The Widower

Marie pulled back on the reins, and brought Joanne to a halt. They'd just gone for a quick run over the moor, so Marie jumped out and removed Joanne's bit, giving her a drink from the sports bottle in her hand.

From where they were, they could see John and Luci, training on the track oval, the same as they had been when she and Joanne had left earlier this morning. John had obviously been exploring the tack they had in the stable over the last few days, and had settled on quite a severe set up, a wide tight belt around her waist, her arms pulled behind her into a single glove. She couldn't see it, but there must have been a check rein from the back of the head harness she wore, as her head was pulled back, leaving her view mainly sky.

Marie wouldn't have put that on a pony she trained, but everything she saw suggested that John was getting the best out of Luci.

'What do you think, Joanne? Still think you could beat her?:

Joanne shook her head. 'I don't know, Mistress...'

'Only one way to find out, I guess...'

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John saw Marie and Joanne approach, but he ignored them for a minute. 'Go on Luci!' He flicked out the buggy whip, and Luci put in the extra effort, going from the marathon pace she had been doing into a full sprint, which she held for one full lap of the track, before John eased her down into a walk, finally pulling her up next to Marie, with a clear instruction of 'Halt!'

Marie looked on as he undid the check rein, then loosened the bit so it could come out of Luci's mouth. She was breathing heavily, slick with sweat, but she stood proudly as John fussed around her, squirting water into her mouth from a bottle, checking the buckles on the belts and straps that made up her harness, all the while praising his pony.

'She looks good, John. You've got an excellent pony there. You've done well.'

John smiled at this. 'I'm only part of the team.'

Marie nodded, and crossed over to Luci. 'I think it's time we tested you again, Pony. I think it's time for another race.'

Marie noticed that Luci looked over at John. 'Sir? Are you going to race me again?'

'I think you're ready, Luci.' John replied, and turned to Marie. 'Two events this time. One Cross Country, like we did before. One track event. 5 times around this track. Combined time wins.'

Luci's face twisted in a wicked grin. 'And the stakes? If I lose, will she whip me again?'

Marie nodded.

'And if I win?'

John walked behind Luci, with a big smile on his face. 'If you win, you finally get what you do obviously want. I'll fuck you.' He pulled on the strap that went between Luci's legs, bringing an audible gasp from the pony. 'After I've whipped you myself...'

Marie couldn't help but notice Luci's grin was as wide as John's.