Sonja the Pale



Erin was amazed when the ponygirl passed her. She watched the back of the sulky get smaller as it moved away quickly. The ponygirl, Sonja, was in awe of Erin’s reputation, she decided to pass Erin and try to stay ahead. They both were pulling sulkies without jockeys, but Erin had a heavy passenger sulky, it was loaded with a 2 bags of dog food at 100 pounds each. She leaned forward to pull harder and increased her pace. Erin worked hard for several laps until she closed and started to pass, but the stopping whistle sounded and a handler opened the gate to the stable corral. They both slowed and headed toward the open gate.

Irina was in the corral waiting to take her in for the evening. Erin looked around as she jogged slowly to the gate. The other ponygirl was walking slowly and barely able to pull her empty sulky, she had used all of her energy just to pass Erin. The girl fell to her knees while Erin was watching.

WHINNY, Erin sounded off as loud as she could with the bit in her mouth and turned to try to help. Irina also saw the girl fall and hurried there too. She had a small radio for local communication and called for a handler to help. As soon as Jack Loos, the nearest handler, got there Irina led Erin away to make more room to aid the fallen ponygirl. Sonja was taken to the main ranch where a doctor was waiting.

What happened to Sonja, Erin? Denise sat on the side of Erin’s bunk. She was wearing a black leather mini-skirt and matching vest with black leather knee high boots. The boots had very high heels, she had worn hoof-boots for so long that lower heels were uncomfortable. Erin could wear any shoes, high heels, low heels, or running shoes or of course hoof-boots. She sat at her table where her dinner had gone untouched and was now cold and unpalatable.

Well, she passed me on the track, Erin spoke softly and looked directly at Denise. You know I couldn’t have that, so I started to try to catch her. Erin stood and walked around her stall. Irina had given her a shower and put leather sandals on her feet. I was hauling about 200 extra and it took me a while, so by the time I caught her the whistle blew. We both started to come in and she just kinda fell down, she waved her arms, ineffectually. I couldn’t do anything to help.”

The doctor said she over did it today, Denise smiled. She said she just had to try to pass you.”

Why? Erin asked.

Just to be on the track with the legend was almost too much for her, Denise smiled. So she had to try to out run you too.”

Will she be all right?”

Eventually, Denise stood up to go. Even with her high heels she was only slightly taller than Erin. She’ll be laid up for a while, and have to take it easy after that. Denise put her arms around Erin’s naked shoulders and pulled her close.

You don’t get it do you? Denise spoke softly. We probably shouldn’t a let her out on the track with you. She stepped back from Erin and reached out with her right index finger and gently touched the red championship tattoo on Erin’s left breast.

You are a target for rustlers and a goal for other ponygirls, Denise smirked. Sonja’s owner is a bit put out right now. He thinks you just ran her into the ground just because you were afraid of competition.”

But

No it doesn’t fit. Denise shrugged. Anyway it looks like I might be buying another ponygirl from Rick Miller.”