The story is written in the universe of comics Fansadox, author Erenisch.

“I already transferred it to you, Mike.” - Boss told me. - You pick up and check in to the site.

- Well. - I took a thin folder with her personal file. - When racing, how much time do I have?

“Two months ...” He grinned at my frowning face. - Nobody puts on it, the first race and all that. Just do it so that it does not come last.

“You jeopardize my reputation.” - I replied in a disgruntled tone.

- I understand. Let's do this if it takes at least the penultimate place, then I will write it off from the company as bonuses in your favor. You're the best pony trainer that I know.

- You're in charge. - I spread my hands, swallowing flattery. Recently, the business of the company went uphill, the boss could afford to give me one of them, especially since it cost almost nothing.

This conversation is over. The car was in the parking lot, but first I had to pick it up from the warehouse. I typed Wall, who was responsible for storage and care, and warned that I would come. He met me at the entrance, holding her on a leash. I shook his hand and said: - Hi Steve, I did not even have time to look at her case, tell me in a few words about her.

- Dull, but this is not surprising. - He took out a cigarette and lit it. - Runs fast, obedient. There should be no problems with it.

- I understood. - I also dragged out the smoke and changed the subject. - They say that they will soon organize another fair.

- Yes, I heard. If the Boss writes out bonuses, I’ll buy myself a couple of slaves.

I looked down and looked at my new ward. She was kneeling, head down. Hands held back. No clothes, just a collar. Short blond hair, plump body and large breasts. Surely, as a future pony slave her well fed.

We talked for a few more minutes, and then I said goodbye and took the leash.

- Call me Coach or Sir. - I said.

- Yes, sir. - Her voice was pleasant. Although for me it did not matter - almost all the time she would have either a gag or a bridle in her mouth.

- Now we will go to the station to the cops, where I will register you, after - we will visit my old friend who is engaged in modification of slaves. - I followed her reaction. It sounded scary, but it seems really stupid. - And then we start training - you have the first jumps in two months. Too little time for what would have come of you, but ... I'm a damn good coach. I hope you do your best.

- Yes Sir, I will try.

- Still ... - My face was twisted in a smile.

As we drove through the city to the bureau, I watched how many slaves had become in recent years. Who led them on a leash - they were something like pets, someone fucked a slave in the doorway, special booths were available: 5 bucks and a slave ass was available to you where you want to go and use it. Public toilets, which can satisfy both the need and other, dirtier needs. Everywhere they offered different kinds of entertainment using slaves, almost all the advertisements contained a hint of female slavery. The city was full of debauchery.

She was riding in the trunk. Still not enough to dirty salon. When we finally arrived, I parked and gave it along with a leash to the duty cop. While I'm busy, she will have fun in the storage room - two vibrators will treat her holes like pistons, and electrocution will force her to work properly on an artificial phallus in her mouth. It would not be necessary, but ... I smiled in my mind. He immediately photographed it and gave me freshly printed paper, something like a receipt, which said that it was not yet registered, but already my property. Usually it took a couple of hours because of the queue, but then the boss tried. But already inside I had to wait.I was offered to use the slave on duty, but I waved it off.

- Her number is in the general list 3748285, sir. “The cop told me.” - There are no nicknames yet, do you want to register her name?

- I think, yes. - I nodded.

- Let me see...

On the one hand, the boss promised her to me, so this is a matter of my taste. On the other - she still act like a pony, so the name must match.

- Let it be Bridle. Yes, not a bad nickname.

“Not bad, sir.” She's a pony, I understand? - The policeman asked.

- It will be her. - I smiled, holding out a business card. - I am a pony trainer, but for now she is just a slave. To become a pony, it will take some time.

- Sounds good. - He answered, taking the business card and returning to the computer.

The registration procedure took some more time, during which I managed to get hungry. When I got Bridle back safe and sound, it looked a bit shabby. Still - spend a few hours of the sex marathon. But she did not glare at me with an angry look (would try) and did not try to say or ask for anything. I noticed that she looked cleaner - she was probably washed. Not a bad decision - I thought. But still she had to crawl to the car, so she still went to the trunk.

Surely she was also hungry, but I did not care. I wasn't going to starve her, what kind of a pony would you get then? But to spend time on something that would feed ... no, another time. So on the way to my old friend, I had a bite to eat by fast food.

A friend was a specialist with a capital letter. Piercing, tattoos, surgery - all this is his area of ​​work. Former military, retrained on the modifier for slaves. But even I had to make an appointment with him, despite the fact that we were familiar for a hundred years - there was a huge queue for him.

When I drove up to the workshop, the sun went down over the horizon. It was getting dark and the city was lit up with thousands of neon signs and bright lights.

“Greetings Barry, how are you, old friend?” - I happily greeted comrade. The bridle, as it should be, crawled up to him and kissed his shoes.

“Excellent, Mike.” And how are you? - He shook my hand.

- Wonderful. Here are just a back began to hurt lately, but this is so, nonsense.
- Age. - Barry chuckled, finally turning his attention to Bridle. “So what are we going to do with it?” I understand that all at the expense of the company?
- Of course. Although she is my property, in fact she still belongs to the office.
We went into some sort of operating room. Several times I looked at the Bridle - finally, at least some emotions. Looks like she was really scared now.
- She has horse racing in two months. - I told her story. “If I make something similar to a pony out of this piece of meat, then the boss will rewrite it to me.”

- Oh, then I have no doubt that we will meet again. - He unceremoniously pulled her hair and ordered to sit in a special chair. I sat down nearby.

- Of course. Let's start with the piercing. Nose, tongue, ears, nipples, navel, clitoris, three for labia and ... - I stopped talking, wondering if I forgot something. - And, perhaps, everything.

- As you say. - He fixed her in the chair. Now Bridle could not move. Now Barry has addressed her. - Be an obedient girl and then everything will end quickly. If you disturb me, you will regret it.

- Yes, sir. - She replied in fright.

Truly an example of obedience, I thought. Several times Bridle twitched, something mooed - especially loud when she made a big hole in the clitoris, but did not interfere. During this process Nancy, the slave Barry, approached me and offered me some drinks. I could not deprive myself of pleasure and drank a small cup of strong coffee. Admiring the forms of Nancy, I once again envied Barry.

- Well ... what are we doing next? - He admired his work. However, Bridle also funny stuck out her tongue with a new shiny ring and looked at herself as best she could.

- Oh, my friend, for the time being, as I said, it belongs to the company, but when she goes to me ... - I smiled wistfully. - Okay. The following is a couple of yours ... how are they?

- Implants? Which ones? - He raised an eyebrow.

- Electroshock and more powerful.

- In the womb, as I understand it?

- You know better. - I looked at my watch, thinking that we would end deep in the night. - Next - a vibrator at its point G.

- Well. Something else? - He moved away from the chair and was looking for something on the shelves, which were filled with hundreds of different boxes.

- So far, everything.

Bridle behaved obediently. Even when Barry and I took turns checking the work of the implants. All the same, in my office they are thoroughly brainwashed. I heard quiet sobs in the trunk when I was driving home. My hand felt the remote in my pocket, I turned on the electric shock for a few seconds. The noise from the trunk immediately stopped.

The road on the highway did not take much time. Pony needs a lot of space to train, so I lived outside the city. I drove the car into the garage, pulled out Bridle and led her along, heading for a small building near the house. It was poorly visible at night, but a wonderful landscape over the city opened from here, and practically the whole territory was occupied by a small analogue of the racing field. For the first time in a day, I was going to feed Bridle, put it on like a pony and finally let her help, but with a yawn, I decided to put it all off in the morning. It was necessary to get some sleep.

I put metal bracelets on her hands and hooked them up, and hung them by my hands on a chain. Clicking on a small remote on the wall, I activated a simple mechanism winding a chain onto a coil. The bridle almost hung in the air, clinging to the floor with her fingertips. I took the whip off the wall.

- Maybe there is something that you want to discuss? - I asked her.

“I wanted to say s-thank you, Coach, for decorating your slave and ...” she hesitated.

- and? And what else?

- Allow me to pee, Sir.

- I allow. - I answered with a sneer. At the same second, a trickle of urine splashed between her legs and flowed along the inside of her thighs. The bridle bit her lower lip and rolled her eyes in pleasure.

- Thank you sir.

- In the future, you can not ask me for permission. Write whenever you want - you're a pony slave. You are supposed to act like an animal. And then I remembered something. - Open your mouth. - I put the lash in her mouth, ordering her to hold. Having found among all the junk that was lying in my boxes, anal plug, I walked around her back. - But you'll be a shit with my permission.

Without any ceremony, I pushed the plug into her intestines with a sharp movement. Her ass was not particularly developed, but after the police station, my actions almost did not cause any pain. Taking the whip, I said: - Well, get used to it. You will wear this thing in your ass for the next two months.

- Thank you sir. - answered bridle bridle.

- I ask the last time, maybe you want something else?

- I want to eat, sir. I am very hungry. I have not been fed for two days, only they gave me a drink at the police station and that's all.

It was time to start her education. I found the first cup I got in my hands, a little dusty and urinated into it. Approaching Bridle, I raised the cup to her lips and ordered her to drink. Oh, how many emotions flashed in that second. And fear, and horror, and surprise, and insult! But nevertheless, she began to drink meekly. At the last sip, I pushed the cup away and spilled the contents over her face.

- Thank you, Sir ... - The future pony looked at the floor.

- Well, if that's all ... - A small black gag took its place.

Swinging properly, I rewarded her with ten lashes. Her young body was writhing, Bridle moaned and lowed, shuddering at every blow. And after that I turned off the light and went out, slamming the doors. Let a couple of hours hang, getting used to ...