Running Free

"She's a needy little humiliation slut and you're seeing the fruits of that all over my barn floor, Emma. Where'd you even find this pony, mm?"

Rhea chastised the pony even as she tugged, twirled, and pushed the tail plug in her rectum while staring at the shorter trainer, stewing in her juice-stained boots with an embarrassed expression. The old woman tossed her cigarette down in the pony's puddle of squirt, stamping it out for good measure.

"You know damn well that I don't like fetish enthusiasts. They get weeded out for a good reason." Rhea releases the butt plug but harshly spanks Lucky Lizzy right on the seat of her buttocks, more precisely and more forceful than Emma had ever, making her yelp loudly into her gag, jump, and stagger on her ponyboots into her trainer as she continued to huddle against Emma for stability.

"M-miss Rhea! I... I didn't... she didn't... that's not why I picked her!" Emma replied hastily as her arm went around Lizzy's waist to stabilize her, hooves clopping wetly from the scramble to stay upright in a puddle of her own squirt. "She's highly athletic, willing to run, and... she's a friend, so I knew her before making her a mare."

"So you're compromised? You know extremely well that 'close friends' make terrible teammates. It's why I separate them if I find out, Emma." Rhea barked at her. Behind Emma, Isabella could sense things would only get more tense and quietly backed away, starting to pack up her extra tack and supplies before going to find a mop. "Please don't tell me you're going to suggest that you can treat a fucking exhibitionist like your friend and succeed at racing, Emma. You owe me ten percent of the winnings this year and I can't justify keeping you at the stables and feeding and housing you if you make nothing." Rhea sighs, planting her hand on her hip while taking a long drag on a new cigarette before chucking it in irritation, the terrified trainer and blushing, heaving mare looking at her with varying levels of comprehension. "Emma... I like you, I was a reckless trainer at your age too... but I have a business to run here. The ranch don't come free. You got the stall because I thought I taught you to be smarter than this. So... explain yourself. Sharpish."

Emma squirmed in her boots, carefully prying herself away from Lizzy and making her cousin stand more upright. She faced Rhea with all the courage she could, straightening her back though it didn't help much. "Ma'am. I am confident I can train Lizzy to be a professional runner. I want to compete in the chariot runs. She-"

"She's not built for it. Look at her." Rhea says, reaching out to sharply grab and tug Lizzy's right nipple, making the ponygirl yelp and pull away, just to make Rhea's fingers pinch harder and slip off her tit in a painful yank. "I said it before, but now it's quite clear that it's going to be an even bigger problem. Huge tits, a plump rump... shapely legs and a toned stomach only get you so far if your mare's spending half her energy just staying upright thanks to all the extra weight she's swinging around!"

Emma and Lucky both blush bright red, one more so than the other, and Emma brushes forward, standing up for her mare. "B-but! Cherry had massive tits! Big... well, almost as big as Lizzy's! And you never complained about those. You even said you'd miss-"

"Miss a well-trained mare with three seasons of experience, one of which had a full off-season of training, and knew how to handle her extra weight on account of it? Yes. I did say that." Rhea says, cutting Emma off as she snatches the reins, tugging them once and sending Lizzy staggering forward, barely, barely managing to stay upright as her heavy D-cup breasts hang beneath her as Rhea bends the mare forward. With the extra two inches of platform from the pony boots, she stood over six feet tall now and was taller than anyone else when upright. But when yanked by Rhea, she barely reached the old matron's shoulder as the woman held the reins downwards, making Lizzy choose to bend or fall to the floor. "Cherry Pie could take a beating, get led by her reins, follow directions of a whip, had perfect canter and gallop form, and had massive assets. Your mare just has the one perk. I don't see any reason she'll do well. And, worst of all..." Rhea throws her arm out to the side, tugging the reins on Lucky's bit harness and pulling her head to the side, twirling her arm forward to pull Lizzy around by the leads so she was facing away from Rhea with just a few snaps of the old woman's wrist. She then plunges her hand in between the mare's buttocks, over her plug, and across her labia, popping her fingers out for Emma to see from the front of her mare. "And your mare is fucking soaked and there's not a stud nor stallion for miles." She yanks her hand away, wiping Lucky Lizzy's aroused grool off on her flank as she walks back around the brightly-blushing, leg-quivering mare and pushes the reins back into Emma's hands as the woman glares at the trainer.

"You brought an exhibitionist into a serious competition. And now you're the one paying the price. And I'm footing the bill... fucking tourist pony..." Rhea snatches her cigarette case from her jeans' back pocket and goes to light yet another cigarette before Emma speaks up again, desperate for her mentor's approval.

"What if I train her properly?! And she's not a tourist... she didn't even know... well, everything that this had in store... so this is really a surprise to us both. And I'm not going to abandon her for having big breasts! She's willing to come out here and run, even if... even if she's getting aroused by all this!" Emma pleads, clutching Lizzy's reins for comfort as the mare, barely a participant in the conversation thanks to the bit in her mouth, mumbles affirmatively and nods eagerly, pony tail bobbing even as her thighs quiver and ass aches; all the spanking and the plug in her ass had done a number on her.

Rhea stares at Emma with a critical eye, unlit cigarette and lighter hovering in front of her mouth as she ponders what to say. She lowers the lighter and responds as she slips the cig out. "There's only one way to handle a girl like her, Em. Only one." She steps forward and looms over Emma. The older woman was a few inches taller than the trainer but a few shorter than the mare, even without the boots. "Beat her. Punish her hard. Whip her frequently. Pain will focus her mind even as her cunt betrays her. Cumming during a race, cumming during training... those will only act to sabotage her stamina. Orgasm tires a pony out. Makes them crave it, crave being fucked. You'll have to deny her orgasm and keep her in pain frequently. Elsewise..." She brushes past Emma quite easily and slides her fingers over Lizzy's bare, silky-smooth pussy and dips a finger in, curling it and scrubbing the mare's inner folds as she goes cross-eyed and her knees slam together, juices pouring from her lips as Rhea spreads her labia open. "Elsewise, she's just going to be a useless stud-teaser. Helpful during harvest and breeding season, but that's after the usual running season for charioteers. Sure, we'll be getting stallions on the ranch in three weeks, I might even call on a slutty thing like her to help... but a chariot-puller? She'll need to be marked with whip lines constantly to ensure proper performance. Especially as a first-year. If she were in her fourth or fifth... I'd say you could encourage her with pleasure, but that's just because she'd have spent three years being flogged for bedtime. You can't tell me that she's going to accept that."

Emma doesn't even look at Lizzy. She probably should have. But she steps forward, giving Rhea a soft push to get her attention and remove her hand from Lizzy's pussy lips. "I'll punish her hard! She can take it! She's strong enough for it, and we both want to win. Whatever it takes!"

Lizzy gives her trainer a quick glance, debating just how to respond until she considers her options for a moment. You're bitted... you've got a metal rod up your ass... you're wearing heavy, humiliating boots shaped like horse hooves... a tail's dangling between your legs... you'd be seen by... a bunch, probably... and Emma's gonna whip you daily...

Lucky Lizzy gives an assertive nod, lifting her knee up, meeting a perfect height-raise as instructed by Emma earlier, surprising herself most of all as she stamps it back down, trying to assert that she would indeed work hard and certainly could take it. She still had her hands bound to her waistline, so there wasn't much more she could do than lift her legs, grunt, and nod... how very bestial.

Silverstone stares at the foolish twenty-year-olds and sighs before slipping her cigarette back into its case and gives Emma another harsh stare. "You're going to regret this. She won't be your friend after this... not unless she truly does forget the pain and focuses on the rewards. I hope you're ready to be a cruel bitch to her. Be kind when it's due, during tacking, bathing, the likes... but training? Every moment you need an iron grip, little blue." She gives an almost-sympathetic look to Lizzy. "And you're going to appreciate learning to sleep standing up, since your ass and back are going to take the brunt of it. Fine. You two stubborn bitches can do it. I'll let you keep your slot. Come on. Time to tour the ranch, Lucky Lizzy. Emma, go fetch your riding crop and meet us in front of trotting ring one. Go." Rhea snatches the reins as Emma lights up, somewhat, and dashes out, yelling "thankyouthankyouthankyou!" over her shoulder as she sprints to her truck's tool box, finds her sleek black leather riding crop, and runs back to the indicated meeting point. A dirt oval track near the stables, where the mares slept, intended for use as practice with learning how to canter, trot, and gallop in ponyboots without any pulled weight. Other tracks had practice carriages, chariots, or even ploughs for more specific practice...

Rhea watched Emma sprint off and curled Lucky's reins in her hand, the leather creaking under her grip as Isabella meandered back with a mop. "You think she can do it, ma'am?" She whispered, a bit worried for the pair.

Silverstone sighed, starting to walk off and pulling the reins, forcing Lucky to stumble along with her at a slow pace, hoof-boots clopping on the concrete. "I reckon this busty nag can do it, honestly, but Emma's a soft-hearted girl. I don't know if she can. I'll work on her. Thanks for tidying up. I bet you'll need that mop a fair bit with this squirty girl at the stables. Later, Iz. C'mon pony."

Lucky Lizzy follows the old ranch owner cautiously, her cheeks, both sets, burning as she watches the woman nonchalantly tug and control the reins with what was probably decades of experience. Just how long had these "games" been running, she found herself wondering.

The pair reach the metal gate leading to the trotting arena when Emma comes sprinting over, eagerly showing Rhea that she'd brought the leather crop, earning only a curt nod and control of the reins again.

"Good. Emma, tell me. What portions of your mare are most important during a race?" She asks, folding her arms across her stomach as Emma grips the reins and tucks the crop into her belt.

"Her legs, ma'am. We've gone over this plenty of times before... her legs are the most important."

Rhea nods approvingly. "Good girl, you were listening. Where else?"

Emma pauses, wondering where her mentor was going with this. "Uhm... her hooves? It's important her gear is in place... so her saddle?"

Rhea shakes her head, gesturing with a long finger towards Lizzy's buttocks. "Wrong on both accounts. At the very least, when talking about the mare and not her equipment. On your mare, her gluteal muscles, her legs, and her balance are most important. Not... quite in that order. Lizzy here needs pain to remain focused and be reminded that this isn't a pleasure cruise. She's going to be dripping wet from the humiliation and embarrassment of being shaved daily, nude all the time, and plugged up. She won't break out of that until it becomes routine, which rarely happens for seasonal mares. If she were full-time, year-round? Then I wager you'd break her of that mentality. But as she is... and with so little time..."

"I'll need to find somewhere to hurt her frequently that won't impact her running." Emma posits, tracking Rhea's logic. The old woman nods, waving her hand in a little "go on" gesture. "And... good spots would be places that sting and hurt, somewhere she wouldn't look forward to being struck..." the trainer looks over at her mare as Lizzy, understanding these two women were discussing where to hurt her, gave Emma a frightened look, slightly shaking her head. "...like... her pussy? Or her breasts... she doesn't need her breasts for running... her face would make her unsightly-"

"And could easily cause real, permanent damage. Good call."

Emma nods at her mentor's interjection. "Right. So... if I'm to keep her under control, you'd recommend whipping, cropping, or flogging her breasts and pussy."

"And her ass. If she has a few days to recover before race days. You will be striking with a riding whip during a race, and her ass will take those hits. So she needs to be ready for the sting of a thin single-line whip. Don't forget that."

"R-right, I won't. Thank you, Rhea."

The old woman nods, gesturing to the riding crop on Emma's waist. "Good. Prove it. Crop her pussy please, and then trot her around the ranch. I have to go and check in with a few other trainers who had issues with their mares. A couple other first-time trainers paired with not first-year mares. So they're having some difficulty, and basically being led by their mares! The pissants I get sent to fix with my stable of lifer-mares. Feh. Go on, you two. I'll see you at the stable for lunch, probably. And during grazing time, we'll get you moved into your room, Em."

"Sounds good, thank you, miss Silverstone." Emma says, giving a respectful nod of her head before drawing the crop from her belt and coiling the reins around her hand as Lizzy starts trying to step back, but completely unable to do so -without falling down anyway- and Emma reaches the head of the crop down to place the flat leather "head" of the impact tool to her cousin's still-wet, oil-glistening mons. "She's... she's right though... isn't she? You are buzzing... and I need you focused, Liz." Emma lowers the crop in a wind-up and swings it up sharply, smacking Lizzy's damp labia with a clean strike, making the mare jump up even as she shakes her head, pleading to not be cropped on her sensitive pussy. A bestial scream escapes her metal and rubber bit, her teeth biting into it as her legs slam together, trying to soothe the sting of her pussy when Emma suddenly slaps her right tit and Lizzy realizes Rhea was speaking, but the mare couldn't really hear over her own screams escaping her bitted mouth.

"...Good! If she denies you access, remind her she's your mare, not the other way around. She serves you, and if she tries to hide that cunt, or swings those breasts away when you're working on them, or tries to prevent a flogging of her back or ass, hit her somewhere else and remind her who's in charge. Good aim, too. That'll sting on her nipple. Once more, on her cunt. Make her spread for you."

Emma, a bit nervous after hearing the guttural screams from her naked, bound, bitted cousin gives the reins a sharp tug to get Lizzy's attention. "M-mare! Spread your le- hooves, again! Spread! Open!" She barks, ordering Lizzy as she directs her mare's legs open with the crop. Lizzy shook her head desperately, legs quivering and hands clenching at her waist, still unable to get more than an inch away and even though her fingers opened to try and block her pussy, they couldn't reach. And, slowly, as she began to realize she was indeed powerless here, her legs sloooowly opened...

And Emma cropped her right away, the moment those legs were acceptably placed.

Lizzy screeched again, this sting hurting twice as much as it bit into already-cropped skin and her knees buckled, sending her to the ground, kneeling in the dust and sobbing into her bit as Rhea stood with a heartless expression and crossed arms. She turned to Emma calmly. "Good girl. Get her on her feet, tour, and lunch. She'll get time to salve her wounds at grazing time. Lottie's on for grazing duty, and she's got good eyes, so if she spots your mare rubbing or orgasming, you'll hear of it. Good luck, foolhardy girl." Rhea pats Emma on the head as she struts off, leaving the sobbing, cropped, naked, bitted, bound, harnessed and saddled, booted girl to kneel in the dust as her cunt drooled into the dirt endlessly, marking her shameful pleasure of the whole situation...