There wasn't much for Akane to do in her stall, as it hadn't been set up with much in the way of amenities. It wasn't like she'd been expecting them though, as she hadn't come for a vacation. Rather, she was there to be kept, and she was supposed to be used to do things for others, not have things done for her.
That didn't change the fact that there wasn't much to when she was surrounded by hay and wood paneling. She could watch what was going on around her, from watching things like a line of ponygirls being led off by a stable hand, or several workers carrying sacks of feed as they passed by. However, it wasn't like anyone was doing it to entertain her, as they were getting to work of some sort or another. And the fact of the matter was that even the sight of bouncing breasts and naked dicks lost some of their newness after a while.
So, when she heard the bolt being opened on 'her' door, her interest was peaked. Turning to look, she saw the same man who'd come in earlier, still looking a bit scruffy. She had half expected that, considering the fact that as far as she could tell he was supposed to be training her. What had changed was that he came in with a woman who was carrying a medical bag. This new visitor looked rather young, but there was a focused look in her eyes as she tucked a lock of her chin length hair behind one ear.
"This is the new one?" the woman murmured, arching one fine brow. "Looks to be like she's going to be a good competitor."
"That's the hope," the trainer replied, tapping his crop into the palm of his other hand.
"Well, from the initial look, she seems to be in excellent health. Muscle mass ratio is quite excellent. Not much fat on her."
"Apparently, this used to be a martial artist."
Pulling a stethoscope out of her bag, the woman snorted. "You and I both know that whatever was brought in here doesn't have a history."
"Ah, yes, you're right about that."
"Still, I'll have to admit that when they get athletes, it helps a lot. They, at least, were in good health."
"You'd know," the trainer drawled in an amused tone. "considering how you're the vet."
"So, I'd better do my job."
"Go on right on with it."
Akane knew that she was supposed to do something here, but wasn't sure what that was. The metal of the stethoscope chilled her skin enough to shiver and instinctually back a step, but a poke from the crop stopped her from moving any further. Instead, she stood there and took it... not that it was actually all that bad. Hazy memories of previous check ups replayed in her mind, though those recollections had her dressed and usually without an audience. Those feelings were distant though, and she couldn't really complain other than in snorts and tosses of her head, like after the light was shined into her eyes.
"Sounds like she's already taking to being the beast that she is," the vet commented as she took some measurements.
"Yes, it does, doesn't it?" the trainer agreed, but then gave a small shrug. "But you know that even if they're broken into being ponies, they can still misbehave plenty."
"True enough. That's why you're here though, right?"
"Exactly."
The woman smiled just a bit, before she spread Akane's legs and pressed her fingers into the new ponygirl's tight vagina. "Well, hello there. You may be getting more for her than you thought."
"Why is that?"
"This one's a virgin."
"I do have to admit that's good news. Plenty of buyers will want to get a nice virgin horse of their own, especially a pretty one like her," the trainer admitted, eyeing Akane's figure thoughtfully.
"So that they can deflower her in their preferred way."
"And this way they can have her trained to act just how they want. Can be sure that no one else has had her too."
"I'm sure that nothing's come this way, though I can't guarantee the others."
"True enough. Modern girls...."
"She's a pony, remember?"
He chuckled. "Yes, I do."
"Good. Though, I do have to wonder about something."
"And that is?"
"What are you going to name her?" the vet asked, reaching into her bag.
"That will be for her owner to choose. As you pointed out, the old name is meaningless, and I'm sure that they'll come up with something that'll look good on the scoreboard."
"Can't argue with you there."
"Why did you ask though?"
"It makes it easier to direct them when you know the pony's name."
Watching as the woman pulled out a long needle, Akane eyed it warily, while:
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