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Enjoy!", "writing": "“Where did you find this place again?” Vi asked for what she guessed was the hundredth time if her sister’s scoff was anything to go by. In her defense, Fenny had neglected to answer her properly from the start. The shorter fennec either brushed it off or dismissed her question with a smile that told her to stop asking. She wondered which of the two would happen this time.\n\nFenny didn’t look up from her phone. “Relax,” she said, politely dismissive. “You’ll like it.”\n\nVi didn’t doubt she would. She liked bonding with her sister and what could be more bonding than a weekend at a horse ranch? But that wasn’t her concern. “Sure, but I still don’t know anything about this place. They don’t even have a website.”\n\n“Not everything needs to have a website.”\n\nVi laughed. “Yes. Yes they do. Try getting a job without the internet.”\n\nFenny rolled her green eyes and brushed away her matching half-cut. She told Vi about Rub Ranch a week ago, having already bought tickets for the weekend. While Vi didn’t have anything else planned, the lack of followthrough from her sister annoyed her. Considering Fenny wasn’t known to be lazy, she’d even stretched before getting in the car, her slacking off on the details just screamed suspicious. \n\nThe fennec sighed, collapsing her forehead against the steering wheel until the stoplight turned green. “How long has it been?” Fenny asked.\n\nKnowing exactly what she meant, Vi blushed. “A month…” \n\n“A month?” \n\n“I’ve been busy at work,” Vi snapped defensively. “A-And my hobbies. Plus with the holidays it makes hangouts hard and–”\n\nFenny shifted into her seat, facing her sister like a cheeky therapist bound by a seatbelt, tented fingers and all. Vi grit her teeth, suppressing the growl at her sister’s grin. “You are the worst.”\n\nThe shorter fennec fox tilted her head with feigned innocence. \n\nShe tried, and failed, to not ask details about the ranch for the rest of their hour-long drive. There was only so much that the endless mass of trees broken by grassland could distract her. Vi didn’t consider herself a city girl on account of city living not being special to her. But the wide open spaces of the countryside seemed desolate for her. Nothing but miles of highway and backroads, with rest stops built with lots for cross-country trucks acting as islands in the paved rivers. \n\nIt was a relief to see a sign pointing them to Rub Ranch off the highway. “So it is real,” Vi said to herself, earning a judging stare from her sister. “What? It could have been fake. Someone could have tricked you.”\n\n“Wow, thank you for the vote of confidence, sis.” Fenny’s sarcasm filled the car like molasses. \n\nRub Ranch had a glossy black sign hung by chains in the archway they drove through. There were three buildings, two of which looked like stables with fenced areas for horses and one that had to be where they checked in. Vi noted a lack of feral horses and other cars when they arrived. By her watch it was only 10AM. So where was everyone? Fenny unbuckled as soon as they parked, leaving before her big sister could share her concerns. \n\nThe first sign of life they found sat behind a black desk in the front hall of the administration building. An auburn stallion with a long mane he bundled into several knots like a parade horse. Big hands tapped the tiny keys in front of his computer as they approached, green eyes locked in a squint at the bright screen. \n\n“Miss and Miss…that’s odd. Can’t quite get your names to load,” The stallion sat straight. Vi first noticed how broad his shoulders were. Her sister’s gaze traveled down the length of his arms. He didn’t have the build of a desk worker, closer to a rancher. Vi wondered if he was. “You wouldn’t happen to be Fenny and Vi, would you? I don’t want to assume but we’ve only got one pair of fennec fox clients today.”\n\n“That’s us,” Fenny said, clamping Vi’s maw shut before she could comment. “We’re not late, are we? My sister here wouldn’t get out of bed and traffic was just a nightmare.”\n\n“No, no, you’re right on time.” The stallion stood up. Vi forgot what she wanted to say in her defense, having lost herself in the stallion’s shadow. Vi and Fenny were used to being overshadowed by others, but the stallion had a solid two feet of height over them. The buttons along his checkered collared shirt looked ready to burst with a single flex, and his belt buckle was emblazoned by a golden heart with the word ‘love’ etched into it. She tried to keep her glance away from the soft outline in his tight jeans, more to avoid staring at it than anything else. \n\n“Name’s Bob,” he held out his hand for each of them. Despite holding back in the shake, Vi knew this man could lift her by the neck if he wanted. She wanted that. Fenny thought the same with her coy smile. “I’m one of the trainers at Rub. I don’t normally meet people in the front but our secretary’s out sick. Bad batch of eggs in his egg salad.”\n\n“Uh huh,” Vi forgot to blink. The alluring call of his hidden abs pulled her gaze like a magnet. Then she snapped back to her senses. “I mean, that’s terrible. Is he going to be alright?”\n\n“Should be. We’ve got great insurance,” He sat back down in a chair one size too small for him and fetched the tiny keyboard. “Ok, just want to be clear on some stuff. Oh, you guys are booking the whole weekend? Ok, we can do that. And your consent forms are here.” \n\nVi vaguely remembered signing something like that. In her defense, Fenny gave her a lot to sign and little time to read it. “Do you guys have a lot of accidents?”\n\nBob looked at her like she’d spoken gibberish. “No. But better safe than sorry. We want you all to have a great time. Speaking of, seems like you ordered separate classes.”\n\n“You mean horses?” Vi corrected. They had one class, but it made no sense to share a horse between them.\n“Nope, two classes. Mary! You finish with your break?”\n\n“Just about.” Vi turned to see an absolute bomb of a black wolf appear from another doorway, patiently licking spare peanut butter off her lips. She stood shorter than Bob but still towered over Vi and carried enough muscle to twist the fennec fox into a pretzel if she so wanted. Her belt buckle carried with initials B.B.W, and she carelessly flicked a strand of dyed ruby red hair. Vi fingered her own blue strands at the sight of it. \n\nFor a solid minute she stared before Fenny nudged her side. “Oh, right. Hi,” Vi said all too quickly, shooting her hand out.\n\nMary gave the fox a bemused look before taking the hand. Vi was right about her strength, she couldn’t have been trying hard yet the fox couldn’t escape from her grip. “First time?”\n\n“Y-Yes,” Vi blushed. “Is it obvious?”\n\n“A little,” Mary lied, “But I was nervous on my first time too. So was Bob, ain’t that right, Bob?” \n\nThe stallion left with a cheeky smiling Fenny by his side. Vi moved to follow but the wolf grabbed her shoulder. “Shouldn’t we go with them?”\n\n“Don’t tell Bob but I struggle to keep focus when he’s around. And I know you’ll want all my focus on you. \n\nVi wasn’t about to say no to that. She followed the wolf down to the stable, her worries melting away at the sight of Mary’s chiseled denim-covered ass. Maybe when this was all said and done she could ask her out? Vi shook her head, realizing that’d be a step too far. Maybe she could have a few more sessions before asking her out. But that’d be wasting a lot of money for a potential lay. \n\nSo locked in her thoughts that Vi didn’t realize they were in the barn until Mary spoke up. “Your clothes can go in one of the lockers over yonder,” Mary pointed to the small rectangular lockers lining the wall, “We’ll get you suited up.”\n\nRather than question why she needed to strip for riding lessons, Vi saw an opportunity to gauge if Mary would be receptive. The fox stripped down to nothing, casting aside her bra and panties for a more natural look. She’d only have a few seconds to read the wolf’s expression before suggesting to slip back into her underwear. The short term embarrassment might be worth it if the wolf liked what she saw. \n\nMary whistled when Vi came back. “Good girl,” her praises were like warm water washing over her. Vi was just about ready to ask something else until she saw a pair of black latex gloves being pulled over her arm. While not well versed in the attire of horse riders, latex didn’t seem like something they’d wear. Her hand bumped up against something solid. She fiddled her fingers for the holes. Finding none, she turned it over to see some sort of black hoof made from rubber. \n\n“Um…I think there’s been some sort of mistake,” Vi looked around the stables. There were no feral horses in place, not any sign that such creatures lived there. “My sister signed us up for lessons.”\n\n“Pony lessons,” Mary nodded, pulling out a pair of matching hooved boots, “You can struggle if you want. That doesn’t cost extra.”\n\n“P-Pony lessons?” Vi blinked, looking back and forth between the wolf and her now hoofed hands. Mary vanished before she could speak up. In seconds the leather straps of a harness clasped over the fox’s face, locking in tight with the fluidity of an expert. She lodged a thick black bit behind her teeth, interceding Vi’s tongue so that everything she said came out slurred and incoherent. \n\nSeeing the mistake for what it was, Vi tried to scamper off. Mary’s muscular arms proved they weren’t for show, lifting the fox by her waist and holding her steady for ropes to hold her still. Hooved boots slipped over kicked out feet, and a body harness locked in place with careful, if forceful, movement of the fox’s arm. A matching pair of blinders cut off her peripheral vision. Mary scratched her neck and whispered soothing noises to calm the fox. To Vi’s humiliation, it worked.\n\n“Last but not least,” Mary pushed Vi’s upper body forward, raising the fox’s ass up. Attempts to safeguard her hole with her tail were answered by tying the appendage to the harness’s posture collar. “Deep breaths, girl. This one’s always a challenge.” Teeth gnawed into the gag as cool gel slathered her backdoor. Then came a push. An intrusion slipping past her rim and digging deep enough to hold in place. \n\nMary whistled. “Seems like someone likes it up the butt.” \n\nRed in the face, Vi’s remaining dignity was spent keeping her standing as the wolf locked her hand hooves to her shoulders. “Judging by the request I can tell you’re not used to pony play. Don’t worry about making mistakes, that’s how we learn. We’ve got the entire day to get better, so let's learn how to walk.”\n\nVi took a step forward without thinking. A quick snap cracked along her backside. Her muffled scream sounded feral to her ears. \n\n“Hold on, missy,” Mary latched a leash to Vi collar, then to a line above them. “I appreciate the excitement but let me explain. You’re a prized pony right now, and prized ponies walk like they know it. Keep your back straight, chest out, head forward, and, most importantly, knees high. Think of it like a strut except without much focus on shaking your ass from side to side.”\n\nThe hoofed boots proved more stable than she expected, but that didn’t stop Vi from floundering her first few steps. Mary clasped her posture collar from behind to help her balance the first ten steps across the room, then the next ten back. She didn’t realize the wolf let go until she turned around to start her forth pass. By her sixth she didn’t need the support line. \n\n“Good girl,” Mary’s praise made her heart flutter. “Love me a quick learner. Bet you’ll be wanting to run races by the time the weekend’s up.” \n\nMary led the ponied-up fox out from the stables into the fields. With her breasts exposed the crisp wind sent shivers along her body, leading her stifled in step. A gentle tap from Mary’s crop reminded Vi to keep moving in stance, though a small part of her hoped for a harsher strike.\n\nWide grasslands stretched beyond what she could see, with rolling hills blanketing the surface. Parted clouds left pockets of shade over the ranch. Starting from the stable was a wooden fence circling around a sizable space of land, broken by a metal gate leading to greener pastures. If she squinted hard enough, Vi could see a metal contraption with hanging hooks surrounded by a paved dirt. What exactly they were called escaped her. \n\nMary clicked her tongue and tugged the leash. “Come on now. Remember, knees high.” Vi’s muttered response turned to a squeal at the crack of Mary’s crop against her flank. “Ponies don’t speak. They huff, neigh, and whinny. Keep that in mind.” \n\nHer handler kept a steady pace ahead of Vi. Her new hooves on grass took several steps to grow used to, but soon the fox made steady high-knee steps. Mary headed to a fast walk when she was sure Vi could handle it. Trouble was that she was sure before Vi was, leaving the bound fox in a constant struggle to keep pace. Every falter came with swift reprimand from the crop, but the sting grew dull compared to her frustrations at the failings. \n\nThen she saw Fenny. Her sister, like herself, had been bound in leather pony gear from head to toe. It took seeing the false tail hanging from the green-haired fennec’s ass for Vi to realize that was what filled her own. Remembering that Fenny set up this little trip and seeing her almost prancing behind the stallion they met earlier, Vi pulled away from Mary with a furious grunt to demand retribution.\n\n“Woah, woah, easy girl,” Mary didn’t let her leave. Being a foot taller and having more muscle made Vi’s attempts fruitless. “What’s gotten into you? You were doing so well.”\n\nWide eyes stared angrily at Mary. When that failed to provoke a reaction, Vi tried pointing with her front hooves. They were too bound to do more than wiggle, so she nudged her head at Fenny and Bob on the other side of the ranch. That seemed to get Mary’s attention.\n\n“Normally we’d wait until you acclimated to socialize, but since this was purchased as a pair…” She thought for a moment, punctuating with a sigh, “Alright, but behave.” Mary pointed her crop toward Vi in a manner that made her want to rest her chin against it. She shook the thought aside, Fenny’s retribution came first. \n\nBob tipped his new cowboy hat at the pair as Vi strutted behind her handler. “What’d you do this time?” He asked Mary, ignoring the fox glaring at his charge.\n\n“Me?” Mary held her hand against her hip, “What makes you think I did anything?”\n\n“How else do you explain your pony’s sour face?” Bob pulled Fenny in, giving her a quick scratch between the ears. Fenny stamped her right hoof twice in appreciation. \n\nThe wolf sighed, “She wanted to struggle and has been uncooperative. You’d think she’d be more eager given what they signed up for.”\n\nVi leered at Fenny. Her sister winked before turning away to let her blinders hide the angry big sister. \n\nThis did not help, as Vi tried to nudge her sister by the shoulder. “Woah, girl!” Vi had to give Mary credit for avoiding hurting her whenever she pulled the reins. The wolf wrapped her close and petted her scalp, whispering soothing hushes to keep her calm. Vi wanted nothing more than to deliver retribution upon her sister, but not knowing exactly what kind made her appreciate her handler’s control. \n\n“She’s certainly a wild one,” Bob absently squished one of Fenny’s breasts. The fox shivered with a blush, leaning into the big man while his fingers teased her nipple. “Makes me glad I got this one. She knows what she wants.”\n\n“You mean she’s easy,” Mary grinned. \n\nBob blushed. Fenny furrowed her brow. The stallion bellowed an anxious laugh and swiftly changed the subject. “Think yours is ready for a race?”\n\nMary shook her head, “Nah. Not after that outburst. Need to get her to cool down first then learn what entices her.”\nVi would have spoken up to say they could just ask her, but the way Mary held her riding crop made her reconsider trying. The wolf, reading her like an open book, winked. \n\nBob scratched the cleft of hair on his chin as he nodded along. “Hmm…” He squinted over the horizon. “How about some time on the hot walker?”\n\n“They’ll be too tired to race for that.”\n\n“They paid for the whole weekend,” He looked at Fenny, “You wouldn’t mind pushing off a race until later, would you? Gotta get your sister in the mood after all.” Fenny answered with one stomp. Vi, judging by Bob’s smile, guessed that meant no. “Good. Keep an eye on them Mary, I’ll go get the cooler.” \n\nNot wanting her ass red with marks, Vi did her utmost in ignoring Fenny when Mary took them both beyond the fence. Focusing on the high-kneed movement helped block out plenty of things, like the windchill or her sister’s muffled snicker. The Hot Walker, as Bob called it, was the metal contraption she noticed earlier. It reminded her of a carousel except without anything to ride. A few hooks and strap later, and it became obvious why it was so familiar. \nWith her sister strapped to an opposite bar, Vi would need to turn her head to see her through the gaps in metal. Mary, expecting this, made a point to keep a close pace behind the fox as the duo moved along their dirt paved track. The monotonous task combined with her blinders made slipping into the role easier than she expected, to the point that when Mary brushed up and whispered at her like a person she needed a firm hand on her shoulder to not be startled. \n\n“So, I can guess your sister didn’t tell you what exactly was going on. First, I’d like to apologize for the assumption. Plenty of clients like to roleplay that they’re being kidnapped or something and I’m a people pleaser at heart. So if you want off this wild ride, you can give me one stomp for no, two for yes.”\n\nVi raised her hoof.\n\n“But,” Mary held her palm out, “But before you make that decision, know that if you want to show your sister up, I know the best way. You’ll just need to stay in character. And…” Mary’s goved fingers tiptoed up Vi’s exposed stomach, between her breasts, and tilted her head by the chin. Her gagged maw raised to Mary’s lips, their breaths mixing as one. “I can promise there’ll be a worthwhile reward.” \n\nVi, lying to herself, believed that she’d say no in normal circumstances. But Mary’s brown eyes were quite convincing, as was the way her arm muscles subtly moved underneath her fur. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that Mary could carry her like a small sack of potatoes and do all sorts of things to her before the fox’s feet touched the ground. \n\nShe stomped once. Mary grinned. Strong fingers pinched the fox’s nipples and pulled ever so slightly, leading her along the Hot Walker. Vi bit back her wincing, only for Mary to smack her backside by the crop. \n\n“Don’t hold back,” she whispered, slipping a hand down her thigh. “Let her hear everything.”\n\nWhen her walk faltered Mary corrected it. When Vi’s pace slowed Mary pinched her. When she kept steady the wolf kissed her nape hard enough that she felt teeth. Powerful arms coiled around, holding her steady as hips slammed into her with nothing between them. Vi’s grunts echoed into the open air. Mary made sure Vi’s head stayed straight. \nBeing responsible for both Mary had to leave Vi alone to check up on Fenny. She heard nothing special coming from her sister’s side, and before she knew it Mary was behind her again with her fingers prodding where she pleased. Vi could imagine how frustrated her sibling must have been to hear everything and receive none of it. Bob didn’t intervene when he arrived with the cooler. He simply watched Mary work, much to the dismay of the green-haired fennec. \n\nOf course Vi had a limit. Whatever retribution she enjoyed against her sister, her body couldn’t keep up with the teasing before breaking down. Were it not for the harness and Mary’s quick reflexes she’d have hit the dirt. \n“This one’s out of commission,” Mary turned to Bob, “Think they’re ready to pack it in?” \n\nThe stallion checked his wrist for a watch that wasn’t there, then checked the sun. “It’s about noon. Figure it’s time.” \n“Can you walk?” Mary asked, “One for no, two for yes.”\n\nVi stomped once. She could walk, but she didn’t want to. Mary hoisted the fox over her shoulder, letting her watch Bob lead her sister behind them back to the stables. She didn’t notice that Fenny and Bob were following into the same one until he closed the doors behind them. \n\nLeaving her on the rubber padded floor, Mary grabbed a winch and chain to loop through the harness. Noticing Bob doing the same to her sister, Vi tried to ask what was happening only to get another switch slap on the bum. “Ponies don’t speak, remember?” Mary whispered, her voice more sultry than normal. \n\nHydraulics whirred on as both foxes were raised to their feet and beyond. Bob unzipped his jeans. Her nose perked up at the sudden scent of sweat and musk emanating from across the room. His cock slipped out, half-erect yet overshadowing Fenny’s greedy lustdrunk face. \n\n“I suppose he’s got a good one, if you’re into that,” Mary said, twisting her captive around to see the wolf naked of everything save for a purple strap, “But I’ve got more options.” \n\nThe euphoric cry of her sister caught her ears in alarm. Vi watched Fenny’s body shudder and ease as Bob slipped in from behind, his cock stretching her out inch by inch. Her teeth gnawed into the bit like a wild animal, making her grunts feral. Bob towered over her, needing to grab the hanging reins to keep her steady. Light glinted off the tiny droplets of desire that fell from her sex.\n\nStrong feminine hands spread her cheeks. Vi held her breath, tensing at the sudden drag of Mary’s digits along her lips. Her breathing quickened. One slipped inside, then another, playing the fox like an instrument. \n\n“I could smell your heat before I saw you,” Mary whispered, slowly exploring her pony’s privates. “It spiked when you met me. Despite all that shock and playful refusal, I know you want this. You need this.”\n\nVi whined when she pulled out, proving the wolf right. Envy hooked into her while she watched Bob pound her sister. He seemed to know right when she was about to acclimate before sinking deeper, hitting the perfect spot between pleasure and helplessness. The squirt of a lube bottle and its wet sloppy coating urged her to look back, only for wet fingers to drench her hair as Mary kept her forward. \n\n“Did you know breeders prefer to use two stallions for their mares? One is of course the stud, but the other is the teaser. They’re meant to get the mare attracted and distracted for the stud to mount her.” Mary brushed the tip of her strap-on’s cockhead along the fox’s wet folds, “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how effective that is.”\n\nVi begged for her to stop teasing her but the gag made it fruitless. The wolf obliged. The thick toy sank past her folds, filling her in and sleeping out in a pattern of thrusts that made the fox swing. \n\nLike Bob she was slow, easing into the fox. But when it became clear Vi could take it, Mary bucked into her so hard the force made her swing back into the full toy. Breasts pressed against her back in a mighty hug as the deep squelching thrusts became quick plapping echoes that bounced off the walls and mixed with Vi’s gagged pants. \n\nBy the end of this, she’d have to thank Fenny. After telling her off. \n\n\n***\n\n\n“So we’re not sleeping in the stables?” Fenny’s ears dropped in her disappointment. Vi breathed a sigh of relief when Bob explained the dangers of doing that. The achs in her arms and legs from prancing like a pony all day made the idea of sleeping in that gear exhausting. \n\n“Think of it this way,” Mary chimed in, tossing a rolled up blanket to both of them. She’d taken the liberty of leading them to the rooms they’d be staying for the night. They were spartan, with little more than a futon and a shared bathroom. “This way you won’t have to call for us if you need to use the can at night. Unless you think you can operate a toilet with those hooves.”\n\n“Point taken,” Fenny raised both her hands and weaved past her and Vi into her bedroom. There was enough space that Vi could have joined her. She thought about asking Fenny about why she bought two rooms, but Mary answered that with a wink. \n\n“I hope you don’t mind staying up a little later,” Mary closed the door behind her, “Next session starts at ten.” \n\n“I can sleep in,” Vi rolled out her blanket over the futon, “Can you be late?” \n\n“Wouldn’t be the first time.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Where did you find this place again?” Vi asked for what she guessed was the hundredth time if her sister’s scoff was anything to go by. In her defense, Fenny had neglected to answer her properly from the start. The shorter fennec either brushed it off or dismissed her question with a smile that told her to stop asking. She wondered which of the two would happen this time.

Fenny didn’t look up from her phone. “Relax,” she said, politely dismissive. “You’ll like it.”

Vi didn’t doubt she would. She liked bonding with her sister and what could be more bonding than a weekend at a horse ranch? But that wasn’t her concern. “Sure, but I still don’t know anything about this place. They don’t even have a website.”

“Not everything needs to have a website.”

Vi laughed. “Yes. Yes they do. Try getting a job without the internet.”

Fenny rolled her green eyes and brushed away her matching half-cut. She told Vi about Rub Ranch a week ago, having already bought tickets for the weekend. While Vi didn’t have anything else planned, the lack of followthrough from her sister annoyed her. Considering Fenny wasn’t known to be lazy, she’d even stretched before getting in the car, her slacking off on the details just screamed suspicious.

The fennec sighed, collapsing her forehead against the steering wheel until the stoplight turned green. “How long has it been?” Fenny asked.

Knowing exactly what she meant, Vi blushed. “A month…”

“A month?”

“I’ve been busy at work,” Vi snapped defensively. “A-And my hobbies. Plus with the holidays it makes hangouts hard and–”

Fenny shifted into her seat, facing her sister like a cheeky therapist bound by a seatbelt, tented fingers and all. Vi grit her teeth, suppressing the growl at her sister’s grin. “You are the worst.”

The shorter fennec fox tilted her head with feigned innocence.

She tried, and failed, to not ask details about the ranch for the rest of their hour-long drive. There was only so much that the endless mass of trees broken by grassland could distract her. Vi didn’t consider herself a city girl on account of city living not being special to her. But the wide open spaces of the countryside seemed desolate for her. Nothing but miles of highway and backroads, with rest stops built with lots for cross-country trucks acting as islands in the paved rivers.

It was a relief to see a sign pointing them to Rub Ranch off the highway. “So it is real,” Vi said to herself, earning a judging stare from her sister. “What? It could have been fake. Someone could have tricked you.”

“Wow, thank you for the vote of confidence, sis.” Fenny’s sarcasm filled the car like molasses.

Rub Ranch had a glossy black sign hung by chains in the archway they drove through. There were three buildings, two of which looked like stables with fenced areas for horses and one that had to be where they checked in. Vi noted a lack of feral horses and other cars when they arrived. By her watch it was only 10AM. So where was everyone? Fenny unbuckled as soon as they parked, leaving before her big sister could share her concerns.

The first sign of life they found sat behind a black desk in the front hall of the administration building. An auburn stallion with a long mane he bundled into several knots like a parade horse. Big hands tapped the tiny keys in front of his computer as they approached, green eyes locked in a squint at the bright screen.

“Miss and Miss…that’s odd. Can’t quite get your names to load,” The stallion sat straight. Vi first noticed how broad his shoulders were. Her sister’s gaze traveled down the length of his arms. He didn’t have the build of a desk worker, closer to a rancher. Vi wondered if he was. “You wouldn’t happen to be Fenny and Vi, would you? I don’t want to assume but we’ve only got one pair of fennec fox clients today.”

“That’s us,” Fenny said, clamping Vi’s maw shut before she could comment. “We’re not late, are we? My sister here wouldn’t get out of bed and traffic was just a nightmare.”

“No, no, you’re right on time.” The stallion stood up. Vi forgot what she wanted to say in her defense, having lost herself in the stallion’s shadow. Vi and Fenny were used to being overshadowed by others, but the stallion had a solid two feet of height over them. The buttons along his checkered collared shirt looked ready to burst with a single flex, and his belt buckle was emblazoned by a golden heart with the word ‘love’ etched into it. She tried to keep her glance away from the soft outline in his tight jeans, more to avoid staring at it than anything else.

“Name’s Bob,” he held out his hand for each of them. Despite holding back in the shake, Vi knew this man could lift her by the neck if he wanted. She wanted that. Fenny thought the same with her coy smile. “I’m one of the trainers at Rub. I don’t normally meet people in the front but our secretary’s out sick. Bad batch of eggs in his egg salad.”

“Uh huh,” Vi forgot to blink. The alluring call of his hidden abs pulled her gaze like a magnet. Then she snapped back to her senses. “I mean, that’s terrible. Is he going to be alright?”

“Should be. We’ve got great insurance,” He sat back down in a chair one size too small for him and fetched the tiny keyboard. “Ok, just want to be clear on some stuff. Oh, you guys are booking the whole weekend? Ok, we can do that. And your consent forms are here.”

Vi vaguely remembered signing something like that. In her defense, Fenny gave her a lot to sign and little time to read it. “Do you guys have a lot of accidents?”

Bob looked at her like she’d spoken gibberish. “No. But better safe than sorry. We want you all to have a great time. Speaking of, seems like you ordered separate classes.”

“You mean horses?” Vi corrected. They had one class, but it made no sense to share a horse between them.
“Nope, two classes. Mary! You finish with your break?”

“Just about.” Vi turned to see an absolute bomb of a black wolf appear from another doorway, patiently licking spare peanut butter off her lips. She stood shorter than Bob but still towered over Vi and carried enough muscle to twist the fennec fox into a pretzel if she so wanted. Her belt buckle carried with initials B.B.W, and she carelessly flicked a strand of dyed ruby red hair. Vi fingered her own blue strands at the sight of it.

For a solid minute she stared before Fenny nudged her side. “Oh, right. Hi,” Vi said all too quickly, shooting her hand out.

Mary gave the fox a bemused look before taking the hand. Vi was right about her strength, she couldn’t have been trying hard yet the fox couldn’t escape from her grip. “First time?”

“Y-Yes,” Vi blushed. “Is it obvious?”

“A little,” Mary lied, “But I was nervous on my first time too. So was Bob, ain’t that right, Bob?”

The stallion left with a cheeky smiling Fenny by his side. Vi moved to follow but the wolf grabbed her shoulder. “Shouldn’t we go with them?”

“Don’t tell Bob but I struggle to keep focus when he’s around. And I know you’ll want all my focus on you.

Vi wasn’t about to say no to that. She followed the wolf down to the stable, her worries melting away at the sight of Mary’s chiseled denim-covered ass. Maybe when this was all said and done she could ask her out? Vi shook her head, realizing that’d be a step too far. Maybe she could have a few more sessions before asking her out. But that’d be wasting a lot of money for a potential lay.

So locked in her thoughts that Vi didn’t realize they were in the barn until Mary spoke up. “Your clothes can go in one of the lockers over yonder,” Mary pointed to the small rectangular lockers lining the wall, “We’ll get you suited up.”

Rather than question why she needed to strip for riding lessons, Vi saw an opportunity to gauge if Mary would be receptive. The fox stripped down to nothing, casting aside her bra and panties for a more natural look. She’d only have a few seconds to read the wolf’s expression before suggesting to slip back into her underwear. The short term embarrassment might be worth it if the wolf liked what she saw.

Mary whistled when Vi came back. “Good girl,” her praises were like warm water washing over her. Vi was just about ready to ask something else until she saw a pair of black latex gloves being pulled over her arm. While not well versed in the attire of horse riders, latex didn’t seem like something they’d wear. Her hand bumped up against something solid. She fiddled her fingers for the holes. Finding none, she turned it over to see some sort of black hoof made from rubber.

“Um…I think there’s been some sort of mistake,” Vi looked around the stables. There were no feral horses in place, not any sign that such creatures lived there. “My sister signed us up for lessons.”

“Pony lessons,” Mary nodded, pulling out a pair of matching hooved boots, “You can struggle if you want. That doesn’t cost extra.”

“P-Pony lessons?” Vi blinked, looking back and forth between the wolf and her now hoofed hands. Mary vanished before she could speak up. In seconds the leather straps of a harness clasped over the fox’s face, locking in tight with the fluidity of an expert. She lodged a thick black bit behind her teeth, interceding Vi’s tongue so that everything she said came out slurred and incoherent.

Seeing the mistake for what it was, Vi tried to scamper off. Mary’s muscular arms proved they weren’t for show, lifting the fox by her waist and holding her steady for ropes to hold her still. Hooved boots slipped over kicked out feet, and a body harness locked in place with careful, if forceful, movement of the fox’s arm. A matching pair of blinders cut off her peripheral vision. Mary scratched her neck and whispered soothing noises to calm the fox. To Vi’s humiliation, it worked.

“Last but not least,” Mary pushed Vi’s upper body forward, raising the fox’s ass up. Attempts to safeguard her hole with her tail were answered by tying the appendage to the harness’s posture collar. “Deep breaths, girl. This one’s always a challenge.” Teeth gnawed into the gag as cool gel slathered her backdoor. Then came a push. An intrusion slipping past her rim and digging deep enough to hold in place.

Mary whistled. “Seems like someone likes it up the butt.”

Red in the face, Vi’s remaining dignity was spent keeping her standing as the wolf locked her hand hooves to her shoulders. “Judging by the request I can tell you’re not used to pony play. Don’t worry about making mistakes, that’s how we learn. We’ve got the entire day to get better, so let's learn how to walk.”

Vi took a step forward without thinking. A quick snap cracked along her backside. Her muffled scream sounded feral to her ears.

“Hold on, missy,” Mary latched a leash to Vi collar, then to a line above them. “I appreciate the excitement but let me explain. You’re a prized pony right now, and prized ponies walk like they know it. Keep your back straight, chest out, head forward, and, most importantly, knees high. Think of it like a strut except without much focus on shaking your ass from side to side.”

The hoofed boots proved more stable than she expected, but that didn’t stop Vi from floundering her first few steps. Mary clasped her posture collar from behind to help her balance the first ten steps across the room, then the next ten back. She didn’t realize the wolf let go until she turned around to start her forth pass. By her sixth she didn’t need the support line.

“Good girl,” Mary’s praise made her heart flutter. “Love me a quick learner. Bet you’ll be wanting to run races by the time the weekend’s up.”

Mary led the ponied-up fox out from the stables into the fields. With her breasts exposed the crisp wind sent shivers along her body, leading her stifled in step. A gentle tap from Mary’s crop reminded Vi to keep moving in stance, though a small part of her hoped for a harsher strike.

Wide grasslands stretched beyond what she could see, with rolling hills blanketing the surface. Parted clouds left pockets of shade over the ranch. Starting from the stable was a wooden fence circling around a sizable space of land, broken by a metal gate leading to greener pastures. If she squinted hard enough, Vi could see a metal contraption with hanging hooks surrounded by a paved dirt. What exactly they were called escaped her.

Mary clicked her tongue and tugged the leash. “Come on now. Remember, knees high.” Vi’s muttered response turned to a squeal at the crack of Mary’s crop against her flank. “Ponies don’t speak. They huff, neigh, and whinny. Keep that in mind.”

Her handler kept a steady pace ahead of Vi. Her new hooves on grass took several steps to grow used to, but soon the fox made steady high-knee steps. Mary headed to a fast walk when she was sure Vi could handle it. Trouble was that she was sure before Vi was, leaving the bound fox in a constant struggle to keep pace. Every falter came with swift reprimand from the crop, but the sting grew dull compared to her frustrations at the failings.

Then she saw Fenny. Her sister, like herself, had been bound in leather pony gear from head to toe. It took seeing the false tail hanging from the green-haired fennec’s ass for Vi to realize that was what filled her own. Remembering that Fenny set up this little trip and seeing her almost prancing behind the stallion they met earlier, Vi pulled away from Mary with a furious grunt to demand retribution.

“Woah, woah, easy girl,” Mary didn’t let her leave. Being a foot taller and having more muscle made Vi’s attempts fruitless. “What’s gotten into you? You were doing so well.”

Wide eyes stared angrily at Mary. When that failed to provoke a reaction, Vi tried pointing with her front hooves. They were too bound to do more than wiggle, so she nudged her head at Fenny and Bob on the other side of the ranch. That seemed to get Mary’s attention.

“Normally we’d wait until you acclimated to socialize, but since this was purchased as a pair…” She thought for a moment, punctuating with a sigh, “Alright, but behave.” Mary pointed her crop toward Vi in a manner that made her want to rest her chin against it. She shook the thought aside, Fenny’s retribution came first.

Bob tipped his new cowboy hat at the pair as Vi strutted behind her handler. “What’d you do this time?” He asked Mary, ignoring the fox glaring at his charge.

“Me?” Mary held her hand against her hip, “What makes you think I did anything?”

“How else do you explain your pony’s sour face?” Bob pulled Fenny in, giving her a quick scratch between the ears. Fenny stamped her right hoof twice in appreciation.

The wolf sighed, “She wanted to struggle and has been uncooperative. You’d think she’d be more eager given what they signed up for.”

Vi leered at Fenny. Her sister winked before turning away to let her blinders hide the angry big sister.

This did not help, as Vi tried to nudge her sister by the shoulder. “Woah, girl!” Vi had to give Mary credit for avoiding hurting her whenever she pulled the reins. The wolf wrapped her close and petted her scalp, whispering soothing hushes to keep her calm. Vi wanted nothing more than to deliver retribution upon her sister, but not knowing exactly what kind made her appreciate her handler’s control.

“She’s certainly a wild one,” Bob absently squished one of Fenny’s breasts. The fox shivered with a blush, leaning into the big man while his fingers teased her nipple. “Makes me glad I got this one. She knows what she wants.”

“You mean she’s easy,” Mary grinned.

Bob blushed. Fenny furrowed her brow. The stallion bellowed an anxious laugh and swiftly changed the subject. “Think yours is ready for a race?”

Mary shook her head, “Nah. Not after that outburst. Need to get her to cool down first then learn what entices her.”
Vi would have spoken up to say they could just ask her, but the way Mary held her riding crop made her reconsider trying. The wolf, reading her like an open book, winked.

Bob scratched the cleft of hair on his chin as he nodded along. “Hmm…” He squinted over the horizon. “How about some time on the hot walker?”

“They’ll be too tired to race for that.”

“They paid for the whole weekend,” He looked at Fenny, “You wouldn’t mind pushing off a race until later, would you? Gotta get your sister in the mood after all.” Fenny answered with one stomp. Vi, judging by Bob’s smile, guessed that meant no. “Good. Keep an eye on them Mary, I’ll go get the cooler.”

Not wanting her ass red with marks, Vi did her utmost in ignoring Fenny when Mary took them both beyond the fence. Focusing on the high-kneed movement helped block out plenty of things, like the windchill or her sister’s muffled snicker. The Hot Walker, as Bob called it, was the metal contraption she noticed earlier. It reminded her of a carousel except without anything to ride. A few hooks and strap later, and it became obvious why it was so familiar.
With her sister strapped to an opposite bar, Vi would need to turn her head to see her through the gaps in metal. Mary, expecting this, made a point to keep a close pace behind the fox as the duo moved along their dirt paved track. The monotonous task combined with her blinders made slipping into the role easier than she expected, to the point that when Mary brushed up and whispered at her like a person she needed a firm hand on her shoulder to not be startled.

“So, I can guess your sister didn’t tell you what exactly was going on. First, I’d like to apologize for the assumption. Plenty of clients like to roleplay that they’re being kidnapped or something and I’m a people pleaser at heart. So if you want off this wild ride, you can give me one stomp for no, two for yes.”

Vi raised her hoof.

“But,” Mary held her palm out, “But before you make that decision, know that if you want to show your sister up, I know the best way. You’ll just need to stay in character. And…” Mary’s goved fingers tiptoed up Vi’s exposed stomach, between her breasts, and tilted her head by the chin. Her gagged maw raised to Mary’s lips, their breaths mixing as one. “I can promise there’ll be a worthwhile reward.”

Vi, lying to herself, believed that she’d say no in normal circumstances. But Mary’s brown eyes were quite convincing, as was the way her arm muscles subtly moved underneath her fur. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that Mary could carry her like a small sack of potatoes and do all sorts of things to her before the fox’s feet touched the ground.

She stomped once. Mary grinned. Strong fingers pinched the fox’s nipples and pulled ever so slightly, leading her along the Hot Walker. Vi bit back her wincing, only for Mary to smack her backside by the crop.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered, slipping a hand down her thigh. “Let her hear everything.”

When her walk faltered Mary corrected it. When Vi’s pace slowed Mary pinched her. When she kept steady the wolf kissed her nape hard enough that she felt teeth. Powerful arms coiled around, holding her steady as hips slammed into her with nothing between them. Vi’s grunts echoed into the open air. Mary made sure Vi’s head stayed straight.
Being responsible for both Mary had to leave Vi alone to check up on Fenny. She heard nothing special coming from her sister’s side, and before she knew it Mary was behind her again with her fingers prodding where she pleased. Vi could imagine how frustrated her sibling must have been to hear everything and receive none of it. Bob didn’t intervene when he arrived with the cooler. He simply watched Mary work, much to the dismay of the green-haired fennec.

Of course Vi had a limit. Whatever retribution she enjoyed against her sister, her body couldn’t keep up with the teasing before breaking down. Were it not for the harness and Mary’s quick reflexes she’d have hit the dirt.
“This one’s out of commission,” Mary turned to Bob, “Think they’re ready to pack it in?”

The stallion checked his wrist for a watch that wasn’t there, then checked the sun. “It’s about noon. Figure it’s time.”
“Can you walk?” Mary asked, “One for no, two for yes.”

Vi stomped once. She could walk, but she didn’t want to. Mary hoisted the fox over her shoulder, letting her watch Bob lead her sister behind them back to the stables. She didn’t notice that Fenny and Bob were following into the same one until he closed the doors behind them.

Leaving her on the rubber padded floor, Mary grabbed a winch and chain to loop through the harness. Noticing Bob doing the same to her sister, Vi tried to ask what was happening only to get another switch slap on the bum. “Ponies don’t speak, remember?” Mary whispered, her voice more sultry than normal.

Hydraulics whirred on as both foxes were raised to their feet and beyond. Bob unzipped his jeans. Her nose perked up at the sudden scent of sweat and musk emanating from across the room. His cock slipped out, half-erect yet overshadowing Fenny’s greedy lustdrunk face.

“I suppose he’s got a good one, if you’re into that,” Mary said, twisting her captive around to see the wolf naked of everything save for a purple strap, “But I’ve got more options.”

The euphoric cry of her sister caught her ears in alarm. Vi watched Fenny’s body shudder and ease as Bob slipped in from behind, his cock stretching her out inch by inch. Her teeth gnawed into the bit like a wild animal, making her grunts feral. Bob towered over her, needing to grab the hanging reins to keep her steady. Light glinted off the tiny droplets of desire that fell from her sex.

Strong feminine hands spread her cheeks. Vi held her breath, tensing at the sudden drag of Mary’s digits along her lips. Her breathing quickened. One slipped inside, then another, playing the fox like an instrument.

“I could smell your heat before I saw you,” Mary whispered, slowly exploring her pony’s privates. “It spiked when you met me. Despite all that shock and playful refusal, I know you want this. You need this.”

Vi whined when she pulled out, proving the wolf right. Envy hooked into her while she watched Bob pound her sister. He seemed to know right when she was about to acclimate before sinking deeper, hitting the perfect spot between pleasure and helplessness. The squirt of a lube bottle and its wet sloppy coating urged her to look back, only for wet fingers to drench her hair as Mary kept her forward.

“Did you know breeders prefer to use two stallions for their mares? One is of course the stud, but the other is the teaser. They’re meant to get the mare attracted and distracted for the stud to mount her.” Mary brushed the tip of her strap-on’s cockhead along the fox’s wet folds, “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how effective that is.”

Vi begged for her to stop teasing her but the gag made it fruitless. The wolf obliged. The thick toy sank past her folds, filling her in and sleeping out in a pattern of thrusts that made the fox swing.

Like Bob she was slow, easing into the fox. But when it became clear Vi could take it, Mary bucked into her so hard the force made her swing back into the full toy. Breasts pressed against her back in a mighty hug as the deep squelching thrusts became quick plapping echoes that bounced off the walls and mixed with Vi’s gagged pants.

By the end of this, she’d have to thank Fenny. After telling her off.


***


“So we’re not sleeping in the stables?” Fenny’s ears dropped in her disappointment. Vi breathed a sigh of relief when Bob explained the dangers of doing that. The achs in her arms and legs from prancing like a pony all day made the idea of sleeping in that gear exhausting.

“Think of it this way,” Mary chimed in, tossing a rolled up blanket to both of them. She’d taken the liberty of leading them to the rooms they’d be staying for the night. They were spartan, with little more than a futon and a shared bathroom. “This way you won’t have to call for us if you need to use the can at night. Unless you think you can operate a toilet with those hooves.”

“Point taken,” Fenny raised both her hands and weaved past her and Vi into her bedroom. There was enough space that Vi could have joined her. She thought about asking Fenny about why she bought two rooms, but Mary answered that with a wink.

“I hope you don’t mind staying up a little later,” Mary closed the door behind her, “Next session starts at ten.”

“I can sleep in,” Vi rolled out her blanket over the futon, “Can you be late?”

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