An animal shelter storefront that used to advertise “Free Puppy Kisses” now advertised “Go Green…adopt a Pony Girl!” Curious I pushed the door marked S.P.D.A. open and entered.

“Welcome to the “Society for People Domesticated as Animals” a cheerful voice belonging to a perky young lady greeted me as the door closed behind me with an ominous thud. I didn’t have a return greeting, my mouth was stuck open in shock….her left hand held the leash for a man severely shackled down on all fours wearing a rubber dog suit….her right hand held the reins of a Pony Girl.

“Better close your mouth…somebody might stick a bit in it” She laughed. “I’m Kate.” “Care to see how it’s done? We are biting a new pony in the back, right now.” I shut my mouth, nodded yes and followed her thru a door.

My attention was drawn to a wild eyed girl about Kate’s age was securely fastened between two posts with heavy leather straps. I went over to get a closer look, her mouth was covered with duct tape and she was fighting for breath in her struggles.

‘Ahem!” Kate was now standing next to me. “For your own safety and the safety of our pets, please don’t wander off. Now, all this will make more sense if I show you Paula first.” Paula immediately trotted over. “You will notice that Paula’s pony gear is like a party costume compared to the new girl. Paula is serving a short sentence for reckless driving, after she pays her dept to society she will be released.

Paula’s arms were strapped behind her, wrists to wrist, elbow to elbow, in a tight rubber sleeve. She wore an outfit that looked like a cross between a harness and a rubber bathing suit. Even her tail was rubber. On her feet were boots with rubber hoofs. “Look closely at Paula’s bit and bridle.” I noticed they were also made of rubber. Not too bad, she looked like she was adapting well to her situation. Somehow I didn’t think the new girl was getting off as easily as Paula. “Off you go Paula….only 700 days left to go.” As Paula trotted away, Kate now turned to the soon to be pony girl. “Moonlite’s a lifer. See the difference.”

I couldn’t miss it. Moonlite was clad neck to toe in heavy harness leather and stainless steel. Her clothing, if it could be called clothing, was a steel chastity belt with matching steel cups for a bra, as naked as a girl could be and still be protected. Moonlite wore hoof boots of heavy leather that attached to the chastity belt with chains at her upper thighs and ended with what looked like real horse hoofs, complete with iron shoes.

Her hands or I should say fore hoofs were locked together in manacles and fastened to her steel collared throat by a metal rod. They too looked real and also ended in iron horse shoes. Kate explained. “Moonlite’s hoofs are in front so she can be locked down on all fours. Some owners like to saddle their pony’s, although pulling a cart is a far more practical means of transportation.

“Watch those hoofs!” Moonlite had tired to strike out at me. “Moonlite’s a killer, after today, nothing worse can be done to her and she knows it. I wish employees were allowed to adopt the pets, this one I would love to train myself.” I would like to say that the expression on Kate’s face frightened me, but instead it turned me on…

Kate perked up again. “Bridle time!” The bridle was made of stainless steel bands. To no avail Moonlite tossed her head around in an attempt to keep it from being slid over her head and locked into place. “Biting time! Isn’t this absolutely the most wicked thing you ever saw?” Kate ripped the duct tape out of Moonlite’s mouth, punched her in the stomach and immediately pushed the bit into the surprised Pony Girls open mouth. It clicked into place with the halter. ‘Neat trick” was all I could say.

Kate attached a pair of chain reigns to the bits rings. “Now, she will do anything we want her too.” Anything, I replied. “Yes, anything, once she learns who’s in control.” Kate pulled one reign up and to the side. Moonlite immediately opened her mouth with a gagging, gasping scream. “No vocal cord, her tongue is trapped between two spiked spoons. Any movement of the bit presses the spikes deeper. The bits shaft passes through a hollow six sided bar that rests on her gums where her molars used to be. We only pulled them this morning. The bars edges are also sharp. Any attempt to stop the spoons from controlling her tongue by biting down on the shaft will only hurt her more. Check this out.”

Kate reached behind Moonlite, grabbed the long, bushy pony tail that appeared to be growing out of her spine and gave it a hard yank. Moonlite screamed. “Real horse hair, surgically attached. We can’t make it so she can swing it back and forth but we can make sure it hurts when it bounces. Stand Back! I’m going to release her from the hitching rack.”

Released from the rack the new pony girl tried to bolt, only to trip over her hobbled ankles. Kate gave the reins a hard yank resulting in the most hideous scream I ever heard come form a human throat. Within minutes, using only the bit and reins, Kate had the Pony Girl cowering at her feet trying in vain to keep the bit from moving within her mouth to the swing of the reins, a head movement that I have seen real horses do.

Kate turned to me. “Now, what brings you to the S.P.D.A.? Care to adopt her? As you just saw, quick to learn, easy to care for, everything’s locked into place, without finger or toe nails, she can go for years without having any of it removed. Within days she can be pulling your cart to the clopping of her hoofs against the pavement.”

I lowered my head….”I want to be a pony…not like Paula…like Moonlite…who do I have to kill?”