Running Free

Lucky Lizzy wanders off from the small rest area as the stable hand, Polly, keeps checking in the last few mares on the ranch. Lizzy tried to keep track of who was who, but if she was completely honest with herself, it was hard to think out here at all. She wagered some twenty women, including herself, were out here in similar wear; pony boots, bridles and bits, and most of them had some sort of bondage gear to keep their arms restrained. Almost all of them were completely nude otherwise, but Lizzy did notice that a couple mares... women did wear something. A couple had fairly small bikinis covering just enough to be considered clothing, one girl she saw wore nothing short of a padded metal chastity belt and matching bra, and one woman, tall, proud, and shapely wore a full-body white latex suit! Lizzy found her tricky to look at as the shiny rubber suite reflected the sunlight.

Only a few of the other ponygirls didn't have bits in and those few congregated as they leisurely trotted around the field. Lizzy whined quietly into her bit as she helplessly drooled, unable to fully close her mouth when a feminine voice comes up from behind her.

"Heya, you're new, ain't ya?"

Lizzy spins around, her tail whipping her other thigh as she looks to see a girl about her height, similarly nude, dressed in perfectly-fitting red and black pony boots reaching her upper thigh and a pair of matching leather sleeves, attached to one another by a criss-crossing set of straps binding up her modest chest and back with some notable metal links at her wrists and elbows, but were helpfully unbuckled giving her some of the most limb-freedom of the entire field, as far as Lizzy could tell. The girl was gorgeous with dyed black and red hair to match her tall boots and long sleeves. It was basically a reverse-bunny girl outfit, based on what was and wasn't exposed... and it had Lizzy blushing and dripping already.

This girl, definitely a pony based on her boots, was also un-bitted and didn't even have a head harness on, just a tall neck collar that hugged her slender neck and ran along her jawline with a big rose-gold ring under her chin.

"Not quite sure where to go, who to be with, right? C'mon, filly, I'll introduce ya. I'm Checkers, or Chancy Checkers, if you want to split tails." She said, still fixing the mostly-nude Lizzy with a wide smile as she places a hand across Lizzy's lower back and walks the new ponygirl over to the small cluster of other un-bitted ponies. Checkers, Lizzy noticed, had a perfect lifted-knee gait, seemingly doing it by instinct and habit as she walked her compatriot along. "It's always a little difficult for new fillies like you. A lot of the trainers forget that we have needs too, but they mean well. And you got here late, so you missed the orientation and stuff. Hey, girls!"

The other three un-bitted girls, each in varying levels of bondage wear, turn to see the black and red Checkers and black leather and cropped-pink Lizzy approach. Lizzy blushed red enough to match Checkers but the trio seemed genuinely friendly and welcoming, even if they were undressed enough to be considered for employment at a strip club.

"Hey, Check! Who's the new girl?" A girl with short green hair asks as she trots up. Though un-bitted she still wore a green and brown-leather harness around her head for one. Her hands were tightly bound to her waist, even more so than Lizzy's hands, and her pony boots being extremely short, pared down and barely reaching her mid-calf. She was otherwise naked beyond her green ponytail extending from her rectum attached to a J-hook, like Lizzy, which looked like a braided bunch of vines.

"It's... I think that Trainer Emma's filly. First year; a rookie."

"The late-comer, right?" Another girl with raven-black hair casting over one eye asks, her face decorated with makeup to match and a charcoal-black head harness with black metal buckles. As Lizzy looked her up and down, she saw her nipples and labia were also dyed or even tattooed raven-black, making her sensitive places stand out by the inverted color as the mostly-nude pony stood by, wearing tall black boots like Lizzy but with her hands bound behind her in an armbinder. She moved gracefully and smoothly, with seemingly no discomfort in having her hands stuck behind her back or her privates fully exposed.

Lizzy notices all four looking at her and she nods, a bit of spittle escaping her mouth as she confirms she was indeed the late-comer. She feels horribly ashamed and ill-composed among these "veterans." She was still a bit damp from her shower, exhausted, and unprepared. Worst of all, unlike any of the other ponies here, she was dripping down her thighs while they all acted like this was the most normal thing possible.

"I see why your trainer picked you though, you're big!"

Lizzy turned her eyes to the last of the ponies and saw a shorter-than-most pink-haired, pig-tailed, flat-chested and cheerful girl with striped pink and white pony boots, a tiny striped bikini, and half pink and half white hair with a lacy-white and pink harness tracing through her hair and across her face. Contrary to the other bridles Lizzy had seen, this one appeared to be fabric instead of leather. She was a riot of color and energy as she trots over to Lizzy, her elbows bound behind her back via a small belt around her midsection, just beneath her flat chest. This left her hands partially free, but still restrained. Unique, even among the cadre of ponies. She beams at the taller blonde.

"You're going to be a major competitor... but I'm not gonna lose! I've been practicing my steps really hard, and my trainer's got all sorts of new ideas to make me stand out. Look at my tan lines!" She says, proudly lifting her tiny bikini off her chest to reveal sharply-burned tan lines, giving a distinct impression of super-pale skin beneath the small fabrics as she grins at Lizzy.

Checkers smirks as she paces over. "She's not a pageant pony, Candy. She's a charioteer... can't you tell from the saddle?"

"Candy" tilts her head as she looks Lizzy up and down, the taller blonde blushing and looking away as she's inspected by another mostly-nude girl. Her thighs press together to try and hide how badly she was leaking from her humiliated arousal. "But... but she's so... busty. And that fat ass! Mares like her always compete and dance in the shows! She can't run like that!" The smaller girl whines and pouts a bit, puffing out her cheeks and stamping her small, showy boots with tassels decorating them. Lizzy looks down to see the hooves didn't look heavy at all, not at all like her own, and were instead mostly hollow and left a narrow and light horseshoe impression compared to her own heavy horseshoe prints.

Checkers pats the shorter girl on the head before she leans on the petite pony's head. "Give it a rest, Cotton Candy. Just means you have a better shot at winning this year. Am I right though, filly? Chariots, right?"

Lizzy nods meekly, remembering what Emma taught her and raising a hoof to stamp it back down, realizing a fraction too late that it would expose her bare, glistening cunt for a moment before she can slap her knees together again and hide herself. This infernal saddle made her hands so useless!

Checkers snorts and gives Cotton Candy a small pat on the hip. "See? Told you she was a runner. And those legs... tits or not, you're going to be a good pony. Just gotta grow up a bit. Make sure you work hard for your trainer, alright? Might even get some more freedom if you behave well, sorta like us."

"Pfft, as if you've ever behaved well a day in your life, Check." The raven-haired pony says with teasing scoff, pacing away from the "new filly" as she starts to canter off towards a nearby tree, taking slow and lazy but graceful steps as she did.

"You're just mad I keep beating you in the race ring, Corv! What, did you forget who's the reigning champ around here?" Checkers says, bantering back as she flexes an arm as a show of force; mostly because she was unlike most of the mares and was nearly completely unbound, not even bridled!

The other two, the short pink one Cotton Candy and the un-referenced green and brown one muttered and grumbled as they walked off after "Corv" and left Lizzy with Checkers. The brash "champion" snorted and started leading the new girl off in the opposite direction, ambling for some shade. As they went, the more experienced mare spoke and Lizzy looked around, listening and gazing at the other ponygirls milling about.

"We're all friends and rivals out here... and we all take the training to different degrees. A few of the girls... well, they spend all their time bitted or otherwise voice-restricted. I heard of one pony a couple years back who had her vocal chords altered so she could only bay and whine. A lifer, I heard. Did this full-time until she went overseas... hope she's doing alright wherever she is."

Lizzy looked frightened at that prospect, Checkers catching her concern easily. It seems this red-and-black-themed mare was acutely attuned to other ponies' moods and mental states. "Re-lax, filly. I'm sure your trainer's going to keep you. Even if you go overseas, she'd come with ya. Nobody would let someone like you out of the stable willingly. And, hey, if you really like this life, you might even come back for a few years. Get your boots into the dirt, so to speak. Me? I'm on my fifth year of doing this. Not bad for a thirty-year-old, eh? Still winning against younger mares on technique alone."

Lucky Lizzy was a bit shocked to hear this woman speak so candidly and openly about doing this for half a decade and how proud she was for her performance. Her entire torso was exposed, her breasts even more neatly "wrapped" with the crossing leather straps holding her sleeves on and her high boots nearly reached her crotch and held tightly with belts, leaving her quite vulnerable. And even despite that, she seemed quite jovial and confident in herself. Lizzy supposed that to run around nude like this for a few years demanded such self-confidence. It was rather inspiring for the recently un-closeted exhibitionist...

"But hey, I'm sorry you're verbally-restricted. Look at me, flaunting it. What an ass. I'd help, but your trainer'd be furious if she found out I helped you un-bit. And mine would checker my ass red and black for interfering with another mare. Filly or not! You'll get used to it."

Lizzy sighed softly, nodding as she tried to make an indication that she understood. The two reached the shade of a tree and looked outward, where Lizzy's eye was caught by that all-white latex suited pony, gracefully trotting along. It even seemed the girl had a full-head hood, her eyes and mouth completely featureless with only a pair of tiny holes for her nose to breathe through. She didn't even have hair, and instead had a "mane" running down her neck and a snow-white tail attached to the suit, as it came out of her lower back and not from a plug in her ass, like Lizzy.

Checkers gave the new mare a little nudge, smirking as she saw the "filly" admire the white pony. "Like her? That's one of Cotton Candy's competing ponies, Crystal Starlight. A lifer, from what I know about her. Never takes that latex suit off in public. Always in it. I think she's pulled out, bathed, and put back in by her trainer every other night or so. I hear her boots when I stay up sometimes, but my trainer's mean and always puts me in a blinder for bedtime, so I can't see what's going on."

Lizzy gives the red-and-black pony a look, raising an eyebrow and mumbling through her bit.

"Yeah, each trainer treats their pony different and uniquely. Sure, we might share a lot of training facilities, but everyone's got their own style. I'm sure you'll see your trainer's style soon..."

Lizzy winced as she crossed her legs again, feeling a mental sting on her pussy from what Rhea Silverstone decided Emma's style would be; pain.

Checkers doesn't seem to notice as she instead admires the graceful white pony trotting along through the field. All covered in latex and with her arms in a binder behind her back, she seemed the icon of grace and vulnerability. "I heard she can't see out of that hood, that it's not see-through like some pony hoods. Depending on your trainer, she might get you a blinder or shade-hood, so the world's a bit fuzzy? Helps with obedience and focus... kinda scary that Crystal there wanders around blind and knows the ranch by pure memory, or is just kinda... feeling her way around. Brr."

Lizzy felt a certain admiration for Crystal there. Apparently committing and doing this full time, for life, even! What a career path...

"Wuh-oh... watch out, filly. We got company-" Checkers says as she turns a bit faster than Lizzy and indicates with a small gesture before folding her hands in front of her stomach, slightly propping up her breasts and doing nothing to hide her groin. It was likely a trained posture given how instinctively she performed it.

Lucky Lizzy turns and feels her stomach drop out of her plugged ass as an old, grey-haired, slightly wrinkled and grouchy woman strides towards her with a commanding gait and glint in her eye and Lizzy's reins in hand. The woman was now wearing her hair up in a hair tie along with some aged blue jeans, a leather blazer and white undershirt stained with dust and wore some older, sun-cracked and dirt-caked boots, clearly worn but sturdy.

Lizzy gives the other mare a quick look of panic before Rhea gets there and gives Lizzy a firm swat on her ass to get her attention. "Mare! Come here. Checkers, that will be all for today. Off you go." She says dismissively to the veteran pony.

Chancy Checkers swallows and nods, straightening up and staying quite quiet before giving Lizzy a pitying look and pacing off, rejoining her other friends to watch the impending show.

And that left Lucky Lizzy all alone with the old trainer. Rhea wastes no time in catching Lizzy by the bridle and pulling her down, clipping the reins on each side of her bit and gaining control of the mare. Her hand was firm and shockingly strong for someone pushing 70. Lizzy jerked forward and whined into her bit, drooling and biting down hard on the rubber of her gag while fighting for balance. Then Rhea turned, beginning to pull Lizzy back towards the entrance of the grazing field and revealing a well-worn brown leather riding crop on her the back of her belt.

"Alright, tourist... time for you to prove to me you're not wasting my and Emma's time..."