Running Free

Lizzy groaned and writhed as little waves of pain radiated from her uterus. Sure, she was familiar with the sensation of a period, she wasn't a child, this wasn't new. But given the multiple weeks of training and hours upon hours of running, trotting, flogging and cropping, not to mention the awkward positions she was forced to be in for the purposes of being a pony, her entire body ached. Enough that she hadn't even guessed that the cramps she'd been feeling yesterday were a warning of her menstrual cycle. Once she'd been tended to and sent out of the training pen, she'd spent the remainder of the afternoon in her stall with occasional trips out with Emma to refresh her tampon or get meals and water. Emma had filled her in on the new plan that the two of them would be spending the duration of her period out on the "equine's" grazing pasture, so not... her grazing pasture, with the other ponygirls.

She rolled over on her cot and blushed, thinking about how she'd found so much belonging and ownership in a grassy field with a bunch of other mostly-nude women trotting around in hoof boots. What was this place doing to her? Why did she... like it?

The loud, sturdy locks on the stable door clunked open and the fluorescent lights lining the roof clicked on, indicating it was wake-up time. By the time Lizzy managed to get up, other mares were already clip-clopping about as they moved to meet their trainers for morning grooming. Lizzy was a bit unsure exactly what would become of her today. She was still nude, unbooted, unbitted, totally... average. A regular, naked human. Emma had even removed the panel gag last night as she went to clean off Lizzy's tack and gear, so for the first time since arriving here, Elizabeth had been able to sleep completely comfortably. Naked, sure, but it was warm enough in the stable that it wasn't unpleasant. Sure, the cot could use some upgrades to the padding, but...

She shook her head and moved away from the wooden wall of her stall as the gate opened and Emma stepped in cautiously, peering in at her nude cousin.

"You awake already, Liz? We just need to make inspection in... well, much lighter gear. Rhea's being nice about it. She said you could go minimal on your gear. Apparently a couple other mares are... ahem cycling right now too, but they're all veterans so it's a mixed bag as to who's doing what." Emma said as she walked into the stall and guided Elizabeth down to the stool in the stall, usually reserved for Emma when fiddlign with tack, but worked to sit a mare down too. She then crouched down beside Lizzy, setting down a pair of what looked like high heels, some padded leather wrist cuffs, and a small cardboard box. "She did say another mare or two might be joining us with the equines... basically easier since at least one trainer will be there to supervise, y'know? Since I'm already there. For today, we can skip any kind of shaving and stuff, but I'd like to get your pad refreshed and shower you down a bit. So come along. Just gotta get your borrowed hooves on."

The rookie ponygirl raised an eyebrow at Emma when she grabbed the first of the "high heels" but as Emma unclipped the heel strap, she saw it wasn't a typical piece of footwear. It was still dim in the stall since Emma hadn't turned on the stall's individual lighting and was just using the main lights of the stable. But even still, she could see that the "high heel" was just a minimalist pony boot. It had a hoof-shaped platform with enough strapping and material to support her ankle and keep it attached. It was starkly different from her usual boots which reached her thighs. Instead, these short, lightweight hooves were more for the appearance and for keeping her ankle posture consistent while not wearing "real" ponyboots. It slipped on fairly easily and Emma strapped each hoof on snugly before offering Lizzy a hand. The mare took it and Emma helped her up with the world spinning around Lizzy as standing up so suddenly had left her dizzy for a moment and gravity forced some blood around and into uncomfortable places. Emma held onto her hand and wrapped the first cuff around her wrist, causing Lizzy to whine softly.

"Is... this really necessary? What am I going to do like this?" She whispered, gesturing with her eyes at her unsuitable hooves as Emma took her other hand and cuffed them in front of Lizzy.

Emma snickered softly but cinched the cuffs tight connected them with the little clip between them all the same. "Afraid so. Appearances are a bitch sometimes. Come on, you're not showering in here." She gently guided Lizzy out and gave her some space to walk on unfamiliar hooves. The mare stepped cautiously since the new hooves were light. She barely even noticed they were there just by her muscle memory and they made a crisp and light clip-clipping sound as she walked, compared to the heavier, metal-capped sound of her usual boots. Her boots. She could feel the stares of the other ponygirls as she was paraded out of the stable down the central hall, blushing madly as Emma held her cuffed wrist and carried that small box with her as they went outside.

Casually, Emma walks her mare directly to the equipment barn and into a small shower room the blonde had never seen in here. Genuinely private, tiled, and with a detachable hose, it was far nicer than the usual bondage posts the mares were bathed at. Emma turned on the shower as she pushed Lizzy up against the cool tiles of the wall and began spraying warm water over her mare's body, slowly brushing off dust and some dried leaked blood. Emma carefully pulled out the overnight-soaked tampon in Lizzy's slit before directing the spray right at her folds. Elizabeth squeals and writhes a bit, her knees bowing inwards as she fights to keep her hands out of the way and avoid punishment but she certainly wished to cover herself as Emma knelt down and ran a soft sponge over and through her labia. Some soap and shampoo later and Emma finally finishes the shower with a thorough rinse, dabbing off the water with a soft towel and let the panting Elizabeth stand and recover for a moment while finally going into the small box she had. She pulled out a period pad and peeled it open, approaching Lizzy with a calm expression.

"Go on, spread those legs a bit and I'll stick this on. We gotta make it to inspection."

Lizzy whined softly but did as she was told. Unbitted and ungagged as she was, it was purely her choice not to speak. Or, perhaps more accurately, she was almost uncomfortable speaking to Emma by this point. It was instead far simpler to just spread her legs a bit as Emma crouched down and brought the cotton pad up, pressing adhesive flaps to her bare skin and adhering it to her directly. Elizabeth blushed. This wasn't how... these kinds of things were typically supposed to be applied... but she definitely was not in a typical situation.

Emma stands up and makes short work of pulling Lizzy's golden blonde hair into her usual single ponytail style before giving Lizzy's cheek an affectionate pat. She takes Lizzy's hands again and leads the freshly-washed mare out of the barn and over to the inspection posts. Being one of the first few there, Lizzy had a fair amount of time to just stand there and get used to these new lightweight heels and the absorbent pad attached to her groin. The pad itself was just long enough to cover her vagina while leaving her anus exposed but even with her second hole exposed Emma hadn't even mentioned putting her tail in. Seems like she was getting off easy for the duration of her cycle. And as other ponies arrived fully tacked and saddled for a day of training, Lizzy's cheeks only burned brighter as she felt both under- and over-dressed compared to them. No tail, no saddle, no bridle she lacked many of the trappings of being a mare but with a tampon covering her pussy, a near-requirement of being a mare was covered up and hidden away. She could feel the judgement of the other ponygirls as, one-by-one, they filed into place and waited for Rhea to arrive for the morning's inspection. All the while, Lizzy fought against the urge to cover herself with her cuffed hands, instead opting to interlock her fingers and rest them on her belly, tucking her arms in and trying to avoid looking around too much as she stood there freshly washed in warm water, for the first time since she'd gotten here, with a lightly-crinkling pad stuck to her crotch while she wore flimsy hoofed heels and a whole lot of nothing else.

Why did not being restrained and bound in humiliating gear make her feel more humiliated?

Lizzy and Emma made their way towards the boarding pasture at a slow pace. Rhea had barely looked at Lizzy during inspection, something the ponygirl found yet more humiliating given her current condition, and the two had been sent off to Emma's tasking and Lizzy told to stick close to her trainer while dealing with her cramps. The mare sure didn't mind an "easy" day but Emma had moved her hands behind her back now, along with cuffing them at the elbow as well as her wrists to make it a bit more restrictive. And, as a consequence, kept her arms pulled further back and her bare chest pressed outwards. The continued lack of a bridle and bit meant Emma had thrown a simple rope around Lizzy's waist and used it as a lead to guide the ponygirl along, earning a few snickers here and there from other ponies at the blonde's humiliating condition.

"Is... all this... really necessary?" Lizzy squeaked out, still deeply uncomfortable with talking around the ranch after weeks spent with a bit in her teeth. The two had arrived at the boarding pasture and Taylor Silverstone was already here, checking on some of the dozen equine arrivals in preparation for Emma joining in to tend to them.

The blue-haired trainer snorted and led Lizzy through the main gate and latched it behind her, nodding. "Of course it is. You're out of your tack, not bitted, and could definitely cause some trouble with your hands out front. Do you want me to strap you up tight and get your tail back in?" She asked, glancing at her mostly-nude mare who quickly quieted down with a rapid shake of her head, causing her body to shake and jiggle a bit from the vehement denial of being plugged and restrained. "That's what I thought. You'll be in here."

Lizzy followed obediently as Emma walked her to a small and clean lean-to barn. Made up of three walls and a slanted roof, it blocked out the sun and had a smooth concrete floor to make walking easy compared to the grassy, knotted texture of the pasture around it. The lean-to had its back wall incorporated into the exterior fence of the pasture fence itself and offered a great view of the majority of the grassy field and any occupants while providing some privacy from outsiders looking in. The 12 horses trotting around, either exploring their new location or following Taylor around spooked Lizzy slightly. They were much bigger than she'd expected and she was grateful to be isolated in this barn for now. Underneath the shelter were a few wooden benches bolted to the side walls and some bales of straw, both as a snack for the horses and somewhere to sit that wasn't hard wood.

Emma untied the rope around her mare's waist and gave Lizzy a little nudge on the hip, forcing her to sit on a wooden bench while she crouched down to inspect the hoof heels. Seeing that they were still snug and weren't chafing, she keeps her hand around the back of Lizzy's ankle as she stands, dragging her fingers up the backside of Elizabeth's calf and knee, making the nude girl shiver and causes goosebumps to prickle up on her skin. She grips Lizzy's knee for a moment before finally letting her hand slip off the ponygirl's leg. Emma starts backpedaling towards the grass of the pasture, looking at Elizabeth for a moment longer while giving less-than-strict orders. "I'm going to go help Taylor, you're free to stick around here and rest or get some exercise and wander around. Just don't push yourself too hard and keep your distance from the horses for now. Take all of this as a good chance to rest your muscles and come back stronger once the flow stops." She teases, poking a finger towards Lizzy's groin and making the mare clamp her thighs together to hide away the period pad stuck to her pussy.

Elizabeth merely nods, blushing as this was indeed another first for her, having someone else so involved in her typical body functions.

Emma heads off, going to catch up with Taylor and leaving Lizzy to watch the horses trot around and listen to the wind and the nearby stream. The horses were big, healthy, full-grown equines. The ponygirl blushed at the thought that she was emulating them to the best of her ability now. The bestial actions she'd been trained to perform were shown in their full, natural beauty here. Like the sudden and quick gallops of a couple horses testing the limits of their freedom here. Or another mare shaking out her mane, letting it flutter in the wind or the simple act of shaking her tail to flick off some flies. Every time she heard it, that heavy, thudding stamp of a stallion's hoof in the sod as it trampled past, chasing or being chased by a couple of mares, Elizabeth's heart pounded almost in rhythm to it...

Lizzy felt a hot blush form in her cheeks as her eyes were, perhaps naturally or perhaps out of perverse curiosity, drawn to a big black stallion's equipment as it strutted by, checking out some mares of its own species. The full-grown male was definitely intact and sported a heavy pair of testicles that seemed larger than the human girl could really make sense of. Bigger than her fist, easily, but it was tricky to tell from a distance. Sure, she'd seen horses on TV before, knew what they were, understood their biology a bit from high school biology class, might have even seen one or two at a fairgrounds before... but now? Here? She was seeing full, live, healthy horses in all their majesty and they were really just arm's reach away. She wasn't even forbidden from going to see them, there was no fence keeping her in this stable... and she was a mare too!

Cautiously, she stands up and steps off the concrete floor of the barn, heading towards the big stallion. She looks around and spots Emma and Taylor chatting far off with a couple of horses under their control using standard leads. The stallion she was approaching didn't even need to turn its head to see her, that big, dark eye staring at her before he flicked his head and trotted off towards the other horses, leaving her by herself as it blended into the herd.

While she watched the big stallion mingle with its kind, a few others seemed to take a similar curiosity in Lizzy as she did in them. Likely just curious as to who or what was sharing this field with them, two horses, both mares by her estimation of their bodily structure, paced over to her to check her out. One was a marbled black and white and the other brown with white accents about its nose and ankles. Lizzy blushed as they came up to her and just kept getting bigger! By the time the two mares got up to her, she was looking up at them, and Lizzy was already pushing 6'2" in her hoofed platform heels.

They were marvelous to her. And with her arms bound behind her and chest forced outwards and her posture forced straight up, she was quite the spectacle for these horses to behold. They came up close, making Lizzy flinch and stiffen up as a mare's nose brushed against her chest, sniffing and snorting deeply and prodding at her with their noses. They only needed a little force that translated into frantic movements on Lizzy's part to keep from toppling over from the "gentle" pushes from the big animals. Lizzy staggered and stumbled as the equines investigated their human compatriot until a sharp whistle and rustling noise got the female equines' attention. Ears suddenly perked up and they turned to see Emma and Taylor dispensing the morning meal and both horses trotted over to join the rest of the herd and left Elizabeth oddly hot and bothered. Her bare chest, thigh, and hips were smeared with wetness from the horses' nose from all their inspections and, despite all intentions to the contrary, she was soaking her pad between her legs. Blushing as she turned away and let the two mares run off for food, she made her way back to the barn just to be surprised upon seeing a new occupant there. The occupant in question being a smirking, red-and-black-colored mare with unbound arms, no bit, tall boots and full-arms sleeves with a hand on her hip and the other waving playfully at Lizzy.

"Meet your idol, eh filly?" Chancy Checkers asks with a teasing and playful tone as Lizzy timidly moves back under the shade of the lean-to, too shy to speak immediately despite her lack of a bit and Checkers definitely notices. She struts right up to Lizzy, hooves clicking on the concrete, and wraps an arm around Lizzy's bare and unadorned waist to guide her to a straw bale. "You can talk, you know? Your trainer would have bitted you if she didn't want you talking." She teased as she spun around first and plopped down on the bale casually. Lizzy tried to follow suit and immediately yelped and hopped up as prickly straw poked her in the bottom, earning a snicker from Checkers. "Takes some getting used to." She pats the bale again and flattens it out, trying to be helpful for the restrained mare.

Lizzy blushed at having her actual idol mare tease her and tried sitting down again, much more carefully this time, and shifted and pressed down to try and make a comfortable space beside Checkers before finally and carefully asking, "So... uhm, not to be rude, but why are you here? Are you helping with the horses too?"

Checkers' mouth opened briefly in a bit of surprise, at least to Elizabeth's estimation, but quickly recovered and shook her head before reaching over and running her smooth fingers over Lizzy's bare thigh, caressing her way toward Lizzy's inner thigh before finally giving the pad buried between Lizzy's toned thighs a gentle poke, though all the wetness contained it in muffled any crinkle it might have given off. "Same reason as you, cutie. And, I think that's the first time I've ever heard you speak." She said, a bit of marvel in her voice as she tentatively spread her legs apart and let Lizzy get a quick peek between them to spy a small string peeking out from between Checkers' labia before closing them back up and winking. "Trainer said I could just loiter in here today, on the condition I ran around with the equines for a while. Something about a trainer being here to supervise me. Almost makes me think she doesn't want me around." She sits back and removes her hand from Lizzy's thigh and looks wistfully at the horses crowding the redhead and blue-haired trainer in the distance. "And... I might have begged for it a little bit. I... this is my favorite time of the season. Seeing them." She says as she admires the beauty of the equine form. Lizzy could hear admiration in Checkers' voice as she kept speaking. "The height, the build... fast, so gentle yet powerful. They're curious things, which I'm sure you noticed, but also so... guiding. You can watch and see which ones are in charge if you know what to look for... and you can even see when they're in heat and stuff... I mean, why else do they come out here, you know? It's basically a sex retreat for horny horses!" Checkers said as she glanced over at Lizzy, smirking as the younger blonde blushed at the idea of the equines' estrus.

Casually, Checkers suddenly turned away from Lizzy and swung her legs over the bale and stood, her hooves clicking a couple times as she stepped over and stood behind Lizzy, gently grasping the girl's arms as they remained firmly bound behind her back. The blonde shivered as she felt Checkers' smooth hands running up her arms and caressing her shoulders slowly. "Though... I think you already know why they're here, don't you? Or maybe it was just instinct..." Checkers leans in close, all but resting her chin on Lizzy's shoulder as she gently drifts her hands down Lizzy's arms, to her sides, and back up underneath her armpits. "They were curious about you too... maybe they could tell you weren't exactly calm yourself..." her hands move forward and brush along Lizzy's bare breasts, cupping and squishing them together from the side. The movement was already making the blonde squeak and stiffen up as Checkers helps herself to the younger mare's ample chest. Her hands move deftly up and down the curve of Elizabeth's nearly double-D cup chest. Elizabeth clenches her restrained hands and grasps at nothing, trying to hold onto something just to feel Checkers slowly lean forward and press her lower abdomen into Lizzy's grasp. The blonde finds and tightly clutches the garter belt running just beneath Checkers' bellybutton and holds on tight as the mid-30s mare begins to ramp up her tit play, bouncing and caressing Lizzy's chest freely. She performs slow, forward-moving squeezes to imitate milking, making Lizzy's nipples stand on end from the sensation. Checkers attacks Lizzy's nipples with tugs and twists, not enough to hurt but more than enough to tease and please. The blonde whimpers and squirms, her legs pressing together tightly as pleasure and excitement race through her spine as Chancy plays with her chest. A sudden, playful spank causes her to bite her lip to keep from moaning loudly and possibly attracting Emma's attention as Checkers transitions her right hand over from Lizzy's spanked right tit to her left while the veteran mare's left hand cups and bounces her breast, jiggling and wobbling from the playful touch and focused teasing. It was clear Checkers was well-versed in pleasuring like this.

Gradually, Lizzy leans back into Checkers, feeling the older mare's B-cups against her bare back. She was whimpering as her legs subconsciously spread, as if begging for more attention, and Elizabeth's mind clamps them back together to hide the rapidly-staining maxi pad between her legs. Her brain was aggressively fighting her body for control as Checkers refused to let up, aggressively playing with Lizzy's mounds in full view of the equine herd. The unbound mare freely bounced, jiggled, spanked, caressed, squeezed, tugged, and pressed on every bit of Elizabeth's bare chest and made the poor mare squirm and moan, biting her lip almost hard enough to draw blood just to keep herself mostly quiet. Checkers suddenly leaning in and pressing her cheek to Lizzy's was enough to make her break, yelping and jumping as she panted and drooled, unable to fully control herself as Chancy's tit play made her weak.

"The stallions can almost smell you, too... at least, that's how it seems to me." She murmurs into Lizzy's ear. The blonde was blushing too badly and her biting had fully broken away to heavy panting, barely holding on as she squirmed against Chancy. "Each year... they come out here for their breeding season... they get to breed the mares naturally and then spend the last few days with breeding mounts for semen collection... good business for horse breeders... and sometimes Rhea has a teaser for them... a mare who gets in close... scenting for them... it drives them wild."

Lizzy gasps hotly as Checkers' breath caresses over her ear, stiffly turning her head to look at Checkers in the corner of her eye. The red and black mare was blushing too, but not out of humiliation as Lizzy was. It was closer to arousal with blood rushing to her cheeks in desire. Whether it was for the horses or Lizzy, the blonde could not guess nor care as she basked in the tender pleasure from the mare playing with her chest. Far from Emma's rapid sex toy fucking, nowhere near the pain and discomfort of floggers or crops on her ass, tits, and pussy... this was pleasure. Raw, unfiltered, and pure pleasure.

Checkers brushes her lips against Lizzy's ear, making the blonde shiver as she desperately fights back the urge to moan loudly or just cum immediately. The pleasure the early-thirties mare was pouring into her chest was enough to make her pop already but the veteran's teasing words just added on to Lizzy's budding humiliation fetish. "And... from the way you were looking at them... I bet you were imagining being an adorable teaser... weren't you? Getting in close," She says, while pressing her body right into Lizzy's, "sometimes petting or stroking them," Checkers adds, while taking both hands and making long, languid strokes down Elizabeth's cushioned chest, "and being there... right until they're ready to mount and breed..." Checkers draws her hands out, thumbs pinching onto her forefingers as she catches both of Lizzy's nipples in her grip and pulls outwards while looking over Lizzy's shoulder, her cheek to the blonde's cheek, "and only then do you slip away."

Lizzy finally lets out a genuine squealing moan as her arousal peaks but instead of finishing her off, Checkers drags her hands back and fully stands up and backs away from Elizabeth as the blonde wrenches forward, huffing and panting as her hands grasp at nothing, her elbows bending and flexing in their bindings as she desperately tries to find some pleasure to finish with. She slams her legs together just to feel the muffling presence of the pussy juice-soaked maxi pad on her crotch. She shakes and wiggles her shoulders but only succeeds in swinging her bare breasts side to side helplessly. She turns and whines at Checkers but the red and black mare merely rests her chin in her own fingers as she watches the younger mare helplessly simmer at the edge of orgasm. She struts over, a glimmer of hope appearing in Lizzy's eyes, but she only leans forward to take Lizzy's chin in her fingers, rubbing her thumb sideways across Lizzy's lips.

"Ah-ah, little miss mare... your trainer didn't say you could cum, so make sure you don't go and misbehave." She teases, tantalizingly pulling her hand away as Lizzy chases it, tipping forward until she almost falls off the straw bale and scrambles to her feet awkwardly in her unfamiliar hoofed heels, her knees weak and barely managing to keep her upright.

Checkers hides a snicker as Lizzy staggers over to her, grumbling and clearly irate as the blonde mare clearly wants to hit her or something but her bound hands deny her the chance. Checkers reaches out and stops Lizzy by planting her hands on the girl's shoulders and grins at her but it was Lizzy who spoke first. "She... lets me cum and stuff... and you're going to... ffff-finish me. Why would you-" she grunts as she bends forward a bit into Chancy's grip. The pleasure and adrenaline of the pleasure was wearing off slowly and her cramps were acting up again. She glares at Chancy as the red and black mare pats her on the head and pulls away again.

"No can do, sweetheart, but we'll be here for a few days. You more than me, I wager. But at least we'll have some time to sit. Come on. Our feeding time is coming up soon. The trainers love feeding us at the same time as the-" A sharp whistle cuts Chancy off as Taylor calls for the ponygirls, standing and staring at Chancy with a pair of the ponygirl feed bags in hand, holding them up and shaking them "invitingly." Chancy turns and grins at the panting, blushing, wobbly Lucky Lizzy. "See? That's our cue. Let's go, filly."