Running Free

Emma stared at her naked cousin as Rhea stepped around the desk and sat down, putting herself properly in Lizzy's view before gesturing for the blue-haired trainer to complete her task.

"Focus on the seat of her bottom. Spanking the curve will do little more than sting and make her squirm. The seat causes proper pain and discomfort and discourages further misbehavior. She's your mare now, Emma. Treat her like one." Rhea said firmly, cleaning off her desk and starting to file away the documents dictating that Emma was a trainer, housed a mare named Lucky Lizzy at the Silverstone ranch, and that Lucky Lizzy belonged to Trainer Emma Foxxe, until being released by her trainer, owner, or the season ended.

In effect, it was a sort of legal slavery or ownership, binding Elizabeth as a pony to her "trainer" with very little wiggle room for her to get out. Emma would essentially need to nearly kill her to make it possible for her to void the contract...

"Yes, ma'am." Emma said, nibbling her lower lip as Elizabeth - Lizzy - looked up at her cousin, lip quivering as she remained bent forward, resting hard on the desk as Emma placed her hand under her mare's lower abdomen and lifted, speaking in as firm a voice as she could while being watched by Rhea. "Raise your butt more, mare, I'm... I'm going to spank it hard." She felt awkward, like this was a theater play and she hadn't read her lines. Performing a bizarre show for the 60-plus woman who sat back in her chair to watch.

And, weirdly, Emma felt good as Lizzy straightened her legs a bit more, despite the wobble in her knees, and pressed her buttocks up, leaving herself fully exposed for her cousin as she turned her head forward and down, staring at the floor as she placed her forehead on the edge of the desk, gripping onto it for dear life with white knuckles and raspy breaths. It was like she had authority over the taller, older, more-endowed, more impressive girl with little more than her words. Emma raised her hand and slammed it back down, spanking her cousin with a harsh strike, making her yelp again and raise her left leg, knee bent and sobs sneaking out of her mouth as Emma gave her no time to get accustomed to it and began laying in rapid, repeated spanks.

Rhea watched dispassionately as the new pony was spanked red on her desk. Each time Lizzy looked up, yelped, screamed, or cried, the older woman just looked back at her from the end of an unlit cigarette and a remorseless gaze.

Emma laid out a harsh series of spanks until Lizzy's leg finally collapsed, the girl's legs wobbling more and more until she finally caved and sank to her knees in a heap, hands still gripping the edge of the desk as she openly sobbed, tears staining her cheeks and bare chest as they ran freely, her ass bright red from the litany of slaps her cousin laid onto it.

"That should do for now, Emma. Remember, your mare is your responsibility and her respect, behavior, and performance are directly correlated to how well you train her. Teach her right, treat her hard, and run her harder. At the end of the season, when she gets to stand on a podium, she'll thank you for your efforts and be more likely to sign back up for the next season. All the pain is temporary, she'll remember the trophies and the rewards forever. Now get her up and march her to the barn. I'll call Cordova and have her wait for you, get your pony fitted and lend you some gear to begin. It'll take a week for my manufacturer to build her proper training gear and then again when it's time for the season you'll have to order race gear. It'll be an expensive year for you, Em. Make sure you win so it's not all a wash."

Emma looked at her mentor for a long time as she realized she was right. She reached down and gave Lizzy a little tug. "Come on, pony, it's... it's time to get you fitted. Up." She hauls Lucky Lizzy to her feet, the naked girl stumbling timidly as her body, her loins, glistened from the oil Emma had rubbed onto it, but more her thighs were stained with endless drips of her cousin's arousal. The mare's legs were wobbly as she followed Emma, staggering and sniffling until the pair got outside, into the sunshine again and took a deep, deep breath. Each for different reasons.

"I can't... I can't believe it. We did it. I found a mare!" Emma said, gleefully as she turned to her pony.

That pony looked at her trainer with red eyes and stained cheeks, bent forward slightly as her buttocks stung hard. "And... and you spanked me... and shaved my pussy! You... you didn't say any of this would... would happen!" She said between sniffles, clutching Emma's sleeve as the two stood on the porch, their appearances impossibly differing as Emma stood in comfortable work boots styled like riding boots, riding slacks, a low-cut top and a blazer while Elizabeth, Lucky Lizzy, was buck naked and exposed to the world.

Emma turns and regards her cousin, turning the naked girl to face her. The taller, much more fit girl. Naked like this, it was easy to see her lean physique contrasting with her ample endowments. Emma was briefly jealous. How had Elizabeth won the absolute genetic lottery? It didn't matter... or maybe it did, because the trainer could put those features to good use...

"Listen, Eli... Lizzy. I'm extremely grateful you're doing this for me... it's an incredible favor, I'll owe you forever. And you... um, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you took those spankings really well! A lot of ponies collapse and quit before even signing on... so you're already doing great! We just need to get you into the routines and it will all make sense soon. Do you think you can... could you do that for me?"

Elizabeth, wiping away some snot and tears, nods meekly at her cousin. Fit and tall as she was, she was truly a gentle soul. Far too subservient for her own good. Perhaps perfectly submissive to be a pony. "I... I can do that, Emma... let's do... let's do it. Try our best."

Emma smiled, but flinched and bit her lip before turning Lizzy towards the stairs, pointing her towards the barn. And then gave her buttock a sharp spank. "That's... trainer Emma to you, pony. Look... if we're going to do this, it has to be fully committed. Let's go!"

Emma finally gave Lizzy a gentle push, guiding her off the porch and onto the dusty "courtyard" in the center of the ranch's primary buildings; the ranch house, pony stable, and equipment barn. Emma had spent the last few years on the ranch during season and at the beginning and tail end of them, sleeping at the ranch house in a bunkroom with other stable hands, while trainers got private rooms, and cleaning the stable or helping saddle and tack ponies for work and training. And now she was getting to bring her own mare to be fitted.

"Lizzy! You're going to need to learn a canter. A walk, of sorts. A lot of being a ponygirl is appearances. You're a mare, remember. You'll need to act and look the part." Emma said, stopping the pair as they were only halfway to the barn. "Here. As you walk, lift your knees nice and high. It'll be tricky to get used to it, it won't happen the first week, but try and get your thigh parallel to the ground. As you go faster, you'll get more allowance for how low the leg can go. But always you're trying to get your knees as high as possible. When galloping, they'll barely lift in comparison, but... well, when you try pony boots, you'll see that a high strike is really helpful for traction. Try it as we walk." She instructs, holding her palm out flat as a marker for where she wanted Lizzy to hit.

The mare, blushing and holding her arms out for balance, began raising her knees quite easily and compliantly. She did little more than hum affirmatively before beginning, clearly still scathed by the spanking and ready to comply. The first few strikes were hard, her knees hitting Emma's hands easily but later steps lessened before getting chastised by her trainer and picking them back up again. "E-... Trainer Emma, this is humiliating." Lizzy finally said as the pair neared the barn. Emma just giggled softly.

"Oh... I know, at first anyway. You'll get so used to it, I'll bet you even begin doing it after the season. It'll get comfortable and make sense when you're doing it every day. Three months of racing season, two... well, a month and a half of training. You have time to get used to it. Come on, our quartermaster is waiting. You can stop cantering for now. Walk normal. Save your thighs."

Elizabeth stammers and stutters helplessly as Emma pulls her along by the waist into the well-lit barn. It had a mix of rustic and modern taste to it, with smooth concrete floors, a few fitting stalls, plenty of mounting posts and anchors, and lots and lots of leather harnesses and ropes just about everywhere. At the moment, the building was deserted aside from one woman sitting in about the middle of the rectangular building sitting on a stool working on a piece of leather gear, focusing on it before hearing footsteps and looking up, beaming at Emma.

"Emma! Honey! Sweetie!" The woman called out with a honey-sweet Southern accent as she set her tools aside and stood, giving Elizabeth a bit of an eyeful as the mare saw a very blonde, very motherly-figured woman. Wide hips, wide shoulders, nearly as tall as Elizabeth thanks to a pair of one-inch heeled boots, and an ample bust and buttocks with deep cuts on her sweat-stained tank top and daring low-cut pants showing off both. She had sweat running down her arms and she wiped her brow as Emma jogs up and slams into her side, hugging the voluptuous woman.

"Isabella! It's good to see you. How was the off season!?"

Isabella Cordova, the Silverstone ranch's quartermaster and unofficial "ranch mom" smiled at the new trainer with warmth. "Purdy spect', sweetums. Plenty o' the mares came by fer their payouts and a few asked fer some time alone... always enjoy that. When they're allow'd to be people fer a bit. You spend so much time wit' 'em, you sometimes forget that they're... oh? Who's this peach?" Isabella leaned over from her hug, eyeing the naked girl standing before her.

Emma slipped out of Isabella's arms and gleefully presented Lizzy to her. "My own mare! Meet Lucky Lizzy. She's going to be running for me this season in chariots."

Isabella brushed a loose lock of hair up and smoothed it back over her sunbleached-blonde hair as she approached the naked mare, making Lizzy scrunch down a bit, covering herself with her hands. Isabella scoffs. "Pah, shy lil' thing, ain'tcha? Come on girl, I'm gonna see it sooner than later, show me the goods." Isabella yanked Lizzy's hands away with surprising strength, making her squeak before the quartermaster gave Emma a look.

"O-oh, uh, Lizzy! Present! I haven't taught you-"

"Haven't taught 'er the basics? Oh, girl, yer gonna to have a tough time. Alright, trainer, teach 'er proper or I'll be tannin' both of yer hides! Ha!" Isabella stands back as Emma replaces her in front of Elizabeth, the ponygirl looking between the two clothed women with shame.

"Present is one of our most important commands and postures, Liz. You'll place your hands out of the way. If you're hands are free, it's usually up and behind your head, under a pony tail if you're wearing one. Then you stand with your legs spread about to your shoulders, straightened out. Push your chest out a bit and look just above your usual eyeline, tilting your head up a bit. If you're addressed, respond. You only break posture if someone like your... like me tells you to move or to look at them." Emma says, helping guide Lizzy into the posture as described, helping correct small mistakes with her hands as Isabella watches. And Lizzy knows she's being watched. Emma runs her hand, almost accidentally, up the inside of her cousin's bare thigh and finds her palm coming up wet. She gives Elizabeth a little look, but the pony only gives her a tiny look from the corner of her eye before putting her gaze forward, breathing heavily and avoiding explanations.

"Very good, trainer. Let's see what yer mare's packin'." Isabella says as she struts up, pulling a measuring tape from a pouch on her belt, akin to a typical clothes fitting tape. And, almost immediately, she runs it around Lizzy's waist, giving an approving nod as she calls out measurements for Emma to jot down in a small notebook she'd handed her.

The process took a while, was taking a while, and Lizzy shuddered and quivered with each near-miss of her sensitive places. Isabella didn't seem interested in doing anything, even as Lizzy's bare pussy, ass, and tits were right there and the poor pony couldn't do a thing about it. And each moment just made her loins burn a little hotter. She was sweating as Emma and Isabella finished their measurements before Isabella gave her a quick a look.

"Last one, dearie. Nape to neck. Sit tight. Emma-dear?" Isabella said in that soft Southern Texan accent of hers.

"Oh, right." Emma trots over, standing behind Lizzy as Isabella presses the tape measure to the spot just above Lizzy's sternum and pulls the tape taut along her chest, between the valley of her cleavage, across her belly button, and down between her legs where Isabella firmly pressed the measure against the mare's pussy lips, making Lizzy suck in a breath and break posture for the first time. It was enough to earn a correction anyway, for as her hands came down Emma gave her buttock a sharp spank.

"Ah-ah, hands up, pony. I did not say break." Emma chides as she tugs Lizzy's hands back up and to her head, making the pony whine and squirm, her knees trying to come together just for Isabella to bat them open again, but without the chastisement.

Emma reached between her pony's legs to grab the loose end of the measure and pull, flossing Lizzy's cunt lips as Isabella held the line tight against her groin, making the mare's thighs shudder harder as she bit her tongue to prevent herself moaning as Emma brought the line up her arched back and pressed it to the back of her neck, reading out the measurement before letting the line drop and Isabella tugged it away.

Elizabeth was left standing there, panting, as she meekly watched the two women confer over the measurements, especially the last one, and she realized: that hadn't been sexual for them. Isabella had her hand on, all but in, Lizzy's pussy, Emma had spanked her, she was standing there naked, and the two had really just seen her as an animal to measure. A pony. Something about that broke Elizabeth's heart a little bit while at the same time set her on fire.

Isabella turned around, glancing down to see a long strand of Lizzy's arousal drooping down between her thighs. She smirked as she leaned to the trainer. "Time to get this mare in 'er gear, elsewise we gonna have a mess on our hands, ain't we?" She tucks the tape and notepad away before grabbing a leather bundle of straps and buckles with a notable brass rod jumbled up among them. She handed it to Emma who began unwrapping it as Isabella grabbed a pair of tall leather boots ending in a rounded "hoof." Ponyboots.

Emma approached first and held up the brass bit to Lizzy's mouth. It was exactly as it sounded; a bit that went in the mouth, held the cheeks back some, denied regular speech, and had twin mounting points at the sides for reins. "Open your mouth, Lizzy. This is your bitted bridle. One of the key markers of being a pony." She said as Elizabeth opened her mouth. Not to accept the device particularly, but as she hotly exhaled and panted. She gasped slightly as it went in, revealing a slight rubber coating around the bit, making it actually quite pleasant to hold and bite into, despite appearing like solid brass. The bit fit tightly in her mouth, pulling her cheeks back a bit and forcing her to drool, making her blush from shame. Emma pulled the mare's golden-blonde hair into a tight ponytail and then pulled the rest of the leather harness over her head, securing the buckles snugly but not too tightly, careful to let the ponytail get loose and not pinned down by the straps.

Then came the reins. Emma clipped them on and gave them a light, gentle, tug and Lizzy's head shot forward, pulled so easily by the whole harness around her head, making her stumble forward out of surprise as Emma giggled softly. "Sorry, guess I don't know my own strength. Come. Sit."

She directed, led, Lizzy by the reins to a small box nearby and made her sit down on it. Lizzy found there was a small hole in the box right underneath her pussy but she was too distracted to think much more of it as Isabella approached with the heavy-looking pony boots. And, as the pair lubricated her bare legs and slid the boots on, they were heavy. They forced Elizabeth's feet into a slight downward tilt, like standing on the front of her feet but not quite tip-toes. The heavy platform of the "hoof" did reach up to support under her heels though, feeling not unlike a bizarre pair of high heels. Heels that stretched all the way up to her thighs where secure straps dug into her soft flesh, bulging slightly around the secure straps.

Isabella stood, wiping sweat off her brow again. "There ya go. Two inch platforms, solid rubber with a steel reinforcer. Won't tear, won't break. They're heavy, but yer race boots will be 'bout the same. Show boots are ev'n heavier, and cross-country boots are even heavier. They help you balance and ground you, giving you traction as you get used to 'em. Emma-dear, get 'er on 'er hooves, we still gotta get a practice saddle on 'er.

Emma gave the reins a pull, catching Lizzy's hands to help haul the bitted and booted girl up. Lizzy stood with a distinct clopping sound, staggering slightly as she tried to lift her foot and found it just didn't come up. She stumbled forward again, feet feeling like lead as the heavy boots restricted her movement. How the hell was she going to do those high-knees Emma taught her!?

It seemed she wasn't done being tacked, however, as Isabella came by with a three-inch belt of leather, the wide band having some odd clips and dangling lines from it. She approached Lizzy's front and wrapped it around her lower abdomen and hip bones, snugly securing it. Then she grabbed one of Lizzy's hands and pulled it to her side where, using one of the dangling lines, she looped it around Lizzy's wrist and secured her hand to her hip, doing the same to the other before stepping away and going for the next thing. Elizabeth tugged her hands, finding they barely moved a couple inches away from her body, kept her elbows bent, and didn't let her hands even get as far as to reach her pussy, even though it was so close now and she was flooding down between her thighs, being dressed so humiliatingly like this!

Emma walked up in front of her, coiling the reins around her hand as she gave furtive glances to Elizabeth and then behind her to Isabella. She tucked her spare hand into the leather band around her waist. "The saddle fits... this one is for training, and will keep your hands out of the way. Chariot saddles are used for mounting the chariot to, or hiking saddles are for carrying things... a saddle is important if you're going to work a mare. Lizzy... there's one last thing you need to be a pony. Isabella?" She asked, giving the woman one last look.

Then Lizzy felt a sudden cold wetness at her buttocks and as Isabella's surprisingly strong hand gripped the back of the saddle, she gave a sharp tug and pulled Lizzy back, spearing a cold metal butt plug into her taint. The metal plug was shaped like a short "J" with a bulb near the bottom of the long end. At the end of the J-hook, it had a sort of "holder" for a set of hairs; it was a pony tail. The plug had been well lubricated, and the surprise of it had meant it went in cleanly, but the sudden penetration of the J and the bulb at the bottom gaping its way into Elizabeth's -formerly- virgin asshole made her scream out as her knees shook violently, hands clenching and spasming as she tried to reach for Emma as the ponygirl collapsed forward, rubbing her eyes into Emma's shoulders while screaming in ecstasy. Lizzy's pussy was gushing, squirting all over her thighs, the pony boots, the floor, and Emma and Isabella's boots for good measure. Panting, she sagged in Emma's surprised grip but it was Isabella who spoke first.

"Better if yer surprised about it, gettin yer tail in. But I sure wann't expectin' that!" She said, giving Lizzy's now-plugged bottom a spank. As she did, it sent the mare's bottom wobbling and the tail attached to the butt plug swaying into her thighs. Lizzy pulled her head back a bit at the slap and saw a black horse tail dangling between her legs, making her feel dizzy in the head again.

"W-well, we were fitting her... but c-cumming just from her tail being put in?" Emma asked.

"That's not it. The mare's a humiliation slut."

Both women and the mare turned to see where a grouchy voice came from and revealed Rhea Silverstone, cigarette in hand, standing at the entrance to the barn and striding in, bootheels clicking as she walked right up to the pony, grabbing the exposed holder for the tail and giving it a wiggle, swirling the long end of the metal J-hook deep in her rectum. "Ain't that right, Lizzy?"