Running Free

Lucky Lizzy awoke with a startle, jumping up a bit and immediately groaning out loud as her stiff legs protested movement. She tried to sit up, her abdominal muscles similarly screeching against the effort until she managed to roll over in bed.

Just to tumble off the short cot and splat onto the concrete floor of her pony pen directly on her bare chest, stomach, crumpled arms, booted legs, and un-bitted face. She yelped and startled again when she realized she was not in her bed at home nor even at her old college dorm, where her nightmares usually ended. Instead, her tired arms managed to slip underneath her and push herself up a bit, getting to her knees as the events of the last day raced through her mind.

Lizzy, formerly known as Elizabeth to just about everyone around here, had been driven out here by her cousin, had her pussy shaved, got spanked, got dressed in these heavy rubber boots and leather ponygirl tack. The new ponygirl reached back to rub her buttocks which were still sore from having had her ass penetrated by the J-hook ponytail for most of the day. She recalled being made to romp around the ranch and even being "abducted" by the ranch owner to march around in circles having her ass whipped by a riding crop until she collapsed, just to be brought back to this stall by her trainer, her very same cousin, and made a proper mess before being fed more of that bland pony feed before being put down to sleep on that canvas cot still strapped up in those sturdy ponyboots.

And as she sat there on her hands and knees, panting softly as she tried to get tired muscles to move, Lizzy could feel her arousal building inside at the mere thought of the humiliation of her situation. She was still nude and still a mare. It hadn't been a dream after all. Even though she kept thinking she might wake up, the sturdy walls and tough leather boots didn't fade away and as she crawled to the interior wall and forced herself up, it remained stubbornly real.

Lizzy leaned against the handrail underneath the "window" of her stall as she panted quietly, pressing her buttocks against the wooden stall wall as she rubbed feeling back into her thighs and looked around quietly, a bit afraid to make more noise than the soft whimpers and moans that escaped her lips from her massaging rubbing. She wasn't even sure what time it was. She tried to peek out of the barred window of her stall and look around. It was dark but there was a few lights near the door to the stable, off to her right and all the way down the lane. Her eyes struggled to see in the dark, but it definitely seemed like she wasn't alone in here.

From elsewhere in the dark stable, where she'd had lunch with other mares the day before, Lizzy could hear some soft whimpers or even moans from somewhere in the dark, soft clips and clops suggested other ponies were in here, doing... something? She wasn't sure why any one else would be standing, but then she figured she was standing and trying to look around, so who was she to judge. Lizzy's investigation led her to slowly stagger over to the wall to her right, peeking through more of the vertical metal bars dividing her from the neighboring stall. The extremely dim lights could only let her make out that there was another pale-skinned pony napping in there, but she wasn't laying down like Lizzy had been. Instead, the pony was standing and seemingly asleep while "sitting" on some sort of cantilever arm extending from one wall, letting her rest on it like an unusual wooden horse. Lizzy might be an inexperienced mare, but she'd spent enough time on the internet to know what some bondage furniture was like. It sure didn't look like a comfortable way to sleep though...

A sudden, loud clack and metallic rushing got her attention and she clopped back over to the front window and saw the main door had been unlocked and rolled open. A dozen or so people were wandering in as overhead lights clicked on, letting Lizzy see they were all dressed in fairly similar styles of durable clothes and breaking off to the various stalls though none headed to Lizzy's stall. She didn't quite know why being ignored made her feel so depressed. It's not like she should want any of these strangers to see her like this; booted and nude from the crotch up. She watched as nonchalantly as she could as what seemed to be a stable hand walked over to the stall beside Lizzy's and woke the slumbering mare up, pulling the girl off the diamond-shaped post sticking out of the wall and began running her through some stretches to limber up before pulling out a stool and pulling out a sleek black case full of-

"Lizzy! Good morning, girl!" Emma rattled the handle of her riding crop between two of the bars in Lizzy's stall window to get her mare's attention as it had drifted over to the pony beside her. She jumped and turned, blushing as Emma pulled the stall door open and slid it shut behind her, smiling as she walked in with a black case of her own tucked under her arm. Lizzy recognized it from when the two had been in the bathroom in the ranch house the day before. Oh no...

Emma walks right in and drags the lone stool over from the corner, pulling the cot back up and locking it to the wall as she sets the stool down and plops herself onto it, looking up at Lizzy. She was dressed in denim overalls and a colorful tee-shirt beneath it, her black riding boots covered by the overalls as she pats her lap, indicating for Lizzy to come over. "Come here, girl. We have inspection in three hours, and you need to be tidied up."

Lizzy whimpers softly, staggering back slightly in her boots until her bare ass presses against the cold metal hand rail, making her jump forward again and stumble a bit. "W-what... what time is it, Emma?" She mumbled, her throat feeling fairly dry as Emma stared her down, again patting her lap to urge the mare over.

"It's six A-M. Earliest the stable doors open. Inspection is at nine. So we need to get you shaved, oiled and lubricated, properly tacked and fed by then or it's your ass. Rhea usually makes tardy mares run laps around the ranch... with their trainers leading the way, so it's a bit of a dual-punishment. Ever wonder why the trainers here are also in good shape? And it's trainer Emma to you, pony." She says, finishing her explanation with a cold tone before pointing at her lap. "Now come here, rest your knee on my thigh, and let me shave you smooth again before I decide to crop you for it."

That got Lizzy into motion, making her quickly stagger over and rest her hands on Emma's shoulders, blushing as she set her right knee on Emma's leg as instructed and looked away, her pussy very much on display as her left leg was pushed outward slightly, spreading her legs as Emma pulled out her shaving kit and grabbed the shaving cream, applying some quite thoroughly and casually to her cousin's cunt. Lizzy whimpered softly as the razor came out and began running over what she thought was smooth skin.

"Is... this really necessary?" She whines, shivering from the cold cream and gentle flow of wind through the main stable door.

"Of course it is. You might not have any hairs down here that would be seen, but Rhea will feel it and you need to get used to me being here like this anyway. Every day's a chance for you to learn, Liz. Now hush and let me focus or I'm getting the bridle early."

That was more than enough of a threat to quiet Lizzy down. She did not like that bridle, how it pushed her cheeks back and made her unable to stop her own drool, making a humiliating mess of herself as she was paraded around... shown off... nude...

She shuddered as Emma wiped the remainder of the shaving cream off with a damp towel, indicating she was finished with the razor before taking the glistening oil and applying it to her mare's mons, rubbing it in smoothly and uniformly to give Lizzy's crotch a certain shiny appeal as Emma patted her mare's thigh, signaling for her to stand back and let the trainer up.

"Good. We'll begin with that daily and as your new, custom tack arrives, we'll tidy up your mane too, to make your hair easier to manage." Emma explains as she grabs the saddle hanging off an equipment peg in Lizzy's tall, making the booted girl flush and look away.

"Do..." she asks at first, but stops. She knows full well she'll be restrained. "Do you know what... sort of... uhm, tack, was it? What sort of tack you're getting for me?" The mare asks quietly as she stands by, waiting for Emma to come over with the broad leather band and wrap it around her waist and lower abdomen, taking one wrist at a time and binding them to Lizzy's sides at her hip, leaving her hands quite useless and unable to even reach her own groin despite being so near.

Her trainer began putting her into her tack for the day while starting to discuss her custom tack. The harness straps dug into her head with a certain familiarity and that infernal bit slid between her teeth. "Yes, actually. I ordered you some charioteer boots. They're tall, like these ones, but not as tall as these ones specifically. You've got that lovely golden-blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. Conventionally attractive face and, hate to say, nice tits and ass, Liz. So I decided to lean into those to at least earn you some style points at the races, even if we might... well, might lose a few. So your new gear will be a mix of blue and gold, with white trim here and there. The boots will go just above your knees, I got you a color-matched plug tail but this one will be a cart-puller's tail, so it has a little loop in the top I can attach a lead to so I can pull your tail from a distance. Motivators are nice to have."

Lizzy shuddered at that thought, having that horrible J-hook in her ass yanked while running. She looked over her shoulder and saw Emma lubricating the very same device, her eyes locked on that infernal bulb on the hook that had kept it locked in her asshole all afternoon the day before. It'd only been a fierce and unexpected yank from Emma that even got close to removing it. And now her cousin was going to put it right back in, she already knew.

Emma rubbed her hand along Lizzy's back, cooing softly as she rubbed the tip of the long end of the metal J-hook along her mare's taint. "Now, relax yourself, Liz. Otherwise this is going to hurt like last night. Your new tail has an inflatable bulb at the bottom. A little metal key turns it open and expands it, so it'll slide in easier and then widen out and sit snugly. Won't that be nice? So just bear this for a few more days." Emma says, pushing the narrow tip up Lizzy's ass, making the mare squirm and moan into her bit as her hands clench tight. When the flared bulb at the bottom of the long end kisses her sphincter, she shakes her head but Emma relentlessly pushes it in, making her stiffen and press up but it does go in all the same, sending waves of pain and relief up her spine as her asshole closes around the bulb and sucks it in a bit, settling nicely into her rectum and leaving a heavy metal weight in her bottom, the black horse tail swishing against the back of her thighs. She panted and whined quietly as she felt Emma rubbing her buttocks to soothe her before moving off to get her reins and clip them onto her bridle, gently leading her in a slow circle around her in the stall to get Lizzy's legs moving, Emma giving some direction to remember to keep those knees high. The poor mare's legs already burned, but she knew it would only get worse if she refused...

Finally, as other ponies were being led from their stalls, all freshly tacked, shaved, and tidied up, Emma leads her mare out by the reins to the feeding troughs where a couple stable hands were unloading bags of feed. The freckled redhead Polly was among the stable hands and she seemed to be intentionally avoiding Lizzy's eyeline, perhaps ashamed she let the mare get snatched away by someone other than her trainer during grazing time the day before.

Emma wastes no time in grabbing a bag and pulling her naked cousin to the side, opening and holding up the feed bag with one hand while unclipping the bit with the other, pressing a finger vertically across Lizzy's lips to signal silence before offering up the pony food. Lizzy, perhaps too tired to protest, just lowers her head into the bag and starts munching through the dried meats, crunchy wheat cereal kernels and fresh and dried fruits and vegetables. Bland and unflattering, it at least was quite savory and from Elizabeth's time in health classes appeared nutritionally balanced and fulfilling.

After feeding, Emma brought her mare to a water trough to drink and helped her lean far over to lap at the water, leaving Lizzy's buttocks up and her tail waving side-to-side as she tried to stay upright. She was still unsteady in these boots, despite, or perhaps because of, her arousal from being forced into them...

Finally fed, watered, and tacked, Emma pulled Lizzy out of the stable and walked past a digital clock hanging on the wall, reading "8:43."

The two walked out of the stable, passing several other teams and duos, mares and trainers getting ready for the day. Lizzy saw a few she recognized, particularly Checkers, the red and black-themed mare from the pasture. The veteran mare had her long sleeves cuffed together at the wrists and elbows behind her back, a casual, comfortable smile on her face as she blew a little kiss at Lizzy. She wasn't gagged or bitted, but Checkers didn't speak either, clearly respectful and knowing her place as her trainer slipped the mare's tail in with barely a flinch from the veteran.

And suddenly Lizzy was out in the open, a gentle breeze blowing over her mostly-nude form and making her skin erupt into goosebumps as her oiled pussy chilled under the wind. She walked slowly behind Emma, raising her knees as much as her aching muscles allowed as the two walked in a slow, aimless circle in the dirt courtyard central to the ranch house, stable, and barn. Other trainers were doing the same or similar, warming up their mares before deciding to head over to a concrete strip along the equipment barn with a couple dozen aged vertical posts set into the concrete with a section of pipe set horizontally atop each post. One by one, Lizzy saw mares get led to a post and have their reins tied off and left to stand and wait, their trainers either standing by them or going off to fetch a second mare to bring to an adjacent post. She shivered from arousal as Emma brought her to a post of her own and tied off her reins. The short lead kept Lizzy close to the metal post and even a slight tug or attempt to step away had the reins tugging her right back to it. The post itself barely reached her groin, leaving her quite exposed and, thanks to that growing arousal, even thinking of trying to sate some of that arousal by grinding on the smoothed edge of the tie-off post.

A crop to her ass got her attention though, startling her out of her arousal as Emma swung the crop a second time, striking Lizzy's other cheek before the crop swung up and tapped under her chin. "Don't even think about it. You're already leaking, Lizzy. You're so obvious." She teases and chides, her tone light but her accusation vulgar. Lizzy peeks down the moment the crop pulls away and sees drips of her arousal running down her thighs already, earning a fresh blush and gentle closing of her legs to try and smear them into her skin and hide what her body was announcing: this entire scene was turning her on.

One by one, the other mares of the ranch were brought out and lined up in the two parallel lines of tie-off posts, two parallel lines of 12 posts, with a total of 21 mares by the time the last ones came out. Trainers stood by their mares quietly, some holding muted conversations with neighboring trainers but there was an electric air of anticipation as the sun was rising slowly, warming Lizzy's bare skin and giving her a great look at her fellow mares and the other trainers.

"Present!"

Lizzy heard a gruff female voice call out and other mares around her swiftly spread their legs to shoulder width, those with unbound hands raising them to the backs of their heads and those with bound hands doing their best to straighten their backs, press out their chests, and look up. She recalled, amidst all the other humiliations yesterday, being taught this posture and she quickly tries to follow suit, spreading her hooves, pressing out her chest, clenching her hands as they weren't going anywhere else, and blushing as her pussy dripped a blatant drop of her arousal onto the concrete beneath her.

The mare desperately wanted to turn and look as she heard Rhea begin inspecting the various mares and commenting on preparedness. Trainers replied responsibly when asked questions, and she heard whip-snaps, crop-strikes, and hoof clops as mares left the inspection row to either go off and train or perhaps be punished. Since she was trying to keep good posture and stared straight ahead and really couldn't hear Rhea's words too clearly at the end of the line, Lizzy wasn't sure how it was going for the others.

Rhea Silverstone arrived at the mare beside Lizzy, one the pony didn't recognize. Out of the corner of her eye, she could just barely see what was going on as the old woman quietly inspected this one, the soft sounds of a hand running over skin and quiet whimpers of a girl being fondled escaping the interaction before she grunted. "Good. Much better than yesterday, Melinda. Just make sure to not let your prep slip tomorrow because you got off unpunished today. To the ring with you two."

"Yes ma'am, thank you." The trainer, Melinda, said cheerfully and seemingly out of relief as she unleashed her mare from the post and tugged her away, just for Rhea to step over and face Lizzy directly, hands folded neatly behind her back.

"And here you are, all prettied up. Good morning, Lucky Lizzy. Emma, any notes?" She asks, politely greeting the pony before talking business with the trainer. The nonchalant talk puts Lizzy into a risky state of comfort because she leaps in surprise, yelping into her bit as Rhea introduces her palm to Lizzy's cunt with a soft smack, rubbing slowly to feel the delicate mound and the grool coming out of it.

"N-none, miss Silverstone. She slept appropriately, ate and drank easily today. She took her tack well and is ready for the day, even if she appears sore and tired from yesterday."

Lizzy squirmed in Rhea's hand, her hands clenching and unclenching as her knees wobbled while the woman rubbed and teased her sensitive privates. "I should think so. You worked her hard and I worked her even harder yesterday. Don't let up on her, she needs to be kept sharp to catch up to her peers." She lift and smacks her hand back down several times to annunciate her point, making Lizzy squeak and shudder with each wet clap of Rhea's hand on her mound. "I hope I won't have to repeat our lessons from yesterday. Hit her hard, keep her focused, run her harder. She's got two weeks to catch up on. Now, go on. I had Iz rush your tack order, by the way. So Lucky here will have her new gear tomorrow. Work on posture and routine today, you can begin pulling tomorrow. No sense in dragging a chariot when she's in the wrong gear."

Emma breathes a sigh of relief as Rhea wipes her hand off on Lizzy's flank and walks on, "Yes, ma'am! I'll get on it right away." She steps over and quickly unties the reins before pulling Lizzy away, the mare still squirming from the ranch owner's vulgar touch. The pony didn't so much hate the touch itself as how causal it was, and the nature of it made her all the wetter...

The two jogged away from the inspection posts. Lizzy already felt tired, but she had to admit... she felt pretty good, soreness notwithstanding. The food was digested and stable, the tack bit into her in all the right ways and places, and she wasn't even minding the tail much as it bobbed and bounced around inside her, that heavy weight making it impossible to ignore. Emma led her right up to a track, the same one she'd bee at when Rhea ran her around the bullpen yesterday, and Emma stopped her in a patch of grass beside the well-trodden dirt to check Lizzy's harnesses and straps. "You did good... thanks for keeping in position for her. Otherwise we'd be running laps right now."

Lizzy shuddered, shaking out her head a bit to show displeasure with that notion. She sucked in a breath, trying to catch some of her drool as that brass bit stayed neatly wedged between her teeth and Emma gripped her reins tightly in one hand, a little amused at Lizzy's nonverbal response.

"Exactly. But now you get to run laps around the ring here. Ready? We're going to work on those high knees and just how high they should be at your different paces. Nice and high for walks and canters, medium-high for trots or jogging, and lowest but still up for a full gallop. You want to dig those hooves into the dirt for good purchase and grip. It'll help keep balance. Too shallow and you'll just slip. So, nice and high, stamp down hard. Got it?" She asked expectantly, giving Lizzy a look.

The mare took a moment to internalize her trainer's instructions before catching on to the suggestion at the end. She raises her right knee as high as her taut thigh muscles allowed and stamped it down, signaling her understanding.

"Good girl. Let's go running."