Pony Girl Races

WARNING — There is mention of someone being treated and taken cruelly. This story includes non-con sex, incest, exhibitionism, humiliation, and lesbian sex.

Pony Girl Races takes a somewhat different approach to pony girls than many other stories. Part of that is one particular ranch being run differently. I also assume rules and regulations regarding pony girls may vary state to state and I set this in an unnamed state where I’ve decided the rules are different. If any readers or writers of pony girl stories are offended, I apologize, but felt I wanted my own take on this.

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My name is Melissa Ocean, better known as Missy, about 5’2″ and 110 pounds, with brunette hair. My dad is David Ocean, owner of Poseidon Farms, which is known for its top racing pony girls. Racing pony girls has long been a thing, but my dad was among the first to take it to new levels. Thousands of folks come out to see the pony girl races and they are even televised, though on adult only channels.

Dad was a very good high school track athlete, even making it to the state tournament, though not among the top finishers. In high school, he met my mother who was an even better track athlete. She took state titles at two different distances. She was not Olympic class, but could have gotten a college scholarship for track, but wasn’t really academically inclined.

They married right after high school, and my dad got a brilliant idea. Pony girl races were getting very big with pari-mutuel wagering and some nice purses for the winners. Dad realized that most of the pony girls didn’t have nearly the athletic ability of my mother. Beyond that, when my mom ran track she was in what was not much more than a bikini bottom and sports bra, only about a step up from being naked.

After they married, dad got mom to voluntarily indenture herself to him to run as a pony girl. Mom had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, along with some mild submissive tendencies, and she loved sex. In some ways, it was a perfect fit. Dad began racing mom as a pony girl and they were very successful as well as being very popular.

Obviously the pony girls hid basically nothing when they raced, which is one reason why so many people enjoyed watching them. Beyond that, the trainers would often ‘reward’ the ponies with sex after the race, which the spectators loved as well. The spectators had zero respect for the pony girls and loved nothing more than seeing them running around naked and getting fucked after.

Most of the trainers had little respect for their pony girls as well, and used them as they wished and treated them like livestock. My dad was different and treated my mom and others as elite athletes and thoroughbreds. Where most pony girls were kept in stalls in barns, my dad built a comfortable air conditioned barracks with a gang shower for his ponies.

Mom, being his wife, usually slept in the house with him much of the time, but would also spend time in the barracks to be ‘one of the girls’. Dad kept an eye out for talented athletic women when they got in financial of criminal difficulties and worked to snatch them up under voluntary indenture, before they were taken and sold on the open market.

Because he developed a reputation for treating his pony girls well, he had more than a few come to him before their problems hit the breaking point. The pony girls liked sex, but most trainers used the ponies whatever way they felt like. Dad found out what each pony liked and that was what he did. If a pony girl wasn’t fond of anal or oral, he didn’t do it. All this meant that girls who were likely to be ponies wanted my dad’s ranch.

Another point of difference was that on some ranches and in some parts of the country, pony girls were branded. Dad felt that was cruel, so he had the ranch’s brand tattooed on the asses of his girls. Put it all together, and dad had his choice of the most athletic pony girls available. He used that and had a super successful racing stable.

Mom was one of dad’s best racers, though she took a break to give birth to my sister Lindsay and me. She still races and frankly owns the senior circuit of pony girl racing, and regularly beats girls ten to fifteen years younger than her. Both Lindsay and I grew up very athletic and in fact both became good track athletes. She was about a year older than I was.

Lindsay was athletically much like my dad, good enough to reach state tournaments, but not good enough to excel there. When she turned eighteen, dad got her to sign a voluntary indenture and began to train her as a pony girl. She was full time pony girl for the first few months, training during the day, racing on weekends, and sleeping in the dorm with the other ponies.

Dad trained Lindsay for over a month before her race debut. Sure she was an experienced track athlete, but she was used to running straight away, not pulling a small sulky with a driver. Being under 18, I was not allowed at the race, even if I was her sister. I was not even supposed to be able to see the video, though at some point I managed. Growing up with my sister, I’d seen her naked, but no matter.

Lindsay got off to a good start, but there was one other girl who stayed right with her. You could see Lindsay was really pushing it, but so was the other girl. About three quarters of the way through, the other girl tried to break away, but Lindsay stayed with her. About halfway between there and the finish, the other pony girl faltered, and Lindsay shut her down and won by more than a length.

Lindsay had given it everything in order to win, but the other girl had simply run out of what it took. As I said, the trainer or driver rewarded his pony girl with sex for her efforts. As I found, Lindsay was particularly fond of anal. In the finish area, her driver, petted her, gently extracted the horse tail butt plug, lubed up his cock and her hole and plunged his cock into her ass.

The crowd roared, even louder than they had for the victory. For all her exhaustion, it was clear that my sister loved the butt fucking that she was getting right there on the track. Sam, her driver loved it even more than she did, and as his cock hammered her well toned and sweaty ass, the audience went absolutely wild.

Frankly, though the crowd loved seeing naked women running around the track in races, most of them came to see the pony girls get fucked after their races. When I saw the images of Lindsay getting fucked and heard the crowd reaction, I had an orgasm without ever even touching myself. It had largely been expected that Lindsay and I would race when we hit that age, but that made it certain that I would.

It was the vicarious thrill of very public exhibitionism and public sex that really wound me up. I could not wait until it was my turn to do the same.

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I should mention that another thing my dad did was to share the race winnings with the pony girls. Obviously he had the costs of their indenture, along with the costs of training and housing them. And since he housed his girls better, those costs were higher. Sometimes dad had to pay off debts the girls had incurred and that had to be paid out of what they earned.

Half the race winnings went to dad for his overhead. Once the indenture costs were covered, the other half went into an account for that pony girl. A successful pony girl who spent five years with us, could easily walk away with a six figure nest egg. Given that, and the decent treatment of the pony girls, most of them stayed with dad for as long as they were competitive.

With most pony girls, unless they had a strong submissive streak or loved exhibitionism, they got out sd soon as their indenture was complete. Since my dad treated his ponies so much better, they stayed longer, were happier, and performed better than the pony girls from many of our competitors. Punishment is a motivator, but not as strong as reward.

B.F. Skinner, years ago in his studies in operant conditioning showed that positive reinforcement was far superior to negative reinforcement. My dad tried to provide plenty of positive reinforcement, between decent food, decent lodging, and mostly gentle treatment. He also used sex as a reward for good behavior and good performance, and our pony girls got plenty of good sex.

Sadly, not everything works out. We had one talented racer, Jen who suffered a career ending knee injury. After surgery, she had to walk with a brace on her knee, and while she was mobile, was never going to race again. Dad could have simply sold her to a brothel, where they’d have fucked her silly, but she didn’t want that. We used her as a house servant and had her help some with training the girls.

We had another pony girl who utterly hated being publically fucked after the races. Dad had tried to explain that to her before she signed on, but she didn’t get it. Most other ranches wouldn’t care, and would have raced her and fucked her anyway, and punished her if she complained. She decided she’d rather be in a brothel, where she might get fucked even more, but it wouldn’t be public.

Much like mother, Lindsay was not academically inclined, so she was more than happy simply to race as a pony girl. She did quite well, winning most of her races, though not as many as mom at the same age. Still she was among the top pony girls in the state. She seemed to relish it all, both the racing and the sex.

I was academically talented, as well as being an excellent athlete. When I graduated from high school, I had some of the best grades in my graduating class, and those grades were in honors classes, not the easy stuff. I ran track at state and won two events and medaled in two others. I wanted to further my education, but also use my athletic ability to benefit my family. I had turned eighteen just before graduation, and sat down to talk to my dad.

“How do I do this, dad? How do I do both?”

“You should do both.”

“I want my education.”

“We have a university in town. It has evening classes for working people.”

“But won’t racing get in the way?”

“You train during the day. You race weekends. You take classes and study at night.”

“Sounds easier than it is.”

“So it might take you more than four years to get a degree.”

“But what about a masters degree?”

“There are evening masters programs.”

“I want to be one of your pony girls.”

“You’re already in super condition. We get you pony girl trained over the summer.”

“And in the fall?”

“Start evening classes, and keep training during the day.”

“You think that will work?”

“Baby girl, if anyone can do that, you can.”

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As school was finishing, I talked with some of my friends about life after high school. Most of them were either planning on college or going to work. I was somewhat hesitant to discuss my plans in detail.

“So you’re going to college in the fall?”

“Evening classes.”

“Why evening classes? There’s more options for daytime classes and you can have some fun at night.”

“I may try to work during the day.”

“Your folks have money, why do you need to work?”

“I want to work.”

“What sort of work?”

“Something at my parent’s ranch.”

“Oh fuck. I’d get as far away from that shit as I could.”

“I want to get my degree and run the ranch when I get older.”

“Why don’t you just run a whorehouse?”

“Our girls are athletes.”

“Your girls are stupid sluts who enjoy getting fucked in public.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Not fair? You gotta be stupid to let yourself get in that situation, and slutty as fuck to run around naked and then get fucked in front of thousands of people.”

“Not every pony girl is forced into that.”

“No, the others are the mega-sluts.”

I was still determined to become a pony girl, but clearly I was not going to talk about that work with my so-called friends. I never realized that my friends were so judgmental about pony girls and pony girl racing, though I found that most of the females felt that way. Most of the males wanted nothing more than to fuck a pony girl, and had no respect for anyone who was one.

Some of my friends thought I should be running track for my college. I had to tell them that working would make that impossible.

“Talk to the coaches and your employer. They should be willing to juggle schedules to let you train and work.”

“I’ll be working for my family.”

“Your family damn sure ought to be willing to let you work track training around your job.”

“It’s just too much. I can’t do it.”

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I talked to my dad about the type of voluntary indenture that I’d work under. I’d be a normal pony girl during the day, but wear clothes and be a normal college girl at night. For the summers and for winter and spring breaks, I’d even live in the dorms as a pony girl. I didn’t want the other girls to think I felt I was better than they were.

Lindsay lived in the pony girl dorm most of the time, and while my mother usually spent her nights in the house, she’d spend some time in the dorms too, particularly just before a race. During the college term, I was often in the house to study and have computer and internet. Other times, it felt good to be one of the girls.

As I said, dad had his ranch brand tattooed on his girls’ asses, and quickly got me done up. Since his name was Ocean, he thought it would be clever to have the ranch be Poseidon Farms, since Poseidon was god of the sea. For our brand he had a modified trident, which was Poseidon’s symbol, but the haft of the trident had a circle and a cross, like the symbol for women. That alluded to both the farm name and that it was a pony girl farm.

I stripped, both to get my tattoo brand and to begin my training. I would not get clothes back until the fall semester was ready to start. I registered for my classes online, before starting training. I was in great track shape, just not pony girl shape. Dad had me harnessed up, sunscreen put on, and horse tail butt plug inserted.

He spent some time just running me through some drills. I first ran without the sulky, then with an empty sulky, then with him as the driver in the sulky. He unhitched me again and had me run some more drills, and made sure I was well hydrated. Dad always tried to look out for the health of his pony girls. That not only made them more appreciative, but kept them more capable.

Dad hitched me up to a sulky again and took me out for a time trial. It was definitely harder than just a straight run, but I’d been working on leg presses, and even practiced pulling something as I ran. It was a long way from the best run I’d ever done, but I felt like for an initial run as a pony girl I didn’t do too badly. He took me to a measured course and timed me.

“Damn, Missy I’ve never had a pony girl go that fast on their first run.”

“Does that mean I get a reward?”

Dad paused, because the reward a pony girl gets for doing well, is sex. He looked like he’d really like to fuck me, but also like he was apprehensive about screwing his little girl. He walked over to me, stroked my head, as though I were indeed his pet and his pony. He ran his hand down my back but stopped before he got to my ass.

“I’ll take you back and have one of the trainers reward you.”

“You’re my driver. You should reward me.”

“I’m not sure I should be the one to do that.”

“You reward mom, you’ve rewarded Lindsay. You should reward me too.”

“How do you know…?”

“I know.”

“But you’re my little girl.”

“And Lindsay wasn’t?”

“Lindsay turned eighteen months before school ended and had been with a couple of guys before I ever touched her.”

“Besides, your little girl is eighteen now and wants you to be the first man in her pussy.”

“You mean no one…?”

“I know mom told you my hymen got torn in that accident a couple years ago, but I’ve waited for this.”

“You know most pony girl trainers would punish you for making any demands.”

I bent over, presenting my ass and pussy to my daddy, and spreading my legs to open up completely. He had to be able to see, not only my ass, but also my shaved pussy, which was already wet at the thought of being fucked. He paused, but I could see him looking at me, and could see the desire in his eyes. I could also see the hard cock in his pants.

“So switch my ass, but please fuck me. I’m indentured so the incest rules don’t apply.”

My dad took his lash and gave me one across the ass. It stung like hell, but somehow I still felt happy. He proceeded to give me two more lashes and by then my ass burned pretty good. Through my legs, I could see him set his lash down and walk up behind me. He moved my horse tail out of the way, and I knew what was coming, and my cunt was so wet it was dripping.

I saw and heard his zipper open and saw him pull out his cock. I was holding my breath as he put one hand on my hip while he held his prick with the other. He moved right behind me and I felt him take the head of his rod and slide it over my nether lips. I could see the moisture from me coating the head of his member as he stroked me without entering. I moaned and gasped for air.

“Are you sure about this, baby?”

I pushed my hips back, which got the head of his dick just inside my sweetness. Daddy moaned and slowly eased his pleasure stick deeper into my love tunnel. I felt myself being stretched out as he penetrated ever deeper. It hurt a little, but that hurt was more than offset by the physical and emotional pleasure of having the cock whose seed had produced me plumbing the depths of my pussy.

“Oh God, you’re so tight, baby.”

“You feel so good, daddy.”

I could feel his hips tight against my ass, which told me he was all the way in. He let it rest there briefly, so I could get used to his size. I began to squirm and edge back and forth, which made him pull nearly out of me before easing back in again. He took it slow to start, until it was obvious that I was really enjoying it.

As he went along, he picked up speed, until he was pounding me pretty fast and hard. I moaned and loved every stroke of it. He had both his hands of my hips, keeping me steady as he more furiously plowed my fertile ground. As he got into it, he moved one hand up to play with my boobs as he pounded me.

I had seen pony girls getting fucked, even though I was supposed to be shielded from such things. I had imagined what that would be like if I was the pony girl. Now I was that pony and it was everything I expected and more. Normally dad can keep it going longer, but perhaps the knowledge that he was rogering his own daughter added to it, because pretty quickly he filled me with his baby batter.

He held me tight as his cock twitched, unloading his cum deep into my cunt. I know my knees were weak, and in looking at him, it almost seemed like his were a bit weak as well. He stood there with his prick in me until it began to soften. Then it felt like it started to get harder again, and he pulled it out of me and tucked it in his pants and zipped up.

“Understand, girl, that I may do that with pony girl Missy, but I will never do that with my daughter Melissa.”

“Yes, master.”

“If you have a good time going back, I’ll have another trainer give you a reward also.”

“Thank you, master.”

He hitched me back up and I think I was even faster on the return trip than on the one out. To be fair, I think I only beat it by a second, but I was really moving. We got back and he had another trainer wash me down after giving me another reward. By that time, I was exhausted, as well as feeling pretty well fucked. I was naked, as were all the pony girls and lay down on my bed and was out until dinner.

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I spent my first month as a pony girl just doing training and the first day more or less set the tone for the first month. I worked my ass off, constantly trying to get stronger and faster. I also got fucked quite regularly, by all the trainers, including my father. I liked all of them, but especially liked it when it was my dad who gave me my rewards.

After a month of serious training, it was time for my first real race. For the first three months a pony girl can race as a novice, unless or until she has won five races. I found I was in a race against a pony girl who was two months into that and already had three wins. There were a couple of other girls in the race also, but only the one seemed to be serious competition.

I was a little nervous, though you’d think after all the track meets I’d done that nerves would be well behind me. At the gun, the other girl started strong. It appeared her strategy was to dominate from the opening. To her shock, I stayed right with her. I think she and her driver expected me to tire, but I didn’t. We got half way through, and she tried to break away, but I stayed with her.

I glanced over and she seemed shocked that anyone could keep up with her. A little farther along, I decided to put it into another gear. I surged ahead and I knew she was trying to keep up with me. She briefly caught me, but frankly could not keep up that pace, especially when I went into my final kick. I beat her easily and the other girls were so far behind us that it was absurd.

Beyond the purse for the race, dad had put a good sized bet on me, and given the other girl’s track record, got very good odds and a nice payoff. The crowd was first hushed as my win was quite unexpected. Then a roar slowly built up until it was almost deafening. They might have been shocked, and might have lost money on their bets, but they still loved it.

As I’ve said, after the race, the driver rewards his pony girl. Once I’d caught my breath, I was taken for exactly that. In practice, the winner goes first, then second place, then third. I was more than eager as my trainer petted my ass, then got my horse tail out of the way. As he plunged his cock into me and I squealed my pleasure, the crowd roared even louder than before. I think I came twice before he unloaded into me.

Ben, my driver, was my second most favorite trainer, after my father, and always managed to make me feel good as he rewarded me. As he fucked me, he has one hand stroking my clit as his other hand played with my breasts. Put it all together and I was a very happy pony girl as Ben filled my pony pussy with his nice prick.

Here I was, with easily ten thousand people watching as I got fucked following my race. I later learned there were more than eleven thousand in the stands with something like five times that number watching on video feed. I came for a third time as Ben filled my love canal with his jizz, and it must have been obvious to the fans because they went from a roar that I’d already thought was deafening to one that seemed to shake the entire arena.

As Ben led me off to the stables to cool down, the other girl’s trainer began to take her. He had an enormous dick and was pounding her ass with it. Unlike me, she seemed not to be enjoying it so much. I found out later that she didn’t like anal, which her driver knew, but since she lost to me, he took her that way in part as punishment for losing the race.

I was one of four racers that dad had in various races at that track that day. Every one of us won our races, which made dad ecstatic and got him and us an excellent payday. My trainer cleaned me up and petted me after my race and told me what a great job I’d done. It felt good to hear that, though of course my greatest reward was the fucking I got post-race.

As I cooled down, I began to think that perhaps my school friend had been right. I didn’t have to do this, and had been offered track scholarships to several universities. At those, I’d have trained just as hard, but been wearing some clothes, albeit skimpy and just running and studying. Sure I could have dated and found all the cock I could have wanted.

I must be some kind of slut to race around naked in front of thousands of people and then get publically fucked after my race. Beyond that, my training regimen, included regular fucks from my trainers when I did well. I loved all that and loved both the nudity and the sex. I signed a voluntary indenture so I could have that. So indeed, I must be some kind of slut to get off on it all.

After the races, my dad was checking on me when we were visited by Roger Xavier, the multi-millionaire who owned the girl I had beaten in my race. Roger was dripping money and tried to buy the fastest and most beautiful pony girls that he could. He had one of the top racing teams in the country, but reportedly he also enjoyed getting his jollies by fucking his pony girls at great length.

“That was a great race, David. I was surprised to see anyone beat my little filly.”

“Missy here is a top notch athlete.”

“You must have gotten her by private sale. If I’d seen her, you’d never have outbid me.”

“You know I don’t get most of my ponies at public sales.”

“How much do you want for this filly?”

“Missy isn’t for sale.”

“Seriously, name your price.”

With the money Roger had, if my dad named any price, even a ridiculous one, Roger could easily have paid it. The top price I’d heard of being paid for a champion pony girl was a million, and Roger could do that and more just from petty cash. Roger looked at me with lust filled eyes and I knew he’d love to fill every one of my holes with his cock.

“I could never, ever sell Missy.”

“She’s a hell of a racer, and not bad looking, but she’s just a filly.”

“She’s more than just a filly to me.”

“You already have one of the top racing stables around. I know you could easily replace this filly.”

“I don’t want to replace this filly.”

“With her and Chloe, I’d have the core of a champion racing team.”

“Missy was a voluntary indenture and one of the stipulations was no resale.”

“I have lawyers who I’m sure could find ways to break that.”

“I don’t want to sell, and I’m not sure Missy wants to be sold. Do you, Missy?”

“No, master. I want to stay with you at Poseidon Farms.”

“Shit, man. I can afford to buy your whole goddamned farm.”

“I’m sure you could, but Missy and a few others have indenture agreements tied to me personally.”

“With all the ponies you have, why do you care about one damned filly?”

“My pony girls are more to me than just livestock.”

“I want this one and I’ll do what I can to get her.”

“Missy is staying with me.”

Roger stormed off, quite unhappy that he had failed at his attempt to buy me from my daddy. Roger was someone who was used to getting what he wanted and would pay whatever the cost to get it. Not only that but he was far less nice to his pony girls than my dad was. For him, pony girls were to be used and then discarded when they were no longer useful. He reportedly sold his older ponies to brothels.

“There’s no way he can get me is there?”

“Your indenture is to me personally, and if I die, it goes to your mother. If we both pass, you’re released from indenture.”

“You said there was a no resale clause?”

“Any sale voids all indenture.”

“Thank you daddy.”

“Anything for my little girl.”

“Why didn’t you tell him I was your daughter?”

“He might publicize that my own daughter was a pony girl. Besides, he’d have no compunctions about buying or selling a daughter.”

“I don’t like or trust that man.”

“He’s wealthy, but not all powerful. Not everything or everyone is for sale.”

“I’m glad you refused to give any price for me.”

“I remember the story of the rock group that avoided licensing their music for commercials by quoting outrageous prices. That worked until a billionaire businessman, said ‘fine’ and agreed to pay that.”

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I still had more than a month to go before the fall term started. Dad trained me hard and raced me several more times, all of which I won. Roger avoided having his pony girls race against me. His girl Chloe won two more races, when I wasn’t a competitor, and graduated out of novice. I quickly won enough races to move up from novice, but Roger’s team avoided any races that included me.

It felt strange having the fall term start and putting on clothes to go to class. I still trained hard during the day, and still raced on the weekends. Even though it had only been a short time, I was no longer sure how to be an ordinary girl. Still I wore my jeans and tee shirts, with bra and panties, though the undergarments particularly felt weird.

Though the university was in town, because I was doing evening classes, I knew very few of the other students. In some ways that was preferable. I started going by Melissa to distinguish myself from Missy, my pony girl persona. Depending on the student, pony girl racing was either very popular or quite unpopular.

A lot of straight guys seemed to love pony girl races and often paid to see the video feed if they could not attend in person. Even though betting was an important part of the races, there was a hefty cover charge to attend, and even a pretty good fee to watch the video. A lot of guys would pool their money to pay for the video, and watch as a group.

Some of the guys were big fans of pony girl Missy, but mercifully never associated her with their classmate Melissa. I was clothed and I think they mostly looked at pussy, ass and boobs, all of which I had covered in school. To the extent that they even looked at Missy’s face, it was partly obscured by blinders and goggles. There was one female classmate, Naomi who looked at me funny though.

Naomi looked Hispanic, though her name wasn’t. She was about four inches taller than me, but still slender. She had black hair that fell to her shoulders with liquid brown eyes. She had a cute face and a very nice shape, probably with c cup breasts. Her ass had a nice curve to it, without being too pronounced.

“You’re very tan, you must spend a lot of time outdoors.”

“My family has a ranch. I spend a lot of time working there.”

“I’d love a chance to see your ranch some time.”

Shit, what could I say beside the fact that I’d never let that happen. Set one foot on the ranch during the day and I’d be thoroughly outed as a pony girl. I know I had to have looked nervous. I was scrambling for some kind of rationalization to keep her far away from our ranch. She looked and be and stared straight into my eyes as she smiled.

“We’re really busy, and don’t have time for visitors.”

“Maybe I could help out.”

“The — uh — work is very technical. It takes a while to train someone to be useful.”

“If you get a slow day, I’d love a chance to see a working ranch.”

“I’ll — um — keep that in mind.”

“Melissa, that’s a pretty name.”

“Thanks.”

“I had a friend named Melissa growing up.”

“Oh, really, that’s nice.”

“Her family called her Missy.”

“Given the use of that in some circles, you understand why I’d prefer Melissa.”

She smiled at me, and then to my shock, stroked the side of my head. It was the same kind of stroke my driver had given me after my last race. I knew she had to have seen it, and knew that unlike most of the horny boys, she looked at more than my naughty bits. I knew that somehow Naomi had figured out that Melissa was pony girl Missy. She leaned forward and gave me a delicate kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll talk to you later, Missy.”

I was on edge for days afterwards wondering whether Naomi would spill the beans. I looked at people, wondering if they saw Melissa or pony girl Missy. Let’s be fair, I wasn’t ashamed of being a pony girl, but it was a form of sex work and all such things were sadly still considered shameful by large swaths of society.

Most pony girls were slaves, unless like me they voluntarily indentured. The majority of people didn’t even consider slaves to be people, and treated them worse than they did their own pets. Hell, some folks treated their pets like they were family, and sometimes better than they treated their own relatives. Slaves were well below that.

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After a little while, I found Naomi hanging out with me outside of class. It became more so when the class was assigned group projects, and Naomi maneuvered to be in the same group as me. Even though I was scared, I had to spend time with her working on the project. Most of that time the other two in our group were around but not always. One time after the others left, Naomi began to chat.

“I wonder what it would be like to be a pony girl.”

“From what I’ve heard, it’s generally pretty rough.”

“How so?”

“Most pony girls are slaves.”

“Aren’t some voluntary?”

“Depending on the contract, they might not be treated better than ordinary slaves.”

“They seem to enjoy what they do.”

“They have to pretend or be punished. Many owners whip their ponies and use them sexually any way and any time they want.”

“Is it really that bad?”

“Most pony girls are kept in stalls in barns and fed some slop they call pony girl chow.”

“You seem to know a lot about it.”

“There are pony girl ranches around here, and people talk.”

“They can’t all be that bad.”

“Do you want to spend your days running around basically naked, then being fucked in public?”

“There are girls who might enjoy that if the other treatment was decent.”

“Be careful what you ask for.”

“I wouldn’t look down on a girl if she chose to do that.”

“Then you’re better than most, who just see a pony girl as a sub-human who they’d like to fuck.”

“So is that why you don’t admit you’re Missy?”

“How could I be Missy? I’m wearing clothes, going to school, and taking classes.”

“Save your lame attempts at denial.”

“Even if I were, you couldn’t possibly know that.”

“And yet I do, and you are.”

“Please don’t tell anyone.”

“Then I want to come to your ranch and see pony girl Missy in training and enjoy her after.”

“Why?”

“I don’t see Missy as sub-human, but I do see her as someone I’d like to fuck.”

With that, Naomi leaned forward and gave me a very long passionate kiss. I’d never been with another woman, and honestly never ever kissed one. I found myself kissing her back and we spent quite a while kissing. Nobody gave us a hard time about kissing, but I knew Naomi wanted to touch a lot more. I’m not sure why but I wanted that also.

As a pony girl, I got fucked a lot, and the way my dad ran his ranch, it was done in ways I liked. When I was still in high school I’d kissed a few boys, but never felt anything like what I did when Naomi and I kissed. As nice as fucking was, this felt like something different, and while it felt very good, I still felt apprehensive.

“I’ve never been with a girl before. I’m not sure that’s what I want.”

“Are you sure it’s not what you want?”

“I don’t know what I want.”

“Maybe we could find out.”

“I have to get home. Tomorrow is Wednesday. I have two days to train, then rest so I can race on Saturday.”

“Sunday, you’re mine.”

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I got home and ran into dad almost as soon as I got in the door. I guess I looked rather disturbed, because he immediately took me to the living room and sat me down. He sat me on the sofa and sat alongside me. He petted my head which brought back a quick flash of Naomi doing the same thing. I guess I tensed up, which was unusual.

“What’s the matter, baby?”

“Nothing, really.”

“Missy, I know you too well to believe that.”

“Someone at school figured out that I’m Missy the pony girl.”

“I suppose they want sex.”

“Yes.”

“Have him come out to the ranch. I’ll straighten him out.”

“It’s not a him, it’s a her. Her name is Naomi.”

“I’ll be damned. Well get her out here anyway.”

Dad told me to invite her for Friday, and then he got her name and phone number and made some phone calls. I did my studying and training and classes and invited Naomi to come to the ranch on Friday. Friday is the day when I had no evening classes so after training I spent the night in the pony girl dorm with all the other girls, including my sister.

Dad seemed to be quite happy, which puzzled me, since he knew that Naomi basically was threatening to out me as Missy the pony girl unless I had sex with her. Friday came, and dad got me in full pony girl regalia and we were together as Naomi arrived. My dad waved for her to come over to us, which seemed to puzzle her, but she joined us.

“Damn girl, you look good enough to eat.”

“You must be Naomi. I’ve David Ocean, the owner of this ranch and Missy’s father.”

“Her father? I can’t believe that any father…”

“Missy wanted to do this.”

“Really? Damn.”

“You know, Cardinal Richelieu said ‘Give me six lines written by the most honest man, and I will find something in them to have him hanged,'”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Everyone, if you check closely enough has done something to warrant getting them enslaved.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“For my daughter, I might. But I don’t have to. You can follow the rules of my ranch.”

“Meaning what?”

“My ponies enjoy sex, but they get to put some limits on how and when. Also they get sex from their trainers and drivers, not just anyone who wants to fuck them.”

“What does that mean for me?”

“We can train you to be her driver. You’re a good size for that, and Missy knows what she’s doing. When it’s time for her to be rewarded, you can fuck her in ways she finds acceptable.”

“And if I don’t like that?”

“I think you’d make an excellent pony girl.”

“I’ll get a lawyer.”

“I’ve checked. You can’t afford the kind of lawyer it would take to beat this.”

“What do you think you have on me?”

“Some of your high school friends ratted on you about your hijinks.”

“What kinds of sex would Missy accept?”

“She likes cocks in her pussy, but not in her mouth or ass. You can wear a strap on for that.”

“Okay.”

“Missy, would you be willing to try licking Naomi’s pussy?”

“Yes, dad — I mean master.”

“If she likes it, you can get that.”

“I guess that will have to do.”

Dad took Naomi and began to teach her the basics of being a driver while my trainer worked with me. Since I had a race the next day, we used the old track training method of having an easier workout the day before a race, to loosen muscles and build confidence, while not overly exerting or exhausting oneself.

We had a couple of pony girls who would not be racing the next day, so dad had Naomi work with them to give her some confidence in being a driver. Since the driver is in the sulky being pulled by the pony girl, it is not as challenging as being a horse racing jockey. He actually had Naomi and one of our experienced drivers race with two of our pony girls who had the next day off.

Dad gave Naomi the faster pony girl and she managed to beat the more experienced driver, which pleased dad. Admittedly, she had the faster pony, but they weren’t that different in capability. Somehow, I think the other driver let Naomi take the race, even when he could have won, but she was still competent. If she hadn’t been, he’d have made her look bad.

After her race, Naomi got to fuck her pony girl with a strap on. Zoe liked most everything, so Naomi had full rein, so to speak. Naomi took Zoe’s pussy and managed to really please Zoe in doing so. As dad always says, it’s more important to reward your pony than to punish her. By the end of the training day, Naomi had a far better idea of what truly was involved in pony girl racing.

Naomi and I did a gentle run at the end of the training day, with her as the driver in my sulky. Naomi was actually a good size for a driver, not to light or too heavy. Dad had my trainer hold off on rewarding me so Naomi could do that after our run. There was never any suggestion that she could be my driver for Saturday. We want the best possible driver for a high stakes race. We got back to the main training facility, and Naomi used the strap on to reward me for what I’d done.

“When we talked with your dad earlier, you said you’d be willing to try licking my pussy.”

I was unhitched from the sulky, and she took off her jeans and panties along with her bra and top. I felt a little hesitant, since I’d never done that. Rather than simply push me down to her pussy, she pulled me to her and kissed me. It was a long passionate kiss, and I found myself melting onto it. Before long, she began to play with my boobs, which most of the other trainers and drivers didn’t bother with much.

I was already wet down below from being fucked a bit earlier, but this seemed to make me wetter. As we kissed and as she played with my breasts, she took my hands and placed them on her tits. I’d touched my own more than a few times, but had never touched another woman’s mammaries. I knew how hard my nipples could get when fondling them, but hers were even harder. We spent a long time kissing and caressing each other’s boobs, before she pulled back and looked at me.

“Missy, I don’t want to ask you to do something I won’t do. Let me lick your pussy first, before you lick mine.”

She had me sit and spread my legs wide, then got down on her knees in front of me. I’d been fucked many times during training and racing, but never had anyone lick my pussy. My dad handed her a damp cloth and she sweetly wiped my labia and my shaved groin. After she wiped it, she brought the cloth to her nose and sniffed it. She smiled and set the cloth aside before leaning in for a quick lick of my vagina.

She did another lick with her tongue going inside my outer labia. I could not help but lean back and moan. I heard her moan as well, and that really made my cunny tingle. She spent some time licking before she snuck a finger inside me. She found my g spot about the time she also found my clit. She sucked the clit between her lips before returning to licking me.

I enjoy sex and had it many times since I became a pony girl, but this was sex on another level. We were both moaning to the point where we attracted an audience, though neither of us was aware of that until after she brought me to the best orgasm I’d ever experienced. It even tingled as she pulled her finger out of me. I think I shrieked as I climaxed, and came back to this world to the sound of applause.

Clearly our audience approved of what we’d done and now I guess wanted to see round two. I was a strong runner and a strong pony girl, which left me shocked at how weak my legs felt after what she’d done. I got up and Naomi sat down and spread her legs wide showing me her shaved pussy. I could see a little pleading in her eyes as I got on my knees in front of her.

The damp cloth was still there, or maybe it was a new one, I’d been so out of it, I wasn’t sure. I gently wiped her as she had me, and set it aside. I later remembered that she’d sniffed it after wiping me, but I hadn’t thought to do that. I looked up at her face and smiled before leaning closer. She had a sweet mucky aroma that was somehow appealing.

I gave her a tentative lick, which made her moan. She had kind of a tangy taste, neither sweet nor bitter but with a bit of a tang. I did a few more licks, and while it might have seemed odd to lick a pussy, it was actually quite pleasant and she seemed to be enjoying it immensely. I could feel her upper body rocking back and forth as I continued to lick. I remembered that she’d stuck a finger in me so I stuck one in her.

“Oh God, Missy, that’s wonderful.”

As I continued to lick, her clit began to peek out at the top of her slit. I dove onto that and worked on it like it was the greatest thing ever. She loved it but after a while told me I needed to back off. Apparently it was possible to give the clit too much attention. I mostly licked lower with the occasional lick over her clit, until her thighs clutched my head and shrieked and moaned and cried while calling my name.

She relaxed her legs and pushed my head back, as we got another round of applause from our audience, which seemed to have grown from the last time. By that time, I think every trainer, driver, and pony girl were there watching us, including my mother, sister, and father. She stood and pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. We kissed and held each other all the way back to the showers in the pony dorm.

There is a gang shower in the pony girls’ dorm and I don’t even know if anyone else was there while we were. My focus was wholly on Naomi and I think one of us was touching the other every second we were there. We slowly washed every inch of each other’s body, kissing things as we washed them. It was a shower like none other that I’d ever had in my life.

We finally finished our shower and dried each other off slowly and tenderly. We then joined the others for pony girl mess. Dad feeds his ponies well and has someone cook for us all, and while it may not be gourmet, it is tasty and quite decent. Naomi was as naked as the rest of us, and we sat together through our meal.

After eating, we went to a dorm room, turned out the lights and kissed, cuddled, and touched until we fell asleep. I could not stay up late, since I had a big race the next day, but slept with her curled up next to me. Two of us on a single bed might seem cramped, but it just felt cozy and I had a very contented sleep.

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I woke up next to a still nude Naomi and while I’d have loved to spend my morning making love to her, I knew I had a high stakes race and had to warm up, get ready and be transported to the race track. Her clothes had been washed and dried and were outside my room. She dressed though I think we’d both rather she had been able to stay naked.

The track was only a couple hours from our ranch, so we didn’t have to drive over the night before, which was nice. Most tracks have terrible accommodations for pony girls, usually just barn stalls with hay to sleep on and blankets to keep warm. For the trip, dad has an air conditioned trailer with places for us to sit, though often we are so eager that we stand and move around a lot.

Lindsay and I were among our racers along with two other pony girls. Dad had me in my first high stakes race and I was gearing myself up for a serious run. This would be the toughest competition I’d ever faced and I didn’t want to let the family down. Rather than running in a senior’s race, mother was going to be my driver.

I knew she would push me to my limits in order to win, which was good, though I might have some lash marks on my ass when they race was over. I knew that once we were back in the barn, she’d put salve in my lashes, and she wasn’t excessive about it like many drivers are. I’d seen a number of pony girls who looked almost like they’d been whipped at the end of a race, with welts all over their back and ass.

I was a serious competitor and had been through many track meets and a number of pony girl races. My whole focus was on my race and any other thoughts were pushed out of my mind. There were several other races before mine, so I had to bide my time. Lindsay was in the first race, and though it was close, she won. Darla also eked out a win in her race before mine came up.

Mother told me that one of the other pony girls always did a very fast start, but usually could not hold the pace. Another one was a very fast closer, and we had to be careful not to have her get by us at the end. The others were very solid competitors who could easily beat us if we made any mistakes. We knew we had to run not only fast, but also smart.

Sure enough when the race started, the one jumped out to a quick lead. I didn’t let her get too far ahead but didn’t challenge her early. I could see her begin to falter, and took my cue to race by her. I wasn’t sure where our fast closer was but I just wanted to run my best race. As we neared the finish, mom gave me a lash and I could hear another pony close by.

I kicked it up another gear, though I’d felt I was already running full out. I ran faster than I even knew I could and could feel the closer keeping pace with me. I looked at the video later, and I was half a length ahead of her when she tried to pass me, but we were both running so all out that she just didn’t have enough left and as I crossed the finish line, turned to see her just behind me.

We slowed down to a trot to cool down, and I saw that her driver had really been pushing her. Not only were there welts all over her, but there was blood as well. I couldn’t help but pity her, as I knew she must really have suffered. Dad never, ever let us be beaten like that, and I couldn’t imagine what kind of driver would do that to his pony.

Besides the race purse, the girl I’d beaten had been the favorite in the race, and dad had put a nice bet down on me, figuring that I could win. Mother had a strap on and gave me a good fucking to the cheers of the crowd, before we went back to the stables. I was hot, sweaty and as exhausted as I ever remember being after any race.

When I got to the stables, Naomi was there and hugged me tight, in spite of my sweatiness, and even though the welts on my back hurt from the hug. I only had a few welts and mom gave Naomi the salve and she put salve on all my welts, kissing the back of my neck and kissing parts of my back and ass as she relieved my discomfort.

It wasn’t terrible, and certainly nothing like the girl I’d beaten, but I suspected I’d be sleeping on my side for the next couple of days. Once I felt better, Naomi took me and hosed me off and dried me, except for my back, which was still a little too tender, then reapplied the salve. We waited together in my stall, until our last girl had run.

She finished second, which was still respectable, and honestly about what my dad had expected. You don’t have to win every race to do well, and frankly it is smarter not to win every one. If you always win, folks will never challenge you or will cheat to try to win. A track official came by later to get a blood and urine sample to make sure I hadn’t used any performance enhancing drugs.

As we were packing up to leave, I saw the pony girl I’d beaten in my race. I swear, it looked worse than at the end of the race. I wondered if they’d beaten her further after the race. As is the case with many pony girls, she was strapped into a trailer, standing up, though it was pretty clear the girl was in some pain. I was sorry for her, but her pain came from her owners, not from me.

Naomi sat with me in our trailer going home. I know she would have loved to put her arm around me but even if I was nowhere close to what the other girl suffered, I was still a little too tender. I put my arm around her and leaned on her shoulder for the whole trip back. Of course, I’d gotten plenty of water, along with some food after my race but still had the roughest day yet as a pony girl.

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When we returned to the ranch, all four racing pony girls headed for the showers. We’d all been hosed down after our races, but it wasn’t the same. We were joined by Naomi, who shed her clothes as she followed us. In the showers, Lindsay gave me a gentle hug and a kiss on the cheek, as did the others. They hugged and kissed each other too.

Naomi and I washed and dried each other again, by which time we were ready for pony girl mess. Naomi being Hispanic had some color, while the rest of us were well tanned. She remained naked for mess, and apart from lack of a brand, she was almost indistinguishable from the group of pony girls. Naomi and I cuddled and I hadn’t really noticed it before but there were two pony girl couples cuddling also.

Had our physical affection brought out their own, or had it freed them to more openly express what they felt and done all along. By bedtime, it seemed like everyone had found someone to cuddle with. Okay, we all got plenty of sex after our training and races, but there’s a difference between fucking and tenderness. I felt like there had been a dearth of tenderness, and we were all expressing it now.

Naomi and I retired to my dorm room and tenderly made love until we went to sleep. Based on the sounds I heard, I feel pretty sure we weren’t the only ones doing that. We spent some time making love Sunday morning before we settled into studying. I often did my Sunday studies on the pony girl dorm. Our wifi reached that far and it was easier in some ways.

Naomi had brought her books and computer and went naked to her car to get them. The girls in the pony dorm never wore anything approaching clothes and I never did when I was there. Naomi stayed that way as well. Things went well and we got a lot of reading and assignments done, when we got a ping from our two group members who wanted a video meeting to discuss the project. We got on the meeting but without video, since we were both still nude.

“Is there some reason why you two don’t have your video on?”

“We’ve been studying together at my parent’s place — and the bandwidth is low.”

“Low bandwidth. That’s interesting. You know if you shared one computer with audio and video, it wouldn’t be any more than two with audio only.”

“There’s things we need on both computers. It works better this way.”

“Really?”

“And besides the room isn’t set up for us both to be on one computer.”

“It might be cozy though.”

“We’ll just do it this way for now.”

Missy and Naomi were actually sitting side by side on the bed in her pony girl dorm room, but they didn’t want the other two to know they were naked and together. There were a couple of other side comments alluding to the idea that there was something going on between them, but they ignored the comments. They finished the zoom call and breathed a sigh of relief and went back to studying.

“You know they think something is going on between us.”

“I don’t care about that, I just don’t want them to know I’m Missy the pony girl.”

“You’re a champion, you should be proud.”

“I run around naked, pulling a driver in a sulky, and then get fucked in front of video cameras and thousands of people. What part of that should I brag about?”

“I’m proud of you anyhow.”

“Thank you, but you’re almost like one of the girls.”

“I am a girl.”

“Just not a pony girl — yet.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Fine for me, but not for you?”

“You have more courage than I do.”

“I don’t know, you seem to be doing fine.”

“Here in the dorm with the other girls is one thing. On a track with thousands of people watching is different.”

“We’ll just have to work on you.”

“Being fucked in public?”

“How many people watched you lick my pussy and me lick yours?”

“Not thousands.”

“Probably only twenty.”

She looked concerned, so I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed me back and we set our books and computers aside and slid down on the bed to continue kissing. We slowly and sensually made love bringing each of us to a good climax. After we finished and were catching our breath, we looked up to see Lindsay and another girl in our doorway.

“See, Lori, I told you they were studying.”

“You didn’t tell me what they were studying.”

“So how do you think they did?”

“Not bad.”

“You think you can do better?”

“Come show me.”

They left giggling, as Naomi and I gaped at it all. They were quickly replaced by two more girls.

“Damn, I thought this was one horny bunch of women before, but you two have cranked it up a notch around here.”

“Quit teasing them, Zoe and let’s go have some fun of our own.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Joni swatted Zoe’s butt as they moved off. Zoe turned around, pinched one of Joni’s nipples, then stuck out her tongue at her, as they scooted out of sight. I heard a few shrieks before things returned to the usual dorm cacophony. I laughed and turned to kiss Naomi, who attacked me with her kisses, growled at me, rolled me on my back, and climbed on top of me.

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I was spooning Naomi when we woke the next morning. We kissed and touched before I had to get up to start my day’s training.

“Come train with me today, love.”

“You mean as a pony girl?”

“You’re dressed for it — or rather undressed for it — and you’ve been staying in the pony girl dorm.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Why not? Everyone on the ranch has seen you naked and fucking me.”

“You think this is magically going to make me want to be a pony girl?”

“No one is making you go to a track, pull a sulky naked and get fucked in front of thousands. You’re just getting that cute little butt in better shape.”

“I don’t know.”

“You’ve gotten to spend the last three days with me, doing everything you wanted. Now you should do something for me.”

I grabbed her hand and led her from the room, out of the dorm, and into the training area. Some of the other girls were already going through their paces. We ran wind sprints first, and I did well as usual, though Naomi faltered a bit. The other girls looked at her and smiled, though no one laughed or made fun of her. After a half hour of warm ups, Naomi seems to be struggling.

“I’m not cut out for this.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I’m the slowest person here — every time.”

“Most of these girls have been doing this for six months or more, and many were trained athletes before they came here.”

“But it’s like I can’t do anything.”

“Most of these girls couldn’t keep up with you in a classroom.”

“Compared to them, I’m fat and out of shape.”

“Not fat, just out of shape and you can get in shape if you work at it.”

“Is it really worth it?”

“Isn’t it worth a day’s workout to spend the night with me again tonight, and have me rub the pain out of those tired muscles?”

“That rub better be worth it.”

“And after the rub, I’ll lick things until you scream with pleasure.”

I looked and could see her pussy had not only gotten wet, but was starting to drip. With that, my mother took Naomi’s hand and led her over to a sulky and harnessed her up. Mom got in as the driver and touched her lash gently to Naomi’s bottom. She looked startled and fearful, though in harness, she couldn’t do much.

“We’re going to do some easy runs just to get you used to this.”

I knew that mother could be very good with new pony girls. She had a good feel for how hard she could push them without breaking them. Still, I had no doubt that by the end of the day, Naomi would need those rubs to work out the soreness. After a day of training, we would still be going to class before coming back here.

My training day went well. I worked hard and worked out a few of the remaining kinks from my race on Saturday. Dad was my driver and trainer and had me vary between easy runs and very intense ones. By the time we finished I felt really good and felt like I was ready for another race. Dad said that after the last race, it might be good to take a week off.

Naomi didn’t fare so well. Mom had tried to pace her and not work her as hard as she’d work some of the other girls, but it still seemed to have taken a toll on my friend. She was staggering as I led her back to the showers and put her under cool water. We wanted to reduce core body temperature but not give her hypothermia.

“I don’t feel well. I don’t know if I can go to class tonight.”

“We have a test tonight, you need to be there for that.”

“Let’s clean up, get something to eat, and you can rest as I drive us to school.”

“You must be fucking superwoman. I don’t see how you can do that training and go to school too.”

“It’s just a matter of conditioning.”

“I don’t think I can do this.”

“Go to class, spend the night with me, and let’s take it from there.”

After cleaning up, we ate something, and then put on clothes and I drove us to school. Naomi did the test, but actually dozed off afterwards.

“I think I passed the test, but this has been a brutal day.”

“Just a normal day for me.”

“Are we sure you’re human?”

“You know my body as well as anyone, what do you think?”

“I don’t fucking know.”

“Do you want to go by your place and get a change of clothes or two?”

“I want to go to my place and just collapse.”

“I need to get back to the ranch so I can do my training tomorrow.”

“I just can’t. If being with you means training with you, then I don’t think I can be with you.”

I was very sad. I’d enjoyed what I shared with Naomi, but I had two lives and needed someone who could share both of them. Clearly she was unable or unwilling. I drove her to her place after class and called dad to come pick me up there. I helped her to her room and by the time I got downstairs, dad was waiting for me.

“Well, Missy, you seem to have cured her of her craving for you.”

“She’d still like me, but only for what we do in bed.”

“By the way, it looks like I made a deal.”

“What kind of deal?”

“You remember the girl you beat on Saturday?”

“And the way they beat her when she lost.”

“She’s a true slave, and I found what her owner paid for her and what he made off her. I made him an offer to buy her.”

“He agreed to sell?”

“He’s disgusted and says her spirit is broken. We should have her late tomorrow.”

“Being in that kind of environment would break anyone’s spirit.”

“I’m having Hannah treated by a pony girl vet tonight and tomorrow. She should be at the ranch about the time we finish training then.”

“She needs to spend that long at the vet?”

“She does, but I think we can help heal everything.”

We got back to the ranch and I did school work until bedtime. My bed felt much colder and lonelier without Naomi, but there wasn’t much I could do. Zoe came and cuddled with me and we fell asleep with her spooning me. We didn’t make love, but even the spooning felt better than lying there by myself. In the morning, she gave me a kiss, then we both started training.

We still had about an hour left on the regular training schedule, when dad arrived with our transport trailer with the new girl in it. As I’ve said, unlike many ranches, we have a comfortable trailer to transport pony girls. Hannah seemed befuddled as dad got her out of the trailer. He had me come over and asked me to help Hannah get settled in.

She walked uncomfortably and still showed signs of welts that had only barely begun to heal. I took her into the dorm and the showers and helped her clean up and relax a bit before pony girl mess. She didn’t seem much inclined to talk but I took her and sat beside her as we ate. I had to go to class, so I took her back to my room, told her to relax, then dressed and went to school.

I saw Naomi in class, but she seemed distant, and frankly still looked like she’d been run over by a train. I did manage to talk to her briefly and she indicated she wouldn’t tell people I was Missy, but didn’t want to go through the kinds of things I did every day. I was sad, but felt perhaps it was better that way. I finished my classes and went back to the ranch.

I went back to the ranch and went to the pony girl dorm, walked in and went to the room where I’d left Hannah. When I walked in, she looked very apprehensive. I took off my clothes and then sat down on the bed beside her, though she looked fearful as to my intentions. I gently stroked her head, and at first she winced at my touch.

“Aren’t you the girl who beat me on Saturday?”

“I am. My name is Missy, and I guess you are Hannah.”

“What’s going to happen to me?”

“No one’s going to beat you the way your previous owner did.”

“When I left, they told me I was going to a whorehouse, where I’d be brutally fucked in each of my holes many times every day.”

“This is just another pony girl ranch, but one that treats its ponies better.”

“Why were you wearing clothes?”

“I’m a voluntary indenture and I can take college classes and be dressed when I attend.”

“This is nice, but when do we get put in stalls in a barn?”

“Never at this ranch.”

“I’ve never heard of anything like that.”

“Welcome to Poseidon Farms. You’ll train, and train hard. You’ll race when dad says you’re ready.”

“You call your master, dad?”

“He is my father.”

“I’ve never heard of a girl becoming a pony for her own father.”

“Let’s get some rest. We have to train tomorrow. I can move to another room, or we can sleep cuddled together here.”

“Cuddling?”

“Cuddling, spooning, whatever. We don’t have to do anything else, if you don’t want.”

She was still sore, but I spooned her and held one of her boobs. As she got more comfortable, she moved so we had more skin touching. She fell asleep quickly, and I not long after. She had some bad dreams, which woke me a couple of times. I stroked her gently and whispered reassurances and we both went back to sleep.

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Dad took control of Hannah’s training. He needed to rebuild her confidence and let her heal from her physical and emotional injuries. She was clearly a first class pony girl when not undermined by her trainers. He wanted to bring that back out. He started with some easy runs, building up in difficulty, but not aggravating her injuries.

Come to find out, the reason she walked painfully when she arrived was that after she lost to me, she was punished by being repeatedly and often brutally taken anally. At most pony girl ranches, the ponies are taken whatever way the trainers and drivers like. A pony girl is a slave and there to serve as desired. After her first day’s workout, dad took her pussy, which was rather a relief to Hannah.

Outside of training, I took Hannah under my wing, even though she was a couple years older than me and frankly a more experienced racer. We mostly just cuddled and spooned in bed, but she was a bit reticent about that. Friday evening, I have no classes, so after training, we showered together and I took her to my room.

“I don’t know if we should be here like this.”

“Why is that?”

“Some of the other girls think there’s something between us.”

“That’s probably because I had another girl stay with me for a short time, and we gave each other pleasure.”

“That’s terrible.”

“Nothing terrible about it. I made her feel good, and she made me feel good.”

“But the other girls…”

“Some of them paired up and did the same thing — some still are.”

“And I guess you expect me to do the same.”

“Only if you’re willing. It can actually be quite nice.”

“I suppose you’ve done that with most of the girls.”

“Only with Naomi.”

“Which one is Naomi?”

“She’s not here.”

“So that’s why you have me in your bed.”

“It feels good to sleep beside a soft warm body, even if we don’t make love.”

“I’ve had to lick my owner’s wife a few times at my old place, but never had anyone lick me.”

“I take it you didn’t enjoy licking her.”

“She was rough, but everyone there was rough to the pony girls.”

“Maybe when you feel up to it, I can lick you and show you how it can be.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“We could just try kissing and see how you feel about that.”

“I don’t think I feel right kissing a girl.”

“Have you tried it?”

“No.”

I leaned over and touched my lips to Hannah’s. At first she had no reaction at all, and then I felt her stiffen slightly, before she relaxed. Before long, as I kissed her, she began to kiss me back. She was still very tentative, so I didn’t push it. Hell, I hardly knew that much — just a few nights with Naomi was the extent of my experience. After a few minutes, I paused.

“So how was that?”

“It felt weird.”

“You’ve kissed boys, right?”

“But that was different.”

“Kissing boys was better?”

“Not better, just different.”

I leaned back in and kissed her again, and pretty soon, she was eagerly kissing me back. Eventually, I rolled her on top of me as we continued to kiss. As we kissed, I began to stroke her back. She seemed to enjoy that, so as we continued, my hands worked their way further south, until I was caressing her ass. For all her hesitation and reluctance, she seemed to be enjoying it.

I could feel the mostly healed welts on her back and ass, and tried to be as gentle with them as possible. It couldn’t have been too bad because she kept kissing me. After a little while, I kept one hand on her ass, as the other one snuck around and made the slightest contact with the edge of her breast. She made no protest, so I repeated it longer and more firmly and farther onto her mammary.

She lifted up slightly on that side, which opened her nipple to my tactile assault. I did not hesitate but immediately began to fondle that nipple. It had gotten very hard and I had to think its mate was much the same. We continued to kiss in that position, until I rolled her off me. I ranged over her then kissed my way from her lips to her ears, then down her neck.

I paused, looking at her boobs, before looking her in the eyes. I saw a little bit of fear, but a lot of desire. I went with the latter and took one nipple between my lips. She moaned and stuck her chest out further, so I nipped gently it with my teeth. She put both her hands on my head, first just holding it to her love mound, and then stroking it sweetly.

I reached up to caress the other breast as I sucked on the one. She made incomprehensible sounds of pleasure as I adored her. I kissed and licked it as I continued to play with its partner. For someone who had been reticent about making love to a woman, she really seemed to be getting into it. She relaxed her hold on my head and I shifted over to love her other titty.

As I pleasured her mammaries, I felt her tense up under me, and then she shrieked as she came to a massive climax. She spread her legs wide, and humped my torso as I kept working on her breasts. After a few minutes, it almost seemed like she had passed out. I could hear her panting but there were no other body movements.

I slid down her body and looked at her pussy up close. It was shaved as are all pony girl pussies, and she had neat little labia that turned in slightly. No flapping labia for this girl. I got closer and could smell her musky aroma, and as I did, it almost sounded like she had stopped breathing. I looked up at her face and she was staring at me wide-eyed.

I kissed her labia and it sounded like she exhaled a loud moan. She had already spread her legs, but it felt like she managed to spread them wider. As she did, she thrust her hips forward, getting my mouth even more firmly on her quim. I simply kissed her pleasure lips for several minutes as she writhed under me. I felt her feet on my shoulders as she tried to envelop me with her legs.

After no small amount of kissing down there, I paused and licked straight up the center of her being. She gasped and then sounded almost like she was crying. I licked again and again, ever more firmly each time. My tongue began to spread her cunt lips and her clit began to appear at the top of her slit. I kissed her clit as I slipped a finger into her very juicy snatch.

I managed to find her g spot with my finger as I kept stimulating her clit. She bucked her hips like she was trying to fuck my face, as her legs pulled me even tighter to her. Before long, she had an orgasm like none I’d ever seen, wailing and moaning and even crying my name. Finally, she was spent, and her legs just went limp, freeing me from my willing imprisonment.

As I began to crawl up beside her, I heard clapping, Lindsay and Lori were standing in the doorway, and as they stopped clapping, Lindsay put one hand on Lori’s ass. Lori reached over to fondle one of Lindsay’s boobs. They both stood there with huge grins on their faces. They turned and kissed each other before turning back to Hannah and me, who sat there in shock on the bed.

“Well, girl, it took you long enough.”

“Hannah has only been here a couple of days.”

“You had her in your bed the first night and are only now getting her off.”

“Why don’t you two go do each other and quit bothering us?”

“Like those shrieks and moans don’t have the whole pony girl dorm worked up.”

“Anyone who wants to will find a way to take care of it before they go to sleep.”

Lindsay and Lori walked off, and I could see a couple other girls who smiled and gave us thumbs up, before moving off. I almost expected Hannah to be embarrassed, but I guess after you’ve been fucked in front of ten thousand people a number of times, it takes more than that to embarrass you. I looked at her and she kissed me and we spent a little longer kissing.

“So that’s what I taste like.”

“Tastes good to me.”

“Now I suppose you expect me to do the same thing to you.”

“I was hoping you would, but if you don’t want to…”

“I’m teasing. That performance warrants a turnabout.”

“I can’t wait.”

Hannah turned me on my back and began to kiss me. She kissed her way down my body, spending a long time on my breasts. She kissed her way down to my secret space — I say that even though thousands of people have gotten to see it. She brought me to an orgasm that was better than anything I’ve ever experienced. Even Naomi didn’t do any better.

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I woke up snuggling with her in the morning. We spent some time kissing and touching before we had to start our day. Neither of us had a race that day, so we just did training with the folks who remained on the ranch. During lunch we got to see video of Lindsay winning her race. Mom also ran a senior race, which she dominated.

Mother had dad as her driver, though he seldom does that in races anymore. Mom likes having dad as her driver and having him fuck her after the race. I know, most pony girls get whoever is chosen for their driver, and most get fucked by whoever their master wants. Dad has always been more indulgent with his girls, probably because mom has always been one of them.

Even though she was a pony girl, dad didn’t feel right treating his wife like livestock. As he added other pony girls, he didn’t think it was fair to treat mom one way and the other girls different. So unlike most ranches, all our pony girls were treated decently. If that had not been the case, I’m sure that Lindsay and I would not have voluntarily indentured.

Okay, we both enjoy running, and both have an exhibitionist streak, along with liking the sex. Still we wouldn’t accept being treated brutally to indulge those. Since Lindsay and I had zero purchase cost and minimal indenture cost, we didn’t have the payback some girls did. Dad shared race winnings with the ponies once he’d made his money back, so Lindsay and I were making money almost from the start.

To be fair, it’s not a job that most women would want, but with my record I already had thousands in the bank. Some of that went for car and school expenses including the clothes I needed to wear to class. Outright slaves didn’t tend to go to college, and most slaves went naked wherever they went. I was something of an exception.

After training, Hannah and I showered together, but I noticed several other girls pairing up to shower. Now that a girl-girl relationship was in the open, several others were open about their own. I still had to study, but when I wasn’t Hannah and I spent a lot of time in bed giving pleasure to each other. I don’t know if I’d call it love, but we sure seemed to like being together.

“I kind of lied to you, Missy.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve been in relationships with other girls, both ponies and even before.”

“Why lie?”

“Left over from my previous owner. I wanted to know where you were coming from.”

“You did seem to be awfully good when you made love to me.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself.”

“So what now?”

“What do you want, Missy?”

“I don’t know. I like sharing a bed with you. I like what we did last night.”

“And I suppose you’d like it to continue.”

I nodded, slightly embarrassed. I guess that seems odd. I get fucked daily, and sometimes more than once a day. I don’t lack for sex, but there is no intimacy in the sex that I get. Hannah and I had an intimacy and I really enjoyed that. I don’t know about forever, but I wanted it to continue for as long as it felt good.

I wasn’t even certain what the prospects were, even if I wanted it to be longer. Hannah was outright enslaved and would be for several years more. I was voluntarily indentured with a lot of freedom that most slaves don’t have. If we wanted something longer term, could we even have that? I’d need to talk to dad, though it was still far too early to worry about that.

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By the next weekend, I was ready and eager to race again. Hannah’s training and rehabilitation seemed to be going well, and dad wanted to have her race too. Dad had Lindsay come along dressed as a driver and scheduled her to be Hannah’s driver. He had a strap on for her to use on Hannah after. I know it seems strange to have any pony girl dressed, but I did that for school.

Hannah was in an early race, and seemed a little nervous to run her first race since being abused by her former owner. Dad, Lindsay, and I tried to reassure her that this would not entail the kind of horrors she had previously suffered, but she was edgy anyhow. They lined up at the track for the start of the race, and Hannah still seemed jumpy.

The starting gun sounded and Hannah bolted out to an early lead. Lindsay was clearly trying to keep her from burning out before the end of the race. After a little bit, Hannah settled down but had clearly run a little too fast too early. She maintained a lead, though two other ponies pretty much caught up to her. We all wondered whether she’d be okay.

As they reached the home stretch, one of the other ponies tried to pass Hannah, and she found a second wind. She kept up with the other girl, and as they neared the finish, the other girl could not pull away and Hannah put on her final kick, that she used so effectively in the past and finished half a length ahead, winning her race.

Lindsay had used the whip slightly, but never enough to break the skin, only just enough to sting a little and spur Hannah on. Lindsay put on her strap on in the finish area so she could give Hannah her celebratory fuck. After what had happened previously, Hannah wanted nothing done to her ass. She wanted her pussy fucked, which Lindsay was happy to do with her tool.

Hannah seemed pleased and squealed her pleasure as Lindsay fucked her and the crowd roared. With a male driver, he’d fuck his pony until he came. With the strap on, Lindsay plowed Hannah until she reached a great climax. The crowd loved that and she got a huge cheer as they finished and Lindsay led Hannah back to the stables.

Lindsay was a good athlete, but not a great one. She enjoyed running as a pony girl, but knew that she would only be competitive for just so long. She wanted to transition to being a trainer and driver as she began to not win so much. Dad was more than happy to give her the chance to do that, though again, that would not have been the case with nearly any other pony girl rancher.