Pink Paradise

Rosey Thorn was not a happy mare.

That was an exaggeration, of course. She could not have been more fortunate. She lived comfortably in a quiet little suburb, ate expensive foods, and made love to a cute stallion who loved her to death, and she loved him in return. Cliffy was smart, caring, gentle, and very dedicated to making the two of them happy. Just the thought of how adorable he was, especially when she rewarded him for his efforts, was enough to make her hum and smile as she stared at the horizon.

But there was one glaring "flaw" to him, if one could even call it that. Cliffy was, for all intents and purposes, a wimp. She hated to admit it, though not as much as he did, since he preferred not to even think about it. He was by no means a coward or lazy, but when he said he'd "carry her luggage", it was more of a polite gesture rather than a practical offer, and just one suitcase going up a few flights of stairs could put his arms and legs out of commission for several hours.

Not for a lack of effort on his part, of course. His body was busy feeding his big brain, it had not time for big muscles too. And still he worked really hard. In fact, if there was one exception to his weakness, it was in bed. Cliffy could slave away tirelessly all night, doing everything in his power to make up for his handicaps. And it worked... mostly, not to mention it meant he would spend the entire next day half-comatose on the bed.

Rosey sighed again. Yes, she was happy, but there was always that longing in the back of her mind that nagged her. An itch she simply could not scratch, not without cheating, but she would never do that. She had silly fantasies, but she would never even dream of breaking her poor Cliffy's heart, all because she wished for this one experience. Namely, she wanted to know what it would be like for a strong, dominant stallion to take her for a ride. The mere mental image of her getting her brains screwed out by some big hunk made her legs quiver.

Cliffy was eager to try new things, but she did not have the heart to tell him about this. Not directly, that is. The torture she already put him through was painful enough, and not just for him. Time and again, she would drag him down to gyms, hire personal trainers, or take him on grueling exercise regimens herself, all in the hopes that it might help turn him into the stallion of her dreams. The even-better-and-kinkier dreams, on top of the dream she already enjoyed. It never really worked, and the constant abuse did not make him any happier, to say the least.

She shook her head and chuckled. It was such a silly thing, she wished it would just go away. With a dream stallion like him, why wish for any more? But the fantasy kept lurking in her mind, and as of late she had found that her orgasms would not satisfy unless she had those images in her head at the time. Yes, she was faithful, but she feared that this craving would eventually drive her to start fooling around, and there might be no stopping after she crossed that line. Besides, there was no guarantee that she would not exchange brains and tenderness for a meathead who treated her like trash. Even as a fantasy, that was not appealing.

Fortunately for her, a solution offered itself that same day as she went on her usual afternoon jog. While passing through the park, she came across a couple of ads stapled to the billboards, advertising a new gym in town. Looking at the address, she was quite surprised for a moment, as she passed through that part of town regularly, and she did not recall any new establishments being set up as of late. Still, it was not much of a detour, so she decided to head there and have a look.

Cliffy was not a happy stallion.

Not when he had to go on another endeavor that he knew would inevitably fail, that is. He had a pleasant life otherwise, rarely faced with defeat, but at some point one would have to acknowledge their own limits. This is what he kept trying to politely explain to Rosey, especially when she had to help him walk after another brutal day of training, but the poor mare never seemed fully satisfied. She did not throw a fit or belittle him, but he could see the longing in her eyes as clear as day.

Cliffy sighed and hung his head as he thought of her again. He really could not blame her, since he was not exactly proud of how scrawny he was. For a while, he was enthusiastic about changing that, visiting gyms and trainers day in, day out. But as time went on, hope drained away completely. The universe just seemed to dictate it as law that Cliffy would never properly lift a weight heavier than his own arms. Upon conceding defeat, every new attempt just served as a sour reminder that he did not need. It was one thing to feel an ache in his limbs the moment he spotted a pair of weights or a treadmill, and another to feel puny next to the muscle giants that visited such places.

As he moped and trudged onward, his gaze wandered down to the coupon in his hand. "Ferrous Flex Fitness. One week free. Guaranteed results!" It all sounded too good to be true, which was a staple of any such ads, and just the thought of struggling among a bunch of jocks made him grind his teeth. Then again, free was free, and to keep his dear Rosey happy, he was willing to move mountains, figuratively speaking. Taking a deep breath, he marched on toward the address marked on the coupon.

After making a few turns downtown, he finally spotted his destination across the street. The exterior of the gym was not particularly noteworthy, just the usual steel and glass box, much like every other downtown structure. The most prominent feature was a rather glaring blue sign featuring the company's name and logo, consisting of a horseshoe and the silhouette of a buff stallion underneath, flexing his muscles. The image matched the logo on Cliffy's coupon, and he rolled his eyes.

Great. Gonna start with the teasing before I even get inside? He tried to look closer, but the tint on the windows prevented him from seeing the interior. Let's just get this over with He swiftly crossed the street and stepped in through the sliding glass doors, driven only by morbid curiosity about what this "free week" had in store for him.

The interior was pretty much what he expected, at least at a first glance. Unlike a lot of other establishments, there was no immediate visual access to the actual workout area here, which gave Cliffy tiny sense of relief. Instead, he found himself in a cozy-looking reception area with a desk at the far end, almost as though it were a spa of some kind. A pair of bulky stallions wearing matching blue t-shirts and shorts stood next to the reception, the word "TRAINER" printed in big white letters on their backs and onto their bulging left pectoral muscles.

Cliffy's eyes went wide at the two hunks of meat, who chatted idly with the receptionist behind the desk. While he had seen his share of buff trainers at other places, these stallions made the competition look like soufflés. Are those even ponies? he thought. Not that the trainers were abnormally muscular, some fanatical bodybuilders Cliffy had seen could easily outclass them, but unlike those lumbering hulks of flesh, these stallions did not work on being big. They focused on looking good. Every feature of theirs was sculpted beyond perfection, smooth and firm muscles showing under their tight-fitting outfits. Their handsome faces were calm, but with firm determination underneath, unlike the mindless arrogance he saw in most gym enthusiasts.

The pair finished the conversation with the chuckle, waved at the receptionist, and departed down a corridor to the right. One of them glanced at Cliffy along the way and gave a knowing smirk. He lifted his hand to give a thumbs up, the movements making his impressive arm muscles bulge. The scrawny stallion cringed slightly, only managing a weak smile in response. As gorgeous as these stallions looked, which he could not deny, they too did not fail to make him feel insignificant, and part of him even felt disgust, thinking they probably hid their amusement behind those polite smiles.

He gulped, nearly crushing the voucher in his hand as he walked up to the receptionist. The mare behind the desk was not nearly as buff as her coworkers, though still quite fit, at least in terms of muscles. She also had rather noticeable curves, mostly tucked away under her company-themed blouse and pants. Cliffy tore his gaze away from her body and cleared his throat. "Uhh, hello?" He placed the crumpled piece of paper on the desk. "I got this coupon for uh... here."

The mare looked up from her papers and smiled. "Hello, Mr... Cliffy?" She checked the name on the coupon, then looked up at Cliffy again. Her smile widened as she looked him over. "Welcome to Ferrous Flex Fitness, where ponies become steeds." She turned away for a moment, tapping away at her keyboard while she chuckled. "Though, the way I see it, they become studs~"

She winked at Cliffy and looked back at her screen once the information popped up. "Ah, yes. This coupon gives you a full Rebuild Regimen on your first day." She nodded at the corridor the buff stallions just went down. "Go right in. One of our trainers will be with you shortly~"

As she spoke, Cliffy felt faint tremors in the floor, accompanied by dull thuds from the left. Turning his head, he spotted another stallion walk in through the other doorway, which appeared to be the exit from the training areas. Though he did not wear a company outfit, he was just as well-built and splendid-looking as the trainers, if not more so. He grinned widely at the receptionist and winked at her, barely noticing the wiry pony as he passed by and left the way Cliffy came in. The mare chuckled and blew a kiss at him in response, after which she rolled her eyes. "Repeat customer..."

Cliffy took a few moments to pick his jaw back up. "Jeez... really?"

"Oh yes," she said. "Didn't look much better than you when he first came in. No offense."

She winked again and giggled as Cliffy blushed at her remark. "Right..." he said, staring down the corridor the mare had directed him to. After watching such a stacked stallion openly flirt with the hot receptionist right before his eyes, he was really curious whether this place could accomplish what it promised. His rational mind replied with a very firm "no", but he was too busy having to tear his gaze away from the mare after it wandered back to her delicious curves. She did not seem to mind, or even notice as she tapped away on her keyboard, making Cliffy frown in annoyance.

What, do I need to have a bicep in my brain for you to notice me? He huffed and looked away. Fine then. Here goes nothing.

Legs shaking a bit, he made his way down the corridor to the right. His footsteps echoed off the bare blue and white walls, which reminded him more of a swimming pool than a gym. The passage led past a several unlabeled doors, and he found each one to be locked when he tried them. Apparently he was meant to go even further, making him quite perplexed about the size of the place. No gym he had ever visited was this big, and even some of the malls that contained them were smaller.

Eventually, he came to what looked like a smaller waiting area, with doors labeled as a changing room and showers to the left, and another corridor at the far end, though it was currently sealed off by glass doors. Another trainer stood in front of it, wearing the familiar company outfit over his blueish-white coat. He had pleasant green eyes and a short-cropped brown mane and tail, though thankfully not in any intimidating style like those goons who pretended to be ex-military. His muscular arms were crossed over his rock-solid chest, and his lips curled into a smug smile as he noticed the new arrival. "Ah, you must be Cliffy, correct?" he called out.

He reached out to shake Cliffy's hand, who meekly reciprocated. "Yes, I'm--gah!" His eyes widened as the firm grip nearly crushed his bony fingers, then struggled to stay on his feet when the trainer nearly shook the life out of him. "Whoa! Hey!"

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Heavy Heft." The stallion kept smiling, seemingly oblivious to Cliffy's frustration. As he spoke, he put an arm around his customer and led him straight through the glass doors. "Yes, yes, I've heard all the jokes and got all the looks... though if you got the looks I did, you'd never joke again~"

"Sure..." Cliffy eyed the stallion suspiciously while he massaged his aching hand. He glanced back for a moment, wondering why he was not sent off to change his clothes first, but a slight tug from Heft's arm jolted him back, not to mention made him nearly stumble forward. Huffing again, he looked back at his handler, fidgeting slightly. He was not exactly a fan of being herded around like this, and he struggled to find something to talk about, if only to distract himself. "So... what about this place is so 'different' from the rest, huh?"

Heft chuckled and shook his head, patting Cliffy's shoulder, whose entire body rattled in response. "Different? Well, for starters, our training actually works." They reached the far end of the corridor, passing various chambers along the way. Some of the rooms had windows along the walls, though they did not show anything peculiar. Cliffy saw saunas, massage rooms, yoga, and even acupuncture. Only a few were occupied, and all the customers were either well-built stallions or equally fit mares. One of the massage rooms showed another female employee, her spandex outfit much more revealing than the receptionist's, and her curves no less impressive.

Cliffy sighed, his head feeling like it wanted to anchor him to the floor, but another firm tug from Heft dragged him along, while the scrawny colt grumbled silently. "Speaking of methods," the trainer said, "here we are." He reached out to open a pair of double doors, revealing a large training room full of various machines. Cliffy trudged inside and looked around, giving a curious hum when he noticed that there were no other customers around. The only other occupants of the chamber were a pair of female employees waiting in a nearby corner, both wearing trainer suits. They gave the stallions knowing smirks, to which Heft winked in response.

"Well, go on~" He gave Cliffy a friendly nudge further into the room, which nearly knocked the stallion off his feet.

"H-wha!" Cliffy stumbled forward, barely able to grab a machine to steady himself. He grumbled and turned around to stare daggers into Heft, only to then blush deeply when he remembered those mare, who no doubt watched him make a fool of himself.

Heft chuckled and nodded his head to his left. "We'll warm up first. Go to that open spot in the middle."

Cliffy gave a low huff and nodded, doing as he was told. His legs shuffled awkwardly as he stood among the imposing body-building machines -- which he preferred to think of as "torture devices" -- and a few beads of sweat formed on his brow already, especially each time he stole a glance at the mares nearby. They smiled and waved in response, making his blush even brighter as he quickly looked away.

Heft walked up beside him and started with some standard warm-up exercises. Jogging in place, swinging his arms, rotating his shoulders, his spine, and his legs. Not a single muscle nor joint was left untouched, and the exertion accelerated his heart rate and breathing, while his clothes began to show the first stains from sweat. Yet again he wondered why they never got him to change his clothes, but Heft gave him no time to demand an answer. After a few minutes, he took the panting Cliffy by the shoulder and moved him over to a treadmill. "Alright, so far so good. Let's do a bit of cardio, shall we?"

He smiled, placed Cliffy onto the device -- even as the scrawny stallion began to shake his head -- and he pressed the button to activate it, forcing his trainee to start running almost immediately. It was a good deal faster than how Cliffy usually liked to run, especially since he preferred not to run at all. He groaned as his muscles burned, and the room itself started to feel rather hot. Not enough to be a hazard, but enough to make one sweat profusely, while their imagination did the rest.

"Mmmgh..." Cliffy grumbled under his breath, cursing the day he ever thought of coming here. His chest ached from his pounding heart, and his throat felt like his rapid breaths were scraping it apart from the inside. Blood roared in his head, and the room felt like a furnace, filled with the fumes from his burning and melting body. And yet, by clinging to some tiny sliver of will he had left, he managed to keep running. Glancing to his side, he saw the mares in the corner looking on curiously. The moment Cliffy's gaze met their own, they gave him encouraging smiles, which caused more blood to rush to his cheeks, but also gave him an extra surge of stamina. He even got a faint response between his legs, but the overwhelming strain from the exercise quickly drained his enthusiasm.

"'Our training works'... yeah right..." he muttered between gasps for breath.

Heft did not reply, merely gave a few reassuring words and pats on the back to keep Cliffy running. Occasionally, the large stallion lowered the speed a little, just as his client's legs were about to give out. That and the mares silently cheering him on were the only things that kept Cliffy from giving up. Finally, after what felt like an hour, the treadmill slowly ground to a halt, and Heft gave him another bone-rattling pat on the back. "Good work, Cliffy," he said. "Glad you've got determination. That's the first building block, and the sky is the limit from here~"

He then nodded to the mares, who hopped off their chairs and came up to Cliffy with a bottle of energy drink and a pair of towels. He groaned and shuddered, gasping for breath as he clung to the treadmill's console, trying to lift his head. His vision was slightly blurry, but he could just about make out the duo's features.

"Hi, I'm Coral," the first one said. "Nice to meet ya. Welcome to FFF~" Her mane and coat were different shades of coral blue, and her figure was even lovelier up close, the trainer suit barely hiding any details. Without asking Cliffy for permission, she pushed the bottle into his hand, took off the cap, and gently lifted it to his lips before he could respond.

"H-Hi... I'm--mmph!" His eyes widened as the plastic opening met his lips, and the bottle tilted up, letting its contents flow into his mouth. The fluid had a subtle sweetness to it, making it taste heavenly and refreshing, especially after such a monstrous workout. He barely hesitated, gulping it down instinctively and giving a muffled hum in response.

"Hello, I'm Satin Weave~" the other mare introduced herself. Her coat was a silvery gray, contrasted by her deep red mane, and her figure was just as delectable as her partner's. While Coral was a bit more "built" up top, Satin definitely had an advantage in her gluteus maximus. Once Cliffy downed a third of the bottle, Coral set it aside, and both mares got to work, quickly wiping off any sweat that had built up all over his body.

"H-Hey!" he blurted out, blushing even deeper. "What's the big idea?" His bony legs kept shaking from the recent strain, not to mention his body reacting to a pair of gorgeous mares casually caressing him all over, hitting quite a few sensitive spots along the way. It was wholly unexpected for a simple gym workout, but he had to admit, it was not entirely unwelcome either.

The duo simply giggled and kept wiping him all over, even going under his shirt and practically every place they could reach without being indecent. "Drink up," Heft said, looking on from the side. "It's gonna be a busy day, and you need to stay hydrated."

"Could've at least asked me first..." Cliffy said under his breath. Once Coral and Satin were done, the former made him drink another hearty dose, followed by the two giving him a very brief massage. He bit his lip to hold back a moan as their gentle, yet firm hands rubbed down his arms and legs, helping ease some of the burn and ache. Finally, they gathered their things and retreated to their corner, their hips swaying enticingly right in front of him. Heft chuckled as he took the gawking stallion's arm, and he guided Cliffy to the next machine.

"Huh..." Cliffy muttered, shaking his legs off as he walked after Heft. While it was difficult to tell through the fatigue and dull ache all over his body, he could have sworn that his limbs felt a bit... tighter. "Hm..."

"Something wrong?" Heft asked with a smile.

"Huh?" Cliffy blinked and shook his head. "Oh, uh... nothing." Probably just a bit of muscle fever, he thought.

The mere sight of the next machine sent a chill down Cliffy's spine, countering the fiery hell he felt so far. It was a seated pulldown machine, and Heft would not take no for an answer, pushing him into the seat firmly. The large stallion rattled off a few more nonsensical workout catchphrases while he set up a lethal-looking amount of weights. "Don't let the load scare you," he said with a smirk. "Here, watch."

Demonstrating his strength, he reached up and did rep one-handed, making Cliffy's jaw drop. He could not see a hint of strain on any of Heft's features, and he felt like curling up in the trainer's mere presence, especially when the same strong arm reached for him next. Heft simply chuckled again and took Cliffy's hands, guiding them onto the bar. "You're the mean machine, and you're gonna dominate all this junk," he said. "Now pull!"

Despite thinking he would yank his arms out of his sockets if he tried, the sudden command of the stallion jolted him into action. Cliffy gritted his teeth and pulled, arms quivering as he put all he had into trying to move the ludicrous amount of weights. "Hnnngh! Y-You're... kidding me... gah!"

By some miracle, his joints held on at the cost of tremendous pain, and the weights actually did move. Not as easily as how Heft did it, but Cliffy managed to do a rep, followed by the next one. His muscles felt like they were ripping to shreds, but just as his fingers were about to slip off the handle, Heft forced them right back. He stayed close at all times, instructing Cliffy on how to breathe, pace himself, and to not give up. "Pain is just the sign of progress," he said. "We have to tear you down before we can build you up again~"

After a good long session consisting of too many reps that a pony was meant to survive, Heft gave a satisfied nod and let Cliffy take a break. The stallion nearly collapsed on the bench under the bar, while the mares appeared at his sides once more. Coral made him drink the last of the bottle before she opened a fresh one, while Satin Weave massaged his aching arms and back. Their combined efforts helped soothe the agony in his muscles, and he let out a sigh of relief, making them let out a chuckle as he leaned into their embrace. He hummed softly, enjoying their heavenly handiwork, and he nearly let out a groan of disappointment when the mares suddenly pulled away, and he looked up to see Heft gesturing at the next machine.

"Hey, no slacking off now, tough guy," the trainer said with a grin. "You didn't sign up just to lay around~"

"Mmmf... fiiine." Cliffy rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the bench, shuddering a little as he moved in his sweat-soaked clothes. A slight wooziness came over him, making him stumble as he followed Heft, and he took a few deep breaths, but the faint lightheaded sensation never fully left. He figured it was just fatigue, and maybe things would clear up again once he got some proper rest. His arms felt heavy, swinging limply at his sides, and he was eternally grateful when he saw that the next machine involved using his legs.

Heft motioned Cliffy into a reclining seat, adjusting it for the proper angle, and he propped his client's feet up against a large plate. He then picked up an impressive amount of weights yet again, making Cliffy shift nervously on his seat as he watched the massive load he would be going up against.

"Lets get put those legs to work, shall we?" Heft said. Placing his hands on Cliffy's knees, he gently pressed on them, guiding him through the first rep. "Push, then slowly ease it back."

"Hnnngh!" Cliffy tensed up, teeth clenching, and he trembled all over as he battled against the enormous weight. His legs burned and ached, the muscles feeling like they were popping and tearing at the seams. Still, inch by inch, he managed to move the plate until his knees were straight, after which he eased it back, gasping for breath when the plate hit supports again. "Ghh... y-you trying to kill me or something...?" Not even bothering to wait for a reply, he took a deep breath and pushed again, face turning red from the effort.

"Heh-heh, kill you?" Heft winked at the duo. "Not a chance. That would ruin our reputation~"

"Come on, Cliffy, you can do it!" Coral said.

"Don't quit now!" Satin added. "You're on your way to becoming a true steed!"

The trainers had another round of chuckling, while Cliffy kept struggling desperately. Instead of confounding him and sapping his strength, the sound of laughter somehow compelled him to try harder, as though each push would get him further away from anypony ever humiliate him like this ever again. It was no small feat, given how each rep seemed to tear the very life out of him, but he refused to stop. His legs soon felt as brutalized as his arms, but through the agony, he also noticed a few hints of improvement. The plate moved a tad easier than how he fared with the previous machine, and his heart and lungs seemed to keep up a little better as well, though still just barely.

When Heft finally ended the exercise, Cliffy leaned back and went limp on the seat, wheezing and smiling weakly at Coral and Satin. The mares brought him a fresh bottle and gave another rubdown session, taking a good amount of time to knead every bit of tension out of his legs. They did not speak while they worked, but more than once Cliffy caught them giving him suggestive looks, especially while their delectable, firm bodies moved agonizingly close to his crotch. As they moved up and down along his legs, their breasts kept brushing against his thighs, while their thorough handiwork kept "accidentally" moving across his crotch. Strictly through the clothes, of course.

Cliffy blushed and held back a groan, struggling to remain still, even despite the fatigue. The fabric of his pants was strained by a now visible bulge, though none of his companions seemed to want to point it out. In his head, he scolded himself to get a grip and, perhaps for the first time in his life, tried to focus his attention on the ache in his limbs, just to block out all the lewd fantasies floating through his mind. Yet in spite of his efforts, all it took was one teasing finger trailing across his belly, or a quiet giggle to his side, and the assistants were in the center of his attention once more.

Once again, before he could get too comfortable with Coral and Satin working on him, the mares pulled away, and Heft took him to the next machine, which was a seated chest press. He smiled, watching Cliffy carefully navigate the maze of machinery, a slightly dazed look on his face. The lightheaded sensation persisted, though still not enough to cause trouble. If anything, the wooziness made it easier to play along and overcome any leftover hesitation.

Once the stallion took his seat, Heavy Heft opened his mouth to start his usual monologue, only to be cut off when his watch beeped. He glanced down at his wrist and sighed. "Aw, just when it was getting good." He chuckled and gave his client one last reassuring jab. To Cliffy's surprise, his body did not react like a bowl of jelly this time. "Sorry, Cliffy. You're a fine stallion to work with, but I've got an appointment coming up." Heft smirked and nodded his head at the duo nearby. "Don't worry though, Coral and Satin are staying. They'll take good care of you~"

With that, he turned around and left the chamber, leaving Cliffy to just stare after him slack-jawed. Even after sitting down, the dizziness kept lingering in his body, which did not respond quite the way it used to before he visited this place. Guess they got the part about "guaranteed results" right, he thought. Just hope that doesn't mean I'm crippled for life...

Before he could ponder that any further, however, the mares approached Cliffy and, as Heft promised, helped prepare the machine for him. They cooed to him teasingly and giggled, guiding his hands into place much more carefully than was necessary, which drew out the bodily contact. Any complaints about being "abandoned" were flushed out of Cliffy's head, and he bit his lip to restrain himself. The fabric of his pants strained from the bulge it tried to contain, brought on by the constant touching and whispering.

Desperate not to make a fool of himself, he tried to fight it off by focusing on the workout, putting everything he had into each rep. The more he did, the more he got used to the intense burning in his muscles. Still, the mares offered a constant distraction, giggling and caressing him from either side while they gave words of encouragement. His arousal stubbornly persisted, along with the haze in his head. It did not cause any trouble with the exercises, and it helped him feel more relaxed about his situation.

"Hmm..." Coral tapped her lip thoughtfully. "You know, we specialize with mare trainees, so technically we're not qualified to work with you." The trainers winked at each other and chuckled. "But, there is a solution~"

Cliffy was about to reply, only to watch as Coral walked over to a TV screen placed on the wall and press one of its buttons. An image appeared on the screen, showing the FFF logo. "Oh!" Satin gently rubbed Cliffy's shoulder and leaned against him, making him blush as her cheek touched his own. "Looks like your program did not specify this part. Which would you prefer? Gentle Giant, or the Rough Tough Stuff~?"

"H-huh?" Cliffy's eyes darted between the two of them, while his hand tried to stealthily tuck his rising shaft away between his thighs. His limbs were stiff and clumsy as they tried to respond. "What's all that mean?" he asked. Looking up at the screen, he raised an eyebrow. "And what's with the TV? I thought the idea was to not be a couch potato."

The mares giggled, making him crack a smile as well. Somehow, it gave him a surge of pride to have impressed the duo with his little quip. "Don't be silly," Coral said as she returned to his side. "This is your trainer. That is, a video designed to guide you through the rest of your regimen..." She leaned in, looking deep into his eyes, her warm breath caressing his face. "While we help keep your gears oiled~"

Satin trailed a hand down his chest for emphasis, moving it down his belly, making his muscles tense up and shudder along the way. She slowed her hand, bringing it to a stop torturously close to his crotch. "You'll keep working out all the same," she purred. "So, what will it be~?"

Cliffy's breathing picked up the pace, and the looks they were giving him did not bode well. Not that he disliked the mares, quite the opposite, his body all but screamed for them to jump him here and now. That alone frightened him, as he would have been disgusted by such behavior on any other day. Despite all that, he somehow managed to stay still, not wanting to just run out on these lovely ladies. "Well..." he muttered. "Both sound kinda stupid, but... I guess I'll go with 'Gentle Giant'."

"Heheh, good boy~" Satin ruffled his hair and kissed his cheek, making him blush deeper and groan, while Coral sauntered back to the screen and pressed a button. Stock upbeat music began to play, followed by a rather cliched intro. The company showed off its logo and the gym itself, featuring clips of ponies at the peak of fitness, either working out or smiling at the camera to show how contented they all were. Meanwhile, Satin guided Cliffy over to the next machine, this one focusing on his arms again to exercise his biceps.

While Coral set up the weights, his ears flicked when he felt Satin gently push a pair of earphones into them, and she clipped the wire and antenna to his shirt. Before he could say a word, the girls hushed him with a teasing caress each, after which they guided his arms to start doing the reps. "Welcome to the Ferrous Flex Fitness video training," said a silky female voice in his ears. It felt soothing and resonant, as if it were in harmony with his very bones. "This program will help you achieve the peak of physical perfection, going beyond anything you and everyone around you had ever dreamed of."

As he looked up at the screen, he saw the footage settle on an empty spot in a training room very similar to where he was now. After a brief pause, a trainer came into view, standing in the middle and looking back at Cliffy with a friendly smile. He was a bit more bulky than Heft, but at the same time, he seemed to radiate calmness with his mere presence, making him a hundred times more appealing to Cliffy than his previous handler. "Hello," the stallion in the video said. "Welcome to Gentle Giant training video. I'm Bison Soul, and I'm very glad you're here." Even his voice was deep and warm, making Cliffy give a little sigh of relief as the words seeped in through the earphones. "So you decided to buff up? Good, you've come to the right place. Now I'm here to teach you how to be a true giant~" He winked and briefly struck a pose, showing off his muscles. The girls at Cliffy's sides let out a giggle.

"Hnngh..." Cliffy grunted as he grabbed the bar, performing the reps absentmindedly. With so much going on around him, it was difficult to focus on any one thing at a time. The girls' laughter and the training video felt like it was mocking him again, making his face redden even more. He opened his mouth for a moment, trying to come up with a retort, but all that came out was his labored breath, and the mares' gentle caress quickly washed away his frustration.

"That's right, keep working it," Bison's voice was calm, yet firm, and he kept the experience fair by performing the exact same exercises Cliffy was doing. "Pull. That's it. Feel your weakness leaving your body. The more it hurts, the more you know you're winning the fight." He grinned at his student, who nodded slowly and held his breath, struggling with renewed effort against the weights.

Between exercises, Cliffy got a quick breather, though he felt less and less in need of it. In fact, at one point he began to seek out the next machine on his own, eager to get back into the grind. Still, the mares told him to stop, fed him energy drinks, and massaged his limbs tirelessly. As the training explored the various muscle regions of his body, more and more of him began to feel that odd tightness. His chest, his arms, his legs all felt a bit heavier than normal, though quick to move the moment he willed them to. His shirt and pants felt tight as well, and during some of his movements, he actually felt the fabric straining and popping. The moment he tried to shift his attention, however, Bison Soul stepped in.

"Focus," he said in a more strict tone. "If you want to be a Gentle Giant, you can't let anything distract you. Not when you're so close. A wonderful world awaits you where you are every mare's dream and every stallion's idol. It's time we got you there!"

"Hnnngh!" Cliffy grunted louder and louder with each rep, moving between the machines restlessly, unaware of how his clothes seemed to shrink around his sweaty body. Though he could not comprehend it, the more he listened to Bison's voice, the more that subtle yet constant strength in the words seemed to flow into his own body, filling it with boundless, yet tame power. It seemed so close indeed, to be forever rid of that awful sense of being weaker than other stallions, and instead enjoy the bliss of knowing he could best any of them, to say nothing of the mere thought of mares fawning over him.

"Yes! That's the spirit~!" There was barely any transition between the exercises, as far as Cliffy could tell anyway. He was beginning to practically burst with strength, barely feeling the weights or strain of any kind. "Work it! Feel the burn! That heat inside. You know what it says: you're the best stud of them all. No guy can compete, and no mare can resist."

The mares rubbed up to him more and more as they massaged him, which faintly reminded him of his slowly altering body. He began to find that he had to duck to avoid certain things he could easily pass under before, while Coral and Satin's hands had a lot more muscle mass to cover. The pounding of his heart, the heat flowing through his body, and the immense pleasure overwhelmed his senses, leaving him in a contented daze as he stared at the screen.

Bison took a break from his exercises, gulped some energy drink, and a pair of hot mares approached him from either side to rub him down as well. "Ahhh... that's right. Relax. Don't let any disturbing thoughts trouble you. No need to even think much at all. Not when there are so many better things around you." He wrapped one of his bulky arms around the mare on his right, while she giggled and practically melted onto him. "Just focus on what feels good. What is good, which is what you have become. As you can see, these girls know it well enough." Grinning, he slipped his other hand around and groped the flank of the mare on his left, making her moan and giggle, her cheeks flushing. "Cute little bimbos, not the brightest in the world, yet they know what the best things are in life. Though... they might find it hard to admit sometimes. And that's where you come in~"

Still floating in the warm, comfortable daze, Cliffy sat up from the latest machine, only to pause as the sound of fabric tearing rang out. He sluggishly looked down to see that both his shirt and pants finally gave in. He blinked, not even having felt the clothes straining over his limbs, and his eyes widened at what he saw underneath. As the ruined fabric peeled away, it revealed a perfectly sculpted upper and lower body, bulging with muscles and twitching in anticipation of more labor. On top of that, none of it felt strange at all. New, perhaps, and even a bit tingly, but well within the spirit of the session.

"Hot damn," he muttered. "I've... I've become become a god." His voice shook from excitement, with no sign of any concern over how this was even possible. The now bulky stallion lifted his hands, marveling at the sight, and on a whim he decided to start flexing in various poses, such as the ones he would always see on gym advertisements. The feeling of his rock-solid muscles tensing up made him groan with pleasure, as though they were erogenous zones in their own right, and the very fact that he had something to flex at all made him ecstatic. Just as Bison Soul suggested, all thought regarding the process fled Cliffy's mind, and he just grinned happily, which was mirrored by the mares at his sides.

"That, and more, big guy~" Coral giggled as she eased him into the seat of a bench press. Satin finished setting up the weights, while Coral gently pushed Cliffy onto his back and guided his hands onto the bar. She then climbed over him, straddling his firmly toned, bare belly, the muscles shaking slightly as he felt her lovely thighs rub into it. She leaned over him, hands caressing his firm muscles and making him give another moan of pleasure. While the mare blocked Cliffy's view of it, he could feel Satin kneeling between his legs, her hands reaching in to pull the remains of his underwear out of the way. She then gently spread his legs, exposing his twitching, hard shaft. With a delighted coo, she wrapped her hands around it and began to stroke slowly, while Coral caressed Cliffy's face and leaned in to trail kisses along his chest.

"Push!" Bison commanded. His voice was a bit more firm, though only enough to help him regain focus. It echoed deep in Cliffy's head, and he could have sworn he heard some kind of whispering in the background. But It did not matter. He was still brimming with energy, and he had two hot mares working on him. "You're well on your way to becoming a giant. Don't quit on me now!"

"Hmmmf!" Like hell he would quit after having come so far. It was a bit difficult to gather his strength, as the girls' constant teasing and caressing made it hard to even breathe between moans, but now he used it as a source of motivation. Gritting his teeth, he pushed against the bar and easily lifted up the weights over his chest, swiftly doing rep after rep like it was nothing. His cheeks burned, and his hips jerked a few times, shaft twitching and throbbing as Satin gave it a firm squeeze, making a bit of pre leak from the tip. "Hnnngh!"

With each rep, he felt better and better, and not just through the satisfaction of being able to lift so well. A surge of pleasure rushed through him, flowing down his spine to accumulate in his crotch, which then sent back unadulterated pleasure right into his brain. "O-Ohhh ffff--Mnngh!" While he could just barely feel it through the sensations – and not see it at all – his painfully erect cock had reached its full size long ago, yet when Satin leaned in, pressing her tongue against his tip and circling it around the head, the shaft began to swell beyond its normal limits between her stroking fingers. One hand slipped down and cupped his balls, firmly kneading them and slowly making them grow as well. The process set off mind-numbing waves of pleasure, making Cliffy's eyes cross briefly at one point, and he let out an almost guttural groan.

As if responding to his 'call', Coral leaned over him, her delectable breasts squishing into his rock-hard chest, and she kissed him on the lips deeply, swallowing his hot breath and letting him taste hers, while her tongue slipped in to wrestle with his own. The intensity of it felt like an exercise of its own, one which Cliffy was eager to participate in. Before he could get fully absorbed in it, however, he felt her hands caress his face, keeping it tilted backward. Overhead, Cliffy spotted another screen on the ceiling, pointing right at him. If its presence alone was puzzling, the images it showed were even more odd, though not unwelcome.

He saw a buff stallion being tended to by mares, just like he was. He could not make out the face, but it was rather familiar. Was it him? The voices in his ears – which he could always hear but never bring into focus – certainly seemed to claim as much. They told him of wonderful things he could and would be, the words echoing deep in his head, helping him clear out all the clutter. Mares are the most precious thing you have in this world. Be sure to treat them right. Give them what they need. Let them do what they do best. Cute little bimbos, they need big hunks like you to depend on, and they will make you feel good...

The stallion on screen arched his back, moaning as one of the mares engulfed his shaft. At the same moment, Cliffy felt Satin wrap her lips around his own cock, making him echo his 'reflection' above. "Mmmmgh!" He writhed and squirmed underneath the girls' handiwork, and soon enough his hips began to rock back and forth, pumping his shaft into Satin's mouth, while he hungrily made out with her friend. Immense power filled every inch of his being, and he felt an immense urge to show it off, perhaps by lifting both mares and giving them some 'exercise' of his own. But at this moment, he was all but tied to the bench by their efforts, riding the mind-numbing pleasure as his arousal skyrocketed.

Despite the impressive size it was gaining, his cock did not seem to be much of a challenge for Satin, who kept leaning deeper until it pushed into her throat. She moaned, her tight orifice vibrating around it, making Cliffy squirt more pre straight down her throat. Meanwhile, Coral kept happily making out with him, her tongue all but wrapping around his, while her curvy body rubbed into his firm figure. Testosterone flooded his body, while the voices purred into his mind, further filling him with the sense of being a symbol of male perfection. A god that will make all before him bow to his might... and all the females would bend over.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of blissful ascension, Cliffy managed to hit the peak when Satin dove in to engulf his shaft fully. He quickly set the bar back down, though his hands kept gripping it tightly, and he arched his back, letting out a low roar as his cock convulsed in the mare's throat. She moaned in response and pulled back slightly, eagerly gulping down the thick ropes of cum that pumped into her mouth. Coral waited a little to allow Cliffy to breathe, but she could not resist tasting his moans again, and she lunged in to kiss him deeply. Despite his strength, the stallion was shaking all over from the exertion, their teasing extending his orgasm so much that it threatened to make him black out.

It took him a minute to calm down and catch his breath. His limbs were still shaking, and even with the boost he got from the 'exercise', he felt quite spent. Thankfully, the trainers were quick to tend to him, giving him the usual massage and drink, except this time they did not even try to be subtle, rubbing themselves against him all over, trailing kisses along his cheeks while their hands kept wandering to his crotch. His shaft twitched in response, still rock hard and tingling, ready for more. Though he could not quite make them out, those odd voices kept whispering in his ears, compelling him to continue the 'training session'.

Cliffy chuckled and gave a pleased sigh, feeling energy flow back into his limbs. When he came in, those mares looked like they could have tossed him across a football field. Now they might as well have been a pair of feathers as he sat up, wrapping an arm around each of their flanks and easily lifting them up, making them giggle and squirm as they braced themselves on him. "Mmmm... so, ladies," he said. "What say we move on to the next... exercise?"

They eagerly nodded, and he stood up from the bench, carrying them gracefully and with barely any effort, his shaft standing proud and twitching in anticipation. The feeling of his massive cock and balls between his legs was ecstatic on its own, and having two such wonderful mares to 'share' it with made it even better. "That's the spirit!" Bison Soul's voice was still in his ears. "Go and do what you do best... Gentle Giant~"

Hearing the trainer call him that made Cliffy's pride swell even more. He quickly set down the mares on a machine each, the first one being a seated shoulder press. Coral giggled as Cliffy lifted her up so he could settle in and place her on his lap, his massive cock resting against her firm belly. She cooed in delight, thighs twitching around his shaft, while Cliffy took her hands and guided them onto the handles. "Mmm..." He smirked at her. "Let's get started, shall we~?"

His hands gently pulled her shorts out of the way, and he chuckled upon seeing her bare slit, with no underwear in sight. She seemed quite eager already, dampness having formed on her crotch, but just to be safe, he pressed his thumb against those eager, puffy lips, making her moan as he trailed it all the way up to her pleasure button. Satin giggled nearby, leaning over so she would not miss a moment of it, but otherwise she patiently waited in her seat for her turn. Cliffy did not intend to keep her waiting, and 'testing the waters' for a few more moments, he grabbed hold of Coral's thighs and pulled her down, his massive cock pushing into her folds. The mare arched her back in response, her whole body tensing up as she moaned, and her arms instinctively pushed against the machine's bars, lifting the weights with little effort.

"O-Ohhh yeah..." Cliffy groaned in pleasure as he bounced the mare on his lap, slowly at first, letting her adjust to his impressive size. His cheeks flushed as he was flooded with pleasure, her moist, tight pussy feeling heavenly around his cock. Coral played along at first, giggling and moaning as she moved up and down, lifting the weights along the way. She even gave his member a good squeeze or two, making him growl lustfully in response. Moments later, he grabbed her hips more firmly and began to thrust up into her folds, going as deep as he could. At the same time, he leaned in, burying his muzzle in her chest so he could lick, suckle, and nibble to his heart's content.

Satin hummed in awe as she watched her partner's expression shift, eyes crossing and jaw dropping while she all but squealed in delight. Within moments, the professional trainer had been reduced to a breathless slut, overwhelmed by the enormous shaft pistoning into her. Satin's thighs clenched each time she heard either of the two express their arousal, and her own hands slipped onto her sensitive bits, which were all desperate for some attention by now.

Cliffy was quick to oblige, his pace getting faster and faster until he let out a wild roar, pushing Coral down on his shaft until he bottomed out. A faint bulge formed on her abdomen, swelling lightly as his cock convulsed among her moist inner walls, pumping her full of his hot seed. Coral slapped a hand over her mouth just in time, muffling her orgasmic screams while she wriggled from her intense climax. By the time she came down, her limbs all but went limp, and she nearly collapsed in Cliffy's lap before he pulled back and helped her settle into the seat.

Standing up, the 'gentle giant' stretched with a deep, contented sigh, showing off how his cock was still erect and far from done. Saliva pooled in Satin's mouth, and she blinked as Cliffy casually glanced at her, giving a smug grin. Calmly stepping up to the mare, he extended a hand and guided her to her feet, moving her over to the near-catatonic Coral, as if intending to help the other trainer. Cliffy then gently placed his hands on Satin's shoulders and moved her over her colleague, bending her over as he lined up his shaft between her thighs. "O-Ohhh~" Satin and Coral grasped each others' hands, as if holding on for dear life, giggling and groaning as one while their bodies rubbed together.

Moments later, Cliffy pressed his tip against the mare's slit, already wet and throbbing, and he thrust in, making Satin cry out and squeeze into the other mare, her insides clenching around his massive member. His hands trailed down her back and grabbed her hips, giving him good leverage to thrust even deeper. Smirking, he even decided to give a few light smacks as well, just to hear her moan and squeal even louder. Even through the lewd noises around him, he could still faintly hear the voices in his ears. They made him feel something phenomenally thrilling about seeing the two mares this way, overwhelmed by his masculine might and forgetting any of their pride and dignity to become a pair of breathless sluts.

He chuckled as he saw Coral reach up to cup Satin's cheeks, pulling her in for a deep kiss to swallow her hot breath, as if hungry for the taste of her exclamations. His arousal surged at the show, and he upped his pace, eager to see the 'peak' of the training. With both trainers already so wound up, it did not take long for Satin to reach her climax. Cliffy himself had plenty of pressure to release as well, and when he felt her inner walls clamp down on his cock, he gave a loud groan and arched his back, pushing his shaft as far as it could go while it filled the mare to the brim with his hot cum.

As his massive release died down, a brief feeling of vertigo and lightheadedness came over him, making him gasp for breath and slowly pull out, stumbling back from the machine to plop down on the nearest seat. Through the daze, he could still hear those voices, now louder than ever, and his eyelids fluttered as he felt their influence pushing as deep as they could go. He could faintly make out the words "Ferrous Flex Fitness" several times, and somehow just hearing it made a grin tug at his lips.

Bit by bit, his senses came back, and he gasped as he felt feminine hands rubbing his cock and along his muscular frame, helping him relax. Blinking, he looked up to see Coral and Satin smiling down at him as they worked, neither seeming to be impeded by the rutting he gave them, nor the fluids dripping from between their legs. They hummed contentedly as they spread the massage, focusing mainly on his shaft to keep it half-erect, as if to make sure it would keep showing off, just like his new muscles.

Moments later, the sound of footsteps made all three turn around, watching Heft step back into the room, grinning widely as he saw how Cliffy had 'developed.' "Heh-heh, what did I tell you?" he said. Rather than a condescending tap on the shoulder, he kept his distance this time, giving a respectful nod instead. "Ferrous Flex Fitness makes giants, and you're one of our finest."

He glanced at Coral and Satin, letting out a chuckle. "Glad you enjoyed the 'stretching' session, too~" He winked. "But I'm afraid your regimen is over for today. Girls!"

The duo nodded and got up, scurrying off while using their towels to clean themselves off along the way. Before Cliffy could voice his disapproval, however, they returned swiftly, carrying a fresh set of clothes that they held up for him to see. It was a shirt and a pair of shorts made of form-fitting, elastic fabric that would hug his finely-sculpted body tightly, showing off every bulging muscle, not to mention a very special bulge between his legs. There was even a pair of new sneakers for him to wear, and all the articles of clothing bore the FFF logo, which set off that same, odd delight in Cliffy's head that he felt before, making him grin excitedly.

"Thought you might need some new clothes," Heft said, chuckling again. "Not that a stallion as fine as you should have to hide anything once you go back out there~"

"Hehe, thanks~" Cliffy said. The new Gentle Giant got up from the bench, taking the clothes from the trainers and rewarding them each with a kiss and a firm grope. He slipped the clothes on, the form-hugging fabric barely felt along his skin. If he closed his eyes, it still felt like he was proudly showing off his naked, perfectly-sculpted body. Glancing at the mirror, he tried out a few flexing poses to test how the ensemble held up against his massive figure. The whole time, they clung to his body almost like a fluid, never once seeming to strain from his movements.

Truth be told, this combination was rather far from his preferred clothing style, yet the mere sight of the company logos made him swell with pride and joy. Though the voices were no longer playing in his ears, their influence firmly remained, and he could almost hear their echoes, letting him know about the company's strategy. Rather than waste time and money on billboards and flyers, he would be their advertisement, a proof to all stallions who craved strength that Ferrous Flex Fitness was the answer to their needs.

"Ohhh yeah..." Cliffy said, grinning with delight. "This will do nicely~"

"Don't mention it," Heft replied. "This is a recurring 'problem' with our customers. Those who come in always forget to bring clothes for those who come out, heh-heh. Oh, it's on the house, by the way."

The mares at his sides giggled, and he gave them another teasing grope, making them moan and squirm. "Well done, big boy," Coral purred. She gave him a playful caress of her own, making him grunt, his bulge twitching. "You're truly a mare's dream now~"

Satin reached up to removed the earplugs from his ears, after which she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "And all those mares are out there, waiting for you~" she whispered into his ear. It seemed to resonate with his entire being, filling him with the same lust as the rush he got during the video training. Despite the wild ride he gave them, it was clear that the trainers were anything but pushovers.

After the trio cuddled for a few more moments, Heft gave Cliffy a light tap on the shoulder. "Let's head back to reception. Your coupon offers a few more items before you go."

"Oh yeah?" Cliffy sighed, reluctantly releasing the trainers and giving each a deep kiss as a goodbye present. "Mmm... sure thing~" Heft chuckled and gestured for him to follow, and the two massive stallions left the training room, heading back down the hallway that brought them here. Cliffy experienced absolute bliss, the memory of meekly walking down this same passage still fresh in his mind. His new body felt incredible compared to the weakling he was back then, and he could not wait to see how others would react once they saw him.

As they made their way past the various chambers lining the corridor, something in the corner of Cliffy's eye made him pause and turn to look. Heft stopped as well, but oddly enough he never said anything as Cliffy stepped up to the nearby window, peeking into the room curiously. It was a small chamber with a single occupant, a mare sitting on what looked like an exercise machine with a rather complex design. It took a few moments for Cliffy to recognize her, even though all the features were familiar. After all, she was the last pony he expected to find here. "Amethyst Star?" he muttered.

The mare sat in a reclined chair, doing what seemed to be a rather monotonous exercise while she stared at a screen above. Her arms moved back and forth, hands gripping a bar connected to a machine via a cable running through a pulley, letting her lift the weights in it up and down. At first she seemed to be immensely bored with this, but upon looking closer, Cliffy saw that her expression was almost blank, eyes half-lidded and almost unblinking as she gazed at the monitor.

Bit by bit, the stallion made out more interesting details. Amethyst had headphones over her ears, and her clothes were actually the same company outfit as the ones Coral and Satin wore. Odd, as Cliffy was quite sure the mare's ambitions in her life had little to do with physical training. She had mentioned wanting to get into shape a few times, but that was just to balance out days spent hunched over paperwork for all the events she organized. Cliffy doubted she would ever go this far. So why is she--

"Ah, yes," Heft said, stepping beside Cliffy to look through the window. "As you can see, our new trainers get a good workout too before they start the job. Ferrous Flex Fitness needs us all to be at our peak performance."

The moment Heft spoke the company's name, his voice resonated throughout Cliffy's being, and his eyes widened slightly in realization. He then blinked as he saw Amethyst twitch, her legs shuddering and squirming, and he noticed a thin pink cord that was slipped under her shorts, disappearing between her thighs. Within moments, she had to pause, tilting her head back slightly to give a low moan. A small tube came up before her mouth, and she eagerly leaned in to suckle on it, drinking what appeared to be clear water, though it had a familiar glint in the light that Cliffy had seen just recently.

She was given a few seconds to drink and catch her breath, after which the tube retreated to its slot, and she gripped the bar again to resume the exercise. For a moment, Cliffy could have sworn that with each rep, her muscles became more firm and noticeable. A blissful smile tugged on her lips, making her expression all the more dreamy. Across her widening thighs, the letters "FFF" became more and more prominent, and Cliffy's grin widened to the same pace. Shock had given way to excitement, and he turned to Heavy Heft with a chuckle. "Can't wait to see how well she does in there," he said, nodding his head in the direction of the training room they had left.

Heft smiled back and nodded. "Come back tomorrow. I'm sure she can squeeze in a warm up session just for you~"

Both stallions laughed as they continued down the hallway, their voices alone radiating power, let alone the sight they created. Upon getting back to the reception, they found a pair of scrawny teens lazily fishing out bits from their pockets, clearly doubtful about the gym's promises, while the mare behind the desk patiently held out their registration cards. All three turned to look at the approaching giants, the colts' jaws dropping in awe, and they even seemed to curl up slightly, making Cliffy struggle to hold back his laughter.

"Oh my~" The receptionist whistled and turned back to her customers. "Well, as you can see, gentlemen... this is what FFF can do for you~" She gestured to Cliffy and gave him a wink, to which he grinned and made a show of stretching, pretending to just ease a bit of tension in his limbs, while the motions put his rock-hard muscles on full display.

The colts looked at each other, and after a brief period of shock, they immediately began filling out the papers placed in front of them. Meanwhile, the receptionist turned to Cliffy with a smile. "Ah, I see you're done for the day. One moment..." She tapped a few keys, and the printer next to her whirred for several seconds, after which she reached into it to retrieve two handfuls of colorful paper. One was blue, featuring the familiar company logo, while the other was a glaring pink and had a much different theme.

"These are additional coupons for FFF, tied to your name," she said about the first bundle. "Feel free to hand them out to anypony who is curious, and you will earn a 50% discount for each new customer~"

"Oh? Excellent~" Cliffy said as he took the coupons. A deeper sense of pride welled up inside him, along with a desire to repay the company's kindness. In fact, it felt like an outright duty of his to go out there, helping draw as many ponies to Ferrous Flex Fitness so they could become as majestic as he was. The whispering echoed in his ears, and he smiled when his compliant thoughts gave him a reward of joy.

"And these are for our parent company," the receptionist went on, handing over the pink coupons. Cliffy glanced down at the writing and made out the words 'Pink Paradise' in curly, glittery letters. "If you encounter any mares who are, shall we say, lacking..." The mare behind the desk chuckled. "Just give them one of these and persuade them to pay a visit~"

"Mmm, I see~" Cliffy's bulge twitched in his pants, the words yet again filling his head with ideas that seemed to come out of nowhere, yet they all felt right and impossible to argue with. The receptionist winked and turned back to the colts, who shakily handed over their cards. Cliffy smirked and reached out to pat them both on the back, making them grunt and brace themselves on the desk. "Keep your chin up, boys. You're in for one wild ride~"

With that, he turned to head for the exit, eager to reveal the new Cliffy to the rest of the world. And, in particular, to a very special mare of his.

Though he tried to be as gentle as he could, the entire frame rattled as his fist rapped on the door a few times. Cliffy held his breath, already smiling as he heard the footsteps beyond the door. It swung open to reveal Rosey Thorn, staring in confusion at first, as though she were looking at a complete stranger. "Can I help y--" Her words trailed off, and her eyes widened, her palm slapping over her mouth to muffle a gasp. "C-Cliffy? Is that... you?"

"The one and only, babe~" Cliffy replied, casually stepping forward to embrace the mare. She shuddered all over, her knees turning to jelly almost instantly, and she could only whimper while desperately holding on to keep herself upright. The stallion chuckled and helped her stand, leaning in to nuzzle her and give a quick peck on her nose.

"O-Oh my gosh..." she blurted out. "You're... absolutely amazing. How did they... you... my goodness..." Her fantasy was coming true right before her eyes, exceeding all expectations, and now the only loose end was herself. Countless times she had imagined this scene, acting all sassy and playful, teasing her dream stallion in various slutty ways to give him a good time. Now here she was, barely able to form words, while her coltfriend just chuckled and gave her a gentle squeeze on her rear, nearly making her jump. "Nnngh!"

"Heh-heh, excited to see me, huh~?" Cliffy himself could not be happier. Though Rosey was always delighted to see him, he could not forget all those recent weeks where, beneath the smiles and lovey-dovey talk, the mare was clearly in need of something that he could not provide. Now, that need was apparently more than satisfied, letting him see Rosey happier than ever before.

"Ohh yes!" She finally regained enough of her composure to pull back from the embrace and stand on her feet. Her cheeks were bright red as she had felt Cliffy's mighty bulge against her belly, and one glance at his crotch made her thighs quiver in response.

"Mmm... then I better not disappoint~" Cliffy wrapped his arms around Rosey, making her yelp as he effortlessly picked her up and carried her over to their bedroom. She was trembling all over with excitement, thrilled by the power he felt in Cliffy's limbs, and she could not wait to see how well the rest of him performed. He was quick to deliver, pushing her onto her back and leaning in to start kissing her deeply, while his strong hands gently pulled her pants down. Her legs squirmed in excitement, and she moaned into his mouth as she felt his massive shaft slip in between her thighs. She was wet by the time his tip rubbed against her slit, and her whole body tensed up as he pushed in, pleasure flooding her entire being.

The next few hours were the most intense experience Rosey had ever had in her life. Cliffy was an absolute beast, yet a gentle soul at the same time, managing to hold her in all sorts of lewd poses while rutting her non-stop. She bounced on his lap or leaned against the wall, Cliffy holding her weight while she just focused on opening herself up as much as she could. At one point, he even picked her up and stood up from the bed, holding her upside down, pressed against his torso, her head between his thighs while he leaned in to nuzzle her crotch. She gasped, letting him slip his cock in her mouth while he ate her out.

Finally, they came to a halt and plopped back down on the bed. Cliffy giving a satisfied groan as he leaned back, having barely worked up a sweat. Next to him, Rosey was a panting, squirming mess, limbs shaking from exhaustion, not to mention the afterglow. The bulky stallion glanced over with a smile, reaching out to caress her cheek. Rosey blushed and hummed contentedly in response, slowly cuddling up to him.

"Mmm..." Cliffy felt warm all over, the intense pleasure now being replaced by the heat of their love. It was everything a stallion could ask for: a fit, perfect body, and the perfect mare to be at his side. Still, it was his turn to feel that something was missing. Rosey was a splendid mare, but could it be that now he was too much for her? The way she reacted certainly implied as much. Cliffy closed his eyes, once again hearing faint echoes of the voices during the training session.

Is that a good idea? I don't think she really needs it... I mean... He frowned a little, as he felt like he was thinking too hard about this. His hands rubbed along her body, exploring her chest, her waist, her hips, her rear, and even her thighs, making her give a low groan and squirm in response. Her voice was music to his ears, yet his hands remained restless, seeking non-stop and never finding anything that would fully satisfy. No matter how delectable she was, everything felt small and fragile, in risk of coming to harm if he ever went all out. There was not much point to 'bulking up' if he would always have to hold back.

Sighing, he turned his head and glanced at his shorts on the nightstand beside the bed, the corner of a pink piece of paper sticking out from one of his pockets. Well, I went through with the gym, didn't I? I'm sure she'd understand. A wide grin tugged on his lips the more he thought about it. I bet they could make her just as happy as I am now. Then she could handle me like a real pro.

With a contented hum, he wrapped his arm around Rosey and gave her a gentle squeeze. "Say Rosey..."

"Hmm?" Rosey fidgeted a little, giggling as she rubbed against him.

"I know a place we could visit tomorrow."

"Oh?" She turned around to peck his lips. "Mmm... what kind of place?"

Cliffy met her eyes and grinned. "A very special salon, from what I heard. Just a little makeover. I'm sure you'll love it~"