Running Free

The rest of the week and beginning of the weekend spent on the boarding pasture proceeded fairly comfortably for Elizabeth, all things considered. Following the first day, Emma decided it would be easier for Lizzy to just sleep out at the pasture and stuck to it. Lizzy felt a bit isolated from the rest of "her herd" being out here but the time spent in relative privacy with Chancy Checkers was more than worth it to her.

By the third day out there, Emma had already put Lizzy back into her typical tack. Lizzy had been put back into her ponyboots with little protest. They were far more familiar by now than those awkward minimalist hoof heels. Emma had required Lizzy to wear her bridle again but had courteously left the bit out, turning it into more of a halter and used merely for movement control rather than gagging and humiliating her. She'd even left her saddle off for Elizabeth's comfort since she was kept penned-in by the boarding fence which, inconveniently for any escape attempts, had an electric current running through some in-set wires. That meant no climbing over it otherwise the mare in question would receive a nasty shock.

But Lizzy, frankly, couldn't be bothered to even think of escape right now. She found she felt curiously comfortable here. With her hands free, she'd even considered trying to remove her bridle but found she didn't even want to. She found the persistent presence of it quite calming and it did a favor for her by keeping her hair pulled up in a pony tail and well out of the way. Lucky Lizzy and Chancy Checkers spent most days wandering around, having quiet talks while observing the equines, while watching the wind blow the nearby trees of the woods or the closer tall grass, or even just standing near the fence and watching the brook burble by. It was hard to find anything inherently wrong with being out here.

Sure, she was naked, yes, she was wearing what amounted to bondage gear all day every day, her food was terribly bland, she got spanked, cropped, and flogged for minor infractions... but it was fulfilling.

"And you haven't even had your first race yet!" Chancy answered as Lizzy tried to rationalize this all out to her ponygirl friend.

"Pfft, I suppose you're right... they're coming up, though. Only-"

"Three weeks. And I reckon we're both in for a hard week next week, since we're done with, y'know." Checkers answered, giving a little nod downwards and gently shaking her hips. "Truth is, I've been out of my cycle since yesterday. Don't feel a thing. But my trainer didn't need to know that. She barely pays any attention to me anyway." She looks over at grins at her slightly younger friend, pointing a teasing finger at Elizabeth's groin where the ponygirl period pad was still humiliatingly stuck to her but was totally dry. "But I bet you're on the other end of it too. You don't wanna go back to the regular work, do ya?" It was clear she was trying to avoid talking about her trainer, even after being the one to bring her up.

Elizabeth let out a soft hum as she looked at her unlikely friend, shaking her head and feeling a smile tug at her lips. Though, she didn't exactly want to talk about her bodily functions. Looking at her friend, Checkers was in her typical full outfit that covered most of her body with black and red checkered sleeves. She'd even let her hair flow freely as she wasn't wearing any kind of bridle or even a halter. Elizabeth got the sense Chancy often fought with her trainer over her tack and outfit and it was clear Checkers did not like her current trainer. It was evidently more a matter of tolerating one another for mutual benefit. "Have you... considered scouting for a better one? Surely there's someone out there who'd take better care of you and your training."

Checkers scoffed as she started pacing slowly, leading Elizabeth out from underneath the lean-to and into the evening air. It was a touch chillier tonight than the rest of the week had been, which had been a welcome relief during the heat of the day, but just getting out into the gentle breeze was enough to prickle the mares' skin and cause goosebumps to form. Still, the quiet of the evening meant it was enjoyable. "I mean... probably. But it's very tricky for a mare to find herself a new trainer. It's usually the other way around. Sometimes mares get... auctioned which can go a number of ways. Rarely is it for active ponies and usually for retirees who want to stay in the lifestyle but can't run anymore, for one reason or another. Some do it for a lifestyle shift... but it's just not for me, to lose all my autonomy. I run because it makes me feel free, not because I like who I run for."

Lizzy chewed her lip thoughtfully and nodded. "I guess... that makes sense. I just... did it for the money at first, or the promise of it, since there's not been a penny to show for it all yet. But after getting out here, getting into it... having some time to really contemplate it... I-"

"-Liz, look." Checkers stopped suddenly, patting her nude friend in the stomach and pointing off to the equine herd. "Seems they're getting into it too, eh?"

Lizzy had stopped in her tracks and her eyes locked on once Checkers pointed it out, but it did indeed seem like the equine herd was starting to do what they had been brought out here for. One of the stallions, the big, strong, solid black one Lizzy had been eyeing all week and had learned his name was Samson, was finally posturing at a few of the mares, making it quite clear what he was after. Elizabeth, with a blush on her cheeks, found herself staring down between Samson's legs and at his heavy pair of balls and enlarging member, fit to breed with any mare in his sight. She was a touch awe struck, or mortified, but it was Checkers who broke the silence as the two ponygirls watched their equine counterpart front for the mares.

"It's... quite beautiful, really. The whole... let 'em breed naturally, thing. They'll be going at it all next week, and more, probably. We, us ponies, usually get ushered out if that's the case. Kind of dangerous to be in here at the same time... they can get a little confused." She says with a slight smirk aimed at Lizzy.

The blonde's blush deepened as she snapped her stare onto Checkers. "Th... that can't be true... they'd never go... for us like that... would they?"

Checkers raises a finger, pressing it to her lips with a wink. "They're not supposed to... not yet, anyway. I told you about teasers... it works but I think it's mostly a scent thing. Something about an aroused girl seems toe excite them. Just gotta get out of the way before they try to mount."

Lizzy snorts as the two girls pull away from the herd, meandering around as the sun was beginning to creep towards the horizon. "You sound like you've got some experience."

Checkers doesn't answer immediately, instead just absently tugging at her garter running across her abdomen and holding up her stockings. "Some... a while ago. Lately, I just kind of spend the after-season dealing with trainer drama..."

Lizzy falls quiet, not quite sure how to respond and figuring a snide or sarcastic remark isn't called for here. Instead, she just reaches over and tugs Checkers against herself, bumping hip to hip as they make their way back into the lean-to stable to let the evening slip away, the pair quietly watching the equine herd get frisky out in the pasture's field. Occasionally, she'd catch Checkers glancing at her or making long, long stares at the herd... she found herself shifting somewhat uncomfortably in her seat and, despite having grown accustomed to being nude and not being perpetually aroused by that... she was feeling some warmth running through her body from the way Chancy looked at her.

Lizzy heard a soft click-clack and stirred from a light sleep. Since being relocated to the boarding pasture and they minimalist stables out here, she hadn't been sleeping well at all since there was just the option of hard wood benches, pokey hay bales, or stand-sleeping; something she was still incapable of doing. As she woke up further, she realized the clicks were coming closer.

Elizabeth sat up on the wooden bench she'd picked to sleep on and started to swing her legs over when her leg collided with a hand. She snapped her eyes up and, in the darkness created by the roof of the lean-to on a cloudless night, she could barely make out Chancy Checkers standing over her, the red and black mare's hand on Elizabeth's knee to keep her legs from swinging out and keeping her on the bench as her free hand slid up Lizzy's side and caressing across her ribs before gently cupping her right breast.

"W-what are you-?" Lizzy asked groggily as her hands came up to grasp Chancy's hand on her tit. The veteran mare shivered as she leaned over Elizabeth, breathing slow and steady as her bare torso stood out from her red and black arm and leg sleeves. Her hair was, curiously, already tied back as compared to how she'd been wearing it down all week...

"Ssh... you don't want to wake up the herd... or Rhea." Chancy said quietly as she leaned in closer. Lizzy's eyes were drawn to her pony friend's perky chest, shaped by a lifestyle of fitness and strict diet; neither of which were precisely under her control but certainly her choice. Lizzy let out a little whimper as Checkers' hand drifted from her knee to her upper thigh, those fingertips already dancing along her inner flesh. The tender touch was already sending sparks up Elizabeth's spine.

"W-wait, Check... what... why are you-nnh."

Lizzy's queries and potential protests died down as Checkers' fingers glided across the pad adhered to her crotch, Chancy's slow movements caused Lizzy to squirm a bit as she was forced to stay on her back, her legs naturally spreading a bit as the woman above her began to rub her thumb over Elizabeth's covered pussy, the mare's fingers spreading over the rustling pad and causing Lizzy to start bucking softly, as if begging for it to be removed. "It's... those equines... they... get me all... worked up." Checkers replied, her words coming through between hot panting breaths as she slid her hand fully over Lizzy's tit, the blonde not doing much to stop her. She squeezed down and kneaded gently, her right leg lifting up and resting on the bench as she got further and further over Lizzy. Checkers' face was shrouded in darkness but Elizabeth could already tell she must be blushing from arousal just by the huffs of hot breath running over her bare chest.

Lizzy's breath hitched and she barely stifled a gasp by covering her mouth as Checkers' head came down and something warm and wet latched onto her left teat. Checkers' teeth immediately bit onto her nipple and nibbled lightly with more intent to tease than to harm. Her right hand lifted from Chancy's wrist and laced into her friend's hair as Checkers moaned softly against Elizabeth's ample D-cup bust. Soft suckles and lusty gasps filled the narrow space between them as Chancy's fingers got bolder, tugging and flicking at Lizzy's nipple. And, while latched onto Elizabeth's tit, Checkers' fingers blindly found the edge of her friend's period pad and peeled it off, making the blonde wince as the adhesive tugged at her soft skin. And the moment a breeze blew over her slit, she shivered from the wetness she was creating. And without waiting a moment longer, the veteran's fingers slid right back up Lizzy's thigh and dove over her bare labial folds, caressing her clitoris and starting to probe into her pussy.

Just for her fingers to come back up absolutely soaked.

"C-Check... Chancy... p-please... we can't... w-we'd... get in trouble." Elizabeth moans between suckles and kneading from Checkers. But Lucky Lizzy, that little thing that had grown inside her mind since coming to the ranch, demanded more. Lizzy's legs, still booted with those heavy hooves, lifted up and closed around Checkers' right leg, locking her in place even as she shifted further onto the wooden bench. The girls' panting only grew more frenetic as Lizzy's arousal grew and grew, dripping more of her arousal around Checkers' fingers and forming a small puddle underneath her bottom on the contoured bench and making her shiver as the night air blew over her bare skin.

Popping her head up for a mere moment to breathe and look at Lizzy for... approval, maybe? Chancy bends back in and closes her mouth around Lizzy's tit again and sucks hard, forming a tight seal as she pulls her head up and tugs Lizzy's breast with her, stretching and lifting it until the weight and resistance grew to be too much and the tit slipped from her suction with a wet schpop.

"G-guh... Liz... I'm... I'm so sorry..." Checkers moaned into the breathy space between them, her hands doing nothing to back off as fingers kneaded tit or invaded into vagina. "I... I don't... I couldn't stop myself... you... and me it... it feels..."

Lizzy reached up from beneath Chancy, her hand going from weakly covering her mouth to stifle moans to the back of Checkers' head, joining her other hand to lock behind her neck and guiding Chancy's face down even as she curled her torso to bring her head up and met Checkers halfway in a sloppy, reckless kiss.

Lizzy feels Checkers' body stiffen at first as she pulls the mare into the kiss and then a sudden lurch sideways as Checkers' standing leg gives out, tugging the two to an embarrassed pile on the concrete floor with Lizzy landing awkwardly atop Chancy. The two share a quiet giggle before Chancy brushes Lizzy's ponytail out of the way.

"D... did you want... to do anything... more?"

Elizabeth pauses as her friend sounds so vulnerable. She rolls a bit further atop Chancy and rests her hands on the concrete on either side of Chancy's torso, looking down as the veteran mare looks to the side, her hands falling to cover her bare chest as Lizzy's hangs beneath her raised body. The scramble of hooves on concrete was a bit annoying and Lizzy glances out at the moonlit grasses of the pasture. Sure, it'd be a bit less private... but...

She leans in, pecking Chancy on the cheek and turning her friend's face towards her own, putting on a smile that she hoped could be seen in the dimness beneath the lean-to.

"I'd love to."

Another quick peck and Elizabeth was in motion. She shifts off Chancy tries to get up carefully. She has to plant her palms on the concrete floor and work her way upwards. It was a bit of an awkward process, forcing her to raise her behind high as she got her hooves flat but the maneuver was fairly practiced and she levered herself up just in time to see Chancy hop up with surprising grace and fluidity. Just for the red and black mare to lean in close and brush her nose against Elizabeth's as her hands slid around Lizzy's bare hips and cupped her buttocks, holding her close as the slightly older woman took a long, slow breath before kissing Liz on the lower lip. Her voice comes out breathily as she hovers close to Elizabeth.

"Where?"

Lizzy blushes as she realizes that Chancy was putting her in the lead. Either from nervousness, care, or preference, she was suddenly in charge. She doesn't answer immediately, instead mirroring Chancy's hand placement and cupping them beneath Checkers' pert buttocks and tugging slowly, walking backwards towards the edge of the lean-to's concrete floor pad and to the grass and dirt of the pasture.

"Out there... where I can see your face... and it's not as hard as rock." Lizzy teased back, her hands pinching slightly and making Checkers wince from where her tumble from the bench would surely leave a bruise. Before her "friend" could reply, Lizzy was already at her lips again, kissing and nibbling playfully as they stepped out from the cover of the lean-to and into the pale moonlight. They only got a few steps out before a gentle breeze rustled the grass around them, chilling their bare skin and making Lizzy unconsciously clutch Checkers to herself a bit tighter, making Chancy moan softly as she leaned forward, driving Elizabeth gently down to the grass where she mounted atop the blonde for a second time. Lizzy let herself get pushed to the ground, feeling the coolness of the grass against her back and the grit of dirt in some places.

But feeling Chancy Checkers mount atop her, pressing chest-to-chest, her knee gliding in between Lizzy's thighs to hover near her pussy, to have Chancy lean in and kiss her tenderly before slipping her tongue into her mouth... for all that, Lizzy could ignore some dirt and grass.

Checkers breaks the kiss with a soft gasp, panting quietly as she grins in that lusty, open-mouthed sort of way. "A... little roll in the grass, mm? Maybe you are a natural... Liz." She teases, leaning back in to silence her friend's retort as she pressed her knee against Lizzy's dripping folds, gyrating and kneading slowly as she moans into the kiss as Lizzy's hands find somewhere to be.

Elizabeth, buried beneath Chancy Checkers, slides her right hand up the black and red mare's toned thigh, finding her garter strap and unbuckling it. The leg sleeves' stretchy nature causes them to snap and slide down her legs, exposing her buttocks to the air and causes the woman to tense up a bit, even as she kissed and kneaded Lizzy's right tit with one hand, her other barely holding herself up as her knee pressed against Lizzy's pussy. The blonde's hand shifted and slid over Checkers' buttocks, fingers delicately moving over her tattoos and the slightly depressed skin of her brands, moving purely by feel. Her left hand was placed against Checkers' toned abs, dropping to her own and sliding up her side before cupping her left tit to match Checkers' playing with her right before moving up her breast and to Chancy's, the black and red-haired mare effectively making a bridge of flesh as she lay atop Lizzy. Elizabeth's hand glided over Checkers' breast, collarbone, and finally to her neck and cheek even as they kissed deeply and endlessly, finally prying Checkers free for a gasping, saliva-stained breath of cool night air.

The two stared each other down, faces bright red from a mix of arousal, embarrassment, and excitement. Checkers' breaths were quicker and her hands hadn't stopped moving even as they caught their breath.

"I... I c-can't... I need... you." She gasps, barely able to make out the words as she starts to sit up, kicking one leg over and up alongside Lizzy's torso as she sits between the blonde's legs and grabs Lizzy's left leg, lifting it up high and resting it against her chest and cheek, leaning into Lizzy's shin as she tugs the mare against her and lets out a low mewl of pleasure as Elizabeth's wet, arousal-heated pussy presses against her own.

Elizabeth leans her head back, feeling the wave of pleasure as Checkers' intimates press against her own. Chancy sitting up had caused her to lose her grip on both the taut, toned ass and smooth, blushing cheek of her new lover. That meant she had two free hands which, as Checkers tugged their bodies together and began to slowly gyrate and hump against Lizzy, she used to reach up and cup and caress Checkers' chest. Her fingers pressed into her lover's firm C-cup chest, thumbs pressing into and flicking over both nipples in time with one another. Her touch caused Chancy to huff and pant even harder, her mouth hanging open as she began to bounce and tug against Lizzy's leg. Each time their hips pulled away even a little, dozens of little strands of spilt, sticky pussy juice stretched between them just to get slammed back together and rubbed into each other's bare, tidy loins.

Elizabeth could feel Chancy's body tensing up against hers. Each time her thumbs moved over the woman's nipples, each time she felt her clitoris get rubbed over by Chancy's folds, each time a drop of drool escapes Checkers' lips and makes its way over Lizzy's fingers and down her stomach. Every single moment seemed to be building upwards as Lizzy grips a little tighter and Checkers rides a little harder.

And suddenly Chancy's arms tightened around Lizzy's leg, clutching it hard and pulling her whole body forward as her temple pressed against Elizabeth's booted leg and peal of ecstasy split the night as Checkers moaned out her bliss. With her entire body shuddering, she ground herself forward, as if trying to meld with Elizabeth. Quivering from head to toe, her body twitched and shuddered in reflexive ways, eyes clenched tight as she gripped onto Elizabeth as hard as she could.

And the blonde girl beneath her couldn't hold back. The mottled mix of shame, for fucking her new friend in the dirt, of being dressed in hooved boots and wearing a bridle, for bearing the trappings of a pony, Elizabeth's arousal peaked and she squealed right back. Her hands clenched tight as they needed anything to hold onto, fingers digging into Checkers' titflesh as her body curled slightly and her pussy gushed with her arousal. This wasn't the ashamed squirt of a girl being plugged and groped by her trainer, this wasn't a squirt around a horse cock-shaped dildo in her stall. This was a squirt of pure bliss, ecstasy and companionship. Burbling out between their compressed folds, her wetness seeped out around them, spraying up and coating Checkers up to her belly button and spraying back to fleck Lizzy's torso with her out arousal as her hips lifted up to meet Chancy.

And, exhausted, Chancy let the blonde's leg slip from her grip and she toppled forward, squishing her body against Lizzy's as she tiredly kissed and licked at Elizabeth's cheek and lip for a moment before rolling off her, laying in a hot, panting mess as they looked up to the stars in a disheveled mess.

Elizabeth's hand drifted up and found Chancy's, lazily catching a couple fingers to hold as the two near-nude girls heaved and panted, covered in the proof of their bliss and stained in sweat that rapidly cooled in the night air. Gradually, the coolness drew them closer yet again and the pair of ponygirls, eventually, fell into a blissful, restful sleep.