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Ethan stood anxiously beside his mother while the older doctor went over herclipboard with the younger doctor. The younger doctor or whatever she was wasn'tmore than a year or two older than Ethan's eighteen years. Ethan was a strappingyoung male. At two meters tall, he was a head taller than any of the womenin the room and topping a hundred kilos likely weighed more than any two ofthem together. His large, muscular frame didn't carry an ounce of fat. Thoughhe may have towered physically over everyone else in the room, he certainlydidn't feel very dominant over anyone. He wanted this so desperately and forso long. Now he was so close.
His mother looked at him and smiled warmly. She had waited so long for thisday and wasn't very good at hiding her apprehension. She had chosen her spermdonor carefully. She had carried his pregnancy, under her heart as they say,and given birth to this marvelous specimen of manhood. Her fingers were crossedtightly for luck. Involuntarily, her hands tapped fretfully on her thighs.This was her son's big chance. This was her big chance. She had always beena fan. She had envied those tiny jockeys so. Her home was arrayed with racingparaphernalia. She had encouraged Ethan for as long as he could walk. Maybeshe had encouraged him before he could walk when she got him his first Ponyhaircut. Most who applied never even got this far. Whether chosen or not, shewas so proud of him.
The air was cold on Ethan's bare skin. Some of the tests had been rather strenuous,even for a healthy young man in Ethan's excellent condition. Standing in aroom now with fully dressed women, he felt odd wearing only his skivvies. Onceupon a time, Ethan had learned, an ordinary-sized man might intimidate a dozenadult women simply by threatening to expose his male parts. Ethan thought himselfvery unlikely to overawe anyone, despite his unique size and strength. He wantedso desperately to be chosen.
?Great,? said Dr. Ponsonby, the older doctor, tapping her knuckles solidlyon the clipboard. ?This wonderful letter from your friend Beth is very compelling.?
Beth had been Ethan's jockey for his two years in the saddle division of theracing program at Cady-Stanton High.
?Ethan, please come with me,? the doctor continued. She gestured for Ms. Everest,Ethan's mother, to remain behind.
Ethan entered the small examination room. The only furniture was a bare examiningtable. The neatly framed picture on the wall showed the photo finish of famousArlington Stakes, saddle division, from two years past. Ethan had watched therace on TV himself. No one remembered the names of the jockeys, but everyoneknew that Hailey's Comet had beaten Wind Song by a nose. Hailey's Comet representedRothesay Stables and Wind Song represented Highgate Stables, whose rivalrywent back for decades. Everyone said that Hailey's Comet was getting old. WindSong won the following year after Comet retired. Ethan himself was fully largeenough for the saddle division and still growing. He would be proud to wearthe colors of either stable.
?Ethan?? said Dr. Ponsonby, when the younger doctor entered and closed thedoor, ?you'll have to remove your shorts.?
Ethan's face twisted into a wry grin. He blushed and wearing only his skivvies,the blush colored his entire body.
?Ethan, don't be embarrassed,? said the younger doctor. ?I've worked on aranch and on a ranch, none of the Ponies wear any clothes. All the Ponies whoran at Arlington, ran naked. Their bodies were decorated in stable colors?
She was right, of course. In his high school meets, Ethan had always wornshorts. Now things would be different. If he were somehow accepted at the BarNone Ranch, he would receive the best Pony training in the world but he wouldhave to follow the rules. If he did well, he might be accepted at one of thestables after a couple of years, maybe even Highgate or Rothesay Stables. Hepeeled off his shorts and stepped out of them awkwardly.
?Turn and face me,? the young doctor said.
Ethan turned to face her and saw the nametag on her white coat, ?Hannah Olivera,assistant trainer,? not ?doctor.?
She approached him then stopped abruptly as if intimidated by his size inthe small examining room. She smiled wryly at her edginess. ?Okay, big fellow,put your hands on your head ? and just keep them there.? She quickly regainedher usual authority.
Ethan complied. Hannah pulled on an examination glove and Ethan knew whatwas coming. He tried staring at the ceiling and then tried to calm his growinganxiety by closing his eyes. He couldn't see Hannah, but her perfume filledhis head. Her thick, soft dark hair brushed across his belly, just before shetook his penis in her hand. Ethan needed all of his willpower not to pull away.
?Not clipped and not a problem,? Hannah noted. Ponies were always circumcisedin the stable in order to facilitate good hygiene. She cupped his scrotum gently,then examined each testicle. ?Cough?
Ethan coughed.
?Again. Okay, no hernia. Now turn around and put your hands on the table.?
Ethan complied. He heard what sounded like a rude noise. Hannah placed thethree-quarters empty tube of lubricant on the table. Next, Ethan felt her barewarm hand on his bare ass. He turned a bit and saw the darker complexion ofher hand against his paler skin. He looked away and then he felt somethingvery cold.
?Just try to relax,? Hannah said.
How could a guy relax, when he had a chance to be accepted at the Bar NoneRanch and his whole future lay gleaming before him.
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