Boris sat back in his seat as the private jet began taxiing down the runway and sipped his drink. Strapped into the two seats across from his were two very beautiful young women. Although these two didn't yet know it they were about to become the next acquisitions to Black Star Stables, Boris' very profitable and highly illegal business creating human ponygirls.

As the plane took off, Boris considered the futures for his two new acquisitions. He had already named them, Angel and Sparrow, but where would each earn him the most profit? Signaling to the groom who accompanied him on the capture to strip the girls of their tops, he thoughtfully assessed each girl's assets and possible talents. The first girl, Sparrow, had dark hair that unfortunately was a bit too short to work as a mane, but she had long legs, small breasts and the build of a runner. Over the last two weeks, he watched her leave her house each morning to run through a park and had admired her speed and conditioning. With the right training and driver, she would be his new racer and win prize money and maybe a large price at auction.

With the top stripped from her unconscious body, he reached out to stroke the small breasts. "Jason, I think these will have to be larger for her to qualify as a racer," he said to his groom as he pinched the pink nipples. "Maybe we can have the implants and rings installed at the same time?" he asked.

Then he turned to the real prize as Jason bared her to the waist. Angel, whose real name was once Melissa, had waist length white blonde hair that almost glowed. Fingering a tress, Boris said, "This looks just as I imagine angel's wings might look."

Jason laughed, "You're going to call her Angel then?"

"I can't wait to get this one ringed and marked. She will be my prize breeding mare and command huge stud fees." Boris replied as he reached out to stroke one bare nipple.

Angel sighed with the contact but didn't awaken. She had been leaving the school library where she was once a freshman in college hoping to be a teacher when Boris and Jason pulled up along side her. Quickly on the nearly deserted street, Jason opened the door pulling Melissa (Angel) inside. Boris sped away knowing that no one would search for this one. He had left a note at her apartment with enough cash to pay her rent for the next two months. The note assured her landlady that her boyfriend asked Melissa to travel with him and his band for the next two months, and by then, no one would even remember exactly what Melissa had looked like.

Just minutes after the plane landed, the two girls were stripped of their remaining clothes, carried still unconscious off the plane and strapped to gurneys. Boris and the groom, Jason, followed right behind.

"Wait until you see these two," called Boris as the group pushed through the door of the vet's office.

"Wow, this one is a real beauty," Adam said as he walked up to Angel's gurney and began stroking the naked teenager. "Where do you want me to start?"

"The usual for Angel. (The usual included altering the voice box so that the mare could make only horse like sounds, removing the toenails so that the hoof boots could become permanent, piercing both nipples, the clit, the septum, and stretching the anus.) Need breast implants for Sparrow to make her a C cup, and put six rings in her labia, because I want to lace that closed. They run faster if they are kept just a bit frustrated."

The doctor got to work on both girls. Then the barber shaved their pubic hair and created a mane by shaving the hair on their heads to a three inch strip that was shorter in the front and lengthened in the back. The new mares would remain sedated for a few days to allow them to heal.

Boris watched the two struggle to awaken. Each lay strapped to a t-bar; legs spread and secured, arms bound behind back and neck in a posture collar strapped to the bar. They were in perfect position for breeding or just a very thorough inspection.

"Ladies, your lives have changed and now your only concern is obeying and pleasing your groom." Slowly Boris reached out to stroke the naked breast of each filly. Each of the two new ponygirls struggled, pulling on their bonds and squeezing their legs together. Of course neither would really have a chance to control this inspection or move much.

"There's no need for modesty or privacy anymore. You are each mine to do with what I wish. Also there will be no escape from this place as it is my private island and punishments for disobedience will be swift and painful." With those words, Boris picked up a long handled bath brush. He would give each mare a taste of discipline to come.

Slowly, Boris drew back and swung the brush against Angel's sit spot. The mare screamed and he took one more swing leaving a second mark on the other buttock. Then he stepped behind Angel to test her reaction. His fingers stroked her butt rubbing her anus and working his way to her feminine opening. To his surprise this mare was wet! Very wet. He laughed.

"Jessica attend to our little Angel while I heat the irons." Immediately, Jessica knelt between Angel's legs and began licking the sensitive nub, slowly drawing it into her mouth to suckle. Angel squirmed and tried to pull away, but Jessica sucked harder until the new pony began to pick up her rhythm. With a little nip, Jessica quickly drew a climax from Angel, who screamed a high pitched whinny as she came.

As the last spasm of her orgasm ended, Boris drew the branding iron from the fire and aimed it at Angel's right buttock. Slowly he pressed the "B inside a five point star" brand into her flesh, causing another inhuman scream from Angel.

Patting her unmarked buttock, he comforted her, saying, "Almost done my beauty." With that, he presses the second brand a "small b at the edge of the star" near the top of her buttock. Angel slumped in her bounds, momentarily unconscious.

Turning to Jessica, Boris signaled that the mare be awakened and taken to her stall. Training would begin tomorrow. With luck, Boris would be soliciting a stallion to cover her by the end of the month.