Until now, letting someone lead her around wasn't something that Akane would have accepted, but she tried to be docile about it. A part of her wanted to race right in, and another asked her if this was what she really wanted, but she knew that she couldn't alter things any longer. She'd already made her deal, and that meant that she had to follow the instructions of these men, so she continued on, wanting to make certain that she became the sort of ponygirl that she wanted to be for Ranma.
Yet, curiosity did rear its head as she stepped into the hay strewn hall of the stable. The familiar sort of sliding doors that led into individual stalls lined the sides, and there were plenty of work being done that seemed to be simple enough. Wheelbarrows were used to heft bags and equipment, brooms were being used to sweep up, and workers were in constant motion, getting plenty of chores done.
It was just the fact that the 'livestock' here came in the form of naked human beings that made her blink.
As she began to remember that those being led around and kept in the stalls were not 'people' anymore, she got to be able to take it more in stride. Just seeing them like this was an educational experience though, as she saw some ponies who were dressed solely in halters and nothing else, which made for a whole lot of bare breasts and asses. When she saw the first ponyboy come by her with a raging hardon, she blushed heavily at the sight of that bouncing shaft. Looking away got her nudged into moving ahead, but as she tried to follow the instruction, she saw a woman who looked to actually have a tail bobbing along with her gait. That surprised her, but not as much as when the pony turned the corner and she saw that the long silken tail was actually stuck in between the former woman's firm buttocks. Seeing such a sight only reinforced the fact that she would, and could, be changed in so many ways, especially as she passed women in masks shaped like horses' heads, men in horse themed bodysuits, and other assorted 'outfits'.
Hoping that they should shear her hair off into a 'mane' like mohawk like she'd seen on one ponygirl, Akane stepped into what she supposed would be her stall for the time being. Habit made her think that the stablehand would leave her there, like some sort of hotel guide dropping off a patron, but the young man followed her in. For a moment, she was confused, but even as several other hands in work clothes came in, the recognition of her new status came into play... at least until she felt hands upon her body.
Jerking back as someone grabbed at her feet, and pulling away as someone else reached for her jumper, she wondered what the hell was going on. They were just seeming to yank at her body, and self-preservation said to protect herself. A fear that the man in the flannel shirt and blue jeans was going to harm her settled into the pit of her belly, but as she looked down, she saw that it was a young woman who was looking to take off her shoes, her own breasts jiggling under her overalls. This only served to confuse her further, and she snorted out a panicked breath as she tried to figure out what to do even as a second man took her schoolbag.
But then the first man reached out a hand and whipped across Akane's taut ass, letting the crack echo through the stall. "Stop that! Good ponygirls don't cause trouble when they're being pampered like this!"
Partially due to the shock of the hit, Akane settled down and slowly began to recognize what was going on. With her not fighting them, they were able to undress her, with no sign that they were going to try anything funny. In fact, they were quite professional about it, and treated her quite well. All her clothing was taken from her body and nicely folded, right down to letting her breasts bobble out of the cups as the simple garment was relegated to the pile that belonged to the girl that she was leaving behind.
Nodding approvingly, they stepped aside... as water was dropped right onto her. The onrush of liquid chilled her, but even as she tried to shake the excess off, they were upon her again. Soap was rubbed all along her body, and shampoo was kneaded into her hair, giving her an odd feeling of being bathed standing up. It did feel good though, and she found that they got her as clean as she could ever want to be.
Oddly enough, a sense of comfort came from those professional hands, to the point that she merely felt confused as she felt something being pressed into her flesh.
"Your owner's mark," the first stablehand explained kindly. "He doesn't have a brand, at least not yet, so we're just using his signature stamp."
A warmth grew within Akane as she contemplated having Ranma's mark on her body. Such a thing would sincerly tell all that looked upon it that she belonged to him, which was what she wanted. So, no matter what happened, and no matter who he eventually wound up with, she would be his to enjoy, both as a racer to take pride in, and as an... enjoyment of sex.
In fact, she felt reall good as they toweled her off, with only a few drops on her sex not being able to be 'wiped away'. However, that wasn't a problem, and as she basked in the knowledge that she was becoming Ranma's ponygirl, they pulled out bottles of oil, and began to rub it into her skin. Doing so gave her a lovely sheen and glow, and they began to even polish her teeth for her. Had it not been to turn her into a sexually usable 'animal', she would have thought that she was in a day spa. As it was, she was only minimally bothered when they plucked some hairs from her scalp as they brushed her silken locks, and gave her a manicure.
When she saw them comparing harnesses against her lithe body to figure out which would bring out the right combination of her well toned muscles and her supple curves, Akane knew that she was going to be made into a good sexual beast for Ranma, while:
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