Amber awoke, still nude, after again being voluntarily drugged for transport. It had been a week since she had finished her training as a Pony Girl and was being delivered to her buyer. She was in the care a two transporters, one male and one female, now that she was awake they began prepping her for her buyer.
Amber was not sure were she was, at this point in her training she knew better than to casually glance around the room, she kept her head forward and did not move. Her two transporters immediately began to dress her. Amber stood; a thigh high boot with a "hoof" foot was put on her left leg, and then applied to her right leg. An anal plug was inserted that had a tail made of faux-horse hair giving her the look at actually having a tail.
At this point, from the waist down Amber was a Pony. A bridal was brought before Amber's mouth, without any instruction she opened her mouth and gladly accepted it, the straps were secured behind her head. Next blinders were secured to her eyes from her temples, now she had no peripheral vision. Finally a very fancy head dress was place on her head, completing her dress. The two transporters took a step back to admire their work; Amber was the perfect picture of a Pony Girl.
"I'd say were ready to bring her in," the female transporter said, the male agreed. The female addressed Amber, "Come along pony." And with that the two transporters starting walking towards the door, Amber followed taking large knee high steps as she learned in her training. The doors opened and as the three exited their initially room into what seemed like a grand hall they were greeted by a very tall and slim woman in a full red and white polo uniform, complete with a black helmet and riding crop.
"Oh my, she lovely," the woman spoke with a gentle tone and an elegant English accent, was Amber in England she wondered, she really had no way of knowing right now. "And look at her form, it's simply perfect," the buyer went on.
"Yes ma'am," the male transporter spoke, "this one was given extra care in her training, she was very resistant at first, but I think you'll find her quite passive now, you can read her full report and history in the documentation that was left with your secretary."
"Oh I am sure, I trust your company, and you've provided my last three ponies and I have yet to be disappointed. I think this one will be just fine, you may leave us," the buyer spoke. And with that the two transporters returned to the original room and left Amber to her new owner.
The buyer approached Amber who was now standing still as her new owner reached and began to playfully fondle Amber's breasts as she addressed her, "My name is Sara King, but that is not that important to you because for your time here you will never speak it, or anything else, I have a strict no speaking policy for my ponies, violation of which will be met with severe punishment." As she spoke Sara took each of Amber's nipples between her thumb and forefinger and gently began to roll them.
Sara went on, "We have many rules here, some you will receive delicate instruction on, others you will learn as you go. The outfit you're in now is full formal wear, as I have all my ponies initially presented to me, for day to day operations you will wear less." Sara reached behind Amber and gave a slight tug on her tail applying pressure to her anus, even after all her training this still made Amber jolt. "Do not worry we'll keep your training up and fix that, I assure you the tail is a necessity. I have yet to read you file and do not know what your name was, but it is no matter of concern from here on out you will be known as Pixie. Do you like your new name Pixie?" Sara asked. Amber, now Pixie simply nodded her head slowly.
"From here you will be led to your stable by one of my farm hands and introduced to some of the other ponies I keep here. I do love keeping several pony girls on sight; unfortunately I never have enough time to enjoy them all. You'll mostly interact with the farm hands and other ponies, but do not worry you'll be kept plenty busy. And I will expect you to perform for me every so often." Sara finished explaining Pixie's new role as she snapped her fingers.
Two farm hands approached. Sara instructed them, "Get her out of the formal wear and take her to the stables, I want her on hands and knees for at least a month, I hear this one needs all the humility she can get. You have my permission you use her for your enjoyment until I say otherwise, let some of the veteran ponies have some fun with her too."
Over the next few weeks Pixie was subjected to a number of sexual encounters unlike any other she had encountered before. Farm hands, both male and female, would remove her bridal only have her service them orally, and she was no stranger to surrendering herself vaginally and anally as well.
As the "new meat" Pixie was used several times by her fellow ponies but it wasn't long before she was accepted into her new subculture and her interactions became mutually beneficial.
As the weeks turned into months Pixie had settled into her new life. Every once in awhile she and her other ponies would be brought before Sara to perform various tricks and sexual acts, in the between times the farm hands would train them for new tricks and enjoy them sexually as well.
It seemed Pixie the pony was all that was left, and any semblance of Amber was gone, that is until one fateful day. The farm hands were instructed to bring Pixie, in full formal attire to Sara's office to a solo meeting. Pixie was led in and brought before he owner's desk, dressed in full attire just as she was the first time she was introduced to her. This all seemed unorthodox to Pixie. Standing behind the desk was not only Sara but another woman in a smart business suit.
"Pixie, you may or may not remember me, back from when you were known as Amber. I was the recruiter you signed up with for this servitude," the woman began, "It seems certain aspects of your placement in this position have come to light and presented a unique situation in your case. It seems that you slave specialty code was determined under a conflict of interest, since the lab tech not only knew you, but sought to ensure you were placed in this specific field."
Pixie couldn't believe this, Veronica had been found out, her mind was racing what did this mean, was she to be released from her contract, would she be placed in a nicer position? This lead to some internal conflict as Pixie, formerly Amber, had really fallen into step with her position as a pony girl.
