The next day began just like the last. Trainer Liz showed up early in the morning to hook Roger up for his milking session, while Tony got a chance to add his indispensable contribution to Roger's ass.
Roger was really starting to enjoy these sessions with Tony and the milker. His mate's cock was far preferable to some anal stimulation probe. While Roger would love to be depositing his fluids into Tony, given the problems that caused, this was actually a good solution for their relationship during the season.
When Liz returned and unhooked Roger, she asked the still very sore Tony to follow her. "Today obviously we can't do more upper body. You are way too sore and your muscles need recovery time. We are actually going out on the track, but not to run. You've come a long way, but we need to get you walking."
The two strolled out on the training track. "Frankly Tony I also want the chance to talk to you to get to know you better. I have a few things I'm very curious about, for instance, what possesed you to want to become a pony?"
Tony chuckled, "Sounds crazy doesn't it? The fact is, life was boring and not showing any signs of improving. I was looking at a future with a low paying job scraping by. I missed the track competition from school, that's where I really felt alive. Looking at the situation, this sounded like a fun change to make to get back to what I love in life, and shed all the stuff I hate."
"Like human responsibilities?" Liz interjected.
"Yup", Tony agreed. "I wasn't gifted with enough raw talent and physical prowess to make it as a top level human athlete. I figured the pony re-engineering might give me a real chance at competitive greatness. It's a whole second chance at a competitive athletic career. "
"Any regrets about making the change so far Tony?"
Tony shook his head no in an exaggerated equine manner. "I can't say I have a single regret so far. I expected lots of hard work and a restricted life. There has been nothing I can't handle. The fact is I'm mated to someone I love dearly who is sharing the dream with me, and I have a master who cares for me. All things considered I think I'm about as lucky as a pony can be."
Liz laughs, "Your master certainly let's you get by with a lot."
"Naw, that's just ponytude", Tony responded with a wink and a smirk. "My master and I love and respect each other. He is my brother. I picked him because I knew I could trust him to not be abusive and to be loving."
"It looks to me like you made a real good choice there", Liz commented. "Another thing I've noticed is your complete lack of inhibitions. In most ponies you can definitely see that there are things that make them uncomfortable. From what I can see nothing bothers you at all."
This was an area Tony had to think about. He couldn't exactly tell Liz he eliminated his inhibitions with the Chronivac. "I definitely had hang-ups as a human. The first time I was naked in public was bad." Tony chuckled, "That was the first time Roger saw me naked. I made up my mind I want to become a pony, and that I not going to waste time fretting about human nonsense that no longer applies. I want this too badly. I guess it amounts to a kind of willpower. It also has to do with embracing the fact that I'm not human anymore."
"Well your willpower is impressive. You seem to embrace everything about being a pony. Well almost anyways. Most ponies don't get to sleep in a bed and play video games."
Tony laughed, "Ok, guilty. I admit I love my video games, and my master likes to play against me, so who am I to argue? As far as the bed, I suppose I could sleep standing up like most ponies are forced to, I don't see that helping my race performance any. Just because I've embraced being a pony doesn't mean I want to punish myself." Tony smiled and flicked his mane for emphasis.
Liz nodded, "Just so you understand, when we go off to the Yearling Meet at Santa Anita you'll be staying, training, and racing at the track for a couple of months. No video games! You have to earn a stall with a bed! Once you win a race you can have a bed, and Roger can join you. This is not Max being weird, that is actually the way the track works the meet."
Tony looked thoughtful as he considered this. "Thanks for letting me know, that's interesting. I haven't come this far just to let some inconveniences get in the way. Besides, it's all part of the work necessary to win. If I have to spend a couple of months sleeping on my hooves, so be it. All the other ponies will be in the same boat. It's all equal. Besides, I will win and have a bed."
"I like your attitude." Liz reached up and ruffled Tony's mane. "I've got things I need to take care of. Just keep walking, with occasional laps of trotting and jogging. Lunch break at noon, you're done at 4. Any questions?"
Tony smiled. She trusted him to supervise his own session. "Nope, no questions."
"See you later." With that, Liz walked off and left the track to tend to other duties.