Ponygirl

My name is Emily, was Emily. I've been kidnapped. Someone drugged me at a bar. I woke up on this farm. Until today I was a normal Midwestern early 20s college student. I moved to the city less than a year ago. I'm studying animal rights.

Ponygirl

My name is Emily, was Emily. I've been kidnapped. Someone drugged me at a bar. I woke up on this farm. Until today I was a normal Midwestern early 20s college student. I moved to the city less than a year ago. I'm studying animal rights.

My name's Emily, no one here calls me that. I'm not Emily anymore, or at least I won't be for long.

I'm a 22-year-old college student who was drugged at a bar. I woke up on this farm, isolated in the country. Honestly, I have no idea where I am. I've been kidnapped.

I'm not the only girl here, I don't think. I'm in a stable. I'm being trained to be some pervert's dehumanizing fetish pet, a Ponygirl.