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8
Ponygirls
for Hire VIII
©Arnold
Puttwyn- 2K7
Characters at Ponygirl Adventure Racing
1. Erin van Daalk –{16-Groom} 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 –3-
Ponygirl
9. Margot Werner Head Trainer
10. Stacy Adlan-4-
Ponygirl
11. Orson Warren
Handler
12. Jacqui LaCostá Jockey/Trainer
13. Wilhelmina den Woorden Jockey/Trainer
14. Joshua Gray
Trainer
15. Veronika Dylon –18-
Ponygirl
16. Irina Lovoloff*
Groom
17. Denise & Aaron Winters Owners
18. Alicia Perez*
Groom
19. Elise Mojica –23- Ponygirl
20. Andrea Lean*
Groom
21. YingYing ‘China’ Oha Jockey
22. Miller Wallace
Handler
23. Taylor Wallace*
Groom
24. Letitia White –20-
Ponygirl
25. Monica Maarae –26- Groom
26. Leslie Kort* Groom
27. Abigail Rush
Owner
The New Ponygirl
©Long Johnson & Rissa-2006
Lindsay Porter
stood by the gray 10-foot cyclone fence, and looked through to the manicured
green grass lawn. Her newly pierced
red-brown nipples were tender, and the strong breeze that whipped her long red
hair only made her nipples tingle more.
Lindsay took a deep breath and thought back to the day she signed the
contract with George Code.
Lindsay
got out early to run at dawn, she loved seeing the sun as it rose over the
small lake, and before the July heat in southern Indiana became
oppressive. She went out to try to find
a job again today, and even applied to work as a waitress, but she was obviously
not a waitress and wouldn’t be there long.
No one she found wanted to hire her, knowing she would leave as soon as
she found something else. She felt so
discouraged that she went for another run when she got home, even in the summer
heat, she was running for the 2nd time today.
She rounded
the little lake and ran directly into the strong hot breeze, her red hair streamed out
behind her in long ringlets while she ran and her long legs pumped steadily as
she finished the 10K loop around the lakefront park. She got back to the door, her body slick with
sweat, and found a note from the apartment manager that just said, and “See
Me”, written in black marker right on the door, and her key would not open the
door.
The
resident manager of her small apartment building had changed the lock on her
door so she would have to see him to get back in. That was a reminder of the past due
rent. She walked slowly to the office,
dreading a meeting with the manager.
Lindsay felt dirty under his leering stare.
Today he
wore a dirty sleeveless t-shirt, it made his skinny arms and bony shoulders
look even worse. He licked his lips, as
he looked at her dressed in tiny red running shorts and pale yellow nylon
singlets. The manager crudely eyed her
chest, Lindsay became very self-conscious, with her slender figure and small
breasts she rarely wore a brassiere, or a running bra. Her yellow top, wet from sweat was nearly
transparent. It hugged her slender body,
and showed off her little breasts and the red-brown nipple at center of
each.
He told
her she could get an extension. When she
asked how, he leered at her then said she could come to the office after 6PM on
Friday.
“I might
even decide to shave,” he whispered.
“No, prolly not.” The stubbly
pale whiskers hissed as her ran his fingers over his chin. Lindsay shivered.
“Be sure
to clean that shit off the door too,” he said, referring to the note he
left.
“Yes
sir,” Lindsay mumbled as she turned to go back to her apartment. At 20 years old, with no job, no income, and
no expectations, she would be there.
Lindsay walked to her apartment with tears streaming from her green
eyes; she automatically turned on the stereo after she used her new key to get
in the door.
The power
was off, no stereo and no air conditioner.
She
walked slowly back to the nearby park where saw a tiny blue and red sign stuck to the
front of the soda pop machine:
NEED HELP? NEED A JOB?
ALL PROBLEMS SOLVED – PERMAMENTLY
NO TAXES – NO RENT
All costs covered by employer.
Call George Code.
Lindsay had seen
the sign several times before and she didn’t really believe it, but this time
she was actually scared. She had no
money for her rent, the power was off and she didn’t even have enough to buy a
can of soda. The little sign really
caught her attention this time and she could call the toll free number from a
payphone without any money.
George
Code didn’t have an office; he came to meet Lindsay in the park and brought her
a contract. He was a very pleasant man
about 40 with thick dark brown hair and a quick smile. He listened to her as she told about her
terrible day, then he explained that all her outstanding bills would be caught
up, and any further costs would be totally covered. The contract he presented was a 10 Year
Indenture of Servitude, she would agree be a ponygirl and trained to pull carts
or sulkies.
As George
explained the contract to her, she began to like the idea of having someone
else take all her troubles away. She
would be supported and actually required to run {required to run?} and
pull a little cart or a sulky. She might
even be a racer one day, and live a life of privilege. The Ponygirl Racing Association also
specified that a percentage of her winnings, should she become a racing
ponygirl, would be held for her.
“What
would I wear?” she asked. “What kind of
clothes should I bring?”
“Nothing,” he said as a matter of fact.
“You should bring running shoes, several pairs of your favorites.” George didn’t leer nor stare at her body.
‘You mean
I’d have to be naked?” she asked.
“Well,
horses don’t wear anything,” he said casually.
“Neither do ponygirls.”
“Would I
have to,,,,um,,,well do stuff?”
“There
are very stringent regulations. You might
think it’s too lonely.” George had a pen
for her to take. Lindsay took the pen
absently, and toyed with it as she read.
She wanted to sign she didn’t put the pen down, but the idea of being
naked all the time scared her. She was
so desperate, though…..
After she
read it, she took a deep breath and signed it.
She had nothing better in sight, especially that required running. He said they would be in contact with her to
make arrangements, and he even bought her a cold soda pop before he left.
Lindsay
sat in the park for a while before heading home and found the complex manager
waiting by her door, with his hair combed; he was very polite and apologized
for his earlier remarks. He also asked
her to notify her boss that he came to talk to her. Lindsay
nodded and smiled. She went inside to
the cool air conditioning and stereo.
When she left the power was off, and she left the stereo on, loud. When the power was restored it came back on,
loud. That evening she went to bed and
slept well for the first time in nearly a month.
A knock
on the door woke her at 8 in the morning, she answered the door in her
oversized purple t-shirt, a leftover from her first boyfriend. The neck stretched over her lean left
shoulder and long slender legs stretched out below. The two men there were very polite to her,
and said Mr. Code had sent them. They
left a big envelope and told her that her cell phone should work now, and left
immediately after that. When Lindsay
started to close the door she noticed that it was freshly cleaned, the ominous
note from the manager was completely washed off.
She
opened the large manila packet and found directions to the stable and a smaller
manila envelope for all her personal papers, like her driver license and birth
certificate, and of course her safety deposit keys. A letter told her that she had an appointment
today with a local doctor for a check up and to take a blood sample and x-rays. She was expected to be at the stable in ten
days at 8AM. It also had a polite little
reminder to “please be punctual”. There
was also a packet containing $1450.00, with a note saying it was to cover
expenses and for gasoline for the 200 miles to the stable, and another note
simply said to Use It.
The Adventure
Begins
Lindsay began to have second thoughts when
she arrived at the non-descript and dull red stable. This trip was the last one for her old faded
brown Corolla she was about halfway when the odometer rolled past 200,000
miles. The stable was just a few miles
out of Weilchville. The short heavy
woman with a red – white – blue plaid cowboy style shirt and faded blue jeans
who met her at the door was a bit brusque and rather impolite.
“You’re
Lindsay Porter, I’m Emma Gallant,” she said in a loud voice without offering to
shake hands. “Go in the second door on
the right, it’s the desert room, and wait in there for me. I’ll be there as soon as I get a few
minutes.” Lindsay was a bit put off, she
was already tired from the drive in her dying old car, but she meekly followed
the instructions. Before she walked down
the hallway she gave Emma the keys to her old Toyota.
The open
room was big, with antiqued gray wooden benches all around, on each wall. The walls were painted to look like a desert
landscape, with a tall Socorro cactus painted at irregular intervals. The sky was pale blue with fluffy white
clouds and each wall had a bright yellow sun.
The floor was bare gray cement.
There were 3
naked girls sitting together on the bench opposite the door Lindsay came
through. They were slumped and looked a
bit scared and sitting right under a huge sign painted on the wall. No
Talkin’ in bright red letters. The sign looked
like it was painted on old wood.
Each girl
was tall and long legged, but not as tall as Lindsay, two brunettes and one
blonde. The blonde was plain, and very
slender. She had slim hips and a flat
tummy. Her small firm breasts had puffy
pale pink nipples. The two brunettes
were only slightly shorter and had full figures. Both of the brunettes had expensive breast
implants and looked very nice. Right now
they all seemed scared and very quiet.
Lindsay
sat at the end, near the long-legged blonde girl. The girl had short wavy hair and bright blue
eyes.
“Hi,”
Lindsay whispered as she sat beside the naked girl. The girl raised her finger to her lips and
shook her head. Then she pointed to the
far wall, where another rustic looking sign was painted. START HERE, with a large
arrow pointing
down.
“Oh,” Lindsay
whispered again. She walked casually to
the end of the room with the sign. She
wanted to see what she was supposed to start doing. When she got there she saw the arrow pointed
to a huge trashcan. A smaller sign read:
Place All Clothes Here.
Yes, All Clothes.
You Don’t Need Them Anymore.
Lindsay
looked around; she stepped out of her old red and white running shoes, and
slipped off the ankle socks underneath.
She jumped at the noise as she dropped them in the can. Lindsay unsnapped her very short faded blue
cut-off denim shorts, dropped them to the floor and stepped out. She didn’t want to take off the rest of her
clothing, but she was afraid to defy the bright red signs. She took a deep breath and sighed, as she
lifted the bright pink sleeveless top off over her head, leaving only her tiny
white and blue flowered panties. Lindsay
didn’t wear a brassiere; she was very slender and didn’t need the support. If she had worn a bra it would have been
34A. She was 5 feet 11 inches tall and
weighed 134 pounds. She rarely wore long
pants because she couldn’t find long inseams very often.
Her
22-inch waist and 34-inch hips along with 36-inch inseam made pants an elusive
and expensive choice. She pushed her
panties down with her thumbs and stepped out with her right leg and used her
left foot to toss them to the top of the trashcan.
When Mrs.
Gallant came into the room she was surprised to see Lindsay was already
naked. She had expected to have to make
Lindsay throw her clothes away.
“Very
good,” she smiled at Lindsay. “You have
a few more things to toss. That little
chain thing around your ankle and the two finger rings.” She didn’t smile, but stepped back and
pointed toward the trashcan at the far end of the room. Lindsay thought she could feel Mrs. Gallant
watching as she walked quickly to the trashcan.
What she didn’t notice was the appreciative look she got from the blonde
girl as she walked toward the trashcan.
When she sat on the bench to unlatch the little bracelet on her ankle she could see that Mrs. Gallant was
talking to the other girls.
“Hhmm,
slave bracelet,” she said softly to herself.
I guess I’m smarter than I thought.
She dropped the ankle bracelet and two rings into the big can. Lindsay walked back to the bench where Mrs.
Gallant waited.
“May I
ask you a question?” Lindsay asked. Mrs.
Gallant nodded. “What do you do with all
the stuff we have to take off?”
“Throw it
away,” Mrs. Gallant answered.
“Just
toss it all out?”
“We don’t
have a second hand store here,” Mrs. Gallant said with a straight face. The other girls on the bench started to
laugh, soon all five were laughing uproariously. “Ok, it’s time to get goin’,” Mrs. Gallant
said softly. “Follow me and we’ll go to
the next station.”
Mrs.
Gallant led the four naked girls into a smaller room off the end of the Desert
Room. This room was a very modern
doctors’ waiting room. There were 4
nurses waiting there for them. Each
nurse had a clipboard with some paperwork, a tall, nice looking woman with very
short dark hair called for her and Lindsay raised her hand immediately.
“This way
please, dear.” Lindsay followed her to
an examination room, like in any doctor’s office. “I’m Rochelle. Please sit here on the table,
sweetheart.” She ushered Lindsay inside
and pointed to a flat table with a stainless steel top.
“Ooh,
that’s cold,” Lindsay said as she sat on the tabletop. “What are you going to do?”
“Nothing
that you haven’t already agreed to,” was her curt reply. “Now, please sit there and be quiet,” the
nurse said kindly and raised her finger to her lips to shush Lindsay. The whole room was cold to Lindsay her
nipples were hard from the cool temperature.
She had goose pimples and she shivered a bit. Lindsay had wait for only a few minutes and
the doctor came in, he looked rushed and hurried. The doctor was dressed in a dark suit and had
a white lab coat over it. The coat had his
name Dr. Jeanette, embroidered in green script over the right breast pocket.
“Rochelle, is this Lindsay?” He asked.
He began without any introduction.
“Yes, I’m
Lindsay.” The doctor ignored her and
looked over Rochelle’s shoulder at the clipboard.
“Yes,
Lindsay,” he said thoughtfully and shrugged at Rochelle with a smile.
“Yes
doctor,” Rochelle sounded efficient.
“Lay over on your back and slide to this end dear,” Rochelle walked to
the end of the table nearest the door.
“Slide your bottom all the way to the end.”
“Can you
pull your knees up, or do you need the stirrups?” the doctor asked as he walked
to end of the table.
“No, I’m
fine,” Lindsay, said as she pulled her knees up, so that her pussy was
completely open for the doctor. She held
her legs up with her hands. She wanted
to do her best for him.
“Do you
have birth control implants?” he asked but didn’t expect her to answer. He checked the clipboard, “Yeah, left
forearm.” He looked toward Rochelle,
“Can you get them out after I finish, here?”
Rochelle nodded.
“This is a
newer type of IUD, its fiberglass like the others,” he said to Lindsay. “This one is infused with a very low dose of
a hormone similar to your implant. It
restricts menses and the IUD prevents pregnancy, of course.” The doctor put latex gloves on and picked up
a small stainless steel implement.
“Isn’t it
possible for it to slip out?” Lindsay asked.
“I’ve heard of that happening, during hard workouts.”
“No, this
newer one has little spines along the sides and a barb on each end,” he said as
he pressed the inserter through Lindsay’s cervix and into her uterus. “It’ll never come out.” He paused to work. “It’s permanent.” He pushed the plunger down. “There, I’m done.” He stripped off the gloves as he left, to go
to the next examination room.
“What’s
the matter, why are you crying?” Rochelle asked as she picked up a tiny spatula
tool with a very sharp edge to remove the implants from Lindsay’s forearm.
“He said
that thing’s permanent,” Lindsay sobbed.
“It won’t
slip or fall out on it’s own,” Rochelle said gently. “He can remove it, and besides it’s illegal
to breed ponygirls and slavegirls. You
were an adult when you signed the contract, but a baby would have no
choice. So the Ponygirl Racing
Association decided that it would not allow reproduction by ponygirls.” Rochelle smiled as she finished up with the
removal of the implant.
Lindsay
felt a bit rough the next morning when Rochelle came in pushing a covered
stainless steel cart. She pushed it up
beside Lindsay’s bed and stopped there.
“Well,
how are we feeling this morning?” Rochelle smiled down at Lindsay while she
whisked the white towel from the top of the cart. She picked up a white Styrofoam cup and held
it out to Lindsay, without a word.
Lindsay could smell the delicious aroma of coffee. Lindsay slid up to lean against the headboard
and quickly took the coffee.
“Good,
but I didn’t sleep real well,” she answered.
“This will help a lot,” Lindsay said as she took a sip of the hot black
coffee. “How long do I have to stay in
here?” she glanced around her room in the little clinic.
“It’s
just a couple more days ‘til the results from the tests are back,” Rochelle
answered casually. “Then it’s off to
work for you. Try to lay back and enjoy
it.”
“It’s
time to start that layin’ back right now,” she held up the safety razor and
tried to smile cheerfully.
Lindsay
laid still for Rochelle to carefully clip her sparse red pussy hair with a pair
of barber scissors. Rochelle shaved
Lindsay’s pussy and then did her underarms, too. Lindsay was surprised at her own
reaction. Only a few days ago she would
have been outraged to have someone handling her in such an intimate
manner. Rochelle finished and softly
stroked Lindsay’s cheek.
“This may
tingle a little bit,” Rochelle said as she applied depilatory gel from a small
packet under each arm and the sensitive skin of Lindsay’s pussy. It did tingle, a lot. The gel actually stung Lindsay’s tender
skin. She lay still for Rochelle the
next morning too.
“I won’t
have to do that again,” Rochelle smiled down at Lindsay. She had just finished wiping off the excess
after-shave gel, Lindsay thought of it as “the tingly stuff”. “This was the last time,” Rochelle
explained. “All of that old hair is gone
for good.”
“Come
with me dear,” Rochelle was the nurse on tonight. She came in at almost midnight and got
Lindsay up. “We have a couple of things
to do this evening. You’ll get to go to
your own stall in the morning.” She led
Lindsay to a small room at the end of the gray linoleum tiled hallway.
As they
went inside Lindsay saw several large chairs, like a dental office. She looked the chairs over and wondered what
she was here for, and saw a man sitting in the last chair. His arms were covered with numerous
multi-colored tattoos. He stood and
smiled at Lindsay. Lindsay tried to
cover herself with her hands and tried to get behind Rochelle. She could make only little mewling
noises.
“Get your
hands down Lindsay.” Rochelle ordered as she took Lindsay by the arm and pulled
her out in front. Lindsay stood, she was
afraid to move. This was the first time
since she had been here – in 3 days – which she was not dealing with medical
personnel. She had been naked in front
of very few others since she was 5 years old, and only if she was intimately
involved.
The man
had very long hair that he had was pulled back and tied in a long braid nearly
to his waist. His disarming smile helped
as he pointed out a chair for Lindsay to sit in. She went to the chair he pointed out and sat
for him.
“Ok Alec,
we’re all set,” Rochelle said as she put the wrist straps in place, to help
Lindsay stay still in the chair.
Without
speaking to her Alec worked quickly, he pierced Lindsay’s nipples and put a
small gold Captured Ball Ring through each.
The rings, ½ inch by 16 ga. were delicate and pretty in her
nipples. Next he tattooed her PRA number
– 4911816 - on her belly just
2 inches above her navel.
“That’s
you in the PRA computer, the 491 is Mr. Stuart, your owner and 181 is the day
you signed the contract July 5th, the 6 means you were the 6th
girl registered that on any July 5th,” Alec told her as he finished
the tattoo.
“One more
to go,” he had Rochelle hold Lindsay’s hair up so he could tattoo the PRA
number on the back of her neck - 491816– in USPS
barcode.
When they got back to Lindsay’s room a short
slender woman dressed in a white and green plaid western shirt with tight blue jeans, sat in the
lone chair with her shiny black boots on the end of Lindsay’s bed. She had bright blonde collar-length hair
under her natural colored woven straw cowboy hat.
“Hi, I’m
Wanda Boyd,” she stood quickly and held her hand out to Rochelle. “Lindsay’s groom. I’m here to make sure her tack all fits
before I take her to her stall in the morning.”
She nodded toward a brown box on the floor.
“Have a
seat,” she indicated the same chair to Lindsay.
“You got her finished,” She walked around Lindsay and lifted her hair to
look at the back of her neck. “Very
nice,” she leaned closer. “With her red
hair that color looks sweet. Andy’s real
good with colors.” Wanda picked up the
bridle harness and started to unfold the straps.
“I brought
adjustable tack, I’ll use it to order the custom made stuff,” she said as she
expertly fitted the bridle harness on Lindsay’s head. The straps were a bit scary at first, but
Lindsay was surprised that it was not uncomfortable. The bit was smooth and covered with a
semi-soft material, so it didn’t grate on her teeth.
The
hoof-boots were next; they had a 2-inch horseshoe shaped platform as front sole
and raised rear like a high heel. The
mid-sole was firm and didn’t need a heel to support Lindsay. The hoof-boots held her feet nearly straight
so most of her weight was on her toes.
Her heels were much higher than any pair of dress shoes she had ever
worn before.
When she
stood she felt as though she was wearing stilts, the hoof-boots added 5 inches
so she stood 6’4” with them on. Lindsay
loved it, she was so tall, and she felt like a giant. When she stumbled at her first step. Wanda was ready and right there to catch her.
“It’s ok,
honey,” Wanda consoled. “You’ll do fine
with a little practice.” She held up a
mass of straps and buckles, “This is next, it’s your sulky harness.” Wanda
fitted the straps and adjusted the buckles around Lindsay’s waist, chest and
shoulders.
She fitted
the harness high around Lindsay’s waist and the straps that met at a ring
between her small breasts and went over each shoulder. It had rings on each side for attachment to
sulky rails.
“Let’s
try on your pony-hands and we’ll be done for now.” Wanda had a pair of front hooves for her,
too. These fit over Lindsay’s hands and
laced up her forearms. Each hoof had
just enough room for Lindsay’s hand and had a crossbar for her to grasp. The cuffs were laced to the middle of her
forearms for a proper fit. They could be
easily removed by pulling a Velcro strip.
Lindsay
felt like a birthday girl as she got all the presents, Wanda was very careful and so
nice to her. As Wanda started removing
the tack, Lindsay bent to help with the hoof-boots, Wanda grasped Lindsay’s shoulder and pulled her
back. She held up a finger and also
shook her head.
“Lindsay,
never try to touch any of your tack,” she cautioned. “I’ll take care of you entirely.” Lindsay nodded slowly.
“One
more important thing,” Wanda still held up her right index finger. “Never try to speak when you’re wearing any
of your tack or harness.” She finished
and when the tack was all off guided Lindsay into her bed, and pulled the crisp
white sheet up to her chin.
“That’s
beautiful,” Wanda leaned over and lightly kissed the side of Lindsay’s
head. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Lindsay’s
stall was really more like a tiny room, made of bars. There were 8 stalls in the stable, four on
each side with a wide central area for handling the ponygirls. There were 4 shower heads protruding from the
tiled wall at each end of the huge room, numbered to correspond with each
stall, Lindsay’s was number 5. It was
the first on the left side of the stable.
The tall blonde girl she met the first day, Eloise, was in stall 6, and
the 2 brunettes were in stalls 7 and 8.
The other stalls were empty.
“The
first thing to show you is where you go to urinate,” Wanda said very
mater-of-fact manner. “Right over here
if you’re secured in the stall.” She
went to the inside corner, where Lindsay’s stall and Eloise’s stall met. The wall had a large patch of 3-inch blue and
white stripes. “You and Eloise share
this,” Wanda said carefully. “You just
pee right here, and at the bottom’s a drain hole.” Wanda pointed out the drain hole. “Do your best to get close there, and every
morning I’ll rinse it all out, so it doesn’t smell too bad.” She looked at Lindsay, “Ok, sweetheart?” Lindsay smiled and nodded. She vowed to never pee there.
“Ok, turn
around and back up here and give it a try,” Wanda said. When she saw Lindsay’s frown she added, “Did
you think I’d let you get away from this?”
“I hoped.” Lindsay raised her eyebrows and
shrugged. Wanda slowly shook her
head. Lindsay turned and backed toward
the corner. She looked to Wanda one more
time and raised her eyebrows again.
Wanda shook her head no again, too.
Lindsay really had to pee and she wanted to use the toilet.
“Ok, move
your feet apart, a little more,” Wanda instructed critically. “Now bend your knees and lean forward,”
Lindsay complied. “Arch your back a
little more.” Lindsay stood but nothing
happened.
“Lindsay,
you’ll probably never use a toilet again,” Wanda was serious. “Let’s get going and learn to do this.” Lindsay slowly nodded and made a face. She stepped back nearer the outlined
area. After a deep breath she closed her
eyes and urinated against the blue/white sign.
“If it’s
any consolation,” Wanda smirked. “I have
to clean up after you.”
“Umm,”
Lindsay thought it over. “Nope.”
“That
doesn’t help?” Wanda offered. Lindsay shook her head.
“That’s
all I have to offer.” They both laughed,
and then Wanda brought out a pack of wet paper wipes. She pulled one out and just looked at
Lindsay, she didn’t have to say anything.
“Oohh,
shit. Ok,” Lindsay said as she turned to
give Wanda access to her pussy and urethra from the rear, she rose up on her
toes and arched her back to give Wanda better access. She shivered when the cool wet paper touched
her sensitive flesh as Wanda wiped up for her.
She
showed Lindsay her bed next; it was a thick pad, or thin mattress near the
middle of the common wall with Eloise’s stall.
That stall was a mirror of Lindsay’s, so at night they would be side by
side. The stall dividers were
horizontal, round-brushed aluminum tubes set 10 inches apart. Not for security, but so each ponygirl knew
her boundaries. Wanda cautioned her not
to cross into Eloise’s stall.
Wanda was
the only groom for Lindsay and Eloise, so she had a lot of work to do. Lindsay sat on a stool while Wanda stood
behind to plait her long red hair. Eloise’s hair was short and needed only
brushing which Wanda had already finished.
She expected Mr. Stuart to bring another groom soon.
“Your
owner, Mr. Stuart will be here about noon,” Wanda spoke reverently. “He says he may take me to lunch.” Wanda’s eyes twinkled, as she French braided
Lindsay’s long red hair.
Lindsay
heard a motor and saw a blue and gray flicker as a delivery van rushed by the
window to stop outside the stable’s open door.
A tall lean woman in blue knee shorts and gray blouse carried a big
package wrapped in brown and tied with twine.
“This is
the custom made tack that we measured for earlier,” she told Lindsay.
“Wanda?”
she called out, her eyes adjusting slowly to the darker interior. “Ahh Here you are.”
“Hi,
Len,” she said when the woman got closer.
“This is
yer new filly?” she set the package down and stepped closer to Lindsay. Lindsay quickly covered her breasts by
crossing her left arm over her chest.
She also held her knees together and cupped her right hand over her
pussy.
“Wow
she’s tall,” the woman ignored Lindsay’s attempts to cover up. “Nice long legs,” she walked around to look
at Lindsay from the rear.
“Do you
run a lot, there,,,ah,,filly?” she searched for a name.
“My name
is,,um,, Lindsay,” Lindsay spluttered as she spoke. “And yes I do run as much as I can,” her
voice a little stronger. Wanda touched
Lindsay’s elbow when Len wasn’t looking.
When Lindsay looked she jerked her head to the side, and quickly nodded,
she wanted Lindsay to put her arms down.
Lindsay took a deep breath and sighed as she stood up straight and
dropped her arms, but they hovered uncomfortably at her sides.
“You’ll
do okay Lindsay,” Len encouraged. She
petted Lindsay’s left cheek and slid her hand down over the smooth skin of
Lindsay’s shoulder and upper arm. “I
gotta get goin’,” she said abruptly.
“There must be about 50 more packages out there.” She stepped closer to Wanda, “Can I bring
Whit by later to see your new filly?”
Wanda looked over Len’s shoulder directly into Lindsay’s eyes. Lindsay nodded slowly, and she smiled
slightly.
“Sure,”
Wanda answered casually. “Come by after
6.”
“See ya,”
Len said over her shoulder as she headed out the door.
“Don’t
embarrass me,” Wanda said as she walked closer.
“Keep your hands down when they get here.”
“I’ll
try,” Lindsay sighed and nodded.
“Not good
enough,” Wanda warned. “Keep em
down!”
“I can do
it.”
“Good,”
Wanda said with finality. “You’ll be
looked over by lots of people from now on.
This is a chance to get used to it.
Besides, she’s going to get her husband to come all the way here to see
you,” Wanda started opening the package Len had dropped off. “They’ve seen lots’a ponygirls, so bringin’
Whit out here to see you is a compliment.”
“Come on,
let’s try on your new tack.” Wanda
straightened up holding Lindsay’s new hoof-boots.
“Does it
feel all right?” Wanda asked as she
finished snapping the bit in place. The
bit was one of several included in the package with the bridle. It was shaped like a curved “Y” with the
attachment rings at each end of the Y and the long section pressed firmly on
the base of her tongue. The bit made
certain that she couldn’t talk, by holding the base of her tongue down.
Lindsay
smiled; she said that’s nice, it came out “Mmmmhuummm.”
They both had a good laugh. She felt happy for Wanda. She liked Wanda and enjoyed seeing her
happy.
“You’ll
wear this bridle whenever you go outside,” Wanda cautioned. “You see some ponygirls out with
collars. You can be sure I’ll never do
that to you, you’re a pony, a strong animal, not a little dog.” Wanda was proud of Lindsay; “I’ll make sure
no one treats you like a puppy, either.”
She snapped her lead rein to the ring on the side of Lindsay’s halter.
She led
Lindsay outside to the end of the dirt corral.
They stopped beside a blue and white striped pole, about 4 feet high,
with a rounded top-end.
“Lindsay,
this is where you go to urinate, outside,” Wanda instructed. “If you’re near the barn or other buildings
just look for a blue and white pole, if you’re out in the country anywhere is
ok.” Lindsay looked at Wanda. She didn’t want to do this.
“Stand
with your feet about two feet apart, go ahead do that.” Lindsay stepped up by the pole. “Ok, do everything just like before.” Lindsay took a breath and
exhaled, she was rewarded by a stream that fell
about 2 feet out behind her.
“Very
good,” Wanda caressed Lindsay’s cheek.
“You’re doin’ great, next time I won’t tell you how to pee.” She took another wet towel out to wipe
Lindsay’s pussy, and waved her hand around in a circle so Lindsay would turn
for her.
She had
been here for only a week and now this Wanda was leading her around to pee on
the ground, and making her feel proud of herself. Yes proud, she admitted silently, proud of
herself.
“Ok, time
to teach you how to whinny,” Wanda said seriously. “You have to learn it, and never try to talk
when you’re wearing any tack or hitched up to a sulky.” She slowly petted Lindsay’s left side and hip
with her right hand.
“If you
do, I’ll be required to punish you,” she sounded grave. “It’s real bad, too.” Lindsay nodded, she understood that she did
not want to be punished.
She led
Lindsay to a picnic table behind the stable and looped her lead rein over a
small gray cement hitching post by the end.
The table was under a huge Elm tree, and was in cool shade all day. Wanda sat on the end of the table so she
could see Lindsay’s face.
“Ok, to
whinny you have to remember to just let it flow out, don’t try to make a
special noise.” They went over the
different types of whinning for going to the toilet pole or to let Wanda know
that she needed to talk to her about something.
Wanda could take her aside to talk privately, or wait until they had
time.
“Wwiinnyy!!” Lindsay felt
strangely proud of this accomplishment too.
Wanda led her out into the paddock, she was careful. Lindsay needed some time to walk on her own
to get used to the hoof-boots.
“Whinininny.” Wanda laughed and
petted Lindsay’s back. She led Lindsay
across to the paddock and closed the gate.
Wanda left Lindsay to practice walking on her own, while she went in to
get Eloise to show her how to urinate outdoors.
“Hi,
we’re here,” Len called out as she came in through the open stable door. She walked along beside a man in a
wheelchair. They wore matching gray
worsted wool western style suit coats and Stetsons. Len had a black wool mini-skirt and Whit had
a bright red and green Navajo print blanket over his lap. He looked all around the stable while his eyes
adjusted to the dim light in the stable, until he found Lindsay. He smiled and looked on appreciatively. Lindsay still had all of her tack on,
including the sulky harness. She was
standing in her stall when she heard them come in and went to the gate so Wanda
could get her out.
Lindsay
stood in the middle of the floor and waited while Whit circled her in his wheel
chair, Wanda cautioned her earlier to stand still and let him go around and not
try to turn for him. In her hoof-boots
Lindsay stood with her weight on her toes, her feet were nearly straight below
her ankles. Lindsay’s knees were apart
and rounded bottom slightly spread. Her
arched posture displayed her bare pussy and dark pink anus while she stood for
Whit. He rolled up beside her and gently
placed his hand in the small of her back.
She stood without moving as he stroked gently over her round butt.
While
Wanda and Len chatted to the side, Lindsay noticed the red end of a bar code
tattoo on Len’s neck. It peeked out from
under her hair as she moved around while talking to Wanda.
“She was a ponygirl,” Lindsay said to
herself. She looked at her more
critically now and realized that Len looked gooood. She was quite pretty really. They soon left and Wanda took the sulky harness
off, but not the bridle nor hoof-boots.
Lindsay really wanted to talk to her, and ask a thousand questions. She whinnied the signal to talk several times
and Wanda just smiled and shook her head, until she finished wiping Lindsay’s
tack.
“Her name
is Lenore, she was one of the best ever.”
Wanda finally said as she pulled the Velcro apart and pulled off the
pony-hands. “She won all of the
championship races to make her the real U.S. champion.” She put her index finger up to Lindsay’s
lips, and removed the bridle halter and bit.
“Mr. Stuart just called he won’t be here until tomorrow.” She put Lindsay out in the corral to exercise
a bit before she was put in her stall for the night.
Lindsay woke to
see Wanda standing beside her, where she lay on her small pad on the stall
floor. She sat on her stool for Wanda to
braid her hair and put the bridle over her head. With the bridle and bit secured in place
Wanda got her hoof-boots and pony-hands on and led Lindsay into the stable
center for her breakfast.
Wanda put
a full cup of oatmeal with bits of apple in a bowl for Lindsay. The cereal was warm but not hot. She had to eat it by leaning over the bowl
and eating directly from it. Lindsay had
a hard time at first, but she learned to eat with the bit in place.
“Be sure
to eat all of it,” Wanda cautioned. “You
won’t get fed again until this evening.
I only feed 2 times a day.”
Lindsay ate all of the food Wanda had for her and stepped back from the
bowl. While Lindsay ate, Wanda got
Eloise up and readied. Wanda led Eloise
to the tall table just as Lindsay finished her oatmeal.
“She does
look good,” Mr. Stuart came in while Lindsay was eating, and waited until she
was through. “Good, that’s great,” he
said as he stepped forward to run his hands over Lindsay’s thighs and
butt. “She feels strong, nice and
firm. We’ll wait until we get her back
home to start the training.” Wanda
nodded. “I’ll see you in a couple of
weeks, when you get to Texas.” He looked
over toward Eloise. “She is real pretty,
her blonde hair does look good. Did you
pick the colors for her tattoos?”
Eloise was tattooed the same as Lindsay
but in blue, her PRA number was 4911817. It was
tattooed approximately 2 inches above her navel and the bar code 4418166 was tattooed on the back of her neck. Eloise’s nipples were also pierced with ½
inch CBR’s.
He looked
toward Wanda she smiled and nodded. “I
have a new head groom starting, she should be here later today.” He smiled a little uncomfortably, “her name
is Alicia Perez, and I hired her away from a ponygirl stable, in Arizona. I also managed to get a training director,
who’s a jockey, too. She’ll meet us in
Texas. I just talked to her on the
phone.”
He walked on
to look at the 2 brunette ponygirls, he shook his head as he came back.
“What’s
wrong?” Wanda asked.
“I just don’t see those two as
much racing competition,” he chuckled as he walked back. “I hired the
groom from a racing stable in Arizona, to be my head groom.” He knew Wanda wanted the head groom job, but
she had no experience, so he was forced to hire one.
Alicia
“Hi,” the young woman held out
her right hand. “I’m Alicia Perez, I’m
here to help out, and to get the ‘girls moved to the ranch in Texas.” Wanda took her hand, but didn’t say
anything. She looked at Alicia and saw a
pretty 5’ 6” Mexican woman with coal black shoulder length hair and very dark
brown eyes. Alicia wore new dark indigo
jeans and a light blue and white western shirt, with pearl snaps. The shirt was tucked in to the slim waist of
the jeans. Her wide tan leather belt
matched her boots. Alicia’s flashing
white teeth produced a bright smile that was infectious and Wanda’s bad
attitude melted away, she began to smile too.
“What I’d
like to do is for each one of us to take a girl,” Alicia suggested. “Do you already have one you’d prefer?”
“Well,
I’ve been pretty much calling the redhead mine.”
“Ok,
sounds good to me,” Alicia looked toward Eloise. “I guess I get the
palomino.” She walked over to Eloise and
gently petted her shoulders.
“You’re a
pretty girl,” Alicia cooed to Eloise.
“We’ll get along fine, won’t we?”
Eloise sniffed and smiled. “Have
you had a chance to teach her to whinny, Wanda?”
“No, I got
her outside earlier and showed her where to pee,” Wanda admitted. “But not to whinny.”
“That’s
fine, we’ll get to it later,” she stroked Eloise’s cheek tenderly. “Won’t we?”
She turned back to Eloise.
“Wh-wh,”
Eloise tried for Alicia.
“Look at
this she’s tryin’ for me,” Alicia said as she led Eloise out into the bright
morning sunshine.
Eloise’s Surprise.
Lindsay’s eyes snapped open and
she gasped, the stable was dark. She
felt something nice on her pussy. Gentle
fingers pried her nether lips apart, she started to sit up but a small hand on
her shoulder kept her back.
“Sshh,”
Eloise whispered from near her head, while her fingers tenderly stroked
Lindsay’s inner pussy. Eloise pulled
gently on Lindsay’s inner lips and rolled the delicate flesh between her index
finger and thumb. With her other hand
she softly squeezed Lindsay’s left breast, and she carefully stayed away from
Lindsay’s newly pierced nipple.
Eloise
took Lindsay’s hand and placed it on her own right breast, but she wasn’t as
careful about her sensitive nipple. When
Lindsay closed her fingers and felt Eloise’s new ring she stopped and pulled
back. Eloise quickly took Lindsay’s hand
again and put it over her breast without regard for her tortured nipple. Lindsay realized then that Eloise wanted her
to squeeze the newly pierced nub of flesh.
Lindsay
turned onto her side so she faced Eloise and could squeeze with both hands
easily. She had never been with another
woman in this way, but as lonely as she had become it didn’t seem too bad right
now.
Eloise
pressed her middle fingers into Lindsay’s tight vagina and grasped her fingers
tightly. Eloise relaxed and then grasped
again. She repeated grasping and
relaxing until Lindsay moaned with the first orgasm she’d had in several
weeks. She had tears in her eyes, she
was embarrassed by her own reactions.
Lindsay never allowed another woman to touch her, she was afraid of
intimacy from a woman. Now she’d just
had one of the most exotic orgasms of her life, and didn’t know what to think
of it and of herself.
She
wanted to turn over and turn her back, but Eloise wouldn’t let her pull her
hands away. She held Lindsay by the
wrists and made soft mewling noises deep in her throat.
Lindsay
continued to squeeze Eloise breasts and pull her tender nipples. Eloise took Lindsay’s left hand and pulled it
to her pussy. When Lindsay’s fingers
touched the wet flesh she jerked back, but Eloise didn’t release her grasp on
Lindsay wrist. Lindsay stopped trying to
pull away, she pressed her middle finger between Eloise’s outer lips. Eloise had a big clitoris, her arousal made
it stand like a tiny penis. Lindsay
rolled it between her fingers, she heard Eloise gasp and make more little mewling
sounds.
She
wanted Lindsay to squeeze harder and pull farther. She folded her hand over the top of Lindsay’s
and squeezed, hoping Lindsay understood.
She was rewarded by more pressure by Lindsay. Lindsay also applied more pressure to
Eloise’s left nipple and the ring.
“Oh,”
Eloise froze, and then inhaled deeply as she had an orgasm. Lindsay had found the right combination of
firm pressure and wicked pain to bring her to climax. She lifted Lindsay’s left hand from her pussy
and licked the palm after she sucked each finger into her mouth. When Lindsay’s hand was licked clean, she
offered Lindsay her own left hand, but Lindsay’s couldn’t do it. Eloise licked and sucked her own hand clean,
and then she stroked Lindsay’s cheek.
Eloise put her hand behind Lindsay’s neck and pulled her face close,
their lips met right at the bars. When
Eloise kissed her lips it was the first time for Lindsay to kiss another woman
too.
After
they parted and Lindsay lay back alone she wanted to cry, but tears didn’t
come. Lindsay’s right hand found
Eloise’s left right under the lowest bar, their fingers intertwined
easily. Actually she felt a great relief
and affection for Eloise. Lindsay closed
her green eyes, she had a very satisfied smile, too.
The New
Season
Erin stood in the starting gate for the
feature race of this first meet; she was ready to run right now. Late September’s heat made small rivulets of
sweat to draw tiny lines in the dust sticking to her glistening skin. Willi sat in the sulky, waiting for the bell
to sound and the gate to jump out of the way.
She had to maintain a firm grip on the reins to keep her ponygirl under
control. Erin was completely lost in
pony-space, she would leap out of the gate when it opened; it was the only
thing on her mind right now.
The southern California location for the
first race this season was a convenience, not too far from their southern
Arizona home. They drove here in just a
few hours, in a little caravan of vehicles led by Wendy’s black Mercedes SUV.
Erin and Stacy were entered and both were
in the feature race to determine the final winner. Since Erin was well known by the other owners
and she wore last years championship tattoo, W-05 on her left breast, just half an inch from her
brown areola, Willi ran her hard for each race and of course Erin won each
preliminary heat race.
Some tracks, this one included, had a
provision to allowed the champion to enter just the final. Willi wanted Erin to run plenty of races to
help her keep prepared to run and win.
The bell rang and in 5 seconds the gate
jumped up and out of the way, Erin exploded out onto the dirt surface. Willi’s loose reins told Erin to run as fast
as she could. She pulled as hard as she
could, the hours she spent dragging a heavily loaded sulky around the track
paid off now. She was in such good
condition that she could sprint, pulling the light race sulky, the entire 12
laps around the 1/8-mile distance.
She felt the loose dirt surface move as the metal lugs of her hoof-boots dug into it. The slight shifting was not a problem to Erin. Unconsciously she merely shortened her stride and continued to pull as hard as she could. Her firm body carried no extra fat; she didn’t jiggle or shake as she ran. Erin’s strong muscles writhed under her dark tanned skin, as she pulled hard against the sulkies weight.
Willi had drawn gate 3, in the middle. Erin came out so strong and fast that Willi could move to the rail immediately, well ahead of the other ponygirls. Stacy was right behind and took up the second position. She was falling back from Erin, but she stayed well ahead of the other racers.
This was the first race of the season and Erin and Stacy were in much better condition than the other racing ponygirls. Most owners didn’t want to invest the funds and time necessary to keep their ponygirls up to the level of conditioning Erin and Stacey enjoyed. When they came around the final turn they both passed the girl running last.
Willi thought about all the hours of work she put in with Erin and all the hours and miles Erin put in for herself, “It was worth it, after all.” Willi brought her ponygirl and sulky to a stop in front of the judge’s stand for the post race urine test. The three winners – win, place and show – had to give a sample for random testing, or if a valid complaint was lodged.
Any protestor had to demonstrate a valid reason to lodge the complaint. The rule was instituted several years ago in answer to complaints lodged by Rick Miller, who protested every race his entry didn’t win. The urine specimine was taken on the track, in front of the stand, to avoid any complaints about the procedure.
The technician pushed her small stainless steel cart holding the rack of vials and stopped in front of Erin. She held the small, long-handled pan under Erin’s pussy and waited.
“Pissen leibling,” Willi said as she got out of the sulky. “We have won again, Erin.” Willi was resplendent in her blue and white, with bright yellow trim, silks. She also had white jodhpurs and black knee high boots. With her high-heeled boots she was just 5 feet tall. Erin started to trickle a bit of urine, then a flood that over flowed the sample pan. The technician pulled her pan back and let the rest fall into the dirt of the track. She poured the sample into the vial and closed the seal. She held it for Willi to initial. Willi initialed it carefully to keep her hand back and dry.
Before she got back into the sulky she used a wet-wipe the technician had for her, to clean between Erin’s pussy lips around her urethral opening. The technician was done with Stacy so Willi initialed her seal too. China was there to wipe Stacy’s pussy and then they both climbed into their sulkies and drove to the exit gate.
The hour was late when they set out to go back to the ranch and home. Denise and Wendy took turns driving. The trip gave Erin and Stacy time to come back from the pony-zone, and relax from their excitement and even take naps.
Texas
The trip to the ranch in Texas was long, but uneventful, Lindsay just sat beside Eloise and they rode along in the back of the huge van. The two brunette ponygirls were with them until they met their owner at a rest area on I35 near Dallas, Lindsay and Eloise rode on alone to the ranch near Galveston.
It was quite an affair when they arrived, Alicia and Wanda helped them from the back of the van. Mr. Stuart was there to see that they were delivered in good condition and to sign for the delivery. April, Stuart’s, 18-year-old daughter arrived a little later to see the new ponygirls. Jacqui LaCostá the new head trainer and jockey arrived while Mr. Stuart was looking them over.
He had both girls standing side by side on a small raised platform. He carefully went over each one to look for bruises or obvious injuries. They stood in their hoof boots but no other tack. Alicia made them wear hoof-boots for the entire ride here from Indiana.
“Nice glutes n’ quads,” Jacqui said as she gently ran her hands over Lindsay’s buttocks and thighs. Jacqui carefully squeezed each muscle group and tested the firmness.
“You’ll get used to this,” she said as Lindsay shifted uncomfortably. “Lotsa’ people are gonna check you over. You’re quite a runner.”
“I’ll bet you run everyday, huh?” Lindsay smiled and nodded shyly.
“You can talk to me.” Jacqui admonished. “Do you like to run a lot?”
“I love to run,” Lindsay said in a faraway tone. “I feel free and ahead of everything and everyone.”
“Hey, Alicia, we have another runner like Erin,” Jacqui said proudly. “Is this one yours?”
“I have the palomino,” Alicia nodded toward Eloise.
“I’d rather you handled this one,” she looked around at Alicia and Wanda. “Ok?”
“I’m sure it’ll be ok with Wanda,” Mr. Stuart interrupted. He turned to Wanda and shrugged, she nodded uneasily.
Stuart’s daughter April arrived in her sulky pulled by her own ponygirl. Britt was a present from her father for her 16th birthday. She had the nicest tack for Britt, a well-polished black leather pulling harness and high black leather hoof-boots with chrome plated horseshoes, but instead of pony hands her arms were crossed behind her back and secured with a black leather zippered sleeve. Britt was 5 feet 9 inches tall with her hoof-boots. A brunette with thick curly hair that April kept long and tied loosely at the base of her neck. Britt had firm 36C breasts jutting straight from her chest and a 26-inch waist. April took her out nearly everyday, so her hips and thighs were thick and strong.
April was a small girl at 5 feet 2 inches and a small body. She weighed only 103 pounds and believed she was small enough to be a ponygirl jockey, but she looked like a giant next to Jacqui.
Today she wore beige jodhpurs tucked into black knee-boots and a white silk blouse. It was nearly transparent in the bright sun, her dark areolas were pressed against the soft silk. She liked to show off in front of men who would never even get to speak to her.
When April found out that Britt was a virgin, she wanted to make sure her ponygirl remained ‘pure’. April said didn’t trust the grooms in the stable to leave the ponygirl alone so she had Britt’s hairless outer labia and full inner labia pierced with two holes in each lip. Two solid rings were welded in each lip, the inner rings were toward the back to keep Britt’s vagina closed but her urethra was uncovered and the rings through the outer lips held them closed over her clitoral hood and sensitive tissues. Britt took nearly 6 weeks to recover from the process, but April brought dinner and her own schoolbooks each evening and sat to study while Britt ate.
Jacqui finished looking over the two new ponygirls and turned to look at Britt, she had grown up at a stable too, like April. Her father had a commercial training stable to train ponygirls for pulling carts and sulkies. She didn’t have her own ponygirl, so she wanted to see April’s. Britt was comfortable as Jacqui felt her legs and thighs, but jumped when Jacqui’s hands strayed over her pussy.
“Stand still, little filly,” Jacqui warned softly. “I want to see what we have here.” She carefully turned each ring around to look at the welds, and Britt moaned out loud. “Damn! She’s gettin’ wet,” Jacqui pulled her hands back quickly.
“Don’t you ever get her off? You know, play with her ‘till she comes.” Jacqui turned to April.
“No, she doesn’t need that,” April grimaced.
“I used to think so too. But it’s been proven that they are faster if you get them off regularly.”
“Do you do that to them?” April nodded toward Lindsay and Eloise.
“No not me,” Jacqui said quickly. “The grooms do it for me. They take care of them every day so it’s easy to add a little pussy playin’ too.” Jacqui smiled wickedly, “It’s also another little reward I can take away if necessary.”
“We don’t have any female grooms, only a few old men,” April said thoughtfully. “Should I let one of them touch her?”
“Sure. Why not?” Jacqui said offhandedly. “They’re just animals. It’s like somebody else pettin’ your cat.” April smiled uneasily as she considered playing with Britt’s pussy.
Stuart had just finished construction of a new stable for his racing ponygirls. The outside looked like an old well-maintained ranch building, but the inside was quite modern. The main room was tiled in tan, brown and sienna tiles, on the floor and outer walls. The 2 rows of 5 stalls filled the center of the stable. Each had 4-foot walls and flat bars up to a 10-foot ceiling also of flat bars. The roof of the stable was nearly 20 feet at the peak. Each stall’s only gate, opened onto the central space.
Each stall was open in the middle, with a tall table and a stool for a ponygirl wearing hoof-boots to use and a small square dining table with 2 chairs for their meals. A little sink for washing up and tooth brushing was opposite the bunk. The narrow bunk was large enough for 1 to sleep on. A heavy ring was set into the wall near the head of the bunk, to secure the ‘girl with a chain and collar, for rustler defense. Lastly a small tiled blue and white striped area with a drain hole was next to the gate.
“For emergencies,” Alicia whispered, she didn’t want to clean it. She would rather take Lindsay outside.
Each stall had a dedicated work area along the outer wall, with a shower stall and massage table, cabinets and worktables to clean, repair and store tack. A control console for the stall electric locks and desk for the night handler was at the front just inside the door.
A groom or handler was assigned to the desk to watch over the ‘girls each night. The shifts rotated among all grooms and handlers, not just the racing personnel. At first the assignment was considered special but after a few sleepless nights it was not such a cherry assignment.
Jacqui ordered a large stainless steel tank to be delivered on the same day the two ponygirls arrived. It was set up at the rear of the stable and filled with heavy-duty sun block. The thick brown gel was cold, but it was just in and out. Alicia and Wanda gave each girl a shower and then took them out to the tank.
“Climb up the steps and get into the stuff Lindsay,” Alicia urged her forward.
“Icchh, it smells awful,” Lindsay grimaced. “What is it?”
“It’s sun block, you’ll be naked all the time so you need the protection.” Alicia added firmly, “So get in and duck under so it’s all over, even in your hair.
Lindsay stopped on top of the small rise and looked back to see if Eloise was catching up. Alicia fed them their breakfast and gave each some time to rest, then she gave each ‘girl her running shoes to put on. The path was well marked and Lindsay loved the ‘assignment’ to run each day.
Within two weeks she was acclimated to the hot Texas weather, and ran longer each day. The course laid out was too short and she had to run around it 2 times to get enough exercise. After her two times around the 5-kilo course Lindsay went into the stable for her next assignment. Alicia gave her a quick shower and wrapped her hair in a towel. She lay down on her bed for a half hour nap.
“Come on Lindsay,” Alicia got her up. “Let’s get your hair done and work-out tack on, Jacqui will be here to get you in a little.”
“I’m afraid of her sometimes,” Lindsay admitted.
“It’s her job to get you ready to run and win races, not to hurt you any,” Alicia smiled. “So don’t worry too much,” Alicia chuckled. “She’s only dangerous to her amigo, her boyfriend.”
“I haven’t seen any boyfriend.”
“He just got here this morning,” Alicia said softly. “Mr. S. hired him to be your handler.” Just then a short, slender young Mexican man came in.
“Hola mi amiga. ?Como Esta?” he said as he came in the door.
“Bien, y tu?” Alicia said with a smile. “Elias, this is the new ponygirl, Lindsay.” She didn’t introduce Lindsay to him. “Nice, eh?”
“Yeaahh,” he said appreciatively, as he walked around Lindsay looking her over. Lindsay tried to look over her shoulder to watch as Elias walked around her. “Stand up straight, ponygirl.” Lindsay jerked around and stood straight.
When her tack was on, Elias led her out to he corral for striding and lunge line exercise. Jacqui was waiting when they arrived, she stood with her arms crossed and tapped her left foot. Lindsay started to worry about being late, she hoped Jacqui wouldn’t be too mad at her. She found that she didn’t have to worry.
“Did you find time to bring me my ponygirl, Elias?” Jacqui said acidly. “Nice that you found time to help out.” He didn’t say anything he just snapped the long lead to Lindsay’s bridle and gave the end to Jacqui, and stepped back.
“Be back in an hour, Elias,” she said softly, and gently stroked his cheek. After he left she smiled at Lindsay, “I have to keep him in line.”
“Start by going around the fence slowly,” she touched Lindsay’s hip with the long light training stick. After a few laps, she speeded Lindsay up, then faster yet until Lindsay was sprinting, she kept up the speed until Lindsay’s form faltered.
“Wow, that’s some endurance sweetheart,” Jacqui sounded surprised. She tied her end of Lindsay’s lead to the post in the center of the corral and walked to where Lindsay stood panting. “That’s a good girl,” Jacqui said as she gently stroke Lindsay’s neck and back.
“Whin,” Lindsay chuffed and whinnied.
“Oohh, that’s nice. You’re gettin’ this down.” Jacqui let her hand slide all the way down over Lindsay’s butt. She patted and squeezed firmly. “I’ll have your groom take care of you this evening.” Lindsay looked at her, not understanding what Jacqui meant. “Ok, back to work,” she turned and went back toward the center. “Start slow again and build up, just like before.” She touched Lindsay on the butt again with her long light stick.
Lindsay stood under the hard spray of hot water in the shower stall, Alicia washed her long red hair and worked crème rinse through. It was all piled on top of her head while the rinse worked. Alicia filled her hand with soap and applied it to Lindsay’s shoulders, and back. A groom had washed her daily, but today Alicia had more for her.
After the washing was completed and her hair completely rinsed, Alicia applied a little more soap to her right hand. She slowly slid her fingers along Lindsay’s bottom and found her tight puckered anus. Her slippery index finger slid easily inside. Lindsay reacted slowly, at first she tried to step away, but Alicia’s left hand pressed on her smooth belly.
“Oohh my god,” Lindsay moaned. She arched her back to give Alicia better access to her anus. Alicia slid her left hand lower on Lindsay’s belly to slip a finger between Lindsay’s delicate lower lips. Alicia pushed lower until she could feel the opening of Lindsay’s vagina, both of her middle fingers slid in easily. Alicia ground her thumb on the top of Lindsay’s tiny clitoris.
“Oh, Oh, Oh,” She stood on her tiptoes and arched her back as an orgasm rocked her. Alicia didn’t stop, she continued to massage Lindsay’s anus and vagina. The index finger in Lindsay’s anus rubbed against the two middle fingers in Lindsay’s vagina.
Lindsay slumped back against the inside of the stall after the second orgasm shook her. She had to rest against the wall because her knees almost buckled. Alicia slowly removed her fingers from Lindsay’s pussy, but the wall and Lindsay’s thigh pinned her right hand and kept her finger in the tight pink anus. Lindsay wriggled around, but Alicia’s finger remained well inside. She felt the sensations start to rise again. Alicia felt it too. Lindsay’s anus squeezed her finger and muscles clenched on the hard knuckle. Soon Lindsay was in the throes of a third orgasm. When she was done she lifted herself up from the wall and Alicia finally got her finger out.
After she was dried Alicia took Lindsay back to her stall and set out a gourmet vegetarian dinner for her. Lindsay sat in her stall and ate slowly. Jacqui’s diet took off what little fat she had before. The six squares of her abdominal muscles showed when she moved. While she ate Elias came in for his shift at the desk. He smiled and nodded to her as he unpacked his supplies for the night. Elias brought his own lunch and bottled water, not depending on the ponygirl supply.
“Hey, there you are,” Jacqui said as she strolled in, followed closely by April. They were both dressed in dark dresses with mini-skirts and dark stockings.
“We’re goin’ out for a drink,” Jacqui pointed to herself and April as she spoke. “We’ll be back by midnight, or so.” Jacqui stood beside Elias and leaned her bottom on the desk. She reached down, unzipped his jeans and casually pulled his penis out.
“Oh, Jacqui,” he moaned. “Com’on.”
“Oh Jacqui,” she aped. Jacqui began to stroke his penis slowly. “There we go,” she said as it started to get hard. Soon she was pumping faster, and Elias gasped. Jacqui stopped and grasped the head between her thumb and curled forefinger. She pinched hard, squeezing his sensitive flesh viciously. Elias didn’t dare say anything he just closed his eyes.
Jacqui began to stroke him again, slowly at first and building speed quickly. When she saw that he was about to orgasm again she stopped and pinched the head again. This time she stood and led him to the door, squeezing the head of his penis. When they got to the door she let go and put the arms around his neck and hugged him close.
“See you later, sweetheart,” she kissed him tenderly.
“Drive safely, chica,” Elias answered. He waited until they both left to put his penis back inside and close his fly.
Sonja the Pale
Erin was amazed when the ponygirl passed her. She watched the back of the sulky get smaller as it moved away quickly. The ponygirl, Sonja, was in awe of Erin’s reputation, she decided to pass Erin and try to stay ahead. They both were pulling sulkies without jockeys, but Erin had a heavy passenger sulky, it was loaded with a 2 bags of dog food at 100 pounds each. She leaned forward to pull harder and increased her pace. Erin worked hard for several laps until she closed and started to pass, but the stopping whistle sounded and a handler opened the gate to the stable corral. They both slowed and headed toward the open gate.
Irina was in the corral waiting to take her in for the evening. Erin looked around as she jogged slowly to the gate. The other ponygirl was walking slowly and barely able to pull her empty sulky, she had used all of her energy just to pass Erin. The ‘girl fell to her knees while Erin was watching.
“WHINNY,” Erin sounded off as loud as she could with the bit in her mouth and turned to try to help. Irina also saw the ‘girl fall and hurried there too. She had a small radio for local communication and called for a handler to help. As soon as Jack Loos, the nearest handler, got there Irina led Erin away to make more room to aid the fallen ponygirl. Sonja was taken to the main ranch where a doctor was waiting.
“What happened to Sonja, Erin?” Denise sat on the side of Erin’s bunk. She was wearing a black leather mini-skirt and matching vest with black leather knee high boots. The boots had very high heels, she had worn hoof-boots for so long that lower heels were uncomfortable. Erin could wear any shoes, high heels, low heels, or running shoes or of course hoof-boots. She sat at her table where her dinner had gone untouched and was now cold and unpalatable.
“Well, she passed me on the track,” Erin spoke softly and looked directly at Denise. “You know I couldn’t have that, so I started to try to catch her.” Erin stood and walked around her stall. Irina had given her a shower and put leather sandals on her feet. “I was hauling about 200 extra and it took me a while, so by the time I caught her the whistle blew. We both started to come in and she just kinda’ fell down,” she waved her arms, ineffectually. “I couldn’t do anything to help.”
“The doctor said she over did it today,” Denise smiled. “She said she just had to try to pass you.”
“Why?” Erin asked.
“Just to be on the track with the legend was almost too much for her,” Denise smiled. “So she had to try to out run you too.”
“Will she be all right?”
“Eventually,” Denise stood up to go. Even with her high heels she was only slightly taller than Erin. “She’ll be laid up for a while, and have to take it easy after that.” Denise put her arms around Erin’s naked shoulders and pulled her close.
“You don’t get it do you?” Denise spoke softly. “We probably shouldn’t ‘a let her out on the track with you.” She stepped back from Erin and reached out with her right index finger and gently touched the red championship tattoo on Erin’s left breast.
“You are a target for rustlers and a goal for other ponygirls,” Denise smirked. “Sonja’s owner is a bit put out right now. He thinks you just ran her into the ground just because you were afraid of competition.”
“But…”
“No it doesn’t fit.” Denise shrugged. “Anyway it looks like I might be buying another ponygirl from Rick Miller.”
Ahead
in part 9:
Erin
makes a new friend.
Lindsay
makes a splash.
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