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TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 12
They were part way through the third lap when he realized that this was going to be the hardest race they had ever done. They were in third, Tim and his pony clear in the front by a few meters, Monique and Adanna in second.
They were passing through the wooded section when Luci clipped a root with one foot, stumbling a little before regaining her footing, John steering her well clear of any other roots in the track, even if that meant the other two teams were pulling further ahead.
Luci didn't seem to be struggling, but to John, this was a warning sign. The heat and the humidity over the two days of racing were taking their toll, even with the work he had done before this race. That was when he remembered the cooler. It was placed there for the end of the race, but nothing was said about not pausing for a water stop, like a water station in a marathon.
He knew what he needed to do.
-*-
John hopped out of the sulky quickly, racing over to the cooler by the side of the track and grabbing a sports bottle. He knew he had to take this calculated risk, even if the owners and ponies spectating looked at him as though he was mad.
He ran back to Luci, spraying fluid into her bitted mouth so she could drink it, before dumping the rest over her head, then jumped back up to the sulky and got Luci moving again.
He hoped he'd made the right choice.
-*-
The fourth lap was agony. He could see the leading pair out ahead of him, but it didn't seem that they were catching up at all. He was starting to second guess himself when they entered the wooded section again when he noticed Monique was steering Adanna around the hardest section entirely, just as he had the lap before.
He flicked the whip at Luci, and she responded, a little kick of speed as they entered a tricky section. John quickly stowed the whip in a holder and grabbed the edge of the sulky, maintaining only a loose grip on the reins.
'Go on, Luci!' he shouted, trusting her to find the best route through the section. This was all up to her now. She took a route he wasn't certain he'd take himself, the sulky becoming very close to trees on occasion, and rattling over roots, but by the time they had passed through the section, they were considerably closer to Adanna and Monique.
As they passed the start/finish line for the final lap, he could hear shouts of encouragement from Steve, from the team from Trinidad. This was it, all or nothing.
He gave Luci a couple of flicks with the whip, and she responded again, the distance between them and Monique in front dropping again. He could see the other owner flicking the whip at Adanna, but he was certain that she wasn't responding as well as Luci.
By the time they reached the approach to the wooded section again, John and Luci were on Monique's heels. She steered Adanna around the hardest section again, Luci taking the other direction, John holding on as the sulky occasionally lifted a wheel off the track as they bumped over roots.
As the two paths came back together again, John flicked out the whip three, four times, shouting 'You've got 'em!' as they entered the final section neck and neck. He barely saw Tim and his pony cross the line in first up ahead, he was concentrating on keeping Luci going. He flicked the whip again and again, as Monique did the same, but Luci had just that little bit extra left in her, and she started to inch in front, crossing the line just ahead of Adanna.
John hauled the reins sideways, bringing Luci to a sudden stop, the sulky skidding sideways. Luci had already dropped to her knees by the time he reached her, and he practically tore the head harness off her.
He caught a bottle someone had thrown at him, ripping the lid off and just pouring it on Luci's head, whilst she forced oxygen into her lungs, crying out as the ice cold liquid from the bottle ran down her body.
He undid her wrists from the shafts, grabbing a pair of bottles from someone nearby. He helped Luci bring one bottle to her lips, pressing it into her hand, then finally taking a long pull at a bottle himself.
'Did we....?'
He looked at Luci, soaked with sweat, dripping with whatever was in the bottle he had poured on her.
'We did...you did.. second place... We beat them, Luci. We beat every pony team here.'
He helped Luci stand, Steve taking hold of her as well. He could see Monique help Adanna stand as well, and, with Luci supported by him, he slowly made his way over to the other team.
He stuck out his hand, but Monique pushed it away, leaning in instead to kiss him on the cheeks, once, twice, three times, repeating the gesture with Luci.
'No one has ever won this meet except Adanna. No one until today.' Monique grabbed both his and Luci's hand, and held them in the air.
'Ladies and Gentlemen, ponies! I am delighted to present, the winners, by one point, of this event. John, and his Pony, Luci!'
He looked at Luci. Exhausted, soaked, but with a smile matching his own.
They were part way through the third lap when he realized that this was going to be the hardest race they had ever done. They were in third, Tim and his pony clear in the front by a few meters, Monique and Adanna in second.
They were passing through the wooded section when Luci clipped a root with one foot, stumbling a little before regaining her footing, John steering her well clear of any other roots in the track, even if that meant the other two teams were pulling further ahead.
Luci didn't seem to be struggling, but to John, this was a warning sign. The heat and the humidity over the two days of racing were taking their toll, even with the work he had done before this race. That was when he remembered the cooler. It was placed there for the end of the race, but nothing was said about not pausing for a water stop, like a water station in a marathon.
He knew what he needed to do.
-*-
John hopped out of the sulky quickly, racing over to the cooler by the side of the track and grabbing a sports bottle. He knew he had to take this calculated risk, even if the owners and ponies spectating looked at him as though he was mad.
He ran back to Luci, spraying fluid into her bitted mouth so she could drink it, before dumping the rest over her head, then jumped back up to the sulky and got Luci moving again.
He hoped he'd made the right choice.
-*-
The fourth lap was agony. He could see the leading pair out ahead of him, but it didn't seem that they were catching up at all. He was starting to second guess himself when they entered the wooded section again when he noticed Monique was steering Adanna around the hardest section entirely, just as he had the lap before.
He flicked the whip at Luci, and she responded, a little kick of speed as they entered a tricky section. John quickly stowed the whip in a holder and grabbed the edge of the sulky, maintaining only a loose grip on the reins.
'Go on, Luci!' he shouted, trusting her to find the best route through the section. This was all up to her now. She took a route he wasn't certain he'd take himself, the sulky becoming very close to trees on occasion, and rattling over roots, but by the time they had passed through the section, they were considerably closer to Adanna and Monique.
As they passed the start/finish line for the final lap, he could hear shouts of encouragement from Steve, from the team from Trinidad. This was it, all or nothing.
He gave Luci a couple of flicks with the whip, and she responded again, the distance between them and Monique in front dropping again. He could see the other owner flicking the whip at Adanna, but he was certain that she wasn't responding as well as Luci.
By the time they reached the approach to the wooded section again, John and Luci were on Monique's heels. She steered Adanna around the hardest section again, Luci taking the other direction, John holding on as the sulky occasionally lifted a wheel off the track as they bumped over roots.
As the two paths came back together again, John flicked out the whip three, four times, shouting 'You've got 'em!' as they entered the final section neck and neck. He barely saw Tim and his pony cross the line in first up ahead, he was concentrating on keeping Luci going. He flicked the whip again and again, as Monique did the same, but Luci had just that little bit extra left in her, and she started to inch in front, crossing the line just ahead of Adanna.
John hauled the reins sideways, bringing Luci to a sudden stop, the sulky skidding sideways. Luci had already dropped to her knees by the time he reached her, and he practically tore the head harness off her.
He caught a bottle someone had thrown at him, ripping the lid off and just pouring it on Luci's head, whilst she forced oxygen into her lungs, crying out as the ice cold liquid from the bottle ran down her body.
He undid her wrists from the shafts, grabbing a pair of bottles from someone nearby. He helped Luci bring one bottle to her lips, pressing it into her hand, then finally taking a long pull at a bottle himself.
'Did we....?'
He looked at Luci, soaked with sweat, dripping with whatever was in the bottle he had poured on her.
'We did...you did.. second place... We beat them, Luci. We beat every pony team here.'
He helped Luci stand, Steve taking hold of her as well. He could see Monique help Adanna stand as well, and, with Luci supported by him, he slowly made his way over to the other team.
He stuck out his hand, but Monique pushed it away, leaning in instead to kiss him on the cheeks, once, twice, three times, repeating the gesture with Luci.
'No one has ever won this meet except Adanna. No one until today.' Monique grabbed both his and Luci's hand, and held them in the air.
'Ladies and Gentlemen, ponies! I am delighted to present, the winners, by one point, of this event. John, and his Pony, Luci!'
He looked at Luci. Exhausted, soaked, but with a smile matching his own.
TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 13
The first order of business was caring for the ponies, and their owners.
They simply left the sulkies at the finish line, John and Luci slowly walking back to the stables. Stripped of all of the harness, Luci was dropped in the ice bath, John simply taking off his boots and going in himself, fully clothed. They stayed there a while, not speaking, just holding each other tightly, until he felt Luci start to shiver.
'Ok, winner, time for a warm shower and then the massage.'
She wrinkled her nose at him. 'Same for you, Sir. Can't have you catch a cold in those wet clothes can we?'
It was when they were both lying on adjacent massage tables that the reality sunk in.
'We really did it, didn't we...'
'We did, Luci, we...you... did it.' He felt her hand on his arm, and adjusted so they were holding hands.
'You made the right choices John. You trusted me to run the woods, for a start.'
'Yes, I reckon my backside will be bruised for a few days after those bumps.'
'Your backside? You weren't the one being whipped, y'know!' Luci laughed, then carried on. 'How did you know to stop for the drink?'
'You stumbled on a root. I'm not even certain you noticed it, but I did.' He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her. 'You're such a good runner, Luci. It wasn't normal for you.'
'You were right. I don't think I could have made it without that drinks break.'
'Good, as I thought I'd fucked it all up on the next lap. It wasn't until I saw Monique taking that wide line in the woods that I knew we were back in it.'
Luci moaned as the masseur hit a particularly sore spot. 'Did I hear there's a presentation party tomorrow?'
'Yes, apparently, Monique has her private yacht in a marina nearby. Tomorrow, we get to be feted as the winners...' he gave Luci's hand a squeeze. 'And then I guess we start the other challenge.'
-*-
They were sat outside John's guest quarters that evening, Luci in one of John's shirts, John in shorts and a shirt. Both were sipping slowly on a beer, relaxing after the exertions of the last few days.
Various owners had come up, to shake John's hand, to toast Luci, but by now, it was quiet. John was about to suggest they head inside, when Monique came up, carrying three glasses and a bottle of champagne.
'John, Luci, let us drink to your success!' She popped the cork, pouring three glasses of champagne, setting them in the table and sitting down.
'To John and Luci!'
John sipped at the champagne, then raised the glass for a second toast. 'To Monique, our host, and Adanna, her pony!'
Luci was next. 'To the next week!'
Monique clapped her hands at this. 'Ahhh, oui! To the next week! She looked at Luci. 'Tell me...Does the thought of being tested as a slave excite you?'
Luci nodded. 'Yes, Lady Monique.'
'Then I have a proposal for you. Tomorrow, we will all go to my yacht, the Gwendoline, to celebrate your victory. Why should we not add a little spice to the proceedings?'
'I propose that you and Adanna will already be on the boat, before everyone else arrives. When the time comes, they will find you both, chained to sybians on the aft deck. And there you will stay, unable to move, unable to stop yourself from coming, whilst the rest of the teams talk, drink, and watch...'
John looked over at Luci, who was fidgeting in her seat and biting her lip. 'Oh....fuck....please....'
Monique leaned over. 'Let us see how often you can come before you beg for it to stop...'
The first order of business was caring for the ponies, and their owners.
They simply left the sulkies at the finish line, John and Luci slowly walking back to the stables. Stripped of all of the harness, Luci was dropped in the ice bath, John simply taking off his boots and going in himself, fully clothed. They stayed there a while, not speaking, just holding each other tightly, until he felt Luci start to shiver.
'Ok, winner, time for a warm shower and then the massage.'
She wrinkled her nose at him. 'Same for you, Sir. Can't have you catch a cold in those wet clothes can we?'
It was when they were both lying on adjacent massage tables that the reality sunk in.
'We really did it, didn't we...'
'We did, Luci, we...you... did it.' He felt her hand on his arm, and adjusted so they were holding hands.
'You made the right choices John. You trusted me to run the woods, for a start.'
'Yes, I reckon my backside will be bruised for a few days after those bumps.'
'Your backside? You weren't the one being whipped, y'know!' Luci laughed, then carried on. 'How did you know to stop for the drink?'
'You stumbled on a root. I'm not even certain you noticed it, but I did.' He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her. 'You're such a good runner, Luci. It wasn't normal for you.'
'You were right. I don't think I could have made it without that drinks break.'
'Good, as I thought I'd fucked it all up on the next lap. It wasn't until I saw Monique taking that wide line in the woods that I knew we were back in it.'
Luci moaned as the masseur hit a particularly sore spot. 'Did I hear there's a presentation party tomorrow?'
'Yes, apparently, Monique has her private yacht in a marina nearby. Tomorrow, we get to be feted as the winners...' he gave Luci's hand a squeeze. 'And then I guess we start the other challenge.'
-*-
They were sat outside John's guest quarters that evening, Luci in one of John's shirts, John in shorts and a shirt. Both were sipping slowly on a beer, relaxing after the exertions of the last few days.
Various owners had come up, to shake John's hand, to toast Luci, but by now, it was quiet. John was about to suggest they head inside, when Monique came up, carrying three glasses and a bottle of champagne.
'John, Luci, let us drink to your success!' She popped the cork, pouring three glasses of champagne, setting them in the table and sitting down.
'To John and Luci!'
John sipped at the champagne, then raised the glass for a second toast. 'To Monique, our host, and Adanna, her pony!'
Luci was next. 'To the next week!'
Monique clapped her hands at this. 'Ahhh, oui! To the next week! She looked at Luci. 'Tell me...Does the thought of being tested as a slave excite you?'
Luci nodded. 'Yes, Lady Monique.'
'Then I have a proposal for you. Tomorrow, we will all go to my yacht, the Gwendoline, to celebrate your victory. Why should we not add a little spice to the proceedings?'
'I propose that you and Adanna will already be on the boat, before everyone else arrives. When the time comes, they will find you both, chained to sybians on the aft deck. And there you will stay, unable to move, unable to stop yourself from coming, whilst the rest of the teams talk, drink, and watch...'
John looked over at Luci, who was fidgeting in her seat and biting her lip. 'Oh....fuck....please....'
Monique leaned over. 'Let us see how often you can come before you beg for it to stop...'
If anyone is curious what a sybian might be, I had to ask Google, and oh my, what an appropriate sex toy for ponies!
So I figure like a vibrating saddle with an additional tickler toy! And flesh exposed for judiciously adding a few whiplashes while pony rides?
So I figure like a vibrating saddle with an additional tickler toy! And flesh exposed for judiciously adding a few whiplashes while pony rides?
captivecuties
Senator
The design always made me think of work on a wooden pony with something like this but more of a Torture Pony in mind.If anyone is curious what a sybian might be, I had to ask Google, and oh my, what an appropriate sex toy for ponies!
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So I figure like a vibrating saddle with an additional tickler toy! And flesh exposed for judiciously adding a few whiplashes while pony rides?
Migoz2
Senator
And here is a useful demonstration of a sybian in action.If anyone is curious what a sybian might be, I had to ask Google, and oh my, what an appropriate sex toy for ponies!
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So I figure like a vibrating saddle with an additional tickler toy! And flesh exposed for judiciously adding a few whiplashes while pony rides?
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TheLimey
Governor
Chapter 14
John grabbed another glass of champagne from a tray placed on the bar, and took a sip, before he stepped outside onto the sundeck of the yacht, where the collected pony teams were all milling around and talking.
When he had first found out that Monique had a yacht, he'd formed a certain image in his head, based on everything he knew about her, but when he and Monique, plus their already naked ponies had helicoptered over at Dawn to get everything set for the challenge, he'd seen he just wasn't thinking on the right scale.
The ship was huge, a beautiful thing of polished steel, glass and fine wood. They had been given a quick tour, Monique's own stateroom, various guest rooms, the well appointed gym, and the spaces they would use today. The sundeck, towards the bow, where everyone would gather at first, as they got underway and set sail, and finally the aft deck.
There were two women waiting for them there, both dressed alike in dark blue shorts and white polo shirts, with the name of the ship embroidered on the chest. Monique had introduced them as 'special' members of the crew, who would now take Adanna and Luci, and get them ready for their challenge.
John had been shown a stateroom for himself, close to Monique's own, where a set of clothes were in the bed waiting for him, dark blue shorts, and a black polo. Under the ship's name, there was more embroidery, 'Master John, Barbados 2024, Winning Owner' underlined with a stylized coiled buggy whip.
The helicopter had flown back and forth a few times, and John had watched the various teams ushered along the gangway alongside his guest cabin, the glass designed so he could see out, but they couldn't see in.
Now they were underway, sailing slowly in the lee of the island, on calm, windless seas, and the fore sun deck was full of the teams, each team dressed alike in white polos and shorts, all talking about the events of the last few days. He accepted the congratulations of all the owners, congratulated the team from Brazil, the only other team who ran in each event. There was some talk about his brave call to stop for water, and how the race went after that, and he fended off the inevitable question about where Luci was.
Finally, Monique came out onto the deck, dressed in black shorts and a white blouse, tied across her midriff.
'Thank you all, mes amis, for being here these last few days. We have truly seen the best pony teams from across the Americas, and have seen the rise of an international team in John and his pony.'
There was a smattering of applause, led by Monique, and John raised his glass to acknowledge it.
'It is only right that we should award the victors with medals, and so, I would ask you all to follow me to the aft deck, where the winning team will receive their medals.'
Monique turned, but not before she guestured for John to join her at the front of the crowd, leading them through the yacht, until they stepped onto the aft deck.
The crowd took a collective intake of breath as they all spilled out onto the deck, all except John, who couldn't help but let out a muttered 'Oh, damn...' as he took in the vision before him.
The deck had railings along the sides and along the far edge. Luci was in the port side corner, backed up against the stanchion on the corner. She was kneeling, held that way by a steel collar around her neck, fixed to the stanchion. Her arms were pulled behind her back, cuffed togther.Between her legs was a black leather saddle shaped device, the Sybian that would torture here until she cried out for it to stop.
Not that she could cry out right now. Her mouth was filled with a red ball gag, buckled tightly behind her head, drool flowing from her mouth to mix with the sweat that already sheened her skin. He glanced over at Adanna, seeing a mirror image of Luci.
Monique waved at the scene in front of her. 'Mes amis.. I present to you, the winner and runner up!'
John grabbed another glass of champagne from a tray placed on the bar, and took a sip, before he stepped outside onto the sundeck of the yacht, where the collected pony teams were all milling around and talking.
When he had first found out that Monique had a yacht, he'd formed a certain image in his head, based on everything he knew about her, but when he and Monique, plus their already naked ponies had helicoptered over at Dawn to get everything set for the challenge, he'd seen he just wasn't thinking on the right scale.
The ship was huge, a beautiful thing of polished steel, glass and fine wood. They had been given a quick tour, Monique's own stateroom, various guest rooms, the well appointed gym, and the spaces they would use today. The sundeck, towards the bow, where everyone would gather at first, as they got underway and set sail, and finally the aft deck.
There were two women waiting for them there, both dressed alike in dark blue shorts and white polo shirts, with the name of the ship embroidered on the chest. Monique had introduced them as 'special' members of the crew, who would now take Adanna and Luci, and get them ready for their challenge.
John had been shown a stateroom for himself, close to Monique's own, where a set of clothes were in the bed waiting for him, dark blue shorts, and a black polo. Under the ship's name, there was more embroidery, 'Master John, Barbados 2024, Winning Owner' underlined with a stylized coiled buggy whip.
The helicopter had flown back and forth a few times, and John had watched the various teams ushered along the gangway alongside his guest cabin, the glass designed so he could see out, but they couldn't see in.
Now they were underway, sailing slowly in the lee of the island, on calm, windless seas, and the fore sun deck was full of the teams, each team dressed alike in white polos and shorts, all talking about the events of the last few days. He accepted the congratulations of all the owners, congratulated the team from Brazil, the only other team who ran in each event. There was some talk about his brave call to stop for water, and how the race went after that, and he fended off the inevitable question about where Luci was.
Finally, Monique came out onto the deck, dressed in black shorts and a white blouse, tied across her midriff.
'Thank you all, mes amis, for being here these last few days. We have truly seen the best pony teams from across the Americas, and have seen the rise of an international team in John and his pony.'
There was a smattering of applause, led by Monique, and John raised his glass to acknowledge it.
'It is only right that we should award the victors with medals, and so, I would ask you all to follow me to the aft deck, where the winning team will receive their medals.'
Monique turned, but not before she guestured for John to join her at the front of the crowd, leading them through the yacht, until they stepped onto the aft deck.
The crowd took a collective intake of breath as they all spilled out onto the deck, all except John, who couldn't help but let out a muttered 'Oh, damn...' as he took in the vision before him.
The deck had railings along the sides and along the far edge. Luci was in the port side corner, backed up against the stanchion on the corner. She was kneeling, held that way by a steel collar around her neck, fixed to the stanchion. Her arms were pulled behind her back, cuffed togther.Between her legs was a black leather saddle shaped device, the Sybian that would torture here until she cried out for it to stop.
Not that she could cry out right now. Her mouth was filled with a red ball gag, buckled tightly behind her head, drool flowing from her mouth to mix with the sweat that already sheened her skin. He glanced over at Adanna, seeing a mirror image of Luci.
Monique waved at the scene in front of her. 'Mes amis.. I present to you, the winner and runner up!'
I have never understood the concept of the Ponygirl.
This story is truly since a time on my to do list. Good, that you remind me.
When you wish, we can remove the not story postings.