You'll Like It Here
By Sogo.
With 3D art and animation by bvknotty (requires divx player).
- Do not use without the author's and the artist's permission.

Relax.

I know you're upset. Everyone is, at first. I know, it's quite a shock to wake up and find yourself in your condition, all harnessed and bridled and living in a horse stall like this. Your three friends were pretty upset, too. But they've all calmed down. We can give you a Valium if that'll help.

You were going to some Mexican resort town for Spring Break, weren't you? To get drunk and expose your bodies and engage in other types of debauchery, weren't you? Is that any way for young women to act? It's ridiculous. Ever since women started exercising their freedom back in the sixties, they've taken things too far. Which was why we started this motel and farm.

The road signs made it look pretty enticing, didn't they? Good. They've been working very well for the past few decades. "Nice comfy rooms at an affordable price." You wouldn't believe how many young women go missing and are never found again. But the ones who stay here are doing fine, I can assure you. We take good care of our girls here, especially fine young fillies like yourself.


Oh, you're not going to start crying again, are you? Is it the fact that you're wearing nothing but my brand, freshly burned upon your flank? No, not after seeing the tiny little underthings you brought with you. Is it the harness, bridle, and nipple rings? Come on, I know better than that. You girls nowadays wear ridiculous excuses for shoes and tight leather corsets and whatnot, not to mention the piercings and tattoos, so it's not that. Or maybe it's your shaved head and ponytail butt plug fashioned from your own hair? If that's the case, I wish you could have seen the punk rock girls we roped in during the eighties. Your luxurious tail and lack of a mane is tame by comparison. Or maybe it's the fact that you are now a prisoner? Hah! You think you're entitled to freedom, when actually it is something that very few people enjoy, and even then it is just an illusion. That's right-- just an illusion. You'll understand eventually. Freedom is just a state of mind. This came as quite a shock to the hippie girls we first rounded up, but now even the single professionals that we corralled during the nineties understand that.

Don't worry, we're not going to hurt or abuse you. Oh, sure, you'll work hard, but you'll be well-fed and cared for. Three healthy meals a day plus water breaks every hour, not to mention a good night's sleep on an air mattress like this one here. After all, like I said before, we take good care of our fillies. Granted, it won't be intellectually stimulating like your college courses, but a party girl like yourself is not the brainy type, are you? Of course, discipline is a mentally challenging pursuit in its own right, isn't it? So, in a sense, your brain will get a lot of stimulation here.

C'mon, lift that chin up-- there's nothing to get depressed about. I'm sure there'll be lots of things you'll like here. I can see from your tan and your bathing suits you like being out in the sun. That's good, because you'll be out in the fields and corrals a lot.

I hope you're not the talkative type, though, because speech is forbidden here. Only whinnies and other horse sounds are allowed. You seem like a nice girl, and I wouldn't want to have to use the voice-activated shock collar on such a cute thing as yourself. It's very effective, I can assure you.

At least you have an athletic body. Some of the ones we get need to be whipped into shape-- so to speak. Your legs are so muscu--

HEY! STOP THAT! Do NOT fight me AGAIN or you will be PUNISHED! You're going to have to get used to our hands on your body, you got that? Who do you think washed and dressed you? Huh? It's something you are going to have to deal with every day. It's not like we're molesting you or anything, not like those horny obnoxious frat boys who were going to take advantage of you while you and your friends ran around in those itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny bikinis getting so drunk that you pass out and have no idea who did what to you. Don't shake your head like that; you know I'm right. We're not going to take advantage of you here. We're professionals, and we take pride in what we do. Our ponygirls are the best in the world, I can assure you, partly because we treat them with love and respect. Even PETA would approve of us.

There, that's better. Here, how about a sugar cube? Go ahead, there's nothing wrong with it. That's a good girl. I know you can't chew it with that big rubber bit in your mouth, but you can just let it sit on your tongue and let it's sweetness melt in your mouth. Yummy, huh? You like sugar, don't you? And chocolate? That's good. Good behavior is rewarded with sugar and chocolate, and a well-behaved ponygirl gets plenty of rewards.

Feeling better? Good. Now I'm just going to clip these reins to your bit, unfetter you and take you outside. Your friends are already there, enjoying the fresh air and working up a sweat. Ready? Okay, let's go, girl. Yeah, those pony boots and ankle hobbles will take a little getting used to, but it's really not that much different than wearing high heels and a tight skirt, is it? You seem like a quick learner, and I think you'll adjust to your routine in no time. Before long, you'll think of this as your new home and fit right in, especially when you meet some of the mares who've been here a while. They're good role models for the newcomers, and I'm sure you'll make lots of new friends during your long hours of work together.

Trust me-- you'll like it here.