The Ponygirl Adventure Racing Enterprise.

Erin’s sale, For Real



Erin shifted carefully on the slavestand in front of Wendy’s desk; the dildo on the end was getting to her. Alicia brought her in almost an hour ago and mounted her on the stand. Wendy sent Alicia to have a coffee break, and told her she would call when she was ready. Erin was wearing her full tack and tongue bit.

In the office with them was Denise Winters, Wendy’s longest serving ponygirl, and Miss Lydia Carstairs. Denise was wearing her usual, a too short mini-skirt with a sleeveless top. The skirt was brown and the top pale beige with high-heeled sandals. Miss Carstairs sat primly, in a sapphire blue suit with calf length skirt, looking at Erin and trying not to look at Denise. Denise’s skimpy clothing was more annoying to her than Erin’s complete nudity.

Erin, I’ve joined the Ponygirl Racing Association. That means I’ll be having entries in ponygirl races all over the western U.S. I have been thinking about this for quite a while, and so I’ve even built a racetrack here on the property. It’s actually about sixteen miles from here; I have quite a bit of land. It was very costly and I need to recover some of my financial outlay. So tonight I’m selling you to the highest bidder. You already know Miss Lydia, but maybe you didn’t know that Denise has been here with me from near the start. Her ponygirl contract is about up, she has saved quite a bit of money from her proceeds and wants to start racing, as an owner, too. So, Wendy looked around at the others, Lets get started. The bidding will start at 300,000 and in increments of 50,000.”

Miss Lydia immediately bid, I’ll bid 300,000.”

350,000, was Denise’s answer. Wendy looked toward Miss Lydia.

She paused, 400,000. Was her answer.

Denise immediately said, 450,000.

Miss Lydia paused for a short while, May I bid 475,000, she asked?

Wendy shook her head, no. We are bidding in increments of fifty, so your bid is 500,000.”

She paused again, then shook her head, I’m not going any higher.”

Sold, she’s your ponygirl Denise. Congratulations! Wendy turned to Miss Lydia, Thank you for coming, we are going to have dinner in a few. Would you please join us?

Denise got up and walked toward Erin with a large smile, her tiny skirt showing the slightest little bit of her pussy lips. She slowly walked around Erin, and looked her over as though she had never seen her before. Erin stood on the slavestand; she had to be careful because trying to move around too much was uncomfortable. The stand was inserted ten inches inside her pussy, and kept her from moving more than an inch or two. Denise ran her hands over Erin’s thighs and butt, feeling her muscles.

She has great muscles, they’re bigger than when she started. She stepped up beside Erin and leaned close to her ear, I’ll come and talk to you when we’re done with dinner. Hhhhummm?

Wendy picked up her desk phone and pressed a few buttons, Alicia, please come and get her, we’re all done now. She paused, listening, No we’ll be waiting for you. She hung up the phone, and smiled at Erin.

There are some things that you need to know to do your best. Denise will come by your stall later this evening and explain it all to you. She stood on the stand in front of Erin, and leaned forward close to her face and kissed her gently on the lips.

Alicia came in just as Wendy stepped down; she stepped on the release for the center pole and after it dropped she assisted Erin off the stand.



When Erin and Alicia got to the training stable, the doors were closed, and there were no other ponygirls in the training stable. They could talk when Alicia got Erin’s bit out. Erin’s eyes began to water and tears ran down her face.

Alicia, she auctioned me off, like she owned me.”

She does, or did, Alicia said gravely. Who bought you, She asked?

Denise did, for 450,000. Now she’s a ponygirl and an owner, Erin said softly.

Alicia finished getting the rest of Erin’s tack off, a hand from the cafeteria came by with her dinner. Alicia got the food for Erin and laid it out in her table. She pulled one of the stools up to the table for Erin. Erin sat and picked at her food, she just wasn’t really interested in eating. She knew she needed a little food, today was pretty busy and she had used a lot of energy. Alicia left with Erin’s tack to get it cleaned up.

Alicia was back in about ten minutes, and Erin had decided that she was done eating about the same time. Alicia opened the stall gate and got Erin out, to go to the bath stall. When they got there she turned the water on and set it to the proper temperature, after that she ushered Erin in to the spray. Alicia washed Erin carefully; she didn’t really have too much washing to do because she washed her up just before the auction.

Do you want me to take care of you now, she asked?

Erin looked at Alicia absently, No thanks, lets just go back for now. Erin started to step out of the stall, but Alicia didn’t move out of her way. Alicia put both of her hands on Erin’s shoulders and pushed her firmly back into the bath stall. Alicia stepped in with her; she put her arms around Erin’s neck. Even with her shoes off, Erin was still taller than Alicia. Alicia tipped her head back to be able to reach Erin’s lips and kissed her very sweetly. They kissed for several minutes, when Alicia pushed her tongue insistently against Erin’s lips. Erin opened her mouth for her.

I have always loved you, Erin, Alicia whispered. I am trying to go to the racing stable with you. Alicia slid her hands down Erin’s back and stroked Erin’s butt, and she slid her fingers into the cleft. Erin moved her feet apart to give Alicia better access, and Alicia pushed two of her fingers into Erin’s anus. Erin had a very intense orgasm immediately, and cried out.

Oh my god! Erin, you’re so hot. They hugged in the stream of water still running from the showerhead. Alicia turned off the water and they got out of the stall. Alicia dried Erin, even though she was wet too. She picked up a second towel after she got Erin’s hair finished. She dried off as they walked back to Erin’s stall.

When they got back to the stall, Denise and Wendy were waiting there for Erin. Alicia took off her t-shirt while they were walking down the hallway. She wasn’t as blas about nudity as the ponygirls, but she didn’t try to hide her breasts and dark brown nipples when she saw Wendy and Denise.

Erin I sold you to Denise, she wanted to buy you to be a racer for her at the new complex. She is just about to finish up her last contract and retire from sulky pulling. She got married last year and is pregnant, or she would probably race herself. Actually if she wasn’t pregnant I would race her, she’s been pretty fast. She’s never been as fast as you are, Wendy said thoughtfully.

Denise stepped closer, Erin, there are quite a few changes ahead for you, but I think you’ll see most of them as advancements. Denise looked at Erin and smiled, I’ve been here a little over four years, and I’ve made plenty of money. I’m looking forward to taking this step; we’ll have a great time and win some money. Hell! We’ll win a bunch of money. You go to bed and I’ll see you in the morning, we have to get you enrolled in the PRA tonight, I’ll have you all done when I see you.

She hugged Erin quickly and then she left with Wendy. They were talking animatedly as they went out the door. Alicia took her wet shoes and jeans off, and hung the jeans over a stool. She pulled her panties off as she walked up to Erin. Erin put her arms around Alicia and they moved to the small bed. Alicia did not have sex with Erin; they just lay in the small bed in the training stable and cuddled together. Erin laid her head on Alicia’s brown shoulder and cried softly until she fell asleep.



The next morning started late, Alicia put on her jeans and t-shirt and left. She was back in about an hour; she was all showered and had on clean clothes. Erin was up and sitting on a stool waiting for her. The gate locked when Alicia went out, all the training stalls locked when the gate closed.

Denise said that all the stalls in the racing stable are kept locked all the time, to keep you safe. There were some rustlers caught in California last week. They stole four ponygirls in the last two weeks, Alicia told Erin while she laid out her breakfast.

Alicia took Erin to the bath stall and washed her completely, she put new tack from Denise on Erin. The bridle was made of smaller and lighter leather straps. They also had provisions for blinkers and blinders around Erin’s eyes. The hoof-boots were lighter, and the platform where the hoof was only one inch rather than the two Erin had worn. The horseshoe was replaceable, with several choices including hard rubber, soft rubber, aluminum, polished aluminum, and chrome-plated aluminum. There were several variations of each type for hard and soft surfaced tracks and long and short grass surfaced. The new hoof-boots Alicia had were fitted with hard rubber shoes, the best for walking on any surface. Usually racing boots had lower heels, but Erin had worn and run in the highest heels for well over a year, so she wasn’t outfitted with the lower heels. After she was determined to be at her peak, a pair of hoof-boots with lower heels would by tested to determine if she would benefit from the configuration. After she had Erin outfitted in the new tack, Alicia clipped her lead to Erin’s bridle and they headed to the tattoo shop to meet Denise and Wendy.

Bart was ready to tattoo the new designs on Erin. He also had a small hydraulic press to dismantle the permanent rings installed in her nipples and clitoris. He took care of the rings first; Erin had to stand close to the jaws. There was a large c-clamp to hold the ring solid, so the press wouldn’t pull against her nipple. Bart took off the right ring first, it came off without any problem and then the left ring came right off too. Bart used the small hand press for Erin’s clitoris ring, and then he admitted it wasn’t super glued. He replaced her nipple rings with inch, 16ga. captured ball rings or CBR’s, and a inch 18ga. CBR through her clitoris.

The next step was to put Denise’s tattoos on Erin. The first one was the Ponygirl Racing Association number. It was tattooed on Erin’s right areola in a curve above the nipple,“1081221”. He had Alicia hold up Erin’s hair while he tattooed 1081021”, the number in USPS bar code, on the back of her neck. The last tattoo was Denise’s logo, her initials DLW within an inverted triangle shaped outline on Erin’s lower belly. The triangle outline wasn’t pointed, but the ends were slightly rounded. It was so low that the rounded point ended right at the top of the cleft of her pussy lips. Just as he finished, Denise came in to see how things were going.

She was wearing a dark blue mini skirt that actually covered her almost to mid-thigh and a silk t-shirt. The t-shirt was pink, while not transparent, the dark circles of her areola showed through the material. She also wore high-heeled sandals that wrapped up over her calves.

Hi Erin, she gushed. How are you doin this morning, she asked?

I’m doing better today. What does this number mean? Are there over a hundred thousand other ponygirl racers?”

Denise laughed, No, that number has three parts. The first is the 108, that’s my number. Then the 102 is for the 2nd of May, and then 1. That means you were the first one registered, from here on the 102nd day of the year, any year. If another one were registered next year she would be 2. The tattoo on the back of your neck is the same number in USPS barcode. Denise smiled very warmly at Erin. Was there anything else you wanted to ask?”

Did Wendy really collect 450,000 for me?”

Well no, not exactly, you get forty-four percent, that’s like 197,230 and Miss Wendell gets 252,770. That’s fifty-six percent. You and I split the costs for your board and groom fees equally from our winnings, and then ten percent to the jockey then you get one third of the balance and I get two thirds, from your winnings. I have to pay for your training and travel costs. These numbers are mandated by the PRA.

What if I don’t do well enough, Erin asked. I’ve never raced before.”

Well, your contract calls for 104,000 a year, you’ll get that much, but from what I’ve seen of other racing girls, you’ll clean-up.”

I’ve got just a little less than a year to go on my contract, do you really think I’ll win enough to make up the price?”

Denise looked at her strangely, You’ve got almost five more years. Erin looked at her, and shook her head. The initial two years, and you signed an extension for two more that same night, and then Miss Wendell extended it again. You know there were two contract extensions in a clause. Right?”

Well, yeah, but I thought it was to be extended at the end of the current contract. Like if I decided to stay for another two years, Erin said.

You signed it that same night. Actually that was a good move, because if you got hurt and couldn’t pull any more, you were still under contract and had to be paid off in full. Or if Miss Wendell sold the ranch whoever bought it had to pay you off, in full, Denise said brightly.

Denise started toward the door; I’ll see you this afternoon, at the stable when you get to meet one of the jockeys, either Jacqui or Willa. Miss Wendell is trying to see if she can get both here today.”