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The air conditioning for the training wing had been cranked up high for the afternoon. As an arctic fox, Joey was prone to overheating while exercising, even with her thinner summer coat in season, meticulously brushed to shed as much excess fur as possible. Cold air streamed from discrete vents set between the wooden slats of the ceiling. Joey was very nearly nude. Yet she still felt like she was overheating.\n\nShe paced the length of the benches, admiring the gear laid out neatly on them. Almost every square inch of surface was given over to some manner of latex, leather, or metal. Hoof boots, made of sturdy leather, carefully sized for her paws and legs. An intricate strappy harness for her hips, chest, and shoulders. A strict posture collar. A bridle. Leather straps. So many leather straps. Further down were more...intimate items. Her claws absentmindedly brushed against the hard steel surface of her chastity belt. Despite herself, she felt her traitorous tail begin to wag. Unbecoming!\n\n“Excited?” Allison asked from the opposite side of the bench. The corner of her mouth twitched upward. The older vixen never quite smiled, except to dole out approval as a reward in small, measured doses. She gazed at Joey over half-moon glasses.\n\n“Yes, Miss,” Joey said. “I’ve been looking forward to today.”\n\n“Mm. You’ve been practicing?”\n\nShe nodded. “I’ve been wearing the new boots around the house. I’m getting used to the extra height.”\n\n“Good,” she said, and there it was, laser targeted: the hint of a smile, the twinkle in the eyes.\n\nThe assistants watched in silence. There were two of them, one on either side of the exit, and they were troublesome to tell apart. Like most of the facility staff, each of the vixens wore plain athletic shorts and a sport top, the only defining feature being the stylized letter Q stitched unobtrusively over one breast. The shorts did little to conceal the polished steel bands locked around their waists. Joey wondered if they got to take off their chastity belts at the end of the day or if it was a more long-term arrangement like her own.\n\nAlthough, if things went well today, her belt might be coming off a little earlier than promised…\n\n“No use beating around the bush,” Allison said, all business again. “Your reservation is for two hours and I intend to use it fully. Are you ready?”\n\nAt those words, Joey straightened up, standing at attention with her arms clasped behind her back. “Yes, Miss.”\n\n“Excellent.” Allison clapped her hands together. The narrowed eyes meant dangerous things. “Girls?”\n\nLike a magic trick, the two vixens appeared from behind their mistress, one on either side. A moment later, two more appeared, flanking Joey. Now that[/i] was an interesting development. Joey had only ever seen two in a room at any point in time. They all regarded her with cool indifference.\n\n“Get her geared up,” Allison commanded.\n\nIn unison, they surrounded Joey. One of them produced a familiar key—from where, Joey wasn’t sure. She held very still as the vixen knelt in front of her. A moment later, Joey’s chastity belt unlatched. She shuddered as her pussy was suddenly exposed to the cool air. By instinct, she moved to cover herself—or tried. Several sets of strong paws grabbed her arms, restraining her.\n\nThe leather mitts came first—they were taking no chances with roaming fingers it seemed. After all, she still had several weeks of chastity to go, depending on how today went. They slipped the mitts onto her paws and tied the laces, trapping her clenched fingers within the stiff leather. Only then did the others release her arms. Perhaps Joey could have snuck in a clumsy rub or two if she had been so inclined, but Allison was ever watching, and Joey was not stupid.\n\nThe body harness came next. Joey gingerly stepped into one leg loop and then the other. Two of the vixens worked in tandem to wrap the network of straps and buckles around her waist, chest, and shoulders, while the others fastened them as they went. Even as they were working, another vixen appeared holding the posture collar. Within seconds, it was fastened around her neck.\n\nThe assistants were firm and unsubtle, but not harsh. They worked in determined silence, guiding Joey with gestures and the occasional, clipped command. They even sounded all alike. Joey had given up trying to count or keep track.\n\nShe grunted as they pulled her arms behind her back, bending them up to cross in a strict reverse prayer and pulling the harness tight, pinning her upper arms to her sides and lifting her breasts. The head harness was next, holding the bridle and bit in place behind her teeth. One of the vixens wrapped the base of her hair tightly in a long ribbon. She felt paws grabbing at her tail as well. She could hardly stop wagging it long enough for the vixens to do their work.\n\nThe kiss of cold lubricant on her tailhole made her squeak in surprise. The metal plug was not overly large, but it still took some patient prodding before she relaxed enough for it to slide into place, the flared base nestling between her ass cheeks. They pulled the straps tight, locking it in place. Her legs trembled.\n\nAnd then, finally, the part she had been looking forward to the most: the boots. Two of the assistants held Joey’s upper body steady by the arms and shoulders, while a third held the boot open and the fourth guided her paw into it. The boot fit like a second skin, the sturdy leather matching every curve of her paw and leg nearly all the way up to her knee once it was zipped up.\n\nJoey wavered as they prepared the second boot, as she had to stand on one leg briefly and that leg was now several inches longer thanks to the hoof. They patiently guided her paw into the boot and helped her stand straight. The extra height was disorienting.\n\nThey were done, but they didn’t release her yet. Four pairs of paws grasped her arms and shoulders, keeping her firmly in place. Reins were clipped to her bridle.\n\nAllison stepped in front of her. With the added height of the boots, Joey found herself looking down at the trainer, who tugged briefly at the harness straps and checked the buckles on the bridle, before nodding approvingly. She held out a paw to the side, taking the reins from one of the vixens before Joey even realized she was there.\n\n“Release her,” Allison said, and she suddenly found herself standing on her own. Allison stepped back and made a come-hither motion with one finger, leading her carefully with the reins.\n\nJoey obediently began to trot forward. She might have been unsteady with the extra height of the new boots, but she still had walked in hooves before, even bound up like this. The boots made uneven clops against the floor as she took a step, then another, raising her knees high like a good pony should. The fourth step was too long, and she nearly stumbled. A half-dozen paws surrounded her, ready to grab, but she shook her head and kept trotting, stopping obediently in front of Allison.\n\n“Hmm,” the trainer said, motioning her to turn around. Joey did so, following Allison from one end of the long room to the other and back again. Each step became more confident than the last. By the third repetition, Allison motioned for her to stop and simply said: “Good.”\n\nJoey’s tail began to wag again. The air felt suspiciously cool against her bare pussy. Surely she was just a little wet from trotting around with the plug filling her tailhole?\n\n“You’re ready,” Allison said. “Follow me.”\nThe treadmill gleamed in the afternoon sun filtering through the tall tinted windows. Joey had seen videos of subs using it for training, but it was the first time she’d seen it in real life. It was much bulkier than any sort of exercise equipment Joey had ever seen before, with a reinforced woven belt half again as wide and long as her folding treadmill at home. A massive curved monitor was positioned in front of it on an articulated arm. Overhead, a complex web of straps and springs hung from a thick support beam.\n\nJoey trembled in equal parts trepidation and excitement. The video had looked amazing. Infinite room to trot and canter and gallop. But the machine looked much more intimidating up close.\n\n“Get her mounted,” Allison said. She watched without comment as the vixens led Joey up onto the belt by the reins and unclipped them from the bridle. They pulled the hanging straps down from above, quickly threading them through the body harness and buckling them tight. Now Joey could only move a short distance before she was held back by the harness. She peered up, curious about the elaborate spring mechanism overhead, when her attention was quickly caught by the paws grabbing at her breasts.\n\n“Eh?!” she mumbled, startled. It became a gasp as the vixens placed the metal clamps on her nipples. They tightened the clamps with a thumbscrew and tugged twice to make sure they stayed put. “Ow!” she grumbled, giving one of them a dirty look. The woman didn’t even respond. The clamps were fastened via a short spring to a thin cable that was strung loosely between her and an anchor point just beneath the darkened monitor.\n\nAs abruptly as they had swarmed her, they left, stepping off the treadmill in four different directions. One of them walked over to a large floor fan and pointed it her way, sending cool air washing over her. Joey knew she’d need it soon. She couldn’t turn around to see where the others went without tugging on her breasts.\n\n“That should be everything,” Allison said, consulting a tablet. Glancing up at Joey, she asked, “Everything OK? Ready to start?”\n\n“Uh-huh!” she said. Allison frowned.\n\n“Ponies don’t talk,” she reminded her.\n\nRemembering her role, Joey playfully stomped one hoof. The belt absorbed most of the sound.\n\n“Good. Look at the screen.” She tapped something on the tablet. A moment later, the massive display in front of the treadmill lit up. A progress bar flashed across the bottom and the scene faded in. In front of Joey was an arcade race track, rendered out in colorful, abstract shapes. It receded into the distance, cresting a rise and out of sight. Neon railings bounded either side of the track.\n\n“It’s a racing game,” Allison said. A map appeared in the corner, showing the course and the checkpoints. “Don’t steer left or right. The curves are just a visual effect. The harness will help center you on the treadmill. If you fall, the harness will catch you and the treadmill will stop. We’ll check in and get you going again if that happens. Got it so far?”\n\nAnother stomp, and then, to get the point across, Joey mimed pawing at the ground with one hoof. By now she was trembling with excitement. Enough with the talking. She’d been looking forward to this all week, ever since a certain somebody had sent her a suspicious video file with a winky face emoji. She wanted to trot. She wanted to gallop.\n\n“In just a minute, I’ll bring you up to a trot and let you warm up a bit. The treadmill will adapt to your speed, but it won’t let you fall below a certain pace. If you fall behind, you’ll feel this.”\n\nFrom hidden speakers came the crack of a whip. Joey grunted in surprise, her knees jerking together as the plug in her rear let out a sudden zap—not painful, but more than enough to get her attention. At the same time, the nipple clamps pulsed sharply three times, as if tugging her forward. She scowled.\n\n“So, don’t fall behind. You ready for the warm up?”\n\nAnother stomp.\n\n“All right. Let’s go.”\n\nJoey took a deep breath as a countdown appeared on the screen.\n\n3…\n\n2…\n\n1…\n\nGo!\n\nThere came the crack of the whip again, the tingling shocks on her nipples. The treadmill belt hummed beneath her and began to glide backwards. She hadn’t anticipated the movement and she stumbled, nearly losing her balance, but the harness took up her weight and held her upright. The next step was more confident, as was the next, and the next. On the screen, the background was moving too, the colorful ground scrolling past at the same rate as the belt.\n\nAllison gave her a minute or two to get used to the treadmill. Then, the screen made an insistent noise, flashing the words: “Faster!” Not wanting to get zapped again, Joey picked up speed. For a moment, she worried that she would walk too far forward on the treadmill, but it detected the change in pace, moving her back again. Feeling more confident now, she leaned forward, switching to a trot.\n\n“Try speeding up and slowing down. Not too fast.”\n\nObediently, Joey did so, quickening her trot. She held the new speed for a few moments, then slowed again, marveling at how naturally the moving belt adapted to her pace.\n\n“Now, slow and stop.”\n\nShe did so, wavering momentarily at the sudden absence of movement.\n\n“Very good,” Allison said. She checked over the harness and straps again. “Now, last bit of practice. I’m going to need you to try falling a few times while moving.”\n\n“Eh?” Joey said, startled.\n\n“You need to have faith in the safeties,” Allison said. “You’ll be fine.” Her voice softened, almost imperceptibly. “Can you do this for me?”\n\nJoey gulped, but nodded, stomping on the belt once.\n\n“Let’s go,” Allison said, taking up position next to the screen in front of Joey. The belt began to move again. Joey trotted along uncertainly, looking to Allison for guidance. Her finger was poised above the tablet.\n\n“Stop,” she barked. “Now!”\n\nFor the briefest of moments, Joey hesitated. The electric shock in her ass was startling enough to make her gasp and stumble. She was falling–and then she felt the harness take up her weight a split second before the padded knee protectors on the boots made contact with the belt. It didn’t hurt like she’d been expecting, thanks to the heavy springs overhead absorbing the impact. The belt ground to a halt. Something pulled sharply on her nipples for the briefest moment before the tension vanished.\n\n“Very good,” Allison said, putting her hand on Joey’s shoulder. She squeezed in reassurance. “You okay?”\n\n“Mm-hmm!” Joey gasped over her heartbeat.\n\n“Up and at ‘em.” The paws were back, four pairs plus Allison’s, hauling Joey back up to a standing position. The nipple clamp wires had been pulled free of their mounting point below the monitor–magnets, perhaps, or some other form of breakaway. One of the vixens attached the cables again. They gave her a few seconds to catch her breath before doing it all over again.\nAfter the third fall, Allison had Joey trot along for a bit without interference, letting her set her own speed. “I think you’re ready to try the race program,” she said after several minutes. Joey’s heart leapt in excitement. She picked up the pace a little, sashaying her hips. Allison looked amused at that.\n\n“It won’t be too hard, but it’s not going to be a trot in the park, either. After all…” She reached into her pocket and held up a pair of brass keys. “I was told you could have these if you win first place.” She jingled them and snatched them back into her palm. “That’s a full two weeks early. We want to make you work for it, you know.”\n\nJoey narrowed her eyes. Freedom, two weeks early? She’d do a lot for that opportunity. Running a race seemed almost too easy, even decked out in kink gear.\n\n“There will be five virtual contestants,” Allison said, motioning to the screen. On it, an avatar appeared further ahead on the track. The digital creature was decked out in similar gear to Joey. Growling, Joey prepared to break into a run to catch it up, but a moment later it blinked away. “When you get close enough to pass, they’ll move aside. If you get close enough, of course.”\n\nIf? Try when.\n\nAllison continued, “You’ll have five laps to go from back of the pack to first place. Win it, and you walk out of here with the keys today. Lose, and, well.” She blinked, pushing the glasses further up her nose. “I’m not privy to those sorts of things with your mistress, but I can’t imagine she’d be pleased.” She shrugged. Fortunately, Joey knew she wouldn’t have to deal with that eventuality, because she was going to win, simple as that.\n\n“Hold your speed until the race starts. Ten seconds.”\n\nThe countdown seemed interminable. As the seconds ticked away, the five characters appeared on the screen. The nearest one looked to be a few dozen yards away. The one after that was a handful of pixels in the distance. The last three showed up as dots on the minimap. Joey growled under her breath. They were pretty far ahead, but she could do this.\n\n3…\n\n2…\n\n1…\n\nGo!\n\nShe was ready for the shocks this time, and she didn’t let them distract her one bit. She leaned forward, the trot quickly being abandoned for a canter and then a full gallop.\n\nJoey didn’t often get to run in her pony tack. She’d had a fair amount of practice clomping around in her boots at home or in various dungeons and clubs, but space was limited indoors. She’d been geared up outdoors a few times, but being inexperienced, she had only managed a few brief moments of anything faster than a trot over uneven ground. This was amazing. She thundered down the virtual path. 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(She’d have to do something about her flirting sometime, but that was a thought for another day–preferably one where Joey wasn’t locked in her chastity belt.)\n\nJoey didn’t go for her top speed, as she wasn’t sure she could pull it off in the boots, but she ran as fast as she thought she could sustain for a longer race. The second contestant was coming up, and was a meek little fox that was even slower than the first racer. Soon she was eating Joey’s dust.\n\nOut of the corner of her eye, she saw Allison raise an eyebrow and touch the pad.\n\nThe pulsing current in her ass intensified, and this time the nipple clamps came to life as well, tingling and vibrating in a way that made her untouched pussy ache with arousal and need. Joey gritted her teeth. She couldn’t get distracted now. The sensations began to fade, ramping down to a gentle buzz, and she realized that the plug and clamps activated as rewards for good performance.\n\nLap 2! said the screen. She wasn’t sure how long a single lap was, but it felt like it was somewhere around a few hundred meters at most. Easy enough. Even with the boots slowing her down, she could easily catch up to the rest of these slowpokes. The game hadn’t even prompted her to go faster yet–she was obviously doing better than she was supposed to be doing.\n\nBriefly, she considered slowing down, catching her breath a little, but she didn’t want to risk coming in second place. After all, the second to win was first to lose. Instead, she pushed herself, speeding up more. She could do this.\n\nThe next contestant was another fox. Joey was starting to think Allison had a favorite type of sub to pick on. Well, at least one fox was going to win today.\n\nLap 3. Joey was panting. Drool dripped around the bit gag. She saw one of the assistants go up to the fan and turn it up higher. Blessedly cold air whipped past her, adding to the sensation of speed.\n\nThe next contestant, she might have missed him if she had blinked. The poor digital wolf almost looked like Dalian. If that was the best speed he could manage, she was going to need to whip him into shape next time she saw him. That thought went away as the plug activated again. It was getting hard to focus.She couldn’t deny now that the electrical stimulation was making her needy. With enough time, she thought she could probably get off from the pleasurable sensations emanating from her ass and tits.\n\nShe caught up to the last contestant most of the way through lap 4. She was a lioness, and she put up a good fight, her tail whipping in the breeze behind her. Heart thudding, Joey pushed forward and managed to pass her a few hundred meters before the start of the final lap.\n\n…the hell was the “bonus round?”\n\n“Interesting,” Allison said. She walked up to the screen, pecking at her damn tablet. Joey really didn’t like the tone of her voice, because it sounded uncharacteristically pleased. Allison didn’t do pleased. “You beat them all and unlocked the bonus round. This will be fun.”\n\nThe five dots on the minimap disappeared. Just ahead of her, shimmering at the starting line, was a ghostly form. As Joey neared, she was startled to see that it was a digital version of herself.\n\nJoey blazed over the checkerboard, starting the final lap. And to her horror, the digital arctic fox leaned forward and pulled ahead. Allison smiled, showing sharp teeth. “Haven’t you played one of these games before? That’s your personal best.”\n\nJoey realized she was once again in second place, competing against her fastest time from the previous laps.\n\nAnd she’d been running pretty damn fast for the entire race.\n\nThe plug and clamps sprang to life again, thrumming intensely with current, demanding her attention. This time, they didn’t stop. Pleasure built between her legs, making it very hard to stay focused on the track. But it wasn’t enough–was it enough? Joey’s body had gone without for weeks at this point, and even a slight touch was enough to fan the flames of her arousal. With enough time, she certainly would have been able to orgasm from the strange stimulation. But the race was almost over–\n\n“I think you can still make it,” Allison said, in a tone of voice that suggested that she didn’t think that at all. “You better hurry. Already a fifth of the way through the lap.”\n\n“Faster!” said the screen. The whip cracked, and a second later her nipples and ass stung. With a whine, Joey put on a burst of speed. The pleasurable vibrations returned, redoubling. Her legs were shaking now. She was slowly closing the distance, but would it be enough?\n\n“There’s no shame in a silver medal,” Allison said. Joey barely heard her. “But it won’t get you the keys. Better catch up…”\n\nFaster!\n\nThe whip cracked again. 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          "body": "Also, dope story. Read the whole thing",
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[u]pony endurance training + story (art by quotermain)[/u]\n\ntraining a show pony is a challenging endeavor requiring a lot of free space and plenty of time. if you don't have a huge outdoor paddock and hours a day to exercise her, why not try the new Race Mistress equine training system? rain or sun, now you can let your prized pony run to her heart's content in a wide range of simulated track environments. our patented safety harness system guarantees your sub's safety and will keep her securely \"on track\"! the onboard computer constantly analyzes 97 discrete sensors and 8 cameras, allowing you to analyze her performance in real-time and deliver automatic encouragement or punishment as needed through a wide range of vibration and shock accessories (accessories purchased separately).\n\nan absolutely amazing commission from quotermain quotermain showcasing joey in her full training gear. she's got a bit of a competitive streak, you see. rather than trying to train that out of her, i figured it would be more fun to take advantage of it. at the very least maybe we can tire her out so she doesn't get the zoomies.\n\ndisclaimer: in real life, estim above the chest can be dangerous. i'm aware of this. this is a fantasy story using bipolar electrodes in an informed consent scenario.\n\n[section=Story (4,055 words)]To most people, the locker room would have felt like standing in a refrigerator. The air conditioning for the training wing had been cranked up high for the afternoon. As an arctic fox, Joey was prone to overheating while exercising, even with her thinner summer coat in season, meticulously brushed to shed as much excess fur as possible. Cold air streamed from discrete vents set between the wooden slats of the ceiling. Joey was very nearly nude. Yet she still felt like she was overheating.\n\nShe paced the length of the benches, admiring the gear laid out neatly on them. Almost every square inch of surface was given over to some manner of latex, leather, or metal. Hoof boots, made of sturdy leather, carefully sized for her paws and legs. An intricate strappy harness for her hips, chest, and shoulders. A strict posture collar. A bridle. Leather straps. So many leather straps. Further down were more...intimate items. Her claws absentmindedly brushed against the hard steel surface of her chastity belt. Despite herself, she felt her traitorous tail begin to wag. Unbecoming!\n\n“Excited?” Allison asked from the opposite side of the bench. The corner of her mouth twitched upward. The older vixen never quite smiled, except to dole out approval as a reward in small, measured doses. She gazed at Joey over half-moon glasses.\n\n“Yes, Miss,” Joey said. “I’ve been looking forward to today.”\n\n“Mm. You’ve been practicing?”\n\nShe nodded. “I’ve been wearing the new boots around the house. I’m getting used to the extra height.”\n\n“Good,” she said, and there it was, laser targeted: the hint of a smile, the twinkle in the eyes.\n\nThe assistants watched in silence. There were two of them, one on either side of the exit, and they were troublesome to tell apart. Like most of the facility staff, each of the vixens wore plain athletic shorts and a sport top, the only defining feature being the stylized letter Q stitched unobtrusively over one breast. The shorts did little to conceal the polished steel bands locked around their waists. Joey wondered if they got to take off their chastity belts at the end of the day or if it was a more long-term arrangement like her own.\n\nAlthough, if things went well today, her belt might be coming off a little earlier than promised…\n\n“No use beating around the bush,” Allison said, all business again. “Your reservation is for two hours and I intend to use it fully. Are you ready?”\n\nAt those words, Joey straightened up, standing at attention with her arms clasped behind her back. “Yes, Miss.”\n\n“Excellent.” Allison clapped her hands together. The narrowed eyes meant dangerous things. “Girls?”\n\nLike a magic trick, the two vixens appeared from behind their mistress, one on either side. A moment later, two more appeared, flanking Joey. Now that[/i] was an interesting development. Joey had only ever seen two in a room at any point in time. They all regarded her with cool indifference.\n\n“Get her geared up,” Allison commanded.\n\nIn unison, they surrounded Joey. One of them produced a familiar key—from where, Joey wasn’t sure. She held very still as the vixen knelt in front of her. A moment later, Joey’s chastity belt unlatched. She shuddered as her pussy was suddenly exposed to the cool air. By instinct, she moved to cover herself—or tried. Several sets of strong paws grabbed her arms, restraining her.\n\nThe leather mitts came first—they were taking no chances with roaming fingers it seemed. After all, she still had several weeks of chastity to go, depending on how today went. They slipped the mitts onto her paws and tied the laces, trapping her clenched fingers within the stiff leather. Only then did the others release her arms. Perhaps Joey could have snuck in a clumsy rub or two if she had been so inclined, but Allison was ever watching, and Joey was not stupid.\n\nThe body harness came next. Joey gingerly stepped into one leg loop and then the other. Two of the vixens worked in tandem to wrap the network of straps and buckles around her waist, chest, and shoulders, while the others fastened them as they went. Even as they were working, another vixen appeared holding the posture collar. Within seconds, it was fastened around her neck.\n\nThe assistants were firm and unsubtle, but not harsh. They worked in determined silence, guiding Joey with gestures and the occasional, clipped command. They even sounded all alike. Joey had given up trying to count or keep track.\n\nShe grunted as they pulled her arms behind her back, bending them up to cross in a strict reverse prayer and pulling the harness tight, pinning her upper arms to her sides and lifting her breasts. The head harness was next, holding the bridle and bit in place behind her teeth. One of the vixens wrapped the base of her hair tightly in a long ribbon. She felt paws grabbing at her tail as well. She could hardly stop wagging it long enough for the vixens to do their work.\n\nThe kiss of cold lubricant on her tailhole made her squeak in surprise. The metal plug was not overly large, but it still took some patient prodding before she relaxed enough for it to slide into place, the flared base nestling between her ass cheeks. They pulled the straps tight, locking it in place. Her legs trembled.\n\nAnd then, finally, the part she had been looking forward to the most: the boots. Two of the assistants held Joey’s upper body steady by the arms and shoulders, while a third held the boot open and the fourth guided her paw into it. The boot fit like a second skin, the sturdy leather matching every curve of her paw and leg nearly all the way up to her knee once it was zipped up.\n\nJoey wavered as they prepared the second boot, as she had to stand on one leg briefly and that leg was now several inches longer thanks to the hoof. They patiently guided her paw into the boot and helped her stand straight. The extra height was disorienting.\n\nThey were done, but they didn’t release her yet. Four pairs of paws grasped her arms and shoulders, keeping her firmly in place. Reins were clipped to her bridle.\n\nAllison stepped in front of her. With the added height of the boots, Joey found herself looking down at the trainer, who tugged briefly at the harness straps and checked the buckles on the bridle, before nodding approvingly. She held out a paw to the side, taking the reins from one of the vixens before Joey even realized she was there.\n\n“Release her,” Allison said, and she suddenly found herself standing on her own. Allison stepped back and made a come-hither motion with one finger, leading her carefully with the reins.\n\nJoey obediently began to trot forward. She might have been unsteady with the extra height of the new boots, but she still had walked in hooves before, even bound up like this. The boots made uneven clops against the floor as she took a step, then another, raising her knees high like a good pony should. The fourth step was too long, and she nearly stumbled. A half-dozen paws surrounded her, ready to grab, but she shook her head and kept trotting, stopping obediently in front of Allison.\n\n“Hmm,” the trainer said, motioning her to turn around. Joey did so, following Allison from one end of the long room to the other and back again. Each step became more confident than the last. By the third repetition, Allison motioned for her to stop and simply said: “Good.”\n\nJoey’s tail began to wag again. The air felt suspiciously cool against her bare pussy. Surely she was just a little wet from trotting around with the plug filling her tailhole?\n\n“You’re ready,” Allison said. “Follow me.”\nThe treadmill gleamed in the afternoon sun filtering through the tall tinted windows. Joey had seen videos of subs using it for training, but it was the first time she’d seen it in real life. It was much bulkier than any sort of exercise equipment Joey had ever seen before, with a reinforced woven belt half again as wide and long as her folding treadmill at home. A massive curved monitor was positioned in front of it on an articulated arm. Overhead, a complex web of straps and springs hung from a thick support beam.\n\nJoey trembled in equal parts trepidation and excitement. The video had looked amazing. Infinite room to trot and canter and gallop. But the machine looked much more intimidating up close.\n\n“Get her mounted,” Allison said. She watched without comment as the vixens led Joey up onto the belt by the reins and unclipped them from the bridle. They pulled the hanging straps down from above, quickly threading them through the body harness and buckling them tight. Now Joey could only move a short distance before she was held back by the harness. She peered up, curious about the elaborate spring mechanism overhead, when her attention was quickly caught by the paws grabbing at her breasts.\n\n“Eh?!” she mumbled, startled. It became a gasp as the vixens placed the metal clamps on her nipples. They tightened the clamps with a thumbscrew and tugged twice to make sure they stayed put. “Ow!” she grumbled, giving one of them a dirty look. The woman didn’t even respond. The clamps were fastened via a short spring to a thin cable that was strung loosely between her and an anchor point just beneath the darkened monitor.\n\nAs abruptly as they had swarmed her, they left, stepping off the treadmill in four different directions. One of them walked over to a large floor fan and pointed it her way, sending cool air washing over her. Joey knew she’d need it soon. She couldn’t turn around to see where the others went without tugging on her breasts.\n\n“That should be everything,” Allison said, consulting a tablet. Glancing up at Joey, she asked, “Everything OK? Ready to start?”\n\n“Uh-huh!” she said. Allison frowned.\n\n“Ponies don’t talk,” she reminded her.\n\nRemembering her role, Joey playfully stomped one hoof. The belt absorbed most of the sound.\n\n“Good. Look at the screen.” She tapped something on the tablet. A moment later, the massive display in front of the treadmill lit up. A progress bar flashed across the bottom and the scene faded in. In front of Joey was an arcade race track, rendered out in colorful, abstract shapes. It receded into the distance, cresting a rise and out of sight. Neon railings bounded either side of the track.\n\n“It’s a racing game,” Allison said. A map appeared in the corner, showing the course and the checkpoints. “Don’t steer left or right. The curves are just a visual effect. The harness will help center you on the treadmill. If you fall, the harness will catch you and the treadmill will stop. We’ll check in and get you going again if that happens. Got it so far?”\n\nAnother stomp, and then, to get the point across, Joey mimed pawing at the ground with one hoof. By now she was trembling with excitement. Enough with the talking. She’d been looking forward to this all week, ever since a certain somebody had sent her a suspicious video file with a winky face emoji. She wanted to trot. She wanted to gallop.\n\n“In just a minute, I’ll bring you up to a trot and let you warm up a bit. The treadmill will adapt to your speed, but it won’t let you fall below a certain pace. If you fall behind, you’ll feel this.”\n\nFrom hidden speakers came the crack of a whip. Joey grunted in surprise, her knees jerking together as the plug in her rear let out a sudden zap—not painful, but more than enough to get her attention. At the same time, the nipple clamps pulsed sharply three times, as if tugging her forward. She scowled.\n\n“So, don’t fall behind. You ready for the warm up?”\n\nAnother stomp.\n\n“All right. Let’s go.”\n\nJoey took a deep breath as a countdown appeared on the screen.\n\n3…\n\n2…\n\n1…\n\nGo!\n\nThere came the crack of the whip again, the tingling shocks on her nipples. The treadmill belt hummed beneath her and began to glide backwards. She hadn’t anticipated the movement and she stumbled, nearly losing her balance, but the harness took up her weight and held her upright. The next step was more confident, as was the next, and the next. On the screen, the background was moving too, the colorful ground scrolling past at the same rate as the belt.\n\nAllison gave her a minute or two to get used to the treadmill. Then, the screen made an insistent noise, flashing the words: “Faster!” Not wanting to get zapped again, Joey picked up speed. For a moment, she worried that she would walk too far forward on the treadmill, but it detected the change in pace, moving her back again. Feeling more confident now, she leaned forward, switching to a trot.\n\n“Try speeding up and slowing down. Not too fast.”\n\nObediently, Joey did so, quickening her trot. She held the new speed for a few moments, then slowed again, marveling at how naturally the moving belt adapted to her pace.\n\n“Now, slow and stop.”\n\nShe did so, wavering momentarily at the sudden absence of movement.\n\n“Very good,” Allison said. She checked over the harness and straps again. “Now, last bit of practice. I’m going to need you to try falling a few times while moving.”\n\n“Eh?” Joey said, startled.\n\n“You need to have faith in the safeties,” Allison said. “You’ll be fine.” Her voice softened, almost imperceptibly. “Can you do this for me?”\n\nJoey gulped, but nodded, stomping on the belt once.\n\n“Let’s go,” Allison said, taking up position next to the screen in front of Joey. The belt began to move again. Joey trotted along uncertainly, looking to Allison for guidance. Her finger was poised above the tablet.\n\n“Stop,” she barked. “Now!”\n\nFor the briefest of moments, Joey hesitated. The electric shock in her ass was startling enough to make her gasp and stumble. She was falling–and then she felt the harness take up her weight a split second before the padded knee protectors on the boots made contact with the belt. It didn’t hurt like she’d been expecting, thanks to the heavy springs overhead absorbing the impact. The belt ground to a halt. Something pulled sharply on her nipples for the briefest moment before the tension vanished.\n\n“Very good,” Allison said, putting her hand on Joey’s shoulder. She squeezed in reassurance. “You okay?”\n\n“Mm-hmm!” Joey gasped over her heartbeat.\n\n“Up and at ‘em.” The paws were back, four pairs plus Allison’s, hauling Joey back up to a standing position. The nipple clamp wires had been pulled free of their mounting point below the monitor–magnets, perhaps, or some other form of breakaway. One of the vixens attached the cables again. They gave her a few seconds to catch her breath before doing it all over again.\nAfter the third fall, Allison had Joey trot along for a bit without interference, letting her set her own speed. “I think you’re ready to try the race program,” she said after several minutes. Joey’s heart leapt in excitement. She picked up the pace a little, sashaying her hips. Allison looked amused at that.\n\n“It won’t be too hard, but it’s not going to be a trot in the park, either. After all…” She reached into her pocket and held up a pair of brass keys. “I was told you could have these if you win first place.” She jingled them and snatched them back into her palm. “That’s a full two weeks early. We want to make you work for it, you know.”\n\nJoey narrowed her eyes. Freedom, two weeks early? She’d do a lot for that opportunity. Running a race seemed almost too easy, even decked out in kink gear.\n\n“There will be five virtual contestants,” Allison said, motioning to the screen. On it, an avatar appeared further ahead on the track. The digital creature was decked out in similar gear to Joey. Growling, Joey prepared to break into a run to catch it up, but a moment later it blinked away. “When you get close enough to pass, they’ll move aside. If you get close enough, of course.”\n\nIf? Try when.\n\nAllison continued, “You’ll have five laps to go from back of the pack to first place. Win it, and you walk out of here with the keys today. Lose, and, well.” She blinked, pushing the glasses further up her nose. “I’m not privy to those sorts of things with your mistress, but I can’t imagine she’d be pleased.” She shrugged. Fortunately, Joey knew she wouldn’t have to deal with that eventuality, because she was going to win, simple as that.\n\n“Hold your speed until the race starts. Ten seconds.”\n\nThe countdown seemed interminable. As the seconds ticked away, the five characters appeared on the screen. The nearest one looked to be a few dozen yards away. The one after that was a handful of pixels in the distance. The last three showed up as dots on the minimap. Joey growled under her breath. They were pretty far ahead, but she could do this.\n\n3…\n\n2…\n\n1…\n\nGo!\n\nShe was ready for the shocks this time, and she didn’t let them distract her one bit. She leaned forward, the trot quickly being abandoned for a canter and then a full gallop.\n\nJoey didn’t often get to run in her pony tack. She’d had a fair amount of practice clomping around in her boots at home or in various dungeons and clubs, but space was limited indoors. She’d been geared up outdoors a few times, but being inexperienced, she had only managed a few brief moments of anything faster than a trot over uneven ground. This was amazing. She thundered down the virtual path. The distance between her and the first competitor closed quickly. As she neared, she saw that it was a female wolf, geared identically to her. She almost laughed as the digital wolf veered to the side, allowing her to pass.\n\nThe electrode in her tailhole came to life again, but the shock was not painful this time, and it was sustained. It was a strange, deep vibration which pulsed with every few steps of her gallop, like she was being spurred on. Had she not been so focused on the race, she would have found it quite pleasant.\n\nSnarling, she picked up the pace. Running wasn’t Joey’s favorite form of exercise, but she was decent enough at it. And even if she wasn’t the most fleet-pawed person, she was still by far the most fit of her social group, and maybe even one of the most fit people at the local gym, excepting the flirty German Shepherd lady who didn’t seem to know how to lose. (She’d have to do something about her flirting sometime, but that was a thought for another day–preferably one where Joey wasn’t locked in her chastity belt.)\n\nJoey didn’t go for her top speed, as she wasn’t sure she could pull it off in the boots, but she ran as fast as she thought she could sustain for a longer race. The second contestant was coming up, and was a meek little fox that was even slower than the first racer. Soon she was eating Joey’s dust.\n\nOut of the corner of her eye, she saw Allison raise an eyebrow and touch the pad.\n\nThe pulsing current in her ass intensified, and this time the nipple clamps came to life as well, tingling and vibrating in a way that made her untouched pussy ache with arousal and need. Joey gritted her teeth. She couldn’t get distracted now. The sensations began to fade, ramping down to a gentle buzz, and she realized that the plug and clamps activated as rewards for good performance.\n\nLap 2! said the screen. She wasn’t sure how long a single lap was, but it felt like it was somewhere around a few hundred meters at most. Easy enough. Even with the boots slowing her down, she could easily catch up to the rest of these slowpokes. The game hadn’t even prompted her to go faster yet–she was obviously doing better than she was supposed to be doing.\n\nBriefly, she considered slowing down, catching her breath a little, but she didn’t want to risk coming in second place. After all, the second to win was first to lose. Instead, she pushed herself, speeding up more. She could do this.\n\nThe next contestant was another fox. Joey was starting to think Allison had a favorite type of sub to pick on. Well, at least one fox was going to win today.\n\nLap 3. Joey was panting. Drool dripped around the bit gag. She saw one of the assistants go up to the fan and turn it up higher. Blessedly cold air whipped past her, adding to the sensation of speed.\n\nThe next contestant, she might have missed him if she had blinked. The poor digital wolf almost looked like Dalian. If that was the best speed he could manage, she was going to need to whip him into shape next time she saw him. That thought went away as the plug activated again. It was getting hard to focus.She couldn’t deny now that the electrical stimulation was making her needy. With enough time, she thought she could probably get off from the pleasurable sensations emanating from her ass and tits.\n\nShe caught up to the last contestant most of the way through lap 4. She was a lioness, and she put up a good fight, her tail whipping in the breeze behind her. Heart thudding, Joey pushed forward and managed to pass her a few hundred meters before the start of the final lap.\n\n…the hell was the “bonus round?”\n\n“Interesting,” Allison said. She walked up to the screen, pecking at her damn tablet. Joey really didn’t like the tone of her voice, because it sounded uncharacteristically pleased. Allison didn’t do pleased. “You beat them all and unlocked the bonus round. This will be fun.”\n\nThe five dots on the minimap disappeared. Just ahead of her, shimmering at the starting line, was a ghostly form. As Joey neared, she was startled to see that it was a digital version of herself.\n\nJoey blazed over the checkerboard, starting the final lap. And to her horror, the digital arctic fox leaned forward and pulled ahead. Allison smiled, showing sharp teeth. “Haven’t you played one of these games before? That’s your personal best.”\n\nJoey realized she was once again in second place, competing against her fastest time from the previous laps.\n\nAnd she’d been running pretty damn fast for the entire race.\n\nThe plug and clamps sprang to life again, thrumming intensely with current, demanding her attention. This time, they didn’t stop. Pleasure built between her legs, making it very hard to stay focused on the track. But it wasn’t enough–was it enough? Joey’s body had gone without for weeks at this point, and even a slight touch was enough to fan the flames of her arousal. With enough time, she certainly would have been able to orgasm from the strange stimulation. But the race was almost over–\n\n“I think you can still make it,” Allison said, in a tone of voice that suggested that she didn’t think that at all. “You better hurry. Already a fifth of the way through the lap.”\n\n“Faster!” said the screen. The whip cracked, and a second later her nipples and ass stung. With a whine, Joey put on a burst of speed. The pleasurable vibrations returned, redoubling. Her legs were shaking now. She was slowly closing the distance, but would it be enough?\n\n“There’s no shame in a silver medal,” Allison said. Joey barely heard her. “But it won’t get you the keys. Better catch up…”\n\nFaster!\n\nThe whip cracked again. She nearly stumbled at the breathtaking intensity. Halfway through the lap. Joey could see herself, just ahead. If she pushed, she could still win. She just had to run…\n\nFaster!\n[/section]"
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The air conditioning for the training wing had been cranked up high for the afternoon. As an arctic fox, Joey was prone to overheating while exercising, even with her thinner summer coat in season, meticulously brushed to shed as much excess fur as possible. Cold air streamed from discrete vents set between the wooden slats of the ceiling. Joey was very nearly nude. Yet she still felt like she was overheating.\n\nShe paced the length of the benches, admiring the gear laid out neatly on them. Almost every square inch of surface was given over to some manner of latex, leather, or metal. Hoof boots, made of sturdy leather, carefully sized for her paws and legs. An intricate strappy harness for her hips, chest, and shoulders. A strict posture collar. A bridle. Leather straps. So many leather straps. Further down were more...intimate items. Her claws absentmindedly brushed against the hard steel surface of her chastity belt. Despite herself, she felt her traitorous tail begin to wag. Unbecoming!\n\n“Excited?” Allison asked from the opposite side of the bench. The corner of her mouth twitched upward. The older vixen never quite smiled, except to dole out approval as a reward in small, measured doses. She gazed at Joey over half-moon glasses.\n\n“Yes, Miss,” Joey said. “I’ve been looking forward to today.”\n\n“Mm. You’ve been practicing?”\n\nShe nodded. “I’ve been wearing the new boots around the house. I’m getting used to the extra height.”\n\n“Good,” she said, and there it was, laser targeted: the hint of a smile, the twinkle in the eyes.\n\nThe assistants watched in silence. There were two of them, one on either side of the exit, and they were troublesome to tell apart. Like most of the facility staff, each of the vixens wore plain athletic shorts and a sport top, the only defining feature being the stylized letter Q stitched unobtrusively over one breast. The shorts did little to conceal the polished steel bands locked around their waists. Joey wondered if they got to take off their chastity belts at the end of the day or if it was a more long-term arrangement like her own.\n\nAlthough, if things went well today, her belt might be coming off a little earlier than promised…\n\n“No use beating around the bush,” Allison said, all business again. “Your reservation is for two hours and I intend to use it fully. Are you ready?”\n\nAt those words, Joey straightened up, standing at attention with her arms clasped behind her back. “Yes, Miss.”\n\n“Excellent.” Allison clapped her hands together. The narrowed eyes meant dangerous things. “Girls?”\n\nLike a magic trick, the two vixens appeared from behind their mistress, one on either side. A moment later, two more appeared, flanking Joey. Now that[/i] was an interesting development. Joey had only ever seen two in a room at any point in time. They all regarded her with cool indifference.\n\n“Get her geared up,” Allison commanded.\n\nIn unison, they surrounded Joey. One of them produced a familiar key—from where, Joey wasn’t sure. She held very still as the vixen knelt in front of her. A moment later, Joey’s chastity belt unlatched. She shuddered as her pussy was suddenly exposed to the cool air. By instinct, she moved to cover herself—or tried. Several sets of strong paws grabbed her arms, restraining her.\n\nThe leather mitts came first—they were taking no chances with roaming fingers it seemed. After all, she still had several weeks of chastity to go, depending on how today went. They slipped the mitts onto her paws and tied the laces, trapping her clenched fingers within the stiff leather. Only then did the others release her arms. Perhaps Joey could have snuck in a clumsy rub or two if she had been so inclined, but Allison was ever watching, and Joey was not stupid.\n\nThe body harness came next. Joey gingerly stepped into one leg loop and then the other. Two of the vixens worked in tandem to wrap the network of straps and buckles around her waist, chest, and shoulders, while the others fastened them as they went. Even as they were working, another vixen appeared holding the posture collar. Within seconds, it was fastened around her neck.\n\nThe assistants were firm and unsubtle, but not harsh. They worked in determined silence, guiding Joey with gestures and the occasional, clipped command. They even sounded all alike. Joey had given up trying to count or keep track.\n\nShe grunted as they pulled her arms behind her back, bending them up to cross in a strict reverse prayer and pulling the harness tight, pinning her upper arms to her sides and lifting her breasts. The head harness was next, holding the bridle and bit in place behind her teeth. One of the vixens wrapped the base of her hair tightly in a long ribbon. She felt paws grabbing at her tail as well. She could hardly stop wagging it long enough for the vixens to do their work.\n\nThe kiss of cold lubricant on her tailhole made her squeak in surprise. The metal plug was not overly large, but it still took some patient prodding before she relaxed enough for it to slide into place, the flared base nestling between her ass cheeks. They pulled the straps tight, locking it in place. Her legs trembled.\n\nAnd then, finally, the part she had been looking forward to the most: the boots. Two of the assistants held Joey’s upper body steady by the arms and shoulders, while a third held the boot open and the fourth guided her paw into it. The boot fit like a second skin, the sturdy leather matching every curve of her paw and leg nearly all the way up to her knee once it was zipped up.\n\nJoey wavered as they prepared the second boot, as she had to stand on one leg briefly and that leg was now several inches longer thanks to the hoof. They patiently guided her paw into the boot and helped her stand straight. The extra height was disorienting.\n\nThey were done, but they didn’t release her yet. Four pairs of paws grasped her arms and shoulders, keeping her firmly in place. Reins were clipped to her bridle.\n\nAllison stepped in front of her. With the added height of the boots, Joey found herself looking down at the trainer, who tugged briefly at the harness straps and checked the buckles on the bridle, before nodding approvingly. She held out a paw to the side, taking the reins from one of the vixens before Joey even realized she was there.\n\n“Release her,” Allison said, and she suddenly found herself standing on her own. Allison stepped back and made a come-hither motion with one finger, leading her carefully with the reins.\n\nJoey obediently began to trot forward. She might have been unsteady with the extra height of the new boots, but she still had walked in hooves before, even bound up like this. The boots made uneven clops against the floor as she took a step, then another, raising her knees high like a good pony should. The fourth step was too long, and she nearly stumbled. A half-dozen paws surrounded her, ready to grab, but she shook her head and kept trotting, stopping obediently in front of Allison.\n\n“Hmm,” the trainer said, motioning her to turn around. Joey did so, following Allison from one end of the long room to the other and back again. Each step became more confident than the last. By the third repetition, Allison motioned for her to stop and simply said: “Good.”\n\nJoey’s tail began to wag again. The air felt suspiciously cool against her bare pussy. Surely she was just a little wet from trotting around with the plug filling her tailhole?\n\n“You’re ready,” Allison said. “Follow me.”\nThe treadmill gleamed in the afternoon sun filtering through the tall tinted windows. Joey had seen videos of subs using it for training, but it was the first time she’d seen it in real life. It was much bulkier than any sort of exercise equipment Joey had ever seen before, with a reinforced woven belt half again as wide and long as her folding treadmill at home. A massive curved monitor was positioned in front of it on an articulated arm. Overhead, a complex web of straps and springs hung from a thick support beam.\n\nJoey trembled in equal parts trepidation and excitement. The video had looked amazing. Infinite room to trot and canter and gallop. But the machine looked much more intimidating up close.\n\n“Get her mounted,” Allison said. She watched without comment as the vixens led Joey up onto the belt by the reins and unclipped them from the bridle. They pulled the hanging straps down from above, quickly threading them through the body harness and buckling them tight. Now Joey could only move a short distance before she was held back by the harness. She peered up, curious about the elaborate spring mechanism overhead, when her attention was quickly caught by the paws grabbing at her breasts.\n\n“Eh?!” she mumbled, startled. It became a gasp as the vixens placed the metal clamps on her nipples. They tightened the clamps with a thumbscrew and tugged twice to make sure they stayed put. “Ow!” she grumbled, giving one of them a dirty look. The woman didn’t even respond. The clamps were fastened via a short spring to a thin cable that was strung loosely between her and an anchor point just beneath the darkened monitor.\n\nAs abruptly as they had swarmed her, they left, stepping off the treadmill in four different directions. One of them walked over to a large floor fan and pointed it her way, sending cool air washing over her. Joey knew she’d need it soon. She couldn’t turn around to see where the others went without tugging on her breasts.\n\n“That should be everything,” Allison said, consulting a tablet. Glancing up at Joey, she asked, “Everything OK? Ready to start?”\n\n“Uh-huh!” she said. Allison frowned.\n\n“Ponies don’t talk,” she reminded her.\n\nRemembering her role, Joey playfully stomped one hoof. The belt absorbed most of the sound.\n\n“Good. Look at the screen.” She tapped something on the tablet. A moment later, the massive display in front of the treadmill lit up. A progress bar flashed across the bottom and the scene faded in. In front of Joey was an arcade race track, rendered out in colorful, abstract shapes. It receded into the distance, cresting a rise and out of sight. Neon railings bounded either side of the track.\n\n“It’s a racing game,” Allison said. A map appeared in the corner, showing the course and the checkpoints. “Don’t steer left or right. The curves are just a visual effect. The harness will help center you on the treadmill. If you fall, the harness will catch you and the treadmill will stop. We’ll check in and get you going again if that happens. Got it so far?”\n\nAnother stomp, and then, to get the point across, Joey mimed pawing at the ground with one hoof. By now she was trembling with excitement. Enough with the talking. She’d been looking forward to this all week, ever since a certain somebody had sent her a suspicious video file with a winky face emoji. She wanted to trot. She wanted to gallop.\n\n“In just a minute, I’ll bring you up to a trot and let you warm up a bit. The treadmill will adapt to your speed, but it won’t let you fall below a certain pace. If you fall behind, you’ll feel this.”\n\nFrom hidden speakers came the crack of a whip. Joey grunted in surprise, her knees jerking together as the plug in her rear let out a sudden zap—not painful, but more than enough to get her attention. At the same time, the nipple clamps pulsed sharply three times, as if tugging her forward. She scowled.\n\n“So, don’t fall behind. You ready for the warm up?”\n\nAnother stomp.\n\n“All right. Let’s go.”\n\nJoey took a deep breath as a countdown appeared on the screen.\n\n3…\n\n2…\n\n1…\n\nGo!\n\nThere came the crack of the whip again, the tingling shocks on her nipples. The treadmill belt hummed beneath her and began to glide backwards. She hadn’t anticipated the movement and she stumbled, nearly losing her balance, but the harness took up her weight and held her upright. The next step was more confident, as was the next, and the next. On the screen, the background was moving too, the colorful ground scrolling past at the same rate as the belt.\n\nAllison gave her a minute or two to get used to the treadmill. Then, the screen made an insistent noise, flashing the words: “Faster!” Not wanting to get zapped again, Joey picked up speed. For a moment, she worried that she would walk too far forward on the treadmill, but it detected the change in pace, moving her back again. Feeling more confident now, she leaned forward, switching to a trot.\n\n“Try speeding up and slowing down. Not too fast.”\n\nObediently, Joey did so, quickening her trot. She held the new speed for a few moments, then slowed again, marveling at how naturally the moving belt adapted to her pace.\n\n“Now, slow and stop.”\n\nShe did so, wavering momentarily at the sudden absence of movement.\n\n“Very good,” Allison said. She checked over the harness and straps again. “Now, last bit of practice. I’m going to need you to try falling a few times while moving.”\n\n“Eh?” Joey said, startled.\n\n“You need to have faith in the safeties,” Allison said. “You’ll be fine.” Her voice softened, almost imperceptibly. “Can you do this for me?”\n\nJoey gulped, but nodded, stomping on the belt once.\n\n“Let’s go,” Allison said, taking up position next to the screen in front of Joey. The belt began to move again. Joey trotted along uncertainly, looking to Allison for guidance. Her finger was poised above the tablet.\n\n“Stop,” she barked. “Now!”\n\nFor the briefest of moments, Joey hesitated. The electric shock in her ass was startling enough to make her gasp and stumble. She was falling–and then she felt the harness take up her weight a split second before the padded knee protectors on the boots made contact with the belt. It didn’t hurt like she’d been expecting, thanks to the heavy springs overhead absorbing the impact. The belt ground to a halt. Something pulled sharply on her nipples for the briefest moment before the tension vanished.\n\n“Very good,” Allison said, putting her hand on Joey’s shoulder. She squeezed in reassurance. “You okay?”\n\n“Mm-hmm!” Joey gasped over her heartbeat.\n\n“Up and at ‘em.” The paws were back, four pairs plus Allison’s, hauling Joey back up to a standing position. The nipple clamp wires had been pulled free of their mounting point below the monitor–magnets, perhaps, or some other form of breakaway. One of the vixens attached the cables again. They gave her a few seconds to catch her breath before doing it all over again.\nAfter the third fall, Allison had Joey trot along for a bit without interference, letting her set her own speed. “I think you’re ready to try the race program,” she said after several minutes. Joey’s heart leapt in excitement. She picked up the pace a little, sashaying her hips. Allison looked amused at that.\n\n“It won’t be too hard, but it’s not going to be a trot in the park, either. After all…” She reached into her pocket and held up a pair of brass keys. “I was told you could have these if you win first place.” She jingled them and snatched them back into her palm. “That’s a full two weeks early. We want to make you work for it, you know.”\n\nJoey narrowed her eyes. Freedom, two weeks early? She’d do a lot for that opportunity. Running a race seemed almost too easy, even decked out in kink gear.\n\n“There will be five virtual contestants,” Allison said, motioning to the screen. On it, an avatar appeared further ahead on the track. The digital creature was decked out in similar gear to Joey. Growling, Joey prepared to break into a run to catch it up, but a moment later it blinked away. “When you get close enough to pass, they’ll move aside. If you get close enough, of course.”\n\nIf? Try when.\n\nAllison continued, “You’ll have five laps to go from back of the pack to first place. Win it, and you walk out of here with the keys today. Lose, and, well.” She blinked, pushing the glasses further up her nose. “I’m not privy to those sorts of things with your mistress, but I can’t imagine she’d be pleased.” She shrugged. Fortunately, Joey knew she wouldn’t have to deal with that eventuality, because she was going to win, simple as that.\n\n“Hold your speed until the race starts. Ten seconds.”\n\nThe countdown seemed interminable. As the seconds ticked away, the five characters appeared on the screen. The nearest one looked to be a few dozen yards away. The one after that was a handful of pixels in the distance. The last three showed up as dots on the minimap. Joey growled under her breath. They were pretty far ahead, but she could do this.\n\n3…\n\n2…\n\n1…\n\nGo!\n\nShe was ready for the shocks this time, and she didn’t let them distract her one bit. She leaned forward, the trot quickly being abandoned for a canter and then a full gallop.\n\nJoey didn’t often get to run in her pony tack. She’d had a fair amount of practice clomping around in her boots at home or in various dungeons and clubs, but space was limited indoors. She’d been geared up outdoors a few times, but being inexperienced, she had only managed a few brief moments of anything faster than a trot over uneven ground. This was amazing. She thundered down the virtual path. The distance between her and the first competitor closed quickly. As she neared, she saw that it was a female wolf, geared identically to her. She almost laughed as the digital wolf veered to the side, allowing her to pass.\n\nThe electrode in her tailhole came to life again, but the shock was not painful this time, and it was sustained. It was a strange, deep vibration which pulsed with every few steps of her gallop, like she was being spurred on. Had she not been so focused on the race, she would have found it quite pleasant.\n\nSnarling, she picked up the pace. Running wasn’t Joey’s favorite form of exercise, but she was decent enough at it. And even if she wasn’t the most fleet-pawed person, she was still by far the most fit of her social group, and maybe even one of the most fit people at the local gym, excepting the flirty German Shepherd lady who didn’t seem to know how to lose. (She’d have to do something about her flirting sometime, but that was a thought for another day–preferably one where Joey wasn’t locked in her chastity belt.)\n\nJoey didn’t go for her top speed, as she wasn’t sure she could pull it off in the boots, but she ran as fast as she thought she could sustain for a longer race. The second contestant was coming up, and was a meek little fox that was even slower than the first racer. Soon she was eating Joey’s dust.\n\nOut of the corner of her eye, she saw Allison raise an eyebrow and touch the pad.\n\nThe pulsing current in her ass intensified, and this time the nipple clamps came to life as well, tingling and vibrating in a way that made her untouched pussy ache with arousal and need. Joey gritted her teeth. She couldn’t get distracted now. The sensations began to fade, ramping down to a gentle buzz, and she realized that the plug and clamps activated as rewards for good performance.\n\nLap 2! said the screen. She wasn’t sure how long a single lap was, but it felt like it was somewhere around a few hundred meters at most. Easy enough. Even with the boots slowing her down, she could easily catch up to the rest of these slowpokes. The game hadn’t even prompted her to go faster yet–she was obviously doing better than she was supposed to be doing.\n\nBriefly, she considered slowing down, catching her breath a little, but she didn’t want to risk coming in second place. After all, the second to win was first to lose. Instead, she pushed herself, speeding up more. She could do this.\n\nThe next contestant was another fox. Joey was starting to think Allison had a favorite type of sub to pick on. Well, at least one fox was going to win today.\n\nLap 3. Joey was panting. Drool dripped around the bit gag. She saw one of the assistants go up to the fan and turn it up higher. Blessedly cold air whipped past her, adding to the sensation of speed.\n\nThe next contestant, she might have missed him if she had blinked. The poor digital wolf almost looked like Dalian. If that was the best speed he could manage, she was going to need to whip him into shape next time she saw him. That thought went away as the plug activated again. It was getting hard to focus.She couldn’t deny now that the electrical stimulation was making her needy. With enough time, she thought she could probably get off from the pleasurable sensations emanating from her ass and tits.\n\nShe caught up to the last contestant most of the way through lap 4. She was a lioness, and she put up a good fight, her tail whipping in the breeze behind her. Heart thudding, Joey pushed forward and managed to pass her a few hundred meters before the start of the final lap.\n\n…the hell was the “bonus round?”\n\n“Interesting,” Allison said. She walked up to the screen, pecking at her damn tablet. Joey really didn’t like the tone of her voice, because it sounded uncharacteristically pleased. Allison didn’t do pleased. “You beat them all and unlocked the bonus round. This will be fun.”\n\nThe five dots on the minimap disappeared. Just ahead of her, shimmering at the starting line, was a ghostly form. As Joey neared, she was startled to see that it was a digital version of herself.\n\nJoey blazed over the checkerboard, starting the final lap. And to her horror, the digital arctic fox leaned forward and pulled ahead. Allison smiled, showing sharp teeth. “Haven’t you played one of these games before? That’s your personal best.”\n\nJoey realized she was once again in second place, competing against her fastest time from the previous laps.\n\nAnd she’d been running pretty damn fast for the entire race.\n\nThe plug and clamps sprang to life again, thrumming intensely with current, demanding her attention. This time, they didn’t stop. 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      "body": "Also, dope story. Read the whole thing",
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      "body": "Bro the fact that you took the time to look up bipolar electrodes, hats off. Fantastic work. Hope those electrodes get used some more in the future",
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      "body": "Wait, the screen displays lap 2/5 01:42:21 that looks like 1 hour, 42 minutes instead of 01:42.210 1 minute, 42 seconds.\n\nBut the story mentions track length is only a few '100' meters and the runner reaches lap 4 with ease.\n\nAt first I thought the runner had to run the lenght of like a marathon to reach the finish, that would have been hell.",
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      "body": "Hope she gets a treat if she wins ;3",
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[u]pony endurance training + story (art by quotermain)[/u]\n\ntraining a show pony is a challenging endeavor requiring a lot of free space and plenty of time. if you don't have a huge outdoor paddock and hours a day to exercise her, why not try the new Race Mistress equine training system? rain or sun, now you can let your prized pony run to her heart's content in a wide range of simulated track environments. our patented safety harness system guarantees your sub's safety and will keep her securely \"on track\"! the onboard computer constantly analyzes 97 discrete sensors and 8 cameras, allowing you to analyze her performance in real-time and deliver automatic encouragement or punishment as needed through a wide range of vibration and shock accessories (accessories purchased separately).\n\nan absolutely amazing commission from quotermain quotermain showcasing joey in her full training gear. she's got a bit of a competitive streak, you see. rather than trying to train that out of her, i figured it would be more fun to take advantage of it. at the very least maybe we can tire her out so she doesn't get the zoomies.\n\ndisclaimer: in real life, estim above the chest can be dangerous. i'm aware of this. this is a fantasy story using bipolar electrodes in an informed consent scenario.\n\n[section=Story (4,055 words)]To most people, the locker room would have felt like standing in a refrigerator. The air conditioning for the training wing had been cranked up high for the afternoon. As an arctic fox, Joey was prone to overheating while exercising, even with her thinner summer coat in season, meticulously brushed to shed as much excess fur as possible. Cold air streamed from discrete vents set between the wooden slats of the ceiling. Joey was very nearly nude. Yet she still felt like she was overheating.\n\nShe paced the length of the benches, admiring the gear laid out neatly on them. Almost every square inch of surface was given over to some manner of latex, leather, or metal. Hoof boots, made of sturdy leather, carefully sized for her paws and legs. An intricate strappy harness for her hips, chest, and shoulders. A strict posture collar. A bridle. Leather straps. So many leather straps. Further down were more...intimate items. Her claws absentmindedly brushed against the hard steel surface of her chastity belt. Despite herself, she felt her traitorous tail begin to wag. Unbecoming!\n\n“Excited?” Allison asked from the opposite side of the bench. The corner of her mouth twitched upward. The older vixen never quite smiled, except to dole out approval as a reward in small, measured doses. She gazed at Joey over half-moon glasses.\n\n“Yes, Miss,” Joey said. “I’ve been looking forward to today.”\n\n“Mm. You’ve been practicing?”\n\nShe nodded. “I’ve been wearing the new boots around the house. I’m getting used to the extra height.”\n\n“Good,” she said, and there it was, laser targeted: the hint of a smile, the twinkle in the eyes.\n\nThe assistants watched in silence. There were two of them, one on either side of the exit, and they were troublesome to tell apart. Like most of the facility staff, each of the vixens wore plain athletic shorts and a sport top, the only defining feature being the stylized letter Q stitched unobtrusively over one breast. The shorts did little to conceal the polished steel bands locked around their waists. Joey wondered if they got to take off their chastity belts at the end of the day or if it was a more long-term arrangement like her own.\n\nAlthough, if things went well today, her belt might be coming off a little earlier than promised…\n\n“No use beating around the bush,” Allison said, all business again. “Your reservation is for two hours and I intend to use it fully. Are you ready?”\n\nAt those words, Joey straightened up, standing at attention with her arms clasped behind her back. “Yes, Miss.”\n\n“Excellent.” Allison clapped her hands together. The narrowed eyes meant dangerous things. “Girls?”\n\nLike a magic trick, the two vixens appeared from behind their mistress, one on either side. A moment later, two more appeared, flanking Joey. Now that[/i] was an interesting development. Joey had only ever seen two in a room at any point in time. They all regarded her with cool indifference.\n\n“Get her geared up,” Allison commanded.\n\nIn unison, they surrounded Joey. One of them produced a familiar key—from where, Joey wasn’t sure. She held very still as the vixen knelt in front of her. A moment later, Joey’s chastity belt unlatched. She shuddered as her pussy was suddenly exposed to the cool air. By instinct, she moved to cover herself—or tried. Several sets of strong paws grabbed her arms, restraining her.\n\nThe leather mitts came first—they were taking no chances with roaming fingers it seemed. After all, she still had several weeks of chastity to go, depending on how today went. They slipped the mitts onto her paws and tied the laces, trapping her clenched fingers within the stiff leather. Only then did the others release her arms. Perhaps Joey could have snuck in a clumsy rub or two if she had been so inclined, but Allison was ever watching, and Joey was not stupid.\n\nThe body harness came next. Joey gingerly stepped into one leg loop and then the other. Two of the vixens worked in tandem to wrap the network of straps and buckles around her waist, chest, and shoulders, while the others fastened them as they went. Even as they were working, another vixen appeared holding the posture collar. Within seconds, it was fastened around her neck.\n\nThe assistants were firm and unsubtle, but not harsh. They worked in determined silence, guiding Joey with gestures and the occasional, clipped command. They even sounded all alike. Joey had given up trying to count or keep track.\n\nShe grunted as they pulled her arms behind her back, bending them up to cross in a strict reverse prayer and pulling the harness tight, pinning her upper arms to her sides and lifting her breasts. The head harness was next, holding the bridle and bit in place behind her teeth. One of the vixens wrapped the base of her hair tightly in a long ribbon. She felt paws grabbing at her tail as well. She could hardly stop wagging it long enough for the vixens to do their work.\n\nThe kiss of cold lubricant on her tailhole made her squeak in surprise. The metal plug was not overly large, but it still took some patient prodding before she relaxed enough for it to slide into place, the flared base nestling between her ass cheeks. They pulled the straps tight, locking it in place. Her legs trembled.\n\nAnd then, finally, the part she had been looking forward to the most: the boots. Two of the assistants held Joey’s upper body steady by the arms and shoulders, while a third held the boot open and the fourth guided her paw into it. The boot fit like a second skin, the sturdy leather matching every curve of her paw and leg nearly all the way up to her knee once it was zipped up.\n\nJoey wavered as they prepared the second boot, as she had to stand on one leg briefly and that leg was now several inches longer thanks to the hoof. They patiently guided her paw into the boot and helped her stand straight. The extra height was disorienting.\n\nThey were done, but they didn’t release her yet. Four pairs of paws grasped her arms and shoulders, keeping her firmly in place. Reins were clipped to her bridle.\n\nAllison stepped in front of her. With the added height of the boots, Joey found herself looking down at the trainer, who tugged briefly at the harness straps and checked the buckles on the bridle, before nodding approvingly. She held out a paw to the side, taking the reins from one of the vixens before Joey even realized she was there.\n\n“Release her,” Allison said, and she suddenly found herself standing on her own. Allison stepped back and made a come-hither motion with one finger, leading her carefully with the reins.\n\nJoey obediently began to trot forward. She might have been unsteady with the extra height of the new boots, but she still had walked in hooves before, even bound up like this. The boots made uneven clops against the floor as she took a step, then another, raising her knees high like a good pony should. The fourth step was too long, and she nearly stumbled. A half-dozen paws surrounded her, ready to grab, but she shook her head and kept trotting, stopping obediently in front of Allison.\n\n“Hmm,” the trainer said, motioning her to turn around. Joey did so, following Allison from one end of the long room to the other and back again. Each step became more confident than the last. By the third repetition, Allison motioned for her to stop and simply said: “Good.”\n\nJoey’s tail began to wag again. The air felt suspiciously cool against her bare pussy. Surely she was just a little wet from trotting around with the plug filling her tailhole?\n\n“You’re ready,” Allison said. “Follow me.”\nThe treadmill gleamed in the afternoon sun filtering through the tall tinted windows. Joey had seen videos of subs using it for training, but it was the first time she’d seen it in real life. It was much bulkier than any sort of exercise equipment Joey had ever seen before, with a reinforced woven belt half again as wide and long as her folding treadmill at home. A massive curved monitor was positioned in front of it on an articulated arm. Overhead, a complex web of straps and springs hung from a thick support beam.\n\nJoey trembled in equal parts trepidation and excitement. The video had looked amazing. Infinite room to trot and canter and gallop. But the machine looked much more intimidating up close.\n\n“Get her mounted,” Allison said. She watched without comment as the vixens led Joey up onto the belt by the reins and unclipped them from the bridle. They pulled the hanging straps down from above, quickly threading them through the body harness and buckling them tight. Now Joey could only move a short distance before she was held back by the harness. She peered up, curious about the elaborate spring mechanism overhead, when her attention was quickly caught by the paws grabbing at her breasts.\n\n“Eh?!” she mumbled, startled. It became a gasp as the vixens placed the metal clamps on her nipples. They tightened the clamps with a thumbscrew and tugged twice to make sure they stayed put. “Ow!” she grumbled, giving one of them a dirty look. The woman didn’t even respond. The clamps were fastened via a short spring to a thin cable that was strung loosely between her and an anchor point just beneath the darkened monitor.\n\nAs abruptly as they had swarmed her, they left, stepping off the treadmill in four different directions. One of them walked over to a large floor fan and pointed it her way, sending cool air washing over her. Joey knew she’d need it soon. She couldn’t turn around to see where the others went without tugging on her breasts.\n\n“That should be everything,” Allison said, consulting a tablet. Glancing up at Joey, she asked, “Everything OK? Ready to start?”\n\n“Uh-huh!” she said. Allison frowned.\n\n“Ponies don’t talk,” she reminded her.\n\nRemembering her role, Joey playfully stomped one hoof. The belt absorbed most of the sound.\n\n“Good. Look at the screen.” She tapped something on the tablet. A moment later, the massive display in front of the treadmill lit up. A progress bar flashed across the bottom and the scene faded in. In front of Joey was an arcade race track, rendered out in colorful, abstract shapes. It receded into the distance, cresting a rise and out of sight. Neon railings bounded either side of the track.\n\n“It’s a racing game,” Allison said. A map appeared in the corner, showing the course and the checkpoints. “Don’t steer left or right. The curves are just a visual effect. The harness will help center you on the treadmill. If you fall, the harness will catch you and the treadmill will stop. We’ll check in and get you going again if that happens. Got it so far?”\n\nAnother stomp, and then, to get the point across, Joey mimed pawing at the ground with one hoof. By now she was trembling with excitement. Enough with the talking. She’d been looking forward to this all week, ever since a certain somebody had sent her a suspicious video file with a winky face emoji. She wanted to trot. She wanted to gallop.\n\n“In just a minute, I’ll bring you up to a trot and let you warm up a bit. The treadmill will adapt to your speed, but it won’t let you fall below a certain pace. If you fall behind, you’ll feel this.”\n\nFrom hidden speakers came the crack of a whip. Joey grunted in surprise, her knees jerking together as the plug in her rear let out a sudden zap—not painful, but more than enough to get her attention. At the same time, the nipple clamps pulsed sharply three times, as if tugging her forward. She scowled.\n\n“So, don’t fall behind. You ready for the warm up?”\n\nAnother stomp.\n\n“All right. Let’s go.”\n\nJoey took a deep breath as a countdown appeared on the screen.\n\n3…\n\n2…\n\n1…\n\nGo!\n\nThere came the crack of the whip again, the tingling shocks on her nipples. The treadmill belt hummed beneath her and began to glide backwards. She hadn’t anticipated the movement and she stumbled, nearly losing her balance, but the harness took up her weight and held her upright. The next step was more confident, as was the next, and the next. On the screen, the background was moving too, the colorful ground scrolling past at the same rate as the belt.\n\nAllison gave her a minute or two to get used to the treadmill. Then, the screen made an insistent noise, flashing the words: “Faster!” Not wanting to get zapped again, Joey picked up speed. For a moment, she worried that she would walk too far forward on the treadmill, but it detected the change in pace, moving her back again. Feeling more confident now, she leaned forward, switching to a trot.\n\n“Try speeding up and slowing down. Not too fast.”\n\nObediently, Joey did so, quickening her trot. She held the new speed for a few moments, then slowed again, marveling at how naturally the moving belt adapted to her pace.\n\n“Now, slow and stop.”\n\nShe did so, wavering momentarily at the sudden absence of movement.\n\n“Very good,” Allison said. She checked over the harness and straps again. “Now, last bit of practice. I’m going to need you to try falling a few times while moving.”\n\n“Eh?” Joey said, startled.\n\n“You need to have faith in the safeties,” Allison said. “You’ll be fine.” Her voice softened, almost imperceptibly. “Can you do this for me?”\n\nJoey gulped, but nodded, stomping on the belt once.\n\n“Let’s go,” Allison said, taking up position next to the screen in front of Joey. The belt began to move again. Joey trotted along uncertainly, looking to Allison for guidance. Her finger was poised above the tablet.\n\n“Stop,” she barked. “Now!”\n\nFor the briefest of moments, Joey hesitated. The electric shock in her ass was startling enough to make her gasp and stumble. She was falling–and then she felt the harness take up her weight a split second before the padded knee protectors on the boots made contact with the belt. It didn’t hurt like she’d been expecting, thanks to the heavy springs overhead absorbing the impact. The belt ground to a halt. Something pulled sharply on her nipples for the briefest moment before the tension vanished.\n\n“Very good,” Allison said, putting her hand on Joey’s shoulder. She squeezed in reassurance. “You okay?”\n\n“Mm-hmm!” Joey gasped over her heartbeat.\n\n“Up and at ‘em.” The paws were back, four pairs plus Allison’s, hauling Joey back up to a standing position. The nipple clamp wires had been pulled free of their mounting point below the monitor–magnets, perhaps, or some other form of breakaway. One of the vixens attached the cables again. They gave her a few seconds to catch her breath before doing it all over again.\nAfter the third fall, Allison had Joey trot along for a bit without interference, letting her set her own speed. “I think you’re ready to try the race program,” she said after several minutes. Joey’s heart leapt in excitement. She picked up the pace a little, sashaying her hips. Allison looked amused at that.\n\n“It won’t be too hard, but it’s not going to be a trot in the park, either. After all…” She reached into her pocket and held up a pair of brass keys. “I was told you could have these if you win first place.” She jingled them and snatched them back into her palm. “That’s a full two weeks early. We want to make you work for it, you know.”\n\nJoey narrowed her eyes. Freedom, two weeks early? She’d do a lot for that opportunity. Running a race seemed almost too easy, even decked out in kink gear.\n\n“There will be five virtual contestants,” Allison said, motioning to the screen. On it, an avatar appeared further ahead on the track. The digital creature was decked out in similar gear to Joey. Growling, Joey prepared to break into a run to catch it up, but a moment later it blinked away. “When you get close enough to pass, they’ll move aside. If you get close enough, of course.”\n\nIf? Try when.\n\nAllison continued, “You’ll have five laps to go from back of the pack to first place. Win it, and you walk out of here with the keys today. Lose, and, well.” She blinked, pushing the glasses further up her nose. “I’m not privy to those sorts of things with your mistress, but I can’t imagine she’d be pleased.” She shrugged. Fortunately, Joey knew she wouldn’t have to deal with that eventuality, because she was going to win, simple as that.\n\n“Hold your speed until the race starts. Ten seconds.”\n\nThe countdown seemed interminable. As the seconds ticked away, the five characters appeared on the screen. The nearest one looked to be a few dozen yards away. The one after that was a handful of pixels in the distance. The last three showed up as dots on the minimap. Joey growled under her breath. They were pretty far ahead, but she could do this.\n\n3…\n\n2…\n\n1…\n\nGo!\n\nShe was ready for the shocks this time, and she didn’t let them distract her one bit. She leaned forward, the trot quickly being abandoned for a canter and then a full gallop.\n\nJoey didn’t often get to run in her pony tack. She’d had a fair amount of practice clomping around in her boots at home or in various dungeons and clubs, but space was limited indoors. She’d been geared up outdoors a few times, but being inexperienced, she had only managed a few brief moments of anything faster than a trot over uneven ground. This was amazing. She thundered down the virtual path. The distance between her and the first competitor closed quickly. As she neared, she saw that it was a female wolf, geared identically to her. She almost laughed as the digital wolf veered to the side, allowing her to pass.\n\nThe electrode in her tailhole came to life again, but the shock was not painful this time, and it was sustained. It was a strange, deep vibration which pulsed with every few steps of her gallop, like she was being spurred on. Had she not been so focused on the race, she would have found it quite pleasant.\n\nSnarling, she picked up the pace. Running wasn’t Joey’s favorite form of exercise, but she was decent enough at it. And even if she wasn’t the most fleet-pawed person, she was still by far the most fit of her social group, and maybe even one of the most fit people at the local gym, excepting the flirty German Shepherd lady who didn’t seem to know how to lose. (She’d have to do something about her flirting sometime, but that was a thought for another day–preferably one where Joey wasn’t locked in her chastity belt.)\n\nJoey didn’t go for her top speed, as she wasn’t sure she could pull it off in the boots, but she ran as fast as she thought she could sustain for a longer race. The second contestant was coming up, and was a meek little fox that was even slower than the first racer. Soon she was eating Joey’s dust.\n\nOut of the corner of her eye, she saw Allison raise an eyebrow and touch the pad.\n\nThe pulsing current in her ass intensified, and this time the nipple clamps came to life as well, tingling and vibrating in a way that made her untouched pussy ache with arousal and need. Joey gritted her teeth. She couldn’t get distracted now. The sensations began to fade, ramping down to a gentle buzz, and she realized that the plug and clamps activated as rewards for good performance.\n\nLap 2! said the screen. She wasn’t sure how long a single lap was, but it felt like it was somewhere around a few hundred meters at most. Easy enough. Even with the boots slowing her down, she could easily catch up to the rest of these slowpokes. The game hadn’t even prompted her to go faster yet–she was obviously doing better than she was supposed to be doing.\n\nBriefly, she considered slowing down, catching her breath a little, but she didn’t want to risk coming in second place. After all, the second to win was first to lose. Instead, she pushed herself, speeding up more. She could do this.\n\nThe next contestant was another fox. Joey was starting to think Allison had a favorite type of sub to pick on. Well, at least one fox was going to win today.\n\nLap 3. Joey was panting. Drool dripped around the bit gag. She saw one of the assistants go up to the fan and turn it up higher. Blessedly cold air whipped past her, adding to the sensation of speed.\n\nThe next contestant, she might have missed him if she had blinked. The poor digital wolf almost looked like Dalian. If that was the best speed he could manage, she was going to need to whip him into shape next time she saw him. That thought went away as the plug activated again. It was getting hard to focus.She couldn’t deny now that the electrical stimulation was making her needy. With enough time, she thought she could probably get off from the pleasurable sensations emanating from her ass and tits.\n\nShe caught up to the last contestant most of the way through lap 4. She was a lioness, and she put up a good fight, her tail whipping in the breeze behind her. Heart thudding, Joey pushed forward and managed to pass her a few hundred meters before the start of the final lap.\n\n…the hell was the “bonus round?”\n\n“Interesting,” Allison said. She walked up to the screen, pecking at her damn tablet. Joey really didn’t like the tone of her voice, because it sounded uncharacteristically pleased. Allison didn’t do pleased. “You beat them all and unlocked the bonus round. This will be fun.”\n\nThe five dots on the minimap disappeared. Just ahead of her, shimmering at the starting line, was a ghostly form. As Joey neared, she was startled to see that it was a digital version of herself.\n\nJoey blazed over the checkerboard, starting the final lap. And to her horror, the digital arctic fox leaned forward and pulled ahead. Allison smiled, showing sharp teeth. “Haven’t you played one of these games before? That’s your personal best.”\n\nJoey realized she was once again in second place, competing against her fastest time from the previous laps.\n\nAnd she’d been running pretty damn fast for the entire race.\n\nThe plug and clamps sprang to life again, thrumming intensely with current, demanding her attention. This time, they didn’t stop. Pleasure built between her legs, making it very hard to stay focused on the track. But it wasn’t enough–was it enough? Joey’s body had gone without for weeks at this point, and even a slight touch was enough to fan the flames of her arousal. With enough time, she certainly would have been able to orgasm from the strange stimulation. But the race was almost over–\n\n“I think you can still make it,” Allison said, in a tone of voice that suggested that she didn’t think that at all. “You better hurry. Already a fifth of the way through the lap.”\n\n“Faster!” said the screen. The whip cracked, and a second later her nipples and ass stung. With a whine, Joey put on a burst of speed. The pleasurable vibrations returned, redoubling. Her legs were shaking now. She was slowly closing the distance, but would it be enough?\n\n“There’s no shame in a silver medal,” Allison said. Joey barely heard her. “But it won’t get you the keys. Better catch up…”\n\nFaster!\n\nThe whip cracked again. She nearly stumbled at the breathtaking intensity. Halfway through the lap. Joey could see herself, just ahead. If she pushed, she could still win. She just had to run…\n\nFaster!\n[/section]"
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