Running Free

Emma and her mare, Lucky Lizzy, were just finishing up a practice session working on Lizzy's movement forms while going around a bullpen slowly and steadily. Posture and presentation were critical in this line of work. The ponygirl was expected to emulate equine behavior. Dignity, grace, even pride in her behavior was paramount to her performance and grading. Emma worked to explain that to Lizzy, but often felt her words fell on deaf ears as her mare often went a little glassy-eyed after too long in her harness and saddle out in the open, prompting a quick cropping on a tit or her pussy which usually brought the mare back to awareness.

The ponygirl was a little sore as they stopped training but she was definitely improving. Elizabeth had been working hard and practicing in her new gear and, even if she was a touch embarrassed to admit it, could see a lot of muscle definition forming even if her total weight wasn't changing much. She assumed her feed probably had something to do with it. She'd seen Emma and Isabella talking about how much she was being fed before. That said, the mare did appreciate keeping her assets even while building up more muscle. It made looking in pools of water or a mirror in the barn quite enjoyable to see her growth and improvement, even if she refused to admit it openly.

A scratch behind her ear shook the ponygirl from her thoughts and she leaned into the hand. Emma had been getting a bit more affectionate and touchy since they'd gotten better at working together. The blonde ponygirl still had her reservations about just how far that touch went. Despite having Emma down there every morning, it still made it no less embarrassing to have her cousin touching everywhere on her body.

"That's a good girl. You're looking a lot better at your canter. Nice little hops, very... bouncy." Emma teased affectionately, earning a blush from Lizzy as she mumbled into her bit gag. "Still, we haven't had a lot of time to practice on chariots... I haven't even gotten to ride with you pulling yet. We've only got a little less than four weeks before the season starts, so-"

The blue-haired trainer was interrupted by a metal ringing from the direction of the stables. She knew that sound. A metal triangle was hung up in front of the stable and could be heard from nearly everywhere on the ranch and was a simple way to summon everyone to the stable, mare and trainer alike. She looks at her blonde pony and jerks her head towards the stable. "That's us. Come on, I guess we're taking a break. No chariots today."

Elizabeth sighs in mild relief as Emma takes her lead and guides her by the bridle towards the stable, what had been her full-time home for the last two weeks and change. She always felt a mild spur of excitement as they went back towards her stall. The same one where her trainer frequently applied sex toys to or in her holes, bringing the ponygirl to orgasm as a reward for a job well done or withheld it to punish her for falling short and she'd noticed her body was beginning to grow accustomed to that desire. She'd even begun taking that rubber equine phallus Emma kept in there much easier. She barely even needed lube most nights! But when Lizzy fell short of expectations... usually it was the riding crop and not the dildo. Still, the fact that Emma seemed to be in a good mood boded well for some fun after whatever this summons was about. A tiny dribble down her thigh betrayed the fact that Lizzy was expecting some excitement...

"Listen up, girls." Rhea barked as she stood in front of her assembled group of trainers and mares. Twelve full-time trainers, Emma included, and 18 ponies, counting Lizzy. "I know it's short notice, but veterans know the deal, sort of. Scouts are coming here today." There was a short grumbling at that statement, though Elizabeth had no clue why. She looked around and saw other first-year mares were similarly unaware but veteran mares were oddly perplexed, glancing around or looking to their trainer for explanation. However, even the trainers seemed startled, especially compared to their first-year compatriots. That left many of the veterans a bit distressed, something Lizzy could detect in the air.

The blonde mare had grown familiar with the appearances and attitudes of most of the ponies, even able to pick out their moods at a glance. She had spent a lot of time milling about on the grazing pasture during free time and seeing them train. Being like them; naked that is, and training just as hard built up a quick recognition and empathy for the other ponygirls. Unlike most of the other mares however, Lizzy herself had never duo-trained with any of them, like she'd seen Chancy Checkers do with some of her peers. Emma said it was a disparity in training time or just focusing on other things that day. Unlucky, for the most part.

"Quiet down! Scouts will be here in an hour." Rhea shouted, getting the crowd under control before resuming. "Trainers, get your mares prepped and tacked. Measurements first, then it'll be a short no-riders race at the track, back of the boarding pasture. Polish their gear up nice, do any last-minute grooming, explain what needs to be explained for the fillies."

A veteran trainer, the one who was training Cotton Candy, that short, sweet, non-running pony Lizzy had met a little while ago, raised her hand and waited to be called on. "And what if our mare isn't the running type, ma'am?"

Rhea grunted and nodded. "Then it's just groom and show, isn't it? But if you'd like, Candy can run it. It's just her and Pearl for the pageants this season, and they're not even in the same league, so I see no need to compare. Your call."

The trainer nodded and Lizzy could swear she saw Cotton Candy's petite shoulders slump a bit before picking herself back up and standing proudly. The small pony was a couple years older than Lizzy, but by appearances she looked 19 at most, largely at great effort from her trainer to keep her figure small and her features soft.

"Trainer Emma, stay. Everyone else, go. An hour. Inspections will be at the stable, so no need to go anywhere. And then it's parade-march to the track and prizes afterwards. Dismissed!"

Lizzy shuddered at being singled out as every other pony and trainer filed out of the array. As the blonde mare stood at attention with her trainer close by, Rhea waited for a hole to open in the crowd and bee-lined over to Emma as the blue-haired girl held Lizzy's lead line to keep both of them calm.

"Yes, ma'am? Did we do something wrong?" Emma asked quizzically. Lizzy had to admit, she was wondering the same.

Rhea shook her head, pulling out her silver cigarette case and lighting one but not quite taking a full puff yet. "No. For once. No, I just wanted to go over this with you. It's your first time doing inspections as the trainer. Is that why you look nervous?"

Emma sighed in relief before nodding slightly. "Right, ma'am... I'm just... well, I thought we would have some warning time. And it's hardly fair! Liz only has a couple weeks' experience now, and-"

"-And that's hardly her fault, now is it? No excuses, dear. Our deal is quite precarious as it is. But... you're right about warning time. Walk." She turns and takes several long drags of her cigarette as Emma and Lizzy follow along beside her, Emma on Rhea's right and Lizzy in turn to Emma's right. The mare was blushing as she felt quite out-of-place in the nude beside the two clothed trainers. Rhea blows out some smoke and glances at Emma. "Thing is, you're right, we used to get notified weeks in advance. Over the summer though, while you were off tracking down a pony, some investigations found a few ranches were... fixing their scouting sessions. Shuffle some ponies around, lie about names and statuses in an effort to fix the rankings and betting odds and they were walking away with millions. Seems someone got cold feet and informed. So now they're all busted and gone... but the admin isn't taking it easy anymore. Random scouts and no mercy. It's bullshit, at least for ranches like mine that stay within regulation, but that's life."

Emma listened patiently, growing a bit annoyed about the situation though Lizzy wasn't really informed enough to understand. "Still... it's wildly unfair to rank her with only a couple weeks of training! She'll get last for... well, she won't place well. And against the vets!"

"Against the veterans, yes. You know the ranch races aren't official. They're for settling arguments and wagers in-house or for just having fun. Foster some competition, that sort of thing. If you don't want your mare to run the risk of the loser's penalty, then you can omit yourself from the winner's reward. Is that what you want? I know you're on edge too... it's a good way to loosen up a bit, pathetic as it can be sometimes..."

Emma grumbled and looked away from Rhea but Lizzy noticed she was aggressively avoiding eye contact with her, her mare, before responding to Rhea. "I'll... think about it. It's just not fair."

Silverstone laughed, smirking with a knowing attitude. "Then you'd better hope your training method actually works, mm? Go on now, she's still dripping with sweat or something. Remember-" Rhea stops, turning and looking Emma directly in the eye, "I'm... regrettably, counting on you two."

Emma blushes a bit but nods, gripping Lizzy's lead a bit tighter and pulling her mare towards the shower posts where most of the other mares were already getting hosed down and brushed clean. It looked like quite the high school boys' fantasy with gorgeous, toned, naked women being washed and teased by similarly fit and athletic females.

And, oddly for Lizzy, she knew it wasn't any sort of sexual fantasy for her trainer or the others. It was just... work. A day at the office. Most of the mares even seemed unbothered by the whole sequence, not counting the other rookies as they often squirmed or squealed during the bathing process. Lizzy herself was a frequent squirmer, especially when Emma hosed down her sensitive parts.

As her hands were uncuffed from her saddle and hung up above her head and Emma took the saddle off, Lizzy let out a little gasp of relief before leaning back against the post and helpfully spreading her legs a bit for her trainer as Emma got her showering gear arranged. Business as usual, even if she did enjoy it a bit. While waiting for Emma to begin, the blonde mare looked around. She admired a few of the other ponies, admittedly finding their toned and nude forms quite beautiful to look at. But after a short look around, she spotted Chancy Checkers a few posts down and across, idly leaning against it with her hands uncuffed and even helping her trainer reach certain spots, completely unbothered as she spread her thighs with her hands and a spray of water hosed her groin down. The early-30s pony let her gaze wander while her trainer wiped her dry and met Lizzy's eyes. The mid-20s mare started blushing and she snapped her legs closed, all of a sudden embarrassed to be so exposed despite that being the theme of the shower posts. Emma grunted as she came back, batting her pony's legs open and started hosing her down, making Lizzy squirm and squeal as she felt far more observed than usual.

"C'mon, Liz... we don't have time for games like that!" Emma chirped at her as she wasted no time getting a gloved hand in with a sponge, making Lizzy squeak into her bit as her bare pussy was scrubbed clean in public view.

"And stall number twelve. Good afternoon, Trainer." Said a male voice, muffled by the noisy stable as other trainers and mares began to get ready to leave.

Lizzy stood at attention in the center of her stall upon hearing his voice with Emma just outside the open stall door with a clipboard containing all of her documentation, both of the trainer and the mare. The pony saw the pair of scouts, a man and a woman, in unassuming clothes. Jeans, jackets, boots... typical stuff for the type of laborers in this "line of work." Each one did have a little sewn-on nametag reading "Official Inspector - Region 1" but that only made Lizzy wonder just how many regions there were.

"Good afternoon sir, ma'am. Here, Trainer Emma Foxxe, mare Lucky Lizzy. First year, charioteer." Emma said primly. Lizzy could tell she was putting on a bit more effort into her pronunciation than usual. She had to stifle a giggle because of it.

"Charioteer? With tits like that?" Asked the man, a bit incredulous as the woman beside him scoffed and brushed past him.

"As if big boobs disqualify you. Grow up, Scott. Thank you, Emma, I'll go inspect her now." Her voice was smooth yet crisp, like a cold drink on a hot day, and gave her an air of authority yet friendliness.

"Wha-? But I wanted-"

"She's not a charioteer according to you, how do I know you'll be fair? Run the docs, dummy." The woman said as she stepped into the stall and left her partner and Emma to hash out documentation.

Lizzy shifted slightly in her boots. She was fully tacked, her hands restrained in her saddle, her bit firmly in place, her hair pulled back into a pony tail and her tail plugged into her asshole. Emma had applied some fresh gloss to her groin and polish to her leather gear, leaving the pony in top form for inspection. Or she thought she was ready. What Lizzy hadn't been able to really account for was the embarrassment of having some stranger come poking around! She blushed wildly as the woman came in, clipboard in hand, and paced around the mare slowly, smiling casually and trying to set the pony at ease.

"Relax, mare... Lizzy, was it? Lucky Lizzy... cute name, isn't it, sweetie? And a big bottom, good..." She teases, prodding the mare's right buttock with her pen cap. "I'm Jenn, I'll be your inspector today. Hope you're taking to all this well, darling. You've got good features, you'll be popular with the viewers." She says in a gentle, rambling manner as she begins inspecting Lizzy from top to tail. The nude mare stiffens and squirms under the scrutiny, but Emma had coached her to "stand still, don't move, and reply when asked a yes or no question." So far, so good as Jenn pulls out a measure and wraps it around Lizzy's calves and thighs, though there was a faint dribbling as the inspector brushed by her pussy. The measure went around her waist and arms but finally does Jenn get a proper response when she brazenly grabs and squeezes the mare's right breast to stiffen it and run the tape around it, intending to measure each tit individually before getting a bust size.

Lizzy yelps into her bit at the woman's touch and staggers back a half step, just for Jenn to grip a bit tighter and keep the mare from falling over, as she thought was happening. "Woah there, girl. Easy! Just a little measuring tape, what's wrong, honey?" Jenn asks as she works to calm Lizzy down, not understanding why the naked ponygirl was scrambling. Elizabeth pants and huffs through her bit, shaking her shoulders a bit to try and wiggle free which just prompts Jenn to squeeze harder! To her, it was just a pony misbehaving.

"Trainer! Get in here and calm your filly down. Poor thing's scrambling!" She calls over her shoulder, getting Emma in the mix.

The blue-haired woman scurries in and grabs Lizzy's shoulders first before tapping her mare's butt with her left hand while the right reaches up to grab and restrain her by the bridle, pulling Lizzy to look at her over her shoulder. "Easy, Liz! Calm. She's not going to hurt you, just let her check and we'll move on!" Emma chides, finally getting Lizzy to calm down a bit but she wasn't having a good time as Jenn prods and tugs at her tit to measure the mare's bust. A few moments of heavy breathing from the mare as the scout measures one and then the other breast before running the tape around Lizzy's back, getting a full measurement of the girl's bare chest. She hums pleasantly upon getting the final measurement.

"Well! Just in the... double-dee territory. You should be proud, trainer. Quite the eye-turner! Though, any more than that and she'd be getting all kinds of back pain... I assume you've got her on a steady diet?" She asks as she winds the tape up and tucks it into a hip-mounted pouch and starts rooting around in it for something else.

"R-right, yeah, steady diet. She's getting well-fed and is working hard! But... yeah, she's proud of her size too, so there's no intention to downsize, y'know?" Emma replies, a bit of a scattered response as she and Lizzy hadn't ever really spoken about it. But the lack of real response from Elizabeth told her that she wasn't far off the mark.

Jenn smiles as she pulls out a small tube-like item and nods, looking at Emma as the shorter trainer stands beside her mare. "That's good. Good care of a mare is something we like to see in trainers. We'll add that to the report. Though, work on her discipline? We can't be having her scramble about just for having a tit touched, capisce?"

"G-got it. Anything else?" Emma asks as she watches Jenn twist the little device she had pulled from her bag, causing it to extend slightly and a little red light on top to begin blinking.

"Hm? Obviously. If you would be so kind, we need a speed record for her. I understand your ranch owner is running a race for us. Insert this-" she says while handing Emma the small finger-sized cylinder, "into her vaginal canal, or anal we don't care, and it'll give us a little GPS ping so we can track her speed during the race. Yes, yes, there are better ways to do it, trust me I know, but rules are rules."

Emma and Lizzy were both staring a bit blankly but the trainer nods slowly as the mare's legs sneak closed, trying to hide a quiver in her loins as she desperately "hated" the idea. Her body, Lizzy's, was craving some insertion, but her mind, Elizabeth's, was refusing to come to grips with that.

"I... understand, ma'am. I'll ensure it goes in before the race. It'll probably be better for me to put it in-"

"Trainer and mare relationship, yes yes. That's the idea. We just need to see it go in or confirm it's in there. So either wait for later to slip it in or we can always probe her." Jenn says as she dusts off her hands and turns to walk out of Lizzy's stall, the mare blushing wide at the thought of this woman "poking around" inside her to identify this little tracker. "Well, that's it doll. Thank you for your cooperation, pony. Good luck in your season!" Jenn gives the pair a little wave and heads out, grabbing her partner by the arm and dragging him from the sill of the barred window to Lizzy's stall. "And you... pervy little voyeur..."

"I'm a professional! I'm inspecting!" The man, Scott, chirps back as the two head out to find Rhea and report their completion of their inspections.

Emma glances at Lizzy, the tracker in her palm and smiles weakly.

"At least it's not an ear tag... they used to do those, you know. Some still do for a traditional look!"