A new found pain filled her. She woke in a haze. Her body was stiff and parts of her were very sore. The small of her back. Her breasts and more. The girl's entire body ached. But all of that aside, she was also bewildered.

She didn’t know how long she’d been out or if it all was a dream for there was a feathery soft mat under her. Sitting up slowly, gasping. Her hand went to her side and around to the small of her back.

Fingers frozeas they felt a small metallic ring there. Turning her head to see. A long, silky white tail now hung behind her. It was attached on the ring she had felt. It was a piercing? The ring rested just on the small of her back above her rear.

The memories of just how she’d gotten that tail ring unclear. She gasped as a new pain hit. Upon moving her bottom to stand, she felt the tug of tape and a bandage. Quickly, she ripped away the bandage and gasped again. A tattoo of an old English G on a crest shield was put there.

It wasn’t a dream, to her dismay. She looked around again and started to stand. Her nude form chilled due to the air conditioner. Her breasts especially sore. Two silver nipple rings graced the nipples.

“N..no...” Taking a quick breath as she stood. “What’s he done to me?”

The tail hung down and the tip brushed against the ground. She turned and turned again. She tried to work her fingers around to remove the tail but she found it impossible to remove.

“Easy Caballo.” Giovanni himself entered the area. “You must be careful or you will tear out your tail ring. We don’t want that.”

“Y..you!”

“Ah...Ah.” Shaking a finger at her. “I will only warn you once. Ponies do not speak.”

Stopping at the entrance to her stall. Giovanni grinned and let his eye roam over her figure. The girl quickly turned away from him to hide as much of herself as she could

“I don’t care! I’m NOT a pony! Why are you doing this to me?!”

“That answer is simple, Snow Caballo.” The lock to the stall fell open and Giovanni slowly stepped in. “To possess you. Now come. We must look after all your new piercings and your brand. I do not wish them to become infected.”

“N..No!”

Screaming, grunting. She fell forward in pain onto her hands and knees. The sting of a short whip made short work of her accomplishment of standing on two legs.

“Ponies do not speak, Caballo.” Giovanni told her sternly as he flexed the whip in his hand. “You will learn this. It is not a request.”

Tears fell down her cheeks. The sting of that whip added to the pain she was already feeling. It made fighting back against him very difficult at the moment.

“Caballo has been asleep for nearly two days. Of course my beautiful pony is going to be difficult. I wouldn’t expect any less.” Stopping beside her. “But she is awake now and she had better listen.”

The click of his lead rope onto the halter she had on made her snap to from the pain and pull. Giovanni simply grasped the lead rope tight and jerked her forward. She grunted and landed at his feet.

“As I said...She had BETTER listen. I am not nearly as nice as James is when it comes to disciplining my ponies.”

A quick glare shot up at him. She was practically trembling as some of the pain caught up with her finally. Giovanni simply smirked and tugged her forward.

“Caballo will definitely be hungry after today’s workout. Our dear vet has prepared a special oat mix for you. Mmm...yes. High in fiber and protein. All the nutrients a pony needs.”

Walking off with her behind him. Having to pull and force her mostly. The pain of the things done to her not really slowing her down.

“Caballo! Down!”

He let his quirt come down and smack against her side. She cringed and jerked away as best she could. The girl’s eyes full of tears. Giovanni gazed upon her and smiled.

“I shall ride you and you shall listen to me, Caballo. Now...onto the table...I must saddle and groom you before riding.”

She glared at him and he pulled her roughly onto the riding table. Her fight futile as he forced her down so he could strap the wrist and ankle guards on. She cried and he could only smile as she did so.

“Let me go!” Yelling it at him.

“You do this to your self, Caballo.”

Giovanni removed a gag/bit from a side drawer, removed the sterile packaging and then started placing it on her. She fought still. He forced her lips open and pushed the gag in. The girl trying to shake and pull her head away.

“Down Caballo.” Securing the locked strap in place and then removing the halter. “Be a good pony while I groom you. And I think...I first wash your new beautiful tail.”

He touched the tail ring and smiled. It was surgically placed at the back of her spine, just above her bottom, like a piercing. Except it wasn’t an earing. It was a ring and it was for the sole purpose of holding her tail.”

“So beautiful...the finest white blonde mane.”

She tensed and jerked her hands up. Her fists clenched. Her ankles securely held down as were her knees. It was from there that he started to brush through her tail. The beautiful strands of hair shining with health. It was real hair. Hair he had purchased especially for this. Especially to make her tail.

The girl closing her eyes. She felt the ring tugging and his fingers sliding over her bare skin. Occasionally he would flick his finger against one of the nipple rings that hung down and then he would smile.

He finally started pulling her hair back and braiding it very intricately. She growled under her breath. The gag/bit kept her from speaking anything or voicing her complaints. And of course, she had many of them. Things like being kidnaped and treated like an animal amongst those complaints.

And before too much longer, he had the saddle blanket on her and then the saddle. He wrapped the leather strap around and let the breast harness wrap around. Cinching it, putting all the pieces on slowly.

“Mmm...Just wait...until...” Giovanni paused and smiled. “Never mind.”

She gasped. A stinging pain hit her where the tattoo was. Her body trembled again and Giovanni shhhh-ed her.

“Just some antibiotic cream for the pony’s brand. And a bandage as well. We wouldn’t want you to get dirt on your brand. It would infect it and then you would be sick. Your master would not like this. No...No I wouldn’t.”

Attaching a set of reins to the gag/bit’s side now. Giovanni drew them back and draped them over the saddle horn. Gods she was beautiful like that. He tied them back against the saddle so her chin was forced down and her eyes straight forward.

“A beautiful show pony. Yes...that is what you are.”

The click of his camera made her jump. The girl trying to pull the reins free so she could move her head. Like most things with him, it was a futile fight.

“For your Westbridge entry in a few weeks. They need a picture of my entering pony. And since you are new...well...” He chuckled and ran his hand over her bottom. “You need pictures taken. I shall arrange a photographer to come and take professional entry pictures later. I will need them if I am to ride you in the more professional pony shows.”

Latching her leather knee pads on now. They were the last part. Unbuckling one strap at a time to put the leather knee pads on. She struggled still even though she couldn’t get away.

“No my beauty...” Lowering the table and unlatching her straps that held her down completely. He grabbed the reins and pulled her forward. “Come Caballo. Forward...forward to the riding pen.”

A tug against the leads. He turned and she was pulling back hard. The new saddle harness kept her from rising. The leather straps ran down and through the nipple rings. If she tried to stand, great pain would come to her.

“Master Giovanni?”

“James.” Giovanni smiled and pulled the girl forward. “I am going to be in the riding pen if you should need me.”

“Yes sir but...I was wondering if...it was wise to ride her with a fresh brand. You taught me that the ponies need to heal after getting one.”

“Mmm...yes...but sometimes...in cases like this pony...you cannot pause your training. She needs her training. She will HAVE her training. Now go...I believe one of the mares delivered last night. Have the good vet come in and check her again today.”

“Yes sir.”

Sympathetic eyes watching her being led away. James felt very bad for the girl. Her willingness was not coming as most ponies did. “Much too late for you, Caballo.” James whispered. “Please don’t fight him...Please...”

“James...This way.” One of the other hands called to him. “Hurry up. One of the other mares is delivering. Call the vet..now!”

“I should tell Master!” James said. “Why all at once!?”