Part 4 – Race Day

Chapter 2 – Claudia’s Family - The Capture Of Four Wild Ponies

Becky was the only passenger in the luxurious passenger cabin of PONYINATOR’s Global XRS corporate jet when the limousine delivered the Taylor family to the plane. Becky hustled them aboard and after they quickly signed some liability release forms they were on their way.

As the powerful Global XRS aircraft raced down the runway, Becky checked the release forms to ensure all four of the Taylors had signed a form. As the aircraft rotated off the runway, Becky finished confirming that all four of the Taylors had indeed signed a release form. Becky smiled and stored the documents away in her brief case. The trap had been sprung and now there were four new “wild ponies” in the world waiting to be subdued and delivered into their new lives.

As the Global XRS ascended into the night sky, Becky informed the “wild ponies” that she had confirmed that Claudia was at the PONYINATOR headquarters and that they would be seeing her soon. She told family that the trip would take about two and half to three hours and that they should relax.

Once the plane leveled off at its cruising altitude, a stewardess informed Becky and the Taylors that a meal would be ready soon. In the meantime she took the passengers’ drink orders and began serving the passengers their drinks.

Becky smiled at the various reactions of the Taylor family to the stewardess. The blond stewardess was about five foot four inches tall and very petite. She was wearing an emerald blue stewardess uniform that fit her small frame very snuggly. The short skirt she was wearing ended above mid-thigh and had a tendency to work its way up as she made her way around the cabin.

The stewardess had zipped her three quarter length sleeved top up to just below her breasts so that her upper chest, throat and the tops of her lovely B-cup breasts were well displayed. The girl’s cleavage was emphasized by the “V” formed by the zippered top and was a clear invitation to explore the hidden depths of that alluring valley.

The stewardess’ top just reached to the top of her skirt and as the stewardess moved around her midriff and lower back were frequently displayed. The Taylors caught quick glimpses of a tattoo on the stewardess’ lower back, but none of them were able to make it out.

A matching stewardess hat, white gloves, and golden five inch pointed stiletto mules completed the uniform. An orange scarf graced the stewardess’ throat.

It was clear to Becky that Emma Taylor did not like the stewardess from the moment she saw her. Or maybe it was from the moment Jon Taylor saw her.

Jon Taylor could not take his eyes off the stewardess as she moved around the cabin. Becky had to smile as Emma Taylor glared at Jon until he made a heroic effort not to stare at the stewardess. But it was clearly a losing proposition for Jon as the stewardess bent over to bring him his scotch and water. The young girl’s breasts swung invitingly in his face as he had a clear view of the girl’s clearly free ranging, that is braless, breasts.

Jon exhaled in relief as the stewardess turned away to serve Emma, but his relief was premature as he was now presented with a clear view of the stewardess’ lovely round buttocks as she bent over to pour Emma a glass of wine.

Jon could not help but notice how the stewardess’ skirt was riding up as she bent over to serve Emma nor could he miss the lack of any panty lines as the skirt pressed against the stewardess’s shapely young ass like a second skin.

Seeing Emma glaring at him, Jon quickly picked up his scotch and looked away from the stewardess, but he knew that the damage had been done. He was definitely going to be hearing from Emma about this later.

Luckily for Jon, Emma would soon not be in any condition to give him a hard time about gawking at the stewardess or anything else.

Becky noticed that the two Taylor daughters were not offended by the stewardess’ dress. They, like her, were young and thought that if you have it flaunt it was a good policy. The two girls spoke with the stewardess as they sipped their glasses of wine.

Becky could not contain a large smile as she considered that soon the two young girls, no the two young mares, would have no choice in whether they flaunted it or not. Soon they and their parents would be on display for the world to see. Well at least certain portions of the world.

As the family was drinking their drinks, Jon asked Becky about PONYINATOR and how it got started.

Becky responded with the pre-prepared PONYINATOR story, which worked because for most purposes it was the truth, with only one small fact left out.

Becky explained how PONYINATOR, INC. was founded by a group of equestrians to develop exercise equipment for their equines. The company had been so successful with its early results, that some people had asked the company to develop a full line of training equipment and programs for their equines. Eventually the company had expanded its production line and that was how the equipment had ended up in Claudia’s place. Even though the company had branched out, it had maintained its early equestrian history in its logo and its name PONYINATOR, INC.

The little fact that Becky left out was that all of the equines in her story were human equines.

After the family had finished their drinks, they each slowly drowsed off to sleep in their seats. As the last of the Taylors drifted off into a blissful drug induced sleep, the first step in the capture of the four “wild ponies” had been accomplished. Now it was time to secure the newest members of the ponygirl and ponyboy society and prepare them for delivery.

Once she was sure all of the ponies were asleep, Becky pressed a button and Cindy and two men entered the cabin from the rear of the plane.

The two men immediately went to work removing a couple of the seats and storing them in the back of the plane. Once a workspace was opened up, the men and the stewardess began laying the four animals out on the wide floor of the aircraft one by one. As the seat opposite Becky was cleared of Claudia’s dam, Cindy sat down and looked across the small table at Becky.

While this was going on, Becky had been reviewing the releases forms the Taylor family had signed prior to take off. After confirming, again that all four of the Taylors had signed a release form; Becky noted the time on the forms and signed them. Looking up, Becky smiled back to Cindy and handed her the forms.

“Everything is in order,” Becky nearly crowed, “They all signed on the dotted line and agreed to the terms of the contracts. I just need you to confirm the date and time of their capture.”

Cindy smiled back and asked, “So they are ours?” as she signed all four forms. While Cindy had been on “pickups” in the past, they were always for PONYINATOR preconditioned ponies, this was her first “capture” of “feral” or unconditioned ponies.

“Wel-l-l-l,” Becky hesitated, “Technically, no. They have signed their endenturement contracts and that makes them ‘wild ponies’ and subject to capture. Now that we have officially ‘captured’ them, we have capture rights, but they are still classified as ‘wild ponies’ under IPRA and they will be until they are processed and registered. So technically since they are still classified as ‘wild ponies’ we do not own them yet. But yes,” Becky grinned, “for all practical purposes they belong to us now.”

“Well that calls for a toast!”

Cindy snapped her fingers and the stewardess stopped what she was doing and ran to bring Cindy a glass of wine. Kneeling with her head bowed before Cindy, the girl presented the wine to Cindy.

Cindy took the wine and waved the girl back towards the inert family on the floor. “Get back to work.”

Becky watched this by-play and smiled. The more time she spent with Cindy, the more Becky agreed with Janette, Mistress Alphabet to the rest of the world, about Cindy having the dominatrix gene.

The two women sat back sipping their wine as the two men and the stewardess continued preparing the four animals asleep on the floor for their delivery to The Farm.

Starting with Claudia’s mother, who just happened to be the closest to the rear of the plane, the men cut away her clothes and removed all of her jewelry, including her wedding band, until she was completely naked. The stewardess opened a small case and after swabbing an area of the unconscious woman’s flank injected her with a sedative, which would keep her unconscious until she was fully prepared for delivery.

The men and the stewardess continued this process until Claudia’s entire family was naked, sedated and lying face-down on the floor.

The younger lighter skinned sister was lying at Cindy’s feet and she slipped off her shoes and began playing her toes over the smooth skin of the new pony’s back, continuing down to the pony’s lovely round ass.

Glancing over to Becky with a pouty look, “She is a pretty pony. They all are. However, it’s not as much fun as picking up Pepper was. There is no fresh milk for us this time.”

“Oh the sacrifices we make for the company.” Becky rolled her eyes, ”What are you crying about anyway, we will arrive soon enough and you have ‘two’ pets to drink from. Don’t look to me for sympathy.”

Cindy smirked back, “Well you could ask for a mare instead of the stud.”

“No!” Becky looked slyly back, “I want the stud. I have plans for him.”

Cindy turned back to watching the men and the stewardess with a smirk.

Having finished stripping the figures on the floor, the men began fastening harnesses to the mother and father, the first two ponies on the floor.

The harnesses the men were putting onto the captured “wild ponies” had a wide belt that went around the ponies’ waists. To get the belt in place, the ponies’ bodies were rolled over on their sides one at a time and one end of the belt was slipped under them. The rest of the harness was laid out on the floor so that it was in place as the ponies were rolled back onto their stomachs. The men worked as a team to perform this first step to the mare and then the stud, as this was easier to accomplish with both men working together.

After the ponies were positioned on the harnesses, each man went to one of the ponies to finish the harnessing.

Cindy watched as the man working on the mare cinched the belt firmly around the pony’s waist. Cindy grinned as the man pulled on the belt until it cut slightly into the mare’s belly just above the mare’s waist.

The belt had wide buckled straps fastened to it on both sides. These straps were laid out on the pony’s back for easy access later. These straps, as did all of the buckled straps had a series of rivet reinforced holes.

The front of the belt, now lying under the mare’s body, had a strap that ran from the belt to the pony’s breastbone where there was a two inch wide buckled strap sewn perpendicular to the strap from the belt. The crossing strap passed beneath the mare’s udders. Both ends of this wide strap were laid out on the pony’s back.

The strap from the belt continued up between the pony’s udders until it ended in an metal “O” ring near the center of the mare’s breast bone. From this ring, two straps went over the pony’s collarbones and shoulders. The straps ended in small “O” rings and were laid on the pony’s back.

Moving to the pony’s head, the man took a handful of the mare’s mane and used an elastic hairband to put the mare’s mane into a ponytail. The man then used the ponytail to raise the pony’s head off the floor. Cindy winched involuntarily with sympathetic pain the pony would have felt if it were conscious, but since it wasn’t and since that would soon be the least of this pony’s concerns, Cindy shrugged a shoulder and went back to enjoying her wine and watching the man’s progress.

Using his free hand, the man pushed a large rubber covered metal bit into the pony’s drooping mouth. The bit had two large, three-inch diameter, “O” rings on either side, which pressed against the pony’s face. Holding the bit in place, the man gently lowered the pony’s face to the floor. Using a thin leather strap attached to the bit’s “O” rings, the bit was secured in place at the back of the pony’s neck.

What was not apparent from looking at the bit once it was in place was the rubber coated metal bar, called a “shank”, that was even now pressing down on the pony’s tongue. At the end of the shank was a small circular piece of metal with small triangular teeth around its outer edge. The small metal “star” was on an axis and free to rotate. The shank and the metal star would prevent the pony from speaking and they could be used to inflict painful pressure on the pony’s tongue if it became necessary to control it. Once the mare was fully harnessed, the shank and star would also cause pain if it tried to struggle against the harness.

The man then proceeded to fasten wide leather cuffs on both of the pony’s wrists and ankles. These cuffs had smaller metal “O” rings attached to them.

While Cindy had been watching the man preparing the female pony, the stewardess had been moving four metal frames along a recessed railway in the ceiling of the cabin. Each frame consisted of a one-inch square solid metal bar that was about a yard long. To this metal bar were attached three one foot long cross bars of the same material. The bars rested on top of the main bar and the first and last bars were held to the main bar by 3/8 inch eyebolts, which were on the top of the frame and the center bar was simply bolted to the main bar. There were eyebolts at each end of the main frame and each cross piece. The frames were attached to the rollers in the track in the ceiling by the top two eyebolts. A heavy chain was permanently attached between the two top most eyebolts.

The eyebolts at the ends of each cross piece had heavy metal two-inch diameter “O” rings through the eye of the eyebolts.

Cindy watched the stewardess fasten a small electric winch to a prepared connection point in the ceiling. The chain fastened to the two eyebolts on top of the first frame was attached to the winch and the eyebolts were released from the rollers. The winch then lowered the frame down until it was just above the pony on the floor.

The man began connecting the harness to the frame. He began with the straps attached to the belt around the pony’s waist. Taking first one and then the other strap, he slipped the straps through the “O” rings on the back cross bar and pulling the straps taught, buckled them in place. Then bending each leg, he used a two-ended snap hook to fasten the cuffs on the pony’s ankles to the same rings at the ends of the rear most crossbar. This bent the pony’s legs nearly back on themselves.

Moving to the belt that ran across the mare’s chest under its udders, the man fastened the buckled straps to the “O” rings at the ends of the center cross bar, pulling the straps taught.

With the center strap in place, the man then fastened the wrist cuffs to the “O” rings on the end of the rear cross bar with more two-ended snap hooks.

Next, the man secured the two straps that were running up from the ring between the pony’s udders. A short buckled strap was used to fasten these straps to the “O” rings on the first cross bar.

The man then used four more short buckled straps with snap hooks at one end to fasten the bit to the frame. Two shorter straps were snapped to the ring in the bit and fastened to the “O” rings on the front crosspiece. As these straps were tightened, they pulled the pony’s head up off the floor. Two longer straps were snapped to the ring in the bit and fastened to the “O” rings on the center cross piece. These straps kept the pony from moving its head. They also applied more pressure on the bit and the bit’s shank that was pressing down on and immobilizing the mare’s tongue.

When the harness was attached to the frame, the winch was used to lift the pony clear of the ground. Once the pony was just clear of the ground, the winch was stopped and the straps were checked to make sure they were safely supporting the new pony.

Satisfied that the straps had the pony safely and securely fastened to the frame, the stewardess winched the frame up to the rollers and the frame was reattached to the roller in the ceiling. The excess harness straps were neatly wrapped and secured with quick ties.

The first “wild pony” was ready for delivery to The Farm.

Once the white skinned mare was attached to the rollers and moved towards the rear of the plane so the stud could be fastened to a frame, Cindy got up and walked over to the mare. Cindy ran her hands over the still figure before her. Lingering longingly over the mare’s udders as they dangled freely below the sleeping pony.

“Welcome to your new life pony,” Cindy whispered into the mare’s ear. “You will like your new owner George. He will be a good master for you. He will be strong and demanding master just the way you ponies like your masters.” Lightly swatting the pony on her buttock, Cindy continued, “This lovely white skin will show your marks well, both the brand and the marks of the whip. Serve your master well.”

Becky was watching Cindy as she was talking to the unconscious mare. She gave her a questioning look as Cindy stepped away from the mare.

“I just thought I would welcome her to her new life.”

Becky just shook her head as she watched the fully harnessed stud raised and attached to the rollers directly behind to the white mare. Becky noticed the thickness of the stud’s harness compared to the mare’s. Becky knew that the two leather pieces forming the harness were stitched around thin strips of metal reinforcing the harness. She knew all of the stud’s strength would not make an iota of difference, the harness would hold him as the easily as the lighter harness would hold the mares.

Once the mare and the stud were rolled out of the way, the two young mares were pulled into place under the electric winch and they were harnessed in the same manner as their dam and sire had been harnessed.

Once all four ponies were in the harness and on the rollers, the stewardess removed the electric winch and the men then proceeded to roll the “wild ponies” into the cargo hold at the rear of the plane.

The initial capture of the “wild ponies” had been completed. Now all that awaited them was to become full-fledged and legally owned domesticated ponies when they arrived at The Farm.

Watching the four ponies disappear, Cindy beckoned to the stewardess. Ordering the girl to strip, Cindy herself removed the orange scarf from the girl’s neck revealing the pink leather collar concealed beneath the scarf.

Cindy ordered girl to bring another wine for her and Becky. Once the girl brought the wine, Cindy attached a pink leash to the collar and ordered to girl to lie at her feet. As Cindy held the leash, the girl lay at her feet licking and kissing them. Cindy observed the brands on the stewardess’ back. In addition to the PONYINATOR brand on the girl’s left shoulder blade as evidence of PONYINATOR’s ownership, there was another brand in the center of the girl’s lower back. The lower brand identified the puppygirl training facility where the girl had been trained as a puppygirl.

After observing the puppygirl for a moment, Cindy turned to Becky and they began to discuss the events of the past couple of days and the future of the “wild ponies” now secured in the cargo hold.

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After a couple of hours, Becky ordered the puppygirl to check on the status of the ponies in the cargo hold. Holding the leash in her mouth, the naked girl quickly crawled to the hold. The two men who had harnessed the ponies had remained with them to ensure they did not hurt themselves once they regained consciousness.

The girl returned quickly and knelt up at the women’s feet with the leash still in her mouth. After Cindy had taken the leash and told the puppygirl to report, the puppygirl informed the Becky that all four ponies had awakened, but that the male pony had to be sedated because it would not stop fighting the harness and the men did not want it to injure itself. The stud was in a half-conscious stupor.

The puppygirl said that all three of the mares had settled down once they realized that there was nothing they could do to free themselves. The mares’ efforts to communicate had been quickly curtailed as they received quick and painful lessons from the shanks and stars on the bits.

“Shall we go see our new ponies?” Cindy looked over at Becky.

“Yes. Let’s see how they are doing.”

The two women got to their feet. Cindy looked down at the stewardess and decided she would make a nice object lesson for the ponies.

Keeping the leash in her hand, Cindy commanded, “Heel!” The stewardess quickly crawled to Cindy’s left side and assumed the sit position.

Grinning at Becky, “She isn’t as quick as Suzi-Q.”

“Oh well. Every bitch has its positives and negatives. And this puppy’s positive is that it is here.”

“I’m not complaining. I just miss Suzi-Q.”

The women proceeded to the cargo hold with the stewardess heeling Cindy.

As they entered the cargo hold, Cindy and Becky could see all four of the ponies hanging sideways in the aircraft facing the right side of the plane. The white mare was the furthest towards the forward end of the plane with the youngest filly next to it. Next came the older filly and then finally the stud closest to the rear of the plane. The stud was clearly in no condition to understand what was happening to it or the mares.

Walking in front of the animals so that they could see them, Becky and Cindy smiled at the three mares.

The mares looked at Becky and Cindy with a mixture of fear, anger and confusion on their faces. When they noticed the stewardess naked except for the leather collar around her neck, leashed and heeling Cindy as if she were a dog, the mares’ fear became even more profound. To encourage this fear, Cindy reached down and began to pet the stewardess’s head. The stewardess immediately began licking Cindy’s leg as she had been taught to do. Cindy could see that the ponies in front of her held no lingering doubt that they were in trouble and that their immediate future did not look promising.

Signaling the puppygirl to stay and dropping the leash if front of her, Cindy and Becky walked close to the mares and began stroking the ponies’ on their noses with the backs of their hands. Initially the mares tried to shy away from these ministrations, but given their secured condition and the bits in their mouths, this proved to be impossible. Stepping alongside the mares, Cindy and Becky continued their exploration of the mares’ bodies.

Becky knew the mares’ udders and teats would be painfully blood-engorged from being suspended underneath them for the past hours. So Becky was not surprised as she reached beneath the dam to fondle the mare’s udders, when the dam tried to move away from Becky’s insistent hands and to scream in protest. Both of these actions caused the bit to dig into the mare’s tongue forcing it to stop. Becky continued to play with the mare’s udders and teats as Cindy did the same with the lighter skinned young filly hanging next to its dam.

Becky saw tears running down the white mare’s face, as it had to tolerate Becky’s increasingly strong kneading of it udders and teats. Of course, the mare still thought of them as “her breasts and nipples”, but that was expected of feral pony who still did not know that it was now a legally “captured wild pony” and that its udders and teats, well its entire being actually, would soon belonged to someone else.

Becky left the older mare and went to the older of the two dark skinned fillies and turned her attention to that young filly’s udders and teats. As Becky abandoned the older mare, Cindy turned to the dam and began her own exploration of the white mare’s body.

After a few minutes, Becky got Cindy’s attention and nodded her head toward the south end of the northbound ponies. Cindy smiled back. Still without a word to the mares, Becky and Cindy approached the mares’ back ends, where their sexes were widely opened for inspection. With loud snaps, which caused the mares to start, Cindy and Becky put on rubber gloves and then began to explore the mares’ sexes with their fingers. The mares tried to rear up against their bonds, but they realized the futility of their efforts and the pain from the bits quickly convinced them to stop struggling.

Cindy and Becky played with each of the mares’ sexes until they made the ponies’ cunts nice and moist. A quick check confirmed that both of the young fillies had been opened up and could be put in a “full harness” without delay.

Returning to the mares’ heads, Cindy and Becky used their ungloved hands to raise the mares’ upper lips. Then using their gloved hands, Becky and Cindy rubbed some of the mares’ own juices over their teeth and the inside of their upper lips.

Becky stepped over to the male pony and did the same thing to his teeth and upper lip. Smiling at Cindy, she said, “He should get one last taste of her.” It was the first words the mares had heard since they had fallen asleep in the cabin hours earlier. They tried to get Becky’s attention by wiggling and making grunting sounds around their bits.

As the women continued to struggle and try to talk, Cindy walked around behind them. Taking a proffered riding quirt from one of the men, Cindy began to whip each of the mares into silence.

As she finished with the last mare, Cindy saw them shivering in fear. The strips on their buttocks were clear evidence that they had been taught a hard lesson.

Cindy joined Becky at the front of the ponies. As she walked between the two young fillies, Cindy dragged the quirt along the older filly’s back causing the mare to flinch away from the touch of the whip.

As Cindy joined Becky, she signaled the stewardess to heel, which she promptly did. Becky noticed that the stewardess responded quicker this time, maybe due to Cindy’s comments earlier or possibly because Cindy was still gently slapping the quirt into her left hand.

Looking at the subdued mares, Becky cleared her throat, “I hope I have your attention. I am Becky and this, as you may recall, is Cindy. You are probably wondering why you are trussed up the way you are. It is simple, as I promised you, we are taking you to see Claudia. Only she isn’t Claudia anymore, she has a new ponygirl name to go with her new life as a ponygirl.”

Becky stepped to the white mare’s head and stroked its mane.

“However, you need not worry about Claudia anymore. In fact you no longer have to worry about anything, because you have already begun your new lives.” Becky paused to smile at the new mares. “For you lucky mares have volunteered to live the pampered lives of ponygirls.”

Becky walked in front of the ponies. Stroking their tear stained faces. “You will enjoy your new lives as ponygirls. You will have lives free of stress and responsibility. You will live lives free of decision-making and heartbreak.” Stopping in front of the youngest mare, Becky stroked the mare’s nose as she smiled at the pony, “Except when you are serving your owners, you will live lives of pampered leisure.”

“You will each have your own stall in the stable with fresh straw put down every day. You will be cleaned and groomed daily so that you will sparkle for your masters.” Becky stopped by the older of the two young mares and stroked its nose, “You will be fed and exercised daily to keep you in tip-top shape to pull your masters’ carriages.”

As the mare tried to shake its head no, Becky stroked the young mare’s face and then moved back to the youngest mare, “You will have a stall all to yourself,” Becky smiled at the young mare, “You will like that, you will have a place of your own.” Becky laughed as she ran her fingers over the harness the pony was wearing. “You will be dressed in the finest of harnesses, which,” Becky stroked the mare’s udders, “emphasis your assets to their fullest.” The young mare tried to escape Becky’s exploring hands with no success.

Becky stepped away from the ponies and rejoined Cindy, “And all you will need to do to earn your new lives of pleasure and comfort is to lovingly and obediently serve your owners.”

“You will be so happy in your new lives, you will soon forget your old lives as you live lives of ease and satisfaction.” Becky smiled at the mares, “Yes. I can see that you will be happy little ponies.”

Walking over to the palomino mare, Becky stroked the mare’s nose with the back of her hand, “When we arrive, you will see that Claudia is happily embarked on her wonderful new life as a ponygirl and is already happy to be lovingly and obediently serving her owner. You four have just begun the same journey. Just like Claudia, soon each of you will have a new pony name and a new outlook on life to go with it.”

Watching the three mares try to shake their head and then subside with tears running down their faces, Becky brushed the palomino mare’s tears away. “Don’t cry little mommy. Your fillies will do fine. They are all strong and healthy, and I am sure they will bear many fine fillies and colts for their owners over the years. You might not ever meet them, but since you will soon be a pony, with the memory and mind of a pony, you won’t miss them either.” Becky stroked the dam’s face gently.

Reaching under the dam, Becky stroked the mare’s udders again. “On a positive note, your owner might decide to breed you again. You’re not too old. Either way, bred or not, these lovely udders and teats of yours will soon be producing milk again. I cannot wait, I love nice warm mare’s milk fresh from the teat.”

Moving to the lighter skinned of the two young fillies Becky brushed her tears away. “You will like your new life. You will be well cared for. We want our ponies to be in top shape. Eventually, you will be breed and you will be like your dam here, a brood mare. All the luxury, less time pulling gigs and wagons and more time to relax. Oh, don’t worry about being milked like your dam. We will not make you wait until you have been breed, we plan to have you ready for milking well before your first foaling. Your sister Claudia is already a good producer and she loves being milked. We can hardly keep her out of the milk-room.” Becky stroked the mare’s tear puffy face and smiled at the filly as she moved away to the other young mare.

“You do not need worry about your past lives. They are gone and soon you will not even remember anything except being a pony. You will not miss Claudia or each other. After your training, you will not remember them. Soon you will be ponies. You will think like ponies. You will act like ponies. You will ‘be’ ponies!” Becky leaned forward and kissed the last pony on her forehead.

Stepping beside Cindy, Becky looked at each of the mares. “We will be landing in about an hour. When we arrive, you will be taken for the first part of your preparation for your new life as ponygirls.”

“On the bright side! You lucky mares get to go to a party tonight. I did not lie to you, we are having the annual business meeting for our corporation and Claudia is there at the headquarters. You might actually get to see her before the party.” Becky smiled at the sudden hope in the mares’ eyes and its slow death as they remembered that Claudia was already under these people’s control.

“You three mares will be dressed for the party tonight. You will be some of ‘the’ party decorations. Enjoy the clothes tonight, they will be the last you are ever likely to wear, unless you are being used to pull sleighs and the temperature is too low for you to pull them wearing only a harness.” Becky watched the mares shiver at the casual way she referred to them pulling sleighs. They still did not fully comprehend their future roles in life, but that would change soon.

“Are there any questions?” Cindy emphasized Becky’s question with a sudden sharp snap of the quirt into her hand. The mares stared at the crop with suddenly renewed fear.

“No?” Other than their eyes, the mares did not move, “Good! Well Cindy, I could use another glass of wine. How about you?”

“Yes, I would like another glass of wine.”

Becky proceeded to the cargo-hold door with the two men followed along behind her.

Becky had already passed through the door, but Cindy, with the stewardess heeling her, turned towards the four suspended ponies. “In case you are curious, this hold is rigged with sound and infrared cameras. So if you misbehave,” the crop snapped against her left palm in emphasis, “I will know about it.” Cindy smiled at the terrified looks the mares gave her.

Moving to the door, Cindy turned out the light as she exited the cargo-hold and closed the door. The ponies were engulfed in darkness.

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After the plane landed at PONYINATOR’s corporate airfield, Cindy and Becky watched the ponies being unloaded from the plane. The process was simple, the frames were slid onto a crane and lowed onto a waiting converted luggage hauler. The process proceeded without any hitch, as this was a process carried out frequently. Every pony arrived at The Farm in this manner. The fact that this trip had four ponies simply meant the a little more time was required to off load them.

The stud was the first pony off the plane followed by the dam. The purpose for the rings at each end of the main bar became clear as short chains were attached to the rings, the one at the front of the frame the stud was on was attached to a similar ring on the carrier, to keep the stud from swinging around as the carrier took them to The Farm. Another short chain connected the frame the dam was on to the rear hook on the frame the stud was on. The mare was being given what would probably be its last view of its husband’s sexual organs. The lighter skinned of the dark skinned fillies was similarly chained to its dam and the final filly behind its sister. A chain connected the last filly to the carrier.

The chains were tightened to prevent the ponies from swinging as they were transported to The Farm and their new lives.

After the ponies were driven out of sight, Becky looked at Cindy. “Well shall we go. You have a doggie waiting for you and I have work to do to finish getting ready for Race Day tomorrow.”

Cindy nodded and looked down at the stewardess at her feet. Cindy reached down and petted the girl on her head. The stewardess licked Cindy’s leg. “Go to your kennel!” The stewardess immediately crawled back onto the plane and entered a small kennel located just behind the cockpit. Stepping over to the kennel, Cindy closed and secured the kennel’s door. Cindy knew the plane’s maintenance crew would take care of the bitch.

Looking to Becky with a smile, “You’re right! I do have a doggie waiting for me.”

The two women then went down the access steps to the tamarack and began to walk towards the office complex.

“I think we deserve a ride, don’t you?” Cindy complained. Even as she was finishing, Becky was pointing across the tamarack to where they could see Suzi-Q in a three-person gig being pulled by Pepper and another roan colored pony.

Cindy smiled at Becky, who smiled in return. The trip to the through the morning sunshine to the office was going to be much more pleasant than expected.