"Take that smile off yer face, Slut. Yer think this is all a sex game? A quick prance aroun' the barnyard then back to the stalls for a fuck?

Get wise, Bitch. Yer here to be trained as a pony slave - an' Ah don't mean some showgirl in plumes like that fancy bitch standin' in the doorway over thar. Yer gonna be a nice obedient, brainless two legged pony fer yer Master - Twenyfour hours a day, seven days a week fer tha whole five years yer were stupid enough to contract yerself ta him. An' Ah'll stripe yer ass with this crop every single time Ah even think yer slackin'.

'Cos... thar's worse things than bein' a common ponyslave.. How'd yer like ter end up as a Brood Mare? How'd yer fancy spendin' yer days chained up naked an' pregnant in a barn or cellar or bein' carted 'round in yer own portable padded cell, making babies fer wealthy, childless couples who've been turned down by the adoption agencies?

Yeah, THAT got yer attention. Now get up off yer knees an start walking; or Ah'll fit yer with a lock-on spiked ball-an'-bit gag an a front an' back chastity belt for the rest of yer time her an' yer ain't never gonna get fucked by the stable lads -EVER!