“Oi! Twilly, did you roll your hoof or something?” Asked a pony with short fiery red and orange mane of hair, she was also the only one without a bit in her mouth.
The pony in question, dressed in green and black looked down at her feet, encased from toe to knee in black leather hoof boots. She lifted her right hoof and tapped it on the ground a few times gingerly before looking up at the fiery-haired pony and nodding.
The fiery one let out a sigh, “I figured. Off to the care station with you then, get that ankle iced and sorted. I’m putting you back in hoof training as soon as you’re back on it. That’s the third time you’ve rolled it in a month and I can’t keep risking you breaking a hoof and hoping you’ll just get better.”
The green-clad pony slumped slightly and nodded again.
The fiery one moved over and bent over, looking up and into Twilly’s eyes, “Don’t pout. Do better. I know you’ve got some skill in you, I just think we rushed you through things a bit too quickly. So let’s get your basics sorted and you’ll be back on the field before long. Ok?” She leaned up, pressing her nose against Twilly’s, who smiled around her bit before nodding.
Trotting about the Fiery pony would give Twilly a kick in the backside to encourage her to hurry off and get her ankle looked at in the care station back at the barn.
The fiery pony, also the only one whose hands weren’t bound, reached up, flipping off the transparent blue HUD screen over her eyes and motioning the rest of the group over, “Alright guys, we’re a bit short and it looks like we have a guest. So I’m going to take a small break and you can do 2v2 for now. Carrot, I expect quicker returns when you get the ball. Blue, when you have the ball, work on control. You keep losing it because you can’t keep it between your legs, I know…stallion problems and all that. But focus! Rain, Ephereal, You two just keep up what you’re doing. Your time spent practicing off the clock is really showing!”
Clapping her hands she’d wave the four away who went back to the center to continue their practice. The fiery female reached up, running a hand through her messy sweat-soaked hair before unclipping a water bottle from a special holder on her thigh and taking a long drink as she walked towards the same tunnel that Lily and the Tour guide would have come in. It was only a few moments after Lily watched the woman disappear that the sound of her tough-soled pony boots coming up the stairs could be heard.
Lily watched her tour guide get up and hurry over, burying her face into the neck of the fiery pony in question who let out a chuckle and smiled.
“Well hello there Lemondrop! Gosh, it’s been a hot minute hasn’t it?” She asked, wrapping her arms around the tour guide, Lemondrop, and giving her a tight hug.
Lily realized that until now she’d not even bothered asking the woman’s name. It wasn’t often she let herself slip and be quite THAT rude. She reached up, tousling her hair a little bit.
“Too long Ember! Gosh. Two years now isn’t it?”
Ember grinned and patted Lemondrop on the head, “Something like that. I’d heard you were giving tours at the Haysonian? What brings you back here? And as a tour guide no less?”
Lemondrop shrugged a little, “Honestly? I missed the place. The Haysonian paid more but wasn’t nearly as fulfilling. Y’know?”
Ember nodded, “As someone who has chosen to remain and become a trainer here for that exact reason, I get it.” Ember crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the railing, “So who is the fresh piece of meat you’ve brought me?” She asked, her eyes giving Lily a very thorough scan from top-to-bottom making the brunette feel slightly uncomfortable. Funny to think the most uncomfortable one was fully clothed while the confident and Fiery ember had barely any material covering her except the racer-style pony boots, and the barely-existing bikini bottom covering her ‘bits’. The rest of her was nearly bare. She wore red and orange gloves that came up to her elbows with her full breasts hanging out for all to see. Although with the intricate brand-work it didn’t feel like she wasn’t covered. She had tribal-like racing stripes emblazoned on her body in different places giving her a very sporty look. The marks weren’t actually brands so much as a modern breakthrough in temporary tattoos that could be done in an infinite number of designs and colors. Ponies often used it to create a unique appearance much like Ember.
Besides the design, she also had a number 7 emblazoned in a slightly glittery orange just above her left breast and a small and curious yellow tag hanging from her right ear. A tag that Lily had noticed almost every pony was wearing.
“That my dear Ember, Is Lily! She’s my first tour after coming back to the school. She’s on the hunt for extracurriculars to add to her attendance list. You’ve got the pleasure of being her last club tour of the day.”
Ember pushed off the railing, sparing a glance at the ponies down below for a moment and letting a grin slip across her lips. She planted her hooves in an almost overly confident way and crossed her arms again.
“Say, Lily, You ever played polo before?” Ember asked suddenly.
“Can’t say I have. Don’t keep up much with sports.” Lily said with a small, even shy, shrug.
“Want to try it?”
“I uhm…wouldn’t want to interfere with your practice or anything.”
“Ember…Take it easy on her…” Lemondrop said softly.
Ember seemed to disregard Lemondrop’s words and stretched, “Nonsense, you wouldn’t be interfering. C’mon, you can come kick the ball around with us for a few minutes. No way to tell if you’ll like a club without trying it right?”
Lily looked between Ember and Lemondrop, the latter offering her a bit of a helpless look.
“I’ll pass. I’m hardly dressed for the part and I’m just touring today.”
Ember grinned, “Nonsense. Tack is only part of the equation. One becomes a pony in here first…” She poked Lily’s forehead with a red-painted fingernail, “…Long before they ever dress the part. C’mon newbie. Get your ass onto the field. Let’s see if you’ve got the legs for it. No time like the present!” And without taking any sort of protest or argument, she took Lily by the hand, tugging her along towards the stairs and towards the center of the field where the other ponies stopped and tilted their heads curiously.
Lemondrop couldn’t help but sigh, walking over to lean on the rail and watch.
“Personal space never was Ember’s strong suit…” She mumbled.
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