Ponygirl for Hire - Chapter VI
by Long Johnson
- do not use without the author's permission.
Note: This is a work of fiction, derived entirely from my own imagination. Any similarity between any persons living or dead is strictly coincidence, or my good luck. I’ve never been to Arizona, I just picked it because my atlas was open to that page when I picked up.
This is written in several parts (8 so far) so all of the characters listed are not in each part.
Characters at Ponygirl Adventure Ranch
Erin van Daalk....... Ponygirl
Candace Portia Cooper-Wendell ....... Wendy
Chloe Jensen ....... Ponygirl
Paddy – Patrick Fits-Simmons ....... Head Groom and Training Director
Xian Wakasa ....... Groom
Glenda Proter/Edgar Garner ....... Handler/Grooms
Ione Shusu ....... Pet
Miss Evie – Evangeline Davis ....... Wealthy Psychopath
Shia Jarret ....... Blonde Ponygirl
Denise Winters ....... Ponygirl
Betty Kline ....... Handler
Pecos – Carl Winston ....... Handler
Lisa Dennis ....... Head Trainer
Marlene Allen ....... Trainer
Keiko Ide ....... Ponygirl
Yasmin Cruz ....... Ponygirl
Ivette Diaz ....... Ponygirl
Elaine Winston * ....... Handler
Melissa Savadge ....... Ponygirl
Alicia Perez ....... Groom
Stacy Adlan ....... Ponygirl
Joan Carter ....... Groom
Lydia Carstairs ....... New Owner
Alyssa Iwis ....... Groom
Carmen Mendoza ....... Hairdresser
Nancy Willets ....... Ponygirl
Kim Garner ....... Groom
Veronika Dylon ....... Ponygirl
Diane Rush ....... Ponygirl
Maya Leach ....... Ponygirl
Mack Brent ....... Groom
Carla Gage ....... Handler
Ana Villa Copos ....... Groom
Frank Carliss ....... Groom
Iris Wright ....... Groom
In Chapter Five: Erin advanced to another level, ponygirl racer.
Ahead in Chapter Six: Erin’s first race.
Chapter: Six
Erin ran around the track for the seventeenth or fifty-first time, her long slender legs pumped rhythmically, as she finished another lap. She did not like the track, and she did not like the other ponygirls, and she did not like the stall, and she did not like …..anything.
Erin thought the track was too short to stay on all day, but the neighbors would not accept naked ponygirls running around outside the race park. It was old and the stables were shabby. Her stall was less than half the size of a guest stall at home. The other ponygirls were no fun to be around, they all seemed to be afraid of her. She didn’t understand why they didn’t seem to like her, but they didn’t seem to like each other, either. Willi saw that Erin was having a problem with the amenities, and the other ‘girls seemed to be wary of her. Willi knew she could take care of the track and facilities problems, but the other ponygirls were not ever going to like Erin. She was too beautiful, like a model and with her flat belly, slender hips and thighs the other ponygirls were quite resentful. Even though Willi was careful to keep Erin from running them into the ground. After the first practice she knew this competition was settled.
When they went out for the second practice session, Willi had an old gray sulky that she found in storage and hitched it to Erin. Irina brought a case of water and loaded on the sulky, that way she could get Erin drained beyond just tired, really beat. She could do it without giving away Erin’s speed because it would be so much harder to pull. It worked, Erin was happy to have a new adventure, even if the facilities were poor. When her mind was as a ponygirl, she didn’t care about the facilities, the track surface, the others. Following Willi’s commands was her whole life, her reason for being.
The trip to the track was uneventful, Erin had never been in a small plane before. They got up early and got Erin ready, she was taken to a small landing strip with Willi, Irina Luvoloff, and Denise; they rode from the ranch in Wendy’s Mercedes SUV. They drove out to the plane, and Wendy dropped them off right at the door of the little Cessna. Erin was wearing a tiny white dress and high-heeled sandals, she didn’t have any panties underneath, and so she had to be careful getting into the plane. She really wasn’t too careful, and the pilot had a good look at her from below. Willi put a collar around her neck while they were on the airplane; it was polished stainless steel with gold rings all around. The plane trip was only a little over an hour, and they landed at another little airstrip. Willi locked the leash on when they were on the ground, she got out of the plane and turned to Erin as she stepped down. She didn’t reach out to help Erin down, she clipped her leash to Erin’s collar. The leash locked when Willi clipped it in place.
“I can’t have anyone steal you from me, liebling,” Willi whispered.
Jacqui was already there when Erin was brought in; she met them at the plane with a rented van. They got in, putting Erin in the back seat, farthest from the door. Jacqui drove to the track, the business entrance was off a side road, away from the main entrance. The security was very good. Armed guards attended the gate, everyone had to have proper identification to get in. Willi had Erin’s paperwork in a large envelope, she handed it to the guard that came to the window. The forms identified Erin, Willi, Irina, and of course Denise as participants. When Erin was brought in, everything was prepared.
Erin was sent to the ‘clinic’ where a urine specimen was taken. When Erin got out of the van Irina took the dress and put it on a hanger. It was sent to a cleaner to be ready for the ride home. Denise had to take her into the clinic with the paperwork from the envelope. She gave the proper forms to the attendant.
The attendant had a small cup she put under Erin’s pussy; she held it there for a little bit.
“Ok pony, piss in the cup for me,” she said gently. “Can you stimulate her a little?”
“Erin go in the cup for me,” Denise said, put her hand on Erin’s back, and slid it down over her butt. Erin urinated immediately, overflowing the cup and spilling onto the floor. Denise tried to stifle a laugh, the attendant laughed too.
“We didn’t say how much, did we? We have a mop right here, this happens quite a bit,” she said, still laughing.
Jacqui had been there for two days already, she took care of getting Erin all settled, her stall was assigned and meals planned and ordered, incidentals like bottled water she brought. It was stored in the back of the van; no one could be trusted, so it was kept secured. Erin would not eat or drink anything she or Willi had not approved. Irina took care of Erin and Denise’s job was to stay out of the way, and of course as the owner she was there to head off any bureaucratic entanglements.
When Jacqui drove to the track, she brought Linda Stewart, a handler, with her. It was their job to protect the sulky and the supplies they brought from Centerville. Linda marked each bottle so they could not be changed for another with the same label. Jacqui had seen ‘girls given any number of chemicals to make them too ill to run, or to run well enough to win. She had never heard of anyone causing permanent damage or death, however lately the money was much greater and a ‘girl that couldn’t run anymore was no longer competition. Erin was an unknown quantity; she was trained away from the other competitors so they had no idea how much speed she had available.
Willi had trained her to respond to her running commands in German. Partly to cause other jockeys and spotters to worry and partly to confuse the scouts watching the two days of practice, before the experienced racing ponygirls arrived.
All first timers were required to attend the Ponygirl Racing Association orientation classes, to keep the races proceeding in an orderly fashion. The real reason was to handicap the new ‘girls and get times to set the odds so the house didn’t loose. That sounded fair, but it made it easy for other owners’ scouts to check out the competition. If Erin did too well the handicappers set the odds low and bets wouldn’t pay off well, and Erin would be a target. Wendy and Denise planned to make more betting than from the purse. Denise couldn’t bet except for Erin to win, which was to keep her from giving Erin orders to do something other than win. If Denise bet too much too early that could affect the odds, too.
Josh and Jack were there too, but didn’t meet with Jacqui or Linda to keep their affiliation private. Officially they were there, as Wendy’s representatives, but Wendy had no racers there so they looked like they might be scouts. Wendy only had time to attend the last day to watch the finals and the feature race. Jack and Josh’s real function was to protect Erin from scouts and rustlers. The track owners would be interested if they found rustlers or a saboteur, but pre-scouting was considered just good business. They looked for anyone who seemed to be paying attention to Erin, they were careful to interfere without seeming to do it on purpose. They interrupted, distracted or confused anyone working on trying to get near Erin or trying to time her runs. Willi had ordered blinkers that kept Erin from being distracted by the girls and sulkies at her sides.
Willi’s German commands did confuse the other jockeys and spotters and caused the other ponygirls, some concern. Some ponygirls were allowed to take part in the actual race strategy, but Willi did not consider those ponygirls much of a threat. Nearly half of the entries fell into that classification.
The first timer races were called “The Basics”. Two girls were lined up and raced one lap. The winner advanced and the looser was sent to the secondary heats. The Secondary races were slower and those winners advanced to a semi-final race that got only the winner and second into the championship round. The winner of “The Basics” went into the big time races and big money races. Willi carefully kept Erin just two steps ahead, in her Basic. There was no purse for these races, the purse started when the champions started racing, too. Erin’s time was poor, but she won the race and moved into the prime division. The next race was for six girls, the top three moved on to the next heat. Willi took third, two steps ahead of fourth. Erin performed perfectly. When Willi had to keep Erin slowed, the German instructions were like secret code. None of the other jockeys understood them, German wasn’t an uncommon language, but not within this bunch. They sat out the next day, it was all the slower girls. They had the elimination races and the semi-final to chose the two entries into the finals.
The track had room for eight girls at a time; the last day had thirty-two ponygirls left. After four heat races, where the first and second places were moved up, the final had those eight ponygirls. The race was two miles, sixteen laps. Erin drew the fourth gate.
Erin pulled her bright candy red and polished chrome sulky into the forth gate. Her hoof-boots thudded on the hollow floor as she adjusted the position for the start. Her beautiful tanned skin shone with sweat, Willi had gotten her warmed and ready to run her fastest behind the wall as they waited for the bugle call to the track. She looked straight ahead; she didn’t see the other ponygirls as they moved into their assigned gates. She was completely engrossed in the ponygirl mind-space; she saw no other racers, only the gate in front. When the gate swung out she would explode onto the track and charge as hard as she could.
Willi sat poised for the start; her light whip was tucked tightly under her arm to keep it out of the way during the start. She looked around at the other jockeys and smiled. In her heart she knew she had the fastest ponygirl here today.
The race was a total anti-climax; Willi jumped to the front and kept Erin two steps ahead for the entire race. When they came around the last turn, the second jockey tried to pull up alongside so, she had to turn up the speed a little. Erin was commanded to schneller, when she started to pull too far ahead, to drosselung, slow down. Willi did not pull back on the reins, but didn’t snap them either. The threat was short-lived because the girl could not maintain the pace and started to drop back, but she kept up enough to maintain second. Erin won the race easily. The same technician from the race clinic took a urine specimen right there on the track.
Erin returned to a hero’s welcome. Mona met them at the landing strip with Wendy’s black Mercedes SUV. Willi helped Erin off the plane last, Denise and Irina got out first and walked away to act as lookouts. When Erin was safely inside the vehicle, they both came to the right side, Denise got in the front seat and Irina in the right rear door. Mona left immediately, they rushed out through the gate and back to the ranch. When they got to the ranch, Erin got an idea of the extent of the intensity of everyone’s elation. Not only was Erin the first winner from Wendy’s ranch, she was the first entrant. There were small signs by the roadside at the gate, and a huge banner strung between the gateposts. Mona had to drive underneath it, there was also an alarm circuit in it to warn everyone inside they were almost back. Mona stopped just out of sight of the gate, and put the SUV in park. Willi got Erin out and had her take off her dress; she got back in and rode back to the racetrack with just her high-heeled sandals.
At the track a gigantic group of well-wishers, made up of grooms, handlers and ponygirls, was waiting. When Erin got out a big cheer went up. Wendy and Denise had planned a big reception for tomorrow evening at the main ranch. Today was a party for Erin’s friends and co-workers. Wendy’s reception tomorrow was as much a business venture as celebration, tonight was spontaneous to share Erin’s joy. The party wasn’t planned, but anyone who wanted to attend was there. The Cafeteria, Wendy’s name for her gourmet restaurant provided the food and manned the grill. Willi leaned over to Erin as she was getting out of the vehicle and gave her permission to speak, then Willi started to laugh; she tried hard to stifle it. Erin was mobbed immediately by other ponygirls.
The grooms and handlers all kept back and let the ponygirls go first. Chloe and Shia, Erin’s oldest friends from the ranch had tears in their eyes, they might have been as happy as Erin, but no one was happier. Erin felt like she had just won the Kentucky Derby, the Preakness Stakes, and the Belmont Stakes, The Triple Crown all at once. Chloe and Shia had pulled sulkies to the track; they brought their grooms to the party.
Veronika and Stacy were just finishing their training day when Mona drove in with Erin and Willi. Stacy’s first race was coming in less than a month and she was getting a bit flustered if she wasn’t busy. Jacqui was her jockey and left detailed plans for her training while she was away. Jacqui spent a lot of time at the track keeping notes and telling Linda what to watch for to spot cheaters and saboteurs. Linda had been to ponygirl races previously. She hadn’t covered them as a monitor or lookout before. At the next race Jacqui would be jockey and not have as much time to devote to security.
Tomorrow Stacy would have Willi for her jockey, Erin had the whole day and evening off. Willi didn’t want Erin and Stacy to spend any time together until Stacy had run a race too. If she thought it was too easy or hard for Erin, she could decide she could never do it. Psychological problems were Willi’s forte; it was easier to just keep them apart than to repair a head case later. Their handlers and grooms took them right in for baths and a little rest. They would of course be back later to eat and congratulate Erin, but not to have any long conversations with her.
Erin heard a squeal and felt like a truck hit her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Alicia, just before the big bash. They both fell down in a pile of arms and legs.
“I’m so glad for you! Ooooh, You’ve done ssoo well!” Alicia yelled and shouted at the same time. They fell in a pile of arms, legs, and mud from Erin’s Coke, and Alicia’s beer. Erin was back on her feet instantly, and grabbed Alicia under the shoulders lifting her easily.
“Wow, you’re so strong,” Alicia said as her legs kicked around about six inches off the ground. They both laughed until Erin couldn’t keep Alicia up anymore. She put Alicia down and sat on the bench of a picnic table to take her muddy sandals off.
Willi was right there instantly, “What’s going on,” she asked, sounding concerned.
They both laughed even more, Erin fell off the bench onto the ground. She had Coke and beer mud on her butt and legs, still laughing. Willi caught on to the whole fun aspect of the situation and began to laugh too. Alicia explained that they were old friends from high school. The first track event Erin won ended the same way, except Erin wasn’t naked.
“I’ll take her in and wash her off as soon as the stalls are empty,” Alicia said. Willi was surprised she knew what the plan was about Erin and Stacy. Alicia smiled, “I want to transfer here to stay with her.” She said, pointing over her shoulder at Erin, with her thumb.
“Do you think they know,” Willi asked? Referring to her plan to keep Erin and Stacy apart. Alicia shook her head no.
“Go ahead and get washed up, Alicia wants to help,” Willi said to Erin.
“Is it all right if she,,,uh,,,,ummm,” Erin stammered.
“Yes, it’s all right,” Willi said firmly.
Denise was coming by as Erin and Alicia headed for the bath stall. She had heard the commotion and wanted to see what was going on. Her husband, Aaron, was with her.
He was still a bit taken aback by the casual attitude the ponygirls had toward the naked lifestyle they had to live. Denise explained that it didn’t matter to them. Wendy’s philosophy was that they were livestock, and not considered otherwise. They were kept naked, because as livestock there was no other option. Denise and Aaron had been married for a little over a year, he stayed away from the ranch when Denise was at work. He wasn’t sure he would like to come here to see her naked and pulling a sulky, and he didn’t want to think of her as livestock, and he didn’t want to be there while she considered herself livestock. They were friends before Denise started at the ranch, and started dating after Denise finished the probationary period, and could leave the ranch.
While she was being a ponygirl she didn’t really think of herself as livestock, she didn’t think of anything. She was a ponygirl. Now owning a ponygirl validated the philosophy even further.
Alicia told Denise what they were doing as they headed for the bathing stall. She knew Alicia missed Erin, but Erin had to change her attitude about her place, and that required all new personnel around her. Now that she saw what she could achieve, Denise wanted to get Alicia and Erin back together. Wendy would have to approve that move. Denise knew that Wendy, Alicia, and Erin had a history, but not the true extent.
Erin stopped as she walked by Denise and got an evil smile and reached over and patted Denise’s belly. It was starting to get rounded her flatness was going away and Erin was envious.
“Oh, Denise you are so lucky. I really would like to be having my own baby. Some day,” She gushed.
“May I take pictures of you,” Aaron asked? He was asking Erin and Denise.
“Sure. Why not,” Denise asked?
“Well,,,,” Aaron said. He nodded toward Erin. “She doesn’t have anything on.”
“I know,” Denise answered. She nodded her head toward Erin. “Go ahead.” She stepped closer to Erin, and put her arm around her back. He took a few shots; Erin went back to touching Denise’s belly.
He went to Erin, “Are you sure it’s all right for me to take pictures?”
“Yeah. It’s really all right,” she answered.
“You don’t think it’s like girly pictures? I just don’t really want to upset things,” he said.
“It’s ok, I don’t think of myself that way. Besides you are an owner, community property, right,” Erin smiled. “You can take photos of anything you own.”
“Oh, I didn’t think about it that way, but I guess so,” Aaron said thoughtfully. He wasn’t sure he wanted to consider himself the owner of anyone. After he thought about it for a bit, he began to accept the idea. To himself he thought, “If I own someone, at least she’s a good one, she just won the race.” He was very devoted to Denise and didn’t want to have the distraction of such a beautiful naked woman right there, but it was all right with her and with Denise.
“Is that all right,” Erin asked? Aaron nodded. “Go ahead with the pictures.” Erin turned to Denise, “He’s still learning this,” she whispered. Denise smiled and nodded.
Stacy ran comfortably, around the track pulling Jacqui in a sulky. They were out for the second time today, they ran around the track several times and then out through the gate onto the road toward the main ranch. Jacqui got back from the race where they took Erin late last night and she was up at 6AM, to start training. The week she was gone didn’t mean that much to Stacy, Jacqui left detailed lesson plans for whoever filled in for her. Usually it was Margot Werner, {Willi pronounced it, Margo Verner} another German trainer, but she had been training horses here for the last ten years. Some times Willi sat in for Jacqui. Stacy noticed that Willi’s name was pronounced with a “W” and Margot’s last name with a “V”, she wondered how to tell the difference. Jacqui snapped the reins, hard and yelled for Stacy to move faster.
“HEY, get a move on, and quit fuckin’ around,” Jacqui snarled. Stacy took off, speeding up considerably. Jacqui had never used a whip on Stacy; the only whip used was the long, light one used for the lunge training. It wasn’t used to strike with, only a slight touch to get her attention.
Wendy had not really asked Stacy if she would like to become a ponygirl racer. There were a few time trials and when they were done, Stacy found out she was a racer. Erin was ahead of her and was sent to the first race. It was like a test run, several of the personnel were sent to the track to watch and to see what happened. When they came back with Erin, she had won the main event. Stacy wasn’t given a lot of time to spend with Erin, but she said that the training here was superior to anyplace that sent ‘girls to that race. Stacy’s first race would be in two more months, in Oklahoma, a little farther away than Erin’s race.
The party was just what Wendy wanted, the guests were polite and interested in ponygirl racing and several wanted to invest, too. Miss Lydia Carstairs was avid to invest and her, niece from the health club thought she might like to work at the track as a trainer. Wendy told her she might be interested in a trainer for her club, but the track was well staffed.
Erin was brought to the garden and kept there; Wendy sent word through Willi that she was free to pee in the garden during the evening. Veronika was also displayed in the garden, at the other end from Erin. They both wore hoof-boots and pony-hands, but stainless collars and not wearing bridles or bits. Veronika had her new PRA number tattooed on her right areola. It was “1071321” and the barcode “1071321” was on the back of her neck.
Veronika didn’t know what to think of the presentation, she had to pee really badly. She finally got Paddy’s attention. He told her to go ahead, preferably in a flower bed so she didn’t make a peddle for the guests to walk in.
“What will these people say,” she asked? She looked around, “I understand going out on the trail, but here in the garden?”
“They all know you’re a ponygirl, that’s why no one has stopped to talk to you,” Paddy responded. “If they get wet, too bad. Please give them a chance to get out of the way,” Paddy chuckled. “Actually there are them as want’s t’see it,” he said, putting on his best Gaelic. “Gotta go,” he said as he walked toward the office.
Veronika waited until he was safely away, and turned her back to the flowerbed. She moved her feet apart and bent her knees; lastly she arched her back and urinated. The flow went out behind her into the flowerbed. It felt so much better she almost moaned, only almost.
She heard several people behind her talking to each other, “Wow, she just went.” And, “Look at that, she really is a ponygirl.” She felt Iris’s hand on her shoulder. Iris was here tonight to take care of Veronika and Erin in the garden. She had a wet wipe for Veronika’s vulva and urethra opening; she didn’t want her to jump here in front of everybody.
Wendy was getting around to everybody she wanted to talk to about investing in ponygirl racing. The results were promising; Miss Lydia scheduled a meeting and Diane’s mother, Mrs. Rush was mildly interested, and the lawyer Mr. Jung wanted to leave his investment tonight.
The rest of the guests were happy to look at ponygirls, for now. The males liked looking at them, as prime, but unobtainable examples of female composition. Sort of like women looking at pro-football players, the women reacted like men do in that same position, “I could look like that if I had time.”
Erin was waiting to be taken to the front to tell what happened at the race track, and how much better prepared she was than the other ponygirls at the event.
After the party Erin and Veronika were hitched together, on a double sulky and they pulled Willi and Alicia to the track. Wendy had approved Alicia’s transfer to the track, so she was moving out there tonight. She really had moved out earlier with her pickup, and rode in with Paddy from a meeting. She could officially move this evening by having ponygirls take her there. Erin didn’t get to see Ione, and felt a little bad about that, Wendy sent her for a vacation in Hawaii. She didn’t want to try to deal with her while she was getting the racing program underway. Ione was a pet that took a lot of extra care; she insisted on extra care.
The party moved inside about 9PM. Willi was there almost immediately to get Erin and Veronika. She had bridles for each on them; she put the bridles on both before she unlocked the collars from either. Veronika thought she was being a bit excessive with her security measures. Willi had impressed her with the need to refrain from speaking, but she had to tell Willi that her security procedures were too extreme.
Willi just smiled, “We will discuss this tomorrow, for now,” Willi smiled even larger, “we will follow Miss Wendell’s instructions.” Veronika’s eyes got big and she looked away and nodded. They got into the stable after midnight, Alicia took care of Erin and Irina bathed Veronika. Erin went to bed happy, but Veronika was frustrated. Willi had cautioned Irina to just wash Veronika and put her to bed.
Erin and Veronika got to sleep in; they were very late getting in to the racing stable. Alicia came around and woke the two ponygirls about 10AM, with coffee and fresh fruit. They were harnessed after lunch, Jacqui took Erin out for an easy run, and Willi dealt with Veronika.
“Sprechen Sie Deutsch, liebling,” Willi said to Veronika? Linda, a handler had just finished harnessing her to a sulky. Veronika shook her head. “You don’t speak German?” Willi looked at her with a bit of pity. She got into the sulky and took Veronika out to get warmed up a bit.
After about half an hour of easy laps she pulled into the stable yard. They pulled up to the blue and white post at the far side of the corral. Willi left Veronika tied to the pole and left for a few minutes. When she came back she had a wet wipe for Veronika’s vulva. Willi had a pair of clips the secured Veronika’s pony-hands behind her back. Willi led her to the shade at the side of the corral. Veronika whinnied for her.
“Very good, liebling, it’s too bad you didn’t do that last night. Willi looked at her gravely, and made her kneel between the rails of the sulky. When she was kneeling, Willi had two little square nipple clamps to put onto Veronika.
Willi loosened each one in front of Veronika’s face, so she could watch. Willi carefully fitted a clamp to each nipple and tightened them so they were tight but not very painful. She took Veronika out onto the track and then out onto the road. After an hour they came back to the corral. Willi got Veronika a drink of water while she was kneeling. She tightened the clamps a half turn. Veronika gasped, she thought Willi would take them off.
An hour later they were back in the corral, Veronika knelt while Willi tightened the clamps again. They went out for another hour and this time when they came in Veronika was crying, tears were streaming down her face. Willi tightened the clamps again, Veronika started to moan and cry out loud. She was totally dependant on Willi for relief, and Willi wasn’t bringing her any help. They went back out with Veronika crying.
When they came in for the after the third hour, Veronika wanted to promise her first born to Willi just to loosen the clamps a little. Willi went inside to get herself a drink and let Veronika urinate. When she came back out Veronika had tried to urinate on the ground, but she had gotten all over her legs and feet. Willi took her over to the garden hose and rinsed her off.
“Veronika, liebling, I can’t have you pissing all over yourself. You must be ashamed; I will take you back out, and let you return and urinate again and stay clean. I will never mention this to anyone, I can’t have others knowing that you would piss on yourself.” Willi took her out for another hour.
When they came in this time she stopped Veronika while she went to get a drink. She came back and made Veronika kneel while she took the clamps off. She massaged each of Veronika’s nipples very gently, and kissed each tortured nipple.
“Have you ever heard anyone tell that you did not want to find out why you should never speak over your bit, liebling,” she asked softly? Veronika nodded, and whinnied. Willi took her back out for half an hour. Veronika knew she would never speak over her bit again.
Jacqui had Stacy out all day, they stopped for lunch at the main ranch, she left Stacy in a stall where her lunch would be delivered and went to The Cafeteria with Wendy, for a lunch/meeting. They planned the strategy for Stacy’s race.
This race had a better reputation than Erin’s, but they would need to keep alert for harm to Stacy and their race efforts. Jacqui said she had heard from some of her friends that the ponygirls from Wendy’s ranch were targets for theft. She wanted to have a big security guard with a leash locked to the ‘girls collar when traveling. Wendy said she would find someone to handle it.
This plane ride was uneventful and comfortable; they drove to the same small strip Erin’s party used, where the plane was waiting. This time the plane was a twin Beechcraft, with seats for eight. There were only five passengers. Wendy and Stacy of course, Jacqui, and Stacy’s groom; Jack Loos, the fifth was the guard Wendy hired. She called her friends from the Pima Indian reservation and had a medium height man, Arnell, which looked to be about fifty years old, come to be the guard. He had a leash from the collar Stacy wore around his left wrist; Stacy liked him immediately and felt safe with him. Even thought she spent most of her time as a ponygirl, Stacy knew and understood the need for security. She just didn’t think about it. She sat next to Arnell in the plane seat and looked out the window, watching the clouds. Wendy had her dressed in a white mini-dress and white high-heeled sandals. The ponygirls wore their hoof-boots so much that they were not comfortable with flat-heeled shoes. Except Erin of course, she wore running shoes to run on her own. She was able to wear any shoes. Lately Denise had to reduce her solo sessions to once a week.
Even then a guard was out in the area, in a jeep. She had stepped up security by hiring more of the Pima’s to patrol the ranch perimeter regularly. Willi called someone in Germany and had four trained dogs sent to her. She introduced one to each ponygirl to stay with her in her stall at night. Erin got to run on her own again if she took Ajax running too. He loved to run, too. Willi thought it was a match made in heaven, she felt rightfully proud if her idea. Veronika didn’t change the name of Bruno, he was a very light color and had eyes almost as blue as her own.
The dogs she had sent were German Shepard, she originally wanted Doberman’s, but they don’t handle the desert temperatures as easily as the Shepard breed. Erin and Veronika took to theirs right away, Stacy was a little less positive and Keiko was afraid of her dog. They both became more enthusiastic when the news of the theft of two ponygirls from a ranch in southern California was reported. The rustlers slipped in at night and took the two ponygirls, without anyone noticing until the next morning. They were recovered two weeks later when they showed up at a PRA race in Mexico City. The new owner had paid a lot for them and claimed that he had no idea that they were stolen. The girls had not had real good care and really had no chance in the race. They were returned to their owner’s ranch. They were terribly upset and required extra care, and would be too skittish to race for a while.
Stacy wanted to bring Jake, her dog, to the racetrack too, just to be certain. Arnell looked quite capable and Stacy felt confident of the security measures Wendy had taken. The dog was not allowed to be at the track by the owners. It could cause too many liability concerns for the safety of the other ponygirls and handlers there. Keiko kept Musashi, very close too.
Stacy was scooting around and constantly changing position in her seat. Wendy moved to the seat behind her and asked what was wrong.
“I can’t stand these panties,” She whispered. “They are terrible.”
“Hold on for a minute,” Wendy said. She went to the rear of the pilot’s seat.
“What sort of place are we heading to, is the landing strip at a big airport,” she asked?
“Nope,” he shook his head, “it’s no bigger than the strip where I picked you up. Is everything all right?”
“Oh it’s fine, thanks.” Wendy got back to Stacy.
“You can take them off if you want, the pilot says the place we’re headed isn’t much bigger than at home,” Wendy said conspiratorially. Stacy shifted and pulled the panties off, when she got them off over her sandals, she sighed in relief. Arnell watched, but didn’t say anything, until they were off.
“Are you okay? Why did you take off your underpants,” he asked?
“I’m fine, they were just so uncomfortable, and I couldn’t stand them.” Stacy smiled, “I usually don’t wear anything and these just got so that I couldn’t wear them anymore.”
Arnell turned to Wendy, “Don’t you care if she’s not covered up?”
“No.” She smiled when Arnell looked confused. “Do you have any ponies?” When Arnell nodded, she went on, “Do you care if anybody can see them?”
“No, not really, but my daughters, I do care,” Arnell said.
“She’s not my daughter, she’s my ponygirl. We are going to a racetrack; I’ve entered her in some races there. That’s why we need you to watch over her,” Wendy explained.
“She is very fast, and will probably win. I’m concerned about rustlers,” Wendy said to Arnell.
This track was much nicer than Erin’s first racetrack. The facilities were newer and with a much more efficient operation. Jacqui was very much on her guard and she gave Arnell pointers for consideration and what to look out for. He was very proficient as a guard and sentry, with Jacqui’s coaching he was even better.
The races were run the same way by Jacqui that Willi used. She ran Stacy hard enough to advance up to the next level, but slow enough to avoid close examination. Wendy wanted to make as much as she could from betting, the purse was not all that big. It would pay for the trip and some of the training, but Wendy wanted to recover some of her investment on her track. She would meet Mr. Jung and Mrs. Rush there, they would be coming in for the last day.
The races went just as planned, Stacy made the final without drawing undue attention, and kept the odds favorable. Wendy made a killing; she brought home enough to recover the entire cost for the track construction. The owner of the track came by as Wendy was getting Stacy ready to go, he looked Stacy over carefully.
“I guess I should have seen it when she came in,” he said with a smile. “She looks too good for the times she ran. I didn’t lose much on her, everyone wanted to take advantage of you so they weren’t betting at my windows. lf you had taken me for all you took all off them, I’d be complaining. I recommend you don’t do it like this again.”
“I’m sure I don’t know whatever you could mean, sir” Wendy said shyly. “But thank you for the advice.”
They went back to the ranch, not the track when they got in. There was a large group waiting to greet them, ponygirls, grooms and handlers, and well-wishers. After the initial greetings Wendy sent Stacy to the bath stall with Jack to get her washed up. There were cosmetics available for tonight; they would go out to the track after Wendy’s party was over. Stacy didn’t have any clean tack, so she was collared and given a pair of black spike heeled shoes. Arnell was recruited to handle the end of her leash. He got washed up in the Groom Room, while Jack was bathing Stacy, and some new clothes were found for him at Wendy’s souvenir shop. While he was getting washed, one of the grooms polished his black boots put them back where he had left them while he was in the shower.
When the party was over, Jack took Stacy to the track in his pickup. They were there by mid-night, he put Stacy in her stall. She had been gone for five days and her dog was glad to see her. When she lay down he got right beside her on the floor and wanted to stay curled right there until morning. She had to wear the collar and chain at night. Wendy and Denise felt they were safe enough with the dogs beside them and their collars at night.
Erin’s dog, Ajax was also glad to see Stacy when she got in. He woke Erin with all of his running and bouncing around, he didn’t bark, but he made a big disturbance.
Erin made the night handler come down and get her out to see Stacy. They sat up late petting their dogs and drinking some wine that Mr. Jung sent over. They were both old hands at the racing game, now. Erin had no one else there who had experienced ponygirl racing until now. Although Jacqui and Willi had been to hundreds of races, neither one had done the running.
They sat on the floor of Stacy’s stall with their dogs lying beside them, their heads in the ponygirls naked laps. The main thing that Stacy had to brag about was that Jack finally masturbated her in the shower. She had been quite disappointed when she found that Jacqui didn’t see her relief as a necessity, or that it might to help her run faster.
Veronika was running with the blinkers closed, she had to follow Willi’s commands exactly. She had complete faith in Willi’s ability. Like Erin, Veronika was willing to run full speed entirely dependent on Willi for guidance. Although neither realized it, their worship of Willi came after she put the clamps on their nipples, and made them run.
The tall blonde woman watching smiled to herself; she had her brown alligator shoe on the lower rail of the corral fence where she stood in the shade. Mona approached and put her foot up on the rail too.
“Well, is that who you’re looking for,” she asked?
She nodded, “Yeah, that’s my little sister. She’s beautiful isn’t she? When will I have a chance to see her.” She added brightly, “Well I can pretty much see all of her, so when might we have a chance to talk?”
“They’re on their way in. So as soon as we get her washed up, she’ll be free until tomorrow morning,” Mona told her. “We just have to sure of her safety.”
While they stood there, Willi brought Veronika into the shade of the same tree. She stopped right beside them. Orson was right there to unhitch Veronika, and remove the blinkers. Veronika blinked in the bright sun, but her vision cleared soon. When she could see, she gasped.
“Hello Veronika, good to see you,” She looked down to Veronika’s feet and back to her face. “All of you.”
Mona stepped forward, and started unhooking Veronika’s bridle, but Veronika turned her head so Mona’s hands fell away. She kept her head up so Mona still couldn’t reach her very well. Orson soon had her unhitched from the sulky; Veronika stepped from between the rails and headed toward the stable as Orson snapped his lead to her bridle.
“No. That’s all right,” the stranger put her hand on Mona’s arm. “Please let her go for now. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other.”
Mona nodded, and stopped following Veronika.
Willi stepped up to the woman, and held out her hand, “I’m Willi den Woorden,” She said expectantly.
“Ekaterina Dylon, Veronika’s sister. We haven’t seen each other for quite a while. I gather you could tell, it wasn’t under the best of circumstances, that we last saw each other,” she said to Willi. “What is it that you do here? There can’t be much call for just running around naked.”
“No,” Willi chuckled. “We have a racing rennbahn for ponygirls.”
“A what?” she asked.
“A racing facility. I am a jockey and trainer here. We are just starting this track, but soon there will be our own racing,” Willi said proudly.
“And Veronika, does she race well?”
“Yes, she’s superb, very fast,” Willi said.
“Do they always run naked? Don’t you have something to put on her?” She wondered.
“Have you ever seen a pony wearing clothes?” Willi countered.
“Well, no,” She laughed.
Mona stepped forward, “Let’s go inside and have a cup of coffee while we wait for Veronika.”
They walked to Mona’s office, at the door Willi stopped. “I’ll go see Veronika, and get her around so you can chat, catch up on old times.” She left heading toward the stable.
She went to Veronika’s stall, but no one was there so she headed to the bath stalls at the back of the stable. They were there, Veronika was in the stall and Jack was washing her.
“Jack, she was superb today, make sure she has a good bath, a very good bath. She deserves it and I think she needs one too,” Willi said softly.
Veronika stood between Mona and Willi. She refused to put anything on, except a pair of white high-heeled sandals. She asked Jack to put a little gold chain between her nipple rings, and a gold chain anklet, around her left ankle. He put on her stainless steel collar. She told Willi she would like to see her sister again, but wanted her there too.
“She always gets me to do whatever she wants. If you are there with me, I can say no if I must,” she said to Willi.
“It’s nice to see you again Kate,” Veronika said pleasantly. “How’ve you been doing? I must say you look well.”
“Ronni you don’t have to try to be nice to me if you don’t want,” Ekaterina answered. To Willi she said, “We didn’t do real well the last time we saw each other. It was my fault, I’ve come to apologize.” She nodded her head as she spoke to Veronika. “Do you have to go around naked, all the time?”
“Yes, I do,” Veronika, said soberly. “Ponygirls don’t wear clothes, just a little jewelry sometimes,” she gestured toward the chain between her nipple rings.
“Miss den Woorden says you are an excellent ponygirl,” she said. “Very fast. Miss Lindeman said they have to be careful for your security. Why? What could happen to you?”
Willi spoke up, “We don’t want her stolen, and her speed and racing abilities make her very valuable, like the Ahnentafel Kleines. When they both looked at her funny she added, “pedigree pony.” Willi finally decided to ask about their names, “Are you from Europe, you both have names from there?”
“Our mother was from Czech Republic, but our father was from New Jersey, we grew up in upper New York State,” answered Ekatrina.
Veronika added, “Our mother wanted us to be American so she taught us only English. There was no one left from our family in Czech Republic.” She looked toward Ekaterina, “We had to go there on out own to find out what things were like there.”
“So the German running commands I’m using are new to you,” Willi observed. They both nodded.
“We wouldn’t have learned German anyway, our mother didn’t like anything German,” said Veronika. “But I like German Shepard dogs.”
“Do you have one,” Ekaterina asked?
“Yes, his name is Bruno. He’s very pretty, light tan and gray, with blue eyes. And real big teeth,” Veronika said proudly.
Willi nodded and added, “He’s trained to protect Veronika. Actually each ponygirl has one. He sleeps right beside her.”
“Can we go to dinner somewhere,” Ekaterina asked? “Do you have any clothes to wear?”
“We can eat here,” Veronika answered. “The food is excellent, and we can spend the evening, but I will need to go to bed here. It’s true, I’m not safe without extra security.”
“There are rustlers, who steal the ponygirls, and then sell them in foreign countries,” Willi added. “We have gotten extra security and the dogs, but Veronika shouldn’t go without her security. So far we believe she is safe here, but she may not be when she is out.”
“Will you wear clothes to dinner,” Ekaterina asked. She turned to Willi, “I suppose it would be all right for her to dress.” Willi nodded.
“I’ll sort of wear something, but I kind of like going naked,” Veronika smiled. “It’s a special sort of freedom. I have no responsibility to fashion and I don’t have to wear anything. You know I kind of enjoy making people nervous.”
They decided to eat there; the cafeteria sent some excellent gourmet meals. Beef bourgeon and vegetables. Followed with ice cream and very rich chocolate fudge sauce. Veronika wore a very short, blue silk, mini-dress and the white sandals from before.
“What about men,” Ekaterina asked over coffee. “Do you bother them?”
“I don’t really know if I do, I don’t get to find out,” she said glumly. She nodded toward Willi, “She probably knows. Actually when I’m being a ponygirl, I don’t notice much human sort of stuff.”
Willi smiled, “Yes they do notice, some. I would get to reap the benefit if I had the time. Mostly they just see them as pony, you know, livestock. The ponygirls are off limits to them. It’s their job if they stray, and this pays quite well.”
“I noticed there’s a lot more women than men,” Ekatrina observed.
“Men are a premium here, so they are too busy to try to mess with the madelpony,” Willi gave her a mischievous smile. “So if you’re looking for a date, I’ll go with you maybe we can find two.”
“Kate isn’t really interested in men for dating, she’d like to go on a date with you, but not to find men, just to go with you. Right Kate,” Veronika said, acidly. “That’s why we haven’t had much to say for a while, I wouldn’t date her.”
“Ronni, I came here to apologize to you for that, I’m really sorry I did what I did,” she replied. “When that was over, I didn’t even go back home for months. I was afraid Mother would know, and I couldn’t face her,” she turned to Willi as she spoke. “I wanted Ronni to come to bed with me. When she said she didn’t want to, I tried to insist. I thought if she was really my sister she’d do this for me.”
“I didn’t say anything to mother, I was afraid it would hurt her,” Veronika replied. “It probably wouldn’t have bothered her at all. I’ve come to know that now. She probably wouldn’t even mind of she saw me run someday.”
“It’d probably be all right, she always was so very proud of you,” Ekaterina said smiling. “You couldn’t do anything wrong at all.”
“Well maybe not anything,” Veronika said dryly. She shifted around and her tiny dress top slid to the side and let her right breast out. Veronika absently pulled the top back over her chest, and covered her breast.
“What’s that number, there on your nipple,” Ekaterina asked? “I saw it earlier, and I wondered about.”
“My Ponygirl Racing Association registration number,” Veronika told her. She pulled the dress over to show her the number again.
“What does it mean, there can’t be over a hundred thousand ponygirls,” Ekaterina was incredulous.
“No, it’s a three part number. The 107 is for Miss Wendell, the 132 is the day of the year I was registered on and the 1 is me, the first ponygirl registered on that day, ever. One thirty two means the twelfth of May.”
“Who is Miss Wendell?”
“She is my owner. Well she actually owns my contract. For the next five and a half years,” Veronika told her. They chatted amiably for the rest of the evening. Veronika started to yawn.
“You know, I worked real hard today, and I’m getting’ real sleepy. I’m about to fall asleep, so I should probably be laying in my bed when I do.”
Veronika was hitched to the sulky and Orson lowered the blinkers, over her eyes, she couldn’t see anything. Willi had brought a picnic lunch out to the sulky.
“Liebling, we shall go for a picnic today,” Willi said softly. She turned to Orson, “We will be back at 6PM.”
“He nodded I’ll be ready, and with the new groom too. She just came in from the main ranch, used to work with Erin,” Orson related. “Well I’ll see you later,” he said as he stepped back. He could tell Veronika was already a ponygirl in her mind, and she no longer cared about anything but pulling her sulky.
Ekaterina stood by the door to the stable and watched Veronika as she pulled the sulky out of the corral. She admired Veronika; they had agreed that she would get their mother to come to her first race, coming up in two more weeks.
At 6PM, Orson was waiting under the shade tree by the side of the corral when Willi brought Veronika in. They stopped right beside Orson; he gently put his hand on Veronika’s shoulder to let her know he was there. He didn’t want to scare her when he stared to unhitch her from the sulky. His first step was to open the blinkers, and then unhitch her straps from the sulky. Veronika looked around and smiled. She had been out all day with the blinkers closed; she couldn’t see anything at all. She had to depend on Willi for everything, and she couldn’t open the blinkers herself, her pony-hands prevented that. Her only function was to pull the sulky Willi was everything to her. She loved Willi.
Veronika’s Race
Eukata’s Pride
Veronika stood at the side of the track, waiting for her turn to go out. She had won all of the races so far. The only race left was the final, the feature race. Wendy had turned them loose to run. She knew that there was no other choice, her ponygirls had used up their chances, and they no longer had the benefit of the doubt. So Wendy had them try to win everything they could.
Veronika drew the second gate for this last race. She went out and Willi drove her into the gate and waited for the gate to drop. When the other ponygirls were in there was a ten second delay, and the warning bell sounded and the gate opened.
They were off; Willi easily pulled into the lead and went to the rail. She stayed ahead for the entire race, and won going away. They had to stand in front of the officials stand for the urine test.
The technician from the clinic held the cup under her pussy and Veronika urinated into the cup, when she had a full sample she pulled the cup out and Veronika finished on the ground. The technician poured the sample into a sample container and sealed it in front of Willi, who then initialed the seal. The others cleared the track while the sample was being collected. Wendy came out onto the track for photos and a little interview.
Ekaterina came out with Wendy and a tall blonde woman who looked like Veronika.
“Mama, it’s our Veronika,” Ekaterina said softly, as they stood by Wendy.
“Yes, she’s so beautiful, and so fast,” Mrs. Dylon, said. Veronika just stood there while this was all going on around her. She was still a pony in her mind; she didn’t know anyone was there. She didn’t care if anyone was there.
“I’ll get you in to the back after she gets her tack off, so you can say hello to her,” Wendy suggested. She took Mrs. Dylon by the arm and they left the track. Willi drove Veronika to the gate where Linda was waiting with her lead to take them back to the stall.
After a bath, she dressed Veronika in a dark blue mini-dress and gold-colored leather spike-heeled sandals to go to the airstrip to fly home. She wouldn’t wear panties; she thought they were too uncomfortable, like Stacy did. She had no choice about the stainless steel collar and leash, held by Arnell. When she came out Mrs. Dylon was waiting for her, to say hello.
When Veronika came out she was ready to see and greet her mother.
“Oh Mama, it’s so good to see you,” Veronika said warmly. “Did you see my race? I won, pretty good, huh?
“I’m so proud of you, you’re so fast,” she said “Your Miss Wendell sent me the tickets to come.”
“Thank you, Miss Wendell,” Veronika said to Wendy.
“It was my pleasure, Veronika. It’s been real nice to meet your mother, too,” She answered. “I think our ride to the plane is ready. We can’t stand around too long, you know.”
“Yup, let’s go,” Veronika, she looked around nervously and turned to Arnell, “Ready when you are.”
“Eukata is coming back to the ranch to stay with us for a little while,” Wendy told her. “Let’s head out.”
“Why do you have to wear the leash all the time, Veronika? Are they afraid you’ll leave,” Mrs. Dylon asked, after the were on the plane. “Ekaterina told me that it was a strange sort of life, but this leash?”
Wendy spoke up, over the drone of the plane, “Please, let me interrupt. We are concerned that someone might try to steal her. She is very good, and fast, so that makes her a target. We want to keep her safe.”
Veronika smiled, “I thought it was a bit much, until a girl was taken last week. They were at a race in northern California and two men just hustled her away.”
“I can’t have something like that happen to Veronika. She has put her trust in me to keep her safe. And she represents a substantial investment,” Wendy said.
When they were back at the racetrack, the ponygirls were all waiting for Veronika. There was a big cookout already going and plenty of attendants. Erin was getting ready for her next race and she was allowed to stop for only a few minutes.
Erin was wearing her hoof-boots and still had her bridle on, but without the bit.
“I’m so glad for you,” she said as she hugged Veronika. “It makes quite a difference in your training and attitude after you win one. I don’t feel so bad about training now.”
“Do you even notice training now,” Veronika asked?
“Not really, but sometimes I’d sort of feel like I was missing something when I was done for the day. Now I feel like it must have been good, cause everybody is smiling when I see them,” Erin shook her head while she answered. “I got some poor news earlier, the next race, in Kansas, is a tail race. I haven’t been wearing one for training. So now I’ll have to wear one all the time for the next two weeks.”
“Yuch, those make me feel funny,” Veronika said. “When do you have to start?”
“Right after my shower. Congratulations again,” Erin hugged her again. She left headed toward the stable.
“Please come back when you’re done and meet my mother.”
“Sure, I’d love to,” Erin said over her shoulder.
Willi came by Veronika; “We are going to our next race in two weeks, then every other week for the rest of the season. Ok?”
“Are we going to the same one as Erin,” Veronika was concerned. Willi smiled, and shook her head no.
Keiko’s first race went off well; she won very decisively, and without question. The first attempt at theft came here though. The collar and leash proved their worth, and Arnell’s abilities, too.
Keiko was just coming out of her stall to go to the van for the ride to the airstrip for the flight home. Two men and a woman tried to push in between Keiko and Arnell. Arnell elbowed the woman in the ribs and kicked the back of the right knee of the nearest man, who had also gabbed the leash about halfway between his hand and Keiko’s neck. The man fell down and the woman tried to start a big disturbance over getting elbowed. Two security guards stepped in, but didn’t take her side; they all went to the ‘security office’, a table near the clinic door. They had to get info from Keiko and Wendy, but the three were held for the track owner and the police to deal with.
It was the first time any of Wendy’s ponygirls bar code was used. The security supervisor, was actually a PRA agent, had a reader. He ran it over the back of her neck “1071331” the code represented the number Bart tattooed on the right areola “1071331” she was registered the day after Veronika. Wendy stood beside Keiko and gently stroked her cheek and scratched behind her ear. She was shaken and skittish for a little while, but everything happened so fast that it was all over before she realized something was wrong.
While the subjects were in the security area, Wendy used her cellphone camera to take several pictures of each one. When one man tried to object, the security supervisor punched him over the left ear, real hard. When she was done she emailed them to her self.
Keiko’s was double celebration, winning and getting back home.
“I want to take Musashi with me to the next race,” she said defiantly. She petted the big Shepard’s head.
“I know, I’d like it, too,” Wendy said to her. She looked at Keiko’s dark dog, she thought to her self, “We might just take them anyways.”
At the party, Mr. Jung decided he wanted to buy a ponygirl, he really liked Diane, but Willi explained to him that she was too short to do well regularly. She could probably do all right, but to be a consistent winner was questionable and too much work to ask from her.
The next ponygirl came from Carmen Mendoza from the beauty shop at the spa; she had a niece from Las Vegas who was interested in trying out for the racing stable. When Mr. Jung heard about her he contacted her to see if she was serious. He rewrote one of Wendy’s contracts, since she was the first racer only ponygirl; there was no contract for her.
Nineteen year old Elise Mojica was five-nine and weighed 129 pounds, she was very dark with black waist length hair and black eyes. Elise had been a dancer in Las Vegas, but didn’t take to the loose lifestyle the boss required of her. She didn’t mind dancing naked, but she wasn’t willing to indulge in the sex games there.
The final meeting was in Wendy’s office at about 9PM, on a Tuesday evening. They discussed the social requirements of a ponygirl racer. Carmen was there with her; she had taken the contract to another lawyer for Elise. Mr. Jung insisted on it. He even paid the fee.
“I don’t want to be used for sex. I couldn’t stand that,” she said shakily. Carmen nodded, with a grim look on her face.
“What’s wrong here, Carmen,” Wendy asked?
“My ‘supposed’ husband tried to get into her room last week. He claimed he was drunk and opened the wrong door,” she said bitterly. “I’ve had her in a motel since then.”
“I really need to get a job away from there, not away from mi tia, my aunt, but I need to be self sufficient,” Elise said. “I want to choose my boyfriends, too.”
“You might be disappointed after a while, the ponygirls have nearly no sex at all. The grooms and handlers will lose their jobs if they are found trying to mess with the girls. The males or females, none can touch the ponygirls for their pleasure, but they have each other.”
“Do we ever have a chance to date,” Elise sounded disappointed.
“Yes, but not until the racing season is over, we also have to careful of safety. We had a theft attempt at a race last week. I have security people here and at the races.”
“Here’s what I have done for the contract,” Mr. Jung said. “Since I cannot afford to keep a ponygirl that cannot race, I set up a two week period for testing. If you are found to be unsuitable to race, you’ll be released. I don’t want to make you try if you’re unable to do well, that would be too frustrating for you. You’ll get the two thousand for each week you’re at the track, and we’ll know within two weeks, so it won’t be hanging over your head.”
“What about the tattoos? When will have to get them,” Elise asked?
“When we get you registered. After the testing is complete. Do you have any of the piercings,” he asked? She nodded, and looked uncomfortably at Carmen.
“It’s okay, all the ponygirls here have them, and I’ve gotten used to the idea. Actually I think some of them are kind of pretty,” Carmen smiled. “But I don’t want any,” she added quickly, and laughed. Everyone had a chuckle.
Elise picked up the pen and signed the contract, and Carmen witnessed it. Wendy’s secretary notarized their signatures.
Elise stood up and took the contract over to Mr. Jung, “Thank you for this chance.”
He looked the contract over, “Well you belong to me now, take off your clothes.”
“Carmen, mi tia,,,,,,,.” She looked at Carmen, who just sat there and didn’t seem to care.
“It’s all right with me. You signed the contract,” Carmen smiled.
Elise took a deep breath, and slowly let it out, “I didn’t realize it would be right now.” She removed her t-shirt and cutoffs. She unhooked her lacy pink brassiere and slipped off her pink silk thong. She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Put your arms down, Elise,” Wendy said firmly.
She put her arms down at her sides, her black nipples were pierced with gold rings and she had a ring through the top of her navel. Wendy made a phone call and Betty came right in. She went up to Elise with a collar and leash. After locking the collar on her neck she snapped the leash on. She looked to Mr. Jung.
“Please take her to the shop, we’ll need smaller navel jewelry, but everything else is on hold until we test her at the track,” he said to Betty. “And thank you, Betty.”
“If you don’t become a racer, I might be interested in a ponygirl here for my regular pulling operation. It doesn’t pay quite as well as racer, but one hundred thousand a year isn’t too bad.”
The next morning she went out to the racetrack with Mona Lindeman, in her pickup. Mona turned her over to Margot at the track. She was taken into the tack room for measurements and weighting.
Margot and Joshua did the measuring. When she went into the tack room, Josh had her step onto the orthotic foot measures and then used a conventional shoe measure to get her sizes. Margot got her weight.
“You weigh 129, did you know that,” Margot said? She used her tape measure to get her sizes.
“Your measurements are: 33B-23-34. You have pretty legs.” She pulled Elise’s hair back into a ponytail, and measured her head for the bridle harness. Margot measured around her head at her forehead and around at her eyes, then at her mouth. The last was vertical from under her chin and over her head.
“I have one more measurement to take. Please get up onto the table and kneel facing the head of the table.”
When she was in the correct place, Margot pushed the insides of her knees a little.
“Please move a little apart.” When she did, “Bend over and put your arms flat on the table and put your head on your arms, please.”
Elise did, her head was down and her butt was up and her face was red. She felt very vulnerable.
“Mio Dios, esta terible,” She said.
“I know, honey, but it won’t last for long,” Margot reassured her. She stepped back and Josh had the anal measure ready.
He put his left hand on her back and carefully pushed the cone shaped measure into her.
“Ohhh, that’s COOLDD!” Elise yelped.
“I’ll hurry, as much as I can. We do want to make sure it’s right. I’m sure you don’t want to come back for this again, just because I tried to hurry too much.”
“No, let’s get it right the first time,” she said.
Josh pushed the measure as far as he could, while watching her anus to see that it was opened but not overly stretched.
“I’ve got size 5, Margot,” he said. “Please confirm this, and let’s get Elise out of here.”
“Okay, that’s it, size 5. Pull it out. Wait right there Elise and I’ll wipe you off, honey.”
When they were done and she was off the table, she asked what that was for. Margot explained that some races required a tail on the end of a butt-plug. And that she had them custom made, so they weren’t any bigger that necessary, and big enough that it didn’t fall out while she was running. Elise nodded.
“You think I’ll make it ok,” she asked?
“Unless there is something wrong with you, I can teach you to run well enough to win. It might be a bit of work, but we can do it,” Margot confidently.
Three days later Elise was back at the ranch sitting in Bart’s chair for her tattoos. He had her tattoo stencils ready when she came in, with Marina.
“Hi, it’s good to see you again, I was sure you’d be back to see me. It’ll just be a minute,” he said, as he strapped her arms down and hooked the waist belt. “Then we’ll start.” She nodded.
He had the tattoos and the color already chosen for Elise. He carefully applied the tattoo stencil to her left breast “Elise” and followed it for the tattoo. Next he tipped the chair back and put Mr. Jung’s logo on her lower belly, inside an inverted triangle, that ended at the cleft where her pussy lips came together. She had her pubic hair removed by electrolysis when she was in Las Vegas; most all the dancers had it taken off, for convenience. He put “LrJ” for Leonid Ruston Jung. Next he did her PRA number “1101421” on her right areola, in a curve that matched the edge of her areola.
“Ok, just one more to go,” he said. “It’s on the back of your neck.” He showed her the barcode stencil. “It’s the same number on the front, in barcode.”
He had Marina hold her hair up, after he loosened the seat belt. He put the tattoo stencil on her neck and traced it. Soon “1101421” was on the back of her neck.
“You’ll get even darker with the sun on you all the time, these colors will stand out and look nice even when you get more tanned,” Bart said proudly. “There’s one more thing, I have smaller rings for you.” He got out a set of 16ga. ½ inch rings for her nipples. After they were in, he released her strapped wrists and walked her to the door. She smiled and her white teeth stood out against her dark features. The polished stainless steel collar showed brightly as Marina snapped the leash to it. Marina had her barefoot with a tiny gold chain around her left ankle.
She went out with Marina and walked directly to the stable and through to the pickup from the track, they headed out to the track slowly. They had to go through the old road, Wendy didn’t want them driving through the customer area, nor using the public road without anyone from security with them.
When she got back to the track, Willi was there with a surprise for her.
“Please come over here, liebling, I have something for you to see,” she said pleasantly.
When Elise went around the corner, Willi was standing beside a German Shepard dog. The dog was sitting and alert, he immediately looked at her and ducked his head. The dog made a soft yelp as she walked toward him. He was a big dog about ninety-five pounds, and was light, almost blonde with dark brown markings.
“His name is Piotr, but you can change it if you want,” Willi said. “He’s a trained protection dog, he’ll be with you whenever you’re not in training. You know, not in your harness.” She held out the dogs leash, “Here take this, you’ll have to take care of him for about two days, then he’ll know he’s your dog, you won’t need the leash after an hour. He’ll sleep on the floor beside your bed, and you’ll have a chain on your collar during the night hours. That will keep you safe, and here with us.” Willi smiled. “We’ll start in the morning, so you two have the rest of the day-off.” She held out a ball, “He loves to play with the ball, just don’t run him out into the sun too much. Okay?”
“Si, muy bueno, Bonito Pedro esta,” she said, amazed. “This is so strange, I’m going naked, corito, and no one thinks anything of it. And now you bring me this beautiful dog, for me to play with.” She looked toward Willi and asked conspiratorially, “Where do we find men?”
“Well, you don’t. From now on we will only do things to make you faster, and sex with men won’t necessarily make you any faster, in some cases you could lose a few seconds.”
“Erin told me not to get caught touching myself, either. So what do I do?”
“When you have earned it we will tell your groom when you may be masturbated in the shower. Until then, don’t, someone is watching over you, for protection, but if they see you they are required to report it,” Willi said carefully. “Once we get started with your training, you’ll be tired enough that you won’t even think about it.”
“Will that start tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow will be another easy day, you’ll see the vet and have more time to bond with Piotr, or what ever you decide to call him,” Willi told her.
“See the vet? A doctor checked me before I started,” Elise told her. Willi nodded.
“This is for you to get started racing, not an employment check-up. It won’t take long.”
Jack walked by and smiled at them, both.
“Oohh. He’s nice,” Elise said, after he went around the corner.
Willi nodded, “Yeah, but Mona has him all to herself. They’re in the room right across from mine. Besides, you are totally off limits, and the grooms and handlers work with you so much that you are livestock to them.”
Willi started to go and Elise threw the ball for Pedro to chase. They played for about an hour, he always brought the ball back to her and gently put it in her hand. She heard the call for diner and they went on in to eat. There was a bowl and can of food for Pedro, too.
The vet was there to see her at 10AM; Linda, who took her in, stayed there to assist if necessary.
The vet asked if she had birth control implants, she showed him the implants under the skin of her left inner arm. The doctor removed them carefully.
“I’ll be replacing them with this intrauterine device, you know IUD.” He showed her a fiberglass coil.
“It has a quantity of mild hormone to keep menstruation to three or four times a year, safely. The implants you had could cause you to slow a little. The IUD has a line of tiny spines along the outside to keep it from slipping out when you run, so it’ll be safe for you,” he said. “Your groom checks at least once a month, to make sure it doesn’t slip out.”
When she was done, it was time for lunch and then Josh took her out to the corral for lunge line training to help get her stride length corrected. After about three hours he released her to go work with her dog.
“Who is your groom? Do you have one assigned, or just whoever is free?”
“It’s Alicia, she told me this morning. Why?”
“I’ll give her permission for you,” he said blandly.
“Thank you,” she said shyly. Her beautiful dark eyes lowered as she spoke.
“More of the same in the morning,” Josh said as he left.
Elise went to the kennel and got Pedro out.
Erin was ahead at the first pole and stayed ahead through the rest of the race. She did everything Willi wanted. The race was a given, there was no question from the time the first heat was started. She stood in front of the judges’ stand while the technician held the cup under her pussy.
“Urinert bitte, liebling,” Willi said to her. Erin urinated into the cup, and onto the ground when the cup was withdrawn. Willi heard people around her, “What’s she saying?” and “That should be outlawed.” Willi smiled to herself.
When the technician nodded, Willi was ready to sign the seal. She drove to the exit and waited for Orson to come out and snap his leash to Erin’s bridle. He led them to the stall and dropped the sulky in front. He gave the lead to Irina and began to dismantle the sulky, while she took Erin inside to take the tack off, and get her to the bath stall. They were ready to go in half an hour. Erin had her tiny white mini dress and white leather sandals, with her stainless steel collar. She had finally become Erin again and Willi told her that she won.
“Oh thank you,” she looked around for Denise.
“Well you are doing great. Did that tail bother you,” Denise asked? She had just come from the owners’ booth. Erin looked like she didn’t understand, and shook her head, no.
“You really get into the pony-mentality, don’t you? Sort of like off in the ozone, or off in the ponyzone,” Denise chuckled.
“Yeah, and it gets easier all the time. I don’t remember the last two days, at all,” Erin sounded surprised. “Willi had to tell me that I won.”
“Yes ponyzone, we can call it that. The madelponyeinflusszone, ponygirl zone of influence, yes we will call it that,” Willi declared. “She does it so well, when she is the madelpony no one can beat her.”
They went to the van to go to the landing strip, it was right here on the property. So, the security was very good, but Arnell still held the leash to her collar.
It was a short drive to the landing strip, the benefit of winning meant they could call the landing strip and be moved to the front of the rotation. Mr. Jung had developed the plan when a second attempt to steal a ponygirl was made later the came day as Keiko’s incident. That try was on the second place ‘girl. The top three finishers, win, place, and show, were moved to the front to take off as soon as possible.
“We got your bet made and collected for you,” Denise told her. “Arnell has it in his belt.”
She always gave Willi ten percent of the winnings, she got ten percent of the purse and then Erin’s ten percent, too. She gave Irina, her groom, ten thousand dollars as a bonus, too.
Elise’s first race:
It took Elise, four months before Jacqui pronounced her ready to race. She had gotten even darker spending so much time in the sun. The glowing pink tattoos that Bart put on her were beautiful against her dark skin.
The racing season was about half over when she started. She went to her first race in northern Arizona, Mr. Jung passed up a race near Las Vegas, and he didn’t want to take her there for her first race. After she won a few races she could go there with confidence and not have to worry about a poor showing there.
They flew in to the airstrip, and drove to the track without incident. She wore a pale yellow version of the silk mini-dress Denise and Wendy used. Against her dark skin it was nearly transparent and she casually showed off the bright yellow thong Alicia had for her. She also wore a pair of spike-heeled sandals, with gold buckles. Mr. Jung bought them for her to wear to the race.
“I want you to feel pretty,” he said when Elise told him she could have worn the sandals Wendy had for the others.
“They are very nice, Muchas Gracias, Mr. Jung,” she smiled.
They went to the track to check in and Jacqui took her through the clinic. The technician took a urine specimen, and looked her over quickly. She was looking for obvious problems and possible infection spots that could infect the other ponygirls. Jacqui had to sign the forms, and initial the seals on the urine specimen vial.
Wendy had hired a second Pima man to go as a guard, and if Mrs. Rush decided to get started she would need another traveling guard. After the attempt on Keiko, the guard had to sit outside the stall whenever the ponygirls were inside. Ramon was with Elise all the time at the clinic, and stayed very close while the collar was off for her check-up. Ramon replaced the collar immediately when the technician was done with Elise. They went to find Marina, who had come in early yesterday and got Elise’s stall assignment. Marina was waiting outside the clinic door for them to come out. She led them to the assigned stall, Elise looked around at the stall. She was not real impressed with the ‘accommodations’.
“Don’t worry too much, once we get started, you’ll get into your pony mindset and forget all about this place. Last week you did it for three days, and that was at home,” Jacqui told her. Elise nodded.
“The sooner the better,” she said, as she wrinkled her nose.
Jacqui decided to just run away with the competition. In her first race the match with another new racer, Jacqui left her the length of the straightaway behind and gaining when the race was over. This late in the season there were not as many new racers, so the second qualifications were only one day. They were back for the finals after just one day of rest. That was all right for Elise; she only had the one lap race the day before.
When they lined up for the final, Elise had drawn the number one gate, but when Jacqui got there another ponygirl was already in the gate. It caused a bit of problem. The jockey agreed to move to her assigned gate, but wouldn’t get out of the gate. Mr. Jung came out onto the track, and stopped to talk to Jacqui.
“Can she win from another gate?”
“She’ll beat these nags from behind the gates,” Jacqui said. “It just frosts my ass, that she won’t get out of the way.”
“Well I made a bet with her owner, he seems to be behind this little coup. If Elise comes out behind what’s-her-name I will give him fifty thousand. However when we win, he will pay one hundred thousand, and I’ll give it to you and Elise.” Mr. Jung smiled, and nodded. Jacqui nodded back to him. She went to gate three and lined up.
“When the bell rang and the gates opened, she held Elise for one full second, and then sprang from the gate. The two sulkies on each side came together in front and then pulled away, but Elise wasn’t there. She came out after they had hit each other. Jacqui drove her to the rail and easily caught the leader. She passed just after they cleared the turn and ran away with the race. The track was one-eighth mile and the race was sixteen laps. Elise lapped the two who had tried to hit her at the start by halfway through, and was about to lap the interloper at the finish. Jacqui slowed her as they went around again, and went back to the stand for the urine specimen. Mr. Jung was there with Ramon to make sure nothing happened to Elise. They walked to the track gate together and then track security was there to escort them to the stall.
When Elise came out of the bath stall and Marina had her dressed in the tiny mini-dress and high-heeled sandals they set out for the landing strip. The track owner was at the gate when they were ready to leave. He flagged them over before they left.
“I’ve gotten word that something is planned for you, between here and the strip,” he said gravely. “It might be best if you go to the public airport, and have your plane pick you up there.”
“Ok, thanks. How much longer will that take us, to get going,” Mr. Jung asked?
“Well I made arraignments with the strip, your plane can take off right now and come into the airport. You can meet the plane on the taxiway. The local head of the NTSB* was here today, and approved it all ready. All you have to do is call your pilot and tell him to meet you there,” he said expansively. “You know, he won a bunch on your ‘girl.”
After that there was no further incident, they went home winners. There was the usual celebration at the ranch. Mrs. Rush even had Diane brought in for the party, but Diane wouldn’t wear clothes. She had her hoof-boots and upper chest harness on.
Mrs. Rush decided then to find a ponygirl and start racing herself. She wanted to make as much as she could and buy Diane’s contract. She would then put Diane in charge of her racing team.
Ahead in Chapter Seven: Erin, Stacy, and Veronika race for the championship.