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. Only to be kicked in the gut by the pony ahead of you. 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.

Part of you wants to chase after her. But instead you collapse on the ground like a log, unable to handle the pain and the lack of air in your lungs. It takes about ten minutes for you to recover. By then the possibility of winning the race had escaped from you.