What individual has not had a fantasy of some kind in their life, fantasies that can become dreams which sometimes drives and motivates those individuals’ actions? What however is being explored is the intersection of fantasies, dreams and motivations and how one individual sought one of those fantasies.

Frank Rogers to look at him at fifty-nine except for a trimmer than usual without a noticeable gut for a white North American male his age was your average older middle aged man. There was nothing truly remarkable about a life which he made it through his education all the way to advanced technical training to become a glorified repairman, with the overblown job Title of Field Project Engineer one of thousands employed by a ten billion a year plus corporation who traveled all over the world to repair broken equipment.

A life which he left behind a first ten year marriage in divorce, when he was traded in for a stay at home three year newer model by the name of Steve. There was the second mail order wife of over twenty years who he obtained, more to say rescued from modern slavery, now called human trafficking because of his travels, that randomly brought him into contact with the middle retail level (nude dancer and sex bars, the traveling gentlemen’s entertainment’ clubs) of the human trafficking trade. Which for the last four years he was in a mutual agreed separation when that post menopausal second mail order wife unilaterally informed Frank she was retired from sex at age fifty-five, having no interest or libido. She with a financial allowance and his approval returned to help care of her family in the old country, which effectively ended his having sex with a voluntary partner now having to resort to fantasy and masturbation for his sexual release. He was not a man who could appreciate only the one time, one stop use of with prostitutes. Frank Rogers’s sexual libido is fixed set to enjoy relations with a permanent partner.

It was around this same period in this unremarkable life he had an on the job medical emergency leading to a forced early retirement, for the Global Corporation HR policy was that of the disposable worker, if the Corporation could not work the employee to death, then other means were used to dispose of that worker. In that forced retirement Frank revisited many of his former travel locations that still had contact with the human trafficking. It was from those locations and the super information highway which is the internet, Frank’s fantasies took form in a dream that motivated him to fill his newly awarded retirement time.

After traveling the globe in search of that fantasy it was no surprise to Frank that he found himself right back in the good old USA. Frank Rogers once again on horseback, riding for the first time since he was a regular student learning in this modern age of horseless transportation in the sparsely attended college class that still offered to teach and practice that skill. Now in his middle age at the Silver Saddle Hills Riding Club, in the American southwest from the almost non-existent leads he developed depending on your moral compass at the famous or infamous yearly in Europe German Festival Boundcon.

So for the last six weeks two days a week he would stop at the front gate manned by a fellow member of the retired class who was much older, had less hair, and a gut whose sole security check was to sign him and the vehicle he drove in and out of the Riding Club.

He was on horseback, having picked and struck with a delicate smaller not more than seven hands high at both her shoulders, with almost pale blue gray coat told she was a two year old Arabian filly with a gentle nature named Springtime which he soon personally favored. The mount that only needed a very light touch with the reins and bit control, once he parked his vehicle in the main parking lot. Entered the main club building to use an assigned locker in the locker room to change into the prepared freshly laundered riding sweats and polished cleaned high heel riding ankle boots, then out to the paddock out back for tied to the hitching post was his favored delicate Arabian filly waiting to be mounted. The stable staff wished there were more guests like Mr. Rogers who always called in advance to schedule his time, the filly agreed with the staff, for once she recognized his smell this mount would snort and happily paw the ground with her fore hooves in expectation of the coming treat. Frank learned long ago riding in that college class to reward his temporary rental mounts good behavior before and after a ride with sometimes carrots or apple slices, even a rare piece of sweet sugar candy.

Once after checking the harness bit and saddle adjustments for the proper tightness Frank mounted Springtime to roam the entire riding club grounds it was during this time he noticed a few members who did not park or used the main club building but would continue to drive up what appeared to be a hard to find if you did not know where to look. A narrow service road out of the paddock stabling area to another gate with a security card swipe reader.

This area was Frank was able to map out with his roaming exploring of the grounds, was a fenced off and enclosed area equaling half of the Silver Saddle Hills Club acreage. On that fence at intervals was posted notices Warning Ecological Protected Zone. The animals within are held for their protection, access to humans limited, allowed authorized individual guests permitted entry only.

That wording was not in the standard bureaucratic speak used by the Federal or State EPA’s for the protection of native animal or the environment.

That plus from time to time saw from a distance other club members and their family members of all ages pass those second gates after swiping a card. Those others checking he later found out were Doctors, engineers, businessmen, and other respectable professional career types. Given Frank was following a lead, so this off limits zone was of no surprise to him, given the fantasy he was seeking.

Today’s riding visit will be very different from last week’s last ride around to the far back side of that internal fence. Where today Frank saw that which he came here to confirm and verify.

What he saw from a clearing break in the concealing tree line outside that internal off limits zone fence was that she was running while tacked in a dark corset that further emphasized the excellent hour glass figure. There was more, for he saw her in a full tack harness that bared her breasts and ass. Her front crotch zone had a black strap and reached around to bisect her butt cheeks with a plug with a tail attached that matched her head hair. What bothered Frank was not that the woman was harnessed to what he knew was a pacer’s sulky, it was that she was being cruelly whipped while driven by a clearly overweight man in a jump suit with riding boots in that sulky. The poor girl Frank was close enough to see the reason why she could not scream or make a sound at being so painfully whipped because it appeared she had her mouth completely plugged, instead of the expected control bit. Yes that plug did have a control ring on both side of her lower face by which she could be turned in the direction the driver in the sulky wished.

Frank slowly turns the delicate filly he is mounted to ride back to around toward the main building. Minutes later he faintly hears a vehicle approach from inside the fence near the break in the tree line where he was outside looking into that off limits zone fence. Frank as the filly plods along head down seemly sad that this rider is heading her back, he questions himself out loud, “WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?”

Chasing after my fantasy of ponygirls, having no real weapons or skill while this place is likely operated by people who are of wealth, influence and power, something none of which I have. Frank is being honest with himself he knows that wealth, power, influence is required to corrupt the local authorities, at least enough that they will turn a blind eye to a human livestock, ponygirl establishment of this size. Frank realizes just how normal person he is, but deep down in his soul, he has to risk finding out, was this one of those evil riding clubs that practice enslavement of those who are only offered the Hobson’s choice between a life serving as livestock or the liberation of death. Or can this club be one of the unbelievably rare one’s that is only ugly that the livestock, the human ponies are all volunteers?

Just as he wonders how he can safely get a good look inside that fence, to find the answer to his pony question, his “sloppy luck” unlooked for aids him. The approaching vehicle noise now appears to be following the interior of the fence parallel of his route, then after a time the vehicle noise does move away from him. He without incident returned to the Main Riding Club paddock, but noted the more than normal number of times the staff he encounter which did the half dozen did seem to number more than the usual two tops asked the same question “How was your ride Mr. Rogers? With the sometimes added “Frank enjoy what you saw?” Frank Rogers made no answer every time other than to shake his head with a shrug of his shoulders and loudly sigh.

Frank Rogers during the next week before his next ride date made arrangements for a long absence at the residence he was staying and leaving messages just in case someone would report he was reported missing, before the extended time limit he had set. As he decided he just had to risk confirming openly by riding into that forbidden zone and directly see what was been done behind that fenced off zone at Silver Saddle Hills Club. Know once and for all if it was just an ugly voluntary club, or criminally evil. It was that morning a little earlier than his usual riding start time that he called in advance to schedule for his favorite gentle on the small side Arabian filly.

Today being the eighth week in a row on horseback, the staffer for the first time sent him off with a comment, “Mr. Rogers please enjoy your experience.” Frank looked about closely as he rode and did nothing that seemed for him out of the ordinary. Only when in route to that inside gate, he had to restrain Springtime when the filly heads up sought to pick up the pace, as Frank imagined if Springtime the filly knew where Frank wanted to go. As he had Springtime in check to slowly ride up to that inner off limits zone security gate a vehicle and two uniformed jump suited staff women in riding boots awaited Frank, who he recognized as the staff members that questioned him as the end of his last ride. One of them spoke to a bullhorn on which Frank heard her say, welcome Mr. Rogers our Director of Livestock wishes to see you personally, but first there has been a very special courtesy guest tour arranged for you, if you now please follow us.

He is now close enough to overhear the other female guard say, a little old don’t you think, but he does seem very trim, without a noticeable gut, rare at his age but a good sign of his physical condition.

Frank on his filly now at a trot followed the vehicle with the two staff women through the trees which this narrow graded road cut through. He found himself after a twenty minute trot on Springtime, who had worked up a sheen of sweat in her trot, in front of a low one story building with a wide porch. There were other low one story buildings of varying shapes and sizes about on this inner compound. As he dismounted a third long dark hair in a ponytail with dark eyes uniformed female staffer likely a groom a jump suit took the reins of the filly from Frank. As Frank with an open palm up feed the filly her reward, that staffer informed him I will see to her cool off and rub down. I now see why even uninvited you are being given the special treatment by our Director of Livestock. The uniformed staffer then led Springtime toward what appeared to be a stable, around back the other fact Frank observed that so far all the staff were women in their mid thirties to forties.

Before that staff member led Springtime away, she with a strange light in those dark eyes, and an odd tone to her voice said, you really do spoil her. Because of that I am very sure Springtime will be glad to get closer to you in the future as a regular companion as you surely will mount and ride her again. At that time the staff woman, started to ask Frank please remember me and but before she could finish. Her comment was interrupted by a balding butler right out of Masterpiece Theater who appeared on the porch holding the door open saying sir in twenty minutes your special guest tour filly will be ready, Frank thinking that must be the turnaround time for his filly Springtime. The butler continued to say at this time please accompany me and allow me to belief you on the rules you are required to obey of this special arranged courtesy tour.

Frank stepping inside the building found an ornate wood paneled entry room and the butler informed him that since you have already changed into acceptable riding wear we can leave the locker room tour for your next when you can again be the driver if the Director of Livestock allows.

Now Frank was rendered speechless when the butler summarized the rules he is to obey, when completed the butler bowed and waives a hand to a side door off the entry lobby and states you are fortunate to have the young filly which we are sure you already know named Springtime available, she is hitched in Stall five on the right. Please use the checklist and instructions for attachment to the riding sulky.

Frank Rogers for a few years now has had a fantasy about the exotic sexual human behavior known as Pony Girls. That range of behavior he first encountered when rescuing the now sexually retired mail order wife, frankly he admitted to himself what if instead he had found a pony girl to rescue. Now in reality he has found one of the rare hidden centers where this human livestock behavior is practiced. Again his question is this culture club truly voluntary ugly or criminal evil. He opens the side door and makes his way down a long corridor a wooden walkway with open harnessing stalls like he has seen at the post parade of race horses at the track. As he counts off in his mind the empty numbered stalls at stall number five Frank sees it occupied, being told the filly’s name was Springtime he expected to see the same delicate Arabian filly he had earlier ridden in on, for surely the club would not give him an uninvited guest access to a real human pony girl.

Walking into stall number five Frank was surprised he again sees the same girl from a week ago, harnessed in the same exact manner. There is a clip board as the butler instructed hanging in the stall on that clip board is the checklist of how the mare has been readied for his use. That if there are any changes or comments he is to note them on this clip board and have the attendant/groom make the corrections before leaving on the surrounding open driving trails. The butler during the briefing added Sir I look forward to serving you; your habit of making courtesy calls beforehand were noted, in the other case please enjoy your experience.

She again was wearing a dark corset, Frank thinking to follow the old adage “when in Roma do as the Romans do,” to see were this arranged special tour ended. Made a notation that in the future he preferred the filly, pony without a corset. The mare seeing him making notes on the clip board openly peeked over his shoulder at what he was writing. Reading no corset she snorted loudly through the nose as if to agree.

Frank did not see her inner thoughts about how the tight corset restricts being able to take deep breaths. The result during exercise or heavy driving induces being light headed and dizzy. Frank in response to that nose snort reached out to gently caress her ass, noting the black crotch strap that bisected it, but also to note today that instead of a tail plug with tail the filly now had an anus tube ring which the clip board comments stated had been worked open to a five cm diameter to allow sodomy for the special guest tour today. Frank wrote clearly no anus ring required in the future, a tail is preferred and if there was an option on a pony permanently assigned he would opt to have at least a grafted tail stump to which a fall made from the pony’s head hair can be worn for a permanent tail. Again the filly snorts and shakes her head wondering in her mind the request, add a tail to her, how?

Frank next shifted his inspection to the mare’s labial marjoram, the crotch strap held, penetrating the vulvas opening per the written spec’s a eight cm long, four cm diameter dildo, he all saw the mare’s pubic area was hairless, delicately pink: according to the checklist she had been given a short flogging.

Notes on the clip board explaining this practice made a mare’s pussy warmer, softer and more receptive. But the rule of this day had that part of her harness locked. Frank again had notes to make, in the future no flogging or dildo required. The mare’s eyes if Frank had watched opened just a little wide while she closely looked at him, thinking how good of this guest to think about the removal of the frustration of being aroused without the release of climax.

He checked her boots, no more to say hooves which were chunky and utilitarian, not made for speed or comfort. The note on that suggested that a light weight Ascot available on the net would be a better choice. He could tell that such a boot also required time to adapt to and wear. "Springtime” was her official pony name, the one that she had been living as a pony for now two years at the club and soon be ready to become a full mare, once her vaginal virginity is remedied. The comments on her training stated once she adjusted to being a pony, in spite of a very troubled start was now impeccable, as the club drill records showed, and her track times had been slowly creeping down but not yet acceptable.

Last Frank inspected the headgear, checking that it was tight but to his way of thinking not too tight about the head, he did barely as allowed loosen the forehead strap one notch because of the red mark indention, the same with the wide neck collar that appeared about to choke her.

The pony started to restlessly prance on her hooves in happiness for this was the first time a driver showed such concerns for harness and her condition. This he further proved by summoning a groom to remove the corset.

As he noted what changes allowed he made per the rules questions both in writing and verbally asked the groom who did not answer, why Ponygirls were always kept plugged gagged around guests: when oral sex was wanted, the rider would specify it in the pre-visit requests and the preparation staff would make sure that a ring gag was used instead.

This pony however had the standard deep dildo gag sealing her mouth, forcing her to breathe through her nose. Frank just after writing the comment about the ring gag for oral use, I enjoy that as much as the next man, but to have nothing other than a dildo gag option sealing the mouth how about just a removable bit? Plus I do want to question the pony, at least to obtain consent.

The female attendant groom just chuckled at that comment, muttering asking a pony for consent ha-ha.

Back in the lobby the butler was monitoring the uninvited guest in Stall number five on a video pickup. He was making time allowances for the guest and was pleased to see after the groom left the filly back her ass and start to grind her hips against his crotch as she was trained to do with all of her new drivers. The Butler was pleased he had guessed right to allow this driver approved by the Director of Livestock who directed him to report immediately if used the anal sex fucking option. Back in stall number five Springtime after reading his notes, removal of that damned corset, has decided that she wants to be his favorite assigned, if not purchase pony and what better way to gain favor than to pleasure him immediately with the available open sex port she has to offer the other sexual acts which they can jointly fully enjoy she hopes will come later.

Frank has been without a regular sexual partner for some time now, Frank backed up against the stall wall the pony’s firm toned ass grinding at his crotch has the male boner reaction, the filly continues to grind her hips and now snorts through her nose what she clearly wants him to do. Frank Rogers has not had a so willing sex partner for some time now, could not help giving in to the needs of his body, thinking fully with his lower blood engorged head, reaches with both hand to drop his sweatpants down to free his erecting penis, which the mare without pause slides into the anus tube ring. Frank Rogers who has not enjoyed any physical sex with a partner for a long time period, his lower head leading selfishly gives in to his body’s libido demands.

The act was done sooner than they both expected, the filly did not as she had been trained did not allow a drop of his juice to remain in his shaft by using her rectum muscles as much as the tube ring allowed to give him a tight private hug, think now much better I can do that rectal hug without the ring..

Frank finding a dispenser of disposable wipes in the stall uses them not on himself first, but on her buttocks to clean the both of them. Followed by giving her a pat on the head telling her that’s a good pony. Which was praise rarely given to a pony, for sex was a required pony duty which made the ponygirl Springtime more committed than never to get this new guest to keep her as his favored hopeful soon to be mare.

Frank boarded the sulky and only using the whip with a gentle touch to Springtime’s flanks and the lightest rein handling she ever had while on this facility. After dropping off the clip board to the dark haired groom staffer Frank started his inspection drive of the underground pony girl Club inside the fence at Silver Saddle Hills Riding Club.

What Frank saw was routine to Springtime, he saw other guests not being soft or showing too much empathy towards the livestock, which he saw for the first time a rare ponyboy or two. Think I can see why they are ponies they are hung like a stallion, looks like I do not make the grade or that requirement

He drove on, through the smooth driving paths through the surrounding woods of this off limits zone. A zone from his early exploration knew that this belt of trees ran around the whole of this hidden area of the club.

Frank next saw acts which he considered outright sexual oppression, and there was also unnecessary violence being committed on the livestock, not liking what he was seeing so far on what must be a sadist paradise. For the first time especially with seeing the other non-ringed gag for oral sex ponies, appeared to be probably sucking on some rubber dildo sealing their mouths. All their cheeks were bulging slightly and throats appeared to be swallowing. From the information he read on the ponygirl sites and personal blogs it was not unusual for a pony to be subject to having to adjust to having a deep throat dildo gag training to give deep throat without problem on demand.

One bit of luck he noticed for the livestock at Silver Saddle Hill was the use of only bondage, and not amputated limbs. The ponies he saw both male and female had their upper forelimbs tied, pined behind the back with straps or covering arm gloves. There were a few with what was called the reverse prayer extreme pose.

Hands held in prayer, fingers pointing upward thumbs at the back of the head, limbs stretched into that position. So he could at least discount Silver Saddle Hills as not being outright totally evil. The minimum treatment was to see many if all ponies having their breasts being massaged. The look those ponies had on their faces while being breast massaged convinced Frank that the pony did at least enjoy this activity. However it seemed to Frank more often than not the ponies whatever sexual practice being performed, was on them and not with them because most had a vacant look far away in their eyes, unlike the look this pony ass wiggling between his raised legs, feet on the foot rests almost again at his crotch in front of him, earlier having that sex for her eyes were not vacant.

The worst a case of vacant pony eyes was when he spotted a driver that wanted to get "a reaction, any reaction" out of the pony girl in the vacant stare. Frank was about to intervene when another rare senior male staffer stopped the assault when she was cut and started bleeding. Frank learned why this violent assault occurred when overhearing the senior male staffer tell that newbie, “kid once a pony withdraws into her head space the theory is they can and will block out all outside stimulation.” That is why the ponies can endure being animals, the will to survive forces most to choose to continue living as livestock, instead of going insane or seeking death, once they lose hope of ever being human again.

Passing close looking into that flogged pony’s eyes Frank saw more than vacancy, he saw a pair of dead lifeless eyes, hopelessly staring into empty void.