Liz Delacruz returned to Tony's stall an hour and a half after leaving. As predicted the boys were exactly how she left them. Roger impaling the milking machine and getting his daily production harvested, and Tony hilted in Roger's ass grinning blissfully as his own daily production, and more importantly excess fluid, was harvested by Roger.
"Ok Tony, time to pull out and un-hook Roger."
"Awwww, I don't wanna yet", Tony pouted even while thrusting into Roger.
"Tony, if you're good you get to do this every morning."
"Ok." Tony grinned and slowly pulled his 20+" member out of Roger. Roger, for his part nickered in protest.
"Good boy.", Liz ruffled Tony's mane as she turned off the milker and began freeing Roger. Once he was free, she then petted Roger, "Such a good boy. You did great." Roger whickered in return.
"Alright Tony, let's go. We have work to do. "Liz opened the stall and led Tony to an outdoor paddock with an assortment of strange objects. There were barrels of different weights, large rocks, and a few tree trunks.
"What's all this?" Tony asked, sounding unsure. His tail stopped moving.
"This is for strength work. While pony racing has the arms restrained, it is still a contact sport with occasional slams and trips. When it's time to make a hole and go, you need to be able to force the other horses out of the way and come up through the field. Frankly you need to move them if necessary. For today, no arm restraints, in fact we'll be working them hard."
Tony grinned as he realized they were about to get serious, "I thought you said no workouts for a week?"
"I said no running for a week. Besides, this will all help with the belly fluid. Now let's get started."
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Max kicked back in his manager's chair. Bob and Liz had both just come in an sat down. It was time for the 4pm farm status meeting. "Ok, let's get started. Liz, how did it go with the ponies today?"
"I have to say it went quite well", Liz began. "The breeder's production ran 130% of expectations. That's likely because Tony got involved and assisted with the anal stimulation."
Max laughed at hearing that. "I'm not surprised. As long as Tony's attitude is good and cooperative I have no issues with that."
"I need to thank Bob for helping with our improvised equine gym equipment. I could not have done it without him and his men."
Bob smiled, "Thank ya, ma'am. It was a challenge."
"I put Tony through a high intensity workout focused on the upper body and abdominal region. I gotta say he has a really good work ethic based on what I've seen so far. His stomach is down considerably. He is gonna be hurting tomorrow though..."
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Tony sat on the bed in his stall. Roger was busy messaging his heck and shoulders. His entire upper body felt like an overstretched rubber band. Every muscle sore, especially his shoulders and abs. By human standards he had been lifting insane weights, using tree trunks as bar bells, small boulders as dead weights. Tony might be hurting, but he had a new appreciation for how strong the treatment had made him. He gritted his teeth and smiled through the pain. Developments were getting serious. He could finally see competition coming on the far horizon.
Bob came into the stall with grooming equipment. "Hi boys, ready for your grooming?"
Tony moaned as Roger hit a knot in his back. "Hi Bob, better take Tony first. He's hurt'in", Roger commented.
Tony stood and let Bob start working on him. "So Tony, how did you like that workout today?"
"Oh my god that was intense. I didn't know racers were so strong."
"Yep stud, they are", Bob chuckled as he brushed Tony's flanks. "They will run your tail over if you're slow on the track. There are usually about 5 tramplings a year on the circuit."
"Damn!" Tony was genuinely shocked to hear that. "Owwww."
"You have to be prepared to do unto others, as my old preacher used to say. It's serious competition. "Bob finished up removing the knots from Tony's tail. "You sweated a hell of a lot, you could really use a bath, you're quite ripe."
"Let's do that tomorrow Bob. I'm really sore, and the smell is quite sexy." Tony winked at Roger who stuck his tongue out in return.