Running Free

Elizabeth, a pony girl in all ways but her current mentality, sweltered in her heavy pony boots as the old woman, the owner of the ranch she was a pony at, flicked a single-tail whip in the air, snapping it just behind Lizzy and making her jump from the sharp crack it made. She could almost feel the impact on her skin as she pushed her boots into the soil beneath her, digging for purchase as she walked in a circle, knees raising with each step as she was made to march to exact specifications on her posture and form. The old woman had essentially kidnapped her from the "grazing fields" and the other ponygirls there, whom Lizzy had found quite unusual but much friendlier than the old hag currently making her walk in circles around this ring, this bullpen.

Silverstone had brought Lizzy here and then taken a lead wire from the rotating post in the center and clipped it to Lucky Lizzy's saddle. The post and armature above her spun with her movements as she tugged along, the wire creating resistance as she dug her hooves into the dirt and passed by Rhea once a rotation as the woman barked remarks at her, demanding she improve her posture and making Lizzy feel generally useless and terrible for being so slow at pulling this iron post in slow circles. Her thighs burned from the work, compounded by the entire morning and afternoon of lifting her knees in these heavy boots.

And, worst of all for Lizzy, her thighs were slick with her fluids, her pussy throbbing with need, and if it weren't for the repeated slaps on her buttocks each time she trod past Rhea, standing as a marker for each time Lizzy made it around the bullpen, she'd have orgasmed from sheer humiliation of being out here like this, naked for this old woman to look at and pulling a wire like some beast of burden.

She endured for several long, sweaty, struggle-filled rotations but, finally, as she came around the pen once again and received a sharp slap on her buttock, right where Rhea had hit her every single time she went by, Lizzy yelped as she collapsed, drooling and sobbing around her brass bit in her mouth as she dropped to her knees in the dirt, panting heavily and watching tears drip into the dirt through watery eyes as her hands feebly clenched at her hips, unable to do anything with her wrists still restrained.

Rhea stood by for a moment before coiling the whip in her hand and setting it in its holder near the bullpen post. She waited for a moment, resting her hand on her hip as she watched the naked girl cry in the dirt, tacked up in heavy ponygirl gear and let out a long, slow sigh but didn't immediately move to stop Lizzy's crying fit. Instead, she walked over calmly with her riding boots kicking up a bit of dust before she ran her fingers along the leather straps of the ponygirl's bridle harness laced in her hair.

"Alright, girl. Let it out. Fifteen revolutions... not bad; for an exhausted mare on her first time in the pen. And with a plugged bottom and spanked flank, no less. I'm almost impressed. Not too many ponies have such... durability this early." Rhea said, almost wistfully as she stood to Lizzy's side, gently stroking the sobbing ponygirl who, despite her aimless, gagged blubbering, was listening to the old woman out of fear if for no other reason. "Let's talk. Well, I'll talk, and you can listen. I'd remove your bit, but your trainer's the only one permitted to do that. She's my trainer, but you're her mare and there's a hierarchy for a reason."

Suddenly, she squats down, getting eye-level with the girl who turns slightly to look at Rhea, eyes red and puffy and choking out soft sobs before Rhea slips her hand down to Lizzy's knee and glides it upwards along her bare, smooth inner thigh and collects a considerable amount of slick juices that had leaked out during Lizzy's bullpen march. She spreads her fingers, showing off Lizzy's gooey arousal to herself, earning a blush as the pony tries to look away just for Rhea to grab her chin with that wet hand and tug her eyes back to her. "And all without an orgasm. Sure, you're a fucking mess that you might as well have cum your little brains out... but you didn't, did you? You're probably buzzing down there, like a tourist, but... unlike them, you held out. Either the pain kept you alert or... you're not quite the exhibitionist I thought you were. Which was it? The pain?" She asks, pausing for Lizzy to make a reply.

And Lizzy -Elizabeth- pauses too. She stares directly into Rhea's eyes, not that she had a choice, and feels the wet shame of her arousal on the old woman's bony fingers gripping her chin. Drool was escaping her lips and running over those same fingers, making Lizzy squirm as she smelled her own musky need. She was aroused, she couldn't deny it. She'd known something like this might have excited her even before being stripped, shaved, and tacked. She'd read plenty of exhibitionist erotica and watched plenty of porn about it during her time at college. She'd even debated, dreamt, of streaking campus at night just for the thrill. But she'd always been too much of a coward and too concerned for her future and reputation to dare to do it. But now...

The pony nodded meekly, eyes feathering shut as she gnaws on her rubber-coated bit, ashamed as her body shivered from her admission, her nipples stiffening from her acknowledging her desire. She winced slightly as her shivering got her clenching on the toy in her ass. She knew that would be sore in the morning, but for now... the ability to derive a bit of pleasure out of it kept a low fire burning in her loins as Rhea hummed softly.

"As I suspected. If not for the slaps and strikes, even you think you'd have been a sopping wet puddle on my ranch. Can I tell you a secret, though?" She asks, leaning in and catching Lizzy by the bridle beside her ear, tugging the girl close. "You'd not be the first. I've had dozens of ponies over the years come out here and try to be mares just because they're aroused by it. Because it makes them cum, because they chase the thrill. But none of them last. None of them could take the pain... why do you think I knew how to keep you focused? I've seen your kind before." She says, a bit of admiration in her voice as Lizzy quivers in her grip. "And yet... you're not screaming and running, tugging at the reins, fighting like a captured horse desperate for release. In fact, you're not fighting much of anything. You seem quite compliant and submissive, even without your good friend and trainer here. Why?"

Lizzy, of course, cannot reply as she turns her head as much as the bridle allows to look at Rhea, almost afraid that the woman might guess the answer to that question. She sure seemed to be knowledgeable of this sort of thing. She does let out a soft, mewling whine into her bit, a desperate sort of plea for... something, anything really.

"She's not just your friend though, is she? Emma's a sweet girl, but a terrible liar. I'm not sure what you two are up to, but it doesn't matter now. Not when you're Lucky Lizzy. A name I'm sure she picked on a whim. Possibly one she had prepared. You never quite know. But what I do know is you didn't protest being given the name. You didn't have a bit in. You could have spoken up. You were cognizant enough to read and sign that contract, you could have said no. You came here in the first place and I know she's not dumb enough to tell you nothing about what would happen... so why are you here, Lizzy?" Rhea asks, really doing so rhetorically as she's well aware the pony wouldn't be replying any time soon.

"RHEA!"

The old woman doesn't move, at least for a moment, as she holds Lizzy's gaze a moment longer while a furious blue-haired girl storms over, vaults the fence into the running ring and again into the bullpen before charging right up to the gray-haired woman. Rhea stands slowly, turning to meet Emma's approach as the trainer stomps right up to her mentor, all but bumping into the woman with tears welling up in her eyes and a fierce gaze as she looks up at the slightly taller woman.

Only, they weren't tears of sadness.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, kidnapping my mare?! That goes against... it's... even you can't do that, you've never done that!" She yells, jabbing a finger into Rhea's chest as the woman meets her gaze, a look of faint amusement growing on her lips. Emma wasn't done, and she wasn't smiling. "I went running off into the forest looking for you two... Polly said she thought you went off that way... and I go running around, yelling like a banshee! And then just to find you took her over here and are working her until she collapses! Were you cropping her? She's... it's her first day!"

Rhea finally breaks her stoic silence and jerks a thumb back at Lizzy, stepping forward and putting Emma off-balance. "And on her first day your mare made fifteen full revolutions without stopping, and with decent marching posture." Rhea held her gaze for a moment before cracking a tiny smile. "And that's the first time you've ever stood up to me. For your mare, no less."

Emma pauses at that, realizing she was indeed standing off against her mentor, someone she owed a great deal to and whom she admired quite a bit. Rhea slowly backs off, a bit to Emma's surprise, and she paces towards Lizzy, who is still sniffling quietly from exhaustion and being generally overwhelmed but not, evidently, from hurt feelings or even from the pain. Just... being overwhelmed.

"She's quite the impressive girl. She'll make a fine mare if you can keep a handle on her. Two hands, when the moments call for it. If not... well..." Rhea says, snatching up the tied-off reins and unbinding them, regaining control with her left hand while her right reaches in to begin kneading and massaging Lizzy's left tit, making the girl moan and squirm uncomfortably but as she was on her knees, hands bound to her saddle, and the heavy boots kept her pretty well pinned in the dirt, she wasn't able to stop the old woman as she fondled her chest and Emma was too stunned to jump in as Rhea was being, for her, nice. "She must be quite special to you, for you to stand up like that, Emma. You'll have to share how you met her some day. But I think right now your mare would like to rest. She's worked hard today. Take her to her stall, get her out of the heat, feed and water her a bit... it's a few hours before dinner for the ponies, but I think she's earned it." Rhea releases Lizzy's tit and turns, holding up the reins for Emma to take. "Go on. We'll talk later, I'm sure. She could use a rest."

Emma, more than a little confused, cautiously walks up and takes the reins, hearing the soft, whining gasps of her cousin as she sits knelt in the dirt, pussy juices and tears making a small patch of mud beneath her as Rhea stares the shorter blue-haired girl down. "T-thank... thanks?" Emma says carefully.

Rhea pats her on the shoulder as she slips out her cigarette case, lighting one up as she heads out of the bullpen. "She's a terrible mare for chariot racing, Emma. But... she might not be a tourist after all. Good luck. Both of you." She turns and gives Lizzy one last look before sauntering off towards the ranch house, soft puffs of smoke trailing from her lip as she meanders away.

Emma turns and clasps her hands on Lizzy's cheeks, the ponygirl breaking down a little bit again and sobbing softly as she leans into the hands on her face, whining softly.

"I'm... so sorry, Liz. I didn't think she'd... let's go. Come on."

Emma carefully helps her pony up onto her hooves and unclips her from the guide wire on the bullpen post before leading her out of the pen and towards the stable. The two bee-line to the exterior door to Lizzy's pen, a metal plate reading "12" hanging above the door to indicate the proper stall. She pulls the gate to the small "yard" open and the two halves of the Dutch door, letting Lizzy tiredly clop her way into the slatted back half of the semi-enclosed stall as Emma comes in behind her and shuts the door, closing out the day's issues as Lizzy stands in the middle of her small, but not prohibitively so, "bedroom."

Emma walks past slowly and pulls the interior door closed as well before turning to Lizzy and begins unbinding her wrists and the bridle, letting Lizzy shake and limber out a bit, her muscles and skin sore from being bound for hours on end. The two remain in an awkward silence before Emma breaks it.

"You can... you can talk a bit. Nothing... unnecessary, mare."

Lizzy glances over, wincing as Emma pulls a stool out of the corner and sits down, patting her outstretched leg and bringing Lizzy over to begin massaging her mare's legs, one at a time, while the naked ponygirl refused to look her cousin in the eye while Emma's face was all but in her crotch as Emma worked on her sore legs.

"Mmf... it... it hurts." Elizabeth whines quietly, leaning onto and resting her hands on Emma's shoulders twitching and mewling as skilled, firm fingers worked into her tender flesh.

"I don't doubt it. Rhea worked you hard... but you've been doing well on your form... especially if that old hag was giving compliments. You were supposed to get some grazing time though." Emma says glumly, not really paying attention to her position and instead focusing on her task, gently proving to Lizzy that Emma indeed did not see her as a sexual entity and just a pony.

"I... met some other... ponies." Lizzy said between soft gasps and panting. Her cheeks and jaw were exhausted from being bitted most of the morning and afternoon. "They... didn't have bits in... can... is that-"

"Typical? No. It's trainer's choice, and if you met who I'm thinking of, they're all veterans too... so they know the rules and routines, and being able to speak and voice... complaints is a great way to diminish your training efficiency. If... you stuck around for another year... maybe you'd go un-bitted." Emma responds quietly, answering and cutting off her pony's questions before they arose. She could feel the slight tensing and release as Lizzy gets hopeful for a moment and realizes she wasn't going to be like Checkers or Cotton Candy.

"Y-yes... okay, Em... T-trainer Emma." She whispers, falling silent voluntarily aside from grunts, moans, and whimpers as Emma finishes the massage. The tight boots reaching up to her mid-thigh did a lot to keep her muscles supported, but the weight of those boots had her quads positively burning. Finally, Emma stands and points to a metal handrail beside the interior sliding door on the inside, just below the vertical barred window.

"Go hold onto that rail, Liz. Legs straight, ass out." Emma instructs as she gathers up the discarded leather bridle and saddle, following her mare and hanging them up on the railing as Lizzy gingerly laid her hands on the cool metal. Emma placed a hand under her mare's lower abdomen and pulled her out slightly, presenting her ass more definitively. "Good, just like this. Relax yourself, Liz." Emma murmurs quietly.

Only, her pony tensed instead of relaxed as she pants and breathes a bit harder, immediately fearing a spanking and she wasn't sure why. Worse, bent over like this, ass out, belly taut, Lizzy felt a tremendous amount of pressure on her bladder, reminding her she hadn't had a chance to use the restroom all day. "W-wait... trainer... please, I need-!"

Lizzy begins trying to alert Emma as the blue-haired girl places a hand on her mare's bare back and traces her hand over Lizzy's peachy ass before suddenly gripping the steel plug extending out of her ass and yanking it down, roughly pulling the J-hook plug out of Lizzy's ass with a pained scream from the mare and a wet schlop as the toy comes out of a clenching asshole.

And, before Lizzy can even speak again, loses control of her bladder and bowels, expelling on the floor of her stall as Emma, knowingly, had gotten out of the way quite quickly while Lizzy sobs, screams, pisses, shits, and cums from the mix of sensations. Most of all, the humiliation of Emma having such total control over her. The trainer keeps clear but slowly rubs her mare's back to soothe her as Lizzy leans heavily onto the railing, eyes clenched as her body evacuates itself without her having any control over it.

Emma hangs the tailed anal hook on a peg near the hand rail and brushes the back of her hand on Lizzy's cheek. "Good girl... stay put, I'll get a hose."

She does as she indicates and fetches a hose installed between stall 12 and 11, bringing it in to hose down and wash away Lizzy's waste, running into the disposal tracts in the floor of the stall before switching to a softer shower spray and washing down Lizzy's buttocks and inner thighs, getting flecks of waste off her skin and boots while the mare whines and moans loudly, legs quivering as her brain desperately tries to tell her body not to fall onto the floor here.

Emma finally sets the hose aside and pries Lizzy away from the railing, walking her tired mare to a corner of the stall where a green cot was bolted to one wall with a hinge, letting her pull the canvas "bed" down to the floor, giving Lizzy somewhere to rest off the floor. She sits her mare down and makes her lay back, the first time Elizabeth's gotten a chance to actually sit and take the weight off her feet in these heavy rubber boots.

"Good girl. Just rest for a bit, I'll get you some feed and water in a minute." Emma goes off and grabs the borrowed pony gear, starting to rinse and wash it off and leaving it hanging to dry before going off to find food.

And Lizzy, her hands and mouth free at the same time for the first time all day since getting here, only reaches down to idly run her fingers along the hem of her pony boot, her thoughts swimming over the events of the day. One thought keeps coming up as she shifts and rolls slightly, trying to find a comfortable position on this cot.

Maybe I can do this...