You are lead out of the stables by your owner, and as you leave the stables, you are joined by a large security guard, and your slavegirl handler. You are very pleased to see her, and she is also pleased to see you. The two of you hug, and you ask if she is alright.

“Yes Miss. I am fine so far, but there is still a hearing to be heard later in the day, and I will be punished after that. Are you ready?” she asks.

“I hope so.”

Your owner hands her your leash, and all four of you head off in the same direction as a lot of other people. Your owner is in front, and in single file behind him is your handler, then you, and behind you is the security guard. He is a huge man, with monstrous hands which could rip a person apart, or at least that’s the way it looks to you. He is dressed in a security guard type of uniform, and on his belt is a whip coiled up, and a long batten type of instrument. He is wearing mirror sunglasses and a cop type of hat. He looks as though he means business, and will not take any monkey business. He is a little frightening to you, but you realise he is there to protect you, so a feeling of security comes over you. There is also a small tingle between the legs, as you realise all of this is to protect you, and you are feeling very proud and special, that you require so much attention from all these people.

As you walk along the side of the building, more Ponygirls and their owners are emerging. The owners acknowledge each other in various methods, some shaking hands, others just nodding at each other. Some Ponygirls have handlers, while some are just with their owners. No-one seems to have a security guard with them, so the tingle between the legs is there again, after you realise that you are indeed special so far. You notice that all of the Ponygirls seem to have on the same harness, headwear, and shoes. All of the handlers are dressed alike, but you have already seen them at the shower block, so no new surprises there. It was just a bit of a shock to see all the Ponygirls dressed alike.

Turning the corner of the building, everyone is on the same sandy pathway, and heading in the same direction. You walk for a distance of about 100 metres, turn another corner in the path, and can see some more buildings about 50 metres away. You can also start to hear various P.A announcements being made, and can start to see a taller building or structure past the buildings you are approaching.

As you near the first building, you notice that all of the Ponygirls, owners, and handlers are going into this building. You all follow your owner through the big open doors, and discover a line of desks with slavegirl handlers sitting behind them. You realise quickly, that this is the registration area for the weekend activities. Your owner approaches one such desk and announces his name, then announces your name.

“Her name is Wildwind.” He announces.

The room falls silent, and as you look around, you feel embarrassed. The whole area has stopped, and everyone is now looking at your group. All the Ponygirls are staring, and various owners turn to stare at you. The slavegirls who are seated also stop what they are doing to look at you.

Your slavegirl handler moves in close to you, and putting her arm around your shoulder, whispers to you “Don’t worry, they are all interested to see who this Wildwind is. You are famous, even before you race.”

The slavegirl taking your details looks at you, and says to your owner “So this is the Ponygirl who is going to set the competition alight Sir?”

“Yes this is THE Wildwind, and yes she is indeed going to set the competition alight this weekend.” He says very proudly in a loud voice so all can hear.

After a few moments of deadly silence, everyone goes back to their routines, and the noise levels return to what they were before you entered the room.

Your owner fills out a form quickly, and he is handed two numbered discs, which clip into your harness on the front below your breasts, and in the back, below the shoulder blades.

The slavegirl points to a corridor to your right, and announces “You are to proceed to room number 3 down there please Sir. Thank you. Good luck Wildwind.”

“Thank you.” Is all you can say, still a little stunned by all the attention you have just received. That tingle between the legs is now a dull roar, and it is playing on your mind somewhat. “Am I leaking juices?” is what is going through your mind. You dare not ask your handler, nor bend over to look or feel for yourself.

Your group arrives at the door with a number 3 on it, and you all follow your owner inside. It is a large room, with a medical table, toilet, washbasin, desk, tall metal cabinet, several chairs, and other medical looking devices that you have seen in a doctor’s room before.

You all sit on the chairs, and before too long a man in a white overcoat comes into the room. “Good morning Sir. How are you today?” he says addressing your owner without looking at anyone else.

“I am fine thanks Doctor. How are you?”

Doctor! Your mind is screaming out. What the hell do we need a doctor for? I am here to race, not see a doctor.

The doctor replies that he is well and looking forward to the weekend activities. He takes the form your owner has, and puts it on the desk. Sitting down, he adds some notes to the form, then getting out a binder with the name Wildwind clearly visible on the front cover, he starts to write more notes on the pad in front of him. After a few minutes of writing, he turns to your owner and says “Well, we will get started shall we?”

“Lets get on with it, so we can all get out there and enjoy ourselves.” He says.

Turning to you, he stands and walks toward you. You instinctively stand, and your handler also stands. She unclips your leash, and puts it down on the chair behind you.

He stands in front of you and say “I am here to check you over. To check that you are healthy enough to compete this weekend. I will be giving you a physical check up, taking blood and urine samples, and generally checking to see that there is nothing wrong with you. Do you understand Wildwind?”

“Yes Doctor, I understand.”

“Good. Lets get going then.” He announces. “Lets get your blood pressure and pulse rate first. Hop up on this table.”

You hop up on the table, and as in a normal doctor’s visit, he takes your blood pressure and pulse rate. He then drains some blood into sample bottles, and you note casually that he attaches the normal bar coded stickers to the sample bottles. After the blood is taken, he gets you off the table, and your height and weight measurements are taken. He checks your eyes, ears, mouth and throat. Placing his hands between your legs, he says “Cough” You cough, and then he moves his hand to the other side between your legs, and again says “Cough” You cough again. “Good.”

“Right Wildwind. At these competitions, everyone has to be checked to make sure they are not using steroids, or substances to improve performances. All the Ponygirls must be judged to be clean of drugs, and this is why you get checked over. You are of great interest to everyone here this weekend, so you are under a lot of scrutiny. We must ensure that your performances here this weekend are because you are good naturally, and have not been taking steroids to improve your chances of winning. In the past, this has happened sometimes, and those Ponygirls and their owners have been banned for a period of time. Some have retired, and some have not come back from the shame of being called cheats. This is just the same as the usual athletics competitions, and we are very proud of our record of getting rid of cheats in this important competition. Do you understand why we must do this?” The doctor says to you.

“Yes Doctor, I understand. I am clean Sir, my owner does not allow anything like that to happen. You will see that I am clean Sir.” You blurt out.

“I have heard that before Wildwind, only to find the people who say that, are usually the worst cheats. The blood tests will determine if you are clean.”

“You will see that I am clean Doctor.” you say.

“I need a urine sample, and then we will give you an enema to clean out anything that may be hiding inside you.” he says.

“Something hiding inside me. My God what do these people think I am? They think I am hiding something inside of me to cheat. They are crazy.” These thoughts are racing through your mind as he hands you a urine sample bottle.

Your handler takes hold of your arm, and steers you over to the toilet area. She reaches between your legs, and unclips the crotch strap from your harness to allow access to the area between your legs. There are no curtains around the toilet, and you are quite embarrassed as you sit down on the toilet in full view of everyone in the room. Feeling flushed that you are being offered no privacy, you struggle to urinate, not knowing where to look. Your owner is leaning in to the doctor, who is writing more notes on his pad, and the security guard is looking at you, as well as your handler standing over you.

“Come on, we haven’t got all day. It is easy enough to piss.” she says.

Your owner turns to look at you, and is about to say something, when you are able to let go, and a stream of urine fills the bottle. There is more than a bottle full, and you continue to piss into the toilet after the bottle is full, not caring anymore about people looking at you on the toilet.

Your handler takes the bottle from you, and putting a cap on it, she places it on a table next to the doctor. He puts some more bar code stickers on the bottle, and then goes back to writing notes on his pad. “Give her an enema” he barks to your slavegirl handler.

“Yes Doctor.” she replies.

Taking you by the arm, she leans you over the table, and takes a packet from the shelf above the table. She opens the packet, and takes out a tube. Placing it on the table, she then gets a large container from the shelf, and fills it from the sink basin with warm water. Coming back to the table, she attaches it to a tall stand next to you, and then takes the rubber tube in her hand and applies a small amount of lubricant. She tells you lean over further, and slowly inserts the tube in your anus. It goes in without too much difficulty, and then you see her attach the end of the tube to the water container. Within moments the water is filling your bowels, and after a few minutes, your swollen belly is quite distended and uncomfortable. She stops the flow of water, and removes the tube from your anus. Pointing to the toilet, you just make it before a flood of water comes gushing out, and you feel quite relieved. Your feeling of relief is short lived, as your handler says you have to do this three times.

“Three times.” you blurt out without thinking.

“Yes three times. Now come on, lets get on with it Miss.” she says.

You look over to your owner, who has suddenly looked around, and he nods to you to get on with it.

Reluctantly, you stand and lean over the table again. Another two enemas are administered, and after it is all over, you are very relieved to not have to do that again.

Your handler dries you down, and you both wash your hands in the sink with antiseptic hand wash.

You remain standing, and the doctor finishes his writing. He stands, and approaches you again.

“Wildwind, you will have noticed so far, that all the Ponygirls are dressed alike, in the same harnesses, headgear, and shoes. There is another piece of the uniform you must wear, and all the Ponygirls will be the same. You are to have a plug inserted in your vagina, and in your anus. These will remain in for the duration of the day, and will be locked in place with a padlock which will have a security seal on it. The security seal will be broken if the padlock is removed, and you could be disqualified if the padlock is removed by your owner at any time other than the designated end of the day. If you win any of your competitions, which you are expected to, you will be required to provide a urine sample at the end of the event. You will be held in a staging area until you have provided a sample. Your security guard and handler will be close by, but will not be able to get close enough to touch you or interfere in any way. You will have special handlers if you win an event, and you will be able to provide a urine sample without removing the plugs. It may be uncomfortable, but necessary. You will not be able to defecate during the day, and that is a secondary purpose of the enema, to prevent the need to go to the toilet during the day. You will not be permitted to leave the staging/holding area until you have provided a urine sample, so the longer it takes, the less time you have between events with your handler and owner. I understand you have already been informed of this, but it is my duty to inform the Ponygirls I am responsible for this weekend. You are one of the Ponygirls who have been assigned to my care. Do you understand Wildwind?” he says.

“Yes Doctor, I understand.”

“Right, I am happy with your check up, so lets get the plugs in, and you can get out of here. I am required to install the plugs, and lock them in place. Your handler and owner are not permitted to carry this out. It will be the same tomorrow morning. You will come back here, and go through a similar process. However, it will be quicker tomorrow, because we don’t need to check you over, unless there is a problem. I am also required to check that you are wearing the correct approved harness, and pony gear for the weekend.” he says.

“Thank you Doctor.” you say.

He leans you over the table, and after applying some lubricant, gently eases the plug into your vagina first. The plug slips in, and he mentions that you are well lubricated down there. Next is the butt plug, which looks huge. He applies lubricant, and eases it into your anus. It takes some effort to get it in, and after being told to stop resisting, it is finally in. You have a feeling of complete fullness, much like when you were full of water with the enema, but it quickly eases as you get used to the plugs. He brings the crotch strap back through your legs, ensuring the plugs are clipped on to the crotch strap. The strap is then secured to the harness in your lower back, and the padlock and security seal are installed in place.

He straightens you up, and turns you around to face him. Beginning his inspection, he starts at the bottom with your regulation pony shoes. These are calf high black shoes in leather, with laces up the front of the shoes. However, instead of having normal type soles to the shoes, there is a horses hoof you are standing on. There are no heels on these shoes, and although they look uncomfortable, you are relaxed in them, and are not a problem to be standing in. He then checks your regulation Ponygirl harness. The crotch strap he is satisfied with, having only just inserted the plugs into you, but checks the straps that make up the harness. There are straps around your waist, that the crotch strap is secured to, and then a series of straps making up a type of bra. These straps go over your shoulders, around the chest below your breasts, around each breast with a large metal ring around each areola. Your pierced nipples are protruding out from this ring, but the straps around the breasts act to secure your breasts so they don’t move around too much while you are running. The straps around your breasts connect to the strap come belt around your waist.

You are wearing a regulation collar, which covers most of your neck, and prevents some head movement. You can move your head only slightly from side to side, and up and down movement is severely restricted. There are rings around the collar to attach leashes or wrists as the case may be. You have long black gloves on which come up to your elbow, and there are cuffs over these gloves. The cuffs have rings attached, and these rings can be put in a pocket in the cuffs to prevent interference when running.

Your headgear includes straps around the chin, forehead, ears and eyes. There are provisions for shutters to go over the eyes so you are effectively blinded if necessary, but they are not installed for the moment. The straps go around and over the head. At the top of the head is a large feather like arrangement, and your is coloured red. You noticed other Ponygirls had different coloured feather arrangements, but paid no heed to this. There are provisions for a bridle bit to be installed in your mouth, and you are not wearing a bit at the moment. The doctor informs you, that prior to each competition, a bridle bit will be inserted, so you will be unable to speak with it in. It will be removed after each event, so you can drink water to refresh and recover.

Satisfied your harness and Ponygirl gear meets all regulations, he announces that you are ready for the competition. He turns and signs a small piece of paper, which he gives to your owner. He puts it in his top pocket, and shakes the doctor’s hand.

“Thank you Doctor. I will see you later in the day. Thanks again.” he says.

He stands, and starts to leave the room. Your handler picks up your leash, attaches it to your collar, and follows your owner out the door. You don’t know what to say, so you think it is necessary to thank the doctor for all the embarrassment he has subjected you to in the last half hour or so.

“Thank you Doctor.” you say as you leave the room.

“You are welcome Wildwind. I will be seeing you throughout the rest of the weekend. Good luck in all of your events.” he says with a big smile on his face.