Running Free

"Let's talk whips while you warm up."

Emma walks slowly beside her mare, Lizzy, as the latter starts to obediently parade around the dirt running track. It was shaped like an oval that was about an eighth of a mile per lap, half the size of a formal track and field loop, and had a bullpen in the middle of it. There were three other rings just like it, in various states of use, and Lizzy shared this track with two other mares that Emma had mentioned were also first-years, but neglected their names. And besides, they'd been practicing full-time for the last two weeks while Lizzy had just gotten here, so she was already feeling like the runt of the litter as her pace was slower and her form much less graceful. And that wasn't even counting how sore her muscles were from the day before.

But with a rubber-coated brass bit in her teeth, the ponygirl really only had the choice of obeying and she began to canter along as her body warmed up. In more ways than one. Emma walked at a slow pace, making sure to stay ahead of Lizzy and watch each step, correcting her mare's form with little clicks of her tongue and gestures while also adding little slaps of her leather riding crop to keep Lizzy focused. Any time the mare got that glazed look, a crop strike on her cunt got her focused again while any lingering looks at other ponies and trainers were corrected by a spank on her bare plugged ass.

"I'm sure you've seen and heard about whips before. We... typically use a few around the ranch, for ponies like you." Emma said, walking backwards with the reins in her hand and eyes on Lizzy's mostly-nude body, crop in her belt. "The most important whip here is a guidance whip. It's a single-tailed whip with a long strand and lightweight handle. It won't put much energy into its lash, but makes a hell of a snap. It's easy to hear even in the middle of a race. The main thing is understanding what the sounds mean. We'll practice that today."

The two finished one lap at the slow pace and Emma turned around, starting to walk faster forwards to force Lizzy to pick up her pace, but intentionally keeping it slow enough to remain at a canter; a pony's more "graceful" walk. Each step had a little bounce to it, making Lizzy's ample assets bounce and her cheeks flush from how shameful it felt. The riding crop kept her focused all the same.

"The next one is a multi-tailed whip, or a flogger, depending on its length. If it's long, we call it a Cat o' Nine Tails, but typically ours lack the weights at the end like its... medieval cousin. It hurts like a bitch but gets the point across; you messed up if it's getting used. A flogger is short and lighter, so it hurts less and mostly just marks and colors the skin red, but it definitely hurts after a lotta strikes. It's good for endurance and pain tolerance practice. Lastly-" Emma glances over, checking that her cousin was still with her and only seeing that Lizzy's eyes were a bit glassy again, her already-glistening pussy drooling down her thighs. "-is a bull whip. It's the main tool for punishment and really hurts. It'll leave welts the size of a golf ball if you're not careful. If the whip's length gets you, it'll leave bright red lines. And if you snap it and strike with the tip... well, it's not pretty." Emma explains, bringing Lizzy to a halt with a tug of the reins as they finish their second lap.

Seeing that Lucky Lizzy was panting heavily, and not just from the exertion, Emma tucks her crop back into her belt and steps in close to bring her hand down, clapping it a few times in open-palm strikes on her mare's cunt. Each slap makes Lizzy jump but it isn't until the third and fourth slap does she yelp and come back from her lust-addled daze. She shakes her head, ponytail bobbing back and forth, before finally focusing her gaze on Emma. She blushed as Emma smirked at her.

"You weren't feeling interested about those whips, were you? No worries though, we'll start with the guidance whip, or a guide for short. Ready?" She turns and strides off, leaving Lizzy standing on the track as Emma grabs a weathered whip from an equipment locker near the gate to the running pen and comes back, giving the long whip a few testing swings, a high-pitched whoosh cutting the air as the leather tail whirled by. Lizzy's eyes were locked on the whip as Emma returned and the shorter girl, notably shorter thanks to Lizzy's pony boots, merely smiled at the ponygirl as she gave the whip a sharp snap, making Lizzy jump for a moment, thinking she'd been struck by the sound alone.

"Easy, girl, easy!" Emma barks, grabbing the reins and tugging down to restrain and calm her mare before releasing slowly. "The whip is for directions, listen to it, it'll tell you where to go, what to do, and how fast to run even if you can't see or hear or feel me. If it does nick you, I promise it won't even be as bad as the riding crop on a tough spot like your butt. And it definitely doesn't hurt as bad as the crop on your pussy. So here, listen close." Emma turned, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with her hand-bound pony as the other two rookie-pony teams who were sharing the ring meandered by, those mares already having practiced this a week ago. "Most of the time, I'll be behind you. You are pulling a chariot after all. So most of these snaps will come from behind you. That means you won't see the whip or where it is. Instead, we go by count. Here-" Emma flicks her wrist and winds her shoulder back to sharply snap the whip once, seeing that Lizzy was enamored by the implement. "One snap is faster. It's simple and direct, and means to go start, go forward, or go faster, depending on context. Two snaps-" She swings the whip again, only this time flexing her hand and the whip to make the tip of the whip crack twice in a quick crick-crack, "-means to slow down. Bring it back, stop, the works. However, if I am behind you and thus unable to give better direction, listen for where the whip sounds come from." Emma steps around behind Lizzy but the ponygirl tries to turn and follow, earning her a soft tap on her ass cheek to urge her to look forward. Emma gives the whip a sharp snap off of Lizzy's right side, making her step sideways and look at where the sound had come from. It was almost like a quiet gunshot, how piercing the sound was. "A signal from your right means to turn right. Of course, the same to the left. It'll be the loudest thing you hear in a race, so just follow the sound and it will keep you safe. If I want you to go faster or slower, the sound will come from behind. Listen." Emma again snaps the whip twice, this time behind Lizzy. The blonde felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as she could indeed tell the difference, as it sounded balanced in both ears while the single snap off her right was almost entirely heard from just her right ear.

"You could tell the difference already, couldn't you? Born to be a pony, I swear. Alright, let's try it. No verbal commands, follow the pace. Ready?"

Lizzy shivers at Emma's words but obediently stamps her right hoof as she looks forward, fingers clenching at her sides as she takes a few readying steps. She found it curious that, despite her soreness, she was excited for this.

The whip sharply snaps behind her once, startling her into motion forward as she takes a couple quick steps and starts running, galloping as fast as she could, free on the reins as Emma wasn't holding them, only to hear two quick snaps and feel Emma's hand sharply and suddenly collide with her buttock the moment the trainer caught up. Emma's right hand slid around Lizzy's side and up to her chin, catching the mare's jaw and letting hot breath and drool run over her fingertips as Emma chastised her.

"No! Bad... eager, but not right. We only have so many commands that are easily heard... I don't want you sprinting off when I snap the whip." Emma chided, her left hand still planted on Lizzy's ass and lifting to clap back down repeatedly, spanking her cousin as she spoke to annunciate her words. "Instead, I want you to treat it like... tiers. Levels of your speed. Go from stopped to canter to trot to gallop. Think you can do that? Can you?" She asks, sternly finishing her instruction with some harder spanks. Lizzy whimpers and nods, her mind much more focused now as Emma's hands slip off her body.

"Let's try it again." Emma says as she stands behind Lizzy, cracking the whip twice and pausing, watching as Lizzy jumps and almost steps forward, just to catch herself and turn, looking back at her trainer. Emma smirks. "Red light. I couldn't resist. Let's go for real."

Emma snaps the whip once and Lizzy steps forward, walking slow as her knees come up high in her canter. The pace was slow, as intended, and was more focused on the show than the speed. It was common, especially around the training ranch, for the ponies to canter everywhere despite it being quite tiring. A simple walk in the high-heeled pony boots would suffice, but lifting those knees made for good strength training. And, at least for Lucky Lizzy, she did find it humiliating how her body bounced with each step. How each upward pump of her knees sent energy into her buttocks, chest, shoulders, and thighs to make her bare skin wobble and jiggle enticingly. Anyone here who was actually sexually into her would be thrilled at the scene, but every trainer just treated this like it was normal...

"Good! That's good control. I know you're tired, Liz, but you're doing well." Emma praised from behind, making Lizzy feel a little proud of herself, before the whip snapped once and then again behind her. Only... it hadn't been that rapid snapping of a two-stroke whip sound...

She picked up her pace, going into a trot with her knees a little lower and chest and head tilted forward before breaking into a gallop, leaning into her run as her hoof boots dug into the dirt and kicked up dirt clumps as she ran and ran hard. Her chest heaved and bounced, she could feel the steel plug in her ass bouncing late in time with her, slightly fucking her rectum and making her squirm and clench to try to keep it in. She felt the horse tail brush and beat against her calves. She could see and feel drool coming from her mouth around the brass bit to spatter her cheeks, chin, and chest. She could all but feel the eyes of the other trainers and ponies on her, making her cunt throb in exhibitionist need.

But above all, she felt free.

Lizzy ran until the track curved, followed it, and then just kept running. She heard a single whip snap on her left and she ambled that way, still running as fast as she could in these heavy rubber, metal-shoed boots but she ran, uncaring of how she looked or felt. All she could think right now was that it felt good to run. The two completed a whole lap at the full gallop, running right along the inside edge as Emma held the whip silent while sprinting after much more athletic cousin. Finally, as they neared the gate again, Emma snapped the whip twice behind Lizzy a few times, bringing the naked ponygirl to a trot, a canter, and finally a full stop.

Lizzy bent forward, heaving and opening her chest cavity to suck in air as Emma stood beside her, similarly fighting for her life as she hadn't expected a full-tilt sprint for a lap and a half of the track. She rubbed a hand along Lizzy's back, feeling her mare's pounding heartbeat and smiled.

"You're going to be incredible."

The trainer have her mare some time to recover, still rubbing her back, and when she felt Lizzy was ready, gave her pony a soft open-palm clap on her cunt, finding it dripping and hot. Lizzy moaned through her bit but stood upright, blushing but with a focused look in her eye. Emma gestured quietly to the track and, perhaps to her surprise, Lizzy took a few short steps to get in front of her trainer, gently wiggling her ass as her knees lifted to get ready to go again, making it look like she was wagging her tail.

Emma gave the whip a single snap and the two set off once again around the track.