Here let me read you what it says. "Pony license holder # 1357, there is going to be an investigation today. This hearing is to investigate the following charges against your license. Legal acquisition of three pony girls in your stables that were models for the Earthly Angels Modeling Agency:
    
             Violation of article 7
             Violation of article 22a, b, & c
             Violation of article 31b

"You will have said personnel in the nearest holding cells no later then 1000 hours today".

Shaking the paper in the face of my secretary, raising my voice just below shouting level. "Angie you look these rules up and hope that they are bogus or all hell is going to break out here. You other two knuckleheads bring Melontits and Goldenhair around front. I have to go down to the public holding cell to get things ready. After that, have those 'Beach Bunnies' in the corral so they can be readied for the holding block. It is 0820 now that gives us less then two hours. Angie I swear if you screwed up I'm going to sell you to the circus for pony rides in the kiddy section."

After issuing those orders, I went to my room to get the key, today's code for opening the holding cell, and put my riding boots on. Thoughts in my head are trying to unravel any details, rummaging through every corner for details of that day that I may have overlooked.

My two faithful ponies were waiting for me, their reins tied to the hitching post just outside the front door. I pulled on the loop and their reins were now in my hands. I proceeded to get into the sulky - looking at the backside of two wonderful ponygirls can make some of your worries disappear. I snapped the reins and said softly, "lets go my beautiful little ponies."

I started them out with just a walk, I didn't want to tire them out too fast, and it was a good half-mile maybe three-quarters of a mile to the Equine Holding Cell. When I start back, after getting all things organized, they will get a work out that they most likely will not appreciate this morning.

The wind blowing in my face, just enough to cool the body off, I watch two tails sway back and forth as my ponygirls walked down the authorized pony path. Now that it is legal to own ponies, there have been paths built just for them, it keeps them off the roads where they can distract drivers who at times have a hard time keeping their eyes on the road. About half way there I snapped the reins again and my ponies started to trot. They were kept on this pace until we reached the holding cell.

I got off the cart and attached water bottles to their bridles. I could hear them take deep breaths as I fastened their reins to the hitching post, and placed the straws from the water containers into their mouths. "Nice ponygirls, take it easy and rest, I have a few things to do."

With that, I walked the five steps to the holding cell, a small building that has no window, just one door. The door had a black box attached to it just above the handle with numbers running from zero to nine on little knobs, right below that was a key slot. I inserted the key, looked at my right hand where I wrote down today's code numbers and punched them in. I heard a click just as a green light came on beside the numbers, turned the key, pulled down the handle and opened the door. It was dark. I reached to the normal spot where a switch should be, flicked it. Florescent bulbs came to life. I felt the heat of the building hit me right in the face, and then I saw the air-conditioning thermostat. This time I needed to punch in my license number. I saw that it gave the time I started the air conditioner, 0842. There were no settings on the control box. It was remote controlled after inserting the start up code.

I looked around at the building's four cells. They looked a lot like jail cells, with bar doors. There were two metal gadgets on top of each cell, one for water and the other for the food bottles. On the wall in front of the cells were four wooden rods with quick release snaps on each end. Inside each cell was a duffel bag - I needed one for each of the arrivals. I had an idea so I grabbed all four. I heard metal clang as they banged together. I managed to pick up all four with one swoop and placed them outside the door. One quick look around. The cells were about 4 feet wide and 5 or so feet deep. I noticed there was a drain hole outside the cell doors for water run off. I didn't have a round object on me but I am sure that the concrete floor was pitched towards them. Then I noticed what appeared as grill tubing with holes on top of the cells, which I guessed was for water to be released to the inside of the cell. Heck it was 0857, time to get a move on. What I though would take a few minutes took fifteen, so now I had to scramble to the farm and back again with the bounty in question.

I tossed the four duffel bags into the cart, took the reins and walked to the front of my ponies After releasing the water containers from their bridles, I gently led them towards the pony path.

"My good little ponies, I'm going to be asking a lot from you on the way home. Now is the time to work as a team. Time is running short. I need you to run like the wind for me. After this is done and you do a very good job, you can frolic the rest of the day in the pasture, and I'll even have your pony tails removed from your asses, and you can wear a nice dress up one. Wouldn't that be great? But don't let me down, or I will be very angry." With those words, I could see their eyes light up with pleasure and fear at the same time. For ponygirls there is nothing more then pleasing their owner - my two ponygirls want to do that. And there is nothing worse then displeasing.

I climbed into the cart and gave the reins a big loop of a snap, "Let's move it Melontits and Goldenhair", with that I swatted them on their ass with the buggy whip.

Snap..Crack..

I let them run fast. I also knew what pace they could keep up. I didn't want to hurt them; I could always call up to the house on the walkie-talkie for a ride. I could have those darn 'beach bunnies' brought down here in the truck, but I needed this ride. I was not angry at my two ponies, but I didn't want to take out the frustration I had at this time on them.

They where huffing and breathing heavily when I they reached the house.

"Whoa there ponies, that is enough," as I dismounted and attached their reins to the post. I then grabbed the four bags and went up the steps two at a time. I flung the door open and yelled, "Angie you had better have good news."

"Here are the charges boss. Article 7 says, you have to send a registered letter to the Commissioner of Equine Acquisitions, Attention New Pony Registration Division within 3 days. 4 if one of any of those days fall on a holiday, where the post office is closed."

"I did that boss, I got the signed return receipt back, here it is."

"Article 22a, b, & c, these are a little tricky. 22a states that it is illegal to troll for an argument in order to be able to subdue a person for your personal use as a pony or subdue that person for a pony for anyone else, regardless of whether hired or for free. This includes corporate or private licensed stables, ranch, home, farm, etc… or what the board of registration deems will fall under these categories now or in the future."

"Okay, I didn't do that Angie, keep talking as we go out to the corral, you two guys grab these bags." With that, I headed out the door with Angie on my heels. "Don't stop talking girl, I can do two things as the same time."

"22b states it is illegal to capture a pony in any family setting. It states them as parks, zoos, shopping malls, campgrounds, beaches, or what ever the committee deems such."

"It was a beach, Angie, but a semi-private one that doesn't allow anyone under the age of 18 to be there. Yea!! I know if there is a limit, teeny bobber will try to get into it." I screamed back at her as we approached the gate to the corral.

"22c. Okay! Boss says that it is illegal to recruit a pony with false promises. That it is illegal to purchase a girl to be a future pony from parents, guardians, husband, boyfriends, or from anyone if that pony to be does not have the ability to refuse. This excludes anyone with a legal registration, such as pony that has been registered but has not been put into service. A pony that's allowed to roam free is considered eligible for sale without any consideration from them."

"Leaves us out, unless that agency is claiming something that isn't true. We can pass each of those charges, now lets get those bags open and follow the instructions inside, it is close to 0920 now, we have 40 minutes to get these ponies into the holding cells."

Each 'Beach Bunny' was hitched to the top of the rail, their arms fastened criss-crossed behind their backs attached to a D ring on their collar, a rubber pony bit tight in each mouth, blind folded, their own hair used for their own tail so nicely sticking out of their rectums, and pony shoes on their feet making them stand leaning on the rails for support.

"The tricky one is the next one boss, 3lb. This one says it is illegal to offer the experience of being a pony girl to a free woman with the implied assumption that she would be set free when such experience has ended. Such as pulling a sulky only for a certain amount of time or distance, working out on a pony track, prancing around showing off a bridle and bit, or any exercise that this committee sees fit to define."

"Okay I get the point, damn it. Now read the instructions from the bag, so we know what to do with this stuff, it is my first time too, you know," I yelled, cause if anything can do me harm it is the last article. I unfolded the instructions and read them to my stable hands and trainers, Tom, Bob, and Angie (yes she had dual job, my secretary and a trainer, sometimes a women's touch is needed with breaking in new ponies).

"All potential questionnaires must be in the proper attire as follows:
            
             1. The steel collar must be place on and when locked with the "D" rings in front and rear of the body with locking mechanism under chin
             2. The 1 ½ inch ring gag fastened and locked with the automatic locking system
             3. The waist belt will be placed on person in such a way that the self locking mechanism is in front, this should leave a "D" ring attachment just off center towards the rear, and one in the middle of the back.
             4. Each wrist will be put into a steel wrist cuff. The locking device will be on the outside of the hand, the "D" ring will be on the inside of the wrist and this will be attached to the waist belt with the left wrist on the left side and right wrist on the right side of the belt.
             5. Each ankle will have the restraint cuff attached in such a way that the locking device is on the outside and the "D" ring on the inside of the leg
             6. The 12 inch self locking chain will be attached to the ankle cuff "D" rings
             7. These are the only items allowed, no shoes of any kind, if it is not in this bag then it will not be on the person in the cell
             8. Once this is done, each recipient will be placed into the holding cell; the self-locking cell door will be closed.
             9. A fresh 5-gallon water container will be placed on top of each occupied cell with the water hose placed within reach of the occupant without them having to strain to reach it. Usually the tube is set to neck level.
             10. A 3-gallon container of pony food will be put onto the feeding tray next to the water container. The feeding tube will also be set at the same height as the watering tube.
             11. Close the main door and push the # button on the keypad. This will secure the entrance way until authorized entry is obtained from Commissioner of Equine Acquisitions

"Okay, lets get the show on the road guys," I shouted as the crew went to work. The first pony they got ready I named Buttercup, they pulled out her tail, undid her bit and just as she thought she might get relief, Tom crammed in the ring gag. Bob unlocked her collar that let her hands drop down to her ass, and with one quick motion, he placed the steel collar around her neck. With her arms still behind her back Angie removed her hardware, and placed the official steel cuff on her wrist, while Bob placed the waist belt on her. Tom untied her pony boots, removed them then put the ankle cuffs and chain on her feet. Angie placed each wrist in the proper "D" ring as Bob locked the belt on. After Buttercup, they did Wing-Nut and Sassy the same way.

"All done boss," Tom said. "We still have twenty five minutes to get these ponies to the holding cell. I'll get the truck and we'll load them up. I think you may have brought one to many bags though."

"No! Not really, I need a spy inside the holding cells and I do believe that Angie would be more then willing to volunteer. Just in case something is said, or should I say moaned while these ponies are out of my control."

"Woow, now boss, I don't know about that," Angie said.

"You're the only female here, so you get voted in, do I need to force strip you or is this going to be pleasant? Hurry. We haven't much time, the clock is ticking away. Don't be such a wimp about it Angie."

Angie was not too happy at all about this. I could see it in her eyes, her body movement, and hesitation. Just then Tom and Bob grabbed her, put the collar on her. As soon as she took off her shirt and bra they put the waist belt. Tom just took her pants and pulled them off along with her shoes while Bob placed the wrist cuffs on her and locked them into place on the belt. Tom then put the ankle cuffs along with the chain on. I held on to the gag ring for now.

"Okay Tom, now get the truck, and let's go. Around twelve minutes to go."

We loaded the ponies and Angie onto the bed of the truck. Bob put the water and food containers on as I hurried the ponies onto the lift.

We arrived with just 3 minutes to spare. Tom and Bob led each pony to a cell. Their blind folds removed. The doors made a loud clink as they were shut. Until the authorities arrived with the proper codes and keys, they were not going anywhere. With Buttercup, Wing-Nut and Sassy were looking bewildered and wondering what was in store for them next. They had noticed that Angie was in a cell too. As I reached for her and placed the ring gag between the roof of her mouth and lower jaw behind her teeth, I told her in a whisper "keep an eye and an ear out for my property." With those words I pushed her towards the back of the cell and slammed the door shut so it would rattle the interior of the building. Tom and Bob climbed down from the top of the cells, after having placed the food and water containers in their proper places, and dropping the tubes to the right length. "O.K., let's get out of here boys and leave these animals to their fate." With that said, I shoved Tom and Bob out the main door and closed it shut. I heard the locking bolt slide down, and as the doors locked, the time was 1003. I pressed the # key. Not bad, cause I was sure that we made it just as specified in the letter.

"You two go on up to the ranch, I'm going to stick around here for awhile, and wait for those people from the ECA. I'll hoof it on up to the house when I get bored around here. Oh yeah, brush down Melontits and Goldenhair. Take their tails out of their asses, but then use nice show tails for them. Not the long ones, I don't want them to get dirty. Let them run free in the east pasture for a couple of hours. They did very good today. I'm, proud of 'em. Came through when I needed them."

Now t aththe waiting had begun, I know that the ECA would take their time.

As I waited by the holding cell. I started to get hungry. It was lunch time, so I decided I'll just go up to the house and eat and wait. Just as I was starting to walk, I heard hoof beats coming down the pony path.

"Well lookie, lookie, if it isn't Master Sogo using shoe leather," the voice of a dear friend echoed off the building. But it rang a little bitter in my ears today. "Lose a few of your ponies, or did one throw a shoe and you got to get a blacksmith or a stretcher?"

"Woo, you lazy ponies," he shouted as he stopped next to me. "Need a ride?"

"No thanks Master A, I'm just waiting for some company to arrive." I eyed his ponies with a watchful eye. Master A doesn't like to shave his ponies heads, but instead likes to cut their hair short about the length need to fall just below their ears. He also like likes to use tit reins, with their nipple rings used as brakes and for turning. He says they pay more attention to him then their surroundings. The tit reins are attached in such a way that when you have two ponies you have two sets of reins in your hand. One set for the left tit of each pony connected on the same reins, while the right tits are attached to another set of reins. I tried this once but found out it wasn't for me. I guess I'm just an old fashioned sort. He also likes to use a dildo for the pussy, along with having the tail in the ass belt. Says that this sort of combination keeps them happy. Instead of a buggy whip he carries a signal whip, says why play around, when I mean business, I mean it, do it or pay dearly.

"Well Master Sogo, with you standing around this Holding Cell without your favorite ponies, I would venture to say there might be trouble brewing with the ECA," Master A blurted out.

"Just a misunderstanding, it will be straightened out very shortly," I replied.

"Hope so, cause breaking the rules can get your license revoked and even time in the slammer," with that Master A let go off the tit reins. The pressure was off the ponies tits, telling them it was time to move forward. This they did without a word spoken by Master A. "Call me when this is over, bet you ten bucks it has to do with your beach ride," with that I heard a loud crack from his signal whip and his ponies started trotting. Oh! The sound of horse hoofs hitting the asphalt, such a sweet sound.

I went up to the house and ate lunch. It sure was quiet being there all by myself. Angie was in the holding cell, keeping an eye and ear open for me. Tom and Bob should be attending to three lovely soccer players that started a riot in the adult part of the park last week. It sure was a pleasure having to write those soccer moms that their sweet cannot-mind-their-own-business babies are now soccer ponies. Instead of spike shoes, they now are eligible for shod shoes. Moreover, they can run up and down the field all they want pulling my cart with me in it. Darn it. I was getting silly waiting for those ECA people.

At 1415 the front door bell rang - no need for me to guess who it might be. As I walked to the door, I could feel my heart beat pounding inside my chest. I opened the door and there stood three gentlemen and a woman. That rather took me by surprise, I would not have thought the ECA would send women out into the field.

"Good day Master Sogo. I am Mr. Allen and this is my assistant Ms. Prairie. These other two gentlemen are Mr. Richard and Mr. Flowers, they are here as helpers, you might say."

"Please come in and have a seat," I said as I motioned them to enter my ranch house.

"Thank you kindly Master Sogo, but lets just cut through the niceties and get right down to business," said Mr. Allen. "The violation on article 7 is a minor one. Please make a note that in the future all acquisitions must be mailed in separately. You can not combine all registration in one envelope. We would have written you a memo on this. But for all three ponies you registered, a protest from the Agency they worked for had been submitted. Therefore, an inquiry was in the works. Nevertheless, here are your papers on the three young ponies you acquired last week. You have an official seal from the ECA office on them, giving you another 3 days to register those ponies starting today.

"If you would be so kind to follow me and Ms. Prairie to our car, we'll head down to the Equine Holding Cells." Mr. Allen said, more of an order then a request. "Don't worry, Mr. Richard and Flowers will be with us shortly. First, they are going to check on your stables and facilities on the ranch."

About 150 yards from the holding cells, the pony path was blocked off. There was a large board on the path, I couldn't make out all the writing, but I did see 'Temporarily Closed Until Further Notice….' I couldn't make out the rest of the wording cause it was blocked by the minimum of 6 feet high hedges that run parallel with the road, also by the turn the path makes away from the road at this point. The SUV came to a halt at this point. I noticed a walk path about 50 feet from the holding cell building, just wide enough for use single file.

As we approached the building, I noticed there was a table set up, one of those rectangular ones about two feet wide and four feet long, placed outside and to the left of the door. Two chairs were the only objects by it. One was a normal one on one side of the table, the other was a restraining chair place directly across from the first. The table had a plastic white tablecloth placed on top of it. About 12 feet from there, on the other side of the door, was a portable whipping cross. What do they need a Saint Andrews Cross for, I wondered.

"Okay Master Sogo, here is the deal. The Modeling Agency is pissed, to say the least. They filed a complaint the second they got the news that you captured their girls and took them as ponies to be. The agency claims that there is no way that those girls would have volunteered in any manner to be your pony girls. They also claim that in order for you to have gotten them up to the semi-private beach, you must have gone and intruded on their shoot and said something to provoke them. How else could you have gotten them to follow you to that part of the beach? We checked with the photographer's office. They said that he is on an assignment in Africa, shooting stills for some wild life magazine with no way to get hold of him, as there is not even a telegraph office in the deep jungle. Have been told the bathing suit shots were scheduled from 0900 to 1300 hours. It is not unusual to finish early and be billed for the whole time slot. The traffic cameras on the pony paths put you within a quarter of a mile of the beach at 1145, leaving a whole hour before the CSA was called to the scene. That leaves plenty of time for you to go on the beach to say or do something to generate anger from these girls. They then look you up and confront you, thus giving you an excuse to take advantage of the situation you created, letting you then take these three lovely girls to turn into ponies.

"Problem one, is that two of the girls were tethered to overhanging tree limbs. There was no evidence that you sprayed them with the authorized knock out spray, cause there was no orange present on their clothing or skin. We both know it takes a good 48 hours for that stuff to wear off the skin. And a couple of good washings to get it out of clothes.

"Agent Johnson, the officer that arrived and filled out your paper work, also made sure that the girls you had hitched up to a tree did not have any signs of spray on them which would indicate you may have been doing something wrong. We will get to that when I question the girls. I will warn you now, I do not want you saying one word during my time with the girls, nor will I tolerate any sort of body or sound language, nor facial expressions. If I even think you are intimidating them I will have you removed at once. Are we clear on that Mr. Sogo?"

"We are clear on that Mr. Allen."

"Good here is the rest of my crew, I do believe we can begin now," Mr. Allen said, as he reached out his hand to receive a piece of paper from that Richard guy. The four of them walked towards the front of the door. Ms. Prairie reached into her purse and pulled out a key. She inserted it into the slot, then Mr. Allen punched in a code. I could see the green light come on. The door opened.

Mr. Richard and Mr. Flowers stood on each side of the door. Mr. Allen waved me to approach the doorway. As I was within hearing distance he said, "Now what have we here? There were only supposed to be three pony to be girls in here. Unless I need my eyes checked or go back to school the number is four." With that he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the doorway. "You care to count for me?"

"No! There are four occupants inside the building, one is my secretary-trainer, and she is just making sure that these ponies in training don't hurt themselves."

"Yea, right Mr. Sogo, like she could help and comfort them, maybe lend them a shoulder to lean on incase they get scared. Hell she is in the same predicament they are. Trussed up with no place to go." With that Mr. Allen went over to the wall and removed one of the rods that had snaps on both ends. Then he opened up Angie's cell, "Come here you pretty little thing. Come on, don't make me chase you."

Hearing those words Angie moved forward as much as her shackled legs would let her. When she was close enough, Mr. Allen pushed the rod toward her collar, he pulled back a lever on the rod that opened the quick release snaps, and then attached that to the front ring of Angie's collar. He closed it and pulled her out of the cell. "Mr. Flowers will you come here please." With that I heard his footsteps, he was handed the rod with Angie attached to the other end. "If you will please prepare this one for a whipping I would be much obliged." Angie was pulled out the door. I did not know if I should follow or stay my ground.

Ms. Prairie grabbed the next rod and opened the first door, I could see in her mannerisms that she was used to doing this. The first pony was pulled out and she stood as still as she could. Ms. Prairie was still holding her attached rod when Mr. Allen then took another rod and opened the next cell door. He finally attached the rod to her collar; he pulled her out and backed her up towards Ms. Prairie. The rod on the first pony was attached to the back of the collar of the second. When this was completed Ms. Prairie took the final rod off the wall, opened the third door, brought out the last pony and placed her in line, sort of like hooking up cars on a train set. Then she grabbed the lead girl and pulled her out the door. The other two had no choice but to follow.

As I walked back outside, I was wondering what was going on with Angie. I didn't have to wonder for long, as soon as I was within sight of the whipping cross, I saw Angie attached to it. Hands attached above her head making her arms form a V, legs anchored tightly to the wood frame about two feet apart completing the letter X.

The 'Beach Bunnies' were marched to the other side of the table.

Without another word Mr. Allen placed a bolt of cloth on the table, and started to unroll it very gently. As it was opening, I could make out a blue cat of nine tails, a signal tail whip, and then a very nasty looking flogger that had knots tightened to the end of its tails. Mr. Allen then picked up the signal tail, he checked the cracker on it, pulling and tugging on it to make sure it wasn't coming off. He went behind Angie.

Playing with the whip, he softly flung it about to get the feel of it and the right distance it would travel before striking an object. Quick as a cat, he placed a blow on Angie's left shoulderblade muscle. A red welt appeared on the spot where it landed. It seemed like minutes but was only seconds before Angie gave out an anguished scream. Even with the ring gag still in place, there was no mistaking the cry of pain. Before she knew what hit her, another blow landed on her right shoulder, this was followed by a strike on her left and right ass cheeks. One could hear the distress cries for the torments that Angie just received.

While everyone was listening to what seemed like pleas from Angie, the agents covered the ears of two of the girls with headphones with a MP3 players attached. They made no attempt to shake them loose. I'm sure that the little show that Mr. Allen put on was for them…. Lesson learned.

The first pony was unhitched from the line and forced to approach the chair. The two male assistants pulled it out far enough to place her in it, and her hands were released from her belt. These cuffs had a knob on the wrist side that slid into the belt and locked into place, giving the wearer a little motion. When the pony was placed in the chair, each of her arms were then slid into a groove in the chair to hold them into place on the arm of the chair. Next, a chain from the side of the seat was attached to the waist belt so the pony could not stand up. Her foot chain was locked against a bar that ran between the legs of the chair.

"Now listen carefully, for I'm only going to repeat this once" Mr. Allen said to the pony in the chair. "After your gag is removed, do not say a word. I only want you to speak to me, and that is only to answer a direct question. If you cannot follow these simple rules, it is going to be you on that cross, with 20 lashes to the body."

The pony was shaking her head up and down in a yes manner, eyes riveted on Mr. Allen. One of the assistants removed the ring gag. Drool was dripping down her chin onto her tits, as she was shaking her head to help it fall off. One of the assistants wiped it off with a rag.

"What is your name?"

"Sassy"

"No, not your pony name, the name you had before you were captured."

"Anna-Marie."

"You're doing just fine. Now I just want to know, did this man come down to the main beach by himself, with or without one or more of his ponies?"

"No."

"Did he in anyway taunt you into an argument? Say anything that was degrading to you or your friends?"

"No."

"Was anyone forced to put on the pony gear? Was a certain time limit set before donning the equipment, stated or implied towards its removal?"

"No."

"After the other two girls experimented with the pony girl gear, I understand each one was tied to a branch of a tree and then you demanded their release, angrily?"

"Yes."

"At any time were the feet of the two curious females hobbled or shackled in order to keep them from breaking loose and running towards the free beach?"

"No."

"I want to thank you, Sassy, for your answers." With that said, one of the assistants placed a field bit into her mouth. These bits are not as thick around as a rubber bit, as they are made out of rubber coated on top of the metal, and this helps from breaking the side of the mouth. They are usually used when you keep your ponies in their berth for a day or so. They are designed so they can get to water and food easily by themselves. She was removed from the chair, her hands repositioned on her waist belt, and then she was placed in the back of the line. The headphones from the pony in the front of the line were placed on the head of Sassy.

Each pony was sat in the chair. With the whips present on their left side, glancing at them would mean that they also had Angie in view. Each when asked her name would use her pony name.

Once Mr. Allen was finished questioning Wing-Nut, he got up from the table and looked at me. "Mr. Sogo, I will give you the decision on this case now. Understand that there are no appeals. Once an arbitration decision is made it is final." As Mr. Allen was talking, Ms. Prairie held the lead of the three ponies. The other two assistants removed Angie from the whipping cross. They removed her ring gag and replaced it with a field bit, securing her as she was before, attaching her to the end of the pony line.

"First let me give you the report I was handed earlier. It states that your license is a facility for twelve ponies. My men inspected the grounds, found that indeed all the stables space, stall space, and grounds such as corral, pasture, track, workout area are indeed clear of debris. You would be surprised how often we find these places used as storage space. When that happens, the license is readjusted to meet the spot inspection. Use a stall, one less pony, clutter up the stable, the amount of area will then reduce the amount of ponies allowed on your facility. So on and so on. Thought I would let you know that. They found that you now have eight ponies on the grounds, counting those three (pointing towards Sassy, Buttercup and Wing-Nut), which I will get to in a moment. So your license is in compliance to those rules of the inspection."

He motioned side ways with his hands. The line started to move back into the holding cells. The three assistants were placing each pony, including Angie, back into a cell.

"After double checking with these three victims to make sure that no foul act was committed and that you were in your legal right to capture and take ownership of them, I now hand you their official papers." With those words, the three 'Beach Bunnies' had an unchallenged new career. It was not modeling in swimsuits anymore, but they were certainly beautiful enough to model pony gear. I took the titles from Mr. Allen. I don't know if I let the air rush out of my body in front of him or not. "And don't forget to send in the paperwork on your capture last week, in separate envelopes this time. You only have three more days, I'm telling you this cause today is Tuesday and it counts as day one. By the contract of the CEA, all witnesses must be quartered in the holding cells for a minimum of three days. Afraid that includes you secretary. If she was in the cell, she stays there."

After Mr. Allen waved everyone out of the building, he said as he motioned me to lead the way, "I will have someone here Friday around 1700ish to open the building and let you take custody of your ponies. Let me just set the automatic flushing and showering times. Neat little remote control gadget here. Look close at the baseboard on the back of the wall. You will see little holes, water comes out from there and washes all the crap and piss away, and the shower heads come on once a day to help clean them up. I'm setting the floor water for every three hours and the shower heads to run their cycle at 1600 hrs. You know, while I am here, I could get the paper work on Angie here for you. After all, she did volunteer to be here. I'm sure that she would make you a fine ponygirl."

That was the last thing Angie heard as the lights were turned off and the door slammed shut.