“Ahh!”

Her scream loud and muffled by a gag as she lurched forward onto her arms. A gag in her mouth for a bit. A leather harness on her face with reigns. The girl trembled on her hands and knees as the saddle upon her back dug in. On that saddle was a man much older than she.

“Move!” He yelled and smacked her bare thigh with a quirt. “Now Pony!”

Crying, shaking, The leather knee pads she had on were even starting to hurt. Her bare chest in a harness. Her breasts poking through and the leather strapping back. Her white hair pulled back into a braid and fastened.

The poor girl was no more than eighteen or nineteen. She had been caught by the man who was currently on her back. And apparently he had a pony girl fetish for now she was fully outfitted in pony girl gear.

It wasn’t a mystery as to why he kidnaped her though. She was flawless perfection. Her ice blue eyes sparked with a certain fire and her pale skin was unmarred and perfect. Her curves beautiful. Her B, almost C cup chest pert. She needed no bra almost. And then her ass. Beautiful, beautiful.

“Forward Snow Caballo. Walk..”

Grunting, panting. She fell forward and cried. This was only her first day and already he had been working her for hours. She trembled and shuddered at the thought of what the rest of it would be. All she wanted to do was go home.

“Enough..” The man rising. “James!”

“Yes sir?”

The much younger man who waited at the fence gate stepped forward.

“Put this new mare in the stables. Brush her, wash her, and feed her. Clean this equipment off as well for tomorrow morning she sees the vet for her first check up and she gets her shots. We can’t have her getting sick on us...” Pausing. “Oh...and the gag goes back on after she eats... She must learn that horses do not speak...Until she can learn this...this is how it will be.”

“Yes Master Giovanni.”

“And James...She isn’t broke so...if she fights you as a horse would...it’s alright but...if she tries to act human...use the quirt and punish her accordingly.”

“Yes sir.” James walked over and picked up the reigns. “Come...Snow Caballo.” Giving the reigns a tug and making a clicking sound.

The older man chuckled and admired the nude girl's form for a moment. The way she laid there panting. The way she trembled. She was well worth kidnaping. But he had other Mares, other horses to tend so he couldn’t train her anymore for the time being.

The girl struggled against the reigns and pulled back. She jerked and tried to stand. But she was severely weakened from all the ‘training’ before. It was nothing sexual, not yet. Mainly he was trying to break her spirit.

“Down Girl!” The smack of the quirt smarted against her bare thigh. “Horses do not walk on two legs. They walk on four.”

She cringed and bit back tears. The gag kept anything but a muffled cry from escaping her. James felt for the girl, he honestly did, but the fear of what Giovanni would do to him if he eased up on her made him act against that sympathy.

“Forward Snow Caballo.” Jerking the reigns and smacking her arm this time. “Now!”

The soft leather on the quirt of a special make. It was one that wouldn’t mar or flaw the skin. That was one thing that Giovanni wouldn’t tolerate. His mares and stallions were to be perfect and always cared for even if they weren’t willing participants in the processes of becoming said mare or stallion.

A final jerk of the reigns and she stumbled forward. Her knees were tender. Her hands and wrists hurt. James made soothing clicking noises and led her from the riding pen slowly.

“Good Girl. Good Snow Caballo. Forward...”

Leading her towards the stables. She tugged back again and grabbed at the reigns with her hands. Her delicate ice blue eyes were red and swollen from tears. James quickly acted and used the quirt to smack her hands away. The sting smarted and she cringed as she jerked back. The gag hurt her mouth when she did but she didn’t care.

“No!” Speaking in a commanding, non yelling tone. “Bad Caballo...” Using the quirt again to reassert him self. “Down!” James jerked the reigns once more. “Down Caballo!”

Watching from the distance. Giovanni watched his youthful stable boy handle the new mare. He was doing quite well. His son might make a good master someday after all.

“Do not let her pull the reigns, James! Keep them firm...” The Master yelled. “Command her...she is a mare!”

“Yes Sir.” James tightened his grip. “Forward Snow Caballo!”

Finally he managed to make her walk, on her hands and knees, steadily forward. The girl fought still but only in a way that she was making him pull her half way.

“There we go. I would suggest bathing her first, James. Use the bath and when you’re done putting her away, let me know how she did. It will help in her furthered training.” Said as Giovanni walked towards the large manor house. He was certainly a powerful man who was used to getting what he wanted when he wanted it. Even his own son did not call him father. He called him Master Giovanni and he served very obediently as the stable boy.

In his late forties and every bit as trim and fit as he was in his youth, Giovanni prided himself on facts like these. His stature alone made people gasp and back away. He wasn’t a giant but he certainly wasn’t small. His own son was just as tall but not as fit muscle wise. He was more slender and in truth, easier to carry as a rider. But he had the same handsome Mediterranean look to him. Dark hair, dark eyes and a smile that would make women melt. Well, most women. Right now, as he was strapping her onto the table by her ankles and wrists to bathe her, The white haired girl wasn’t one of those women.

“Easy Snow.” Letting her hair down from the braid. “You’ve been ridden hard. The warm water will relax your muscles.”

Brushing the sponge over her. Letting the tub fill. Everything was special and custom made for human ponies in these stables. She mmphd and pulled her hands against the restraints. Her skin tainted with red from the humiliation.

“Snow Caballo needs to behave. Master Giovanni will reward you much better if you behave.”

Water trickling down over her pale skin. The droplets following her curves. Trailing over her pert bottom. Paying attention to her every detail, washing, caressing the muscles with the warm water.

“Shhh...” Whispering to her. “You will like life here...no need to worry about anything...ever. Your perfection makes you a prize in Master Giovanni’s stable.”

Cringing at his touch and his words. The humiliation only kept coming, as did the red over skin. It darkened and she looked down with tightly closed eyes. She trembled and clenched her fists.

“Just give in Snow...” Now using a shower head to wet her hair. “The pain will be less. The training will be lighter if you listen. Trust me on this...I know.”

If she could respond she would tell him what she thought of his advice. Instead she could only tense and take deep breaths to try and calm her self. The gag being bitten down on. Her unhappiness about all of this easily seen.

“Close your eyes...”

Convincing her wouldn’t work so he continued to bathe her. Washing the shampoo in. Using a brush to make sure the shampoo and conditioner found every tress of her white silken hair.

“You will shine beautifully tomorrow. The vet will surely be impressed with your beauty. He has never seen anyone like you. Of course nor has master Giovanni or my self. Mmm...” Speaking in a very soothing tone to her. “But where Snow Caballo come from? Is strange.”

Other ponies looking on from locked stalls. A new pony in the Master’s stable was rare. He was a collector of fine quality alone. Thus being known, he only had two stallions and three other mares that ranged from their early twenties to their late twenties. They were all old hands in this stable however.

They had their freedom to run in the pasture during the day. They were broken. But one precaution was taken. The stallions wore a locked hip belt with a cod piece cover that locked as well to control mating. The only matings that happened were planned. And none talked. They whinnied as a horse would.

Of course this girl didn’t know their history. But she was willing to bet that they might have been forced into the situation as well.

“Keep your eyes closed. Rinsing your mane now. Then we shall dry you and put in your stall. I can not put you in an open stall yet. You’re still very wild.” Chuckling as he put the shower head away. “Then...I shall feed you...normal rations for now. Tomorrow the vet will give us a diet for you. We have to keep such a prize as you in good health.”

Glaring at him. Anger wild in her eyes. Her breaths still quickened to show her displeasure at how he treated her...how he spoke to her.

“I know that look..” Smirking while turning a dryer on now. “Don’t show Master Giovanni that look. He will only see it as a challenge and make you see his way..”

Gasping, flinching. The warm air trailed over the curve of her back and onto her bottom. She hadn’t expected it to be that warm.

“A quick lesson...when you eat...you eat from the trough...as a horse...on your hands and knees. No hands...I will be made to take the food away if you disobey this. Then you won’t get to eat.”

The growls from her stomach told him that much. She grunted and closed her eyes once again. James was already starting on her hair with the dryer.

“Such long hair...down past your back to your bottom...”

Smiling, brushing through the hair. It already started to lightly curl from the attentions he gave it. His touches would make any hair dresser gasp. But that came from years of being his father’s stable boy.

“This dryer very good, no? That is why the heat is turned up...it dries even long manes fast...” Putting it down, pulling her hair back into a pony tail for her. “Don’t want it in your face as you eat.”

The red upon her body only darkening. Anxiety? It didn’t even begin to describe what she was feeling as he lowered the bathing platform and unlocked the restraints.

“Forward Snow...” Taking the lead rope in his hand. “Time to see your stall.”