Race I

The next day the race starts, thousands of people sitting in the podium, millions more watching on the StarNet and the holos, as you and the forty-two other contenders are lined up in front of the starting line. All of you wanting for the orgasm your mistresses promised you. All of you ready to do anything to achieve this goal.

You wait patiently until the countdown is over, and the bot flying over your heads gives you the go ahead. The red light at the start point switching to green in front of you.

You start to sprint in the pony boots. Alongside with the other contenders. She is a tall woman, about the same age as you, with black hair, looking back at you with a grin after the deed is done.

Lucky for you, you have the tenacity to keep running like this, and you are able to stay on your feet, running through the crowd like lightning. And perhaps only after a minute, you are able to get back to the pony who did this to you.