Book One – A New Life








By

Robby T. R. Master

Text and PONYINATOR Logo Copyright © 2008 by Albert M. Sterwerf.

All rights reserved.

THE PONYINATOR 2012

Book One – A New Life

Table of Contents


Part 4 – Race Day 4

Chapter 1 – Claudia’s Family – A Trap Is Set 4

Chapter 2 – Claudia’s Family - The Capture Of Four Wild Ponies 10

Chapter 3 – The New Ponies – The Domestication Of Four Wild Ponies 17

Chapter 4 – The New Ponies - Retribution 22


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Part 4 – Race Day


Chapter 4 – The New Ponies - Retribution

The four new ponies had been hanging in a large stall in the stable for what seemed like hours. The drug paralyzing the stud’s muscles had worn off, but all of the stud’s efforts to free itself from the harness had been unfruitful. Unknown to the stallion, the leather harness was metal lined and would not break with even ten times the stud’s strength.

The stud’s efforts to communicate with the mares had been equally fruitless. His overtures to the mares, mostly grunts which was all the bit in its mouth would allow, had been met with a stony silence. The stud could not see the mares, as they could not see him or each other, and he was confused and hurt by their silence. Of course he had not suffered the cropping on the plane by that woman Cindy or the caning from the attendants earlier when the mares had tried to communicate with each other. The mares were afraid of receiving further punishment if they tried to respond to the stud’s efforts to communicate.

Finally, the stud gave up and stopped trying to communicate with its wife or daughters. All four ponies hung silently in the harnesses as their sense of their personal isolation and hopelessness and fear grew more intense.

In addition to their emotional isolation, the ponies were experiencing physical pain as well. When they were still on the plane, the ponies began having muscle cramps due to their long restraint in the harnesses and these cramps were becoming more frequent and painful as they hung helpless in the stables. However, there was nothing the ponies could do, but endure their pain alone and in silence. There was no relief in sight for them.


The closed gate to the stall kept the ponies in the dark with regards to what was happening around them. Frequently during their confinement in the stall, the ponies heard the sounds of horse hooves in the walkway they were facing and the tinkling of bells. The ponies had become accustomed to the sounds and the sounds barely registered through the ponies’ pain and fear addled brains.

Then finally the ponies heard the hoof sounds and tinkling of bells stop outside of the gate.

As the ponies anxiously waited to see what was going to happen to them next, the last thing they expected was for the gate to open and reveal Claudia.

Only they did not know this Claudia. This was a Claudia dressed, if you could call it dressed, in a black leather corset, which constricted her waist down to what looked like twenty inches. The thinness of her waist emphasized the flare of her hips and her new giant sized breasts. As they looked at Claudia’s breasts, the ponies saw that her nipples had been pierced and that they were adorned with rings and bells. Now they knew the source of the bells they had been hearing.

The ponies saw that Claudia was holding the shafts of a cart in her hands and that the cart was also lashed to the corset, which the ponies now realized was part of a harness Claudia was wearing.

The person driving Claudia had stopped her at an angle facing the ponies so they could see her face. Claudia was wearing a full bridle with blinders and a metal bit that rode deep into her mouth. Claudia’s head was pulled sharply back by the reins being held by the people riding in the cart. A red plume decorated the top of the headgear. A ring through Claudia’s septum rested against her upper lip.

Claudia’s once luxurious hair was gone. All that remained was a two-inch wide strip of hair down the center of her head.

As the ponies’ gazes passed down Claudia’s body, they saw another ring and bell in her nether region, but they could not see that the ring pierced her clitoris.

The ponies realized that Claudia was taller than they remembered. Looking to her feet, they saw that she was wearing tight fitting knee high black leather boots. They also saw that the boots were heelless and made Claudia stand on her toes and the balls of her feet. There were large, four-inch high, hoof shaped platforms on the bottom of her feet.

The four new ponies now understood that the horse hoof sounds that they had been hearing had been women and maybe men made up like Claudia with hooves on their feet.

Eventually each of the ponies returned their attention to Claudia’s face, looking into her eyes for some sign of recognition. That was when they realized that Claudia’s eyes no longer functioned together and that her eyes were looking in different directions.

As the four ponies considered Claudia’s condition, they began to cry for her and what they were beginning to realize was going to be their futures as well.

Don’t cry little ponies!” a strangely familiar female voice said, “Claudia is happy now that she is back where she belongs.”

For the first time the ponies really looked towards the cart that Claudia was hitched to and the two people riding there. One of the riders was a young woman who, as they watched, handed the reins to her male companion and dismounted from the carriage. The woman stopped by Claudia and pulling a plastic bag of sliced apples from her handbag proceeded to feed a slice of apple to Claudia.

The ponies were transfixed with horror as Claudia ate the apple slice with a look of mindless animal like exhilaration on her face. As they watched Claudia eat the apple, they realized that she was eating the apple with the bit still in her mouth.

As Claudia mindlessly chewed on the apple slice, the woman reached up to Claudia’s breasts and began stroking them with the back of her hand. The ponies saw Claudia bend her body slightly to push out her breasts and slightly raise and lower her feet in response to the woman’s ministrations.

The ponies could not see the woman’s face since her back was to them as she cooed to Claudia , “That’s a good girl. You like the apple don’t you. You like being Jennifer’s pony!”

Jennifer smiled in satisfaction as she heard at least one of the female ponies behind her gasp in surprise or possibly hope(?) but more likely fear as they recognized her name.

Jennifer had a huge smile as she turned to face the ponies.

My, it is good to see all of you again. Especially like this.” Jennifer laughed softly at the clearly embarrassed ponies hanging in the harnesses. “As I said, don’t cry ponies! See here!” Jennifer gestured towards Claudia, ”You have found Claudia! That is why you wanted to came here! Isn’t it? You did ask to be brought here?”

The stud and the younger mares had not recognized the young woman, but the older mare had. Jennifer’s cheerful and excited voice dashed any hope the older mare had of rescue. “I said, don’t cry ponies!” Jennifer’s tone had become slightly waspish as she told them for the third time not to cry, “This is a happy time! You have found Claudia! You can see that she is happy and satisfied in her new life as my ponygirl!” Jennifer again stroked Claudia’s breasts to the harnessed girl’s obvious animalistic pleasure.

Soon all of you will be happy and satisfied in your new lives as ponies just like Claudia here is happy serving me!” The ponies watched Jennifer feed Claudia another apple slice.

You wanted to see Claudia and here she is. How exciting! Now all of the Taylor ‘ponies’ are back together again. It is like a family reunion! Or I guess in your case it would be a ‘herd’ reunion?”

Jennifer smiled as the ponies remembered that they had asked, had begged in fact, to be brought here to see Claudia. Now they were afraid that they would never be allowed to leave.

Jennifer answered the ponies’ unasked question. “Since I am sure you are wondering why you have been treated the way you have. Well the first reason is that each of you signed a contract where you agreed to this.” Jennifer smiled at the ponies as they looked at her in confusion.

Yes, each of you, like Claudia here, has agreed to submit yourselves to be a ponygirl or ponyboy for PONYINATOR, INC.”

As per the agreements that each of you signed, PONYINATOR INC. was to bring you here to see Claudia and in return you agreed to serve as a ponygirl or ponyboy for one year. Now that you have been brought here and have seen Claudia, PONYINATOR, INC. has completed the first part of its obligation to you under the agreements you signed, and now you are obligated to serve out your part of the agreement by being a ponygirl or ponyboy for the next year.”

Jennifer smiled at the confused expressions on the ponies’ faces. “You do remember signing the contract? Surly you remember the agreements each of you signed before the airplane that brought you here took off?” Jennifer could almost have laughed at the expressions of shocked confusion on her audience’s faces.

You probably thought you were only signing liability waivers to ride on the PONYINATOR, INC. corporate jet and that was included. However, there were additional clauses to the agreement.” Jennifer pulled a folded up sheet of paper out of her handbag and unfolding it, she said, “Here let me read them to you and I quote, ‘In return for PONYINATOR, INC. providing transportation to the PONYINATOR, INC. facility and providing the below signed party an opportunity to see the pony formally known as Claudia Taylor, the below signed party agrees to serve for a period of one year in the capacity of a ponygirl’.”

Jennifer smiled toward the male pony and smiled at it, “Or ponyboy for you you big stud.”

As Jennifer had looked up from the agreement she was reading, she saw a slim ray of hope lingering in the ponies’ eyes. Clearly, they had heard the “one year” term in the agreement.

A-a-h-h um,” Jennifer cleared her throat to get the ponies’ attention, “In the next clause, ‘In return for the housing, feeding, training, conditioning and medical care provided during the initial term of the agreement, PONYINATOR, INC. has the unilateral right to renew the agreement on or before the anniversary of the agreement for a period of five years.”

PONYINATOR INC. has already begun to perform it these obligations under the agreement, it has already started to train and condition you to be ponies. Therefore, since PONYINATOR, INC. will fulfill its requirements to house, feed, train and condition you to be ponygirls or a ponyboy (Jennifer nodded towards the stud) under the agreement, you will be obligated to perform your part of the agreements.”

Jennifer looked at each of the ponies as she spoke directly to them, “I can ensure you that PONYINATOR, INC. will renew the contract on or before the anniversary date. In fact it already has, the signed and dated renewal documents are already in the files. So that means that for the next six years each of you will serve as a ponygirl or ponyboy for PONYINATOR, INC. or for whoever they ‘sell you’ to.” Jennifer paused and faced the ponies with a huge smile, “I mean whoever they sell your . . . contracts to.”

Jennifer watched the hope dying in the ponies faces as they realized they these people planned to keep them like this for six years.

Jennifer knew the ponies had not fully accepted their new status as animals and the property of others. She suspected that they still had hope that one day they would be freed since according to the agreements they had signed they thought that they were only trapped for six long years.

Despite what the ponies and many others thought about her, Jennifer was not a cruel or capricious person. She had been raised around slaves and her family had trained her how to control and manage them. Jennifer knew the ponies in front of her were valuable livestock and that they should be treated as such, with a firm but controlled hand.

Jennifer also knew that the ponies needed to understand their new and “permanent” place in the world. “It is better this way,” Jennifer though, “they should know what their future is and not hold out any false hope of freedom in the future. Besides once they accept that this is their lives, they will be easier to train.”

Looking back to the paper in her hand, Jennifer continued, “On the fifth anniversary date of the five year extension of the contract, when executed,” Jennifer looked up from the agreement she was reading, “Six years from now,” and returned to reading to the ponies, “the below signed party may terminate this agreement in a signed and dated writing. ‘If’ the below signed party does not provide a signed and dated writing terminating the agreement on the sixth anniversary date of this agreement, this agreement will become a ‘permanent contract’ and the below signed party becomes the ‘permanent property’ of PONYINATOR, INC.” Jennifer paused her reading to stroke the hair of the young lighter skinned mare and then to lightly run her fingers down the mare’s spine.

Standing beside the young mare, out of sight of the ponies Jennifer finished reading the contract to them, “This agreement is transferable and enforceable by any and all subsequent leasees or assignees of this agreement.”

Jennifer stopped reading the agreement and squeezed the young mare’s buttocks and legs as if testing them. “Since each of you has signed one of these agreements and PONYINATOR, INC. has performed its initial obligations under the agreements, that is they have delivered you here and arranged for you to see Claudia, each of you is now obligated legally to perform your portion of the agreement for the next year.”

Jennifer walked to where she could see the faces of the devastated ponies hanging in the harnesses and enjoyed the sight. Just because she was not needlessly cruel or capricious, did not mean she did not enjoy breaking in new slaves and livestock.

After the first year, each of you will serve another five years for the care and training you receive over the next year, including the treatments you have already received.“ Jennifer watched all four ponies lower their eyes to the floor in despair as they realized that they were going to be trapped for the next six years.

In case you are curious,” Jennifer continued, “No pony has ever provided a written request to terminate their contract on the sixth year anniversary and all of the contracts have become permanent.”

Jennifer stepped up to the darker skinned young mare and stroked its udders. “I would not expect to be the first exception to that rule if I were you.” Jennifer told the ponies.

First, nothing in the contract obligates PONYINATOR INC. to provide you with the means to prepare a signed and dated writing to terminate the agreement.” Jennifer smiled at the ponies,

However, setting that aside; in six-years each of you will be ponies, mind, body and soul. As ponies you will not remember your prior lives or your names. You will not be able to sign your name to terminate the contract and you will serve out the rest of your lives as ponies.”

Jennifer smiled as the ponies were clearly aggravated to learn the permanent nature of their legal servitude.

In a cheerful voice, Jennifer continued, “Don’t worry ponies, in six years you will have nothing to go back to anyway and by then you will think of yourselves as ponies, all of your memories will be those of being a pony and you will be happy in your new lives. You will not want to be anything other than a pony.”

Jennifer stepped in front of the older of the two younger mares and rolling its upper lip up, looked at the registration number tattooed there. Jennifer knew that this mare had had plans to go to law school in the fall, plans that were destined to go unfulfilled, “Of course, if you object to the terms of the contracts you signed, you could always hire an attorney to file a law suit.” Jennifer laughed and looked around the stall apparently searching for something as she continued, “That is if you could find an attorney to take the case for you that is.”

Stepping back, Jennifer swept her gaze back and forth at the four ponies. “Since you have been legally branded and registered, you are now nameless animals owned by PONYINATOR, INC. In time, each of you will be given a pony name as your ‘owners’ pick them out for you.” Jennifer stepped up to the youngest lighter skinned mare and lifted the mare’s upper lip so that she could see the registration number there. “Once your owners name you, the registration system will have that information updated into the system. From that point on and for the rest of your lives you will always be recorded in the system by the registration number and the first pony name put on you. What your owners call you might change over time and as you are sold or traded between owners, but in the registration system, the first pony name is a pony’s permanent name.”

Releasing the young mare’s lip, Jennifer stepped back and contemplated the animals in front of her, “In fact, your new names will last beyond your life, as your progeny will also be recorded under your registration number and pony name as well.” Stepping over to the stud, “That means that the three fillies you sired out of this mare here,” Jennifer paused to stroke the white mares mane, “have been recorded as being sired by you out of this mare in the registration system and any future breeding you are used for will also be recorded under your pony name and whichever mare you cover.” Jennifer stroked the stud’s nose and smiled sweetly at it, “Who knows. You might even sire a colt. You would like that wouldn’t you, to have a proud young colt to take over for you when you are too old to cover any more mares.”

Jennifer continued to inform the ponies of their plight. “Once you are properly trained as ponies, you will begin to enjoy the simple, satisfying and happy life of being a pampered pony serving your owners just like Claudia over there is happy serving me.”

Jennifer walked over to Claudia and gently stroked the calmly standing mare’s udders. “Yes, you will live happy and pampered lives. After all, you are now valuable ‘livestock’, so your owners will take good care of you. You will get plenty of exercise and plenty of good healthy pony feed. All of your needs will be taken care of for you. There will be no more stress or responsibility to mar your lives. All of your decisions, small or large, will be made for you.”

Turning back to the ponies and stepping up to the stud, Jennifer continued to talk to them as she stroked the stud’s nose, “Yes, you will live happy healthy lives with only one purpose in life, to lovingly and obediently serve your owners.” Jennifer continued to stroke the stud’s muzzle even as the stud struggled to get free, “Eventually even serving your masters as simple beasts of burden will bring you pleasure and contentment.”

Jennifer kept her smile in place as she again approached the long-suffering mares. The mares, being females, had noted Jennifer’s dress and as she approached them again, Jennifer sensed them looking at her and her dress and judging her, asking themselves why she was getting away with this. Why she was dressed and they were hanging naked in the harnesses.

If the mares had been free, each of them would have towered over the petit five foot two inch tall Jennifer with her dark brown hair and brown eyes.

Jennifer was wearing a white cotton off the shoulder dress with emerald green satin trim at the bodice and around the flared pleated skirt. An emerald green satin belt, tied in a bow at the back emphasized Jennifer’s thin waist and flaring hips.

White mid-thigh length silk stockings with emerald green bows for emphasis displayed Jennifer’s shapely legs. A white bonnet with an emerald green ribbon graced her head and emerald green shoes and an emerald green choke collar completed her ensemble.

Jennifer’s long dark hair reached to her bosom as it spilled over her left shoulder.

Seeing the appraising look from the mares, Jennifer smiled even larger. “I know. It’s not much of an outfit compared to your lovely harnesses.” Jennifer looked pointedly at the mares’ harnessed and naked bodies and giggled. “You see, tomorrow is Race Day, it is kind of like the Kentucky Derby for ponygirls, and I am dressed as a Southern belle for the pre-race costume party tonight.”

Stepping close to the older mare, Jennifer stroked the white skinned mare’s muzzle.

I understand you mares are going to be used as decorations at the party tonight. I cannot wait to see your outfits for the party. I am sure they will be very revealing . . . I mean ‘entertaining’.”

Jennifer laughed as the white mare’s skin turned red in anger from her teasing. Rubbing the mare on its nose further infuriated the mare and Jennifer laughed at it again, “There is no need to be embarrassed little pony,” Jennifer intentionally misinterpreted the mare’s red tinged skin, “Yes, there is no need to be embarrassed just because you are hanging ‘bare assed’ in a harnesses.” Jennifer laughed at her own pun and left the mare shaking in rage.

Tilting her head as she looked the palomino pony in the eye, Jennifer smiled as she said, “Animals are always kept bare assed my little pony. So there is no need to be embarrassed about being what you are little pony.”

Stepping over to the lighter skinned sister, Jennifer stroked the young mare’s udders and gently milked its teats. The dangling blood engorged udders and teats were painful to the touch and even Jennifer’s gentle touch was excruciating to the young mare.

Leaning close to the young mare’s ear, Jennifer spoke loud enough for all of the ponies to hear, “Don’t get used to wearing clothes tonight little pony. Ponies do not wear clothes. Ponies wear harnesses. See how proud Claudia is in her harness.” She knew the four ponies could not not look at Claudia standing tall and statuesque hitched to a cart in a harness.

Standing up and looking at her mare Almira, Jennifer idly rested her hand on the young mare’s back as it hung next to her. “Yes! Isn’t she beautiful standing there. She is so proud and happy in her new life.” After a pause to admire Claudia/Almira, Jennifer continued, “She is where she choose to be.”

Jennifer stepped away from the young mare and turned to face the pony as she continued, “Don’t worry little pony, soon you will be a proud and happy ponygirl just like your big sister Claudia and just like her very soon you will only truly be happy in a harness between the shafts of your master’s cart.”

As the mare tried to shake its head no, Jennifer laughed, “Oh yes. You will look forward to being harnessed and you will not even remember that you have ever worn clothes. Just imagine how freeing that will be. No more wondering what outfit to wear. No more does this blouse go with this skirt. No more I don’t have anything to wear. Because now you don’t have anything to wear. You don’t have anything.” Jennifer gently stroked the mare’s muzzle, “From now on your master will decide what harness you will wear.” Jennifer stroked the mare’s throat, “No more worrying about what people think of you. Soon you will simply be a happy animal with no worries or cares or memories other than those of being a pony.”

Jennifer’s hand was on the mare’s chest and almost to the mare’s udders when Jennifer suddenly stepped away from the young mare and walked behind the other young mare. Jennifer used her knuckles to tap on the butt plug that adorned that mare’s rear end. “I see that you ponies are have been prepped to receive your ponytails.” As she said this, the ponies looked at Claudia and saw that she indeed did have a dark colored tail hanging between her legs.

That is right, ponies have tails and” Jennifer paused as she tapped the butt plug loudly again, “it appears that you four ponies are ready to get your tails.” Walking back and forth behind the mares, Jennifer repeatedly stroked each of their exposed and denuded sexes, causing the mares to shiver in their harnesses. The area was still highly sensitive from having their pubic hair removed earlier.

Stopping behind the stud, Jennifer smiled a smile that the ponies could not see, but if they had, they would have been shaking in fear. Jennifer reached towards the stud and ran her sharp nails lightly up and down its exposed and sensitive scrotum. The stud could not help itself as the stimulation brought it to a full erection and the pain from the scratching fingernails drove it mad.

Laughing at the stud’s useless struggles, Jennifer continued to lightly scratch the stud’s sensitive and tender scrotum and then progressed down to scratch at its denuded scrotal sack. The pony fought the restraints, but even its frantic strength could not budge the harness restraining it.

As the stud continued to struggle, the mares became agitated and tried to break free. Seeing the mares’ behavior, Jennifer stopped playing with the stud. Jennifer decided that it was time for some hard lessons for the ponies.

Jennifer walked past the ponies without a word and went back to the carriage.

The stud had its eyes closed as it tried to get its breathing and body back under control and thus did not see what Jennifer was doing, but the mares saw Jennifer go back to the carriage and they calmed down, hoping that this part of their torture was at an end. However, the mares saw the man in the carriage hand something to Jennifer and their eyes froze in terror as they saw her returning carrying a riding crop.

The mares tried to shake their heads no, but Jennifer walked directly up to the darker skinned daughter and immediately hit the pony across its blood engorged teats with the crop. The mare screamed in pain as the crop once again slashed across its tender udders. A third time the crop struck the mare’s udders. The mare was crying out in fear and pain as its udders suffered the abuse from the crop. Jennifer kept whipping the mare until it collapsed in tears.

Now Jennifer turned her attention to the next daughter. Because the harness kept the other ponies from turning their heads and the short blinders that had been fastened on the bridles blocked their vision, the other ponies had not been able to see what had happened to the first mare. The second daughter had only heard swish and crack of the riding-crop and its sister’s screams of pain. The young mare did not know where the crop would fall or when, but it thought it was ready for anything Jennifer could do until its breasts suddenly exploded with pain and felt like they had been dipped in liquid fire. The crop fell yet again and the burning in the mare’s breasts caused its breath to catch in its throat and it thought it would die from the pain. Again the crop struck and the pony cried out its misery.

As the young mare cried out at the whipping, the pain to its tongue from the bit felt like cool ice compared to the burning in its breasts as a fourth, fifth and sixth time the crop fell on them. The mare collapsed into the harness, defeated by the lesson of pain that it had been taught by the crop.

Jennifer looked at her handy work on the two young mares. She could see the darker welts on their dark skinned udders and teats. She could see them shaking in fear and pain. She smiled at the look of defeat and acceptance of their helplessness in the mares’ eyes. She watched their hope die as they realized that she was in complete and total control of their lives right now.

Jennifer had taught the young mares the taste of the whip and to fear it. Jennifer was now ready to teach the white mare that she had more than the whip at her disposal to control it. Jennifer knew that once an animal had felt the kiss of the whip, then the whip became more of a psychological tool to control the animal than a physical one. Jennifer had taught the young mares to fear the kiss of the whip, she was going to teach their dam to fear the hand wielding the whip.

Jennifer moved in front of the white mare. Jennifer knew from experience that the mare’s pale white skin would display her use of the crop rather nicely. However, Jennifer had other plans to punish and break the white mare’s spirit. Stepping close to the older mare, Jennifer began to gently stroke the mare’s udders and teats. The mare, expecting to be violently struck, flinched from Jennifer’s gentle touch but could not escape them.

Leaning close to the mare’s ear, Jennifer whispered softly to the mare alone, “You heard what I just did to your two daughters. You could hear their cries of anguish. If ‘you’ misbehave again,” Jennifer paused for emphasis, “They will get the same treatment again only harder. I will not punish you whatever you do, I will punish them because of you.” The white mare gasped as Jennifer violently pinched its teat, “Their pain will your pain!”

Still out of sight of the younger mares, Jennifer suddenly said in an excited and happy tone of voice that sounded as if she were talking to an obedient animal, “That’s a good pony! You like being petted don’t you. I knew ‘you’ would be a good pony and behave yourself. You were such ‘good pony’ while those two fillies over there were misbehaving. If you keep being a good pony, I will not have to punish you.” Jennifer paused for effect. ”Here you go girl, have a sugar cube.” There was another pause and then, “Good pony! You liked the sugar cube. That’s a good girl! Does the good little pony want another sugar cube? Yes? Here you go. That’s a good girl! Keep being a good little pony and you can have more sugar cubes or maybe even a slice of apple! Would the good little pony like some apple?”

Jennifer stepped away from the mares so she could see their faces. She smiled as the two young mares tried to see their dam and the look of anger and loathing on the older mare’s face as she recognized what Jennifer was doing.

Stepping back to the older mare again, out of sight of the two younger ponies, Jennifer again drove a wedge deeper between the young mares and their dam. “Yes! Good ponies like you can have some apple. Now stay quiet as I remove this bit. Shhhhh, good ponies do not talk. Here little pony! That apple tastes good doesn’t it? I knew the good little pony would like some apple.” After a pause. “Does the good pony want some more apple? That’s a good pony! Here’s some more apple.” There was another pause. “All finished? That was good wasn’t it? Now open wide so I can put the bit back in. That is a very good pony!”

Jennifer could hear the young mares’ stomachs growling at the thought of the imaginary sugar cubes and apple slices they believed their mother had received. After all, they had had nothing to eat since the previous evening before they got on the plane.

As Jennifer walked between the dam and its lighter skinned foal, Jennifer smartly struck the young mare across its butt cheeks with the crop. Not enough to cause any real injury or hurt, just enough to sting and remind the young mare that the crop was still there and that she was subject to it. Then as she walked behind the older mare, Jennifer lightly struck it along the length of the mare’s exposed pussy. She smiled as she watched the white mare stiffen, but it did not cry out.

Now that she had taught the mares their lessons, Jennifer went back to the stud to finish testing its responses. She reached out and gently stroked its scrotal sack with her fingernails. The stud tried to resist responding to this excruciating and stimulating touch, but it could not prevent the erection the physical contact caused. “That’s a good boy!” Jennifer cooed to the stud who was old enough to be her father, as she teased the stud’s cock with the riding crop. “Yes, you are a good boy! Little Jennifer wanted to see the stud’s big pony cock and the good and obedient stud is showing it off so that little Jennifer can see how big it is.”

The stud shook in impotent anger as Jennifer continued to tease it with her words and her fingernails.

What a good boy you are, showing off your great big pony cock for little Jennifer. It is no wonder mommy pony was so happy all of the time, having this at home to ride. Mommy pony was selfish, keeping all of this for herself! Do not worry big stud, you are free! No longer will you be a one-mare stud. Nope! Now you will have a whole herd of mares waiting to ride your big pony cock.”

Jennifer watched the white skinned mare, whose skin burned red with anger and shame, and the stud shaking in the harnesses. Jennifer began stroking the stud’s swollen member until it was ready to explode.

Just as the stud was about to come, Jennifer stepped back, slashed the riding croup across the stud’s ass, and loudly called out, “NOW STUD!”

The sudden shock and pain caused the stud to shoot his wade onto the floor.

Good pony! You are such a good pony! Look at that! You already know how to ‘come’ on command! See what a good and obedient pony you are!”

Jennifer stepped back up to the stud and began to gently stroke the stud’s scrotal sack and penis again as she continued to tell the helpless stud what a good pony it was.

The stud would find out during its training that it would always be rewarded by having its testicles and penis stroked. The stroking of the stud’s genitals would upset the stud early in its training, but as it became used to the reward the stud would start to look forward to the stroking. Eventually this reward would help breakdown the stud’s resistance to its training. The stud was learning about a carrot that would be used to train it. Soon it would learn the stick from the same hand.

You will be a good pony. I can tell that you want to be a good pony because you are already behaving like a well-trained stallion. I bet you cannot wait to get a nice ponytail to go with this lovely pony cock.” Jennifer laughed as she grabbed and squeezed the stud’s cock in her left hand and she hit the butt plug with the riding crop. “Yes, you will have a pretty black pony tail to match your lovely black pony cock. You will be so proud looking with your tail and a bell fastened right here.” She pinched the bottom of the pony’s cock just behind the glans. “Look how proud Claudia is with her tail and bells. She loves her tail and bells.” Jennifer slid her hand down to the stud’s scrotal sack, weighing the stud’s testicles in her hand.

I am sure that with your tail and bells, you will be all the rage with the mares,” Jennifer squeezed and pulled firmly on the stud’s scrotal sack. “I hear that they are going to use you for stud services. Apparently, they think the fillies you have sired will make good ponies and they want to see what else they can get out of you. They might even breed you with this mare here again.” The white mare felt the crop move against her exposed and sensitive sex. “Of course, you will not recognize her then. She will simply be one more mare in heat that you will cover to earn your ‘owner’ stud fees.” Jennifer lightly smacked the crop on the stud’s scrotal sack as she said “owner”.

The infuriated stud struggled to free itself again. Jennifer brought the crop down and hit it hard as she could right on its already sensitive scrotum. This was the first time the stud had ever felt the full forced kiss of a whip and it lost its mind as it struggled to be free and to get away from the pain. Jennifer was non-relenting as she continued to strike the stud on its butt cheeks and scrotum and anywhere else she could reach with the ridding crop. She kept up the whipping until the stud finally collapsed in exhaustion and pain.

Jennifer reached out, grabbed the exhausted stud’s denuded and sensitive scrotal sack firmly in her hand, and gave it a gentle but firm jerk. Giggling like a schoolgirl as the stud’s penis again became hard under her manipulations, Jennifer said in an imitation of a little girl’s voice “OH! What a good pony you are! You are such an obedient pony! You will be such a good stud! Just think of all those mares just waiting for you.” With another stronger jerk on the stud’s scrotal sack, Jennifer released it, “However, if the stud thing does not work out, they can always cut these off and make you a gelding.” She gave the stud one more slash across its buttocks with the crop and walked to the stud’s chest.

Bending close to the exhausted and beaten stud’s head, she reached under and played with its nipples as she said loud enough for the mare that used to be its wife to hear, “Get used to being controlled and handled by women my big stud. I understand that all of the attendants who care for the studs here are women and that they are selected for their desire to humiliate and demean men. They will know how to get the most out of their studs. Just think, soon you will be a broken and gentled stallion, obedient to the reins and a woman’s spurs. From what I have heard, your owner is a woman you lucky stud! And I hear that she is looking forward to riding you!”

Jennifer smiled as she heard a whimper from the white mare behind her.

Jennifer moved to where all of the ponies could see her.

Smiling sweetly at the ponies, Jennifer decided it was time to explain what their new life was going to be.

Okay ponies, this is the last time anyone is ever going to talk to you as if you were still a human and could understand what is being said. After this, you will be treated as the dumb animals you now legally are, but don’t worry, soon you will not be able to understand what is being said to you or around you other than the commands your masters want you to understand. You will be dumb and obedient animals.”

Looking each pony in the eye, Jennifer continued, “First, you need to understand that there is no escape for any of you! The sooner you accept that fact and accept that this is now your new life, the sooner your life here will improve.” Jennifer fed Claudia another piece of apple. The blank look of exhilaration masked Claudia’s face as she chewed contentedly on the apple. “You will be a happy animal like Claudia here.”

Jennifer looked expectantly at the ponies, “You are probably wondering how Claudia and you are arrived here today. Am I right?” None of the ponies moved, afraid of the consequences.

No? That’s all right, because I am going to tell you anyway. It is retribution. At least retribution against Claudia here. That is right, you can blame my college roommate and your daughter and sister, Claudia, for your present predicament and your new lives.

Jennifer looked up at Claudia’s face as she possessively stroked her mare’s udders. “Claudia doesn’t remember her previous life, so she does not even remember me from college. That is too bad because I would have liked her to know why she is here and why she brought this doom on her family. However, since she cannot remember me or understand what is happening to you, I will have to settle for you four understanding the reason for my arranging for Claudia to be here and how she is responsible for you being here. At least you will understand until you, like Claudia here, become happy little ponies without any memories of your past lives.”

Jennifer reached up and stroked Claudia’s bridled face gently with her right hand.

Claudia is here because of the way she treated me at the sorority when we were roommates. She was terrible to me and all I ever wanted was to be her friend. She and the other girls were always plotting against me and doing terrible things to me. Then she stole my boyfriend, Scott Jones, the quarterback for the football team.”

Jennifer continued to stroke Claudia’s face as she cooed up to Claudia, “You were a bad girl! Weren’t you my love?” Claudia stood motionless as Jennifer continued to stroke her face.

It was Claudia’s vicious conduct towards me in college that made me decide I had to stop her from hurting other people the way she had hurt me” Jennifer continued her story, “and that landed her here through her own volition.”

Jennifer continued to look up at Claudia and to stroke her pony’s face.

After I graduated from college, I waited to receive my inheritance from my grandfather and then I began to make my plans to stop Claudia from hurting other people. It was simple really, I already knew about the PONYINATOR organization from my father and mother and they introduced me to the right people. You see, my family has owned slaves, including ponygirls like Claudia here, for generations.

I simply asked if PONYINATOR could arrange to train and deliver Claudia to me. They agreed to present an ‘opportunity’ to Claudia and to show her the way, but it was always Claudia’s decisions and choices that brought her here. It was Claudia who decided to accept a new job. It was Claudia who decided to move away from her family. And it was Claudia who decided to sign the agreement to become a ponygirl. So it was Claudia who made the decisions that resulted in her being here today as my new ponygirl.” Jennifer smiled up at her pony.

Granted I did arrange for the options to be put in front of her, but Claudia made her decisions of her own free will and it was her choices that put her here today as my ponygirl. Now Claudia will pull me and my guests around my estate back home and perform other equine duties as well, but most importantly I will know that my former tormentor is now where she could no longer hurt others the way she had hurt me.”

Jennifer looked up at Claudia, stroked her udders, and smiled. “I have her now and she will never hurt anyone ever again. She will be my favorite pony. However, she’s not going to be alone.”

Jennifer’s smile widened as she turned to the ponies suspended before her. “Since you so conveniently arranged to be here today, I thought that I should try to keep the family together. You see, the people here knew that you would go looking for Claudia and based on the videos they had of you four, they decided to add you to their stables.” Jennifer moved over in front of the white mare and reached down to stroke the mare’s udders and teats as she continued, “It was you ‘mommy pony’ that was the deciding factor for your new lives.” Jennifer looked the mare in the eye as she continued.

The people here knew you four were trying to find Claudia and that you could cause them some inconvenience. Normally they can simply have government officials cover up the disappearances of their new ponies. However, they decided to do something else in your case. One of the people working here decided that he liked you ‘mommy pony’ and wanted you as his personal pony. He talked the rest into capturing all of you. As he pointed out, making all of you into ponies solved the problem of you investigating Claudia’s disappearance and in the process they can turn a profit on all four of you.” Jennifer smiled as the white mare turned red in shame and anger as she realized what she had been partially responsible for what was happening to her family.

By the time any of you might be missed, so much time will have passed that no one will even look for you. There is no hope of rescue and even if there were someone to look for you, no one could ever find you. There is not going to be any rescue! There is no escape! You have no chance of ever returning to your old life! You are now just animals, livestock, and will be for the rest of your lives and you have Claudia and mommy pony here to thank for your new lives.”

Jennifer watched the tears stream down the palomino mare’s face. “Don’t worry mommy pony. Even though you and the stud are spoken for, I have already purchased these two young fillies here for my stables. I probably paid too much for them, but how often can you buy a matched set of three sisters?”

N-o-ugh!” the older mare tried to scream out. Jennifer whispered in her ear, “I warned you!”

The mare tried to shake her head, but the next thing she heard was the swish of the crop and one of her daughters crying out in pain. Another swish and both daughters were crying. Four more times the crop punished her daughters, until the palomino mare collapsed in defeat. Jennifer’s crop had broken the mare without a single blow.

Meanwhile, the two young mares’ bodies shook in fear of the whip and their new owner. The crop had already broken them to their owner’s will.

Jennifer returned to Claudia and again stroked her udders. Claudia had not even flinched as her sisters had been whipped. Jennifer fed Claudia another slice of apple.

Glancing over her shoulder at the hanging ponies Jennifer finished up, “So say good bye to Claudia, of course that is not her name anymore and she would not recognize it even if you could say it to her. As I said before, she does not recognize anything from her previous life, including the four of you. I do hope you enjoyed your little family reunion.” Jennifer grinned evilly at the ponies and smacked the crop into her hand, “I know I did.”

Walking over to her two young mares, Jennifer reached out and gently stroked their tear soaked faces. “Don’t cry my little ponies, you will enjoy being owned by me and you will love serving as my ponies. Just like your big sister loves and serves me.”

Jennifer ran her fingers through the mares’ hair. “Since I am your owner, I have already picked out your new names. So be happy little ponies! You have me as your owner and you have new pony names.”

Jennifer frowned at the ponies, “The next time I see you two, after the party tonight that is, you will not remember any of this because by then you will be trained animals without any memories like your sister over there. But I will remember and I want you to know how much I will enjoy watching the videos of you becoming simple mindless livestock all the more because unlike your sister you will know exactly why she was and now you are destined to be my ponies.”

Jennifer kissed both of her new ponies on their foreheads. “Watching you become mindless animals while you know that your new life happened because of you sister and mother will be the ultimate retribution for their cruelty to me. Thank you!”

Jennifer turned away and returned to the carriage without another word.

The ponies watched Jennifer snap the reins and drive Claudia away. Each of the ponies was trapped not only in the harnesses, but also in their own private hells of fear and despair as the gate clanged shut in front of them.