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Chapter 1 - An Unconventional Program

The last exercise on his plan was in yet another infernal machine where he sat and had to slide his legs between padded cushions to lift some weights with them. He was exhausted after going through a few machines, a set of exercises with free weights and of course running on a treadmill for what seemed like an eternity. After and hour and a half in a packed gym with terrible music blaring and the taste of blood in his mouth this last machine seemed like a torture rack. If only it was a different kind of torture rack he thought while lightening the load but brushed that thought away, not wanting to tent his shorts here.

After three times fifteen leg exercises Toby went through the stretches and ruminted on why he bothered with this, plenty of time for that waiting for any noticeable difference in muscle tension. Of course it was January so he'd resolved to hit the gym, the first time in years. Now he remembered why he'd let such a long time pass, it was excruciatingly boring. But he could no longer trust his teenage metabolism to keep his figure and getting short of breath running 100 metres for the bus didn't bode well for his health. So what else was there to do? Jogging was almost as boring and the weather and ice didn't make it feasible for half the year. Swimming would have been better if he could only listen to podcasts underwater and while some group sports might be more fun he'd just embarrass himself.

In the showers he caught a glimpse of some very toned asses (no donkeys though) and despaired of ever looking like that. No more than a glimpse though, he wouldn't want to be caught staring, or with a boner.

Putting his clothes on was an effort and he stumbled out of the changing room into the lobby to put on his winter boots, sitting down by a bulletin board. While he summoned the energy to stand up and wade into the snow he looked at the posters, ads for local concerts, new age sounding seminars and what looked like a riding course. It had a picture of a rather fetching mare dressed in what looked like a riding outfit and holding a crop but advertising herself as a personal trainer. Unlike the other comic sans and rainbow filled posters this one looked professional and offered a two week long introductory course on an estate at a more southerly latitude.

"Does traditional exercise bore you, having trouble sticking to a routine? Miss Fendinsky will provide the discipline you need and whip you into shape. Beautiful nature and varied activities with all expenses included. Possibility of an extended program." Toby wouldn't have considered it further if the price hadn't been so reasonable, besides that was exactly his problem. He snapped a photo of the poster before leaving.

A week passed and he hadn't gone back to the gym. The darkness and the cold weighed on him, as well as his laptop where he laid on the couch. He considered taking some vacation just to get more sun when he really needed it, then he remembered the ad from the gym. He checked out the website and while it didn't give much information about the program it looked very nice and professional and incredibly cheap. It would be cheaper than a hotel at some touristy resort. There and then he booked himself a place and a flight and the morning after he arranged to take some early vacation from work.

He stepped out of the taxi in front of a rustic but still very impressive estate. It was secluded and situated under a beautiful hill with a lake nearby. The doors of the main entrance were open and the woman from the poster, Miss Fendinsky, came out to greet him. She wore a short black jacket, white jodhpurs, the whole shebang and it complemented her yellow buckskin colour and the short black mane.

"Tobias I presume, you're the last to arrive of your group so we can begin the program immediately if you don't mind. We'll take care of your bags and you can head straight to our spa to help you relax after such a long trip."

He thanked her and she told him about the surrounding area and recommended he get a massage while she led him downstairs to the changing room.

"There's a safe for your valuables keyed this bracelet." She said and handed him a black rubber bracelet with the name of the resort "Fendinsky Stables".

He wondered whether she was some kind of a landed lady or if it was just a marketing thing.

As soon as he'd gotten undressed he realized his trunks were in the bag Miss Fendinsky had relieved him of. The lockers had a robe and a towel though as well as a basket for his clothes. He took a nice hot shower in the empty stall, put on the robe and followed a sign pointing him to the massage parlour. There he was greeted by another horse, tall and toned with a glistening dark bay coat wearing white scrubs. He invited him to disrobe and lie down on a bench, holding out a towel.

When Toby hesitated he told him not to be shy, "we'll get to know each other quite well during your stay, there aren't many staff here. Besides you've got a very nice coat, no need to be ashamed. Wolf?"

"Ah, thank you but coyote actually," he replied, not quite knowing how to take that.

"Sorry, hope that's not a sore point."

"None taken."

The horse then proceeded to work him over in an entirely professional if quite forceful manner, kneading every muscle until Toby felt himself melt into the bench.

Once done he stumbled off it and slid into the robe the horse held out for him, much less self-conscious than before and headed for the jacuzzi.

There was a short flight of stairs and he was in an old cellar with rough masonry and arched ceilings. The discrete wall lightning pointing towards the ceiling only enhanced the medieval feeling but the floor and small square pool were tiled and obviously modern. And in it was another guest facing him, a canine woman with a long snout, black and cream coat, slim build and large drooping ears under her wet hair, a saluki maybe.

"Oh, I'm sorry" Toby said, suddenly very self-conscious again as she was clearly naked, if obscured by the bubbling water. She didn't seem the least bit perturbed though.

"So you're the other newcomer... Interesting," she said in a way he wasn't sure was genuine, mocking or just teasing, and spread her hands over the edge of the pool. There was something aristocratic about her, or maybe it was just the surroundings.

"Yes, I'm Toby" he replied, still at the end of the pool and keeping his robe closed. "Other", was it only the two of them?

"The pool is really quite nice," she added nonchalantly.

"Ah, yeah." He turned and took off the robe, hanging it beside the entrance and walked into the pool naked, while she regarded him casually. The water certainly was quite nice and he felt less exposed sitting down, "so, what brought you here?" He asked with forced casualness.

"I wanted to try something new, a change of scenery. And madam Fendinsky was recommended to me."

"As a personal trainer?"

"You could say that, yes." Again that cryptic tone and a faint smile.

"Is that why you're here, for training?" she asked.

"Well yes, but the change of scenery doesn't hurt."

"Oh, I'm sure it doesn't." She said and stood up, her lithe body and small perky breasts on full display. "If you'll excuse me I'm going to take a nap. A long day of travel." She walked towards the changing room without bothering to put on a towel or a robe.

"Uh, of course." He said dumbfounded.

After she left he relaxed for a while longer in the pool, intrigued by the company so far and then looked around the cellar. There were sturdy wooden doors on either side of the pool. One was firmly locked but the other led to the sauna which he made use of, alone, for a few minutes. After a shower he made to dress but couldn't find the basket with his clothes. Instead there was a black spandex bodysuit, tagged with his name, but no underwear. He found that more than a little unusual but it was probably a part of the program. There was a zipper in the back and he found that it fit perfectly and covered his legs and forearms, but it left little to the imagination and his developing paunch certainly showed. On the chest was emblazoned "Fendinsky Stables" in gold cursive.

When he tried opening the safe with his bracelet it just gave a rude noise and blinked red. Not an auspicious start he thought, stealing away both his clothes, his phone and his wallet. He put the robe on over the spandex and walked back up to the ground floor and walked around until he found the lady of the house.

"Uh, excuse me but my clothes are gone and the safe refuses to open".

"I assure you it's all right. You'll get everything back but it's best if you're not distracted by such things during our program."

"I won't have access to my phone?" He asked incredulously.

"Unless it's urgent. We also have a phone here in the lobby for your use."

When she saw his look she added "and you're always free to quit of course, with a full refund."

"I didn't say... it's just a bit unexpected," He said, backing down a little.

"It's an unconventional program, but I think you'll find it very rewarding." She smiled.

He accepted her explanation and went to his room. It was on the ground floor in a side wing with a few other rooms on a short corridor. It unlocked with the bracelet and within he found a small tastefully furnished but spartan room. There was a queen sized bed, a desk with a chair and a closet but no electronics or amenities, not even an alarm clock. His bags were there but with a note attached "we ask that you leave all your clothes and electronics that are not urgently needed in the basket in the closet. All clothes and amenities will be provided during your stay. -Your devoted host, Miss Fendinsky."

Well, at least he would get to keep the books he brought. He'd just gotten a few pages into one when there was a knock on the door. It was the masseuse, he informed Toby that dinner and introductions would be in an hour.

There was nothing in his closet but a change of the black spandex bodysuit so he took that to be the program's uniform. That turned out to be right when he entered the dining room and saw that everyone was dressed like him apart from their host, who had exchanged the riding outfit for a tight black gown with a high collar. There was the canine from the baths as well as the horse masseuse and three people he hadn't met before, a slinky polecat, a bull, stockier but almost as well defined as the male horse and a voluptuous bear, all of them attractive in their way, especially as their contours were so visible under the spandex. As he looked them over, so did they and Miss Fendinsky handed him a champagne flute and invited him to join them. "You've already met me and Chris, he's my right hand man here. Alexis, Yannis and Zadie are in the advanced course", she said, indicating the mustelid, bull and bear "and your fellow novice is Parisa".

"We've met already," she offered politely.

The dinner was light but very delicious, with a fish main course. Toby sat next to the bear and the polecat. Apparently they came to stay regularly and spoke very highly of their host and he got a feeling there was something more to it than a business relationship. After the dinner the host in question addressed the group.

"Thank you for coming here, some of you not for the first time. But for those of you who are new here I welcome you to our little program. I encourage you to keep an open mind, because it will likely test your limits, both physical and mental. But in a way I hope you'll find rewarding."

She looked at Toby and Parisa. "If successful you'll be inducted into our little family and become proud members, and hopefully regulars, of my Stables. The program will begin early tomorrow so I'd recommend getting a good night's sleep but you're of course free to mingle or take a walk about the premises. I'll see you by the locker room at 8:00 in the morning. Thank you."

She sure stressed the unconventional aspects of the program Toby thought but the others seemed to be happy.

After dinner he mingled a bit but found that the regulars disappeared very quickly, the bear and bull wandered off together and so did the polecat and the masseuse. After a chat with the host she suggested Parisa and he take a look outside. It was dark so they stayed close to the house. There was a large racetrack just behind it as well as stables but no horses that Toby could see, not quadrupedal at least. They talked about their lives but Toby found himself doing most of the talking even though he was quite sure his companion's life was the more interesting of the two. She seemed to travel a lot and said she dabbled in the arts. She expertly and wittily deflected most of his questions and he didn't press.

When they came back in she touched his cheek and said "good night Tobias, see you in the morning." Then she walked to her room and after a short while he did so too, slightly elated at this small gesture.

A few minutes before eight he came down to the locker room with Parisa already there, he greeted her and realized it was unisex. At the stroke of the clock Miss Fendinsky and the masseuse joined them.

"Morning, we'll start with a small checkup and by taking a few measurements and then we'll start drawing up a training program for you. Take off your clothes and follow us." She said, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Toby was going to object but he saw that Parisa had already unzipped her bodysuit and was busy peeling it off. The horses just looked at him as if they were waiting for him to tie his shoelaces before getting going. He gave up and unzipped the suit too. When it was off the others walked out and since they were all ahead of him at least he didn't have to worry about anyone looking at him yet. On the other hand the saluki's rather shapely behind drew his attention.

They were led to the room next to where he'd gotten a massage the day before.

"We're just going to take your measurements, get your weight and blood pressure and so on before we go over to the gym," said their host.

While the madame took care of the saluki the masseuse took his measurements.

He'd once before gone to a tailor but getting a shirt measured didn't require the tailor to go to his knees to take the circumference of his thighs, with his naked crotch at eye level.

"Uh, what's this all for?" he asked.

"We need to make sure all the equipment fits, don't want you to get pinched or put a strain on the wrong body part. Oh, and by the way, maybe you'll want to do this part yourself." The horse handed him the measuring tape

"If you'd please take the circumference at the base of your scrotum and your... uh, length."

"Is that necessary?" the coyote asked.

"'Fraid so, and don't wrap the tape too tight."

Reluctantly he wrapped it around his scrotum, showed the horse the measurements and then took his flaccid length. "I hope you don't want to measure it erect too."

He chuckled and said "nah, I think this is enough for today."

Then he weighed him, took his blood pressure and pinched him for his body fat, which he felt was just as embarrassing in a different way.

Finally they wanted to take their heart rate while running on a treadmill so they brought them to the next room over which turned out to be a small gym. They were handed the heart rate monitor which turned out to be a collar made of supple black leather with a small display in front.

"I find that it works better than a wristband." Miss Fendinsky said.

He nodded skeptically but buckled it in place, as did Parisa. They were made to run side by side, still naked, and his scrotum swinging was quite noticeable enough without the thought of the saluki beside him or Miss Fendinsky watching. But after a while the effort of running pushed away all such concerns and finally she told him to stop.

"I see we'll need to work on your cardio, but that's why you're here after all".

"Yeah, that's right." He managed to say wheezing.

"You can get dressed now but don't take off the monitor. When you've recovered, return here please."

He noticed the saluki was still running as he headed to the locker room. When he'd gotten dressed and taken a few minutes to collect himself she came into the room. Their eyes met briefly and then she went on to do some stretching exercises, paying him no mind. So as not to oogle her too much he went back to the gym where the horses were discussing their program.

"If you're ready we'll head out for some more exercise."

The female horse led him though the spa and into the chamber beside it which seemed to be used for storage, it had the same bare stone walls and arched ceiling with a few chests and crates by the walls and a row of hooks with all sorts of things and implements he didn't see properly hanging from them on one wall. There were steps up to a door that led into the empty stables he and Parisa had walked past last night. And beyond that was the racetrack. It was just a dirt track around an oval fence with a rail on top.

She pointed to a toy rabbit mounted on the rail "this is the lure, I've programmed it to lead you at a pace suited to your current form. I have to see to the other students so I'll leave you with it. Just keep up with it and when it stops completely you can head inside and take a break and I'll find you. And remember to stretch. Chris can show you how if you like, he'll be checking in on you and Parisa."

"Alright", Toby said, a little disappointed she'd be leaving him. Then she pulled out her smartphone and turned on the lure. With that she was off.

The lure had him alternate between a brisk jog and shorter sprints. He'd started lagging a bit behind when Chris the masseuse came by to watch him and he caught up again.

When he passed him he said "giddyup Toby" and laughed.

"Don't disappoint the mistress" he yelled after him jovially.

Just when he thought he couldn't go on the lure stopped completely and he let himself collapse on the fence. Chris came by soon after and showed him a few stretches and then told him to go inside and get something to drink, lightly petting his ass to hurry him along. Toby felt like he should be offended at this unprofessional behaviour but he wasn't really, he almost kind of liked it.

After drinking something with electrolytes and chatting with Chris they were joined by Parisa. With the short rest over Chris took them back to the basement and had them exercise in the gym. Then it was time for lunch where they were joined by Miss Fendinsky and the other guests. They were all very hungry and tired, so there wasn't much talking. Chris then took him and Toby out again for some more jogging. After stretches, showers and a massage by Chris dinner was served but there was no sign of the others. Parisa wasn't very chatty and Toby was exhausted anyway so he soon went to his room.

The next day Chris was the only one to instruct them, giving them separate exercise plans and only checking in on Toby a few times over the day. There was no sign of Miss Fendinsky except for a peculiar scene after lunch when Toby was out running. The bull and the bear came out of the stables hitched to a small cart by a harness, in the cart sat Miss Fendinsky holding their reins. He didn't see it very clearly since they took a wide circle around the course before disappearing behind some trees.

After his program was over he went to the spa to relax and met Parisa. He was no longer shy about sharing the pool with her naked and used the chance to air his frustrations about the program.

"They're just having us run in circles and I barely even see anyone else. I could just as well have gotten some personal trainer back home to give me pointers."

"You see me," she stated matter-of-factly.

And he did, quite a lot of her as she spread her arms and rested her head on the bank of the pool so her breasts just about bobbed up out of the water.

"Uh yeah, I'm glad to have met you at least..." he said, a little apologetic.

She turned around, crossing her arms under her head on the bank, turning her back to him. "I'm so sore after the day, will you give me a massage?" she asked.

"Sure, but isn't Chris the expert?" He moved over to her.

"Chris isn't here, now is he?"

"I guess not. Shoulders and back?"

"Yes, please." As she was stretched out in the pool he had to almost straddle her to get to her shoulders, brushing up against her back, but she didn't seem to mind. He started kneading her muscles, not without some experience even though he was no Chris.

She gave a little moan as the tension left her and told him where to rub next. As he kept on her tail started wagging, brushing up against his sheath. He kept on despite the distraction but his member slowly rose. As she shifted he was sure she felt it but she didn't let on.

"Higher," she said, directing his hands to her middle back.

"Outer," he started kneading the edges softly, feeling her ribs.

"Mmhhh, and forward," he gingerly felt the sides of her breasts and she nodded in approval as he felt them up. He came closer to her, resting against her back as he stroked her nipples to stiffness. She stretched her neck and he nuzzled against it.

Breathlessly she whispered "and lower" as she rose from the pool, resting her palms on the edge. He rose with her, took his right hand off her breast and trailed down her belly towards her crotch, stroking the vulva and reaching all the way to her perineum, now out of the water, before diving in, the labia already slick from more than the water. As he stroked her and reached further in her breath became louder and she started trembling slightly under him. Then he withdrew his hand upward, letting his middle finger brush her clit and she gasped, so he lingered there massaging it gently, still using his left hand to fondle her breasts.

Suddenly she slipped from his grasp, raising herself completely from the pool onto a towel with her behind in the air.

"Mount, boy," she said breathlessly.

And he did.

The natural tiles weren't too slippery, so with his knees on the edge he bent over her again and kept on caressing her nipples and clit while fucking her. As her moans got louder and her arms unsteady he felt himself growing close too and scooted his knees under her, grabbing her in an embrace just as she came, going from doggy style to a sort of crouching reverse cowgirl. With a few more thrusts as she rode out her orgasm he too came.

She slid off him to lie down and panted "that wasn't bad... but you left a big mess".

It took him a while to collect himself and register what she said but when she moved to the pool again, legs wide and dangling in the pool he caught on.

"Want me to clean it up?" He jumped back in.

"Of course." He added enthusiastically.

He licked his own semen off her lips and kept on licking as she grabbed his head, stroked his neck fur and pulled him further in which he took as a sign to nibble at her clit.

After another orgasm they changed places and she returned the favour, slowly licking his dick while teasing his ball sack and perineum before gently engulfing it in her long maw until he was spent for the second time.

When Toby opened his eyes again he was embarrassed to see Chris in the doorway.

"Didn't mean to interrupt but dinner is waiting." He said casually but with a grin.

"We'll be right there." Parisa replied just as casually and shooed him away.

They headed for the showers together and Toby asked, a little concerned: "Was he watching us?" .

"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure he sees this all the time. Probably takes part in it too." She replied.

"Really!"

"Why do you think people come here?" She said, giving him a mischievous grin.

As they helped each other towel off and dressed in fresh black spandex suits he mused on this silently. It made sense, tight clothes, intimacy and a few loyal patrons. Maybe this exercise program was just a thinly veiled sex club.

He listened to the dinner conversation with that in light and while it wasn't very obvious there was nothing to dispel that notion either. They were very familiar and seemed to delight in what might have been innuendos or jokes about their exercise. It also seemed to him the advanced program involved equestrianism of some kind.

After dinner, Chris led the whole group in a Yoga session where Toby felt just how stiff he was after the day, or perhaps just in general.

The horse noticed and offered to give him a massage before sleep. Toby was a little weary of getting naked alone with him after what happened but didn't want to turn it down and figured he really did need one.

A few minutes of massage dispelled all doubts and as he felt himself turn into a puddle beneath the horse's hands he mellowed out and asked the voyeur if he witnessed a lot of sex here, passing it off as a joke.

"Oh sure, we're all friends here. And it's part of a good exercise." He offered.

"We?" Toby asked, a little amused.

"Miss Fendinsky prides herself on the personal service we offer." He said emphatically.

"But I prefer to think of it as a perk of the job."

"Isn't that a little unprofessional?"

"I strive to be as professional as I can." He paused and added lecherously: "unless the guests want something unprofessional".

Toby turned around under the towel "so you'd give me a happy ending?"

"Sure," Chris placed his hands on him again and stroked his chest as if massaging him, moving out to and down his abdomen. He was speechless and couldn't help noticing the horse's chiseled physique under the short sleeve smock and lustrous dark brown coat.

Just as he noticed his towel tenting Chris stopped stroking and said "But you have to earn it."

Before he could figure out if he meant that he ushered Toby off to get dressed and get in bed, stressing how important a good night's sleep was before another day of exercising.

Much like the past two days it was mostly him following an exercise plan with Chris occasionally checking in on him to give him some pointers, with no mention of last night. By the time he was supposed to run the track he was feeling petulant and trotted lazily far behind the lure, which soon circled back around him.

When Chris came by he had obviously noticed that something was wrong "Are you having trouble? Is the program too difficult, or did you hurt yourself?" He asked with concern.

"It's not that it's too difficult, it's that it's too boring. I've hardly seen anyone while I've been training and I certainly haven't experienced Miss Fendinsky's personal service." He said sarcastically.

Chris wasn't pleased "She's busy. There will be group training and you'll see plenty of her later but now you have to get in shape."

"But this is just as boring as going to the gym, which I could have done back home."

"You have to work for your reward Toby, there's no shortcut here. Now take a few more laps and put some effort into it."

"Fine," he said and jogged after the lure again. But before long he slacked off again. He kept to the program but dawdled and only gave his best when he saw Chris coming to check in on him.

After that was done Chris suggested he and Parisa take a walk around the estate, pointing out some picturesque paths. It was a welcome change to have some company even though he was a little worried it might be awkward. But Parisa didn't mention their tryst at all and to the contrary she was if anything more open and talkative. Apparently she was a curator for an art gallery and took part in all sorts of social activities and organizations. She didn't mention anything specific but it all seemed very interesting and he was fascinated but a little out of his depth so he didn't press. The path was just as pleasant as Chris had promised and they stopped a few times to take in the scenery.

After dinner Miss Fendinsky had the whole group do some exercises. She talked about the importance of staying limber, how the boring things were necessary to enjoy the other exercises and Toby felt like she looked at him especially closely while stressing that. That feeling of shame was still outweighed by his desire to be instructed by her. There was something about her that made him want to be near her and in her good graces. He made sure to do the exercises as best he could, in part to atone for his slacking off today.

He went to his bedroom early and masturbated to the fantasy of Miss Fendinsky instructing him how to best please her and Parisa. Chris even made an appearance to help her demonstrate.

While enjoying the afterglow he resolved to stick to the program. He was too far in to back out without finding out what it was really about.