Celestia's Honorary Mares

The next morning, they awoke, wolfed down breakfast, and proceeded with more classroom lectures from Twilight Velvet about equine anatomy and physiology, this time focusing more on the mares, they learned about winking and urination to show receptiveness to the stallion. As the awkward lecture with disgusting diagrams and photo slides came to its conclusion, the girls all looked at each other apprehensively. They had a feeling of what they were going to have to do in the exercise portion.

After lunchbreak, In the shower rooms, the lecturers and assistant mares gathered to watch the girls for this next part of the lesson. Once again, they were just part of an exhibition for the royalty.

Kristina struggled to control herself “down there”, it was hard to make contractions that complex just happen instantly on queue. Her and the rest of the girls argued to their masters that they couldn't do it at first, but the instructors insisted they could learn. In a spa-like room, they met a new creature they had never seen before, a zebra mare by the name of Zapunta.

She had lovely green eyes, her neck was covered in cowry bead jewelry and a cutie mark of a flower, but like a flower in a Georgia O'keeffe painting. She introduced herself as their body coach, someone who would help them train their bodies to do more “equine” things. She flowered her explanation of what tha meant but it was pretty obvious she was basically a very intense coach in the art of vaginal control.

The black and white striped exotic equine wore a very erotic looking set of harnesses around her flanks and haunches designed to draw attention to her mare parts and even pull on or keep certain parts opened and exposed.

After her introduction, a cart was brought out with a teapot and cups, and they were all were offered a cup of a strange brewed tea, which tasted rather bitter with a crisp earthy finish. After drinking, it made them feel a bit dizzy, then, strangely confident, wired, and focused.

Zapunta then turned tail, adjusted some straps on the harness to lift her tail up, and spread her buttcheeks apart, for all to see, displayed her very pronated and emphasized marehood, and her skillful ability to move to them all. She could wink, pucker, even undulate it. It was almost mesmerizing.

She asked each one of them to bend over and display their attempt at a vaginal wink. She imparted no tolerance for failure or shortcoming. Zapunta would grab, smack, and even bite their posteriors with impunity, pointed out each labial muscle and even with just a hoof managed to delicately touch them in just the right way to send electrifying shos of pleasure up their spines. She was a very hooves-on approach to her teaching, and she insisted it must be felt and even tasted directly to be better understood. She would shove her own cunt right into a slavegirl's face and insist she feel its motions with her tongue.

“NO! You try and wink too soon! You breath! Breath! Feeeeeeeel the motion! You control the body! You control it!” Zapunta yelled at one of the girls, smacking them on the buttocks as she tried moving her vagina, mistakingly holding her breath as she contorted her face in concentration, as if the two were somehow attached in their control.

The next half hour was spent in meditation and breathing exercise. These lessons were getting ridiculous. Why was winking so important? Why so persnickity about vaginal movements and courtship manners? It was just sex... if they were just sex toilets to the stallions, why did they have to be educated so much, made so knowledgable and skillful in the art? Kristina was frustrated by the tedium of this lesson. When were they going to get to some actual stallion fucking?

Finally, they moved on and were allowed to practice these physical feats for real on some very patient guard ponies, whose lips trembled as they stood before them. They were required to stand and present their members while the women attempted to... “wink” at them, then urinate on their dicks, just as ponies do before courtship. But once a girl passed the exam, the girl mmoved and he waited to stand before the next one, to be subject to more torturous teasing. Once they nearly all passed save for a few, the girls went down to the hall for dinner, then hit the showers, for real.

For Day three of physical conditioning they awoke. Today their pieholes and poonholes would take a break, but their poopers were going to get the workouts of their lives.

In an otherwise unused gym they gathered and on a series of tables and benches were a diverse selection of dildos. They increased in size and girth and went from pointed to very broad and flat on the end. There were also bowls of some sort of liquid on the tables. Most looked equine, but a few were shaped like odd genitilia they had no idea about. Zapunta would be leading the exercises today as well.

“Come. Come here.”, she said to the first of the line of slavegirls. The one in the front of the line approached.

“Bend over.” Zapunta said. Well, everyone knew how this was going to go. The girl, a sandy blonde who Kristina remembered saying she was a fruit vendor from argentina, got on all fours and pressed her buttocks out for Zapunta. Her cheeks were spread and her rosy butthole Zapunta took no restraint in taking the first dildo and working it into her. She moaned as it pressed and resisted, and they all saw how much she had to stretch to take in in. and it was level one.

“Go. Break into teams. There's level 1 size on each table.”

Marissa and Kristina decided to form a group and practice anal conditioning on each other.

The first one was narrower than a human penis, and tapered, so its stretching came pretty naturally, without only a little pain. It still had to be forced pretty hard, though. Kristina moaned as she threw her legs over her head to bend them back and hold her butt out for Marissa to push the third level dildo into her. It was starting to really hurt. They used plenty of lube available in the bowls by dipping it in the oil before each time. It was such a tight fit, Kristina didn't want to believe she could go any further, but she had to. They both had to get up to at least smaller pony-sized by the end of the day. Marissa held her arm as kristina pushed level 5 into her sewer duct. It was not even tapered anymore, pulling out after a plunge left a huge gaping opening that looked so puffed out and abnormal. What were they being turned into? Kristina worried as she imagined their bodies being stretched and worn out into tattered, mutilated freaks. But she was impressed by the progress they had both made. Kristina had never really thought about it much, or had ever tried anal, but she had fingered herself once or twice, and had never gone beyond her ring finger without chickening out. She had certainly made strides today by making herself able to accommodate a small horse. As they hit the showers and went off to dinner she looked forward to their first actual scheduled work tomorrow. A regiment of royal guards was returning, and they were to be the welcoming comittee!