“The world of Ponies.” Typing on his computer in a general search engine. “Lets see..what this brings up.”

This man, this acting detective looked over many stable inquiries but he came up with nothing. Show jumpers and Olympic riders certainly didn’t flag that unusual mark. His search came up as empty as the rest had been.

“Nothing..I see..pony computer games..My little ponies..”

He had several pop ups coming that were being blocked. His computer was set to block the porn sites and other junk sites. Drake sighed and leaned back in his car seat. Currently he was sitting in front of a stable. He had thought about questioning the owner but he didn’t want to appear too obvious.

Then his eyes caught a regular site listed below that had managed to come through. It was probably because it was just an information site on the location of coming Pony fetish shows. It clicked almost instantly after putting the word fetish with pony.

He immediately unblocked the pop ups and several ‘Pony girl’ sites came up. This was it. This was his lead. This was the world of Ponies. He was sure of it.

“Got ya..”

Drake’s whisper soft as he clicked on a link. Girls dressed as ponies were posing for the cameras. These were amateur sites of course but he was betting there was more professional sites out there. Member only sites.

“I see...but..I don’t. Her father ...would he have mentioned if she..had an unusual fetish?”

The next step obvious. He picked up his phone and dialed Seren’s father.

“Hello? Have you found her?” The voice didn’t mention his name.

“I have a lead but..I have a question that I need you to answer very honestly.”

“Go ahead.” The senator’s voice low.

“Your daughter..would she have run away because she..was..into..certain things? Was she the type to do that at all?”

“No..she was a good girl. She always listened to me..no matter what. If I said no..that was it. She made A’s in school and was always a proper girl. Running away was not in the picture for her.”

“Alright..thank you. I’ll call you back..if I have anything to report.”

He clicked end and stared at the web site before him. There was another lead he could follow. Marie, who worked at the center, was pretty wise about certain things like this. She ran A program that was kind of like an addicts program but it was for people with fetishes.

Dialing once again. He hoped she was there actually because it was a Saturday. She might be in a session.

“Hi, this is Marie. Speak to me.”

“Marie..it’s Drake.”

“Drake, love! Hey..how are you? I miss you coming down to help me motivate people.”

“Been a little busy. But listen..I’m sorry to..press you and sound like I’m not interested but..I need to talk to you about something.” He glanced at the riders in the field. “Can you spare a moment?”

“Sure thing. What do you need?” She was more than happy to help.

“It’s about some of your..cases. Have you ever come across...The world of Ponies or Pony Fetish or even Pony Play.. when you have talked to these people?”

“That’s a million dollar question.” Her sigh heard. “That’s rather huge actually. There are A LOT of people into it. It’s sad. Some people are the ponies. Some are the masters.”

“I see..would someone be..so obsessed..in their role that they might actually..oh..I don’t know..lets say..Kidnap someone?”

“What’s this about, Drake? Are you working on something?”

“I just need your Opinion. Have you seen such Obsessed cases before?”

“You know I’m not normally allowed to discuss that. I can say that there are some pretty..deranged people out there. Mostly..It’s Volunteer..well I’ve only ever talked to Volunteer and willing participants but..I suppose if someone were deluded enough into their role..that if they wanted someone bad enough and that he or she wasn’t willing, they might take them. But that’s a pretty big might because usually in fetish cases both Master and Pony are together and agreeable on the idea.”

“But it could..in theory..happen?”

“There was a case last year..This girl was brought to me for de-programming. Her boyfriend kidnaped her for over a year and treated this girl just like his dog. When she was found and returned home, she was still acting like a dog. It was ..conditioned into her. I imagine..that a pony Play Fetish could be the same.”

“Thanks, Marie. You’ve been a huge help.”

“Drake..There’s not someone in trouble is there? I can ask some of our..former fetish group about that particular area of...experience. Some of these people were SO into it that they attended national fetish shows and private pony shows. It’s a world all it’s own.”

“You know..If they have some..private members sites that I could look at, that might help.” He wasn’t going to answer the ‘in trouble’ question. “Have a name or number I can..call?”

“Okay look..This woman’s name is Diana. Have a pen?” Marie had to be careful about the information she gave away. She didn’t want to divulge someone’s secret that they entrusted her with. “Well?”

“Yes..go ahead.”

“Her name is Diana Remington. Or..Mistress Diana..if you want to have her respect. Here’s her number.” Reading it off to him. “I wouldn’t say that you’re looking into it for reasons other than you ARE wanting to experience it if you catch my drift.”

“Marie?” He raised a brow.

“Just...call it. It’s your best way..in to that world.”

The line went dead. Drake had just learned something new about Marie. Maybe her addiction was something similar to this Pony Play. Eyeing the Number, nodding.

“Diana’s House of Fetish.” The woman answered on the other end when he called. “How can I help you?”

“Uh..You’re a business?”

“Yes sir.” The woman giggled. “A fetish house..Not a sex house..but a fetish house. From Bondage, Vampire, Fantasy role play to Beast play and Mistress Diana’s speciality, Her stables.”

“Pony play?” He asked.

“Oh? Are you interested? Mistress Diana hosts a new Pony training program on Monday’s, Wednesday’s and Sundays. She also has an advanced stable program for the Experienced pony or master.”

“Yes...is there a club as well? Something where I could meet others..like my self who are interested in the same thing?”

“Yes sir. Just come down and sign up..It’s a reasonable cost and she even has an equipment store right on site if you are totally new. Can I take your name and make an appointment?”

He couldn’t believe he was about to do this but he needed to get in. Drake took a quick breath.

“Yes. I’m new..but I have been intrigued by the aspect of it all. My name is Thaylin Graham.”

“Strong name. I my self am one of the training Mistresses under Mistress Diana. I love getting New stallions in to teach. Now..Next question.” She laughed. “Master or Pony?”

“Pony...” He said.

The woman squealed happily. “We have a space left for one more Pony in the new class this Sunday. The class starts at Eleven and goes for three hours. One hour is your introduction and video screening. The second is your fitting as all new ponies must provide their own equipment. And the third..you will actually be assigned one of Five Mistresses. Then you will begin your trek into the wonderful world of ponies. ”

“So I am sure of this..Do I need to rent or..purchase the equipment?”

“You may rent the first few times but if you enter the advanced classes you must purchase. And when you go to master classes and or pass Mistress Diana’s inspection, you can then be given the option of participating in one of many shows and joining Mistress Diana’s elite club. But she only takes the best Ponies and masters.”

“Alright then..Sunday at Eleven..Thaylin Graham. You have definitely caught my interest.”

“Please be sure to bring Identification and bring a photograph of your self. Preferably one that’s professionally taken with your shirt and pants off. Wearing just boxers is acceptable. Nude is preferred. you know..so the Mistress can get a feel for you to determine what kind of pony you will be classified as.”

“I don’t have one of those..but could I come in and..be evaluated? You see..I’m kind of..just now coming out of my closet so to speak.”

“Ahh..a shy one. We do love those. You may make an appointment with the Mistress for a personal evaluation. I have three open for Sunday morning before the class begins. One at Eight, one at Eight Thirty and one at Ten.”

“Ten..” He forced that antsy feeling in his gut down. “I can pay..up front.”

“There we go..Ten for the appointment and class at Eleven. We look forward to seeing you Mr. Graham.”

“Miss..I need the address. A friend..gave me the number and said I could find my self with her help.”

“Yes..right. Washington state. The Birmingham Ranch that’s just on the outskirts. It’s a beautiful one hundred and sixty acre Horse ranch.”

“I have heard of that place actually..Though I didn’t know completely about it. I know right where that is. Thank you very much for your assistance.”

“Have a wonderful rest of the day and we shall see you tomorrow.”

The phone clicked again and Drake flipped the phone closed.

“The things I do.”

Glancing at a Hat in his passenger seat. He picked it up and brushed his finger over one of the hat pins.

“Deep under cover..That’s what we’re doing. We’re going deep..to find the answers and to find her.”

He set the hat down and put his laptop away. There was no need in staying here anymore. He wasn’t going to get a lead at a regular stable. His instincts told him he was on the right path with this Pony Play thing.

So finally he put the keys in the car and started it. Tomorrow began the start of serious investigation. He hoped he didn’t freak or blow it. No, he couldn’t blow it. He was trained. He could adapt and over come any situation.

“Tomorrow...Tomorrow.”

His thoughts trailing as he drove off. He made a mental note to look up pony play a bit more when he got to the hotel. He didn’t want to look obviously stupid about the topic he was supposedly coming out of the closet for.