Sarah was sitting in her apartment and reading a book her cheerleading teammates had recommended. She paused from just purchased book, Anne Rice's The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, to surf the web. She wasn't looking for much, just a friendly story site or picture trading club where she could sit and admire the strange and exciting new world of bondage she had discovered. She even decided to craft herself a new screen name on yahoo which she thought was clever, sarahpony2005. As sarahpony2005 sat there surfing, a new PM popped up, from another yahoo member. The line was rather surprising, though.

"How are you, little pony?"

Sarah was mildly curious how someone could think she was a pony, but she figured she would read the profile, and see if she could figure out what was going on. She opened the profile, and was intrigued by the person's information. From the profile she learned that the PM had come from someone in her state, and even close to her city, but out in the rural farmlands. The person wasn't too old for Sarah, so she replied back.

"Oh, I am ok. But I am really not a pony."

"Oh, you can be, if you want to." The reply was rather sudden, and Sarah thought the person must be on a DSL line.

Sarah and the person continued chatting, both about what made ponies so cool, and Sarah's desires to experience the life of a pony. The person sent back pictures of ponies, or so Sarah thought, until she opened them. Instead of a four legged horse, she was looking at a woman in harness and bridle and pony hoof boots.

Sarah was definitely curious now, so she asked if the person really liked girls like that. The person replied that was the case, and further asked if Sarah wanted to try it out for a weekend or so?

Sarah wasn't doing much that weekend, so she agreed, and told the person that she would meet at the local McDonalds. Sarah dressed herself in her bikini, with a short white skirt and a pink tee with sandals, so if the person didn't show she could go to the beach.

Sarah was there, and just had gotten into her salad, when in walked a cowboy, complete with hat and boots. Sarah watched the man look around, and then seeing her, the man walked over.

"Hi, you must be Sarah, right?"

"Yes, I am Sarah." Sarah was awestruck by the man's good looks, and obviously well exercised body. The two sat there chatting it up for a little while, then the man asked if Sarah was ready to visit his farm?

Sarah was a little nervous, but the guy was such a dream to her little 22 year old mind, she couldn't just say no, so she said she was ready. The man took Sarah's hand in his, and then the two left and headed to the man's pickup truck.

Sarah sat next to the man, smiling her sweet innocent smile. The man smiled to himself, thinking it was always so easy. He reminded himself to thank the manager of the McDonalds later, for disposing of the security tapes and Sarah's car. He was also glad he knew enough about programming to send an undetectable virus to Sarah's computer, wiping out her hard drive, and erasing the files that had any sign of where Sarah was going.

After a little while, despite her full night's rest, Sarah started to nod off, again, thanks to the helpful manager who had slipped some sleeping pills in her salad. As Sarah drifted off, the cowboy smiled. Another easy capture, he thought.

The cowboy turned off the main road a short time later, and pulled into his private farm. From the road, it was protected by some very high shrubs, as well as a 10 foot high chain link fence. When he first built it, some of the neighbors asked why the fence was so high, but he easily explained that was because his horses were very good jumpers and he didn't want them hit by any cars on the main road. The cowboy continued on into his farm, passing the training ring, and the main house, and drove into the circular drive in front of the stables.

He parked the pickup truck, and went around and took out the sleeping Sarah. He carried her into the barn, and placed her in one of the stalls. He tied each of Sarah's wrists into a leather cuff, and spread her arms out. Next he went around her body, taking measurements, and noting them on a notepad he carried. Then he left the barn area, to the tack shed, and started pulling down harnesses and boots, and other little items. Finally, he returned to the sleeping Sarah.

As he returned, he deposited the many items he carried onto some hooks and benches, and then he approached Sarah. He started by removing her skirt and top, cutting the sleeves so he could take her top off without untying her. Then he removed her bikini top and bottoms, leaving her in just her socks and sneakers. He admired her tanned body, and her well trimmed cunt, but he wanted bald pussies, so he took down Sarah's sleeping body, and carried her to a large vat, containing a permanent hair remover and growth inhibitor.

He took a rope and tying Sarah's wrists to the rope, he lifted her up off the ground, stopping to remove her shoes and socks. Then he dipped her into the vat, to just below her neck line. He allowed her to remain in the liquid for 10 minutes, and then he lifted her out, and took her back to the stall.

As he retied Sarah, he smiled. She was going to look wonderful as a ponygirl. Too bad she was so curious, he thought. He waited for a few minutes, and then he began to assemble the pony harness and other items, so he could outfit Sarah.

He admired Sarah's nude body, then taking a plug with a tail on it, he moved behind the sleeping girl's body. He slowly inserted the plug tail, and then he moved on to the harness. The harness had a crotch strap, with would hold the tail in place. There were also straps to go over the shoulders, under the breasts, and around the waist. There were also connecting straps running up the back and front, making the harness a nice but inescapable piece of equipment. The cowboy quickly connected up the straps, then using a special tool, he locked the straps in place.

The cowboy looked over at his new ponygirl, and smiled once more. He came close again, this time with the hoof boots. He started with the left one first. The leather was nice, waterproof, and would snugly hug the foot, as well as prevent anything from slipping inside the boot. The man worked it up Sarah's foot, smiling as it seated itself to her foot. Taking her right foot, he slid the second boot on, then using the same tool as he used on the harness, he secured the boots closed. The final bit of harnessing was to be the arm hoofs. These were optional, depending on how Sarah the ponygirl was going to be used.

The cowboy wanted to try her out as a cart pony, but if it didn't work, he could still make her a four legged riding pony.

As Sarah slowly started to wake up, it dawned on her that she was naked, and stranger still, was in a harness. She tried to make out what was going on, then she found she couldn't talk, and feeling around with her tongue, she felt she had a bit in her mouth. She tried to walk, but she found herself in some high heels, and as she took a step, she heard a little CLOP coming from her foot. It took her a few moments, but she realized, she had become a pony!

When Sarah tried calling for help only a garbled sound came out of her mouth, but it also alerted the cowboy that his newest ponygirl was awake finally.

The cowboy walked into Sarah's stall, and watched his sobbing prize. He went to her, and hugged her close, telling her she had been announced as missing when her car was found abandoned by the side of a rural swamp down in South Florida, over 200 miles away. Sarah looked at the cowboy, her tears telling of her fear at her new life. The cowboy smiled down at her, telling her she would have no fears once her training had been started. The cowboy took Sarah by the reins and led her out to the training ring, where she joined his three other new ponygirls. All of them had also been pronounced dead or missing, after their cars had been found abandoned and their apartments ransacked.

The four new ponygirls were all trained to be cart ponies for the cowboy's customers. But Sarah was fortunate. She was spared from being sold, since during her training, the cowboy had found her to be the most beautiful ponygirl he had ever trained.

Epilogue:

Five months later:

Florida State police raided a local McDonalds Manager's house this morning, following some leads into an investigation of a local girl's disappearance. While the police wouldn't comment on the case, citing the ongoing nature of the investigation, reporters managed to find out that the manager did have a long criminal record, and that one of the latest girls to disappear had been inside his restaurant. The missing girl has not been seen for over 5 months, and many in the law enforcement community do not believe she would have survived this long.

One year later:

The trial of the McDonalds Manager charged with the abduction of a local girl was cut short today, when a lone gunman shot the manager while he was on his way into the courthouse. The manager was pronounced dead at the scene. The gunman, a local homeless drifter, shot the manager during a psychotic episode he was suffering. The gunman was also killed in the exchange of gunfire with the police deputies guarding the manager.

Meanwhile, on the farm:

"Well, Sarah, it looks like all the loose ends are finally tied up. Now back to your training, my pretty ponygirl. I want those knees up higher."