Part Two “Beginning Training”

Sub story: Preparations 

Robert Wilson, walks out the front entrance of the County Prison Hospital Building into a media horde, encamped outside. As they mob the principle for this story’s news cycle, Robert spots a bank of microphones that were setup and used for press conferences by the bureaucrats he just left in the hall and steps over to them. When the media horde seeing Robert appearing to make himself available for a press conference, the media horde self regulates themselves, becoming quite and arranging themselves to the front of the microphone bank by the pecking order only they know and understand. Robert looking over the now quite media mob starts to address them. 

To the south on Ponygirl Training Factory Farm, Perlita Wilson, now ponygirl in training renamed Pony Coffee after her pale coffee brown complexion on waking up still mentally exhausted after sleeping with her eyes taped open for the last four days. Eyes that were taped open after her pony operation, an operation that has muted her voice and mutilated her with rings through the base of her nipples, through her nose and one inserted at the base of her clitoris just showing from the hood of her labial lips. Eyes taped open so there was no way for her not to see, the images of ponygirls, her future. 

Mr. Vet is examining her, checking her and her two stall mates' condition for further training. Outside the stall they can hear Trainer George muttering impatiently, damn-it Mr. Vet they are ready for my hard training, hurry up so I can get to my job, we need to accelerate this livestock to be ready for the next auction. Perlita and the two stall mates remember what this trainer did to them right after the operation. How he enjoyed causing them pain, when he enjoyed tugging their fresh piercings, took pleasure in the humiliation of their physical violation. They now only expect more pain and humiliation from this ugly monster. Little did they know what they were about to endure, that if they were to be given any time to think, be left alone unwatched. Individually the three of them would find a way to die, to kill themselves. However, this Pony Training Factory Farm program has been perfected, will not allow them time to think, they will be watched, and simply Pony Coffee and her stable mates will not be given any options. Once they were brought to the Farm, unless there is an outside intervention, they have no choice, they are doomed to become ponygirls. The Muting operation was the first step of Stage One of the three which will transform them physically, sexually and finally mentally with the destruction of their humanity into ponygirl livestock. 

Back at the press conference; Yes, Robert is answering, statistically husbands have been the number #1 cause and that is why I will always be a person of interest until the question why my wife vanished is answered. He then asks, Next Question? 

No, because of the ongoing investigation I cannot speak about details at this time, I can only say there is an overload of misinformation, simply crap! Yes, I said CRAP, floating around about this case. The simple public facts are My Philippina wife of plus twenty years, who could be mistaken for a Latina, boarded a northbound train in San Diego and was not on the train when it arrived at the station where I was to pick her up. I saw her purse, her backpack and luggage, left behind on the train, those items are now also I believe are now lost. During events, actions taken by those involved resulted in my having an induced heart attack and lost consciousness. Yesterday I regained consciousness and was questioned. Today learning that I am not under arrest or charged with my wife’s disappearance I’m going home to take care of things and ready myself for searching for my missing Perlita. A search that is now handicapped, because statistically the 96 hour time limit for a missing person returning safe and sound has now passed over 24 hours ago. Due to that fact, that all efforts have been wrongly directed at myself, there has been no other investigative effort made. Therefore it appears that task to find my Perlita is now mine, I now pray that she will be found alive. For this is all the hope I have left for my treasured wife of plus twenty years. Thank you that is all I have to say, Robert then walked away from the microphones and into a taxi to take him home. 

To the south again - Mr. Vet, permanent staff of the Ponygirl Training Factory Farm, having now completed his checkup’s, called Trainer George into the stall and said ok they are cleared for training.  

Trainer George replies about time! The Trainer attaches a lead to each of the girls ball bit in the stall and one by one leads them to one of the four tie down rings in the four corners of the stall. So, that three of the four corners of the stall have a ponygirl half bent over their butts level with their heads. They are scared because some of the images they viewed for the last four days showed that this position was used to whip a pony girl’s butt red and painfully raw.  

Instead, each of them one by one felt the Trainer probe their butt until he found their anus, that’s when they felt something being inserted, painfully stretching their anus. Just when it felt like he was going to tear their butt open, their anus contracted and sealed around a grooved recess of the probe. Trainer George when he allowed them to straighten up, able to look at each other. The three stable mates saw each of them now sporting a pony like tail from their butts, which barely reached below the spreader bar between their knees.  

Trainer George told them, ponies have tails so get used to having your butts plugged nearly 7/24 your body function there is now to be totally controlled. This is part of you ponies learning you are not human any more, you are livestock that need to be stable broken. You have your tails, now to fit you with your training hooves. Perlita and her stable mates watched as the Trainer fitted each of their bare feet with a shoe, which looked like a pony’s hoof and came almost up the legs to the knee. Each of them soon learned in these shoes they were forced to stand only on the flats of their toes. Their heel and arches were suspended, forced supported high in an extreme high heel pose. A stance which they found hard to remain balanced, falling down as they tried to walk. 

The trainer then placed one more item of tack on them; it was a wide leather collar with bare metal band on the inside against their neck with a single lead ring on the outside front and a small square box outside on the back of their necks. George the Trainer transferred the lead to the ring on the collar and now starts to lead the ponygirls out of the stall. Perlita falls, at which George with an evil chuckle says time for you Pony Coffee to, learn about your collar. If you fall, fail to obey, follow my orders too slowly this is what will happen, oh yes not just you Coffee, all of you. He reveals holding in his left hand a switch which he presses, all three of them are shocked painfully by an electric shock, from their necks and butts.  

Perlita and the other girls are down on the ground thrashing in pain, choking. He releases the switch, their thrashing stops, he orders them up, up on your hooves, showing them the switch. As fast, painful as it is they get to their hooves-feet quickly, as they look at each other the three share a look showing understanding that it is not only one alone, but the three together must endure. Trainer George as much as he wants to have them fall and enjoy shocking them, they are so cute the women bitches when they thrash around like that, but I have a training schedule to keep. He has taken them outside to the automatic walker, which will walk them for the rest of the day to train them to balance and not to fall. 

Later in the day, Trainer George becomes bored when the three appear to be starting to master walking slowly in their hooves. His gives his last orders for this day. You are to learn balance walking on your hooves, get it into your brains, you are now ponygirls andomorrow you start to learn how to properly trot, canter and gallop as ponies. Only humans walk, jog and run, remember you are no longer human you are livestock! He then walks away leaving them attached alone being auto walked slowly and all being shocked when one falls. 

They quickly master walking in the hooves, motivated by the painful electric shocks. The intervals between falling, being shocked increases until Pony Coffee and her two stable mates are able to walk on their hooves the final four hours without interruption, when one of the farm’s junior grooms comes to take them in to be fed and watered just after dusk. 

The taxi pulls in front of Robert Wilson’s residence that was shared not only with Perlita, but with their four pet adopted cats. Robert realizes many people would find it strange that with a wife missing, having a heart attack, to be thinking about the welfare of a pet. Most people, who have dealings with Robert, just do not understand him. He is a man with few close friends who deeply respect him; understanding is something not required by Robert of others. In his entire life of 55 years only one person proved that she did truly understand him and Perlita has now vanished. Robert is unknown to be a person who takes relationships and obligations even to his pets seriously.

Robert finds the front door is broken open with police tape covering the entry. He enters his one story residence to find its condition best described as it has been “Ransacked.” He notes that both his laptop and CPU of his desktop computers are gone from the converted front bedroom he uses has an office. He then looks for and finds the business desk number of the local county sheriff station and calls. 

Hello, this is Robert Wilson at number….street….Yes, I am that Robert Wilson. My residence was not broken into, you say, it was searched. Sure does not look that way to me, can you dispatch a photo car to record, what no! You cannot?  You say I can pick up items you took during the search? What! You took my property and now demand a storage, processing and return fee? I have not been arrested or charged for any crime- fine I will be there tomorrow at 10 am please have the damage claim forms ready and my laptop and desktop CPU for pickup I will just add any charges you take from me to my claim. No I do not require anything else from you, for I have learned, law enforcement as a bureaucracy is not interested in law or justice, same to you good night! 

Robert found one good thing, his office cat Suzy Wong, who at 15 is old and fail for a cat. He was glad to find her alive and hungry. It appeared she had enough dry food in her oversized bowl to last up to just yesterday. As for the other three other adopted pet cats, Boots, Peter and Friendly, they were capable of being outside and used their hunting skills supplement their food supply, as the pile of discarded entails on their favorite dumping spot the front door mat proved. But he opened a half a dozen cans of food for them, refilled their dry food dispenser and water dishes. Which they immediately crowded around, after rubbing up against his legs, to show that they were happy to have one of their masters back. Then he turned to un-ransacking their residence. After finding his digital camera, he first recorded the condition of the residence. Then to the cleanup, a task that kept him up into the early morning hours. With still much left to be done, his body required him to rest.

As Robert dropped off to a deep sleep of exhaustion, to the south Perlita-Pony Coffee was being awoken a few hours later, early by a junior groom who had been instructed to ready Pony Coffee for her training that day. Pony Coffee was led to the grooming wash down area, where the groom pulled out her butt plug tail. Perlita’s bowels having been forcefully backed up since the prior morning, emptied, as the groom stepped back expectedly. Pony Coffee found herself being hosed down with cold water.  

Main target of this water stream was to her butt and legs to wash away the running brown stains. After the groom was satisfied the pony was rinsed clean, he next led her to stand in front of a large fan to air dry. While air drying Perlita-Pony Coffee witnessed her stable mates undergoing the same procedure. 

They when dry enough, one-by-one the groom had them bend forward and with a firm quick push had their rinsed tail plugs reinserted before they were returned to their stall. Perlita-Pony Coffee was concerned, for it appears her anus is no longer sore, and has accepted having a tail plug. Her subconscious persona wonders what this means?   

At the stall Trainer George was holding more pony tack in his right arm. Without a word, the ball bit gags where exchanged for the standard blinder, bar bit, and ponygirl head harness, for without vocal cords they are permanently voiceless mutes. The junior groom reappears and places along the front wall right wall of the stall in holders three pans of plain oatmeal and water. Trainer George orders them to eat breakfast, you have 15 minutes. After that you will be in training until the mid-day break. It is clear that from now on they will be eating their meals with a bar bit in their mouths. 

At 15 minutes on the dot, he orders them to stop. The junior groom wipes off their faces and inexperienced bar bitted mouths. They are led to the indoor training building next to the main stable with their shared stall - in there they see other ponygirls in various stages of training.  

Perlita-Pony Coffee is placed and tethered on a treadmill with the spreader bar removed from between her knees. Trainer George tells her this morning you are going to learn how to trot, after this morning you Pony Coffee will trot everywhere, when not being ordered to canter or gallop. Just as a reminder for not making an effort to trot, a shot for you alone, as Perlita-Pony Coffee is shocked again. Trainer George then starts the treadmill moving first at 1.5 miles an hour. Using a riding crop he orders Pony Coffee - raise your knees higher, bring them down forward, keep your knees high! He strikes Pony Coffee repeatedly under the knees to ensure that they are being raised high enough until she is consistently raising her knees high. He then increases the treadmill up to 2.5 miles per hour. Perlita-Pony Coffee adjusts her gait to keep up the pace, still raising her knees high. Then she starts to have her shoulders rock back in forth, to compensate for not having the use of her arms for balance, which are pinned behind her. Trainer George whacks both her shoulders hard, raising long red marks, telling her ponygirls keep their shoulders level while trotting. Pony Coffee keep your knees high, lean into each trot step and keep your shoulders level or I will whack you again! Perlita-Pony Coffee is now just concentrating on getting the ponygirl trotting correctly performed.  

Without knowing it, Perlita-Pony Coffee has taken the next step toward becoming a ponygirl. Perlita-Pony Coffee has learned a hidden ponygirl lesson, it is better to obey, without question to escaping the pain of the crop and electric shock this monster trainer will inflict. At moderate 2.5 miles per hour treadmill trotting rate, Perlita as Pony Coffee has established her rhythm, bringing her knees high, leaning into each trot step and her shoulders are perfectly level. As Trainer George observes, thinks damn too bad we did not get this one when she was younger, even now she displays the potential for a show pony. 

Satisfied, Trainer George turns his attention to Pony Coffee’s stable mates. Those two ponygirls in training had watched and learned from Pony Coffee what this training monster wants from them right now. The three of them are all soon with each in their own rhythm, trotting on training treadmills along at a moderate 2.5 miles per hour, up to the mid-day break which is more for the benefit of the Trainers and Grooms not the ponies. At that time they are given a short 30 minute rest, during which they are watered and allowed a light snack of granola with dried fruit to eat.  

After the break Trainer George decides to test them, muttering how he is going to push and break them down. Hoping they do break and fall, thinking how good it is to be ponygirl trainer, how I can payback these women bitches who rejected me as a young man. After about an hour George increases the treadmill rate to 3 miles per hour. The girls adjust their trotting rhythm to the quickened additional .5 mph rate. Not satisfied that his trainee’s are not showing signs of breakdown after 60 minutes this women hating trainer Monster George is again raises the rate they are now at a quick trot rate of 3.5 miles per hour, the girls again having no choice but to quicken their trotting gait to keep up. All three ponies are wet with their sweat; their bodies are starting to flush with the heat of their physical effort. 

Trainer George directs the junior assisting groom to mist their legs with cold water to keep them cool. Pony Coffee feels the cooling water and, unbidden, the memory of the time when she has very ill and had a high burning fever her husband Robert spent hours without a break rubbing her down with cold cloths breaking her fever. Perlita the human inside her subconscious wonders, is Robert searching for me?  

It is 30 minutes before the every other day pony frolic cessation, when Trainer George increases the treadmills to 4 mph, this is the max fast trotting rate. Any higher a canter gait is mandated by the Farm’s training codes. With 20 minutes to go to the break the stable mate the trainer calls Pony Amber starts to show distress at this pace, the other called Pony Brownie is flush with overheating. Perlita is becoming flush concentrating on maintaining her gait trotting rhythm, the human persona inside is calling on that memory of her husband Robert cooling her for strength to endure. 

It is Pony Amber who breaks down and falls first. Trainer George at first uses the riding crop and whacks her with joy ordering her back on her hooves. When Pony Amber does not rise quick enough the Training monster pushes Pony Amber's shock switch, she starts to thrash about.  

Pony Brownie is the next to breakdown and fall, in falling Trainer George repeats the same treatment whacking Pony Brownie and without ordering her up, not waiting, pushes Pony Brownie’s shock switch. Thinking yes, yes payback time on all of you she devil bitches! After watching them thrash about for a few minutes, choking and turning blue, he opens their shock switches. Both Pony Amber and Brownie have been reduced to unresponsive shaking lumps of flesh, grasping for air.  

Trainer George is in his heaven, paying back the years of being rejected by women as a young man. But wait there is still 10 minutes more before the break, I still have more payback to give! She will get some when old Pony Coffee breaks and falls. The sweat is pouring off her body; she is burning her middle age fat reserves maintaining this 4 mph trot rhythm. The first mental barrier to Perlita’s human persona being transformed into ponygirl named Pony Coffee is in process deep in Perlita’s human subconscious. Inside Perlita’s human persona core, she meanwhile is holding tightly to the memories of her and Robert. The one man who always saw her as beautiful, even now aging her belly no longer flat, her breasts and butt beginning to drop, he has always been there for her as she knows he will always honor the vow he made to her over twenty years ago: for better or for worse. The memories are working to create for her a new defensive shield, a pony persona to help her to endure, survive this nightmare. None of this process is being seen by Trainer George, for being only an old ugly bitter monster of a man, he will never see or understand the love that can bind.  

So focused is George awaiting to “payback shock” old Coffee the instant of her breakdown, does not notice a older better built man has come up next to him, a man whose I.D. neck Collar is embroidered “THE BOSS.” This Boss looks at the display record on Pony Coffee’s training treadmill, shakes his head and looks again at the old pony performing.  

The Pony Frolic break bell sounds and all equipment is programmed to power down, for in the past trainers and grooms ignored this required ponygirl break program. On the treadmill the newly created shield persona Pony Coffee adjusts her gait rhythm as it slows to a stop. Perlita the inner human persona allows this new shield persona to emerge and dominate, telling the pony persona I will support you, give you strength, Pony Coffee you are to endure, keep both of us alive for the day my husband Robert and your true master finds us. Pony Coffee replies, yes endure, survive for our true master.  

To the north Robert Wilson, while performing the motions of his preparation routine alone, pauses a moment for just at the edge of his consciousness - his perception senses that a shield has just gone up.    

The Boss who also is incapable of seeing such a miracle of the strength of commitment turns to Trainer George, says George you sure know how to pick out the best old ones, guess I will have to take a train ride tomorrow and bring a pony back to match you. Good work, but never again overwork my sale livestock or you will have any loss docked from your pay. The Boss pointed at the two shaking lumps of flesh on the floor, for those training abuses your next paycheck is docked 10%. 

Lastly, as Boss of this Farm you are to rest these three for the rest of the day, suggest this would be an opportunity to have them permanently shoed after the Pony Frolic secession. Use tomorrow to get them trotting in their permanent pony shoes and Monday Canter followed by Gallop on Tuesday, that old Pony Coffee too bad we could have not had her when young, what a show pony she could have been. Remember George you have one of my eyes on you now. You are a fine Trainer, but you have to let your emotions about the past go. Remember the Pony Training codes. Grooms only provide grooming -- Trainers are there only to train and not care -- Only Masters may and can care.  

At 10 a.m. the same morning Robert Wilson is in totally hostile territory, he is at the business desk of the local sheriff station to reclaim his laptop and CPU desktop computer equipment. He is being verbally assaulted by the duty Captain, for there are some of the bureaucrats still in CYA mode that have not given up on burying Robert Wilson. 

The Captain on duty has verbal instructions to provoke Mr. Wilson into acting rashly so he can again be taken into custody. Robert finds that he does not have to call upon the hidden strength he discovered in the void. The Captain’s noise is easy to ignore, plus Robert enjoys the displayed discomfort of the Captain as his best attempts to incite Mr. Wilson has no effect, including the one which he asked Robert:“Well how much did you get for that aged whore last week?”

To which Robert replied in a neutral tone, “Why? Do you want another, I thought you had married one already?”

It was the sergeants on duty that had to restrain the Captain; however Robert recovered his equipment and the special damage claim forms which he would file later. 

On his return home, he set up and tested his computer, internet connection and assumed he was being monitored. Which he did not mind, having the bureaucracy records to call upon had advantages. He first found a nearby Pistol and Rifle Club that had state and federal certification, Retail sales of fire arms, training and was National Rifle Association approved. He filed an online application and was not surprised to have a quick response, which asked;

“Are you that Robert Wilson, if you are you will have to come in and apply personally? You will have to give good reasons for this Gun and Pistol Club to accept you.” 

His email reply was; Ok, I will be in 10 a.m. Monday for tomorrow Sunday I already have plans, if this is acceptable no reply required. 

His next research was the Sunday, Amtrak Surf liner schedule. This will be the first Sunday since Perlita vanished from the Amtrak north bound so time to do some recon of the ground. I am not ready for anything more, but I do need to cover the ground before learning where I am going in. 

So, for the rest of the day and into the night Robert Wilson, is living up to the pet name “Fox” given to him by Perlita, from a character named Andrea Orsini in his favorite movie titled Prince of Foxes. Orsini known for having a quick wit, well educated, does his research and always does what not only his best but what is required. 

Doing the preparations for action, to find a hint on where, how and why did his beloved treasured Coffee vanished. Robert’s pet name for his wife for when suntanned her complexion is the rich hue of dark Coffee.