Give it all you've got

Even before the word "Go" has finished reverberating throughout the stadium, you're running, legs pumping as fast as you can make them go. There's no point in conserving your energy for later; the only thing your precious stamina will be used for is Alice's training if you lose.

The tingling combination of fear and excitement at that the thought of being of being part of Alice's stable permanently is sufficient to generate another burst of speed.

"And it's a beautiful start from all of our contestants, with Natalia in lane number 5 taking an early lead." Desmond continues to commentate. "Can she keep it though?"

That's a question you're asking yourself as you continue to propel yourself forwards as fast as you can. Things are going well at first. It's hard to tell with the blinders on, but by the time you're about a third of the way around the track, you're far enough ahead that you'd have to turn your head in order to see anybody else.

By the second half though, whatever confidence you felt from your early lead is fading fast, as is your stamina. You know, intellectually, that it's only been a few minutes since the race started, but if someone told you that you'd actually been running for hours, you'd believe them. Your legs feel like they're getting heavier and heavier as you push yourself further and further. Your mind wants you to move faster, but your body just can't keep up.

From the commentators booth overlooking the stadium, Desmond can clearly see you slowing as well. "Oh, what's this? Looks like Natalia is fading fast. Here comes number 2 and number 4, closing the gap." He's right; the others are close enough that you can hear their hooves pounding into the surface of the track, and the sound is only getting closer.

By about the second third of the track, your worst fears are realized as you catch a glimpse of alabaster like skin as the Luxvan that Alice put in lane 2 pulls a couple feet ahead of you. Judging from the thundering of the hoofbeats coming from slightly behind, Seraphim is only a couple steps away as well.

You spare a glance at the Luxvan who's in the lead. The tail plug in her ass marks her as one of the amateurs who's had more than three weeks training. Her advantage in speed, stamina, and familiarity with the gear she's running in shows. Sweat glistens on her pale white skin, and her tail sways wildly from side to side almost hypnotically as she runs. Belatedly, you recognize her as the Luxvan in the paddock that Alice lead you past on your way to practice.

Unbidden, images of what will happen to you if that Luxvan crosses the finish line first begin to form in your mind. Being led around a paddock in circles, tugged forward by a guide bar through your newly pierced nipples, just as the Luxvan in front of you was. Hours of edging, desperately seeking Alice's approval. The anxiety of waiting for the day to end, not knowing if you've performed well enough to earn your reward. The inevitable frustration when you fail and the unbridled triumph of approval. Alice fingering you to an orgasm while washing you in a warm shower after a long days' work. Desmond, Jacques, and any of the other spectators in this stadium "riding" you like the good ponygirl you're about to become.

NO!

Shouting with effort around the bit gag in your mouth, you throw yourself forward with everything you have left.