Running Free

Emma wracked her brain. She was stuck.

It was already the second day of the second week of the traditional training period for seasonal mares and she was still without one of her own. She had less than one week and Rhea knew it. Emma knew it. And soon, if she didn't find a willing submissive who would allow herself to be treated like a horse for the entire pony racing season, she was doomed to be a stable hand again.

Emma sighed as she banged her head on the table at the coffee shop she sat at, sighing deeply.

"You've looked better, Em."

The blue-haired girl shot upright as she felt a hand brush over her back and shoulder, looking to see who had spoken and felt her breath leave her.

Standing beside her was a tall, 5'11" girl with long, flowing blonde hair and a cheerful smile. She had an athletic string bag slung over her shoulder and an apron over the other. She wore tight jeans, conforming to her shapely, and evidently toned, legs and a loose T-shirt that still did very little to hide her ample assets though Emma thought she could detect a sports bra beneath it.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, cuz. What, you didn't hear I was back in town?"

Emma leaps forward, hugging her cousin Elizabeth tightly, squeezing her belly as she all but stumbles out of her cafe chair. "Lizzy! It's been forever!" Emma says, excitedly clutching her taller, more muscular, athletic cousin before realizing this was maybe inappropriate as the top of her head brushed into Elizabeth's underbust repeatedly. Emma straightened up and stood back, smiling at Elizabeth. "S-sorry, just haven't seen you in... what-?"

"Three years. Not since you went off for that apprenticeship. How is that going?" Elizabeth asks as she takes the seat opposite Emma's, ushering the shorter blue-haired girl back to her original seat with a scowl on the younger girl's face.

"Not... well, no, it was going great, but now I'm in a bit of a tight spot. I have to find a... well, I need to find a partner who's willing to go the whole nine yards with me or I'll lose my chance to become a trainer. Uh, I mean a professional..." Emma avoids Elizabeth's gaze fairly unsuccessfully. The blonde had a piercing crystal-blue gaze and pretty facial features, rosy cheeks, and a sharp jawline softened by her generally friendly expression.

"A professional... trainer? Like, a physical trainer or something?" Elizabeth asks as she "borrows" Emma's coffee cup and takes a sip.

Emma stammers a bit but nods. "Uh... y-yeah. Something like that. It is very physical. I-"

"Beth! Hurry up and get over here. You're late!"

Elizabeth looks up and scowls at the grouchy man who'd yelled at her from behind the cafe's bar and sulked a bit. "I'm not even on the clock for ten minutes, dickhead... I swear, I hate this job, but nobody else was hiring and I'm flat-broke after finishing college. Can you believe I couldn't get an internship or anything to get my foot in the door? What a waste..."

Emma stares at her cousin as the older by a few years, taller by several inches, and more experienced by several measures girl sulked about her job. A job that likely paid too little, was too harsh, and wasn't being a pony.

Emma stands up suddenly, slapping her palms on the table as she leans forward.

"Liz, would you be my mare!?"

It had been a long and very awkward drive from the city and through the countryside as Emma and Elizabeth shared the former's truck, a capable vehicle with a metal tool chest in the flatbed and a few extra storage compartments for carrying pony gear. Not that the layperson would know.

"Okay... go over it one more time. Ponygirls?" Elizabeth asks, her eyes darting back and forth as she tries to figure out why she had said a cautious yes to any of this.

"It... it goes like this. I've been studying to compete in... uh, human pony racing. It's... well, it's very lucrative, that's a start. But... basically, a rider and her mare, her pony, compete in various events for... well, gambling basically. Rich folks bet on the races, the teams take home a portion of the money, depending on their placement. There's-"

"There's more. But... that's insane. Why would anyone pay money for this? Is it some..." Elizabeth stumbles on her word for a moment and turns her head, completely avoiding Emma's gaze, "is it some... fetish... thing?"

Emma swallows heavily. She knew it was, but if Elizabeth got scared off by that... she was doomed. But... she owed Elizabeth as much truth as possible. "U-uh... yeah, sorta. I w-won't lie to you. The... the human ponies are... well, they're very much treated like horses."

The blonde doesn't turn. "So... what, like... prancing and eating from a trough or something?"

"And being naked..." Emma adds, blushing wildly as she slows down on the country road as they arrive at their destination. A dirt and gravel road with a big metal sign reading "Rhea's Riders Ranch." The blue-haired girl doesn't start down the drive, instead reaching over to place her hand on Elizabeth's thigh. "L-look, you coming out this far at all is more than I could have hoped for. If you'd like, we can turn around now and never speak of this again."

There was a long, long pause between the two before Elizabeth shook her head, hair bobbing gently. "No... I'd like to see what... see what you've been up to for three years. You must be dedicated to stick it out like that. Let's... just find out."

Emma's mouth felt dry as she put the truck back into drive and glided down the long, long driveway slowly. The dirt road was flanked by sunbaked fences and broad, grassy fields with trees dotting the terrain. Emma knew that her compatriots, other trainers, would be out training their mares right now and Elizabeth would be getting a good look as they came along.

And she wasn't wrong. Emma looked over at Elizabeth to see her cousin's eyes glued to a pony and trainer pair, the latter carrying a riding crop in one hand and the leather reins attached to a sturdy bit harness in her other. The pony was utterly naked, not a single scrap of clothing, besides a set of pony boots reaching midway up her calf. She had braided blonde hair, a bit dirtier than Elizabeth's, and seemed to be obediently obeying her trainer as she lifted her knees high with each and every step, hefting those heavy pony boots up as she marched along the side of the road heading back towards a large ranch house, stable, and barn arranged in a loose triangle with a dirt lot with a few cars parked neatly near the large two-story ranch house. The blonde slowly rolled the window down, enamored by the sight as the naked woman seemed unfazed by her condition, proudly marching along. Elizabeth jumped in her seat as the trainer suddenly swatted the pony's buttock. "Knee up, Biscuit! Every step, knees up, not a single step faltering. You'll learn to appreciate the need for it..."

Emma watched from the corner of her eye as Elizabeth hung on the window, staring at the pony and trainer duo. She knew it was over... Elizabeth would never agree to any of this and Emma was doomed to another year as a stable hand.

And, worse, as she pulled up to the ranch house, Rhea Silverstone was waiting for her. The old woman leaning on the porch, chatting with one of the trainers as she watched Emma's truck pull in. The trainer was dismissed and Rhea stood upright, snuffing her cigarette and waiting for Emma to park and get out to come talk. She did so, but paused to look at Elizabeth first.

"We... we don't have to talk about any of this ever again... I'll go tell my boss, uhm, she's right up there, that I couldn't find a mare... and I'll drive you-"

"We can go talk to her..."

There was a long, long pause as the two cousins stared at each other, blushes on each of their cheeks.

"We can go talk to her. I'd... I'd like to hear what she has to say." Elizabeth repeated.

Emma was too stunned to answer and merely nodded, choking out a weak "okay" before stepping out of the truck. The pair walked up the steps and stood in front of Rhea, the old woman looking Elizabeth up and down. Her eyes lingered on the athletic girl's legs and a quiet hum escaped her throat.

"Curious choice. A bit busty, big ass, even for a toned girl. Good genetics on her though." She said candidly, stepping forward as Elizabeth sucks in a breath at being analyzed and so brazenly commented on. Worse, Rhea reached out to pinch her buttock. "Soft, too. Tense up, girl." She orders and, amazingly, Elizabeth does, wordlessly. Rhea hums again, seemingly impressed. "Obedient too. Not a word of complaint. Inside, both of you." She says, giving Elizabeth a little spank as she releases her pinch and glares at Emma. "Almost at your deadline and you find... well, we'll talk. Inside."

Emma feels like she's in for a thrashing but, as she follows her cousin into the ranch house, can only help but notice the tall blonde is silent. She steps carefully, says nothing, and her right hand reaches behind to gently rub her bottom, seemingly thoughtful as the pair make it into the hallway before Rhea stops both with a click of her tongue.

"Emma. Come here." She orders. The short girl, barely 5'2", turns and walks to Rhea, unable to quite meet her gaze. "Are you wasting my time, girl? You know inspection of the mares is at nine. Twenty minutes ago. So you've missed the day one deadline... so she'll be getting a personal inspection instead. Think she can handle that as an initiation? Is she ready to pass inspection? My grooming standards are second to none, girl."

Emma feels like Rhea is dropping bricks on her head with each comment, each wrench in the plan, the condition of Elizabeth, her "mare." But, meekly, she nods. She doesn't even know if Elizabeth can pass the inspection... but now isn't the time to think about that. She was operating on instinct and pure, reckless hope. "Yes, ma'am. I'll make sure of it... um... could I have a few minutes in the bathroom to make sure?"

Rhea Silverstone nods and points down the hall. "You know where it is. I hope your mare can handle it." She says, easily loud enough for Elizabeth to hear as the blonde stares at the pair, her lips pursed and eyes widened.

Emma trots away from her gray-haired mentor and grabs Elizabeth's wrist, tugging her cousin down the hall and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind them. The bathroom was large and utilitarian, with few decorations but not otherwise unpleasant. The countertop was, oddly, quite short, barely 3 feet tall with a few small, rounded grooves set near each of the two sinks with a gigantic mirror, showing Emma Elizabeth's wild, blushing expression.

"Emma..." she murmured, turning to face her cousin. "What... does she mean inspection? Am... did you tell her I would be your... be your pony? I... I didn't agree to that... not... not yet, really."

Emma blushes as she walks over to the countertop and raps her knuckles on it, looking at Elizabeth through the mirror, her shapely jeans, the T-shirt she wore and the expression on her face. Emma couldn't bear to look at her directly. "I... I think I did. I had to. This... it means everything to me."

Elizabeth walks right up to Emma, grabs her by the shoulder, and slaps her across the cheek. She stands t here, mouth working open and closed as she tries to think of what to actually say before, perhaps surprisingly, whispers something soft. "Okay. What do I have to do? This is your dream, right? And... and it's lucrative, right? I'd never have to work again after this is over?"

Emma, still stunned from the slap, can barely figure out what Elizabeth said for a moment before nodding frantically. "Y-yes! Um, race teams make a percentage of the overall wager... it's traditional that trainers put twenty percent of that into an account for their mare to claim after... after the season, or when she retires."

"Seasons. How long." Elizabeth asks, releasing Emma and crossing her arms across her stomach, pacing slowly and nervously.

"Twelve races in a season. Typically one per Saturday. So-"

"Three months. Is that all? I just... I just be your pony, run twelve races, and go home rich?"

Emma felt her heart sink. No. That wasn't it... but if she told Elizabeth everything... "A-and there's eight weeks of training before the season, for the ones who don't do this full time. We're... two weeks into that training schedule. So..."

"So I have six weeks to be trained by you and then race naked like a pony?" Elizabeth asks, turning and glaring at her cousin, emotions bouncing all over the walls of the bathroom.

Emma nods, breathless. "Y-yeah... that's... that's about it."

The blonde finally sighs and laces her fingers in front of her, twiddling her thumbs as she stares at her feet. "What do I have to do?"

Emma swallows. This was it. She... she was going to do it. "Just... follow my orders. To a tee. No arguments... no major ones, anyway. You're just..."

"Your mare."

Emma stared at Elizabeth for a long, long moment before nodding. "My mare. Think you can handle it? It won't be easy... and it will hurt... a lot. Often."

Elizabeth sucked in a slow breath. There were secrets she kept from Emma too. "I can do it. Let's begin. I-inspection, right?"

Emma nods frantically as she reaches under the cabinets of the countertop and pulls out a small case. "Y-yes! If you're going to be a mare... well, there's rules, set by the ranch where you're housed. Rhea... she requires mares be nude at all times except for required training gear and be clean from the neck down... if you know what I mean." She flips the case open to reveal a set of shaving equipment; shaving cream and straight razors as well as aftershave balm and some sort of "glistening oil" though the purpose was yet undetermined.

Elizabeth stares blankly at Emma, blood draining from her face. "S-shaving? You're... going to shave me?"

Emma, realizing she had a razor in hand, blushes. "U-uh, just... from the neck down!"

"That's not the point! I-"

"Girls! What's the holdup! I have a schedule to keep!"

Both cousins turned and stared at the closed door as Rhea called through it, sounding livid. They exchanged a glance and Elizabeth stuck out her hand, turning away from Emma. "Give me the razor. I'll do it!"

Emma was about to when she remembered one critical detail.

"But I'm your trainer..."

They shared another tense glance before looking at the door. Emma's hopes and dreams lay on the other side of it. Elizabeth's utter humiliation was right alongside it. The older girl, cousin to Emma, busty and impressive by every human metric, looked at her younger, shorter cousin with pity and let out a short, pained whine of defeat.

"F-fine... just... tell me what to do."

Emma's face flushes with color as she sets the razor aside and approaches her cousin. "Just put your hands up for a minute..." she starts to roll Elizabeth's shirt up as she does, pulling it and her cousin's bra up and off. Emma had been right, it was a sports bra and even so Elizabeth had looked endowed but once free, her healthy bust bounced out, revealing a comfortable D-cup or higher! Emma, a diminutive-by-comparison B-cup, had to shake herself aware and turned Elizabeth towards the bathroom mirror, lifting one arm up to reveal a bit of armpit hair. She foams up some shaving cream and rubs it in swiftly. "I've done this for mares I helped with dozens of times... just sit tight, Lizzy..." Emma says quickly as she does deftly and expertly shave one armpit and then the other, inspecting her cousin's body carefully and blushing madly as she does.

And then she finds herself in front of Elizabeth and looking down at her buttoned jeans. She sheepishly looks at Elizabeth who bites her lip, panting softly as she holds her hands up high, leaving herself exposed. "D-don't... stop now, Em..." she whimpers as her knees press into each other. Emma does as she's urged and reaches to unbutton and tug Elizabeth's jeans down and off her legs, stepping out of them before Emma goes to remove her panties. She looks up at Elizabeth with a thankful expression.

"Whatever happens... thank you for doing this for me, Liz." With a shared inhale, the blue-haired girl tugs her cousin's tight athletic panties down, sliding the boyshorts down quickly and, due to their dark color, completely fails to notice a faint damp patch...

Emma wastes no time in lathering up some shaving cream and applying it directly to Elizabeth's mons, rubbing the cream into her pubic hairs that were quite untrimmed. She makes very short work of them with careful strokes, running the sharp razor along her cousin's crotch and pussy with an increasingly trance-like condition, focusing on the task and not the vagina in front of her eyes. With her cousin shaven clean, Emma stands up and notices her mare panting softly. She makes brief eye contact with Elizabeth breaks. The trainer quickly grabs the aftershave balm and applies some to Elizabeth's armpits first and then, timidly, reaches down to rub it into the shaven loins of her cousin. Elizabeth squeaks softly, catching Emma's wrist but only follows the smaller girl's movements as she massages it in, leaving her buttery smooth and panting from the intimacy of the action.

Lastly, Emma grabs the "glistening oil" and squirts out a bit into her hand again, approaching Elizabeth and clearing her throat gently. "Rhea... likes her mares being eye catching and impressive, regardless of their physicality. Just... bear it for today." She says before touching her oil-coated hand to Elizabeth's breasts, one by one, and massaging the oil on. It sticks to her tightly, soaking in and coating her skin thoroughly without seeming to seep in, instead lingering and maintaining a persistent sheen, catching the light as Elizabeth looks at herself in the mirror, turning and twisting. Distracted as she was by her own nudity and the shine of the oil, she doesn't notice Emma reaching for her pussy, catching her by surprise as Emma starts rubbing the oil onto and into her labia. Elizabeth yowls and catches Emma's hands, staring the shorter girl down. No words pass between them and, gradually, the blonde releases her cousin's hand and turns her head up, closing her eyes before nodding once.

Emma resumes brushing the oil in and then runs her hand around Elizabeth's waist to keep her informed where she was going and rubs more oil into Elizabeth's buttocks, leaving her "eye catching assets" glistening in the bathroom lights. Finally finished, Emma packs up the equipment and goes for the door.

"Lizzy? It's time to go." Emma murmurs, staring her buck nude cousin down as Elizabeth stares at herself in the mirror. She blushed bright red, cheeks burning.

And, though she wouldn't admit it yet, her cheeks weren't the only thing burning as a drop, indistinguishable from the glistening oil, dripped from her labia and down her inner thigh.

"Yes... let's go." She says, strutting over to Emma shyly, covering her mons with one hand and her chest with the other, shyly leaving her clothes behind. She was to be a mare, she was to be nude, after all.

The pair walk down the hall into Rhea's office where the old woman sits, rolling a fresh cigarette and tucking it in her sleek cigarette case. She looks at the clock on the wall and frowns.

"I trained you better than that, Emma. Was your mare giving you trouble?" She asks, admonishing the blue-haired trainer.

The aforementioned trainer shudders and shakes her head. "N-no, ma'am. I am sorry. I... she needed a thorough preparation for inspection."

Silverstone stares at Elizabeth who had fallen quite silent and clicks her tongue. "And yet you didn't even teach her the basics. Where did you find her, the side of the road?" She stands from her chair and walks around her heavy oak desk slowly before stopping just in front of it. She points at the floor centered in front of her desk where a small patch of well-worn boards stood out from the rest of the hardwood. "Mare! Stand there. Feet apart, hands on your head."

Elizabeth's eyes widen suddenly as she realizes those instructions would leave her defenseless, her freshly-shaven pussy on display, her breasts exposed, her ass out... and yet. Elizabeth walks timidly to the indicated spot and does as she was told. The forceful instruction of the older woman set her instincts ablaze and she raised her hands, placing them atop her head and widens her feet, shuffling nervously as she knows everything is on display now and that oil did not make her feel more comfortable.

And then she screamed as Rhea spanked her bottom hard, catching Elizabeth by the chin and keeping her upright. Emma stepped forward just to freeze in place as the old woman glared at her. "Keep your hands on your head, mare. Your trainer clearly did you a disservice by not preparing you for this. You're both late and, as Emma knows, a mare will take the punishment for her trainer. Emma... do not permit yourself to be late again with no excuse." The old woman spanked Elizabeth again, earning another sharp yell from the mid-twenties girl as she started to step forward, just to have her foot caught by a redirecting kick from Rhea, putting her foot right back where it had been. Two more spanks, these two a bit lower and aimed at the seat of Elizabeth's bottom, got her to break into a short sob before Rhea grabbed her hair and walked her forward, bending her at the waist and planting Elizabeth's ample bust on the wooden desk before turning to Emma.

"Emma. The documents for you and your mare are on the desk. Sign yours, indicate your mare's name, her people name, and if she is willing after all, have her sign hers. Then you will finish her punishment."

Emma and Elizabeth share a frantic gaze for a moment, the latter looking over her shoulder as tears began rolling down her cheeks and the latter too frozen with indecision to act immediately. But, slowly, she walked to the desk and looked at the documents. Hers were simple. She signed her name and dated it. Elizabeth's were... more complicated. At the very least, there were a couple extra boxes. The first being for Elizabeth's name, where Emma wrote down "Elizabeth Drew" but after that was her pony name.

[Mare's Name:]

Emma looked at her cousin, her naked, spanked, freshly-shaven, glistening, sniffling cousin planted on the desk, breasts squished flat as Rhea held her down. She scrawled in a name.

[Mare's Name: Lucky Lizzy]

Then she looked to Rhea who released her hold on the base of Elizabeth's scalp and let her push herself up. Emma reached down and petted her cousin while laying the document and a pen in front of her. She whispered softly. "You don't... you don't have to do this."

Elizabeth looked at her cousin, her knees wobbling and her thighs twitching. She could feel Rhea staring at her ass. She'd gotten used to that sensation at college when playing volleyball or running track. But this wasn't a sexual stare like those had been. It was... investigatory. The blonde slowly grabbed the pen and, with a thudding heart, signed her name on the document, officially designating her as Emma's mare for the entire season.

"Good. Emma, spank her until her bottom is bright red. That will teach her the punishment for tardiness. Then take her to get her measured and fitted, the quartermaster should have some spare gear to borrow while you get custom gear made." Rhea Silverstone smiled as she stepped forward, brushing her hand over Lucky Lizzy's back and then patted her protégé on the shoulder. "Welcome to the stables, Trainer Emma and Mare Lucky Lizzy. I'm sure you'll have a wonderful season."