Erin ran around the track for the seventeenth or fifty-first time, her long slender legs pumped rhythmically, as she finished another lap. She did not like the track, and she did not like the other ponygirls, and she did not like the stall, and she did not like .anything.

Erin thought the track was too short to stay on all day, but the neighbors would not accept naked ponygirls running around outside the race park. It was old and the stables were shabby. Her stall was less than half the size of a guest stall at home. The other ponygirls were no fun to be around, they all seemed to be afraid of her. She didn’t understand why they didn’t seem to like her, but they didn’t seem to like each other, either. Willi saw that Erin was having a problem with the amenities, and the other girls seemed to be wary of her. Willi knew she could take care of the track and facilities problems, but the other ponygirls were not ever going to like Erin. She was too beautiful, like a model and with her flat belly, slender hips and thighs the other ponygirls were quite resentful. Even though Willi was careful to keep Erin from running them into the ground. After the first practice she knew this competition was settled.

When they went out for the second practice session, Willi had an old gray sulky that she found in storage and hitched it to Erin. Irina brought a case of water and loaded on the sulky, that way she could get Erin drained beyond just tired, really beat. She could do it without giving away Erin’s speed because it would be so much harder to pull. It worked, Erin was happy to have a new adventure, even if the facilities were poor. When her mind was as a ponygirl, she didn’t care about the facilities, the track surface, the others. Following Willi’s commands was her whole life, her reason for being.



The trip to the track was uneventful, Erin had never been in a small plane before. They got up early and got Erin ready, she was taken to a small landing strip with Willi, Irina Luvoloff, and Denise; they rode from the ranch in Wendy’s Mercedes SUV. They drove out to the plane, and Wendy dropped them off right at the door of the little Cessna. Erin was wearing a tiny white dress and high-heeled sandals, she didn’t have any panties underneath, and so she had to be careful getting into the plane. She really wasn’t too careful, and the pilot had a good look at her from below. Willi put a collar around her neck while they were on the airplane; it was polished stainless steel with gold rings all around. The plane trip was only a little over an hour, and they landed at another little airstrip. Willi locked the leash on when they were on the ground, she got out of the plane and turned to Erin as she stepped down. She didn’t reach out to help Erin down, she clipped her leash to Erin’s collar. The leash locked when Willi clipped it in place.

I can’t have anyone steal you from me, liebling, Willi whispered.



Jacqui was already there when Erin was brought in; she met them at the plane with a rented van. They got in, putting Erin in the back seat, farthest from the door. Jacqui drove to the track, the business entrance was off a side road, away from the main entrance. The security was very good. Armed guards attended the gate, everyone had to have proper identification to get in. Willi had Erin’s paperwork in a large envelope, she handed it to the guard that came to the window. The forms identified Erin, Willi, Irina, and of course Denise as participants. When Erin was brought in, everything was prepared.

Erin was sent to the clinic where a urine specimen was taken. When Erin got out of the van Irina took the dress and put it on a hanger. It was sent to a cleaner to be ready for the ride home. Denise had to take her into the clinic with the paperwork from the envelope. She gave the proper forms to the attendant.

The attendant had a small cup she put under Erin’s pussy; she held it there for a little bit.

Ok pony, piss in the cup for me, she said gently. Can you stimulate her a little?”

Erin go in the cup for me, Denise said, put her hand on Erin’s back, and slid it down over her butt. Erin urinated immediately, overflowing the cup and spilling onto the floor. Denise tried to stifle a laugh, the attendant laughed too.

We didn’t say how much, did we? We have a mop right here, this happens quite a bit, she said, still laughing.

Jacqui had been there for two days already, she took care of getting Erin all settled, her stall was assigned and meals planned and ordered, incidentals like bottled water she brought. It was stored in the back of the van; no one could be trusted, so it was kept secured. Erin would not eat or drink anything she or Willi had not approved. Irina took care of Erin and Denise’s job was to stay out of the way, and of course as the owner she was there to head off any bureaucratic entanglements.

When Jacqui drove to the track, she brought Linda Stewart, a handler, with her. It was their job to protect the sulky and the supplies they brought from Centerville. Linda marked each bottle so they could not be changed for another with the same label. Jacqui had seen girls given any number of chemicals to make them too ill to run, or to run well enough to win. She had never heard of anyone causing permanent damage or death, however lately the money was much greater and a girl that couldn’t run anymore was no longer competition. Erin was an unknown quantity; she was trained away from the other competitors so they had no idea how much speed she had available.

Willi had trained her to respond to her running commands in German. Partly to cause other jockeys and spotters to worry and partly to confuse the scouts watching the two days of practice, before the experienced racing ponygirls arrived.

All first timers were required to attend the Ponygirl Racing Association orientation classes, to keep the races proceeding in an orderly fashion. The real reason was to handicap the new girls and get times to set the odds so the house didn’t loose. That sounded fair, but it made it easy for other owners scouts to check out the competition. If Erin did too well the handicappers set the odds low and bets wouldn’t pay off well, and Erin would be a target. Wendy and Denise planned to make more betting than from the purse. Denise couldn’t bet except for Erin to win, which was to keep her from giving Erin orders to do something other than win. If Denise bet too much too early that could affect the odds, too.

Josh and Jack were there too, but didn’t meet with Jacqui or Linda to keep their affiliation private. Officially they were there, as Wendy’s representatives, but Wendy had no racers there so they looked like they might be scouts. Wendy only had time to attend the last day to watch the finals and the feature race. Jack and Josh’s real function was to protect Erin from scouts and rustlers. The track owners would be interested if they found rustlers or a saboteur, but pre-scouting was considered just good business. They looked for anyone who seemed to be paying attention to Erin, they were careful to interfere without seeming to do it on purpose. They interrupted, distracted or confused anyone working on trying to get near Erin or trying to time her runs. Willi had ordered blinkers that kept Erin from being distracted by the girls and sulkies at her sides.

Willi’s German commands did confuse the other jockeys and spotters and caused the other ponygirls, some concern. Some ponygirls were allowed to take part in the actual race strategy, but Willi did not consider those ponygirls much of a threat. Nearly half of the entries fell into that classification.



The first timer races were called The Basics”. Two girls were lined up and raced one lap. The winner advanced and the looser was sent to the secondary heats. The Secondary races were slower and those winners advanced to a semi-final race that got only the winner and second into the championship round. The winner of The Basics went into the big time races and big money races. Willi carefully kept Erin just two steps ahead, in her Basic. There was no purse for these races, the purse started when the champions started racing, too. Erin’s time was poor, but she won the race and moved into the prime division. The next race was for six girls, the top three moved on to the next heat. Willi took third, two steps ahead of fourth. Erin performed perfectly. When Willi had to keep Erin slowed, the German instructions were like secret code. None of the other jockeys understood them, German wasn’t an uncommon language, but not within this bunch. They sat out the next day, it was all the slower girls. They had the elimination races and the semi-final to chose the two entries into the finals.

The track had room for eight girls at a time; the last day had thirty-two ponygirls left. After four heat races, where the first and second places were moved up, the final had those eight ponygirls. The race was two miles, sixteen laps. Erin drew the fourth gate.

Erin pulled her bright candy red and polished chrome sulky into the forth gate. Her hoof-boots thudded on the hollow floor as she adjusted the position for the start. Her beautiful tanned skin shone with sweat, Willi had gotten her warmed and ready to run her fastest behind the wall as they waited for the bugle call to the track. She looked straight ahead; she didn’t see the other ponygirls as they moved into their assigned gates. She was completely engrossed in the ponygirl mind-space; she saw no other racers, only the gate in front. When the gate swung out she would explode onto the track and charge as hard as she could.

Willi sat poised for the start; her light whip was tucked tightly under her arm to keep it out of the way during the start. She looked around at the other jockeys and smiled. In her heart she knew she had the fastest ponygirl here today.

The race was a total anti-climax; Willi jumped to the front and kept Erin two steps ahead for the entire race. When they came around the last turn, the second jockey tried to pull up alongside so, she had to turn up the speed a little. Erin was commanded to schneller, when she started to pull too far ahead, to drosselung, slow down. Willi did not pull back on the reins, but didn’t snap them either. The threat was short-lived because the girl could not maintain the pace and started to drop back, but she kept up enough to maintain second. Erin won the race easily. The same technician from the race clinic took a urine specimen right there on the track.



Erin returned to a hero’s welcome. Mona met them at the landing strip with Wendy’s black Mercedes SUV. Willi helped Erin off the plane last, Denise and Irina got out first and walked away to act as lookouts. When Erin was safely inside the vehicle, they both came to the right side, Denise got in the front seat and Irina in the right rear door. Mona left immediately, they rushed out through the gate and back to the ranch. When they got to the ranch, Erin got an idea of the extent of the intensity of everyone’s elation. Not only was Erin the first winner from Wendy’s ranch, she was the first entrant. There were small signs by the roadside at the gate, and a huge banner strung between the gateposts. Mona had to drive underneath it, there was also an alarm circuit in it to warn everyone inside they were almost back. Mona stopped just out of sight of the gate, and put the SUV in park. Willi got Erin out and had her take off her dress; she got back in and rode back to the racetrack with just her high-heeled sandals.

At the track a gigantic group of well-wishers, made up of grooms, handlers and ponygirls, was waiting. When Erin got out a big cheer went up. Wendy and Denise had planned a big reception for tomorrow evening at the main ranch. Today was a party for Erin’s friends and co-workers. Wendy’s reception tomorrow was as much a business venture as celebration, tonight was spontaneous to share Erin’s joy. The party wasn’t planned, but anyone who wanted to attend was there. The Cafeteria, Wendy’s name for her gourmet restaurant provided the food and manned the grill. Willi leaned over to Erin as she was getting out of the vehicle and gave her permission to speak, then Willi started to laugh; she tried hard to stifle it. Erin was mobbed immediately by other ponygirls.

The grooms and handlers all kept back and let the ponygirls go first. Chloe and Shia, Erin’s oldest friends from the ranch had tears in their eyes, they might have been as happy as Erin, but no one was happier. Erin felt like she had just won the Kentucky Derby, the Preakness Stakes, and the Belmont Stakes, The Triple Crown all at once. Chloe and Shia had pulled sulkies to the track; they brought their grooms to the party.

Veronika and Stacy were just finishing their training day when Mona drove in with Erin and Willi. Stacy’s first race was coming in less than a month and she was getting a bit flustered if she wasn’t busy. Jacqui was her jockey and left detailed plans for her training while she was away. Jacqui spent a lot of time at the track keeping notes and telling Linda what to watch for to spot cheaters and saboteurs. Linda had been to ponygirl races previously. She hadn’t covered them as a monitor or lookout before. At the next race Jacqui would be jockey and not have as much time to devote to security.