Ponygirls for Hire VII

Chapter: VII

BY: Long Johnson

 

                                             Characters at Ponygirl Adventure Racing

 

 

1. Erin van Daalk                                                     Ponygirl

2. Mona Lindeman                                                   Head Groom

3. Lena Weise*                                                          Groom

4. Jack Loos*                                                            Groom

5. Linda Stewart                                                       Handler

6. Marina Burton                                                     Handler

7. Mandy Wills                                                         Handler

8. Keiko Ide                                                               Ponygirl

9. Margot Werner                                                    Head Trainer

10. Stacy Adlan                                                       Ponygirl

11. Orson Warren                                                    Handler

12. Jacqui LaCostá                                                Jockey/Trainer

13. Wilhelmina den Woorden                              Jockey/Trainer

14. Joshua Gray                                                      Trainer

15. Veronika Dylon                                                Ponygirl

16. Irina Lovoloff*                                                  Groom

17. Denise & Aaron Winters                                 Owners

18. Alicia Perez*                                                     Groom

19. Elise Mojica                                                      Ponygirl

20. Andrea Lean*                                                  Groom

21. YingYing ‘China’ Oha                                     Jockey

22. Miller Wallace                                                 Handler

23. Taylor Wallace*                                              Groom

24. Letitia White                                                   Ponygirl

25. Monica Maarae                                             Ponygirl

26. Leslie Kort*                                                    Groom

27. Abigail Rush                                                   Owner

 

Erin wins it all.

   

     Erin was getting warmed up for the final at the PRA Championship West.  It had been a rough series.  She won every race she entered; Stacy won most of her races.  Veronika had also won most of hers, too.  The three of them were here all trying to win the championship.  Willi was her jockey, and Jacqui ran Stacy. 

     The new jockey China was Veronika’s jockey.  Wendy hired China to jockey for her when she realized there could be three ponygirls in the championship.  She was four feet-eleven inches tall, the shortest that PRA would let in.  Anything shorter than that was considered handicapped, and an unfair advantage.   She weighed ninety pounds, also the minimum.  China was her nickname, her given name was Ying Ying Oha.  She was not dark like Kieko and Ione, she was very light and had dark brunette hair.  Wendy thought China was a good nickname for her, she was tiny and cute, ‘just like a china doll’. 

     China was a good jockey and had been in the PRA for three years.  She was also willing to ride as a training jockey.  She wore the silks Wendy had for Willi, they were a light and dark blue top with white jodhpurs, and black knee boots.  Denise’s colors were a bright yellow and dark blue, with red piping, top with white jodhpurs and black knee boots. 

     Keiko and Elise hadn’t run enough races to qualify for the finals.  The three were in adjacent stalls, to make it easier for the grooms, handlers and security personnel to care for them.  Wendy and Denise decided to take their dogs, too.  They just showed up with the dogs, and refused to remove them.  Each girl felt very secure with her Shepard sleeping right next to her cot each night.

 

     The preliminaries were much simpler for the championship series, the ‘girls were divided into three groups by drawing and then those groups were raced in elimination races, the winner and second of the eliminations made up the six finalists.  Erin and Veronika were in one group and Stacy in another. 

     The fastest in the third group was a tall black ponygirl from the northern California area.  None of them had ever raced her before.  She was the only black ponygirl in ponygirl racing, and she had a bad attitude toward the other ponygirls.  She had knocked one girl down during the first race, by swinging her sulky into her as they ran along together.

     Willi knew that if the jockey let the ponygirl help during the race, she could beat them.  They progressed through the eliminations smoothly.  When they got to the feature race, Erin and Stacy were first and second from their group; Veronika was first from her group.  When they drew the numbers for the gate assignments, Erin was in gate one and Veronika had gate two, and Stacy was in gate four.  The black ponygirl, Letitia, was in gate five.  Her owner was not very happy about that.  He insisted that the three preliminary winners should draw for the three inner gates and the others could draw for the other gates.

     “I could just pull out, and leave you all standing here,” he shouted.

     “Then we could move the sixth gate to five.  If your girl was any good you could win from any gate.”  The track owner was not very upset by the tirade.

     “If anything goes wrong out on the track, you’ll never race in PRA again,” the PRA Rep. told him.

 

     Erin went into her gate slowly, Willi made sure she would not get hung up coming out.  The jockey for Letitia tried to harass her, but Willi just smiled.  She knew she had the fastest ponygirl in the race, and she was in the first gate.  Veronika was getting into her gate, and Stacy was getting ready too.  Letitia was not trying to get into her gate yet.  If she delayed the start more than the PRA Rep. thought was necessary, she would be disqualified.  She stepped into her gate at the last second.  The bell rang and in a few seconds the gates opened.

     Willi brought Erin out and was onto the rail as soon as possible.  She hugged the rail and stayed tight.  China couldn’t keep up and brought Veronika in behind her.  They stayed like that for almost the whole race.   Letitia was finally closing on Stacy, but couldn’t pass before the race ended.

     After the parade lap, the top three were required to give urine specimens after the race.  They lined up so the technician could get the urine cups filled. 

     Letitia’s owner was very loud about his disappointment and that he had the whole off season to get even with Letitia for losing the championship for him.  She was practically in tears as he ranted.

      “Why don’t you sell her if you don’t like her, get one that will run,” asked Denise.

     “I’d sell that nag for a thousand, if I could find someone dumb enough to give it,” he answered.

     “Done,” was all Denise said.  She looked around at the PRA Rep. He nodded.

     The owner was still mad at Letitia; he pulled back like he was going to hit her…

     “DON’T YOU EVEN DARE HIT MY PONYGIRL!” Denise yelled at him.

     “What do you mean?”

     “You said you’d sell for a thousand.  I took you up on it,” she said back to him.  Denise called to the PRA Rep.

     “Yeah, I heard it, and I’ve got the paperwork all drawn up.”  He went over to Letitia and ran his reader over the barcode tattooed on the back of her neck.

     “What’s your number Mrs. Winters,” he asked?

     “One-oh-eight,” she answered.

     “I’m not releasing her until I see the thousand,” he growled.

     “Hold out your hand, PLEASE.”

     He held out his hand and Denise counted out ten $100’s to make one thousand dollars into it.

     “Please send all of her things sent to me at this address,” she said, politely, as she gave him her card. 

     “Of course,” he said as he nodded. 

     Denise took the bridle and walked Letitia and the sulky to the gate for the stable.  When they got to the gate Taylor Wallace the newest groom was there and she sent her to Letitia’s stall the get her things and to take her newest ponygirl to the bath stall. 

 

     When Erin came out of the bath stall, Willi was right there to meet her.  She jumped up and hugged Erin around the neck.  Erin gathered Willi up in her arms and held her like a baby.

     “We did it, liebling!” Willi whooped.  “We won it all, you are Landesmeisterin, the champion of the land.  We have the Meisterschraft, the championship.

     “We won,” Erin yelped?  “Really?”  “Oh, thank you, thank you.  I love you so…”  Erin was overjoyed, she was so excited she couldn’t talk anymore. 

     She carried Willi back to her stall,  Ajax was there and he got all excited when he saw that Erin was.  He began jumping around, too.  Erin had to stop and make him calm down a bit.  Denise was there waiting for her.  She was at six months, her belly was getting bigger, but not gigantic yet.  She was so excited that she was talking as fast as she could.  Irina was there to get Erin ready to go home.  They had driven to the track in a four-vehicle convoy, of vans and SUV’s.  The trip home would be wonderful, but long.  Denise had made arrangements to put Letitia in the vehicle with Wendy, Erin, and herself.

 

Letitia.

 

     When they got Letitia the owner wouldn’t give her anything to wear, he owned the dress she wore in, and wouldn’t let her wear it away.  He offered to sell it for another thousand dollars. Denise had an extra dress for Erin, and put it on Letitia.  Letitia had a tiny black leather bag with her, she handed it to Denise.

     “What’s this?  You can have a bag if you want,” Denise said.

     “It’s my bank books and safety deposit keys, ma’am.  I thought you would want to know what I was bringing,” Letitia said, very respectfully. 

     “Thank you for saving me, from him.  I might not have lived through the winter.”  Letitia had tears in her eyes.

     “The only reason I got anything was because the PRA took my winnings and deposited it for me,” she said glumly.

     “Is there a copy of your contract in here too,” asked Denise.  Letitia nodded.

     “Where is she, the one who beat me?  Is she here, I was afraid, but now I’m thankful.”

     “We’ll all ride together, you’ll have a chance to talk, in a while,” Wendy told her.

    

          They had traded the driving duties, so the drive took the all of next day and part of the night.  They arrived just before midnight, but the party was going full-tilt when they got there.  The ponygirls had to take their dogs to the kennels, except Erin, Willi took care of Ajax for her.  The dogs would be left in the kennels tonight, the party would go until morning, so there would be someone awake all the time. 

     When they got to their own racetrack, nearly one hundred revelers were there to greet them.  All of the track personnel and friends of Wendy and Denise, many of the ponygirls were there too.  Customers who wanted to be part of the celebration had driven some ponygirls to the track from the ranch. 

 

     Erin was toasted by almost everybody all evening and now that she was here, it started all over again.  She was taken to the bath stall by Alicia and given a quick bath, and brought back out.

     Alicia asked if she wanted to wear anything, all she wanted were hoof-boots.  She came back out wearing her hoof-boots and a collar.  Alicia took Letitia to the bath stall after she got Erin done.  She was back with her in just a little, too.  While she was in the bath stall, Irina found a pair of high-heeled sandals for her.

     Erin ran out of gas about 2AM, and got Orson to take her to her stall.  She also wanted to have her collar chain secured.  Orson had to go and get Ajax for her, too.  She was asleep before Orson was back with Ajax.  He went over to Erin and sniffed her over and then lay down beside her bed.

 

     The next morning started about 10AM, for the grooms and handlers.  It didn’t start until noon for Erin, Stacy, and Veronika.  Ajax woke her up and wanted out, she got Mona, who was on the desk to come down and let her out.  She took Ajax out to the far side of the corral, and she urinated right beside him.  She heard a step  from the rear of the stable and looked around to see Willi coming toward her. She stayed in her urinating position while Willi wiped her vulva and inner labia.  She smiled at Willi.

     “It’s still like a dream,” Erin said calmly.  “I can hardly believe it, won it all.” 

     “A few years ago, the championship could be won with just three or four races.  Now you have to win that many just at the finals to get into the championship race,” Willi said.  “Lenore, that Jacqui had was only in five races total to win the Zone One championship.  Now it’s the whole west side of the country.”

     “Yeah, good thing for me there’s no race to consolidate the East and West championships,” Erin sounded relieved.

     While they were talking Denise and Aaron came around the end of the stable.  They came over and hugged Erin.

     “Well how does it feel to be the champion,” Denise asked?

     “We were just talking about that.  I’m not sure I really know.  I was out of it for the whole time.  I actually remember going into the clinic for the urine test, and then when Willi told me that we’d won,” Erin told her.

     “What I actually came for was to ask you if you want to get the championship tattoo,” Denise said.

     “What is it?”

     Willi spoke up, “It’s a tiny tattoo on the side of your Brust.”  She touched the left side of Erin’s left breast, beside her areola.  “Right about there, only you can have the championship tattoo put on.”

     “What’s it look like,” Erin asked?

     Denise was given the stencil after the race by the PRA Rep. she got it out for Erin.  It was a

“W-05” for western championship, in 2005 and it was colored red.  Erin looked at it, it didn’t seem to bad to her.

          “No one else can have it, you won it all,” Willi said.  “You are Landesmeisterin.”  She was smiling, at Erin.  

     “Well I guess so, it doesn’t look too bad to me.  Yeah, let’s do it,” She said.  “Yeah, let’s go and do it now,” she said. “I like the idea.”

     “Before you go, we,” Denise pointed to Aaron and herself, “have a little something for you.”

     “It’s for all you’ve done for us, getting us started, with ponygirl racing,” Aaron said.

     “Let’s go over by the office Erin,” Denise suggested.

     When the walked around the corner of the stable, Erin could see several people gathered around the parking lot.  As they walked closer she could see a covered shape in the parking lot.  When they got near, the crowd parted and she could see it was a car with a cover over it.  As they approached the little crowd moved back so Erin and Denise could get close to the car. 

     “Erin when you won the championship for me, it really put my team on the map.  I knew of a little something you once mentioned that you really wanted.  When you got the championship for me, something I really wanted, I, or we,” Denise indicated Aaron, “got this for you.”  She stepped back and pulled the car cover off, with one sweeping pull. 

     There was Erin’s dream car, a red Corvette, with black leather interior.  She just stood there.

     “Wow! That’s beautiful.  Thank You, so much,” Erin was overjoyed.

     “Here’s the keys,” Aaron held them out to her.  “I guess you can’t really put them in your pocket,” he chuckled.  She took them in her hand.

     “I do know where to put them,” she went to the door and opened it to put the key in the ignition.  She ran right into a photographer.

     “Oh, sorry,” she stopped and posed for him.  She held her arms out toward the little car.

     “Wait a minute,” Irina was there with a comb and brush and a small make-up kit.  “I’ll just take care of a couple of things.”

     She combed and brushed Erin’s hair, and had a little make-up for her eyes and lips.  She also put a little gold chain between her nipple rings.

 

     “Do you want these shoes,” she asked?

     Denise stepped forward, “How about hoof-boots?”

      “Aaron has another set of keys, how about if we get come pictures of him presenting them to you?  Then you can change and go driving.”  She took the keys from Erin and put them into the ignition.

    

     Denise had a little red “W” sticker she gave it to Irina.  “Willi will you show Irina where to place this sticker, so the tattoo will be in the pictures.”  Irina placed it on Erin’s breast, where Willi directed.

     They all posed for pictures as Aaron presented the keys to Erin, then as Denise presented the keys, then all over again with Willi in the pictures, too.  They had to wait for Irina to get the right color make-up for Willi, and put it on. 

     When they were done, they went to the little dining room for a luncheon.  Wendy had it catered by her ranch cafeteria; she was there and had Mona get Veronika and Stacy to attend.  She called earlier and they were ready when she got there.

     “I want to toast my three favorite winning ponygirls,” Wendy started.  “I got some interesting news this morning.”  When she had everyone’s attention she went on.  “The PRA called this morning, it seems that Letitia’s jockey was hitting the other jockey and ponygirl, and then tried to hit Stacy.  So they disqualified the entry.”  Everyone was quiet. 

     “A little investigation showed that the owner, and I use that term loosely, Mr. Rip Miller was behind it.  Also the jockey was not approved by the PRA, so the entry was never valid,” Denise added.  “The sale of Letitia was not valid, because the contract she signed has no termination date, so I’ll be getting my money back, too.”

     “What happens to Letitia,” Stacy asked?

     “Well when I talked to her about it earlier, she was a little disappointed, I told her she could sign a real contract with me and be a racer with Erin.  She and I have already made the deal.”

     “Where is she, now,” Erin asked?  About that time Letitia came in with Mandy Wills, a handler from Tennessee.

     She was escorted to a seat beside Erin, which had been left empty.

    

     When the luncheon was over, Denise got Erin, Letitia, and Willi aside to talk to them.  She told them about the plans she had for building her facility here on the track property.  It would be another building exactly like the one Wendy had here.  It would include eight full sized stalls and twenty more guest stalls.  The ground breaking had already taken place and the foundation was in the ground.  She expected to be up and going within the next month.  She hired Willi from Wendy and several grooms and handlers were on the way here.

     “The only disappointment I have is that Wendy would not let me hire Alicia for Erin,” she looked a little sad.  “I really wanted to be able to tell you that Alicia would be here with you,” she said to Erin.

     “The only other thing to tell you that might directly affect any of you is that Mrs. Rush will be leasing room from me for her ponygirl.  She’s found one in Colorado,” Denise said.  “In fact she’s there now getting her and her stuff brought here.”

 

     Willi had a double sulky for Erin and Letitia to pull to the ranch the next morning, for their tattoos.  She had Orson put their harnesses on them.  He had Erin’s harness from the ranch and an adjustable harness from the training stable.  The racing harness would not work for pulling double.  Letitia would be getting custom made racing harnesses, but she wouldn’t need the commercial harness from the ranch, so Orson got the one for today.  He also had the chest harness that Alicia got for breast support, for each of them.  Orson told Letitia that Erin, on the left set the pace and the she was to match her, the sulky would go straight when she matched Erin.

     Willi started them walking first, then she increased their speed until they were running easily together.   They covered the sixteen miles in just over four hours.  Two grooms were waiting to take them to training stalls for their lunches and baths.  Willi went over to the shop to give Bart the tattoo stencils, and then she went to lunch with Wendy.

 

     Betty came by after they had lunch and were given baths; she had collars and leashes for them.  Erin was back at the ranch, and was required to wear a collar and leash or bridle and check rein.  Betty took them both to the tattoo shop for Bart to do.  Bart welcomed them into the shop, and had them sit in the chairs.  He fastened the wrist straps and seat belts.

     “I’m glad you won and I’m glad you’re letting me put the tattoo on.  I got the location and the stencil is ready.” 

     “You don’t have any of the tattoos that Denise requires.” He went to Letitia and introduced himself.  “You are keeping the same PRA number, but it’s only done in the barcode, so I’ll have to put it in numbers over your nipple and your name and Mrs. Winters’ logo on you.  I’ll get started with Erin since I only have to do the one on her.”

     He had the stencil ready, and did the tattoo quickly.  When he was done she had the “W-05” on the left side of her left breast beside her areola.  He released Erin’s seat belt and wrist straps, and then he went over to Letitia’s chair.

     “I’ve never tried to do any tattoo’s on black skin before, but I’ve picked a pretty color for you.”  She nodded.  “Mrs. Winters also wants your nipples pierced, like Erin’s.  Are you ready to start?”

     “Yes, I’m ready,” she said.  “Is it going to hurt my nipples much?”    

     “Well some, but not too bad, and not for too long,” Bart answered.

     He put the stencil on and then began the tattoo; soon he had “Letitia” on the upper curve of her left breast.  The next tattoo was her PRA number “603634” on her right areola.  Her number remained the same, she was just registered as Denise’s ponygirl.  Bart adjusted the chair back so he could apply Denise’s sign low on Letitia’s belly.  Miller had permanently depilated her pussy and armpits, so there was only the matter of applying the tattoo.  He put on the stencil and then tattooed her, when he was done she had “DLW” within an inverted triangle with rounded points that ended at the cleft of her vulva.

     “The only thing left is the nipple piercing.”

     Bart wiped her nipples with disinfectant and marked each for the holes.  When he was done Letitia had a 16ga, by ¾ inch, gold CBR in each dark brown nipple.

     “Are you going to do my tongue too, like Erin’s,” she asked?

     “It’s not required by Mrs. Winters.  I can if you want,” Bart answered. 

     “Well Erin and all the other ponygirls have them.”

     “They were required by Miss Wendell, for ponygirls here at the ranch.  They were not racers when they were here,” Bart said. “But I don’t mind, if you want it.”  He picked up a tongue needle.  “I’ll be glad to do that, too.”

     They walked out a few minutes later.

 

     Willi was waiting for them at the training stable, and with Betty’s help harnessed them both.  They took them out to the corral and hitched them to the sulky for the trip back to the racetrack.

     “We go to the Rennbahn,” Willi said.  “We will start to walk, schritt, walk.”

     They started for the track, along the main road, Willi snapped the reins, “schneller, faster,” she said, loudly.  They started to run, “lauf, run,” Willi said.

     They ran easily as they went past the customer trail area, they went to the gate marking the end of the open trail.  Willi pulled up by the blue and white striped pole.  She got out to open the gate, and Erin calmly moved her feet apart and arched her back to urinate.  Letitia was amazed; she watched and looked around for Willi. 

     Willi wiped Erin’s vulva and led them through the gate. She stopped them after they were clear of the gate she walked to Letitia’s side, and stroked the side of her cheek, very gently and then the side of her head behind her ear.

     “Liebling, you must piss on the ground.  You saw Erin, you should go too,” Willi said softly.  Then she went to close the gate.  Letitia moved her feet apart, and bent her knees like she had seen Erin doing.  She arched her back and stood for a little while, but nothing came out.  Willi came back from the gate.  She put her hand on Letitia’s lower back.

     “You can urinate, just try one more time, liebling,” Willi said to her.  A little stream started and then became a flood.

     Letitia moaned softly, and then sighed in relief.  She got a big smile on her face.  Willi got out a wet wipe and cleaned her vulva and around her urethra.  Letitia wriggled her bottom a little.

     “Does that feel good, liebling?  Does it feel good to you,” Willi asked?

     Letitia nodded, and stamped her foot.  Willi laughed, as she went back to the sulky to head on to the racetrack. She snapped the reins and whistled. Erin and Letitia started walking, and then moving a little faster, but they didn’t go faster than a slow trot.  Willi snapped the reins, hard.

     “Schneller, faster, Galopp, schneller, let’s run,” Willi yelled.  They ran at a good fast pace, Letitia did well matching Erin’s pace.

     They ran for almost an hour, Willi pulled them up for a rest stop, “nicht pissen,” she said as she got out of the sulky. Letitia started to spread her feet apart, Erin tapped her on the shoulder.  When she looked, Erin shook her head, no.  Letitia moved her feet back, and stood up straight.  Willi came back quickly and she put her finger in front of her lips, to shush the girls.  She began unhooking their harnesses from the sulky as quickly, and quietly as she could. 

     “When I get you undone, head for those trees, over there,” she nodded to the left.  “When you get there, wait for me.” 

     As soon as the ‘girls were loose they moved to the trees and stopped. Willi was right behind them.  She released their pony-hands, and their bridle harnesses.  She told them to start back to the ranch, that there were rustlers nearby.

     “Do you know where the ranch is from here,” she asked Erin?  Erin nodded and pointed toward the ranch house property, Willi nodded.

     “Go off the road.  I saw a pickup right over the little hill in the road; if you stay in the bushes they won’t be able to drive through there.  No one can keep up with up on foot.  Go now, liebling.”

     The two ponygirls hurried toward the ranch and stable, they did their best to stay low.  Willi called the track on her cellphone to report and get some help headed this way.  Then she went back to the sulky and moved it off the roadway, behind a clump of brush. 

 

Rustlers.

 

     The Pima Indians came up behind the pickup and had the three men laying on the ground when Willi got up to them.  They hadn’t heard anything until they were surrounded.  Wendy was there in twenty minutes, in her black Mercedes SUV.  She had the pictures that she had taken of the three who tried to take Keiko.  Two of the men were there in front of her.

     “YOU DIRTY SON-OF-A-BITCH!” she screamed at them.  “This is my home, you think you have enough nerve to come here.”

     “Why don’t you shut the fuck up!” one of the men said.

     Wendy walked up to him, and kicked him in the side of the head.  “Do we have pictures, of this slime?”

     “I have Fotografien of each,” said Willi.  “So if there are bruises, it’s ok.”

     In a few minutes a sheriff’s car pulled up, and the deputy got out. 

     “Miss Wendell, These are the trespassers?”

     “Yes, they tried to steal my livestock,” she answered.

     “Cattle theft is a serious offense, here on the rangeland,” he said to the three lying on the ground.

     “We didn’t try to steal no cattle,” one of the men said.  “We were just lost.”

    “My how amazing, a criminal denying his guilt,” the deputy said, as a second car drove up.  The county sheriff himself got out of the car.

     “We’ll take care of this Miss Wendell,” he said.  “My that’s a nasty cut on your head, how did that happen?  Did you fall down?”  He nodded. 

     “Whose handcuffs are these?  Do we have enough to for them,” the sheriff asked? 

     “Keep them for now, ” one of the Pima’s said.  “We’ll get them back, later.”

     “Wait, that little Nazi bitch wanted to cut me up.  I want to make a complaint,” one of the other men said.  The deputy ignored him.

     The sheriff and deputy collected the three up and into the patrol vehicles.  While they were getting them packed off, Wendy’s cellphone rang; it was the guard barn with news that Erin and Letitia were there and all right.

     “We’ll get these three out of here, sorry we couldn’t get here sooner, Miss Wendell,” the sheriff said as the deputy drove off with two of them in the back of his car.  The sheriff took the other one.

     “If one of them tells you who hired them to take my livestock, please tell me,” Wendy asked. 

     “Well that pickup doesn’t belong to any of them, it’s registered to a Rip K. Miller, of Oregon,” he said.  “Mean anything to you?”

     “Yeah, it does,” Wendy, said.  She told the sheriff about the theft attempt of Keiko, at the race near Reno, and that two of these men were involved.

     “Do you want to contact the owner about his pickup,” he asked.  “That way I’ll have a bunch less paperwork.”

     “Thank you, very much,” Wendy handed him a free pass for a ponygirl sulky ride, and one for the deputy.

     “I’m not sure he would want it, he’s married.”

     “It’s good for two.  I’ll bet you’d be surprised to know how many of our clients are women, well over half,” Wendy smiled as she told him.

 

     Betty was waiting at the security barn with the two guards when Erin and Letitia ran up.  She had been there since the phone call, on her private cellphone, from Wendy.  She was surprised by the call; she didn’t even know that Wendy knew her number.  She got to the guard stand within about ten minutes, and stood by for Erin and Letitia.

     They had left the corral in bright afternoon sunlight, but the sun was down and the moon up and bright by the time they returned.  Erin was glad to see Betty, Letitia was just glad.  Her pierced nipples had started to hurt and she was very uncomfortable. 

     “Come on, we’ll go over to the training stable where you can get cleaned up.  It’s safe here; the Pima’s got them and then gave them to the sheriff.  He has already taken them away.”  Betty took each one by the hand and led them off to the training stable.

     Two grooms, Joan and Alyssa were waiting there for them and took each in for a bath and then put them in stalls in the training stable.  Betty sat with them until Wendy and Willi got there.

     “The sheriff took them off to jail, but I don’t know how long he can keep them there.  Ponygirl rustling isn’t really a crime on the books here in Arizona,” Wendy told Betty.  “We have them for trespassing; they can be kept until they bond out.  Mr. Jung said that since none of them have local addresses they could be held until they post a cash bond.”

     Paddy came by trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes, and got the keys to Wendy’s SUV and took the ‘girls and Willi back to the track. 

     They were there by 10PM; Paddy dropped them off and headed back to the ranch.  Willi took them to the stable where their grooms were waiting.  Irina took Erin and Taylor took Letitia, to their stalls.  Since they were bathed at the training stable, they were secured in their stalls.  Erin and Irina went to the kennel, first and got Ajax.  They were secured with their collars and, of course, the gates were locked.  The rustlers were in the county jail so the extra locking was just for the girls’ peace of mind.

 

     The next morning, Wendy called Rip Miller and told him that his three ‘goons’ were in jail, and she had his pick up.  He had no idea what she was talking about, but he would look into it to see what he could do to help.  Wendy also called the PRA and reported the incident to them.  The operator at PRA gave her a secured email address to use to send the pictures to the office. 

     She got a call from the Pima guard detail; they found where the pickup was driven through the fence.  The front gate, at the souvenir shop called and said they had a package dropped off by a delivery service.

     Wendy went to see what it was; she wanted to know what it was before she brought it into the ranch.  When the clerk handed it to her she saw that it was from Oregon.  When she opened the large envelope she found it was the title of the pickup, signed off by Rip Miller.  It was no longer his pickup; he had put her name in the new owner space.

     The sheriff called her and said the lawyer for the three came in with a statement from Mr. Miller.  He said they were delivering the truck to her ranch, and had a copy of the title signed over to her.  The judge signed the release without bond, and set a court date for three months away.  Wendy said that she had just received the title by courier, and yes she saw that the date was for three days ago.  She also saw the shipping date and time for the courier company was at 2:30 AM this morning.  She told the sheriff that she had also reported the incident to the PRA and that they could probably do more than the legal system.  Maybe they could put Miller out of the racing business.

     She took the title to the ranch and made arrangements to have the pickup titled in Arizona and registered in the ranch’s name.  She called the Pima Guard office, and told them to send someone to come by and get the vehicle for another perimeter patrol vehicle.  The pickup was a Ford F150 Lariat XLT, the top of the line.  It made for a very deluxe patrol vehicle.  They had to keep it on the ranch property until the title and new plates were in.

 

     Letitia was taken to the tack room, for measurements by Margot and Joshua they needed to get her new tack and orthotic soled hoof-boots ordered.  She was amazed by the idea of having custom equipment made to order for her.  Rip Miller had only adjustable harness and mail ordered hoof-boots for her.  Margot explained that better equipment would allow her to apply more of her abilities to the track.  She agreed that the cheap tack did some times cause painful abrasions, and the mail-ordered hoof-boots were not comfortable.  When the delivery came she was overjoyed.

 

 

Free Time    

 

     The months before the new racing season were a slow time for Erin, she had several weeks off and then she had to get back so she was in top condition for the first race.  She wanted to go to Centerville, to the “Women’s Emporium” and shop for clothing.  But she didn’t have anything to wear to the store to get clothes.  Erin called Denise and told her the problem.  Denise said she would be there in the morning and the two of them could go shopping together, and she would bring something for Erin to wear.

     Denise and Aaron showed up right after breakfast.  Erin had finished getting Ajax exercised and fed and was walking back when they walked around the end of the stable.  Denise was carrying the baby and smiling, hugely.  Erin just had to hold the baby for a while and then Irina got her turn.  Denise and Erin headed for Erin’s stall and Orson went to Denise’s car and got the big box of clothes for them.  Erin was overjoyed to find that just about everything Denise brought was the right size.  She settled on a dark blue mini-skirt and lacy white sleeveless top.  She had a pair of white high-heeled sandals to wear.  Denise also had several pairs of panties for Erin to choose from.

     “Denise, I don’t want any panties, they’re too uncomfortable,” Erin complained.

     “Well you can’t go shopping for clothes without underpants,” Denise said.  “These people are not ready for a girl with your looks to come in without undies.”

     “Well I’ve been a year without wearing anything between my legs,” Erin moaned.  “It’s too tight on my pussy.”

     “Here try these thong panties, your behind will be uncovered, maybe that will help,” Denise suggested.  “You have to wear something underneath.”  Denise said with finality.

     Erin sighed and took the thong, she carefully slipped it on.  She smiled at Denise and wriggled her bottom.

     “Come on, let’s go,” Erin said to Denise, as she jingled her car keys.  They left headed toward Centerville.

 

     Many other ponygirl owners’ let their girls start the season in mediocre condition and that made them free meat for Wendy’s racers.  Denise and Aaron were enjoying the time with their new baby.  They didn’t mind a bit that Wendy took care of things for them. Wendy didn’t mind either.  Erin was just relaxing for a few weeks, but her conditioning would never be in question.  She went running for relaxation.  Willi was training Letitia to respond to her German commands.    

 

     The new stable that Denise built was finished so Erin and Letitia were moved in without delay.  Mr. Jung had Elise moved in right away, too.  They had the grooms transferred with them and had to get a few more handlers.  Taylor, Elise’s groom, had a brother, named Miller, who was hired as a handler, but he was a disappointment to the female grooms and trainers because he was more competition for the female personnel.  He didn’t really cause problems for anyone there weren’t any takers; he had to leave to find his own companionship. The ponygirls liked him because they liked everyone; they were not available to anyone.  It didn’t matter where Miller’s interests lay. 

 

 Monica.

   

     Mrs. Rush bought her ponygirl Monica Maarae in Boulder, Colorado and brought her to the stable.  Denise hired a groom for her.  Leslie Kort, found by Mona, was another European trainer who was also an excellent groom.  She loved the ponygirls, the idea that they were trained and raced like any other animal was fascinating to her. 

     Grooms were not servants of the ponygirls, nor were they masters, but the groom worked closely with the trainers to keep a consistent atmosphere for the best performance.  The jockey was the final word for the treatment of a ponygirl to obtain her best performance.  Leslie was very good at taking care of ponygirls just as the jockeys and trainers required.  She and Monica hit it off immediately, they were great together.  Leslie was careful to be Monica’s groom and friend, but not her buddy. 

     Monica was from Indiana, and had  been in Colorado for about three years.  When she found the ponygirl lifestyle it was like a revelation, the fact that she was not beautiful did not matter. 

     Monica was a plain looking girl with medium brown hair, and brown eyes.  She was five feet and ten inches tall, and weighed 135 with small breasts and slender waist.  Her measurements were 34A-24-34 and her slender figure was anything but plain.  Her body was excellent and her long legs gave her an advantage.  She had been a ponygirl at a private club for about a year when Mrs. Rush heard about her, and that she was for sale.  Her boyfriend had convinced her to sign a private contract just between the two of them, just a month before. He made videos of her working out and running, he also made her times available to prospective purchasers. 

     She didn’t know the contract was real and enforceable, he didn’t know the PRA would not let him take advantage of her.  Mrs. Rush got her for $25,000.  $11000 was put in an account for Monica and her “boyfriend” got $14000.  He was very upset and angry when he found out that he didn’t get all $25,000.  Monica was upset that she would be taken from him, until he put on his little show about the money.   Mrs. Rush was there for her, and to give her a shoulder to cry on. 

     When Mrs. Rush brought her to the track in Arizona, Monica was ecstatic.  She got to live as a real ponygirl, and be compensated for it.  Monica was actually grateful for the chance.  She brought Monica to the ranch for tattoos before taking her to the racetrack.  They arrived about 10AM; Monica had a few minutes to look around.   Then Leslie was there to get her; she took Monica to the training stable and put her in a stall there.   

     “Take off your clothes Monica,” Leslie said.  “We need to get a bath for you.  I have to take care of a few things and I’ll be right back.”  Monica nodded, and began disrobing; when she was naked she gave her clothes to Leslie.

     “I’ll be right back with your lunch,” Leslie told her as she took her clothes and left the stable.  She was back in a few minutes with a standard ponygirl lunch of vegetarian cutlet and vegetable casserole, with a liter of bottled water. 

     “I didn’t need to be naked to eat,” she said to Leslie.

     “You’ll be naked all the time from now on,” Leslie said as she smiled.  “It’ll be okay, you’ll see.”

     Leslie left again to get her own lunch, “I’ll be back.  There’s a new toothbrush for you by the sink.  I’ve got to get my own lunch.”

 

     She was back in about an hour and took Monica to the bath stall, and got the water set to Monica’s preference.  She ushered Monica in and picked up the bottle of shampoo.  Monica reached out to take it from her.

     “No, I’ll do it for you,” She said smiling.  She poured shampoo into her hand while Monica got her hair wet.  Leslie lathered Monica’s brown hair and washed it thoroughly for her.  After rinsing she put crème rinse through it and put it up on top of her head to wait for the crème rinse to work.

     Leslie got soap from a bottle and began washing Monica’s shoulders and upper back.

     “Please turn around for me, Monica.”  When she turned Leslie started at the top and washed her face, working her way down to Monica’s neck and upper chest.

     “Time to rinse your hair, Babe.”  Monica was getting the idea and didn’t mind-having Leslie bathe her.  It made her feel as special as Mrs. Rush and Leslie felt.  When her hair was done Leslie got more soap and went back to washing her back.  When she was done she pulled her hands back.

     “Ok turn around,” Leslie said brightly.  Monica turned slowly, and Leslie began to wash her chest.  She worked carefully but washed Monica’s breasts and nipples without any more obvious concern than if she was washing the dishes, or a ponygirl.  She worked her way down to Monica’s lower belly and then skipped to her feet and worked up her legs to the tops of her thighs.

     “Want me to do the rest?  I can take care of it from here,” Monica suggested.

     “No, I’ll get it, just relax and enjoy, sweetheart,” Leslie said.  She put more soap in her hands and made a twirling motion with her fingers.  Monica turned, gratefully and Leslie began to wash Monica’s butt.  She worked her fingers into the cleft of Monica’s butt, until she touched Monica’s anus.

     “Relax for me, sweetheart, I need to get you washed off,” Leslie said to her.  Monica took a deep breath and let it out, and relaxed her butt for Leslie.  She felt a rush as Leslie washed her anus.  Leslie pulled her hands back and Monica turned slowly so Leslie could wash her pussy.  Leslie began with her lower belly and worked down to her outer labia.  She gasped softly and moved her legs apart to give Leslie better access to her lower vulva.  Leslie washed her inner lips and vaginal opening and Monica began to moan softly.  Leslie kept up her efforts and Monica began to moan out loud.  Monica moved thighs even farther apart to give Leslie better access.  Leslie pressed her left hand over Monica’s pussy and slid her two middle fingers into Monica’s vagina.  She reached around behind Monica with her right hand, and pressed her index finger slightly into Monica’s anus to the first joint.  She stopped pushing her finger into Monica and began squeezing and relaxing her left hand and fingers in Monica’s pussy.  Monica felt a little self-conscious so she didn’t have an orgasm right away, but in a few minutes she started to have an orgasm.

     “Oh My God!” Monica cried.  She was having the most intense orgasm she’d had in a long time.  The feelings lasted for several minutes, and she slumped against the side of the stall.  Leslie slowed her ministrations and slowly slipped her fingers out of Monica’s pussy and her anus.  She washed Monica’s pussy and anus and then her hands.  Leslie turned the water off and helped Monica out of the shower.  She dried her with a huge towel and then did her hair with a big blow drier. 

     She had Monica lie on a bench by the bath stalls and got out a razor and shave crème.  Leslie lathered Monica’s lower abdomen and pussy.  She carefully shaved Monica’s pussy and underarms and put some lotion on where she had just finished.

     “Ooh, that lotion’s kind of tingly,” Monica, said.  Leslie looked at her watch.

     “It need’s to be there for five minutes, then I’ll get it off,” She said.

     “What was that for?” Monica asked as she watched Leslie wiping it off.

     “It’s a depilatory crème, to permanently remove all your pussy hair,” Leslie said calmly.

     “Permanently?”

     “Yeah, permanently,” Leslie said as she also cleaned it from under Monica’s arms.  They walked back to the stall.

     “Do you like my bathing talents?  I’ll bathe regularly from now on.” Leslie said. 

     “Do I get washed like that everyday,” Monica asked?

     “Well maybe not like that everyday, that’s up to your jockey and trainers, but as often as allowable. You’ll get bathed everyday.  We have to go to the tattoo shop and get your PRA numbers done.”  She had a collar for Monica; she put it around her and locked it on.  Next Leslie snapped a leash to the collar, and they headed out the door.        

    

     “Come on in,” Bart said as he opened the door.  He ushered them into the shop, “Here you go, please sit in the last chair, Monica.  I’ll be right with you.”  Leslie went to the straight-backed wooden chair he indicated and sat to wait.

     “Put your hands on the chair arms, please,” he said.  He put the straps over her wrists and the seat belt around her waist.  “I have your tattoos all done and Mrs. Rush was just here and approved them.  He laid the stencil over the top curve of her left breast and started the tattoo. 

     Her name took about twenty minutes and she had “Monica” on her left breast.  She had no other tattoos, she thought them to be tacky, but this wasn’t too bad.  Next he had to do her PRA number “1123331” on her right areola.  She was getting tired of the tattoo process.

     “You’ll have to put up with it for a little while yet, I’ve got a couple more to go,” Bart told her.

     “It’s ok,” she sighed.  “I’ve just been through a lot.”

     Bart tipped the chair back and tattooed “RUSH” on her lower belly, halfway between Monica’s navel and the top of her pussy.

     “Ok, last one, the PRA requires their number in barcode on the back of your neck, so he loosened the seatbelt and had Leslie hold Monica’s long hair up.  He put the stencil on the nape of her neck and began “1123331” was on the back of her neck when he was done. 

     “All of the ponygirls here have their nipples pierced,” Bart told her.  “Mrs. Rush left it up to you. Do you want me to pierce your nipples?”

     “Gosh, I don’t know.  Will it hurt a lot?”

     “Well some, but not a lot,” He answered.

     “Do I have to decide right now?  I mean if I decide to later…” She asked.

     “Sure, I’m here every day.  Sounds like you sort of want to get it done,” Bart added suggestively.  She nodded.

      “Ok, I’ll do it for you, now,” he decided for her.  She nodded again.  He got out his equipment and disinfected her nipples. 

     When he was done she had a 16ga. by ¾ inch CBR in each nipple.  Bart released her wrists and escorted her to the door. Leslie snapped the leash to her collar.

     “I won’t try to run away.  Where could I go naked and on foot anyway,” Monica joked.

     “Miss  Wendell’s rules, she owns the place.  It’s something you will have to get used to, and there are reports of rustlers stealing ponygirls.  As a racer you’ll be valuable property,” Leslie told her.

     “Property,” Monica said?  Leslie nodded.  Just then her cellphone rang, she answered it quickly, “Yes Miss Wendell,” she said.  “Yes we’ll be right there.  Yes, I can see it from here.  Bye.”  She looked to Monica, “Miss Wendell.  I wonder how she got my cell number.”

     They walked across the wide yard and went to the door on the side of the building, that a little sign said was ‘OFFICE’; Leslie opened the door and went in.  It was the door right into Wendy’s inner office.  Leslie was surprised, she started to back out, and Wendy called to her.  She went on in and held the door for Monica. 

     There were several people already there; Wendy introduced them to Monica and Leslie.  Mrs. Rush was there, but also Denise and Aaron and Mr. Jung.  She sent Leslie for a coffee break, at the Groom Room.

   “Mr. Jung is a lawyer,” Wendy said with a funny grin.  “Even though he’s a lawyer, he’s pretty much all right.  Mr. Jung has some paperwork for you, She said and nodded to Mr. Jung.

     “What I’ve got here for you is an addendum to your contract,” he said.  “Your contract is legitimate, it has all of the legal requirements to bind you to Mrs. Rush, as your owner.”  Monica nodded.  Mr. Jung handed her a copy of the addendum, she looked it over and saw that it was quite long, with numerous numbered sections.

     “I’m going to go over it with you, right now, but I’m going to hit the high points.  I’m not going to bore you by reading it to you in its entirety.  The major parts of it give you the PRA rules about your share of your winnings and charges.  It says that you and Mrs. Rush pay costs for your upkeep, from your winnings and ten percent to your jockey, then you get one third of the balance and Mrs. Rush gets two thirds.  She has to pay for training and travel, to and from, races from her portion.  These rates are mandated by the PRA.  Now for the harder part,” Mr. Jung sighed.

    “Section two says how and where you will live and work.  We have built a very nice racetrack and a stable for you to live in.  You will remain naked and you may not speak unless given permission, by someone in charge of your training.  That would be, a jockey, trainer, handler, and of course Mrs. Rush, but not necessarily your groom.  You may not handle any of your tack or harness, that is to put it on or take it off.”

     “When will I get to talk and such?”

     “It’s not as bad as it looks right here, basically this is to make sure you understand how important your training is.  Section three says that you can be punished for not trying hard enough or for violating these other rules.  It doesn’t actually spell out what punishments could be used.  Our involvement in ponygirl racing is to make money; none of any sort of punishment will do anything stringent that could slow your running.  From now on, from this very moment, you must obey all of the rules spelled out on this form.”  Monica nodded.  She didn’t dare to say anything. 

     Mrs. Rush stepped forward, “You may speak, Monica.  You were wondering how to handle that, right?”  Monica smiled and nodded, “I was wondering what to do next.”

     “We won’t do anything that doesn’t do something to make you faster.”

     “I’ll read my copy later,” Monica added.

     “That’s fine.  Do you have any idea what happened with your so called ‘boyfriend’ and his wife,” Wendy asked?

     “Wife?  He wasn’t married.  Was he?” Monica had tears in her eyes.

     “He was married to Arlene Louise Smith, you knew her as Joanne, his cousin. Right?  They were playing you from the start,” Wendy said soberly.  “They were trying to sell you as a racing ponygirl, though the PRA – that’s Ponygirl Racing Association - got involved.  They had a representative contact him about an hour before Mrs. Rush did.  The price went from $200,000 to $25,000 in that hour.  They wanted to get enough to get out of town.  Mrs. Rush didn’t say anything there because she wanted to get you away from them.”  Monica’s eyes teared up and she began to sob. 

     Mrs. Rush started to go to her, but Mr. Jung stopped her, quietly.   Denise walked up to her, and put her arm around Monica’s bare shoulders.  Mrs. Rush realized that she had to remain as Monica’s owner, and may have to make her do what was necessary to be a successful ponygirl, and not try to mother her.  She looked at Mr. Jung and nodded, slightly. 

     The door opened and Betty came in, she had several large shoeboxes with her.  She went to the couch at the far side of the office and put them down. She sat waiting expectantly for Monica.  Mr. Jung and Aaron came by and patted Monica on the arm and stroked her cheek.  Denise continued to hold her around her shoulders.  She gave Monica a little kiss on her temple and then patted her cheek.  She went over to Mr. Jung and Aaron, they left headed for the restaurant for coffee. 

     “Come on over here and we’ll get some hoof-boots for you, we can’t have you going out to the racetrack barefoot,” Betty said.  Monica went to the sofa and sat beside Betty.

     “When you’re done take her to the stable and get Leslie, and take them both out to the racetrack, please.  We have a meeting at the restaurant and Paddy will leave the key to his pickup on his desk.  He will be in the meeting with me,” Wendy said to Betty.  Betty nodded.  She left with Mrs. Rush, headed to the restaurant.

     She got the hoof-boots fitted and gave Monica some time to get used to them.  With the boots on she was six feet, three inches tall.  The boots were high up over Monica’s ankles and built like very high-heeled shoes, with a two-inch platform and as high as seven inch heels.  Betty explained that the sole was firm enough that there was no heel under her foot.  The front portion was shaped like a horse hoof, which is why they were called Hoof-Boots.  They spent half an hour in the office while Monica got used to walking in them.

     “The easiest way to walk in them is to stand like you were up on tippy-toes and arch your back.”  When Monica tried it, she felt immediately more stable and under control.

     When they were ready to go, Betty told Monica that talking outside in a customer area was not allowed, but that she could after they got away from the ranch area, until they got to the track.  Then it would be up to the trainers or jockeys.  They went to the training stable and found Leslie and Paddy’s pickup keys; they got in and headed for the track.

 

     Monica threw the ball for Marcus, the big German Shepard ran after it again.  He got it and brought it back to her and sat in front of her, proudly holding the red ball for her.  She took the ball and threw it again.  Marcus ran after the ball again.  She watched as Elise threw the ball for Pedro, she looked around at Monica.  They both laughed as they threw their balls again.  Willi called Monica to come in; she was expecting a visit from the vet.

  “Come on Marcus, time to go,” she said and started for the stable.  The big black Shepard forgot all about the ball and immediately ran after Monica.  Marcus was as dark as Erin’s dog Ajax, they were almost identical, but Ajax was slightly smaller than Marcus, and he ran with Erin everyday.  Monica was amazed, she thought she was crazy to run, but Erin was over the top.  She ran faster and farther than any of the other girls.  She’s probably not able to win the Olympics, but the Ponygirl Champion was the champion for a good reason.  Monica was intrigued by the red W tattoo on Erin’s breast.  It was marvelous to have the trophy tattooed on like that.  She wanted one of her own.

     She went into the stable to the clinic where the vet was waiting.  When she walked in Willi was there talking to the vet. 

     “Hi, come on in,” he said. 

     “I’m sorry it took so long to get here, I had to put my dog away,” Monica said.

     “It’s fine, I knew you were busy, besides I’m over an hour early,” the vet responded.  “Do you have birth control implants?” 

     “My boyfriend insisted,” Monica said as she nodded.  She held up her left arm, so the vet could see where the implant was inserted.  He carefully took the little hormone strips out of the arm, without causing damage.

     “Wow, the doctor that put them in said they weren’t removable, that easy,” Monica observed.                                  

      The vet smiled, “Technology has changed lately.  Okay I have another little medical marvel for you.”  He held up a package with a small intrauterine coil inside.  “This coil is fiberglass, totally inert.  It’s impregnated with a hormone similar to the hormone in the implant, but it’s less intense.  So all it really does is menstruation control, three or four a year.’  He looked at his clipboard, “Twenty years old, probably four times for you.”

    He got Monica to lie on the examination table and put her feet into the stirrups and then he put the straps over her ankles, to keep her from taking her feet down before he was ready.  He pushed the insertion tool into Monica’s vagina and immediately found her cervix and gently pushed into her uterus, and placed the IUD inside.  When he was done he pulled the tool out and tossed it into the sink.

     “Won’t the IUD slip out when I run or workout real hard,” Monica asked?

     “There are tiny little barbs or spurs and it won’t ever slip out of place.  Your groom will be checking for it regularly, also,” he assured her.  “We’re all done for now, go ahead.”

     “You have an appointment right back here after lunch for measurements,” Willi told her.  “The measurements are necessary to get your tack and hoof-boots, and other equipment.”

 

     Margot came into the clinic with Joshua; they were a little late and had rushed to the clinic.

     “We are sorry to be late and leaving you sitting here waiting.  We went to the tack room that’s where we’ve been doing the measurements; we didn’t know we were doing it here now.”

     “That’s ok.  What do you want me to do first,” asked Monica?

     “Nothing, just stand there while I measure you for the tack, and bridle harness,” said Margot.  “Then we will get your foot casts for the inner soles of the hoof-boots,” she added.

     “Inner soles?  What sort of inner sole,” Monica asked?

     “We get orthotic insoles, they’re custom made for your feet,” Joshua spoke up.  “When she’s done, come over here and I’ll get the casts made.”

     Margot measured her arms, legs, and body for the sulky harness and her head for the bridle.  She sent Monica to Joshua for the orthotic casts.  When the casts were done, Margot got Monica up onto the examination table.

     “Please kneel facing the window, Monica,” Margot said. “ Okay, place your arms on the table in front of your knees, and put your head on your arms.” 

   “Oh shit, what is this for,” Monica said when she was knelt down.

     Margot said, “I know this pretty bad, but it’s not for long.”  Margot pressed on the insides of Monica’s knees, “Open up a little, Monica.  We have to measure your anus.”

     “Oooh, why?  What do you need to measure there for?”

     “Some races require a butt-tail,” she said as she applied lube to the end of the measure.  

     “Please relax as much as you can, for me.”  Margot placed her left hand on Monica’s back and pressed the measure into her anus. 

     “I get the butt-plugs made to your size, so it’s not any bigger than necessary, and big enough that it won’t fall out while you’re running, that’s a disqualification.  You work too hard to get into the races to get disqualified for that.”  Monica agreed with that. 

     “Josh, I’ve got four, what do you see?”  Josh stepped forward and looked, and agreed.  Margot pulled the measure out of Monica and carefully wipe the excess lube from Monica’s anus.

     “Okay, come on get down.  You can go to the office and have a cup of coffee.”  She smiled at Monica, “ Please rest for half an hour.”

 

     Monica stood between the rails of the sulky; Miller was attaching the sulky straps to her pulling harness.  The sulky was attached by four straps, which were anchored to the sulky at two points one placed on each rail.  Two straps one from each side went across her back to attach on the opposite side of her wide belt, and two others went from the same attachment to the belt at the same side.  Then he had to hook two loose chains from points in front to the same side to back up, or reverse the sulky.  She wore pony-hands that covered each hand and halfway up her forearm with a dainty hoof shaped mitt, but left her arms free.  She could swing her arms while running for better balance and speed.  Monica had never pulled a sulky before; the club in Colorado had several chariots.  They were not allowed outdoors very often, so pulling a chariot used all the available space in the big dance hall.

     The sulky felt very light to her and very responsive.  Every move she made was translated through the rails to the sulky.  Miller led her through the gate onto the track; where Joshua was waiting. 

     “Josh says he wants you to get used to having a sulky behind, so just start running around the track and he’ll stop you when it’s time,” Miller told her.  Monica whinnied, as Miller stroked the side of her head.

     She had spent the morning with Willi, under the tree behind the stable.  Willi started by telling Monica that she would learn to whinny today and she could expect to whinny only for the next ten days at least. 

     “You have heard a pony whinny, haven’t you?  So go ahead, try it yourself.”

     “Whee Hee Hee,” Monica tried.

     “That’s good. Try again, but this time while you are making the whinny, make a ha ha aa.  Make this sound deep in your throat.”

     “Whiinnyy, whiinnyyy.”

     “Perfect absolutely, the proper wiehern, whinny,” Willi was genuinely happy for Monica.  “Now try the same sound with your lips closed, and shake your head, for no.”

     Willi had an adjustable bridle for Monica, and a training bit.  The training bit was very different from the racing bit.  The bit was shaped like a “Y” where the single end pressed on the root of Monica’s tongue.  The bit’s material was aluminum, coated with soft plastic material.  The bit felt smooth to Monica’s tongue and lips, and if pulled back firmly by the jockey the end pressed into her tongue.  If the jockey had to pull hard, if would move back far enough to almost trigger her gag reflex.  Willi held the bit up, and Monica opened her mouth for Willi to put it in place.  When the bit was in Willi snapped it to the rings on the bridle and attached the reins.

     “To get practice, you must whinny only for the next ten days.  You do not have to keep track of the days.  I will tell you when you may speak again,” Willi told her gravely.  “Be careful, liebling, do not make the mistake.  The punishment could be severe.”

     Monica nodded, and then whinnied.  They both had a laugh.

     “Liebling, have you ever had to urinate outdoors, while wearing your tack, or hitched to a sulky?”

     “Whinny,” and “Wmummmy,” and she shook her head.

     “Ok, we are going to learn to do that this morning,” Willi had a water bottle, which she gave Monica a big drink from.  “You’re going to need lots of water so drink up, now.”  She led Monica to the blue and white striped pole at the far side of the corral. 

     “Do you know what this is for?  No?  This is for urination, pissen, is urinate in German.  When you are here in the corral and around the stable, you must come here or to another pole.  Then you will urinate on the ground.”  Monica whinnied and nodded.  “When you are out on the track or out on the roadways around here,” Willi waved her arm to indicate the roads and paths out and around the track.  “You may go anywhere.”  Willi raised her hand and her index finger.”  Unless I tell you not to urinate or nitcht pissen, in German.  Otherwise whenever we stop, you may pee on the ground.”

     Willi gave her another drink of water, she wasn’t sure she wanted one but when Willi put the bottle to her lips she had to drink.  “If you need to urinate and we are in a place where I have told you not to go, like over there by the picnic table, just whinny the same sound for ‘no’ but paw the ground with your left foot.”  Monica whinnied and nodded.

     Willi smiled and chuckled, she reached up and took the bit out of Monica’s mouth, “You’re getting this down, quite well.”  Monica smiled and then whinnied and nodded.

     “Very good, liebling, very good,” Willi stroked her left cheek and then snapped the bit back in place.  “Oh, one more thing, if the bit is in place, do not speak over it, even if I tell you that you may speak, you have to wait until the bit is out.  That will be punished severely.”

     Monica stepped over to the pole and stood there, she needed to pee.  She looked at Willi, and shrugged.  She didn’t really know what to do next. She started to squat to pee on the ground.

     “No, liebling, you must stand to urinate.” Willi cautioned.  “Stand and move your feet about eighteen inches apart.”  Monica moved her feet apart as Willi instructed.

     “Now bend your knees, and lean forward.”  Monica complied with her instructions.  “Now arch your back, that’s very good,” Willi pressed her left hand on Monica’s lower back.  “Now is the hardest part, you must take a breath and then let it go.”  Monica started to pee and then stopped. 

     “Come on with it, you can do it,” Willi urged and pressed harder on Monica’s lower back.  Monica finally went on the ground.  When she was done she stayed in the position while Willi wiped her vulva and urethra with a wet wipe.  Willi insisted that the ponygirls must be kept absolutely sanitary.

     When Monica was finished Willi led her to the stable and had the handler, Miller hitch a sulky up.  Monica liked him he was kind to her and gentle getting the sulky hitched to her harness.  When she was done he sent her out onto the track.

 

     Letitia’s training was also Willi’s responsibility, and Letitia took to the training without the slightest hesitation.  She felt she was so much better off here, which meant anything Willi wanted she did immediately.  Letitia was in very good condition, but Willi wanted perfect.  During her second week Willi had her blinders closed and they started the confidence training. 

     Letitia was afraid to try to take even one step.  Willi had her light whip but even two strokes with it failed to convince Letitia to take even one step. 

     “Do you think I would run you into a wall, liebling?” Willi asked as she walked to Letitia.  “Liebling, do you really believe your Willi would want to harm you?”  She was so close she practically whispered in Letitia’s ear.  Letitia shook her head, no.  Tears ran down her face as Willi spoke so softly to her.

     “Would you like to try walking with me right here with you?” Willi asked sensitively.

     “WWHuummm,” was Letitia’s answer, Willi was impressed, as Letitia was doing so well.

     “Come liebling,” she stayed with Letitia and took the rein where it joined her bridle.  “Walk with me, now.”  Willi walked Letitia around in the corral for nearly half an hour, talking gently to her until she was more relaxed and confident.

    Willi sat in the sulky and took up the reins and gently shook them, without saying anything.  This time Letitia took a cautious step; she paused and then took another.  Soon Letitia was walking around the corral, but still very carefully.

     “Whoa, liebling, whoa,” Willi pulled Letitia up.  She got out of the sulky and walked to the ponygirl.  “Letitia, liebling, we will stay in the corral today, you do not need to worry.”  Willi had a water bottle and gave Letitia a big drink.  Willi let water flow all over so it ran down Letitia’s chin until it dripped off her nipples. 

     “Oopps, too much,” she had a cloth and she gently dried Letitia’s chest and her breasts and nipples.

     “Whummm,” Letitia said from deep in her chest.  Willi laughed and softly stroked Letitia’s head and ear.  She went back to the sulky and took up the reins again.  Letitia was moving confidently and she regained her form by evening.  When Willi was done for day she guided Letitia to the side of the corral and stopped her.  Miller was there to get her unhitched; he gently stroked Letitia’s shoulder and cooed gently to her so he didn’t scare her.  Letitia waited for him to open the blinkers.  After he got her eyes uncovered she smiled at him. 

     Miller finished unhitching Letitia and led her to the stable for Andrea to bathe and feed.  Andrea was waiting for her in her stall and had her dog for her.  Letitia named him Jerome, after her uncle.  He had been there for her when she was little, right up until he passed away from heart trouble when she was in high school.

 

     Willi had finished getting their lunch out of the picnic basket and a bottle of cold water for each from the small cooler, it had been on the sulky since this morning.  They left the corral and made four circuits of the track before she directed Letitia out through the gate and onto the road.  She kept Letitia running for the entire morning, until lunchtime.  They pulled up in a shady spot that she used for lunch with each blinkered ponygirl.  She fed Letitia without opening the blinkers.  Letitia had no idea where they were, but she knew they were not at the track.  They finished and she looped Letitia’s reins over a tree limb and helped her lay down.  They took a good rest and Willi got Letitia up to go for the remainder of the afternoon.  They pulled into the corral and stopped almost exactly in the same spot where Letitia’s blinkers had been closed. 

     Willi liked Erin’s reaction when she was run all day with blinkers and re-opened in almost the same spot.  Erin had said they went all day but that she had not gone anywhere.  Letitia looked around and whinnied softly while Miller unhitched her harness.

     Letitia was the first ponygirl to be able to trust Willi completely without being tortured with the nipple clamps.  Letitia didn’t ever do anything she was not supposed to do, so punishment was not called for.   It just took longer for her to come around, and trust Willi enough to run full speed without being able to see where she was going. 

     “You have done so well liebling,” Willi said to her.  “I will be sure your groom gives you a very, very good washing tonight.”

     “Thank you, Willi,” Letitia blushed.  She was very shy and couldn’t look at Willi.

 

Erin and Letitia

 

     “Wake up, please,” Letitia gently touched the side of Erin’s head; she didn’t want to scare Erin while she slept.  She leaned forward and softly kissed Erin’s right temple, next to her right eye.  When Erin’s eyes opened she saw Letitia’s dark brown face smiling down at her, she smiled too.  “Please hold me, Erin,” Letitia sat on the side of the small bunk. 

     “Are you all right?” Erin sat up and put her arms around Letitia’s naked shoulders.  “Is something wrong?”  Letitia smiled and shook her head, no.

     “I need to hold you and have you hold me,” She whispered.  “I’ve wanted you since the day you won that race.  I’ll do anything for you, I love you so much,” Letitia’s leaned forward and kissed Erin’s lips.  She was so gentle and sweet.      

     Letitia’s kiss became more insistent and more awakening.  Erin was not averse to the attentions of a woman, as she told Willi that first day so long ago.  She was surprised by Letitia’s interest. 

     Letitia’s pink tongue darted quickly between Erin’s soft lips.  She probed Erin’s mouth, their tongues met and Erin’s light brown eyes opened wide as she looked into Letitia’s dark brown eyes.  She returned Letitia’s sweet kiss and followed Letitia’s tongue back between the luscious full lips.

     “Mmmmuhh,” Erin said as she returned Letitia’s kisses.  She lay back as Letitia pushed lightly on the front of her chest.   Letitia knelt beside Erin’s cot as she stroked slowly down Erin’s flat tummy.  She tenderly touched Erin’s navel, Letitia’s lips followed her hand over Erin’s petite breasts and quickly kissed each hard nipple.  She continued to kiss a trail over Erin’s tanned belly to her large mons.  Letitia slowed and licked at the very top of Erin’s pussy, just where her outer lips began to fill out. 

     “Oh god, Letitia,” Erin gasped.  “Oh please, don’t stop.”  Letitia slowly pushed the first 2 fingers of her right hand into Erin’s vagina, she sucked Erin’s huge clitoris between her lips, and licked the sensitive tip.  Letitia’s left hand closed on Erin’s firm right nipple, and pinched roughly.  Erin folded her knees and held her legs apart so Letitia had better access.  Letitia responded by adding her other fingers, so she now had four fingers inserted into Erin.  With her left hand she tugged on the tiny gold ring through Erin’s right nipple. 

     She realized there was even more room inside Erin, so she also pushed with her thumb.  She had her entire right hand inside Erin’s pussy.  Erin was trying to touch Letitia’s breasts, but she couldn’t get arm between them.  She slowly stroked Letitia’s back, her hand slid gently over Letitia’s back and followed around the curve of Letitia’s sleek bottom.  Erin’s fingers found Letitia’s wet vagina, she quickly slipped her index finger between the engorged, full pussy lips.  When her finger was wet, she began to pull back from the slippery flesh.

     Erin felt the wrinkled skin of Letitia’s anus.  She slowly pushed her slick index finger into Letitia’s tight anus.  Letitia gasped and moaned softly, she slowly pushed her entire hand farther into Erin’s pussy.  Letitia did not have very large hands, but she was still so amazed the she was able to reach so far into Erin.  Her wrist was fully inside, and Erin kept her knees pulled up.  Letitia began to open and close her hand, as Erin gently pushed her finger in and then slightly pulled back, only to press anew.

     Letitia and Erin climaxed together, Erin moaned loudly and Erin’s pussy lips muffled Letitia’s gasps.  When they both finished, Erin grasped Letitia’s wrist and pulled.  She wanted to kiss Letitia’s lips again, but Letitia was intrigued by the sheer size of Erin’s vagina.  She wanted to continue to explore inside Erin. 

     “Oh, please Letitia, take it out now,” Erin begged.  Letitia slowly withdrew her hand; it was wet with Erin’s secretions.  Letitia sat back and licked her entire hand.

     “Erin, you taste so good,” she said between licks.  “I love you.  I’ve been dreaming of this since you beat me that day.” She smiled, her white teeth showed up in soft glow of the night-lights.  “Do you remember the day we ran away from the rustlers?” she asked, but didn’t wait for an answer.  “I wanted us to hide together out there so you could just hold me.”  She leaned forward and softly kissed Erin’s lips.  She was so tender and sweet to her that Erin started feel a lump in her throat.

     “Letitia, how did you get in here?” Erin whispered.

     “Miller is on tonight, he let me in here,” Letitia giggled.  “I told him how much I needed to have you.”  Letitia leaned close to Erin’s right ear, “He loves you too, you know?”

     “Miller?” Erin was surprised.  “I thought he was,,,,well not interested in girls.”

     “I know, but he loves you too,” Letitia repeated.  “He told me you’re the only girl he’s ever wanted.  That’s not too weird, Erin, all of us here want you.” 

     Letitia turned and slipped away, when she got to the gate to Erin’s stall the electric lock clicked.   Miller had activated it from the front desk.

     Erin smiled as she closed her eyes, she lay awake for a long time until sleep found her again.