Running Free

Lucky Lizzy slowly walked behind her trainer, her cousin Emma Foxxe, and whimpered into her bit each time her legs came up. The flex and tensing of her muscles pulled at the cropped skin of her bare pussy and stretched her spanked gluteal muscles, making each step both a challenge due to the sheer weight of these infernal ponyboots and the pain emanating from her muscles.

And yet, she couldn't stop her pussy from drooling down her legs, tickling her bare thighs. That was the worst part of all this. The tickling and the sheer humiliation that all this was arousing her so much...

"That's good, Lizzy. Just like that. You're getting your knees nice and high. Good girl!" Emma praises, using her riding crop as a marker for where she wanted Lizzy's knees to hit with each step. She was supposed to "raise her legs high and proud, make everyone look" but all Lizzy could think was how much this bizarre walk made her ass and tits bounce and wobble. And, of course, it made her feel like a stupid skank for how the mere thought of being watched like this turned her on so badly, creating that humiliating feedback loop of arousal...

"Okay, pause here. We're going to go on a short tour around the ranch, the grounds, a few of the trails, and finish back at the stable. The stable is where you will be living for the next few months, is where the ponies get washed, fed, and sometimes... uh, tacked, and then the barn is where the equipment is stored, maintained, and mares get really tacked in there, like you were today. Got it?" Emma asks, speaking slowly as she rubs Lizzy's lower back and buttocks, soothing the muscles there which the ponygirl appreciated.

Obediently, she raised her right hoof and stomped it down once, a little signal the two had worked out during this early canter practice as an "affirmative" sign, while stomping her left foot meant "no" and stamping either one twice meant Lizzy didn't understand. It helped Elizabeth keep calm knowing she had a way to communicate that wasn't odd grunts and moans, as the brass bit in her mouth tugged her lips back and prevented any proper speech. Instead, she could pant, huff, and drool freely while biting down on the rubber and "speak" to her trainer in another way.

Wait... trainer? Speak? This is... you're stamping your feet and aching from that stupid plug in your ass, get a grip!

Lizzy shuddered as a thought raced through her mind, dragging her back to awareness of her situation. She might have even begun to protest and start pulling if Emma didn't suddenly swat her right breast on the side of the ample flesh, making the mare yelp and look to her trainer.

"First! We're going to trot on over to the practice rings. Come!" Emma began to walk at a quick pace, pulling Lizzy's reins to force her to follow along, giving her a few swats on the mid-thigh when the legs didn't come high enough. It hurt each time, more so because of how tired she already was and how heavy these damn rubber-sole hoof boots were... not to mention how each step clenched on that J-hook plug in her ass!

But follow she did, complaints silenced by the bit and with Emma watching her form more than her face, Elizabeth could only obey... and it felt oddly good to be praised as she pranced along at a rather quick walking pace.

The two approached a quartet of enclosed tracks, ovals of dirt with wooden fencing around each to give the trainer a bit of assurance that a booted, and likely arm-bound mare, couldn't just escape easily. At the center of each oval was a smaller circular pen, enclosed in which was a tall metal post with a spinning head with two sort of "arms" reaching out from the center. Attached to each was a long thin wire which was then attached to a mare's saddle, as the new mare got to witness as one of the rings had two mares actively leashed up to this post and walked in neat circles, practicing their trotting form while a tall redheaded trainer had a single-tailed whip in hand, snapping and flicking it to indicate... something but she wasn't using it to hit the girls. Instead, the two mares either sped up, slowed down, switched directions, or paused altogether, the redhead going over to one of the mares to whisper something or other while the opposite-leashed mare stood by before a snap of the whip got the two moving again. The range on the wires let them get out of sync somewhat, but too far and it was clear that it would throw off the further-behind one quite a bit. Emma was leaning against the fence to let, or rather make, Lizzy watch.

"Taking it all in, Liz? These are the running tracks, and those two mares are in a round pen, or bullpen. The post up there helps control and match their pace, helpful for training two ponies at once, but isn't necessary all the time, especially if you're alone. Some mares struggle at all since those guide wires clip onto their... oh, oh look, she's falling behind. See? Look close!" Emma says, tugging the reins slightly to make Lizzy look where she was pointing. The mare in the circle who was "falling behind" looked like a young southeast Asian girl, black hair, petite form, taut muscles and a glistening sheen of sweat on every inch. She was clearly struggling against the tall and rapidly-trotting American girl opposite her, easily several inches taller with brown hair and a brown tail to match. The Asian pony began to squirm and shriek into a bit gag as her hips started to pull forward, ahead of her torso and legs. And Lizzy could see the guide-wire of the bullpen was attached via alligator clip to her labia. The poor mare squirmed and fought, trying to catch up but it was just too much and finally her trainer called a halt and the girl sagged down, legs quivering as she shuddered in pain, desperate for relief.

Lizzy felt a brush across her loins before a small swat on her ass cheek got her full attention. Emma was holding up a hand, covered in a mucus-like goo. "See... other mares? They fear the kind of pain you're going to need. See this? You're wet again."

Lizzy shot her eyes down, seeing her own pussy was betraying her again as grool dripped down her thighs, leaving her slick and sticky as her body's arousal was made blatant. She blushed and looked away from Emma, unable to meet her cousin's slightly-smug gaze.

"Rhea really clocked you, didn't she? I didn't quite take you for an exhibitionist... but hey, I'm glad we have an outlet for you. Between you and me?" She leans in, whispering, "I'm fine with you enjoying this... so long as we get results. No wins, no prize money. Feel me?"

Lizzy gives Emma a sideways glance, pondering her cousin's viewpoint. Sure, this had all been horribly painful, embarrassing, humiliating, and a dozen other words to say "She felt bad" but... at the same time, she'd cum once, would likely do so again if she had to watch those other two ponies get paraded around the bullpen, imagining it was her being made to march around like that, those sharp whip-cracks making her act without thought...

Slowly, she raised her right foot and stamped it down once, giving Emma a direct and confident look as she nodded, huffing out of her nose as her resolve to win was redoubled. If only she knew how serious her cousin would get through all this.

"Atta girl." Emma says before a swat of her riding crop catches Lizzy on the tit, making her flinch and squeak, more in surprise than genuine pain, and recoil, blushing bright red as Emma catches the reins up and pulls her close, "If I spot arousal like that, all that goo ruining your thighs, I will spank you, Lizzy. Once that stops happening, I'll know you're into this for the rewards and not the fuzzies anymore. So let's go. We'll trot now to see the rest of the ranch before taking one of the local nature trails through the nearby woods. A trot is a quicker movement, above your canter we were practicing, where you'll keep your back straight up, chest out, and knees high but focus more on the forward movement, so the knees don't need to come up as high just so long as you're making forward progress. It's quick. Think... like a jog! Come on, try it!"

She turns and flicks the reins, snapping them and pulling Lizzy forward into the trot. Lizzy struggles immediately, eyes down as she tries to watch for obstacles and terrain while her breasts bounced in her view, the up-and-down of the trot making her whole body move a lot more than the canter had. It was more than a bit uncomfortable and reminded her why she'd usually worn sports bras... maybe they made those for mares.

The two make an awkward trot away from the practice rings and across the driveway and into a well-trodden trail. On one side was a broad grassy field, extending all the way to the road that gave access to the ranch while on the other side was a much narrower, short field with a few smaller three-walled shelters, likely for shade or rain cover. Lizzy wasn't sure. Emma was happy to oblige.

"On the right there is the grazing field. It's nice and open, has a small watering hole from the creek that runs beside the ranch, trees, and some nice spots to stop and rest. It's for when the ponies get free time outside. A good time to socialize with your fellow mares! It's always fun. During the boarding season, real stallions and mares are put out there too, so watch for droppings, heh!"

Emma seemed far more enthused about the presence of horses on the ranch than Lizzy, who gave a surprised look at her cousin but couldn't really ask much as the pair jog-trotted along.

"On the left is the... well, uh, boarding stables. Those little shacks are where the equines rest and stuff, so no they won't be sharing you ponygirls' stable. Just be careful what you do when going by, they can sometimes get interested in you mares, I think because of the tails and hooves, and you might catch them breeding a mare now and then." Emma blushes as she turns and sees Lizzy's wide-eyed stare. "I mean! Like, real mare, a st-... a horse, equine! Sorry!"

The trainer, her attention back on her pony, misses a small rock sticking out of the trail and stumbles, tumbling to a stop and landing on her chest and face as Lizzy comes to a quick halt, nearly falling down herself as Emma's hand releases the reins and she laughs through her bit, snickering and snorting through the drool created by the bit's presence in her teeth.

Emma rolls over, seeing Lizzy amused by her mishap, and giggles too. "Okay, yeah, I deserved that. But I'll get you back for laughing! We're going to the nature trails now. Ready?"

She gets up and dusts herself off as Lizzy raises an eyebrow. The two had gone past most of the pasture area and arrived at an intersection of dirt-grass road, a sizeable creek running towards the roadway, and a log bridge spanning the creek. Emma jerks her head and marches off, Lizzy following along at a slower pace, her knees not coming up so high from exhaustion. Emma is quick to notice but knows it's typical for mares to tire early like this. Well-trained mares get such definition that walking like a pony is second-nature and a habit for them.

"I'll... encourage you to rest your legs a bit, pony. Be sure you're doing your best around the ranch... you lost two weeks of practice on it, so you have to do your best to catch up. Imperfect posture during a race can both get you hurt and lose you points on your image. Mares don't only get graded on their times during race season but their form and appearance. Gotta keep both sharp. It's why we're not going to do anything to ruin that pretty face!" She teases, patting Lizzy on the cheek as the pair make it across the bridge and stand at the edge of a large wooded area with a sign reading "Public Property; Courtesy of the Ranger Service. Fine for littering: $500"

Lizzy puts together what that means as Emma smirks at her, pulling the reins along. "Yes, that means we might run into random people out here. Luckily, photography in these woods is banned for a number of reasons... the main one given is that it disturbs the wildlife. If only first-timers knew!"

The pony grunts and yelps into her bit as she protests, or tries to, being brought into the public forest like this; bitted, led by a set of reins, in big heavy boots, covered in sweat from the exercise of trotting, and dripping wetness all over her thighs, but Emma doesn't seem to care as she leads the pony along narrow forest trails. The two remain fairly quiet, with Emma only pointing out roots of trees or big rocks to be aware of. The uneven terrain has Lizzy watching the ground even more than usual, such that when they pass by a group of three college-age-looking girls in shorts and tanktops, clearly on a casual hike, the mare only looks up and blushes crimson as they point, stare, and snicker quietly, clearly amused by the fetishist roaming the woods. Emma just waves friendly-like at them and moves on, pulling her suddenly-stiff mare as Lizzy digs her hooves into the ground, too afraid to move as her core vibrates in anticipatory need. The sheer... sensation of being seen like this, unable to even verbally defend herself-

THWACK!

"Shhhreee!" Lizzy's voice rings out around the bit gag as Emma smacks her cunt with the riding crop, earning a startled yelp from the trio of hikers who quickly hurry along, clearly surprised that this "fetishist" didn't seem to be just "roleplaying" her pony condition. The smack did its job though, as Lizzy finds herself suddenly a lot clearer of mind as pain emanates from her pussy as Emma pulls her close by the reins, running the head of the crop along her cousin's thighs.

"You... looked like you were close. Didn't even notice it yourself, did you? Your cunny was drooling even harder and your knees were pressing against each other. I bet you were about to cum, weren't you?"

Lizzy stares down at her cousin. Her shorter, blue-haired, clothed cousin. Why did she get the power here? And as she looked down beyond her heaving tits and saw her absolutely soaked thighs, she realized why: She genuinely enjoyed this. The... everything. Whether she was ready to verbally admit that or not. In just a day, a morning even, her body's need for this had been made clear. She whined as she slowly nodded, shutting her eyes and heaving into her bit as Emma brushed her with that crop, spreading around the markers of her arousal.

"It's okay, pony. We'll train you up nice and strong so you know when to let loose on these feelings. Until then, you get cropped. Let's go back, it'll be lunch soon and I'd hate to flog you for tardiness."

Emma turns and starts marching her pony back, at a slightly quicker pace, and even though Emma was just loosely guiding her by the reins, not even really looking back to give her mare some quiet time to think, Lizzy still found herself raising her knees a bit higher than she otherwise might have needed to. The boots did feel oddly nice to wear...

As the pair returned to bridge to the ranch, Emma paused, turning and giving Lizzy a quick look and smirked. "Those boots are pretty nice for most surfaces you'll run into, Liz. The metal shoes are nice and supportive, the weight digs into soft soils, grasses, and muds well, and they're flat enough for concrete and brick and stuff. But... there's one terrain you should avoid. Water." She points at the creek and snaps a finger. "Go on, get down there. We'll show you why, and show you why the stream isn't fenced off in the grazing pasture..."

Lizzy found herself hesitant after Emma's preface here. Why was water so dangerous to her hooves? She didn't seem to have much of a choice though... and with Emma here, she was likely going to be okay. Cautiously, she followed Emma down the grassy bank of the stream, which was a good twenty yards wide but shallow across the way, maybe a foot or two deep at most, and stepped through cautiously as Emma picked her way along too.

And suddenly the world turned sideways for Lizzy as her hoof gave way beneath her on a slimy algae-covered rock. She screamed into her bit as she toppled to the side, unable to break her fall with her bound hands and splashed into the shallow water. Water that, as she went in, was cool but not freezing but deep enough to drown in. The moving water was surprisingly quick under there too, dragging her a few inches downstream before the reins went taut and her head was yanked up, putting her face directly into the current as she tried, from shock, to breath but worse her bit always kept her mouth a little bit open and water poured into her mouth in a hurry.

In an instant, Emma was by her side, yanking Lizzy up out of the water and setting her on her knees in the shallow stream, coughing and sputtering as she tried to clear stream water from her airways, Emma squatting close beside her and rubbing her back as the pony breathed heavily, eyes panicked as she looked to her trainer for comfort.

"See? If I'd let you find that out alone while grazing... well, Lottie might not have gotten there in time. Do yourself a favor? Stay away from water. Come on, lean into me and let's get you out of here."

Emma helped the now-terrified-of-water mare up to her hooves and Lizzy looked down. Her collapse had kicked up a fair bit of streambed soil and had caked her right and lower halves in mud, leaving her quite sullied and shivering as it cooled on her skin, making her blush from the condition. Emma snickered.

"And... we'll get you a shower before lunch too, it seems. C'mon, Muddy Lizzy."

The tall mare glared at her cousin as the pair made their way out of the water. Clearly, she didn't find it funny...