Running Free

The tall, blonde, blue and white-themed ponygirl Lucky Lizzy comes to an exhausted halt and feels the somewhat familiar weight of the chariot behind her. The spring-loaded shock absorbers of the lightweight yoke attached to her saddle depress and slow the chariot down as she stops, panting and heaving around her brass bit in her teeth but still stumbling forward as she was still pretty bad at stopping when it came to chariot-running. Her eyes were watering as almost everything ached. Her legs hurt, her arms were sore, her ass stung from several stray whip-strikes, and even her lungs burned from the warmth of the late-spring air. Her heavy chest heaved, stained with sweat and drool, as she heard boots hit the ground behind her, the chariot jostling and feeling even lighter as her trainer got down and walked up to her. She winced as Emma playfully clapped her open palm on Lizzy's bare bottom, softly spanking a clear patch before brushing over a whip welt accidentally, or obliviously, and reached up to grab Lizzy by the bridle, hooking her finger into that brass ring that pressed into her cheek to keep her bit gag firmly lodged in her mouth and made her drool relentlessly, often leaving her a spit-stained mess. Elizabeth was more than used to it by now. The two had been training for weeks and it had only gotten more intense since her "vacation" on the boarding ranch with Chancy and the equine herd.

Since that time, and particularly their roll in the hay, Lizzy hadn't seen much of Chancy nor the horses. The black and red mare was often missing during grazing time and was always hard at work during training hours and the fact that her stall was on the far side of the stable from Lizzy meant she couldn't get any proper communication to her. Add to that, the equine herd had been put "off limits" to the ponygirls for fear of spooking or arousing the large beasts. Something about risk of unintentional assault... Emma had barely left her any time to think about it anyways. In the intervening weeks, the two had spent nearly all day, every day working on chariot racing. Emma confessed to being quite unfamiliar with riding and Elizabeth wasn't given much choice but had to get used to pulling it in a the short time they had before they'd be doing it in a real race!

The chariot itself was a bit odd. The single armature that harnessed Lizzy to the frame extended from a narrow, triangle-shaped box seat that was meant to be gripped between the thighs of the rider, emulating a real jockey on a real horse, except this was more like a wooden horse and being pulled by an upright human pony. Emma had often complained about feeling sore in her groin after the day's riding, with that lightly-padded triangular seat digging into her pussy for most of the day. The arm itself had suspension and shock absorbers in it to make it easier to control, bounce less, capable of following turns and even helped with slowing down, though the rider had a brake near the feet that could be clenched closed to stop in a hurry, but it would be very jarring for the mare. The whole thing attached to Lizzy's saddle which caused most of the weight to be evenly distributed across her lower abdomen. Despite the clever design and thought put into it, it took some serious getting-used to. Not the least because it made her feel like a real horse pulling a cart instead of a person doing a fun, quirky thing as a hobby. Her first few attempts ended with her completely off her hooves and on her ass as her attempt to start off dragged her upper half backwards and deposited her on the ground thanks to the unexpected weight added to her upper body. Attempts after that, as she leaned forward to offset that weight, sent her face and chest-first into the dirt, leaving her with some bruising even today but it was minor and could be covered with some topical makeups.

And now, after nearly 3 weeks, she was capable of pulling the chariot with Emma riding it! But stopping was still an issue, leading to a lot of uncomfortable staggering or hopping as she tried to dig her hoofed feet into the ground. By now, after spending most of her time in these boots, Lizzy often had trouble differentiating her feet from hooves, and often struggled to stand immediately when the boots were taken off for cleaning. She wondered what all this would be like without those metal-shoed, purpose built boots. Would she be able to stop at all?

"But we don't need to think about stopping as much as we do winning, right Liz?" Emma teased as she checked the fit of Lizzy's bridle as if reading her thoughts. "I... can't believe it though... can you? Tomorrow's race day. The first real one."

Lizzy looked at her trainer directly, tilting her head down as Emma tugged on straps or ran her fingers beneath the leather to clear dust and sweat-mud from her tack. Somehow, Emma looked more nervous than her. And she wasn't the one slated to be running around naked!

Lizzy lets out a comforting huff and inclines her head more, reaching to bump her forehead against Emma's and mumbles around her gag but can't do much with it. Given how far that metal bit pressed into her cheeks, forming real speech was borderline impossible. "Wfh... gah dhu iffft." She sputters, still catching her breath as her heavy breasts heaved at Emma's eyeline, blushing red from being so close to her trainer.

Emma nods meekly, grip tightening on Lizzy's bridle. "You're right. No sense worrying about it now. And all we really need to do, as rookies, is not lose. Think we can manage that? Second to last in the worst case?" She asks, looking up at Lizzy, "I mean... if you can win... do that, right?"

Elizabeth looked at her shorter, blue-haired trainer as she sucked in a breath and let it out in a quick huff, nodding hard enough to make her ponytail bob around and bat her in the cheek. She shook it out as Emma stifled a giggle and slid her hand out of the brass bit ring and let her hand fall, grazing over Lizzy's neck, chest, tit, and belly before hooking into her saddle and giving it a light tug. Emma barely even seemed to notice having rubbed her hand over Elizabeth's bare breast and all Elizabeth could do was give a quiet moan as it did. Emma glanced back as she started leading Lizzy to a hitching post near the arena gate and grin.

"And if you don't lose, I promise I'll let you cum again tonight... you've been doing well with the new regimen, working hard to earn it... sorry we've been trying so many different things for you... see what works best. But I think teasing and edging you just enough and letting you burst is having a wonderful effect on you." She teases as she grabs a hanging lead and ties Lizzy off to the hitching post before going back to put the chariot away. "One big race tomorrow, Liz. Then I'll be sure to reward you with the best orgasm you've ever had!" Emma promises but, as she goes to grab the chariot, thinks to herself, "And if you don't win... someone else might anyway..."

Lucky Lizzy staggered and struggled to stay upright as the trailer bumped along. She and many of the other rookie mares of Silverstone Ranch were huddled together in the back of a horse trailer, tied off to individual stations with guide rails on either side of their waists to keep from falling too much but still letting them bump shoulders and such.

Lizzy herself was fully tacked today. Emma had spared no effort during grooming with a fresh shave and using extra amounts of the lubricating, moisturizing oils to coat her loins. Her tack was snug, not a single buckle was loose or chafing, they all fit perfectly. Her bridle was in place, her brushed-out blonde hair pulled back and braided into an ornate ponytail that was held upright by a ring in the top and back-end of the harness. Her saddle was already on and secure and her wrists were closely cuffed to it, keeping her elbows bent near 90-degrees and her ponyboots were on, as always. The tall leg cuffs were tight and dug into her toned thighs just enough to make the skin bulge a bit around the hem of them and the eye-catching blue shone a bit more with some fresh polish applied to the cured leather. The white and gold accents all but glittered. Emma had even applied a set of pasties to Lizzy's nipples, telling her they were more for transport than race-time and would be removed then but the cute tassels dangling from them, along with a few more ribbons applied in certain places, made Lizzy feel more showy than usual. And each time she turned or moved, the tassels and ribbons would flutter and flap, adding even more allure to her appearance.

And speaking of fluttering and movement, akin to her upper ponytail, Lizzy's inflatable J-hook plug was pumped up a bit more than usual and the color-matched tail was similarly braided, making it look a bit more composed but also made it swing more like a pendulum, causing the plug inside her stir up a bit more than usual.

And all this tack, all the effort, the ribbons and tassels, and that damn butt plug had Elizabeth dripping from her freshly-shaven, glistening cunt.

She squirmed in her narrow stall as the trailer moved along, humiliated that she was being treated like livestock, if for no other reason but to sell the illusion that she and every other girl in here was playing the part of a pony. Emma had told her it'd be quite a long ride since the ranch was a ways away from the race track used for the rookie class. Lizzy and her fellow first-timers wouldn't be placed in with the other more experienced mares at least until halfway through the season and that's only if they performed well. Elizabeth thought it was in the spirit of fairness. Emma knew it was to preserve tension for viewers and betting odds. It's no fun if a first-timer gets placed in with a group of veterans. The tension is gone, everyone knows who is going to lose...

A couple stuffy hours on the road later, standing in the enclosed trailer with just a few open hatches near the top for ventilation, and it finally came to a permanent halt and Lizzy perked up, looking around as the other girls with her began to rouse from standing naps; a skill she still hadn't picked up and desperately wished she had. It would have settled her stomach quite a bit to not have been nervously thinking about the pending race. What would it look like? Would there be spectators? Was it open to the public? She'd be exposed for anyone to see...

Her mind raced with thoughts as the back gate of the trailer was unlocked and pulled down, a wash of blinding mid-morning light casting into the trailer as the trainers filed in two-by-two to bring their mares out, starting from the back of the trailer and working forward. The dozen slots for ponygirls were separated into two rows of six with a narrow walkway between them, making it impossible to bring more than one mare out at a time. Lizzy was in the second to front slot on the left side, and though the trailer was short two mares from capacity, it meant she'd be waiting a while before she could get out and into the fresh air. She had to wait for six other scantily-clad, tacked, and harnessed girls to get unloaded before Emma finally entered the trailer and came for her, a piece of black tack in hand as she unlatched the supporting gate and pulled Lizzy out by her lead.

"Seems like you made out alright... the trailer rides are always rough..." She said calmly as she led Lizzy out of the trailer and walked her carefully down the ramp. The sunlight was blindingly bright and made Lizzy blink rapidly and try to tug her hands up to cover her face but the saddle around her waist easily prevented that. Emma noticed and pulled Elizabeth out of the way of the other mares offloading and held up the new item she'd brought along. It was a curious band of black fabric, or at least that's what it seemed like. She lifted it towards Lizzy's face and the pony saw it was slightly contoured and had silver clasps on the ends of the elongated shape. "The mare I used to help stable for... she always complained about trailer rides. Never quite got used to them and threw up more than once. I caught a nasty kick once for teasing her about it!" Emma said in a playful, reminiscent voice as she placed the fabric over Elizabeth's eyes and snapped it into place, hooking it onto her bridle before pressing down on what turned out to be flexible, wire-reinforced fabric. It contoured to Lizzy's face and wrapped over her nose and was mostly opaque, letting through only the faintest bit of light. "It's a type of blinder, Liz. It'll help keep the sun out... and minimize nervousness from the looks. Folk here are used to it, but... well, you are pretty busty!" She teased, lifting a hand to cup Lizzy's left tit and give it a little squeeze. "Just relax, stick to what you know, follow my lead, and we'll get through today just fine!"

Elizabeth bristled at the brazen touch and squeeze of her boob but all she could do was utter a weak mumble through her bit gag. More interesting to her right now was the blinder. As Emma started walking her along by the lead attached to her saddle, she found she could only barely see. It turned people into vague blobs and it felt like her vision's distance was reduced. It was... oddly calming, but by the same token she didn't know how many people might be staring. The concern of being out here in all but complete nudity, her athletic physique, manicured body, and degrading, dehumanizing, restrictive gear and just being seen was making her squirm a bit.

And it wasn't helping her get any less wet between her thighs.

Emma had been denying her any sexual release all week. Something-something race day reward. After taking the time every single day to penetrate her with that rubber horse cock that had become a permanent fixture in her stable stall Elizabeth had grown fairly accustomed to frequent sexual pleasure. And that didn't even count how often Emma would grope or caress her casually or when one or another mare on the grazing pasture might do a bit of frotting or rubbing... but in the last week Emma had been careful to ensure Elizabeth never reached a true peak and just kept her on a low simmer of arousal. And now... being out here? Seen? With this plug swaying in her ass and her tits out for show... she was fit to burst.

The two made their wait into the stables where a low din of noise echoed in the massive pony-racing facility. It was supposed to be a field of eight mares on chariots today, at least as far as Emma had bothered to tell Elizabeth, but there were far more than that here. Everywhere she looked she saw well-groomed, decorated, tattooed, and bondage-wearing women with their trainers, proudly presenting for scouts or finishing saddling and cleaning. Emma led her blonde mare to a small, private stall. It was barely big enough for three people to occupy comfortably, had short walls such that Lizzy's entire upper half was visible, and had many mounting points and tie-posts to secure the near-nude ponygirl for temporary storage.

Emma made sure Lizzy was tied off by her lead before stepping out of the latched gate and drumming her hands on the short ponywall in front of the blushing, blinded Lucky Lizzy. "I have to go and get us checked in. I'll be back soon. Don't go anywhere!" She said with a playful poke in Elizabeth's belly, making the blonde mare wince and wiggle back, as her short lead prevented her from even reaching the other wall and her bound hands meant she was completely helpless.

But for now, she was by herself as Emma strode away, heading deeper into the lengthy, C-shaped building. The two-story racing facility housed all the mares and staff on this main floor, with a massive hallway overshadowed by a split viewing platform above the mares, letting spectators and bettors view the ponygirls as they prepared for the race. Through her mostly-darkened blinder, Lizzy could just barely make out figures moving around up there and felt increasingly self-conscious as the time dragged on, a persistent butterfly sensation building in her stomach. And a worse sensation building even lower...

She really hoped Emma would be back soon. And that the leaking fluid down her inner thighs wouldn't be too noticeable!