I was inspired by   JhonnyRebel 's piece "Ponygirls", and ended up writing a short story (now a novel!) on the topic. I've broken it up into short chapters (about 4400-6000 words), and will post more here as they are finished.
I still have a pool of ideas and scenes that I want to work through. That said, if you haven't seen my Journal on the Subject yet, go check that out. I'm looking for some more ideas, to see what sort of things you want to see in this story, what you like so far, any characters you want to see more of, background details you're curious about, all that sort of thing.

This story features a pair of bondage-loving anthro racehorses getting picked up on the side of the road by a generous stranger, and goes from there.
In this chapter, we get to see a bit more of the city where Sierra lives, and also one of the biotech-human partnership agencies that makes sure everything stays legal and nobody gets hurt.

Credit to   JhonnyRebel for the original image, which I used for the preview with a bit of cropping to make it square. Definitely go see the original Ponygirls piece! https://www.furaffinity.net/view/26041079/

Pasting the story below, with formatting, in case the doc is giving people problems or they just don't want to download it.

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“Master, aren’t you going to join us?” Azimuth asked. She and Lorianne were next to the air mattresses Sierra had ordered for them, both of which were set up side by side on the floor, with a few spare blankets thrown over top.
Sierra blinked, partway through unfolding his own bed from the wall. It was sized for humans, no more than two. It wasn’t at all big enough to share with two anthro horses. “Did you want me to? I was going to give you the opportunity and space to get your chastity belts off, you were so excited about the prospect earlier.”
“We—decided to wait,” Lorianne said, fidgeting a little where she knelt on the floor. “Hard as that is.”
“We wanted you to be the one to take those off,” Azimuth explained. “So—tomorrow, after everything’s legal, Master gets first access to his mares.” She quivered a little, thighs clenching down on the belt between her legs for a moment before she relaxed and looked up at him, hopeful. “So, are you going to join us, Master? Please? There’s room!” She said, patting the air mattress.
“You don’t have to!” Lorianne added. “I’m sure your bed is a lot more comfortable, you don’t have to squeeze in with…” She trailed off as Sierra folded his bed back up against the wall.
“Well, if you both want me to join you,” Sierra said, coming over and petting both horses. “How could I refuse my good girls?” He asked, smiling at them both. “I might change my mind if I get too warm in the middle of the night—you two put out a lot of heat, especially when I’m in between you.”
“Sorry Master! Can’t help being hot,” Azimuth said, and giggled a little.
“No, I suppose you can’t—in either sense,” Sierra said, and then yawned. “Uaaah. Okay, time for bed. And if you two are awake before me, feel free to get up and move around the apartment. I don’t have much salad stuff in my fridge, but you’re welcome to eat what I do have. You can also use the computer—have it read you those documents explaining rights and stuff, or ask questions about whatever you…” He yawned again. “…whatever you want to know.” He pulled his shirt off over his head, and settled down under the blankets.
“Why’d you take your shirt off?” Lorianne asked, sniffing at it. “You wore it when we were camping, so…why not now?”
“It’s a lot colder when camping outside,” Sierra replied. “So, to hopefully ensure that I don’t roast here where it’s warm, shirt’s off. You two can take off your dresses, if you want to.”
“Okay,” Lorianne nodded. She and Azimuth both stripped off their dresses, folded them, then snuggled up next to Sierra, rubbing their soft furred bodies against him. “Mmm…”
“I love you both,” Sierra said. “House, lights sunset to off. Temperature down five degrees.”
“Confirmed,” the apartment replied. The lighting dimmed to reds, pinks, and oranges, then faded to a dark midnight blue and finally off, simulating a sunset at high speed. “Goodnight, Agents. Your next mission begins at 0845, so be sure and get plenty of rest.”
The computer voice went silent, and soon the only sounds in the apartment were those of peaceful breathing and the occasional nickering snore.

Morning dawned to the soft sound of equine voices. Sierra blinked awake and looked around the apartment. Both horses were up and seated at the window, wearing only their underwear and halters as they talked to the house computer. The window display was covered with a wide array of pictures, graphs, and other visual data from articles the twins were listening to.
“Good morning—looks like you’ve gotten the hang of talking to the computer,” Sierra said, sitting up and pulling his shirt on. “What all are you looking up?”
“Good morning, Master Sierra!” Both horses chorused, beaming at him. “We were looking up—a little of everything,” Azimuth added. “Hope you don’t mind?” She asked, posing for him and putting on her best adorable pony eyes and batting her eyelashes.
“I wouldn’t have given you computer access if I didn’t expect you to use it, and it’s great to see you sating your curiosity,” Sierra said, rolling out of bed and moving over to the apartment’s kitchenette for breakfast. “So, what sort of everything did you get into?”
“House, uh, can you summarize everything we’ve asked you about, for Master Sierra?” Lorianne said.
“Certainly,” the apartment said, raising its voice. “Agents Azimuth and Lorianne have inquired regarding voice controls, the orbital rings, space travel, rights of all persons, the Universal Declaration of Personhood, history of bioengineering, history of biotech and computer artificial intelligences, and are currently exploring city design and basic economics. Would you like a full summary on your pad?”
“No, thank you,” Sierra said, sliding two pieces of bread into the infrared oven on the counter. “Sounds like a productive morning, you two! How about breakfast—are you hungry?”
“A little bit, Master,” Lorianne said.
“We already cleaned out your fridge of salad,” Azimuth said, a touch apologetic but mostly stating the facts.
“That’s fine, I pretty much expected that,” Sierra said. “We’ll pick up some more salad for you up on 75, or I guess we could go all the way down to 05, on our way out for the day. Maybe oatmeal and fruit salad instead? Depends on what you want to eat.” The oven dinged, and its infrared heaters turned off. Sierra slid out the tray and retrieved his toast, smearing one slice with butter and the other peanut butter and jelly. “Hey girls, if you aren’t too busy with the computer, come on over here for a treat,” he said, breaking the PB&J toast into three pieces.
“Oh Master, we couldn’t…” Lorianne started, and then squeaked as her twin got up on all fours and went over to Sierra, sniffing at the air and the smells of toast on the way. “Azimuuuuuth!”
“What? If Master calls us over, I’m gonna come—especially for a treat!” Azimuth said, glancing over her shoulder at Lorianne. “You sure you want to share, Master? It is your breakfast, after all,” Azimuth said, turning back to face him.
“I’ll get more later,” Sierra replied, holding out the piece of toast to her in his open palm. “And besides—I like giving treats to my good girls. You know who that means…”
“Us!” Azimuth beamed, and nuzzled into his hand, scooping up the toast with her lips. She squeaked and almost choked at the taste, eyes going very wide.
“Careful! Clear your airway!” Sierra said, patting Azimuth on the back to help her dislodge the errant crumbs from her throat. “Are you okay? You can spit that out if you don’t like it, I didn’t realize…”
He was interrupted by Azimuth shaking her head. She swallowed, then coughed until she could catch her breath. “That was delicious! It surprised me, and then I choked a little.” She coughed again, and then licked her lips and nose where she had managed to smear a dab of peanut butter. “Mmmm, what is that stuff?”
“Peanut butter and jelly,” Sierra said, chuckling in relief that Azimuth was okay, and petting the back of her neck. “On toast. But it’s the peanut butter that got on your nose.” He looked up as Lorianne walked over, also on four. Smiling, he retrieved the second piece of toast that he had broken off, and held it out. “Careful. Don’t choke yourself,” he advised. She nodded and, a little shy, took the offered morsel the same as Azimuth had.
“Mmmm…oh wow, thank you Master…” Lorianne mumbled, eyes rolling back in bliss for a moment.
“Of course,” he said, running his hands along both horses’ backs and hindquarters, patting them affectionately. He took the opportunity to hook on reins and lead them around the apartment in their underwear, to great enjoyment of all three. With that done, he unhooked their reins, had them get dressed, and took them down to the shopping level on 05 for more food. Well fed, the group went out onto pedestrian streets and walked a few miles to meet with the legal counsel. The building was a multi-office stack, where a number of different agencies and organizations had carved out a little space for themselves. The entry hall had a number of hallways and elevator corridors branching off in all directions, along with a reception desk and a collection of informational displays and holos floating around.
Sierra walked up to the desk without preamble. “Sierra Highwind, as well as Azimuth and Lorianne—we had an appointment regarding biotech-human partnership.”
The robot at the desk nodded, printing out a set of guest passes for the trio, each with a name and ID code for their visit. “The arbitrator and counselors will be ready for you in a few minutes—my compliments on your punctual arrival,” the robot said. “Is there anything else you need?”
“I’m all set—what about you two?” Sierra said, glancing back at the horses. Both were dressed in shorts and shirts, Lorianne’s patterned with yellow flowers, Azimuth’s with ocean waves.
“Fine, Mas—Sierra,” Azimuth said. Lorianne just nodded, both of them fidgeting and nervous. They followed him to the elevators, wordless, barely even looking around at the surroundings.
“What’s up?” Sierra asked, as they boarded the elevator and began their ascent. “Hey, relax, the folks at the partnership agency are really nice. They’ll make sure you know your rights, and who to contact if I ever mistreat you.”
“Master—what if they decide that you, that you’re too mean?” Azimuth asked. “I know they couldn’t, you’re wonderful! But, but if Lorianne or I say the wrong thing, or they think that you manipulated our minds, or, or…!” She trailed off, trembling, ears laid back. “What if they take us away from you?!” She almost wailed.
“Calm down, Azzy,” Sierra soothed, clasping as much of her enormous hand as he could get both of his around. “It will be okay, really. They’ll run all three of us through the gauntlet, asking questions over and over to make sure our answers are consistent. But it will be okay—you two like me, and I’ve done everything I can to treat you right. I don’t think there’s any legal case to be made for separating us.”
“Should we—have our halters off?” Lorianne asked, though she looked queasy at the thought of taking hers off.
“If you want to take them off, you may. If you want to wear them, wear them,” Sierra replied. “This is our floor.”
The doors slid open into a small waiting area, from which more rooms branched off. Sierra took a seat, indicating for the girls to make themselves comfortable as well. Just a few moments after settling down on the couches, both twins perked their ears at the sound of hoofbeats on the flooring. A few moments later, a robot wheeled out of one of the hallways, alongside a well-dressed mare with display panels and electronics worked into her clothes. She stood a little shorter than the twins, about seven and a half feet tall, and her fur was mostly white around the torso, sprinkled with blue-gray along her arms and legs, so her hands and fetlocks were almost completely covered. Her mane and tail were almost uniformly blue-gray save for a few white streaks. “Good morning. I’m Lyndsey Aeara, your counselor for today—Azimuth and Lorianne, right?”
“That’s us,” Azimuth said, blinking in surprise and shaking Lyndsey’s offered hand. “We, um,
we didn’t realize you’d be…we were expecting a human, or maybe a robot…” She stammered out.
Lyndsey nickered in amusement. “Who better to understand you than your own kind? That said, if you’d be more comfortable with someone else—robot, human, whatever—just let me know and we’ll try to arrange it for you, okay?”
“Okay,” the twins nodded, still awestruck. Lyndsey radiated calm confidence, so strong that the air around her felt electric, the first time either of the twins had ever seen anything like that from a horse. “You’ll—you’ll be fine?” Lorianne said, shuffling her hooves.
“Kay, as long as you’re sure,” Lyndsey nodded. “I’m gonna have a talk with you two, while my robo-buddy here talks with Sahara—‘scuse me, Sierra.” She nodded to him, and then turned her attention back to the twins. “Once we’re sure that you’re comfortable with him, and I’ve run you through the classwork, we get the whole group together again and talk this out. Sierra, you’re in room seven, down the hall, please and thanks.”
He nodded, rolling to his feet. “Will do. Thanks for meeting with us, Miss Aeara.” He shook her hand. “Have a good talk, you three. See you when it’s time,” he said, and followed the robot down the hall Lyndsey had indicated.
“Okay. You two are in room three, with me,” Lyndsey said, smiling at the twins. “Unless you need a second to pull yourselves together, after seeing a horse bossing around a human?” She added with a wink.
Azimuth and Lorianne both closed their mouths with an audible clup, and, still stunned, followed Lyndsey to her office. The space was arranged for equine comfort—the furnishings were all scaled up from human size. There were two couches that took up much of the room, couches in which someone up to nine feet tall could sit or lounge in comfort; there was even a gap between the seat and back of the couches to fit a tail.
“Pheeeewf,” Lyndsey said, slumping down into her office chair and turning on the desktop holo terminal. “I swear, I’m a nice person—I just wanted to show off what being a free, strong-willed horse might look like.” She whuffled and tossed her head a little, shaking her mane out of its smooth combed state.
“It—doesn’t look like us,” Lorianne managed.
“I gathered,” Lyndsey said, and composed her face to show gentle sympathy and understanding. “Hey—you two don’t have to be afraid. Not of me, not of Sierra, not of anybody. I’m not here to kill your fun, or break off a partnership you’re happy with, or anything like that. I’m here to make sure you’re not being taken advantage of, or abused, and that you find a healthy, stable relationship—that wasn’t a pun, honest.”
Azimuth snickered a little and relaxed; Lorianne blinked at the accidental pun, unsure if it was funny or not. The two of them slowly settled down onto the couches across from Lyndsey as she continued:
“Clearing the air a little more, I’m not bothered if you want to call Sierra ‘master’, or wear a bridle for him, whatever. I’ve seen a lot of good partnerships that way, including a friend of mine who’s a pet to someone else. I’m not the submissive type myself, but I know plenty of people who are and that’s fine.” Lyndsey drew a breath, face tightening. “I’ve also seen sickos try to abuse biotech folks whose genes had just a little too much natural submissive, or try and force obedience from someone who didn’t want to submit. I’ve seen people hurt, bad, physically and emotionally. That is what I’m here to prevent.”
“Sierra’s been nothing but nice to us!” Azimuth said, sitting up a little straighter. “He found us, and he took us in, and he, he’s been our master because we asked him to!”
Lyndsey nodded. “I’m not accusing him of anything. I’m gonna ask you some questions, just to get a better sense of the picture, okay? We’ll go over where you two come from, how you met Sierra, and what you know about your rights and legal protections.”
“We studied a bit of that this morning,” Lorianne said. “It was a little hard to go through all the articles—we had to have Sierra’s computer read them to us.”
“He hasn’t taught us to read yet. But we learned about biotech rights, and the Universal Declaration of Personhood, and…” Azimuth started.
“Hey—that’s really good!” Lyndsey said, gently holding up a hand. “I’ve got a list of specific questions for you, though—have to make sure you weren’t coached about what to say.” She blew out a huff of air and rolled her eyes. “I know, I know, you’re both hooves over head for Sierra, you’ve got the submissive genes, he said ‘good girls’ and you loved him. I get it. But I have to run through the official script anyway, and drag you both along. Bear with me, okay?”
“Okay,” the twins nodded. “Ask away,” Azimuth added.
Lyndsey worked through questions about the facility, about how the meeting with Sierra had come about, about what he had done with the twins since then. She repeated similar questions a few times, never in the same order and switching topics around. She listened and observed the twins as they answered, making note of their body language and other small tells. After half an hour, she stopped for a snack break, sharing a bit of water and a small meal with the twins. The questioning continued, moving on more to topics of person rights, and what Azimuth and Lorianne knew in that regard.
“We always thought of ourselves as pets,” Lorianne said. “It’s just how we were raised and trained—not allowed to have opinions, or disobey, or think for ourselves.”
“Sierra’s taught us all we know about how to live as people—he’s the first one that thought of us that way, ever,” Azimuth put in. “It’s—we’re still getting used to the idea.”
Lyndsey nodded. “Has he taught you anything about how to be independent, and live on your own?”
“Well, when we were camping, he taught us how to use the water filter, call for help, make a comfortable bed, that kind of thing,” Azimuth said. “What we needed to know while camping.”
“And he showed us how to use his computer, and he was delighted when we looked up aid agencies, the money system, and that kind of thing on our own,” Lorianne said. “He—didn’t teach us a lot of that stuff, we found it on our own and he said that was a good thing.”
Lyndsey nodded, tapping out a few notes on her desk. “Okay. That’s pretty much all the questions that I have. Anything else that you two want to say, or that you think I’ve missed?”
“Um…” The twins glanced at each other, silently conferring for a moment. Azimuth cleared her throat. “Well—Sierra was really disturbed when he found out…we were mind controlled, at the facility. They hypnotized us, daily. We don’t know what all they did to us that way.”
Lyndsey’s collected demeanor broke, just for a moment. She looked like she was choking. “The facility bastards did what to you?!” She cried out, hands smacking down on her desk hard enough to make several of the decorative items jump up into the air and clatter back down.
“I knew we shouldn’t have told her!” Lorianne yelped.
“No, you absolutely should have!” Lyndsey said, her nostrils flaring. “That’s going in the police report! You—do you know if the facility mind controlled anyone else?”
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the pets—most, at least!” Azimuth squeaked out. “They’d put us into a trance, at least once a day! Sometimes we’d just blank out for a while, sometimes we’d come out of it with really bad headaches! We thought it was normal, they never told us what they were doing or why, we never questioned it! We weren’t allowed to!”
“And you told Sierra about this? About how to put you in a trance?” Lyndsey’s whole body shook.
“He didn’t do that to us! He looked horrified at the idea!” Lorianne said.
“And he said he’d help us find some help to fix whatever the facility did in our minds!” Azimuth said. “Don’t be mad at him!”
“I’m not—mad at him,” Lyndsey said, forcing herself back under control, as much as she could anyway. “But if I ever find the people who seized control of your minds like that, I will be very tempted to kill them on the spot, rather than turn them over to the courts. All persons have the right to continuity of self—personality and memories are sacred, tampering with them is viewed in the same light as murder. Doing it to anyone incapable of giving consent is on par with child murder, and rape, at the same time, one count per mind altering. Do you understand that? Anyone who touched your brains even once would serve a life sentence in prison, if they were lucky. You’re telling me that the facility monsters did that to everyone there, once a day? For years on end?”
Petrified, Azimuth and Lorianne nodded.
“Good God, the legal system doesn’t have punishments anything like adequate for that,” Lyndsey said, slumping back into her chair and massaging the bridge of her muzzle. “But heaven help me, I hope the courts come up with something to make those unspeakable evil bastards pay for everything they did.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, repeating this twice. “Okay. I’m going to ask you a few more questions, and I want you to only answer with the minimum possible. Don’t tell me how to put you in a trance, don’t elaborate, just—yes or no. Okay?”
The twins tapped their right hooves once, without thinking about it, still looking alarmed. “Okay,” Azimuth said.
“Can you be put into a trance using any means a human could produce without aid?” Lyndsey asked, putting her hands on the keyboard of her holo terminal.
“No, well…” The twins glanced at each other again. “Maybe?” Azimuth said.
“Sorry! We know you said not to say anything but yes or no!” Lorianne apologized. “It’s just that…”
“You don’t know for sure?” Lyndsey interrupted gently. “That’s okay. The point is that you don’t tell me how you might be put into a trance. I don’t want that on the official record, anywhere, I don’t want to know, so that there’s no possible way that anybody reviewing this case could ever use that information against you. I don’t think that any of them would, I just want to put that extra layer of security in there.”
“Oh. Um, okay.”
“So you aren’t sure if there’s a phrase, gesture, or other action that would put you into a trance or suggestible state,” Lyndsey said. “Is that correct?”
“Yes,” the twins said, stomping their right hooves.
“When you’re put in a trance, is it usually done via a device or artificial implement?”
Another simultaneous stomp. “Yes.”
“Does Sierra have such a device or implement?”
Both horses clamped their mouths shut, but couldn’t stop the telltale twitch of their right legs, and looked down at the treasonous limbs and back up at Lyndsey, afraid.
“Answer verbally please,” Lyndsey said, voice soothing. “Does Sierra have way to put you in a trance?”
“Y…Yes.”
“Is it with him, right now?”
Lorianne shook her head no, while Azimuth gave a tiny nod and whispered “yes”.
“What?!” Lorianne whirled on her twin. “But he left it back at the…”
“He grabbed them. It. The—the device. Tucked it into his pack,” Azimuth said, curling into a little ball. “I don’t know why, I, I just saw him put them, it, that, in…” She hiccuped and buried her head in her hands.
Lyndsey stepped out from behind her desk and touched a hand to Azimuth’s shoulder. “Hey. It’s okay. We’re going to take the device, or devices, away from him to make sure he can’t use it on you. He’s not in trouble, neither are you, but we can’t let him keep a mind-control device.”
“Okay…” Azimuth nodded, still holding herself curled up as small as she could.
“This isn’t at all the note that I wanted to end on, I’m sorry,” Lyndsey said, looking at both twins in sympathy. “Okay—there’s only one more thing before we talk this partnership out with you and Sierra together, and that’s a quick medical scan to make sure that you’re both in good health and aren’t hiding any bruises or injuries from us. It won’t hurt, I promise. When you’re ready, I’ll show you the way to the medical room.”
Azimuth shuddered and stood up, leaning on her twin a little. “R-ready.”

Sierra had finished the questionnaire long before the girls did, and was working on his datapad when the robot wheeled into the waiting room.
“Mr. Highwind? Azimuth and Lorianne are fine, but their medical scan turned up something unusual,” the robot explained. “Did you know they have bioaugments that are just below military spec?”
“News to me,” Sierra said, blinking in surprise. “What does that mean? Am I going to have to get them a concealed carry permit or something?”
“Technically no. We recommend a series of self-defense and mental discipline courses geared towards augmented individuals, so they can control the augments under stress.”
“How augmented are we talking?”
“A full report is available on your pad. In summary, their solid structure is approximately 45% nanomaterial composites; they have enhanced strength, stamina, metabolism, reflexes, durability, and sensory nerve function. Their sweat contains active nanomachines. Their eyes have a two-way laser data interface, estimated maximum range 50 feet; this connects to an…unusual brain augment.”
“They said that they were regularly mind controlled at the facility—Sounds like that’s how,” Sierra said. “They also mentioned they can communicate with each other through eye contact. I’m guessing that’s the laser?”
“Lasers, plural—one infrared, two ultraviolet, per eye. But yes, they can use them. Do you know if the interface can be secured against tampering?”
“I don’t know anything about it. Maybe glasses or contacts that block those laser spectra?”
“Hmm. Not very secure,” the robot pondered. “And it would block communication as well. We’ll fabricate a few pairs for them, and examine other options.”
“Thank you,” Sierra said. “Can I see the twins now, or are they still…?” He was interrupted by the sound of approaching hooves, and then a moment later Azimuth and Lorianne ran to embrace him.
“Master!” They cried in delight, unable to hold back any longer.
“Oof! Hello to you both!” Sierra chuckled, hugging their necks and then gently pushing them back so he could breathe. “Everything alright?”
“Better now!” Azimuth replied, nuzzling him and breathing great gulps of his scent. Lorianne took more relaxed breaths, deep and slow.
“After reviewing the case, I don’t see any reason to intervene,” Lyndsey said, smiling. “So, I can’t make any binding agreements—go to someone else if you want a wedding—but I can officiate this as a legal human-biotech partnership. Do you three, as individuals with your own rights and will, able to give legal consent, still want to be together?”
“Yes!” Sierra and the twins said together, with the twins adding a reflexive hoof-stomp that almost toppled all three members of their group hug over.
“And Sierra, you agree to take care of Azimuth and Lorianne, to ensure they learn how to be independent, and to respect them as your equals even if they choose to act submissive or subordinate to you?”
He nodded. “I agree to all the above.”
“Azimuth, Lorianne, do you agree to have Sierra as your caretaker, and also to communicate with him as equals, to speak up for your own rights, comfort, and needs, and be willing to tell him ‘no’ even if he chooses to act dominant over you?”
“I do,” Azimuth said, at roughly the same time as Lorianne said “We will.”
“Alright then,” Lyndsey nodded, holding out a datapad and signing something on the screen with both her iris pattern and scrawled signature. “Sign this with a mark and your biometrics, and you’re all set and official. We’ll have someone from the agency check in with you three every now and then, just to make sure everything’s okay. You can also contact us at any time, and we’ll help you out with questions or problems. That’s not just an emergency thing—please, call before small problems or questions turn into emergencies.”
“We will,” Sierra nodded, signing and looking into the camera of Lyndsey’s datapad for a moment. “Azzy? Lori? Who’s first?” He asked, holding the pad out to them.
“Um—what do I mark it with?” Azimuth asked, looking bewildered at the signature box.
“Whatever you want—if you can’t read or write your name, you can just make a scribble or two crossed lines to indicate your agreement,” Lyndsey explained, gesturing to show what she meant. “There, that’s just fine.”
Azimuth passed the pad to Lorianne, who also signed with a scribble and her eye pattern.
“Okay! You’re all set! See you!” Lyndsey said, taking the pad back.
“Hey girls—I got something for you,” Sierra said, and held out a small set of tags designed to clip onto the cheekpieces of the girls’ bridles. “Personalized tags, with your name and my contact info, to really mark you as mine. If you want them of course…”
Both horses squealed in delight, bending down and offering their heads to him so he could fasten the tags in place.
“Heh, okay—good girls. I love you.”

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