Run For Your Life

In no time at all, Alice has you on your feet and unhooked from harness connecting you to the drone. Once again, you and Seraphim are leashed together in a coffle, except this time you’re up front.

Seraphim’s eyes are downcast as the leash connected to her clit piercing is attached to the back of your collar. You try to catch her eye, but she avoids your gaze.

As Alice leads you both out of the paddock, you try and look over your shoulder to look at Seraphim to see if you can tell what your competitor is thinking, but between the pace Alice sets and the blinders, it’s impossible.

All you succeed in doing is tripping over your feet and barely catching yourself, drawing an irritated hiss from Alice and a pained cry from Seraphim as she is **** to run forward to relieve the tension on her swollen love bud caused by your stumble.

Alice’s crop swishes out and smacks into your ass, causing you to cry out.

“Bad girl.” She says in admonishment, reaching up to your blinders. “You’re going to have to learn to keep your gaze forward if you want to be a good little filly.”

Knowing what’s coming, you shake your head and try to pull away, but she just tugs on the leash digging into your pussy so that you're pulled into her grasp, your breasts pushing against her body as she closes the blinders completely, leaving you in darkness once again.

As bad as being mounted on that dildo-pole in the stable was, being **** to walk on pony boots with blinders over your eyes is much worse. The only senses you have left to guide you are touch and hearing, neither of which are much help beyond letting you know the ground is still there. Without being able to see, you’re surprisingly unsteady on your feet, stumbling much more frequently than you were before. Just as Alice intended, you’re completely under her control; the only thing you can do is follow along as she leads you to your fate literally by the pussy.

Eventually, you hear the commotion of the stables echoing around you again. Now though, with your sense of hearing heightened by the blindfold, you can hear the distant cheering over all the hustle and bustle. At first it’s a distant buzz, but slowly, with every step you take, it becomes louder and louder until it’s an all encompassing roar.

“Ladies and Gentleman.” Desmond’s Scottish brogue announces over the speakers, his voice cutting through the sound of the crowd. “Let’s give a warm welcome to our stablemistress Alice as she leads the fillies for the first amateur race of the evening onto the track.”

The crowd shouts its approval you’re pulled forward. Even through your pony boots, you can feel the ground under your feet change from the hard rock of the stadium’s internal tunnels to the softer synthetic surface of the running track. The vibration of a thousand cheers ripples through your body and you struggle to stamp down the twinge of excitement.

"For those of you joining us for the first time tonight, our rules for the amateur races are simple. These competitors have all been in their tack for less than a month. Enough time to have learned to run properly, but not necessarily enough to be fully broken. First ponygirl across the line wins her freedom."

After a few dozen steps, Alice yanks you to a halt. Before you can do more than grunt in surprise, the tension in the leash changes as she pulls the leash down so that it’s no longer digging into your pussy lips and attaches it to a fixed point on the track beneath your feet.

“Stay.” She commands.

There’s just enough give in the leash for you to take a couple steps in any direction, but given that you’re still bound and blindfolded, you obey. Satisfied with your compliance, Alice detaches Seraphim’s clit lead from the back of your collar before opening up your blinders and walking away.

Holy shit! For the first time, you can see just how many people are seated in the stands. The arena itself is impressive. A massive underground cavern with seats carved out of the rock surrounding a circular track. Species from dozens of systems throughout the galaxy populate the stands. Hundreds, if not thousands, of eyes are on you. As if that wasn’t enough, you catch sight of automated camera drones hovering around you, recording your exposed body from dozens of angles. Glancing up at one of the holoprojectors overhead, you catch sight of your skin flushing from equal parts arousal and fear in beautiful high res detail.

"As you can see, our ponies are eager and ready to go."

You’ve always had something of an exhibitionist streak, always taken a fair bit of pride in the covetous looks people give you when they see you in the form fitting flight suits that you usually wear while you’re working. It's a lot different when you're just another pony girl in front of hundreds of less than savory patrons. Matters aren't helped at all by the fact you've been one of those unsavory patrons in other contexts, and know exactly what they're thinking. The crowd’s collective gaze on you is almost a physical weight on your exposed flesh, adding to the tension you feel between your legs. Gods does it make you hot!

If it weren’t for the armbinder, you’d be masturbating right now. Unconsciously, your thighs rub against each other in a vain attempt at supplying some much needed stimulation. Eventually, the image zooms out to a panoramic shot of all the pony girls being lined up at the starting line by Alice, reminding you that you’re not alone. From the looks of things, there are five in total, including you.

Turning your head to the right, you can see that Seraphim is being held in place with her clit lead attached to a bolt built into ground of the lane next to you. Tilting your head, you can look around Seraphim and see Alice working to secure a Oo’lick with shapely breasts to her lane, but there isn’t enough give to the chain securing you for you to see any of your other competitors.

Alice straightens as she finishes attaching the Oo’licks clit lead to her lane, leaving the blue skinned pony girl standing in place just like you and Seraphim. If anything, the Oo’lick looks eager to start, scraping the “hoof” of her pony boot against the floor and smiling around her bit. The stable-mistress gives her an appreciative pat on the ass as she steps away and walks towards you and Seraphim.

“Which one of these fine lasses will have what it takes to win their freedom? Which ones will you see prancing in their tack again in the future? Place your bets now.” Desmond calls out over the speakers. “The race is about to begin.” A quick glance at the holoscreen overhead reveals an image of all of the racing ponies lined up; you, Seraphim, the Oo'lick, a Luxvan, and a Morval. You're number 5. The screen flicks through to display a short blurb describing each pony girl and the betting odds superimposed on top. Needless to say, you're not a favorite to win.

Alice steps up to Seraphim’s side, reaching up with one hand to grasp the pony girl by the front D ring of her collar and pull her head down so that she can whisper into her ear. The other hand presses two fingers into Seraphim’s moist slit around the buzzing device now attached to her clit ring, drawing a few whinnies and small trembling steps from the unwanted stimulation.

Alice’s words are too soft for you to hear, especially over the noise of the crowd, but you know from the fact that Alice is forcing Seraphim to turn and look at you that she’s probably trying to cajole the former marshal into doing her best to beat you.

Seraphim whimpers audibly as Alice withdraws her fingers, absently wiping them off on the pony girl’s flank as she meets your gaze and makes her way over to you.

“Excited for your first race?” She asks as she stands in front of you and cups your breasts, squeezing them gently. You turn your head to avoid meeting her eyes, trying not to writhe under her tender ministrations.

“Aww, it’s ok little filly. I know you’re scared, but you shouldn’t be.” Alice says, sliding one hand down your torso and stroking your pussy lightly. “You just do your best. Don’t worry about what will come after.” She gives you a few more loving strokes with her hand before moving to the side. Your gaze follows Alice as she steps off the track, unsure of what to feel.

“Betting is closed!” Desmond announces over the speakers, drawing your attention back to the track “Time to see who our amateur pony of the evening will be!”

You hear an eager whinny from one of the girls further down the row. A quick glance to your right shows that Seraphim and the Oo'lick are leaning forward, pulling their clit leashes taut, one leg in front of the other as they get ready to run. You match their stance, stepping forward so that the leash attached to your armbinder is pulling you back. You bite down on the bit in your mouth, jaw set in determination. You tense your muscles, getting ready to run as fast as you can.

I can do this. You tell yourself. I can do this. I’m going to win.

”On your marks!" You dig the toe of your boot into the surface of the track.

"Get set." Your thighs and calves hum with tension, ready to release explosively as soon as the next command was given.

“Go!”