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Enjoy!", "writing": " Vi didn’t expect to be back at the Rub Ranch so soon. Not that she didn’t plan on coming back, with or without her sister’s machinations. She just expected it’d take a year or, at least six months, to work up the courage to go down there again. So, of course, Fenny found a way to get her through the gate entrance just three months later. \n \n Except this time there was no session planned. More of a proposal. A proposal that made Vi cringe in the seat of Bob’s office the moment Fenny explained it. For his part, the stallion took it seriously. Serious in the way where his face said, “Are you serious?” with a simple raised brow. She didn’t know why but the long faces of equines were the most painful to look at when they were being judgy. \n \n “So yeah, that’s the pitch.” Fenny plopped back into her seat, crossing her legs like she’d scored a major deal. “What do you think?”\n \n Bob, with his fingers tented, leaned forward then back into his chair. He looked to the ceiling, giving both girls ample view of his tight checked button-down shirt without realizing it as he expanded his diaphragm with a deep sigh. \n \n “So, let me get this straight.” Bob used two fingers to point out both sisters. “You both want to enter the competition in Cedar Brook. The same competition that’s not only a month away, but also the biggest ponyplay expo this side of the country? And you want to compete with people who’ve been doing ponyplay for years? You sure you don’t just want to go there as guests?”\n \n “There’s no proficiency requirement to enter,” said Vi, curling a finger around her brunette hair as she kept her gaze from matching Bob’s.\n \n Bob’s lips wiggled with a hefty huff. “There should be,” he muttered. \n \n “But there isn’t. And we’d like to enter,” said Fenny.\n \n “Ok? Why tell me?” His chair clicked as he leaned back. “It’s not like you need a sponsor for the events.”\n \n “No, but we’ll need a trainer,” Fenny said. “We’ve only done ponyplay once. We don’t even have all the gear needed to compete on our own. We’re not asking for a sponsorship, we’ll pay you for the fees.”\n \n “I know what you can pay. That’s not the issue.” Bob got up from his chair and circled to the window where outside on the ranch handlers were playing with paying customers trussed up as ponies. “The issue is timing. You’re asking us to risk our name to put you in that race. Sponsorship or not, my rep would be on the line and I’ve got only a month to shove half a year of knowledge and skills into you. You’d basically have to stop being people for a month and stay on the ranch in the meantime. That’s a tall order.”\n \n “Could be fun though,” Mary said. The black wolf had been watching the meeting from the office doorway. She might as well have been the door for how she leaned on the frame. “I mean, when’s the last time we had any hardcore clients?” \n \n Despite Mary’s invitation, Vi hadn’t seen the black wolf since her last visit with Fenny. Not that she didn’t want to come. Time just got away with her. What with business meetings, mergers, and a bunch of other corporate jargon she’d love to explain if asked. Mary didn’t seem invested in asking. Vi, for her part, found it hard to look anywhere but the wolfess’s arms. Bob’s may have been thick enough to snap her neck, but Mary carried enough strength to pin her down and make it seem like she had a chance in all the best ways. \n \n Bob’s lip fluttering sigh brought her back to reality. “Too long.” He leaned back into his seat and, for a moment, looked to consider the idea. Fenny, made more obvious by the fox’s short stature, tried to peer over his desk to see if the idea was giving him other thoughts. Everyone noticed. No one said anything. \n \n “We’d need to start tomorrow.” Bob pulled out a contract. Fenny took a pen but he waved it away. “Not now. I want you both to read over the contract carefully to understand what you’re signing up for.”\n \n “You just have a contract on hand for this sort of thing?” Vi asked.\n \n Bob chuckled. Blinked. Then pulled the contract back. “I’ll send you both an email with an updated contract. You will read it tonight and then decide. If you do, I expect you both to be here before sun up. We’ve got a lot of practice to do and not a lot of time to do it.”\n \n Mary waved Vi a kiss as the sisters left. She kept thinking about it on the drive home, so much that she didn’t realize Fenny already opened the document and signed her name. As always, Vi had to be responsible and read the damn thing.\n \n “A whole month off?” Vi looked back, aghast in her living room with the contract on the screen. “I can’t take a whole month off.”\n \n “Yeah you can,” Fenny said, “I’ve seen your PTO. You’ve been hoarding vacation hours like a dragon with gold.”\n \n “Well, that’s for a special occasion.”\n \n “How very dragon of you.”\n \n It was more than that. A month off was one thing, but a month living at the stables in bondage near full time was another. Bob clarified that in order to get in the mindset of a pony they needed to be them and never stop. Fed, groomed, exercised, and all around everything they’d do involved being in gear. She supposed that made it easier since they needed to catch up with those who did it as a regular hobby, but this was borderline slavery without the forced labor. “Fenny, don’t you think this is a little extreme.”\n \n “What’s extreme is that you have three years of PTO saved up. Look, just sign the paper and worry about it later. There’s even a safeword clause. Just stop worrying and sign the damn thing so we can get to bed early.” \n \n Vi sighed and signed, muttering to herself that it wasn’t insane to have that much PTO saved up. It was, but she didn’t like admitting it.\n \n Her bosses were thrilled. Vi glued her eyes to the screen that morning on the way over. Fenny offered to drive so she had nothing better to do. \n \n “You’ve earned this!” her boss said.\n \n “Go sightseeing!” her boss’s boss said.\n \n “If you need reservations in any country, let me know. I know people,” said the boss of both her bosses, which might have been the CEO or someone close. The corporate structure got confusing after a while and she didn’t want to explain it to Fenny. The realization that she was considered the resident workaholic was bad enough as is, leaving her silent on the ride over.\n \n Dawn broke when they parked. Mary met them outside and offered them some freshly brewed coffee. They turned it down, having already gotten something on the way. They headed to the main building but the wolf led them to the stables. “Fine mares like yourselves aren’t fit for people places,” she said, grinning. \n \n Fenny whistled when she saw Bob and Vi felt all the hotter at the sight. The stallion wore little, replacing his tight plaided collared shirt with a black leather vest that exposed his bare chest and hefty arms, a jockstrap that left little to the imagination and leather chaps to amplify what they saw, and a black cowboy hat. Sunlight broke through the rafters to glint off his belt buckle. He tipped his hat with black leather-gloved fingers. \n \n “Morning ladies, or should I say ponies?” He mused aloud. Bob held a hand up before either Fenny or Vi spoke. “Now, now, you all signed the contract so you’re ponies now. That means you don’t speak like people. To answer your first question,” he looked at Fenny, “No. I will not be dressing like this every day. This is just a treat to get you girls excited for what’s to come. For the next month me and Mary will be training you both. First week I’ll be in charge of your mornings and Mary will be in charge of your afternoons and evenings. Next week we switch, and we continue like this until the big event. Now strip down so we can gear you up for basics.”\n \n Mary helped with the gear, taking her time to ensure every leather strap along Vi’s body was tight enough. First were the head harnesses and gags, latched in place to keep them quiet and designed to be loosened but not fully removed until much later. Once the bit was locked in place Vi knew she wasn’t going to be speaking. After that came the hoof-fisted gloves that made her arms little more than decorations. Helping with this were the leather cuffs latched to her wrists and the chain leading from her affixed collar, forcing the arms up like she was pleading. \n \n “Think of those as training wheels,” Mary said when sliding the hooved boots up Vi’s legs. “By the time we’re done you should have your arms in position by reflex. You might even walk around like that normally.” Her added laugh was cute but didn’t help calm Vi. Then again, she suspected they didn’t want her calm when the chastity belt came up.\n \n “These do not come off without our say.” Bob explained, letting Mary latch each belt tight over the girl’s crotches. “For this entire month you both will be denied and, occasionally, edged. This will improve focus and, if directed properly, performance. Don’t worry about needing to use the restroom and such. We have stuff set in place for that.”\n \n He gave a thorough instruction of the belts to emphasize their material and long-term use. Vi, normally polite and attentive, found herself nodding off during it. Eventually she felt the thwack of a horsecrop against skin, realized Bob had grabbed one, and got to moving on his instruction. \n \n “Knees up.” Using the crop he thread it under her knees to direct how high the legs needed to be. Vi figured she needed practice, but when he didn’t stop she had a moment of reflection that this was all a very bad idea. Having to do a high-knee exercise with every step was not her idea of fun. \n \n Bob, realizing this, set both the girls up at a posture training station. Two posts, each a meter tall, separated at six meters with a long metal bar between them. Each post had notches to adjust the height of the bar. The pony using it, Vi first, was made to walk from one station to the other with the bar between their legs without being allowed to touch it. Special censors that Bob strapped to her would beep if the chastity shield touched it. If it did, she'd start over. If she didn’t keep her knees high with each step, she’d start over. If she didn’t keep her back straight, she’d start over. \n \n Vi stopped counting the sensor beeps when the noon sun rose. Fenny hadn’t fared any better. \n \n Lunch was served via a protein shake strapped to their faces like a bag of oats. He shook his head with empathy when Vi cringed upon tasting it. “Fruits, veggies, and plant based protein without extra sugars aren't great for taste, I know. But it’s caloric dense and easy to go down. You’ll get used to the flavor eventually. Hell, sometimes I have it when working out. Beefs me up pretty good.” He flexed his muscles as evidence. Both fennecs forgot the taste at the sight of it. \n \n When Mary traded off she brought relief with stretches and massages. She unlocked one girl after the other, making a point to exercise one limb at a time. Vi had to watch her sister get the treatment first. She stewed at how intimate the wolf was, physically directing each movement like the smaller fox was a marionette. Vi’s nose brushed up against the black wolf when it was her turn. The scent of a hard day's work sent tingles down her spine.\n \n After stretches she made them jog alongside her. Though she kept a slower pace the wolf never reprimanded them for failing to reach their high knees as Bob instructed. “Think of Bob as the technique guy. I’ll be focusing on stamina and strength. You might even get some proper muscle when we’re finished.”\n \n The evening meal was the same. Vi suspected that there wouldn’t be any variety after that but the bit kept her from bringing it up. After several more laps the two sisters were given freedom to roam around the compound. Still bound so they needed someone with hands to open any doors for them, but it was better freedom than most of the day. Vi tried to issue a complaint that this was unnecessary since just walking in the hooves should have been fine, but no one listened. It didn’t help that they used a hose to clean them off sweat and grime before bed. At least it was a warm water hose. \n \n Vi and Fenny were separated for bed. Each was given their own room, or a stable refitted to be a bedroom with a cot, a blanket, a unit for heat or A/C, and a button to press if either needed to use the bathroom. Their limbs were free but the hooved gloves and boots remained on except for showers. Exhaustion pulled Vi into her cot with a thud. She fell asleep in seconds without needing the blanket. \n \n The first week got them into a routine. Bob spent mornings drilling proper forms and getting them into the right mindset by treating them as more pony than people dressed as such. Mary spent afternoons and evenings helping to exercise their bodies. For the first few days she was lax on Bob’s forms so they’d get used to walking and grow stronger. Her favorite task, and one that Vi and Fenny hated, was having each fox haul something like a workhorse. Nothing terribly heavy, but the straps still bit into them when dragging fifty pounds of a weighted sled behind them over the grassy field. First separate, then together at double the weight. \n \n Every night Vi’s muscles burned. The mat thundered upon impact of her tired and sore body. Some evenings she’d find herself waking midway through the night, her body throbbing with need her hooved gloves and chastity shield prevented. Her dreams were filled with images of Bob and Mary, from their muscular bodies manhandling her from one place to the next, to the sweat and musk they produced from working the hard hours keeping the fennec fox sisters trained. Mary eyed her hungrily during the day. Vi wanted to let her have it, to announce that the wolf can take every inch of her without restraint, but ponies didn’t speak and Bob was no slouch in corporal punishment for mistakes. Her butt sometimes stung for the entire day. \n \n Still she dreamed. Some were torments of her restraints where she’d listen in on Fenny’s stall by her ear pressed against the wall. The bar on the door would clank open, followed by Bob’s heavy hooves stepping inside. Leather stretched, and the smell of his cock flooded her senses. She’d fruitlessly paw her chastity belt when the slurping sounds started, tongue hanging free as if to taste what her sister suckled. \n \n Not all of her dreams had Vi clapping her hoofed fist against the metal plate to the sound of another. Some dreams involved Mary slipping into her room, her body reeking with the musk of a hard day’s work. The black wolf stripped herself down to nothing, letting the fox’s mouth water in the sight of her ranch hand muscular body while she undid the bit. Vi knew what Mary wanted without hearing the words. Some mornings she woke up with a small throbbing pain where Mary’s fingers clamped down or a strange taste on her tongue. It was gone by breakfast.\n \n Wet dreams did little to absolve either sister. If anything, they did the opposite, making them more eager to follow in line just for a touch of their handlers. By the second week they were passing Bob’s technical lessons with flying colors. He spent the afternoon keeping them sharp, hoisting them to carousels for hourly trots until the stallion was certain they were ready to run. \n \n Mary took over mornings with more physical labor. She grew stricter with the forms, making sure Vi and Fenny didn’t break poise when pulling their weights along the field. Leg day became every day, and the massages afterwards made Vi quiver and squirm for more rough handling that Mary was offering during rest. \n \n The wet dreams Vi had blurred closer to reality. Bob replaced Mary in her room, his heavy cock throbbing with need that Vi licked her lips for. He was the opposite of Mary in demeanor, rough and strict in training but gentle during his visits. As much as Vi enjoyed the more direct and forceful nature of the wolf’s grip, she appreciated the gentle hold of the muscular stallion on her scalp while she dragged her tongue along his shaft. The better behaved she was in the day, the longer he stayed. She pleaded, not with words as ponies don’t speak, to be released from her belt so he could take her. He, like Mary, ignored the request. Vi and Fenny were meant to be used, not pleased. Carrots were for winners and the competition hadn’t started yet.\n \n By the third week the sisters were being offered to customers as props to play with. So long as customers didn’t push to fuck them, they could use them as they saw fit. Vi received too much praise to parse, meanwhile Fenny earned a reputation of being far more energetic than anyone expected. Vi’s sisterly rivalry with her was the only thing helping to keep pace when the two shared the task of pulling a carriage or cart for couples. They proved popular for newly-weds, anniversary celebrators, and the occasional kinky speedfreak. \n \n By week four she realized everything had become second nature. Vi didn’t even respond to her name anymore, just quick commands and whistles. Fenny did the same, though she peered over at her sister with a knowing wink.\n \n On the final night both Bob and Mary took them out of their stalls. \n \n Hitched to the same pole, the two sisters watched their trainers embrace one another. Though taller and with bigger muscles, Bob let Mary hefted him up by his backside as they slid into a kiss. Their tongues tangled. Hands exploring and stripping away their clothes. Fenny and Vi cried into their gags at the sight of tits, dick, ass, and cunt, their mouths watering and legs quivering with need. Their handlers acknowledged them with a smile and a wink, nothing more and nothing less. \n \n A month of denial multiplied when Mary started pumping the stallion’s cock. He moaned through his lips, music to the sister’s ears. The fox’s restraints went taut when Mary’s lips lapped around his cockhead, suckling inch after inch, guided along by Bob’s heavy hand. \n \n Then came his turn to kiss her lower lips. Mary eyed Vi personally when he did, mouthing out what a good pony she was. Envy and desire roiled into a landslide of feelings as the night went on. Bob fucked Mary. Mary fucked Bob. Bouncing on that cock like it was hers and no one else's. When they were done, tired and sweaty, Mary led the two flustered ponies back into their stalls with a kiss goodnight. \n \n “Gotta keep you randy for the event.” \n \n Vi slept horny and her wet dreams exasperated it that morning. Neither Mary nor Bob addressed what happened that night when waking them. In fact, they hadn’t addressed either fox as a person at all, raising and leading them out with hushes and coos like they were feral mares. For her part, and Fenny if she glanced, Vi didn’t break character. The steps and posture had been drilled into her. She even held her arms in position without the restraints to keep them there. \n \n It was too early for the sun and mildew covered the grass. Their breakfast was quick. Rather than their morning run the pair were stripped of their training gear and given more colorful versions matching their respective hair dyes. Mary locked their faces behind heavy rubber hoods designed to mirror a mare, joking to Bob that they could be his sisters. In response he cupped Fenny’s tits, commenting that his sisters were much bigger. \n \n Without fanfare the pair were herded up a metal ramp into a trailer hitched behind a truck. Meant for feral horses, the two sisters were tied tight together and locked in place with several cables to keep them from shaking too far. Mary’s final inspection took the belts off, letting the girls feel the brisk morning air between their legs for the first time in months. \n \n “Festival is an hour away,” the wolf said, taking out a pair of vibrating bullets and slipping one into both pony girls. They clenched tight to keep the remote from slipping them out as it fell, hanging between them. Mary grinned and set it on the lowest buzz. Just enough for a denied fox to whine about. “Gotta keep you both excited until then.”\n \n When the truck moved the sisters shifted. Even strapped together they dangled under the force of several tons driving them forward. Vi felt her sister’s heartbeat against her chest, felt her soft fur lathered in sweat grind over hers. \n \n Had she not seen them put the mask over Fenny Vi wouldn’t believe it was her sister. Fenny was wild, obnoxious, and a little gremlin. This fox pretending to be a pony was restrained both inside and out, patiently waiting for the doors behind them to open. \n \n This wouldn’t do. The buzzing between Vi’s legs was driving her mad and her sister was acting calm? No, she wouldn’t allow that. Though their lips couldn’t touch behind the mask Vi brushed it against her sister’s collarbone as if she could. Her hips bucked, their chests rubbed one another to the point that nipples flicked off each other. Even with the restraints holding her Fenny didn’t try to back away. She was surprised, but Fenny rarely stayed surprised when it came to her sister. She pushed back, needing the upper hand. \n \n They wrestled in bondage. Leather straps strained, metal bars clanked, and the rubber floor bounded with grounding footsteps made to overpower the other. In minutes Vi forgot why she was pressing against her sister. The month of denial made every action an inch closer to release and Vi was determined to get there. \n \n They twisted. Something slammed the wall. Both girls felt a sudden shift in the buzz between their legs. Vi peered down to the floor, finding that the dangling vibrator remote had gone up several levels. Before she could realize what was happening, Fenny twisted them both again. The remote smacked the wall, turning the knob to max.\n \n A month of denial broke in a minute. Vi’s threw her head back, biting down on her bit to muffle her screams. The heavy buzz rippled through her body, shattering the dam so that the release poured through her like a flood. Her legs shivered, propped up in that instance by the leather straps holding both sisters together. Fenny suffered the same, her orgasmic cry hitting the right notes of a woman needing her release.\n \n The toy didn’t stop. It didn’t take long for another wave to hit them. Vi wrapped her head around Fenny’s neck for stability on the second orgasm, tightening her lock at the third. The scent of their juices emanated from the floor. Another wave. Then another. And another. \n \n ***\n \n When Mary opened the doors later she nearly reeled back from the stench of lust and release. She shook her head upon seeing the two foxponies, their muscular forms held up by the straps she’d installed not that long ago. \n \n “Well, shit,” Mary said, more with resignation than surprise. Bob came up asking what was taking so long. He shook his head when he saw the pair.\n \n “I told you, the bullet vibe was too much,” He argued.\n \n “And the little show the night before wasn’t?” Mary sighed. “Well, let’s get them cleaned up. Maybe they can do this next year.”\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "       Vi didn’t expect to be back at the Rub Ranch so soon. Not that she didn’t plan on coming back, with or without her sister’s machinations. She just expected it’d take a year or, at least six months, to work up the courage to go down there again. So, of course, Fenny found a way to get her through the gate entrance just three months later.
      
       Except this time there was no session planned. More of a proposal. A proposal that made Vi cringe in the seat of Bob’s office the moment Fenny explained it. For his part, the stallion took it seriously. Serious in the way where his face said, “Are you serious?” with a simple raised brow. She didn’t know why but the long faces of equines were the most painful to look at when they were being judgy.
      
       “So yeah, that’s the pitch.” Fenny plopped back into her seat, crossing her legs like she’d scored a major deal. “What do you think?”
      
       Bob, with his fingers tented, leaned forward then back into his chair. He looked to the ceiling, giving both girls ample view of his tight checked button-down shirt without realizing it as he expanded his diaphragm with a deep sigh.
      
       “So, let me get this straight.” Bob used two fingers to point out both sisters. “You both want to enter the competition in Cedar Brook. The same competition that’s not only a month away, but also the biggest ponyplay expo this side of the country? And you want to compete with people who’ve been doing ponyplay for years? You sure you don’t just want to go there as guests?”
      
       “There’s no proficiency requirement to enter,” said Vi, curling a finger around her brunette hair as she kept her gaze from matching Bob’s.
      
       Bob’s lips wiggled with a hefty huff. “There should be,” he muttered.
      
       “But there isn’t. And we’d like to enter,” said Fenny.
      
       “Ok? Why tell me?” His chair clicked as he leaned back. “It’s not like you need a sponsor for the events.”
      
       “No, but we’ll need a trainer,” Fenny said. “We’ve only done ponyplay once. We don’t even have all the gear needed to compete on our own. We’re not asking for a sponsorship, we’ll pay you for the fees.”
      
       “I know what you can pay. That’s not the issue.” Bob got up from his chair and circled to the window where outside on the ranch handlers were playing with paying customers trussed up as ponies. “The issue is timing. You’re asking us to risk our name to put you in that race. Sponsorship or not, my rep would be on the line and I’ve got only a month to shove half a year of knowledge and skills into you. You’d basically have to stop being people for a month and stay on the ranch in the meantime. That’s a tall order.”
      
       “Could be fun though,” Mary said. The black wolf had been watching the meeting from the office doorway. She might as well have been the door for how she leaned on the frame. “I mean, when’s the last time we had any hardcore clients?”
      
       Despite Mary’s invitation, Vi hadn’t seen the black wolf since her last visit with Fenny. Not that she didn’t want to come. Time just got away with her. What with business meetings, mergers, and a bunch of other corporate jargon she’d love to explain if asked. Mary didn’t seem invested in asking. Vi, for her part, found it hard to look anywhere but the wolfess’s arms. Bob’s may have been thick enough to snap her neck, but Mary carried enough strength to pin her down and make it seem like she had a chance in all the best ways.
      
       Bob’s lip fluttering sigh brought her back to reality. “Too long.” He leaned back into his seat and, for a moment, looked to consider the idea. Fenny, made more obvious by the fox’s short stature, tried to peer over his desk to see if the idea was giving him other thoughts. Everyone noticed. No one said anything.
      
       “We’d need to start tomorrow.” Bob pulled out a contract. Fenny took a pen but he waved it away. “Not now. I want you both to read over the contract carefully to understand what you’re signing up for.”
      
       “You just have a contract on hand for this sort of thing?” Vi asked.
      
       Bob chuckled. Blinked. Then pulled the contract back. “I’ll send you both an email with an updated contract. You will read it tonight and then decide. If you do, I expect you both to be here before sun up. We’ve got a lot of practice to do and not a lot of time to do it.”
      
       Mary waved Vi a kiss as the sisters left. She kept thinking about it on the drive home, so much that she didn’t realize Fenny already opened the document and signed her name. As always, Vi had to be responsible and read the damn thing.
      
       “A whole month off?” Vi looked back, aghast in her living room with the contract on the screen. “I can’t take a whole month off.”
      
       “Yeah you can,” Fenny said, “I’ve seen your PTO. You’ve been hoarding vacation hours like a dragon with gold.”
      
       “Well, that’s for a special occasion.”
      
       “How very dragon of you.”
      
       It was more than that. A month off was one thing, but a month living at the stables in bondage near full time was another. Bob clarified that in order to get in the mindset of a pony they needed to be them and never stop. Fed, groomed, exercised, and all around everything they’d do involved being in gear. She supposed that made it easier since they needed to catch up with those who did it as a regular hobby, but this was borderline slavery without the forced labor. “Fenny, don’t you think this is a little extreme.”
      
       “What’s extreme is that you have three years of PTO saved up. Look, just sign the paper and worry about it later. There’s even a safeword clause. Just stop worrying and sign the damn thing so we can get to bed early.”
      
       Vi sighed and signed, muttering to herself that it wasn’t insane to have that much PTO saved up. It was, but she didn’t like admitting it.
      
       Her bosses were thrilled. Vi glued her eyes to the screen that morning on the way over. Fenny offered to drive so she had nothing better to do.
      
       “You’ve earned this!” her boss said.
      
       “Go sightseeing!” her boss’s boss said.
      
       “If you need reservations in any country, let me know. I know people,” said the boss of both her bosses, which might have been the CEO or someone close. The corporate structure got confusing after a while and she didn’t want to explain it to Fenny. The realization that she was considered the resident workaholic was bad enough as is, leaving her silent on the ride over.
      
       Dawn broke when they parked. Mary met them outside and offered them some freshly brewed coffee. They turned it down, having already gotten something on the way. They headed to the main building but the wolf led them to the stables. “Fine mares like yourselves aren’t fit for people places,” she said, grinning.
      
       Fenny whistled when she saw Bob and Vi felt all the hotter at the sight. The stallion wore little, replacing his tight plaided collared shirt with a black leather vest that exposed his bare chest and hefty arms, a jockstrap that left little to the imagination and leather chaps to amplify what they saw, and a black cowboy hat. Sunlight broke through the rafters to glint off his belt buckle. He tipped his hat with black leather-gloved fingers.
      
       “Morning ladies, or should I say ponies?” He mused aloud. Bob held a hand up before either Fenny or Vi spoke. “Now, now, you all signed the contract so you’re ponies now. That means you don’t speak like people. To answer your first question,” he looked at Fenny, “No. I will not be dressing like this every day. This is just a treat to get you girls excited for what’s to come. For the next month me and Mary will be training you both. First week I’ll be in charge of your mornings and Mary will be in charge of your afternoons and evenings. Next week we switch, and we continue like this until the big event. Now strip down so we can gear you up for basics.”
      
       Mary helped with the gear, taking her time to ensure every leather strap along Vi’s body was tight enough. First were the head harnesses and gags, latched in place to keep them quiet and designed to be loosened but not fully removed until much later. Once the bit was locked in place Vi knew she wasn’t going to be speaking. After that came the hoof-fisted gloves that made her arms little more than decorations. Helping with this were the leather cuffs latched to her wrists and the chain leading from her affixed collar, forcing the arms up like she was pleading.
      
       “Think of those as training wheels,” Mary said when sliding the hooved boots up Vi’s legs. “By the time we’re done you should have your arms in position by reflex. You might even walk around like that normally.” Her added laugh was cute but didn’t help calm Vi. Then again, she suspected they didn’t want her calm when the chastity belt came up.
      
       “These do not come off without our say.” Bob explained, letting Mary latch each belt tight over the girl’s crotches. “For this entire month you both will be denied and, occasionally, edged. This will improve focus and, if directed properly, performance. Don’t worry about needing to use the restroom and such. We have stuff set in place for that.”
      
       He gave a thorough instruction of the belts to emphasize their material and long-term use. Vi, normally polite and attentive, found herself nodding off during it. Eventually she felt the thwack of a horsecrop against skin, realized Bob had grabbed one, and got to moving on his instruction.
      
       “Knees up.” Using the crop he thread it under her knees to direct how high the legs needed to be. Vi figured she needed practice, but when he didn’t stop she had a moment of reflection that this was all a very bad idea. Having to do a high-knee exercise with every step was not her idea of fun.
      
       Bob, realizing this, set both the girls up at a posture training station. Two posts, each a meter tall, separated at six meters with a long metal bar between them. Each post had notches to adjust the height of the bar. The pony using it, Vi first, was made to walk from one station to the other with the bar between their legs without being allowed to touch it. Special censors that Bob strapped to her would beep if the chastity shield touched it. If it did, she'd start over. If she didn’t keep her knees high with each step, she’d start over. If she didn’t keep her back straight, she’d start over.
      
       Vi stopped counting the sensor beeps when the noon sun rose. Fenny hadn’t fared any better.
      
       Lunch was served via a protein shake strapped to their faces like a bag of oats. He shook his head with empathy when Vi cringed upon tasting it. “Fruits, veggies, and plant based protein without extra sugars aren't great for taste, I know. But it’s caloric dense and easy to go down. You’ll get used to the flavor eventually. Hell, sometimes I have it when working out. Beefs me up pretty good.” He flexed his muscles as evidence. Both fennecs forgot the taste at the sight of it.
      
       When Mary traded off she brought relief with stretches and massages. She unlocked one girl after the other, making a point to exercise one limb at a time. Vi had to watch her sister get the treatment first. She stewed at how intimate the wolf was, physically directing each movement like the smaller fox was a marionette. Vi’s nose brushed up against the black wolf when it was her turn. The scent of a hard day's work sent tingles down her spine.
      
       After stretches she made them jog alongside her. Though she kept a slower pace the wolf never reprimanded them for failing to reach their high knees as Bob instructed. “Think of Bob as the technique guy. I’ll be focusing on stamina and strength. You might even get some proper muscle when we’re finished.”
      
       The evening meal was the same. Vi suspected that there wouldn’t be any variety after that but the bit kept her from bringing it up. After several more laps the two sisters were given freedom to roam around the compound. Still bound so they needed someone with hands to open any doors for them, but it was better freedom than most of the day. Vi tried to issue a complaint that this was unnecessary since just walking in the hooves should have been fine, but no one listened. It didn’t help that they used a hose to clean them off sweat and grime before bed. At least it was a warm water hose.
      
       Vi and Fenny were separated for bed. Each was given their own room, or a stable refitted to be a bedroom with a cot, a blanket, a unit for heat or A/C, and a button to press if either needed to use the bathroom. Their limbs were free but the hooved gloves and boots remained on except for showers. Exhaustion pulled Vi into her cot with a thud. She fell asleep in seconds without needing the blanket.
      
       The first week got them into a routine. Bob spent mornings drilling proper forms and getting them into the right mindset by treating them as more pony than people dressed as such. Mary spent afternoons and evenings helping to exercise their bodies. For the first few days she was lax on Bob’s forms so they’d get used to walking and grow stronger. Her favorite task, and one that Vi and Fenny hated, was having each fox haul something like a workhorse. Nothing terribly heavy, but the straps still bit into them when dragging fifty pounds of a weighted sled behind them over the grassy field. First separate, then together at double the weight.
      
       Every night Vi’s muscles burned. The mat thundered upon impact of her tired and sore body. Some evenings she’d find herself waking midway through the night, her body throbbing with need her hooved gloves and chastity shield prevented. Her dreams were filled with images of Bob and Mary, from their muscular bodies manhandling her from one place to the next, to the sweat and musk they produced from working the hard hours keeping the fennec fox sisters trained. Mary eyed her hungrily during the day. Vi wanted to let her have it, to announce that the wolf can take every inch of her without restraint, but ponies didn’t speak and Bob was no slouch in corporal punishment for mistakes. Her butt sometimes stung for the entire day.
      
       Still she dreamed. Some were torments of her restraints where she’d listen in on Fenny’s stall by her ear pressed against the wall. The bar on the door would clank open, followed by Bob’s heavy hooves stepping inside. Leather stretched, and the smell of his cock flooded her senses. She’d fruitlessly paw her chastity belt when the slurping sounds started, tongue hanging free as if to taste what her sister suckled.
      
       Not all of her dreams had Vi clapping her hoofed fist against the metal plate to the sound of another. Some dreams involved Mary slipping into her room, her body reeking with the musk of a hard day’s work. The black wolf stripped herself down to nothing, letting the fox’s mouth water in the sight of her ranch hand muscular body while she undid the bit. Vi knew what Mary wanted without hearing the words. Some mornings she woke up with a small throbbing pain where Mary’s fingers clamped down or a strange taste on her tongue. It was gone by breakfast.
      
       Wet dreams did little to absolve either sister. If anything, they did the opposite, making them more eager to follow in line just for a touch of their handlers. By the second week they were passing Bob’s technical lessons with flying colors. He spent the afternoon keeping them sharp, hoisting them to carousels for hourly trots until the stallion was certain they were ready to run.
      
       Mary took over mornings with more physical labor. She grew stricter with the forms, making sure Vi and Fenny didn’t break poise when pulling their weights along the field. Leg day became every day, and the massages afterwards made Vi quiver and squirm for more rough handling that Mary was offering during rest.
      
       The wet dreams Vi had blurred closer to reality. Bob replaced Mary in her room, his heavy cock throbbing with need that Vi licked her lips for. He was the opposite of Mary in demeanor, rough and strict in training but gentle during his visits. As much as Vi enjoyed the more direct and forceful nature of the wolf’s grip, she appreciated the gentle hold of the muscular stallion on her scalp while she dragged her tongue along his shaft. The better behaved she was in the day, the longer he stayed. She pleaded, not with words as ponies don’t speak, to be released from her belt so he could take her. He, like Mary, ignored the request. Vi and Fenny were meant to be used, not pleased. Carrots were for winners and the competition hadn’t started yet.
      
       By the third week the sisters were being offered to customers as props to play with. So long as customers didn’t push to fuck them, they could use them as they saw fit. Vi received too much praise to parse, meanwhile Fenny earned a reputation of being far more energetic than anyone expected. Vi’s sisterly rivalry with her was the only thing helping to keep pace when the two shared the task of pulling a carriage or cart for couples. They proved popular for newly-weds, anniversary celebrators, and the occasional kinky speedfreak.
      
       By week four she realized everything had become second nature. Vi didn’t even respond to her name anymore, just quick commands and whistles. Fenny did the same, though she peered over at her sister with a knowing wink.
      
       On the final night both Bob and Mary took them out of their stalls.
      
       Hitched to the same pole, the two sisters watched their trainers embrace one another. Though taller and with bigger muscles, Bob let Mary hefted him up by his backside as they slid into a kiss. Their tongues tangled. Hands exploring and stripping away their clothes. Fenny and Vi cried into their gags at the sight of tits, dick, ass, and cunt, their mouths watering and legs quivering with need. Their handlers acknowledged them with a smile and a wink, nothing more and nothing less.
      
       A month of denial multiplied when Mary started pumping the stallion’s cock. He moaned through his lips, music to the sister’s ears. The fox’s restraints went taut when Mary’s lips lapped around his cockhead, suckling inch after inch, guided along by Bob’s heavy hand.
      
       Then came his turn to kiss her lower lips. Mary eyed Vi personally when he did, mouthing out what a good pony she was. Envy and desire roiled into a landslide of feelings as the night went on. Bob fucked Mary. Mary fucked Bob. Bouncing on that cock like it was hers and no one else's. When they were done, tired and sweaty, Mary led the two flustered ponies back into their stalls with a kiss goodnight.
      
       “Gotta keep you randy for the event.”
      
       Vi slept horny and her wet dreams exasperated it that morning. Neither Mary nor Bob addressed what happened that night when waking them. In fact, they hadn’t addressed either fox as a person at all, raising and leading them out with hushes and coos like they were feral mares. For her part, and Fenny if she glanced, Vi didn’t break character. The steps and posture had been drilled into her. She even held her arms in position without the restraints to keep them there.
      
       It was too early for the sun and mildew covered the grass. Their breakfast was quick. Rather than their morning run the pair were stripped of their training gear and given more colorful versions matching their respective hair dyes. Mary locked their faces behind heavy rubber hoods designed to mirror a mare, joking to Bob that they could be his sisters. In response he cupped Fenny’s tits, commenting that his sisters were much bigger.
      
       Without fanfare the pair were herded up a metal ramp into a trailer hitched behind a truck. Meant for feral horses, the two sisters were tied tight together and locked in place with several cables to keep them from shaking too far. Mary’s final inspection took the belts off, letting the girls feel the brisk morning air between their legs for the first time in months.
      
       “Festival is an hour away,” the wolf said, taking out a pair of vibrating bullets and slipping one into both pony girls. They clenched tight to keep the remote from slipping them out as it fell, hanging between them. Mary grinned and set it on the lowest buzz. Just enough for a denied fox to whine about. “Gotta keep you both excited until then.”
      
       When the truck moved the sisters shifted. Even strapped together they dangled under the force of several tons driving them forward. Vi felt her sister’s heartbeat against her chest, felt her soft fur lathered in sweat grind over hers.
      
       Had she not seen them put the mask over Fenny Vi wouldn’t believe it was her sister. Fenny was wild, obnoxious, and a little gremlin. This fox pretending to be a pony was restrained both inside and out, patiently waiting for the doors behind them to open.
      
       This wouldn’t do. The buzzing between Vi’s legs was driving her mad and her sister was acting calm? No, she wouldn’t allow that. Though their lips couldn’t touch behind the mask Vi brushed it against her sister’s collarbone as if she could. Her hips bucked, their chests rubbed one another to the point that nipples flicked off each other. Even with the restraints holding her Fenny didn’t try to back away. She was surprised, but Fenny rarely stayed surprised when it came to her sister. She pushed back, needing the upper hand.
      
       They wrestled in bondage. Leather straps strained, metal bars clanked, and the rubber floor bounded with grounding footsteps made to overpower the other.  In minutes Vi forgot why she was pressing against her sister. The month of denial made every action an inch closer to release and Vi was determined to get there.
      
       They twisted. Something slammed the wall. Both girls felt a sudden shift in the buzz between their legs. Vi peered down to the floor, finding that the dangling vibrator remote had gone up several levels. Before she could realize what was happening, Fenny twisted them both again. The remote smacked the wall, turning the knob to max.
      
       A month of denial broke in a minute. Vi’s threw her head back, biting down on her bit to muffle her screams. The heavy buzz rippled through her body, shattering the dam so that the release poured through her like a flood. Her legs shivered, propped up in that instance by the leather straps holding both sisters together. Fenny suffered the same, her orgasmic cry hitting the right notes of a woman needing her release.
      
       The toy didn’t stop. It didn’t take long for another wave to hit them. Vi wrapped her head around Fenny’s neck for stability on the second orgasm, tightening her lock at the third. The scent of their juices emanated from the floor. Another wave. Then another. And another.
      
       ***
      
       When Mary opened the doors later she nearly reeled back from the stench of lust and release. She shook her head upon seeing the two foxponies, their muscular forms held up by the straps she’d installed not that long ago.
      
       “Well, shit,” Mary said, more with resignation than surprise. Bob came up asking what was taking so long. He shook his head when he saw the pair.
      
       “I told you, the bullet vibe was too much,” He argued.
      
       “And the little show the night before wasn’t?” Mary sighed. “Well, let’s get them cleaned up. Maybe they can do this next year.”


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