment. Finally he relaxed and the two women allowed him to step back exposing his large still half erect pony cock glistening in the juices of Brandy and with visible semen dripping from the tip. Butter innately understood that soon she would be at that same rail being covered, mounted, and bred by a stallion.


Chapter Seven: Deborah Embraces Pony Ownership

Deborah's next few weeks after naming her ponies were marked by very strong emotions and she could barely concentrate on anything but thinking about her ponies. The complete removal of the fear for her life was gone and her cold dark side invaded the void left when the fear was gone. For the first week she thought constantly of her soon to be ex-husband and the treatment he was going through and while satisfying she wondered if the hate would overwhelm her but eventually it abated. She had nothing but contempt for Butter, the little slut and potential murderer, was where she really belonged as a collared, harnessed, and branded pony girl. Deborah had a supreme confidence that the SS Ranch would deliver on their promises of breaking and training her ponies properly despite the bungled abduction. What she had seen at the ranch was enlightening and a breakthrough in her understanding of what could be accomplished taking humans and making them ponies. Once the initial rush of emotions that first week wore off she finally began thinking about Stoney and her fascination with ponies really took off there. She did have a bit of sympathy for the life changing event he had not consented to and the unfairness of it but she did love the look of those legs and rump while she had exercised him. He seemed fluid in his motions, his responses to her control stirred something deep inside her, and he had an animal quality that she could not quite but her finger on. She wondered how he was doing, if he was adapting, how he felt deep down, and what would he end up as. So many thoughts and she knew she needed to get back to the ranch soon but had been warned to wait a few weeks while the breaking took hold.

After three weeks Deborah received Sheldon's call that she had been impatiently waiting for, "the ponies are broken and while still being trained were ready for a progress inspection so would Mrs. Whittingham care to visit?" If Deborah could have transported herself through the phone line she would have but she composed herself and said she would be there in two days when she wanted to be there right then. Sheldon confirmed her arrival and suggested she plan on making a day of it, he would provide lunch, and Rhonda could be her guide for the day. This appealed to Deborah has she pleasantly thought of exercising her ponies and Sheldon reminded her to dress for a day at the ranch.

Deborah arrived first thing in the morning two days later and over coffee with Rhonda and Sheldon received a detailed and verbal update on her ponies. It seemed expected that Dickie would break first but she expressed concern that Butter had taken longer than Stoney and was given a long explanation that girl ponies took longer and broke completely both physically as well as emotionally. Boy ponies broke physically and became obedient and compliant not registering the emotional implications with their false acceptance but it would take hold. Deborah relished the descriptions of the physical abuse that Dickie and Butter had undergone but displayed a tinge of remorse for what Stoney had undergone which was addressed by Rhonda. She explained that while his abduction was tough and unfair it was better to firmly take the new pony through this stage as rapidly as possible bringing less wear and tear on the animal, "better to know his real status, no hope for a human future, and start to undergo the pony metamorphous". Intellectually Deborah took this in but internally and she felt some empathy for him but this did not overcome her fascination with wanting to explore her delight she took in his capture, breaking, and training. No matter what the future held this delight in pony ownership was taking hold and she strongly wanted more of this feeling.

Then Rhonda led Deborah to the barns, and before showing her the ponies for inspection, took her on a tour of the ranch. First up, was a group of ponies receiving their morning watering and Deborah saw four ponies at the watering station and Rhonda showed this group intentionally. She wanted to measure Deborah's responses and interest. Two of the ponies were older "milkers" in the early 40s, past their prime as mares, but still producing good quantities of milk for sale and two geldings which were being boarded at the ranch. Each pony was collared, harnessed, branded and attached at a watering station slurping their water to start the day. A groom was in attendance checking the volume they were taking in and the milkers seemed to be in a hurry to water quickly. The gelding's empty ball sacks were obvious and shrunk to nothing while their cocks were small and nestled into their bodies with no cock ring holding them. Each cock appeared to have not been ever very large but this was because they'd been castrated years earlier. The milker's udders were huge and swollen to a hard tightness and while they displayed some calmness it appeared that they were ready for something. The geldings displayed nothing but placid acceptance and while in good shape physically were not in the same league as Stoney to Deborah eyes which was true. Deborah was astounded by what she saw and looked from pony to pony quickly trying to deduce what she was seeing as it was quite outside the realm of her experience and her online research had not completely prepared her to recognize what she was seeing. Rhonda, with measured self assurance, explained what the milkers were, "brood mares past their prime but still had good productive udders", and "well .... the geldings are boarded for other clients and are for use by their owners as they see fit". After a long pause Deborah inquired to who owned the milkers and it was confirm that they were property of the ranch but her question about ownership of the geldings was met with slight head shake from Rhonda and a "perhaps you will meet their owners in the future".

For the next 30 minutes the tour continued with explanations of the stalls, vet medical facility where Deborah asked, "was this where it was done?", and finally they arrived at an exercise corral. In the corral four ponies were being exercised at a fast walk by an overhead walker that they were connected to. Each pony was leashed to an arm that led them around in a broad circle and a male groom was in attendance coaching them to keep their knees up high and correct any display in posture. To Deborah the ponies all appeared to be in good condition and responding well but the groom was giving particular attention to one pony boy and correcting him with each circle sweep. As the walker machine completed a full circle Deborah noted with intense satisfaction that the pony getting the extra attention was in fact Dickie. She stepped up on the lower railing and leaned in to get a closer look noting that he appeared in good condition with what appeared to be old punishment marks on his rump and back thighs. He did not notice her at first and was concentrating on the groom's instruction, keeping pace with the machine, and maintaining knee high pony strides. He was not winded yet, but he was breathing hard having developed some measure of endurance, and he was covered in sweat. Deborah loved the way his cock was pulled back and understood it was locked there by her tutoring earlier by Rhonda. It was obvious his physical conditioning had progressed, he was no racket ball junkie anymore, and his pony posture was visible even to Deborah's inexperience eye. Then Dickie realized that Deborah was there and abruptly stopped until the leash tightened and he received a sharp painful shock from his collar causing him to resume his fast walk. He was deeply humiliated seeing Deborah and the look in her eyes told him everything --- "no release, no pardon, no parole, his pony sentence was permanent". The unspoken communication between them was like an earthquake, he knew his human life was over, and she felt a surge of power that it would take her years to describe, "he was pony, she was owner".

Deborah stepped down from the corral railing, turned to Rhonda, and in a deep emotional voice said, "YES!", and then with an evil voice said, "and now where is Butter?" A hundred yards away at another exercise corral stood a stopped overhead walker machine and Jo was just starting to take the brood mares for their unplugging and bowel empting. This time Deborah immediately was searching for her blond brood mare and found her panting from exertion at her spot on the machine. Butter was now tanned from her exposure to the sun on a daily basis the past three weeks, standing straight with a pony posture in her boots, and periodically moved her tail at her rump to swish away the insects that surrounded her. The scene to Deborah was just as intense as seeing Dickie as she turned to Rhonda saying, "she is a pony!" in excited astonishment, to which Rhonda responded in a measured tone, "she is well on her way but we still have lots of work to do". Butter's physical conditioning was also apparent, she had lost her 10 pounds of party girl weight, her rump and legs were taut, and her demeanor expressed that she was comfortable in her harnessed nakedness. Inside Butter hated her appearance despite being congratulated constantly on it but in time she would lose her woman's ideas of appearance and accept what she was. The permanent bald head with tail, nose ring, harness and boots, and above all the brand had shattered her woman's self image and the hands on handling by the grooms caused her deep humiliation with its unabated animal degradation. Plus this talk of brood mare stuff had her scared to death.

As Jo took Butter from her walker spot a few minutes later Rhonda and Deborah followed 20 feet behind as the pony girl was led to the round trough and her leash tied off. Deftly Jo kneeled behind Butter, found the switch for the plug in the tail, turned it and pulled the plug out. Deborah marveled at how Butter stood stock still and submitted to this and then Jo flipped up the metal lid with her boot and commanded, "squat Butter", whereupon Butter squatted and started peeing into the hole followed moments later with lumps of manure plopping out of her. Deborah was truly disgusted, horrified, and astonished at the sight and wondered how any woman could be made to do that. She looked several times at Rhonda, who said nothing, and then back at Butter who when finished stood and shook her rump a bit. Jo waited a moment and took a wet wipe, spread Butter's rump cheeks and wipe away the residue from the anus. Jo closed the lid with her boot, untied Butter, and then led her away. By this time Deborah's mouth was open in unbelieving what she had just witnessed and Rhonda broke in, "hey they are animals now, ponies have to piss and shit like any other livestock, this is the way we train them to do it, and Butter will never ever sit on another toilet". Deborah internal thoughts were "OK right, but that this is some powerful process going on HERE!"

It was nearly lunch time but Rhonda guessed that Mrs. Whittingham wanted to see Stoney before they ate and it would allow her time to continue the indoctrination on pony ownership. They found him being led to another corral where a young petite female groom half pushed and pulled him in the open gate, deftly undid his leash, and swatted his rump with her hand causing him to take several fast steps into the corral where once in he moved to the herd. The groom closed the gate, smiled a "hello" at the other two women, and purposely walked away apparently to her next chore. Several questions were going through Deborah's head as her gaze followed the 20 something young woman groom and before she voiced them Rhonda piped in, "Janice is in training as a professional groom as a favor to another smaller ranch that wanted her to gain experience and as you can see she is well on her way ...... did you see how easily she managed Stoney?" This drew Deborah's attention back to Stoney who had moved closer to his herd of three very tall and physically conditioned pony girls and a short but muscular gelded pony boy. She studied Stoney for a moment watching his movements as Rhonda explained what his day had been like so far, watering, hard 90 minutes of exercise, bowel movement, feeding, and now a few hours in the corral before his next exercise period which peaked Deborah's obvious interest. "Of course Mrs. Whittingham we'd like to coach you while you conduct his next exercise period", Rhonda stated matter of factly. A thrill went up Deborah's spine that as "yes I'd like that very much", she said. Stoney looked well, tanned, more muscular, and something about his movement really stirred her inside that she could not quite put her finger on. Then if dawned on her that since she had last seen him his emotional and physical posture was more pony like.

After studying him intently for few minutes she asked about the other ponies, "they seem a little different from the others we saw earlier". Rhonda kept the condescension out of her voice, "you are picking this up Mrs. Whittingham, these pony girls are for show and their owners board them here for training and care till there next show event, we keep them physically trained and they were chosen for this based on their physical and emotional traits, and these are the most valuable types of ponies". Deborah thought "oh really they look wonderful" but then voiced while pointing at the gelding, "and that one?" Rhonda explained that they usually avoid discussing specifics about ponies owned by others and their circumstances as it was considered unprofessional but that owners themselves might share a pony's history. Then she said in confidential undertone, " that pony double crossed the wrong casino owner, was brought here for breaking, castration, training, and now is awaiting transportation to his new owner's farm where he will be a draft work pony". Very interesting thought Deborah, so she was not the first to use pony life for revenge.

That afternoon Deborah, under Rhonda's tutelage, exercised Stoney with a long lead line and pole whip. She developed her coordination with the whip to encourage him and remind him who was in control but not to cause anything other than discomfort a few times. Per Rhonda's coaching she took him through warm ups, trotting speed, and finally to 10 minutes of loping strides before bring him back down to a walk to recover some wind and then repeated the process several times to complete an hour. Eventually Rhonda stopped coaching, stepped to the side of the corral, and let Deborah gain her experience and judgment in handling Stoney. Rhonda could see the delight on Deborah's face and determined that "yes we have a pony owner" and this would brighten Sheldon's day as that meant profits. Stoney for his part knew the routine and sensed Deborah's newness to this and wondered "So why is she my owner? Did she have me kidnapped? Why did she do this to me!" Physically he had given in because he got tired of the punishments and could not hold out any longer, but internally he still had human emotions and thoughts but these caused him anguish so he had begun to banish them to another room in his head. He started trying to lose himself in the daily pony exercise periods and the time in the corral. Plus while he was being handled by the grooms he tried to gain their trust by pretending to be comfortable with the routine of washing, watering, feeding, and shitting. He blocked out the comments of how hard he pissed and when he felt his bladder was full just let it go. His humanity was draining away and he was unconsciously developing a pony personality.

When the exercise period ended Deborah was at a loss of "What's next?" but Rhonda approached and handed over a leash and instructed her to clip it on first and then undue the leader line while maintaining positive control. Then she said, " let's take him for watering" and allowing Deborah to hold the leash two feet from the collar began leading them out of the corral and to the side of the barn where the water nozzles were. Once there Rhonda described how to secure Stoney, insert and connect the nozzle, and measure the flow and volume. Once the water started Rhonda did something as an example for the new owner and began stroking Stoney's rump with her hand and verbally congratulating him but in a animal trainer voice, " Good job today Stoney, good pony, make your owner proud and you'll earn a treat, would you like that pony boy?" Deborah took this all in and when Rhonda moved her hand from his rump her hand took its place on the other side and sent a shock wave through the new owner's thoughts, "This is my pony boy .... And I sure do like this feeling inside and oh my this pony rump is hard". When the watering was done and the nozzle removed Rhonda slipped her hand in her jean pocket and brought out a sugar cube handing it to Deborah saying, "Just slip it into the corner of his mouth". She did and saw that Stoney's expression was one of delight and surprised gratitude at this display of positive reinforcement thinking, "It certainly beats a caning", and not realizing the descent into pony life just took another major step.

Another groom came for Stoney and led him away for a wash and the two women made their way to the ranch house as Sheldon observed them. His assessment of Deborah was that she was obviously pleased with what she had seen today and later Rhonda's report on her response was gratifying. There was money to be made in handling Mrs. Whittingham's problem and then helping her explore the joys of pony ownership. After some discussion of the day Deborah took her leave and made an appointment to return in a week which dragged by for her because she really wanted to spend more time at the ranch but her hold on her emotions prevented it. Eventually she would find excuses to spend more time and the idea of doing more training on the pony Stoney was exciting and deliciously satisfying.


Chapter Eight: Pony Metamorphous

Over the next four months a routine settled in as Deborah spent at least two half days a week at the ranch and relished the training of Stoney and her part in it. She became more adapted at handling him and enthusiastically participated in all aspects of grooming convincing herself that she needed to know these things as a responsible pony owner. Humorously she thought, "If my friends could see me right now they would be shocked!" at such moments as providing the wash down of Stoney and sometimes Butter. Stoney's cock was of coursed locked back but frequently was slightly engorged from being handled and he tried to banish thoughts of his cock from his mind because it was still somewhat a mystery. It had taken days for the shock to wear off from the vet's initial visit before he really could think about what was down there? He could feel something metal around his balls but the collar prevented much of any visual inspection and certainly with his hands closed off a physical inspection was out of the question too. The barns and ranch buildings where the ponies were kept were not equipped with mirrors so ponies could only look at others and guess about themselves. On the vet's second visit the physical handling was humiliating and then he felt his cock pulled back and somehow locked down to his ball sack which was how he was kept from then on. His piss stream went down and slightly rearward so he learned to spread his legs wider to avoid most of the moisture hitting his legs.

Butter understood that what had been done to her was permanent and that hopes of rescue were dim at best as these people knew how to control ponies. After her breaking, time in the corral with the brood mare herd was her favorite time of the day, if you could envision having good moments as a pony. When it was confirmed that her talking days were over she was only bitted during exercise and thus began to learn pony communication. The other mares demonstrated communication with each other through grunts, mewing, snorts, and animal hoarse noises to show their moods and emotions. Butter learned physical pony posture stances that also communicated unspoken things and gradually she adopted this type communication as she wanted some assurance from the herd. As Butter increased this pony behavior she was included in the pony discussion and accepted into the herd. The other mares recognized what she was going through and tried to be of comfort because they, the herd, were all they had left in losing their humanity.

After being taken as a pony Butter's period had only partially materialize due to the stress but after two months it was noticed that her regular flow had started by the male groom. He closed tied her to a corral railing and went and retrieved a wet wipe and tampon then deftly, and without warning, lifted Butter's tail wiped her and inserted the tampon with the string hanging out. Butter whined at this treatment, her eyes bugged out, and too late she tried to get away from his touch. The grooms, the males and other females, had touched her vagina daily during wash down and she barely controlled herself then because emotionally the invasion of physical privacy was still too much to bear. The cane had taught her to keep still and submissively accept all handling and grooming, and now her period had started and "they were in control of that too!" Importantly for ranch records they would now start keeping track of her cycle and begin to determine when ovulation would occur.

Deborah spent no time with Dickie and when she saw him the hate welled over her so all of the ranch personnel tried to prevent contact as much as possible. Sheldon had instructed they treat Deborah with high client status because he hoped the relationship would be long and profitable. He had squander most of his inheritance and with no employable skills, other than pony management, needed the ranch to be as profitable as possible. So time went by slowly for the ponies but it flew by for Deborah so that at the end of three months all were aware of their full roles with one exception.

On a nice summer day Deborah arrived on schedule after lunch with the intent to conduct buggy training on Stoney. A few weeks earlier they began training with him pulling a light weight buggy while she was the taught to control him with the reins and take him on circuit in the largest corral. Afterwards she would participate as a groom and take both Butter and Stoney for their afternoon feed, watering, and wash down. This would be done individually as they were in different herds and Deborah did not have the confidence yet to handle two ponies simultaneously. So the afternoon was planned in her mind but on arrival Sheldon was on the veranda and his posture said they needed to have a discussion. He barely said good day before getting directly to the matter and presented her with an interesting business decision. The day before a lady friend, Elaine, from the equine community was over looking for two new male ponies to work as draft animals on her farm. She had noticed Stoney and before Sheldon could say another word Deborah blurted out, "he's not for sale"! Sheldon smiled and said he completely agreed that better things could be done with that pony but in wandering around the corrals his friend had noticed Dickie and another pony that were more in her price range for her intentions. Somewhat mollified Deborah relaxed and asked for details. Sheldon explained that a good draft male pony with 10 - 15 good years of work left should fetch around $7,000 which did not impress Deborah much but the explanation that her intention of justice had been served why pay for boarding and vet bills. Then the real bombshell, Elaine would pay another $1000 premium if Dickie was castrated before the sale was final. Elaine preferred geldings from experience working the farm and by making a successful castration contingent before sale ensured no post sale problems.

Deborah thought a long moment and then asked, "and when will the vet be visiting"? Sheldon explained that Dr. Bob was already here working on the other pony that Elaine wanted and that Sheldon had agreed to sell. The castration could be done in an hour after the vet finished with the other pony and as soon as cleared by the vet both ponies would be transported to next part of their pony life. Deborah did not hesitate and said, "ok draw up whatever documents we need to make the transaction happen, and you have my permission to castrate Dickie". Taking a long deep breath she relished what she had just ordered and now she would be free of having to see the scumbag ever again. Then as she turned to leave and head over to exercise Stoney there was Jo stepping up onto the veranda with a sly smile on her face and stated she had news about Butter --- "we think she is in season".

Over the last couple of months Butter's cycle had been tracked and consulting the tables Rhonda and Jo suspected that today and tomorrow Butter would possibly be ovulating. This morning they taken Butter's temperature with an ear thermometer that quickly provided a readout that her temp was slightly up which is an indication she was ready. So now another big decision for Deborah as it was understood that Butter was going to be breed for profit but it had slipped her mind and she said, "Ok so what do we do, when, uh...?" Sheldon interjected that first a stallion needed to be selected, "and I have a very good one but the stud fee is $5000 but you Mrs. Whittingham have a potential stallion so why don't you have us give him a tryout?" Deborah somewhat nonplused turned her head several times from Jo to Sheldon before she finally thought, "hey he's a pony, an animal, mine .... And this should be interesting!" Barely containing her excitement Deborah said, "Let's do this!"

It might be considered illogical on Sheldon's part to so easily forego the stud fee for Wacko servicing Butter but the long range strategy was to entice Deborah to be fully immersed into being a pony owner and of course this would bring greater profits to the ranch. She seemed to be embracing pony ownership and Sheldon, with the grooms and trainers help, would ensure it became important in her life.

Twenty minutes later Stoney was taken from his herd of geldings and milkers to one of the brood mare corrals --- the one containing Butter. This was the herd he was initially with for a short time, but he had always been long leashed in the center of the corral until his cock became locked down, and few days after that taken to another herd for more strenuous conditioning. Rhonda led him into the corral and unclipped his leash and swatted his rump prompting him to move further in and then left closing the gate behind him. Jo and Deborah were waiting as she climbed to the second level of the barn where they sat back in the shadows out of sight from the herd below to observe if things would progress. Stoney looked around noting the herd and his pony instinct said move to the herd and greet them so at a fast walk he headed in their direction. The herd of five brood mares instantly bunched close together and began moving at a direction 90 degrees from Stoney's course which behavior confused him but he adjusted to intercept. The herd made a sharp reversal of course but Stoney instinctively adjusted also and continued to close with the herd until he was trotting in parallel with them. The motion of the mares, both individually and as a group, triggered something in Stoney and he was intent on nothing but them. This went on for several minutes and the mares seemed determined to try and get away from Stoney who for his part was just as intent to move them from one side of the corral to the next. Finally, at one turn one of the mares stumbled slightly taking her out of the bunch for a moment while she regained her balance and Stoney was instantly between her and the herd. Butter made a break to return to the herd but he shielded her off with his speed and size, then began driving her further away from the herd to the other side of the corral until she was completely cut off from the herd. No matter what move she made he was there and she was obviously frightened and thinking, "what is wrong with this pony, why is he doing this?"

Stoney maintained physical control over his single mare harem for several minutes never letting her return to the herd. Butter's mind raced and finally she decided "maybe if I slow down it will calm him and we can work something out", so she slowed as did he and they paced the side of the corral with her essentially penned next to the railing. She tried to take stock of his mood and while she sensed his physical intensity she did not know what it meant. Visually she stole glances at him and noted how large and conditioned he was and thought, "he is one big strong pony, why is he so interested in me?" Then he bumped her slightly from just behind her shoulder and the physical contact was electrifying to her sending an emotional shudder down her entire body and she stopped. He started to nuzzle her with his nose and pushed the rest of his body against her which she did not resist as she lost herself in the feelings. This went on for several moments and neither pony saw Rhonda, Jo, and the male groom until they felt themselves being leashed and led to the gate where Deborah held it open and would shut once they were out. Stoney was led to a low four foot anchored pole and his leashed tied off by the male groom and Butter was led to the railing and suddenly she remember seeing Brandy at this same railing and started to resist but her leash was already being pulled over by Rhonda. In moments Butter was leaning over the railing at her mid section unable to pull back and a leather strap over lower back held her close to the railing.

At Stoney the male groom kneeled on one knee and reaching for the locking ring released Stoney's cock and with his hand pulled it out to full length. This cock release did half registered on Stoney who was intently eyeing Butter, her movements especially the way she swayed her rump slightly, and he could feel her tension and fear. He felt his cock being pulled out, the first time in four months, and then the groom gave him some light taps on the underside of the glands that he responded to. Rhonda came over and together she and the male groom would handle him because they did not know how he would respond so the more control the better. Taking Stoney by the arms they moved him towards the front of Butter so that they could see each other and then they began to slowly circle him around her bent over the railing. After the first complete circle his cock was fully erect and once again it was noted that he had very good length and an excellent large wide girth. On the second circle he was rock hard and ready with a stallion's posture and animal grunting. Butter herself was mesmerized by the spectacle Stoney presented and felt her body responding - but then had a human thought "I'm about to be mounted by this stallion!" On the third circle around Butter, Jo lifted her tail and noted the lips were wide open and there was plenty of lubricant available so nodded to the two holding Stoney and they began positioning him behind the mare. They did not have to push him forward, but they did have to control how he closed with her as they wanted the first thrust to be positive into her, but they did not want an out of control ram that might hurt her. Jo held Butter's tail over to one side of her rump while Stoney's cock was positioned just inches from Butters vagina and with a release of pressure holding him back he thrust into her and held for a moment. Butter let out a husky grunt and then a high pitched whinny while Stoney then began rhythmically and aggressively thrusting into her. He held no human emotions or feelings just an uncontrollable male animal urge "to take this mare".

It took about three minutes before Stoney thrust powerfully into Butter pushing his cock all the way into her where it touched her cervix and shot globs of semen in her. Rhonda and the male groom, realizing he was ejaculating, pushed on Stoney's lower back as the intent was to make sure as much sperm was deposited at the cervix as possible. Of course, Stoney held the position enjoying the sensations until finally he was fully spent and he was allowed to step back where his cock flopped out covered in the mare's juices and semen dripped from the end. Deborah watched the whole thing from 15 feet away and understood what happen but was still confusingly intrigue thinking, "My God that this is the way ponies fuck! My ponies just bred!"

The male groom led Stoney away and did not allow him to linger as he was taken for a quick cock wash and then re-lock of his cock and watering. Stallions always wanted more of the mares, understandably going several weeks between use, so the sooner the stallion was back under control the less crazy they were. Rhonda and Jo professionally discussed how it went and agreed that assuming everything was working biologically they had a good chance that Butter would be in foal. Then Jo motioned to Deborah to come over and made a hand patting motion over Butter's rump indicating some positive reinforcement was due. So Deborah patted and rubbed Butter's rump for a few minutes and hummingly voiced "what a good mare for your first time, good pony girl good pony girl". Internally Butter was emotionally unhinged swinging from human thoughts to pony thoughts, "I've just been raped - fucked!, I've just been serviced, covered, and mounted by a stallion, no no no no!, oh was that what I wanted!? Could it be!? I wanted that stallion - I accepted him?!?!?!" Butter was left at the railing for an hour while it was hoped that one of the lucky sperm was finding a healthy egg and fertilizing it.

Stoney for his part was a bit crazy and a bit rambunctious with the male groom while being led by his leash. His pony stallion blood and excitement was up while his cock stayed partially erect enjoying its unlocked state as it swayed from side to side matching his strides. With his leash tied off the groom washed down and cleaned the cock thoroughly which caused it to become erect again having been locked and controlled for four months it strained out in its freedom. Realizing that the cock would stay erect and be difficult to lock down the groom retrieved an ice cube from the barn refrigerator and applied it over the cock and balls causing a deflation to occur, as well as a "snort" of indignation from Stoney. Then without preamble the groom pushed the cock back to the ring, pulled the locking ring out of his shirt pocket, threaded it through the piercing ring and scrotum ring and locked it taking the pony's cock back under control. Standing the groom untied the leash and leading Stoney to his stall praised him, "good pony, I guess you have some stallion in you and we will see in a few weeks how you did so there might be more mares to mount in the future."

Rhonda and Jo were quite pleased with themselves and congratulated each other on how well they had brought these two ponies along. Four months ago they were free human beings going about their lives moving in society individuals. Then they had been professionally captured, transitioned to pony status, broken to harness, and transformed into a brood mare for Butter and potential stallion for Stoney. The future for both ponies was irrevocable as animals and they would never return to human status.

After an hour in his stall Stoney calmed down and his human thoughts were astonished at how he had reacted and what he had done. "I'm no rapist but what did I just do? I took that mare and fucked her without any hesitation and hard --- plus she seemed to want it too?" Later his mood changed and his pony stallion thoughts returned which caused his cock to swell in its locked condition and became uncomfortable as he replayed the scene and hoped to repeat it. "Sorry pony girls but when this cock is unlocked I'm taking and covering you - that is what I'm supposed to do!"

Since exercising Stoney was now a moot point all the women headed to the veranda for some refreshments and once seated with ice teas Deborah asked some questions about how to judge a successful breeding. Jo led the discussion and explained that they could not yet promote that Stoney was proven until he successfully impregnated a few mares, and success for Butter would not be judged until she was successfully breed and dropped a live healthy foal. Real success was judged in nine months and profitable success after a series of two to three good breedings. That said they all thought it had gone well, Stoney had responded as a stallion in the corral, and certainly once presented to the mare, and Butter had taken being covered and mounted by a stallion in a normal pony girl manner. Deborah voiced how proud she was of her ponies but then her voice trailed off as she looked out into the large yard and saw Dickie being led from a corral toward the barn where Dr. Bob's van was parked.


Chapter Nine: Pony Life Continues

The first few months of pony life were traumatic and multifaceted for the new ponies. They lost their self directed thought and reasoning becoming ever more pony instinctive in their actions. Rather than think in terms of doing something they reacted to the stimuli, however it was presented, and they learned to stop thinking in regards to how to affect their environment and became part of the scene - the pony scene. A pony did as directed in training, responding to positive as well as negative reinforcement, mirrored other ponies in their respective herd, and accepted completely the loss of personal control in all things. Periodically they had human thoughts but the majority of their thoughts were animal in recognition and response. Time to water - accept the nozzle, bladder full - pee wherever you were and with whoever was around, being a mare in season - accept the servicing of a stallion, presented a mare - cover and mount, and always seek to be obedient and compliant. Deborah joined this same scene but obviously in a different role as she completely embraced the concepts of pony ownership along with the power and control she now exercised.

At the 45 day point all three had an appointment with the vet where they were anesthetized and while unconscious had their hand sleeves and boots removed. Their toe and finger nails were removed, the wounds medicated, and sleeves and boots reattached. They awoke feeling their toes and finger tips sore but unable to discern why and after a few days the soreness went away. This solved grooming logistics for their handlers so that only infrequently would the boots and hand covers have to be removed and usually only for replacement.

At the 120 day point Butter was in season and was mated on two consecutive days by Stoney and two and half weeks later while peeing and shitting one morning Jo passed a pregnancy test strip through Butter's stream. The color of the treated paper strip turned positive blue and Dr. Bob was called for and who a few days later confirmed that Butter was indeed in foal and she was put on a new regime of vitamins and supplements to support a successful pregnancy. Stoney knew nothing of this but wondered when he would be led again to the corrals holding the brood mares and knew he would do it again if presented a mare. His stallion maleness would demand it and drive him to it.

Of course, Dickie at the 120 day point, in anticipation of a sale requirement, was castrated and became a gelding. Not knowing his ultimate fate he obediently accepted being led to the vet barn and recognized that he was going to go through another vet examination. Once in the medical room he accepted being locked face first into the X frame examination mechanism but this time his hooves were pulled very wide and secured tightly. Then surprisingly Dr. Bob pulled out a steel hand cutter tool at Dickie's front and cut the cock and ball piercing rings, cut the ball sack ring, and then removed them pulling the rings completely off. This was quite uncomfortable, borderline painful, as the cut ends were sharp and burred from the cutting but quickly Dickie no longer sported a cock and ball lock rings. While Tina prepared something out of his sight, Dr. Bob moved behind and lifted Dickie's tail exposing the back of the ball sack, then with medical tape secured the tail to one side of his rump. Next Dickie heard an electric humming sound and vibrations to the back of his exposed balls. Lots of confusion was evident in Dickie as two patches of skin at the back of his balls and the base of the sack were shaved clean of pubic hair. Something cold, wet, and which felt like antiseptic was applied to his ball sack against the sound of something like metal bowl being placed on the floor. Dr. Bob worked quickly with professional skill, without appearing in haste, and using a small scalpel opened Dickie's ball sack with an incision just behind one ball and worked the testicle out of the sack and into view. The scalpel sliced the testicle free dropping it into a metal bowl on the floor and Tina handed the vet a heat cauterization gun that stopped the bleeding veins and closed the semen vascular ducts. For Dickie's part he felt the sharp pain of the scalpel and cauterization and whimpered into his bit but did not yet know what was happening. The second testicle was removed and Tina took Dickie's balls for disposal while the vet closed the sack with stitches that would dissolve over two weeks. For his part Dickie did not at first understand what happened and it would be two days before he realized his ball sack was empty --- permanently. In a week Dr. Bob checked back on the two newly gelded ponies and pronounced them fit for transport to their new owner to complete their sale. The next day the newly geld ponies were loaded in horse trailer, designed for human equine, and delivered to their new owner and life as draft work ponies.


Chapter Ten: The Festival

It had been presented to Deborah as an invitation but was something more because the announcement that Sheldon was holding an event, "The Festival", was an annual event in the equine community. Many of the influential members of the community sponsored themed events on a regular basis inviting other like minded pony owners for a day of fellowship and exhibitionism at their ranches. This was Deborah's fifth month of pony ownership, and as she had demonstrated a high degree of interest and satisfaction in human ponies, it was quietly discussed among the upper members that yes she would be introduced to their society officially. The intention was that this would be Mrs. Whittingham's "coming out" event and she would be their newest pony owner debutante in the equine community. The motives behind all this were not explained to Deborah as Sheldon merely invited her to attend what he called "a gathering of like minded pony owners" and a chance to understand their world. Intrigued, of course, Deborah was reluctant but over the course of two weeks agreed and consented that she would demonstrate Stoney pulling her buggy.

The day arrived and she was amazed at the sight with at least 50 people in attendance, a canopy pavilion, and yes lots of top notch ponies she had never seen on display. She was dressed in expensive riding attire without being too ostentations that complimented her trim figure but was also functional as she would have to handle her pony from a buggy. The event was catered by an exclusive and discreet company, the rich and powerful mingled in an intimate and comfortable fashion sipping refreshments and greeting others with customary politeness, and a clear posture of their position. Deborah tried very hard to feel at ease but could not shake herself free from the thought that these people were like her and owned ponies as these thoughts were simply overwhelming. Sheldon officially took a microphone and introduced her but her mind was racing and she was obviously very tight and nervous especially when she received a polite clapping for having taken ownership of some promising ponies and joining their society. Sheldon announced the events of the day and said that there would be non-competitive show pony displays, examples of pony training, pony demonstrations by owners, and that there would be a small wild pony auction for those who were interested later. Deborah tried to mingle but was unnerved by the scene when her arm was taken from behind by an elderly matron who asked, "why don't you join me for a while in conversation".

The older woman was one of Sheldon's first teachers, Mrs. Doyson, who had help counsel him on the proper development of brood mares. She led Deborah to a quiet corner of chairs, introduced herself, and seated confidently inquired about Deborah and her status (but of course already knew everything having been forewarned). It took a long hour of slow non-committal conversation for Deborah to loosen up and finally Mrs. Doyson stated, "we owners share ourselves with each other as like minded folks so that we can learn to trust one another and divulge personal information as a sign of entry so what is your story?" Gathering herself Deborah spewed out rapid fire why she was here, cheating husband and mistress plotting her murder, pony revenge, wrong pony taken, satisfaction in learning pony ownership, strong intense interest in pony training, etc..... She went on for about 30 minutes as Mrs. Doyson let her ramble excitably and when Deborah caught her breath she was congratulated for finding a "very deep and true calling". Then Mrs. Doyson asked, "and will you being showing any of your ponies?" Deborah's response indicated that she was at last beginning to relax somewhat and she proudly said, "yes I intend to show my pony boy behind a buggy and I think he is very good being only five months into his pony training". The ice broken the two women talked for an hour more and began cementing their personal relationship as Deborah related her story and listened raptly as Mrs. Doyson discussed her experience running a profitable brood mare ranch for the past 40 years.

After almost two hours of conversation between the women Jo approached and standing quietly for a moment interjected that Sheldon recommended that now might be a good time to demonstrate Stoney at The Festival. Mrs. Doyson smiled and knowingly nodded her head to Deborah who gathered her courage and acknowledged the suggestion, Jo pointed to the pony boy ready with buggy outside the pavilion tied to a railing, and all eyes followed her as she walked outside to him and untied his leash. Seating herself in the buggy she tried to exude confidence and pulled the reins to turn him and the buggy away from the railing and give a crisp "giddee up boy" and with a light tap from her whip got him moving. He started instantaneously and began pulling in the direction that the reins dictated, digging in his conditioned legs to pull positively as commanded, and seemingly effortlessly began trotting and pulling the ultra-light weight buggy under her command. Deborah had been coached on how to conduct this demonstration and took Stoney on several wide circles near the pavilion, then began a series of turns and loops, which was followed by tighter twist turns through some pre-positioned plastic cones that clearly exhibited Stoney's training, coordination, and responsiveness but also Deborah's skill in controlling him. After 20 minutes Stoney, having strongly trotted with a straight back and high leg stride, was brought to a walk and directed back to the tie off railing. Stoney was breathing heavily, sweating, but had not lost any of his pony concentration while responding to his owner's guidance. Deborah was feeling euphoric as she hoped out of the buggy seat but then was stunned by the genuine and strong applause from the other pony owners which took her a few moments to acknowledge before she took a stage bow rewarding everyone with a bright smile --- she was one of them.

Deborah did not forget the other star of the show Stoney and was effusive in praise as she tied him off and gratefully took the offered sugar cube from Jo and pushed it into his mouth. He responded positively, of course, but also humanly understood the turning point significance too, "I just put on a good pony boy display of obedience, training, and conditioning ...... because that is what I am now .... the sugar cube is nice is there a water nozzle nearby?"

The Festival continued with several demonstrations of show ponies and training with Deborah being intrigued by one gentleman owner who had two statuesque pony girls who were very tall and not just because of their booted hooves. These pony girls were drop dead gorgeous, buxom, firm and toned bodies, obviously professionally broken and well trained. Harnessed to a buggy as a team they effortlessly pulled the man around as he demonstrated their skills and conditioning which drew Deborah's curiosity so she determined to know more about them and him. Martin Caiden was tall and attractive as a man, apparently a man of substance judging by his dress and demeanor, and very skilled in handling his show ponies. As Deborah approached him he smiled and extended his hand with a polite society handshake between a man and woman and voiced the usual introductory curtseys. He congratulated her on her performance in managing her pony boy, and the way he said it caused her to flush with pride and a bit of conceit. After several minutes of polite conversation she steered the talk to his pony girls and their superb conditioning and stunning beauty. Martin took the cue and explained that he only owned and worked show girl ponies as it was his passion that balanced his professional life in owning several large but personally demanding companies. He stated, "I take the only the best women after much research, break them, and train them into award winning show ponies". He said this so proudly, matter of factly, that it stroked Deborah's imagination and made a point that this pony owner made no bones about what he did to beautiful women that came into his view. Further, he explained while standing next to his pony girls and softly caressing their skin with his finger tips and the back of his hand, "I spotted these two beauties as show girls in Las Vegas, arranged their abduction a year ago, had them taken to my ranch and transitioned them into the best quality show girl ponies. Of course, they did not volunteer for this but as you can see my methods work". He talked well within ear shot of both pony girls as if they could not understand but as Deborah took in his words she glanced at the pony girls and it was obvious from their very faint but distinct posture that they understood and a passing cloud of discomfort sadness could be seen. Once they had pride fully marveled in their beauty and feminine grace with the attention it had brought them from men. Now they understood how their beauty had resulted in their life changing status as ponies, with no recourse but obedience and submission to pony life, and with no chance of rescue.

Lunch was announced and the owners outside entered the pavilion as a bevy of grooms tended to the ponies tied off at the railings. Stoney got some water from Jo and indicated through his posture that he was grateful which earned him a rump pat and words of further encouragement over his performance. During lunch there were several announcements about other events for the day as the crowd of owners animatedly talked and exchanged news while discussing their community and ponies. Seated at a table of several other owners Deborah was quiet but took in every conversation she could hear and from time to time offered up an input. As dessert was winding down Mrs. Doyson was suddenly whispering in her ear, "Deborah could I introduce you to someone --- in need of a favor?" Deborah rose and made the normal polite departure words and then walked with the older woman to spot outside a corner of the pavilion to another woman about Deborah's age but a little on the stout side. Introductions were made with Patsy Harper who owned a brood mare ranch but had recently lost her stallion to old age and had arranged for one of her mares to be serviced at the Festival but that stallion owner was a no show. "So I understand your pony boy has recently successfully serviced your mare --- could I inquire if you are standing him to stud and your fee?"

Deborah thought for a moment and stated she had not really thought about it and did not have enough experience to answer the request. Plus she added that Sheldon had a stallion available causing both other women to laugh and verbally convey that he charged too much for his stallion who despite his physical condition seemed a little odd pony wise. Deborah turned to Mrs. Doyson for guidance who suggested a contingency agreement be arrived at of 10% of the sale of a successful foal to the adoption business or a flat fee of $1000 for a successful breeding on a promising but not yet proven stud. Agreement was reached on the flat fee and then logistics were discussed and a plan to meet in an hour at the breeding railing that Deborah pointed out 100 yards away.

Deborah went in search of Sheldon to discuss things and her need to have a groom assist and he said he would see to it. Naturally he wanted to know the business details, but withheld asking, as he wondered how he could have made a profit out of this event. The hour went by slowly back in the pavilion and then Jo appeared at one of the entrances, caught Deborah eye and nodded for her to come out to Stoney. Once outside Jo smiled at Deborah and said, "are you ready to assist today Mrs. Whittingham?" getting a positive reply from Deborah as they both unhooked Stoney from the buggy poles and disconnected the reins from his bit. Deborah took the lead and grasping the leash closely to his collar with one hand had the rest of the leash gathered in her hand commanded, "come along Stoney time to earn your keep". They crossed the yard and observed Patsy and Rhonda getting the mare to the railing and in position for being covered and mounted.

The mare was older than Stoney and had already successfully dropped eight foals in her time as brood mare and knew what was coming as her rump moved with anticipation under the rail strap. At one time she had been a graduate student intent on life in academia but became a little too interested in pony life and ultimately her risk taking fantasies landed her permanently as a pony. Encouraged to be part of a film as a pony girl actor she spent several hours in front of the camera going through training routines with other ponies. At the end of the day expecting to be released from her tack and paid for her acting she was unceremoniously pulled into a pony trailer and taken away. There would be no more pony girl acting from then on - only the real thing as a pony girl.

She was in great shape having spent the past five months recovering from her last pregnancy while being a milker until it was determined to stop her milk production and put her back into service as a ready mare. Stoney noticed the situation quickly and without any human thought his cock became swollen in its locked status which Deborah noticed and any worry about him performing vanished. Tying his leash off at the low stump Deborah kneeled in front of Stoney and fumbled to take off the locking ring because of her inexperience, nervousness, and due to how swollen he was. Jo offered to help, but Deborah declined, and in a moment the cock swung free and as she had seen done before she grasp it and pulled it out to its full length. Stoney stared intently at the mare, mostly at her rump and legs, but also noted the extra large udders and the distended teats from her recent milking routine. Deborah tapped the underside of his cock glands and he went from mostly erect to fully erect with his cock sticking straight out - he was ready right now. Taking his arms in theirs Jo and Deborah gained further control of him, Deborah untied his leash and closely holding it near his collar they started him on a circle of the mare. For her part the mare did not make eye contact with him but took in his physical features for a moment and then zero'd in on his pony cock that was stiff and ready knowing it was her time for another breeding. They only circled twice before Rhonda checked that the mare was ready and nodded it was time for the main event. Deborah struggled a bit as they approached the mare because Stoney was in prime physical condition, large at six foot four inches and 210 pounds of pony stallion, and his testosterone level was at maximum. Once they were about six inches from the mare's vagina he surged into her in one powerful stroke that drew a hoarse stallion grunt from him and high pitched scream from the mare. Nature took over full control here and he pumped thrusts into the mare for almost four minutes before ejaculating globs of semen deep inside of her. It took this long because after eight foals her tightness was stretched and gone but her fertility was still there and that is why Patsy wanted her bred as she was still a money producer.

Jo cautioned Deborah to stay focus on control as Stoney's wet dripping cock slipped from the mare explaining that he was "in stallion lala land and would be very unpredictable". Up close and personal, like this, Deborah had an intense emotional experience herself having never in her wildest thoughts that she would be doing something like this and then a conviction that "Stoney was now a stallion, a stud, whose semen was for sale in breeding". Finding more control the two women turned around Stoney so that he was no longer able to see the mare and passing the leash to Jo who started leading him away for a cock wash then a return to the buggy for more afternoon runs. Patsy was praising her mare and rubbing her rump telling her "what a good job sweetheart, you took him very well, and got ready very quick". Then Patsy turned to Deborah and gave her an unconscious hug and said," thank you, I did not want to let her pass in season without getting bred and wasting a month". For her part Deborah said, "oh your welcome I'm glad how we got it done", then turning to return to the pavilion noticed that many in Festival attendance had witnessed the breeding and concluded that she was now one of them in the equine community.

The rest of the afternoon passed pleasantly as ponies were put on display and several experienced pony owners gave seminar talks on responsibilities of ownership, training, grooming, and successful breeding to small groups. Deborah enjoyed putting on another demonstration of Stoney's buggy skills and was quite pleased with herself and shocked when Sheldon took the microphone and announced that for those that were interested three wild ponies were in the nearby temporary steel railing pen being offered for sale by Bandy Ranch. Half of the group surged to go see and Deborah felt unconsciously compelled to go see too. In the pen were two young pony girls and one pony boy in their late teens or early twenties and all three in obvious emotional distress and fear. Seven days earlier they had been on an extended hike and camping trip and had wondered into some very remote country on the south side of Big Bear Mountain. A professional pony collector had noticed their solitary car parked at the trail head and through his connections had run the plates to discern some information about who they might be learning one of the girls owned the car and with that information found her age and a few particulars. Calling for his partner they placed the area under surveillance and two days later as the trio came up the trail head confronted them pretending to be park rangers and accusing them of illegal trespass. Verbally controlling them with intimidation they proceed to explain they were going to be interrogated behind their truck and horse trailer. While one collector watched the others they were led one by one to the back of the trailer out of sight of each other, in the remote parking area, got a dose of incapacitating drug spray and then pushed into the trailer. Then they were quickly shackled, chained, and drugged and taken down the mountain where the two collectors spent a few hours offering them for sale telephonically until the Bandy Ranch owner agreed to take them on consignment. The collectors would get 50% of the ultimate sale price and the ranch owner would pocket the rest or add them to his collection.

The wild ponies were naked except for their harness and boots which they were still unsure of, they had been caned punished just enough to be made obedient to basic handling, were unbranded, and still very wild and not yet ponies. The nature of their capture was explained as this was important to the community wishing to maintain its discreetness. The pony boy was essentially worthless as he was short and underweight having never seen any athletic exercise so there was not much that could be done with him until he was bulked up, castrated and put out as a draft pony. Nonetheless one farmer offered $3000 and it was accepted on the spot without any haggling. The two pony girls were attractive enough in their youthfulness but were not show pony girl quality nor big enough to ever be draft ponies so their probable use was as brood mares. In this regard they had some qualities with positive hip structure, medium udders that would grow over time, and they exhibited a wide eyed submissive look. They had been crying, of course, for days after their capture and rough treatment but only vaguely realized they were being sold.

Deborah studied the pony girls and moved to look at them from the side and rear noting their physical characteristics and listening to the auctioneer explain how they were captured and possible uses. In addition she overheard the comments from the owner crowd understanding what the more experienced were seeing (or not seeing) in these wild pony girls. Bidding started and it started very slowly so the auctioneer worked overtime to generate interest on the natural blond who stood in one spot but shaking in fear which aroused some interest eventually and serious bidding started. She went for $23,000 and then it was time for her friend who had long dark brown hair that she was very proud of and more womanly curves. This pony girl was understandably frightened, but she stood stock still with her head up and looking straight ahead. Bidding started and impulsively Deborah joined in, a strategy mistake she later admitted as she should have set a limit and bid on a strategy of use for the pony girl. The bidding went up and then slowed until Deborah was announced as the winning bid at $29,000.

Sheldon was pleased at what he witnessed knowing he now had another pony to board for Deborah and perhaps leading to more profits. Financially of course nobody carried that amount of cash with them so the ponies would be boarded with a third party until actual funds were transferred then released for transport to their new owners. Sheldon quickly arranged this for Deborah at another ranch and within three days her new brood mare was at the SS ranch and under the breaking and training of Jo and Rhonda. As agreed Deborah would wait a few weeks before checking the status of her new pony and literally did not give the new pony girl much thought as Stoney occupied most of her thoughts.


Chapter Eleven: After the Festival and into the Future

At one year from Deborah becoming a pony owner she reviewed the year and marveled at her emergence, and still thrilled, to be an owner of ponies for recreation and profit. Stoney, of course, was the apple of her eye for his attractive appearance, conditioning, and full adaptation to being a pony. Certainly everyone knew he longed for his freedom and a return to human status periodically but he did acknowledge in many ways that he was a pony and stallion at the behest of his owner. He enjoyed the attention she showed him as a pony and while he understood that she was responsible for his being made into a pony he had lost all resentments. When Deborah was around he got lots of individual attention that mitigated his human boredom thoughts, for some reason he could not understand he relished showing off his pony conditioning and behavior, and also he had learned that sometimes when Deborah was around he was presented a mare to cover and mount which was very physically and emotionally satisfying. Never again would he date a woman and strategize about how to get her into bed because now periodically he mated with a pony girl, who obliged her animal instincts through training and indoctrination, and he could respond to his stallion instincts and pony think with his cock.

Butter dropped her foal on time and with minimal fuss despite being terrified and degraded by the experience. At a month after breeding she intuitively knew she was pregnant and that renewed her feelings of dread that occurred at her capture, breaking and training. The herd understood her emotional distress and rallied to her with emotional support that eventually helped her cope with her predicament. She hated and loved the memory of her breeding conceding that she had indeed enjoyed it, from an animal response stance, but wondered where it would eventually lead her. The revelation in her fifth month was that she would always be a brood mare and her expanding belly would be her normal state. Butter had been fitted with an adjustable harness which had a lower belly strap that could be let out as her pregnancy continued. Her exercise routine was less strenuous as her time approached and the one true benefit was that after the fifth month she did not sport a tail plug up her anus as it might interfere with her physical state. The day arrived and at the feeding station her water broke soaking her legs and the ground at her feet. Janice, the groom that day, used the barn page phone and set in motion a vet alert as Jo quickly showed up. Taking Butter to the medical examination room they determined her readiness and contraction rate while Butter was placed in a swinging harness with knees drawn up high. Three hours later and a beautiful blond boy was born, washed and assessed for healthiness, and whisked away to a predetermined location where the adoption agency took custody and prepared to present him to his new parents.

Butter endured this with no painkillers and no human partner coaching --- this was not a young woman giving new life or being part of couple. She was an animal, a brood mare, and this was the business end of being mated with the stallion. Dr. Bob stitched up her slightly torn vagina, disinfected the mare's female parts, and she was sequestered in a recovery stall for two days. The grooms kept her fed and watered while giving her encouragement to get back on her feet and when she did they simply returned her to the herd where her more personal support occurred. Of course her udders were swollen and sore which caused plenty of physical and emotional discomfort but then she was introduced to the milking room where she was tied off at a milking station. Her first introduction to milking made her very nervous as her teats were sanitized then placed into suction cups surrounded by a clear rubber cover that enveloped each udder. Then a machine was turned on and suction pressure was applied to her teats which after a few minutes began to excrete a watery white liquid that drained into tubing and was carried away. Her first milk contribution was small but as the days wore on her production grew until she could produce a pint at every milking. She both loved and hated milking because her teats grew very sensitive and irritated but she always wanted the swollen udders emptied to give her some time of comfort before they swelled again. She would be kept as a milker for four to five months before her milk production was medicinally halted and she was readied for her next breeding.

It became of little thought about Butter by Deborah after the initial breeding because of her interest in Stoney but as the pregnancy progressed and Deborah eyed the progress with Butter her view changed. She no longer had any burning hatred for Butter because now she was a pony girl and Deborah viewed her as such losing her thoughts of her as a murdering bent slut. So Deborah took more interest in her training, conditioning, and even at times groomed Butter and with no hesitation washed every part of her with gentleness out of an owner's concern. Butter was a mare but she was Deborah's mare.

Then of course there was the second mare to Deborah's herd who had been named Mexie for no particular reason. The young girl had broken hard and resisted for almost five weeks before finally submitting emotionally to her pony training. She was not particularly strong mentally but understood the stakes while grasping the situation --- "give in and its over girl, they have you, and look around --- you will be a pony girl! Yes that cane hurts a lot but I can't give in!" The training and conditioning, both physical and emotionally, wore her down and one day she spent a whole day not needing any negative reinforcement and then spent successive days adapting as a pony girl.

Mexie broke because of several factors related to her conditioning and training. As a form of coping she learned to stop her directed human thinking as it caused her emotional discomfort and despair. Thoughts of escape or rescue led to depression that could not be abated so better to stop thinking about how to get away only to slam into the reality that it could not happen. She escaped mentally into being more animal instinctive and adjusting her behavior to that of the herd. Bunch together in the shade when in the corral, help swish the insects away, learn pony communication of grunts and whinnies, and respond to training and routine. Boredom methodically and relentless took away her human intellect while her developing pony personality behavior filled the void. She started losing all concept of a human world outside the confines of the ranch with no access to television, radio, or internet. As a woman she was conditioned to constantly assess her looks but as a pony there were no mirrors to look into to check her hair, makeup, or clothes. Collared, harnessed, and bitted with the attached binders at the sides of her she could only look at the other pony girls and guess her appearance. Her hands being restricted from use she had to rely on what she could see and feel to understand what she was as a pony girl. She was branded, tailed head and rump, bottom inner lip tattoo'd, and her nose ringed to control her. As her pony personality got stronger against her weakening human one she regained her spiritness but now as a pony girl.

At four months of pony life Mexie was astonished by the appearance in the corral of large pony boy who cut her out of the brood mare herd and dominated her for a few minutes. Her response was naturally fearful but deep down she responded to his interest and exhibited interest back. Then of course she was taken to the railing outside the corral and learned that this pony boy was a stallion. In time she was at eight months and her belly was swollen with a foal and showing that she nearing her time.

Life at the SS ranch continued for many years and Mrs. Whittingham acquired ownership when Sheldon contracted cancer and sold out shortly before his death. She made Rhonda and Jo junior partners to ensure their continued connection to the ranch and to reward them for their skills in breaking and training ponies. Through the years Deborah established and maintained a herd of brood mares and earned an underground reputation among certain people as someone who could provide a unique form of revenge and justice for cheating spouses. Rhonda and Jo just loved these types of new ponies as they were so satisfying to break and train.