Before her knelt two "ponies"—not equines, but men transformed. Their backs were bare, their faces obscured by polished leather hoods with articulated bit mouthpieces. On their hands and knees, they wore custom-molded hooves over their boots, and their bodies shone with a light sheen of sweat and conditioning oil.
"Good ponies," she murmured. "To the stable. Oak will see to your rubdown and water. Tonight, we ride under the full moon." Owk Mistress Riding Pony Boys
"Trot," she said, not loudly. The command was a low, calm blade. Before her knelt two "ponies"—not equines, but men