The window was open, what luck. I climbed through, taking a look each way to make sure nobody would see and spoil my fun. Inside, I stood there, letting my eyes adjust to the dark. There she was, on the bed before me. Her long, brown hair tied back in a ponytail. I smiled to myself at the irony in that. Before long, It would be her real pony tail.

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the rag, and crept up beside her. She awoke with a start as I pressed it over her nose and mouth. My hand stifled her screams as her eyes, wide with fear, slowly began to close, and she went still.

I picked her out of the bed and climbed back out the window, put her in the backseat of the truck, and headed off into the night.

* * * * *

I watched her as she woke up, from a chair in the corner. At first, she just sat there, on the couch where I left her. Then, when she opened her eyes, she realized that the ceiling she was looking at wasn't hers. She sat up, looked around, remembering what had happened just an hour earlier. She spotted me, and froze.

"Who are you?" she asked, in a frightened voice. "What do you want?"

I just sat there, silent, staring into her wide eyes.

"Who are you?"

Silence answered her question.

She stood up and started to back into the doorway behind her, and broke into a full run. I just sat there, waiting. There was no way out. The only exit was through a trapdoor in the floor. Even that was right next to me.

She came back into the room, having found no way out, and looked around, probably searching for something to use against me. She found nothing. There was nothing in the room except the couch and a small table. The other room was nothing but a bathroom, with a toilet, and a sink. There was nothing here to help her.

Finally I spoke. "You are Alexis. You live here with me. You are my pony."

She just looked at me, confused. "I'm not. I'm Michelle, and I don't live with..."

"You are Alexis. And you live with me." I interrupted firmly. I walked up to her; she put her hands up to hold me back. I grabbed them and twisted them behind her back. Out of my pocket I took a pair of handcuffs and snapped them around her wrists.

She started to sob as I threw her to the floor. While she was sprawled out on the carpet, I walked to the trapdoor, and lowered it, dropping the ladder.

I walked over to the crying girl, picked her up by the arm and dragged her to the opening.

"Down." I commanded.

Slowly, she lowered her legs onto the top rung and carefully took each step until she was on the floor of the hallway below. She just stood there, the ladder blocking her escape.

Once down, I lifted the ladder and led her downstairs, and out the door.

She looked around, frantically for something to help her. A neighbor, a street, anything. She found nothing. I live on a large ranch. Trees surrounded the field. The only thing here was the house, the stable, and the range. I led her swiftly through the yard, half dragging her. That would soon change, I thought to myself.

I opened the stable door and threw her down on the hay in the first stall. A chain, attached to the floor, was connected to a collar, which I quickly fixed around her neck. I stood back, admiring my new catch.

She was a girl of about twenty years, very pretty with her long, brown hair and big, dark eyes. She lay there, crying, confused and angry.

"I wanna go home." She sobbed.

"Oh but you are home, filly." I smiled.

She just continued sobbing. "Get used to this, this is your new home. And get some rest. You've got a big day ahead of you." I turned around and walked out, closing and locking the door behind me.

I slept the rest of the night, very tired after my long night. I woke up at 8 sharp, eager to start the day. I got dressed and ate my Cheerios, laughing when I heard the report of a young woman missing out of the next town over my scanner.

I made my way over to the stables after my dishes were cleaned. I opened the door and saw my Alexis still on the ground. She rose immediately when I walked in, obviously after crying the night away.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked, knowing that she'd been awake all night.

She backed up as much as her chain would allow. I walked up to her, held up her chin softly so I could look into her eyes. "You will be a very fine pony. You know that? A very fine pony indeed." I said, amused at her wide-eyed, frightened expression.

"Time for your shower." I undid the chain from her collar, and led her into the next stall. A chain hung from the rafters above, and I fixed it to her collar, holding her upright. Using a knife that hung from a hook on the wall, I cut off her blue nightgown, which by this time was dirty, having spent a night on the ground. Tossing it aside, I picked up a hose that ran in from the spout outside and began hosing down my new mare.

The cold water woke her up quickly. She tried to run from it but her efforts were useless. I hosed her good. Spraying down every inch of her soft body, rubbing each spot down with my hand to make sure it was clean. She shouted, "No, stop, please. No.", but I ignored her, spraying her delightful frame, paying special attention to her privates. The pressure entered her ass hard, and she pushed forward, screaming for me to stop.

I did eventually stop, but not until I was sure that she was thoroughly cleaned off. I grabbed a towel and rubbed her dry.

"Don't move." I commanded her as I released her from the chain. She fell to the ground but I picked her back up, and led her to a third stall.

This one was bigger, with all sorts of interesting things hanging from the walls. To the right, was the bit that I'd gotten for my first pony, shortly after I grabbed her from her apartment in the city. Next to that was her harness.

I wasn't ready to give my Alexis her new clothes, but merely wanted to show her that she was now mine. All mine.

I uncuffed her and reattached her hands to another chain that hung down. As she hung there by her wrists, I grabbed an egg crate and slid it beneath her feet, giving her some support, but not much.

I walked behind her; she looked over her shoulder to try to see what I was doing. I grabbed a bullwhip that was hanging in the back and unraveled it. I returned to her field of vision and her eyes widened and watered. Choking back a sob, she knew what was going to happen.

CRACK! I made contact with rear, and she released the sob that she was trying to hold back. I swung the whip again and struck her back. "Aaagh." She cried on contact.

Again, this time on her front, leaving a big red mark across her stomach.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Those last three left more red marks across her body.

She just stood there, with her arms stretched above her, bawling, whimpering in pain. Her delicate body was not used to this.

CRACK! I looked, waiting for the sign that she was ready. Nothing. CRACK. She screamed again, begging for me to stop. CRACK. A low moan escaped her lips.

She was ready. I rolled up the whip, hung it back where I found it, and walked out of the stables, into the house.

I spent another hour doing regular stuff. Just life as usual, as if my new pet wasn't still hanging in the stables. Until I heard a knock on the door. I ran to answer it.

Wasting no time, I led my guest through the house, out the back door, and into the stable to see my new prize. Opening the door, Janice walked in and spied the hanging girl.

"Ooh, this is a pretty one." She put down her bag and began to feel her down, pinching parts of her body as she moved across her skin. "Not too much excess fat. This one will be very nice. That is, if you can hang on to her.."

"Don't you worry about that. Let's get started on the fitting."

"Mmkay." Janice said as she reached into her bag and pulled out her measuring tape. She spared no expense. Violating whichever part of the girl's body she needed, taking notes on every detail. When she finally finished, she put down her tape, and started a physical examination. She lifted her feet, studying the soles, one at a time. She spread Alexis's pussy apart. "Nice and tight." She commented.

She took a flashlight and shined it into her eyes, spread up her lips to inspect her teeth, and stepped back.

"She's a keeper, I say." She packed her bag and started to head out. "I'll have the tack ready tomorrow. Let her rest."

"Why so long?" I asked her.

"This mare has the most voluptuous curves I've ever had to deal with. I can't just adjust one that I already have. I have to make this one from scratch."

"Ah, gotcha." I watched her walk out the door.

Releasing her from her bonds, I grabbed her arm and led her back to the first stall. After securing her to the ground, and her hands behind her, I walked to the wall and pulled a feeding bag off a hook. Confused, the girl backed away, not knowing what I was going to do with it.

I grabbed her head and fit the sack around her mouth and nose, and buckled it to her head.

"Eat. You need the food in your system."

She hesitated. Then I could see her jaw begin to move as she took some of the food into her mouth. Her eye narrowed in frustration as she realized that what she was eating was grass and oats.

"What? That's pony food. And after all, you are my pony. Now eat up."

* * * * *

Janice returned the next day with a box in hand. We walked to the stable and found my Alexis still on the ground where I left her. She was sleeping on the hay, seemingly for the first time since that first night.

I nudged her with my foot and her eyes fluttered open. She appeared confused for a second but quickly realized that she had not woken up from a nightmare.

I picked her up by her arm.

"Don't move." I told her.

She stayed put as Janice opened the box and pulled out a leather garment.

She found a loop hidden in the mess of straps and draped it around Alexis's neck. Then, letting it hang, she found two of the straps that hung down. Reaching around her curvaceous body, she buckled them nice and snug around her waist.

Two straps joined into one, still hanging, with a patch of leather with a hole in it toward the end. Janice took it and weaved it between her legs and fastened it to the waist straps, securing the hole over Alexis's arsehole.

Stepping back, she had the same view as me. My pony was beautiful in her new harness. It was a perfect fit. Her breasts were held up so that in any position they jutted out very nicely. Her pussy was exposed to the elements and her arsehole was accessible. Along her sides were two O rings, which would prove very useful.

From inside the box, Janice took a leather collar. It was a tall one with leather accents going around it. She lifted Alexis's chin up and wrapped the collar around her neck.

"Perfect fit." I complimented her work. And it was a perfect fit. It held up her chin so that she looked very dignified. No pony should ever look shamed. I smiled with approval.

At this point, Alexis was completely speechless, apparently too scared for words. She was still unsure of what to do, afraid of receiving that whip again. That didn't matter. I walked over to the other stall and got the bit gag. She saw it and immediately clamped her lips shut.

"Oh now don't do this." I said to her. Her jaw remained shut. "Very well." I pinched her nose shut and held the bit to her lips waiting for a little give.

It didn't take long. She couldn't hold her breath for very long. As soon as her lips parted for breath, in went the gag. She moaned a complaint but it was muffled by the object between her lips. I wrapped the leather straps around her head and secured the gag to her face.

"Now, for the tail." Janice revealed a plug.

"I suppose you'll want some hair for that." I said to her. She nodded in agreement.

"Okay then." I grabbed the knife off the wall and a fistful of Alexis's long brown hair and sliced it off. Her eyes widened and tears started.

I fixed the lock of hair to the plug and held it up for my pony to admire. Her eyes got even wider as she realized where it was going. She shook her head and tried to back away from the phallus. Her chain stopped her as I advanced. I handed the tail off to Janice and got on one knee, pulling down Alexis with me, bent over my knee.

I took back the plug, which had now been coated with a lubricant, and slowly started to push it into the tight arse hole. It almost immediately started to tense up in a futile effort to keep the item out of her. But I was stronger, forcing it through slowly, savoring her moans of misery and discomfort. I was able to get it in fairly easily, but pretended to struggle so it could take longer and I could enjoy the moment of her first butt plug even longer.

"Get up now Alexis." I said to her as I stood up, letting her fall to the hay-covered floor.

She stood up slowly, obviously not happy with her new adornment.

"You think that's bad? Check out what's next." I said to her as I pulled two small chains out of my pocket. I took one, which had a small, diamond shaped weight on its end, and found the clip at the other end. I attached it around her left nipple, releasing it slowly to watch her groans as the pain of the clamp registered with her.

What a beautiful thing it is to let a pony experience all these great things for the first time. The tears streaming down her face only made it that much sweeter. I gently reached up and wiped them off her face with my finger.

Then, I took the other chain, also with a weight on it, and clamped her right nipple. As I finished, a sob started to escape from her lips.

It's about time, I thought to myself. This was one of the only times she'd actually bawled. She was a strong person; but obviously, not strong enough.

"Almost done." Janice said as I was savored my pony's tears.

"Aw." I said jokingly, knowing that I'd have the rest of her life to watch her suffer. "The shoes?"

Janice pulled two leather boots from the box and handed them to me.

I pulled up the egg crate and sat on it in front of the young mare. Taking the right foot, I put it inside the corresponding boot. I buckled it on tight then did the same with the other foot.

A masterpiece. No matter how many different products Janice supplies me, she always manages to surprise me with a new piece. These boots were high heels on the inside. From the outside, they were shin high leather boots, with buckles going up the back. The soles were horseshoes, allowing that delightful clickity-clack sound as she walked.

They would take some getting used to, but not too long.

I stood up and kicked aside the crate. "One more thing."

From that second stall I pulled out another odd leather gadget. This one was also to be wrapped around her head, directly connected to her gag. I placed it over, hooking it on her ears. Strapping it to the ends of the bar on her gag, I sighed, knowing that this first dressing was over. Her vision blockers were in place.

This was significant. Now, my pony could only focus on what lay ahead of her, not what was behind and in her past ...