Running Free

Elizabeth woke up rather slowly, prying her eyes open as she rolled around on her cot. She was stiff and sore to the bone today, her muscles deeply unfamiliar and unprepared for the rigors of being a ponygirl. She winced and whined as she slowly sat up, stretching her hands above her head - a welcome relief - and swung her legs off the short cot, the hoofed heels of her boots clacking on the hard floor of her stable stall.

It was dark still, and she quickly pondered the last couple days of her life. After tentatively giving her boss her no-weeks' notice and heading off to this "ranch" with her cousin, she had quietly decided to fully commit to this or at the very least use it as an excuse to leave a job she hated. She shuddered at the thought of being free from that stupid coffee shop job. And she shivered again as she felt a gentle wisp of wind over her bare body, snapping her back to the mindset of where she was and what she was doing. And even more, what had been done to her.

Just yesterday, after her trainer Emma had told her she'd be using sex toys on her and even made her cum with that equine rubber penis, she'd almost eagerly run circles in the bullpen for Emma, showing she could keep running and performing after orgasm, something Emma had confided was her primary concern with this method. And Elizabeth, Lizzy, not entirely sure why herself, had wanted to prove she could run, could trot and canter. It was... odd but enticing. She secretly found herself liking all of this. She definitely hated when Emma spanked or flogged her. That was happening a lot.

Lizzy reached down to brush her finger along her bare, shaven pussy. She winced as flog-marks stung under her touch, sure to bruise or at least remain sore for a while. But the touch at the same time sent a wave of naughty, perverse pleasure up her spine. Importantly, because she remembered how fulfilling that rubber equine member had felt inside her.

She looks to her right and up a bit. Standing in the middle of her stall was the silhouette of a short post and, mounted at the top of it, was the very same member. A rubber phallus molded like a horse's cock, complete with a flared head, medial ring, veins, and a sort of textured, almost leathery skin that gave off all kinds of realistic sensations. If it were warm, throbbed, and came, Lizzy would even believe it were real!

The ponygirl felt as if her eyes were magnetized to the phallus. It stood proudly erect, just firm enough not to bend or flop over and made her shiver from how it had felt to be forced into her. And how Emma had firmly denied her access to it after their time in the bullpen, after her dinner, grazing time, everything. But had "conveniently" left it taking up so much real estate inside the girl's stall. The small, non-private space wasn't big enough for her to really ignore it. Lizzy looked around. The stable was still dark, only a few running lights and exit signs giving off any sort of illumination. It must still be early in the morning. She could hear some soft whimpers and snores of other mares in varying states of slumber. She had spotted a couple other ponygirls being trussed up on awkward "wooden horses" to sleep on, the wedge-shaped stands keeping the ponies upright but certainly far from comfort. Lizzy thought about what Isabella and Emma had said, calling that metal pole the dildo was mounted on a "one-bar prison" or "cock stand" pretty interchangeably. She shivered at the thought that she might be impaled on it and left to sleep upright, that horse cock lodged inside her fairly inexperienced, but not virginal, vagina.

And before she really could stop herself, Lizzy winced again as sore muscles leaned her forward and got her hooves underneath her, standing awkwardly. It was much easier to move with her arms free, that was a welcome change, but the doors to her stall were all latched and locked, so she wasn't going anywhere in a hurry anyway. And as she cautiously looked around and paced forward, she didn't have any intention of leaving either.

Carefully, Lizzy walked to and reached out for that rubber phallus that her brain had been obsessing over. Not so much because she needed to feel it again, but more that Emma had forbidden it. It carried a naughty allure and had been so quick in its use that Lizzy really hadn't had time to inspect it. Her hand reaches out and grasps the toy. It feels fairly firm in her grip but a testing squeeze shows some squish to its rubber construction. She runs her hand down the length slowly. That leathery, textured skin felt interesting under her touch and as she rubbed her thumb over the medial ring, she felt a quiver deeper inside her as she recalled how it felt lodged in her private place. It was still a bit too dark in here for her to look at it in any significant manner. More just enough to know where it was and see its shape but touch was her main sense here. She felt a blush form on her cheeks, warmth running through her body as embarrassment swarmed through her.

What are you doing, Liz? This is... you should stop! She thought to herself, chastising her own curiosity and weak willpower.

But that wasn't enough to stop her. Instead, Lizzy cautiously stepped forward, panting quietly as she lined her groin up to the side of the cock, measuring its length against her insides as she rubbed the flare of the cock against her belly button, her cheeks hot as she thought about the sort of bulge it would form on her belly if she took the whole thing. Emma would definitely tease her for it. A little dribble of arousal seeped out of her folds and ran down her inner thigh as she slowly rubbed the flat head of the cock with two fingers, feeling every little nub and the detailed, but closed, slit at the center; the urethra. She shuddered as she recalled being creampied by a boyfriend back in the day. That warmth spreading through her. She wondered-

Clack

She yelped and jumped back, blushing madly as she pressed her bare and un-plugged buttocks against the wooden, gated inner wall of the pony stall and let the phallus wobble awkwardly as lights kicked on and the main door unlatched loudly, rolling open and letting trainers and stable hands come in to begin the day's training sequences.

Which always started with grooming and tacking. Lizzy didn't mind the tacking too much, but was still horribly embarrassed to have her younger cousin so... intimately involved with her privates. She reached down subconsciously to cover her pussy and felt her fingers dampen, pulling her hand away to inspect a stand of her own arousal.

Shit... Emma is going to tease me...

Emma Foxxe strode in happily, chatting with a couple other trainers who broke off to see to their own mares before heading to the deep end of the stable where Lucky Lizzy's number 12 stall sat tucked against the back corner. She rapped her knuckles on the heavy wooden gate before leaning on the window sill in it. The sill itself was a touch too tall to easily climb over and a narrower set of metal bars would make squeezing through it tricky anyways. It was designed to keep pony girls in but still allow full view of the stall. She grinned at Lizzy as the booted mare stepped back from the wooden wall and stood beside her cot, avoiding eye contact and especially avoided looking at the rubber horse cock.

"Good morning, Liz! Ready to get the day started, are we? Already up and at 'em. Are you as excited as I am?" Emma asked, teasing a bit as she opened her mare's stall and stepped in, a lead in one hand and her shaving kit in the other, but paused as she looked around. With the lights on, she got a much clearer look at the black, pink, and white marbled toy phallus than Lizzy would have had and she could see a faint smear near the base of the toy. Emma worked her jaw slowly but decided to let it slide for now. After all, if Elizabeth was actively seeking out pleasure, that only worked in Emma's favor. She shakes her head and any thoughts of reprimand away before smiling at Lizzy. She holds up the lead and smiles. "We won't be needing any rental tack for you anymore... after we get you groomed, we're going straight to the barn to get you properly geared!"

Lucky Lizzy felt humiliated as she stood in the lineup with the other mares, but not for a typical reason. Rather, one she felt even more embarrassed to be considering a reason to be humiliated. Yesterday, she'd stood as a seeming equal with the other ponygirls, if a bit poor on posture and blushing like mad. Today, she was completely naked, save the simple lead around her neck and a stiff rubber ball gag in her mouth with holes in the gag to breathe through. Not even a pony's bridle bit! Her boots were gone, removed and returned to the equipment barn to be washed and placed in storage until the next pony needed them. Emma had tied her off to the post here at the presentation grounds and stood by calmly, waiting for Rhea to come out, inspect her ranch's mares, and approve them for training or chew out the trainer for failing to ensure their pony was prepared appropriately.

"Don't worry. She knows you're getting new tack. It's not the important thing for inspection, it's the personal grooming. And enjoy it, you'll be living in your new gear for a while." Emma whispered as the graying old trainer came out dressed in rugged ranch wear and began to walk along the two lines of ponygirls and their trainers, humming, nodding, and using her riding crop to point out infractions. Two trainers were sent back to the stable to try again at proper mare care before finally arriving at Emma and Lizzy.

"And my troublemaker. How's the tourist?" She said, gruffly but not entirely hostile. Lizzy had learned what angry sounded like from this woman. This wasn't it. She did bristle at being called a "tourist" however.

"She's well-groomed and ready for a good day, miss Rhea. I gave you my report on her efforts yesterday, and she... obediently resisted any urges overnight. I think it's a promising start." Emma said crisply, standing at attention while Rhea walked around Lizzy slowly, lightly smacking the girl's buttocks and upper thighs with her crop to get a reaction from the naked ponygirl. Regardless of how freely Rhea, and Emma for that matter, touched her, Elizabeth felt no more comfortable about it and the fact that they were always so casual about her nudity made her head spin for a number of reasons. Rhea seemed to approve of Lizzy's response and grunted in an approving manner.

"Thirty full rotations after a pretty significant squirting orgasm, you mentioned. Yes, I am impressed, Emma. But you'll have to prove that's a reliable method for me to grant you the victory on this one. Tease, edge, pleasure, punish... she's the clay in your hands, you mold her into the shape you desire. Go on." Rhea flicks her crop and spanks Lizzy's ass cheek again, making the mare jump and squeak into her gag as Rhea approves her condition; her pussy clean and shaven again, freshly oiled and glistening from the products Emma applied by hand, her legs and underarms tidy and neat, and soothing ointments applied to small welts and callouses forming on her skin. It seemed Rhea was pleased with the level of care and she was free to train today.

"Thank you, ma'am!" Emma barks out before untying and leading Lizzy away by the rope tied to her neck and guides Lizzy at a slow pace to the equipment barn, beaming with pride. "See? I told you she'd approve you. C'mon, I think Isabella's waiting on us."

Elizabeth shuddered as Emma freed her from the tying post and walked her calmly towards the barn, though she could tell her cousin was barely containing a giddiness in her step. Lizzy herself was feeling quite awkward walking barefoot for the first time in days. She'd been kept in those heavy, easy-to-walk in but awkward-to-wear boots and now her knees came up fast and almost automatically. She barely even thought about it as she knew Emma would likely use that riding crop in her belt if not. Right? That's why she was doing it... right?

The pair entered the equipment barn where Isabella, the voluptuous, motherly Southern woman smirked at the two with an arm leaning on a large crate.

"Well, ain't you two a couple o' cherries? C'mon, darling, yer mare's gear is 'ere." She bumped her fist on the top of the wooden crate and stepped away, letting Emma get to opening the box while she took Lizzy's lead in hand and pulled her to the small concrete dais where mares were equipped. The slight riser made getting low and strapping on boots easier on the trainers. Isabella busied herself with idly brushing her fingers through Elizabeth's hair, the ponygirl's hair held only in a loose ponytail that the motherly woman pulled free and just spent some time brushing through it. Lizzy found it oddly soothing as she watched Emma pull one item out of the box after another, fawning over each item as she marveled at the craftsmanship.

Finally, Emma began lining up the items beside Elizabeth and beamed at her mare. "Alright! Look at this stuff... it's perfect! Fresh leather smell too! C'mon, girl. Let's get you fitted and get them worn in. We'll start with your hooves!"

Emma grabs the tall boots and walks over to Lizzy as Isabella slips an arm around the ponygirl's lower waist to keep her steady and placed the other on the girl's stomach. Lizzy shivered from the touch so close to her boobs but couldn't do much as Emma knelt down in front of her with the right leg boot. The tall boot would reach her mid-thigh and was a matte sky blue with white and gold trim. The back of the cuff had a series of laces to cinch it tight and as the nude ponygirl stepped into it, the platform of the boot let her foot sit mostly flat, with only a slight downward angle. Her toes were pointing down, but it was almost comfortable. It was quite tall, though. She stood up on her leg in a testing fashion and felt a good three inches taller. As Emma came around to lace up the boot and finally gave the mare's thigh a pat to indicate she was done, Lizzy picked up her foot and found this boot was a bit lighter than the heavy loaner boots. Not light by any means, but certainly noticeably better and easier to lift. She steps into the second boot and squeaks a bit as she twists and turns, testing out her new boots as Emma goes to get the next piece of gear for her. The gag in her mouth still denied any response, but Lizzy was perhaps a bit too embarrassed that she liked the boots to say anything anyway.

Emma holds up what seems to be Elizabeth's new bridle. A well-crafted lattice of matching blue leather straps with gold buckles and, dangling from one ring, was a polished golden bit with a clear rubber casing. Lizzy shivered as Emma walked up, smiling, and glanced at Isabella behind the mare.

"Iz? Could you-"

"Sure thing, doll. Sit tight, pony, we'll get ya bridled quick."

Elizabeth felt the gag in her mouth loosen as Isabella unbuckled the strap at the base of her skull, under her hair. The ball gag came out with a waterfall of drool and Lizzy's tongue lolling out after it, panting softly as she worked her jaw for the moment. She sucked in a breath in preparation to speak but Emma beat her to it.

"Trai-"

"Mouth open, mare. Let's get this new bridle in and finish up. We were going to do some acclimation training today, get you used to those boots, try some terrain and everything. Gotta work hard!" Emma explained as she slid the leather straps over Elizabeth's head. Isabella held the ponygirl's hair back in a tight ponytail grip, letting Emma cleanly fit the straps before Isabella finished buckling and tightening them to comfort. The blue leather crossed over Lizzy's cheeks towards her nose and up her forehead, along with a couple of vertical straps going up from the two circular rings at her cheeks. The bit dangled from one ring and once the straps were tight, Emma pulled it horizontally across Lizzy's mouth, forcing her cheeks back and the rubber-coated bit in between her teeth before heading off to get the next item.

At the back of the bridle harness, Isabella threaded Elizabeth's blonde hair through a soft ring and tied off the mare's ponytail, letting it bob and dangle through her new bridle. Lizzy panted quietly around her new bit, stepping in place a few times as she tested the feel of her new boots, her hooves. She shook her head and felt her hair brush against her bare shoulders and left her feeling quite ticklish.

"Over here, Lizzy."

The pony turned as Emma's voice called out and she turned again, seeing Emma approaching with a new saddle. Like the old one, it was mostly just a belt to the average onlooker, but close inspection revealed a number of sturdy-looking rings and already a pair of padded wrist cuffs were dangling from the hips of the saddle. Elizabeth was not a fan of the saddle but knew disobedience just meant more flogging. So as Emma came up and wrapped the wide band of leather around her waist, she willingly let her wrists get bound to her pelvic bones, preventing her fingers from getting to her pussy or her hands from covering her buttocks. Ultimately, vulnerable.

This time, however, Emma came back and added a couple of garter straps to the saddle, running blue and gold lines down the back and front of her thighs. There didn't seem to be any point to it, the pony boots stayed snugly in place thanks to the lacing, but it did make Lizzy feel a bit more adorned, like the other "professionals" she'd seen around the ranch and on the grazing pasture. For a bit more respect... she could tolerate the saddle, she decided.

"The gear also comes with some tassels and such, little bobbles to make you look a bit more colorful, but they're mostly stick-ons or piercings. So we won't need to put them on for now." Emma said as she finished attaching the garters and turned to Isabella who was already approaching with the last item that was arguably the most important for Lizzy's identity as a pony.

Held in the woman's hand was a gold-colored J-hook plug. Similar to the one Elizabeth had been wearing the last few days, this one seemed to be a bit more intricate. The bulb that had been on the last one was gone, just sleek and smooth and likely easier to insert, Lizzy mused as she stepped back a bit anxiously. She hated having her butt penetrated, even if it wasn't so bad once it was in. Like jumping into a cold pool on a summer's day. Isabella handed off the toy and a couple of bottles, like medicine bottles, one of which was large and the other quite small. The motherly woman then made herself scarce, cleaning up the packaging from Lizzy's new pony gear and gave the trainer and mare a moment to themselves.

"Here... feel it." Emma whispered softly as she got close to her pony. She brushed the toy against Elizabeth's thigh, letting the pony feel that it wasn't metal but instead rubber. A hard, stiff rubber that had nearly zero flex to it but at the head of the toy was a softer section of material. At the top of the long end of the J-hook was the tail holder. Dangling from it was a color-matched blond pony's tail. It seemed extremely realistic, looking almost identical to Elizabeth's actual hair. She shivered at the thought of it dangling between her legs. If she looked carefully, she would have also noticed an odd seam just beneath the tail holder...

Emma then pocketed the smaller of the two pill bottles and popped open the other one, tapping out a pinky finger-sized capsule. She held it up for Lizzy's inspection before twirling a finger in a little "turn-around" motion.

"It's a lube capsule. I just push this in and your body heat melts it. It'll also help keep the tail plug clean. The other one is a soothing oil caplet... it does... well, other stuff. Turn around now, Liz." Emma said quietly as she let her mare spin on her own time before gingerly leaning the mare forward with a hand on her upper back.

Elizabeth winced as she bent forward. She couldn't believe she was letting all this happen to her. She felt Emma's fingers brush against her ass cheek before gliding over her anus, the tapered tip of the lube capsule pressing into her sphincter slowly as Emma's thumb pressed it in and her fingers happened to land on her snatch for an anchoring point to push it in. She squirmed softly as she could feel herself dripping and drooling around her cousin's fingers until the capsule finally popped in, shooting up as her rectum allowed it to slip inside her.

"Hnya!" She squeaked around her bit, lifting her right leg and clopping it back down. The construction of her boot's platforms really created a very equine sound to her movements. The metal casing of the hoof and a slight hollowness to it made her feel like an actual horse had just stamped its leg. It made the ponygirl blush.

"Good girl. Just let it work for a second, it'll melt quick." Emma said as she rubbed her mare's lower back and buttocks while lining up the J-hook plug to her pony's asshole. The moment she saw the first dribble of silky white lube seep out, she began to push.

"Gnng-" Elizabeth moaned and whined as her rectum was suddenly being violated again. She squirmed, stamping her foot with echoing clip-clops and shaking her head and torso, causing her body to wiggle about. This plug wasn't as big as the last one, at least at the lock-in bulb, but the fact it was rubber gave it a lot more texture and it didn't go in, or likely out, as smoothly. But slowly and surely, Emma forced the plug inside and once it got deep enough, Lizzy's body sucked it the rest of the way in, nestling the exposed portion of the J-hook in between her pert ass cheeks, almost completely hiding the golden rubber.

And then Emma reached down and grasped the top of the J-hook and pulled it. The tail seemed to detach for a second before exposing a thin shaft hidden in the rubber. As she pushed the tail back down into place, the tip of the J-hook suddenly inflated, causing Elizabeth to screech into her bit in surprise. As Emma began pumping the tail plug, she gripped the saddle tightly to keep Lizzy in place as the blonde ponygirl squirmed and tugged, trying to wrest herself free as the plug inflated inside her rectum, growing larger than the old metal plug ever had been.

"Hold... hold the... hold still, Liz! Geez! It's to make sure you don't- don't drop it! Stop!" Emma barked as she finally finished pumping the toy, having inflated the tip of the toy from a manageable 3/4 inch diameter to almost two inches!

Lizzy huffed and panted in her bridle, sagging forward as Emma held her upright by the saddle and her body clenched, trying to force the intruder out with no success. "G-guh... gng... hhf!" she exhaled, unable to speak meaningfully around her bit as she drooled from both ends, horribly embarrassed about her reaction as a puddle of her own arousal was beginning to form between her new hooves. Her body was tingling top to bottom, she could feel her ecstasy burning inside her as though it wasn't a part of herself. As if Lucky Lizzy were demanding to come out of Elizabeth. The blonde shuddered as her knees came together, desperate to cum, to give purpose to all the sensation inside her. And suddenly Emma's forehead was against her shoulder, the platform hooves making her quite tall, and the blue-haired trainer's hands grazed across the top of Lizzy's saddle, brushing the leather and her bare belly.

"No. Not yet. Hold it... savor the feeling, Liz." She whispered, seeing how desperate her mare was.

The ponygirl, shivering in desire, tilted her body and head slightly, trying to rest on top of Emma as her thighs quivered and, as something else came up from Elizabeth's mind, nodded meekly, letting out a shuddering sigh of submission and tension. Her legs stiffened, her back straightened, and Lucky Lizzy looked forward, clenching her hands as she resisted the urge to succumb to her desires just now.

Emma beamed with pride as her blonde, blue, and golden mare stood upright and finally fetched the last item to match her set; her reins. Emma reached up and gingerly brought her mare's head down, clipping t he reins to the golden rings pressing into the blonde's cheeks and gave it a gentle tug, bringing the hooved mare into a slow, staggering strut out of the barn and, for the first time, let Lucky Lizzy step into the sunlight.