Tomorrow Stacy would have Willi for her jockey, Erin had the whole day and evening off. Willi didn’t want Erin and Stacy to spend any time together until Stacy had run a race too. If she thought it was too easy or hard for Erin, she could decide she could never do it. Psychological problems were Willi’s forte; it was easier to just keep them apart than to repair a head case later. Their handlers and grooms took them right in for baths and a little rest. They would of course be back later to eat and congratulate Erin, but not to have any long conversations with her.

Erin heard a squeal and felt like a truck hit her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Alicia, just before the big bash. They both fell down in a pile of arms and legs.

I’m so glad for you! Ooooh, You’ve done ssoo well! Alicia yelled and shouted at the same time. They fell in a pile of arms, legs, and mud from Erin’s Coke, and Alicia’s beer. Erin was back on her feet instantly, and grabbed Alicia under the shoulders lifting her easily.

Wow, you’re so strong, Alicia said as her legs kicked around about six inches off the ground. They both laughed until Erin couldn’t keep Alicia up anymore. She put Alicia down and sat on the bench of a picnic table to take her muddy sandals off.

Willi was right there instantly, What’s going on, she asked, sounding concerned.

They both laughed even more, Erin fell off the bench onto the ground. She had Coke and beer mud on her butt and legs, still laughing. Willi caught on to the whole fun aspect of the situation and began to laugh too. Alicia explained that they were old friends from high school. The first track event Erin won ended the same way, except Erin wasn’t naked.

I’ll take her in and wash her off as soon as the stalls are empty, Alicia said. Willi was surprised she knew what the plan was about Erin and Stacy. Alicia smiled, I want to transfer here to stay with her. She said, pointing over her shoulder at Erin, with her thumb.

Do you think they know, Willi asked? Referring to her plan to keep Erin and Stacy apart. Alicia shook her head no.

Go ahead and get washed up, Alicia wants to help, Willi said to Erin.

Is it all right if she,uh,ummm, Erin stammered.

Yes, it’s all right, Willi said firmly.

Denise was coming by as Erin and Alicia headed for the bath stall. She had heard the commotion and wanted to see what was going on. Her husband, Aaron, was with her.

He was still a bit taken aback by the casual attitude the ponygirls had toward the naked lifestyle they had to live. Denise explained that it didn’t matter to them. Wendy’s philosophy was that they were livestock, and not considered otherwise. They were kept naked, because as livestock there was no other option. Denise and Aaron had been married for a little over a year, he stayed away from the ranch when Denise was at work. He wasn’t sure he would like to come here to see her naked and pulling a sulky, and he didn’t want to think of her as livestock, and he didn’t want to be there while she considered herself livestock. They were friends before Denise started at the ranch, and started dating after Denise finished the probationary period, and could leave the ranch.

While she was being a ponygirl she didn’t really think of herself as livestock, she didn’t think of anything. She was a ponygirl. Now owning a ponygirl validated the philosophy even further.

Alicia told Denise what they were doing as they headed for the bathing stall. She knew Alicia missed Erin, but Erin had to change her attitude about her place, and that required all new personnel around her. Now that she saw what she could achieve, Denise wanted to get Alicia and Erin back together. Wendy would have to approve that move. Denise knew that Wendy, Alicia, and Erin had a history, but not the true extent.

Erin stopped as she walked by Denise and got an evil smile and reached over and patted Denise’s belly. It was starting to get rounded her flatness was going away and Erin was envious.

Oh, Denise you are so lucky. I really would like to be having my own baby. Some day, She gushed.

May I take pictures of you, Aaron asked? He was asking Erin and Denise.

Sure. Why not, Denise asked?

Well, Aaron said. He nodded toward Erin. She doesn’t have anything on.”

I know, Denise answered. She nodded her head toward Erin. Go ahead. She stepped closer to Erin, and put her arm around her back. He took a few shots; Erin went back to touching Denise’s belly.

He went to Erin, Are you sure it’s all right for me to take pictures?”

Yeah. It’s really all right, she answered.

You don’t think it’s like girly pictures? I just don’t really want to upset things, he said.

It’s ok, I don’t think of myself that way. Besides you are an owner, community property, right, Erin smiled. You can take photos of anything you own.”

Oh, I didn’t think about it that way, but I guess so, Aaron said thoughtfully. He wasn’t sure he wanted to consider himself the owner of anyone. After he thought about it for a bit, he began to accept the idea. To himself he thought, If I own someone, at least she’s a good one, she just won the race. He was very devoted to Denise and didn’t want to have the distraction of such a beautiful naked woman right there, but it was all right with her and with Denise.

Is that all right, Erin asked? Aaron nodded. Go ahead with the pictures. Erin turned to Denise, He’s still learning this, she whispered. Denise smiled and nodded.



Stacy ran comfortably, around the track pulling Jacqui in a sulky. They were out for the second time today, they ran around the track several times and then out through the gate onto the road toward the main ranch. Jacqui got back from the race where they took Erin late last night and she was up at 6AM, to start training. The week she was gone didn’t mean that much to Stacy, Jacqui left detailed lesson plans for whoever filled in for her. Usually it was Margot Werner, Willi pronounced it, Margo Verner another German trainer, but she had been training horses here for the last ten years. Some times Willi sat in for Jacqui. Stacy noticed that Willi’s name was pronounced with a W and Margot’s last name with a V”, she wondered how to tell the difference. Jacqui snapped the reins, hard and yelled for Stacy to move faster.

HEY, get a move on, and quit fuckin around, Jacqui snarled. Stacy took off, speeding up considerably. Jacqui had never used a whip on Stacy; the only whip used was the long, light one used for the lunge training. It wasn’t used to strike with, only a slight touch to get her attention.

Wendy had not really asked Stacy if she would like to become a ponygirl racer. There were a few time trials and when they were done, Stacy found out she was a racer. Erin was ahead of her and was sent to the first race. It was like a test run, several of the personnel were sent to the track to watch and to see what happened. When they came back with Erin, she had won the main event. Stacy wasn’t given a lot of time to spend with Erin, but she said that the training here was superior to anyplace that sent girls to that race. Stacy’s first race would be in two more months, in Oklahoma, a little farther away than Erin’s race.



The party was just what Wendy wanted, the guests were polite and interested in ponygirl racing and several wanted to invest, too. Miss Lydia Carstairs was avid to invest and her, niece from the health club thought she might like to work at the track as a trainer. Wendy told her she might be interested in a trainer for her club, but the track was well staffed.

Erin was brought to the garden and kept there; Wendy sent word through Willi that she was free to pee in the garden during the evening. Veronika was also displayed in the garden, at the other end from Erin. They both wore hoof-boots and pony-hands, but stainless collars and not wearing bridles or bits. Veronika had her new PRA number tattooed on her right areola. It was 1071321 and the barcode 1071321 was on the back of her neck.

Veronika didn’t know what to think of the presentation, she had to pee really badly. She finally got Paddy’s attention. He told her to go ahead, preferably in a flower bed so she didn’t make a peddle for the guests to walk in.

What will these people say, she asked? She looked around, I understand going out on the trail, but here in the garden?”

They all know you’re a ponygirl, that’s why no one has stopped to talk to you, Paddy responded. If they get wet, too bad. Please give them a chance to get out of the way, Paddy chuckled. Actually there are them as want’s t’see it, he said, putting on his best Gaelic. Gotta go, he said as he walked toward the office.

Veronika waited until he was safely away, and turned her back to the flowerbed. She moved her feet apart and bent her knees; lastly she arched her back and urinated. The flow went out behind her into the flowerbed. It felt so much better she almost moaned, only almost.

She heard several people behind her talking to each other, Wow, she just went. And, Look at that, she really is a ponygirl. She felt Iris’s hand on her shoulder. Iris was here tonight to take care of Veronika and Erin in the garden. She had a wet wipe for Veronika’s vulva and urethra opening; she didn’t want her to jump here in front of everybody.

Wendy was getting around to everybody she wanted to talk to about investing in ponygirl racing. The results were promising; Miss Lydia scheduled a meeting and Diane’s mother, Mrs. Rush was mildly interested, and the lawyer Mr. Jung wanted to leave his investment tonight.

The rest of the guests were happy to look at ponygirls, for now. The males liked looking at them, as prime, but unobtainable examples of female composition. Sort of like women looking at pro-football players, the women reacted like men do in that same position, I could look like that if I had time.

Erin was waiting to be taken to the front to tell what happened at the race track, and how much better prepared she was than the other ponygirls at the event.

After the party Erin and Veronika were hitched together, on a double sulky and they pulled Willi and Alicia to the track. Wendy had approved Alicia’s transfer to the track, so she was moving out there tonight. She really had moved out earlier with her pickup, and rode in with Paddy from a meeting. She could officially move this evening by having ponygirls take her there. Erin didn’t get to see Ione, and felt a little bad about that, Wendy sent her for a vacation in Hawaii. She didn’t want to try to deal with her while she was getting the racing program underway. Ione was a pet that took a lot of extra care; she insisted on extra care.



The party moved inside about 9PM. Willi was there almost immediately to get Erin and Veronika. She had bridles for each on them; she put the bridles on both before she unlocked the collars from either. Veronika thought she was being a bit excessive with her security measures. Willi had impressed her with the need to refrain from speaking, but she had to tell Willi that her security procedures were too extreme.

Willi just smiled, We will discuss this tomorrow, for now, Willi smiled even larger, we will follow Miss Wendell’s instructions. Veronika’s eyes got big and she looked away and nodded. They got into the stable after midnight, Alicia took care of Erin and Irina bathed Veronika. Erin went to bed happy, but Veronika was frustrated. Willi had cautioned Irina to just wash Veronika and put her to bed.



Erin and Veronika got to sleep in; they were very late getting in to the racing stable. Alicia came around and woke the two ponygirls about 10AM, with coffee and fresh fruit. They were harnessed after lunch, Jacqui took Erin out for an easy run, and Willi dealt with Veronika.

Sprechen Sie Deutsch, liebling, Willi said to Veronika? Linda, a handler had just finished harnessing her to a sulky. Veronika shook her head. You don’t speak German? Willi looked at her with a bit of pity. She got into the sulky and took Veronika out to get warmed up a bit.