You lose

As the race ends, Rita leads you away furious. Once you are back at the ship, you are locked back in your stall. And you know exactly what to expect: nothing. The worst thing a pony could get after a race.

"The next race is three weeks from now," she says. The dildo inserted back and the blinders relocked. "It is going to be in the Grand Arena on Ranak II. This is a short track. Kicking is also allowed. But you will also receive a different plug in your ass, one that emits electroshocks. So I would brace myself for the pain if I were you."

Once Rita leaves, you start to struggle against your bonds, twisting and turning your arms in the horizontal armbinder, your body tense against the chains that hold it in place. But eventually you realize it is useless, and you start to focus your mind on your next objective.