WARNING -- There is mention of someone being treated and taken cruelly. This story includes non-con sex, incest, exhibitionism, humiliation, and lesbian sex.
Pony Girl Races takes a somewhat different approach to pony girls than many other stories. Part of that is one particular ranch being run differently. I also assume rules and regulations regarding pony girls may vary state to state and I set this in an unnamed state where I've decided the rules are different. If any readers or writers of pony girl stories are offended, I apologize, but felt I wanted my own take on this.
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My name is Melissa Ocean, better known as Missy, about 5'2" and 110 pounds, with brunette hair. My dad is David Ocean, owner of Poseidon Farms, which is known for its top racing pony girls. Racing pony girls has long been a thing, but my dad was among the first to take it to new levels. Thousands of folks come out to see the pony girl races and they are even televised, though on adult only channels.
Dad was a very good high school track athlete, even making it to the state tournament, though not among the top finishers. In high school, he met my mother who was an even better track athlete. She took state titles at two different distances. She was not Olympic class, but could have gotten a college scholarship for track, but wasn't really academically inclined.
They married right after high school, and my dad got a brilliant idea. Pony girl races were getting very big with pari-mutuel wagering and some nice purses for the winners. Dad realized that most of the pony girls didn't have nearly the athletic ability of my mother. Beyond that, when my mom ran track she was in what was not much more than a bikini bottom and sports bra, only about a step up from being naked.
After they married, dad got mom to voluntarily indenture herself to him to run as a pony girl. Mom had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, along with some mild submissive tendencies, and she loved sex. In some ways, it was a perfect fit. Dad began racing mom as a pony girl and they were very successful as well as being very popular.
Obviously the pony girls hid basically nothing when they raced, which is one reason why so many people enjoyed watching them. Beyond that, the trainers would often 'reward' the ponies with sex after the race, which the spectators loved as well. The spectators had zero respect for the pony girls and loved nothing more than seeing them running around naked and getting fucked after.
Most of the trainers had little respect for their pony girls as well, and used them as they wished and treated them like livestock. My dad was different and treated my mom and others as elite athletes and thoroughbreds. Where most pony girls were kept in stalls in barns, my dad built a comfortable air conditioned barracks with a gang shower for his ponies.
Mom, being his wife, usually slept in the house with him much of the time, but would also spend time in the barracks to be 'one of the girls'. Dad kept an eye out for talented athletic women when they got in financial of criminal difficulties and worked to snatch them up under voluntary indenture, before they were taken and sold on the open market.
Because he developed a reputation for treating his pony girls well, he had more than a few come to him before their problems hit the breaking point. The pony girls liked sex, but most trainers used the ponies whatever way they felt like. Dad found out what each pony liked and that was what he did. If a pony girl wasn't fond of anal or oral, he didn't do it. All this meant that girls who were likely to be ponies wanted my dad's ranch.
Another point of difference was that on some ranches and in some parts of the country, pony girls were branded. Dad felt that was cruel, so he had the ranch's brand tattooed on the asses of his girls. Put it all together, and dad had his choice of the most athletic pony girls available. He used that and had a super successful racing stable.
Mom was one of dad's best racers, though she took a break to give birth to my sister Lindsay and me. She still races and frankly owns the senior circuit of pony girl racing, and regularly beats girls ten to fifteen years younger than her. Both Lindsay and I grew up very athletic and in fact both became good track athletes. She was about a year older than I was.
Lindsay was athletically much like my dad, good enough to reach state tournaments, but not good enough to excel there. When she turned eighteen, dad got her to sign a voluntary indenture and began to train her as a pony girl. She was full time pony girl for the first few months, training during the day, racing on weekends, and sleeping in the dorm with the other ponies.
Dad trained Lindsay for over a month before her race debut. Sure she was an experienced track athlete, but she was used to running straight away, not pulling a small sulky with a driver. Being under 18, I was not allowed at the race, even if I was her sister. I was not even supposed to be able to see the video, though at some point I managed. Growing up with my sister, I'd seen her naked, but no matter.
Lindsay got off to a good start, but there was one other girl who stayed right with her. You could see Lindsay was really pushing it, but so was the other girl. About three quarters of the way through, the other girl tried to break away, but Lindsay stayed with her. About halfway between there and the finish, the other pony girl faltered, and Lindsay shut her down and won by more than a length.
Lindsay had given it everything in order to win, but the other girl had simply run out of what it took. As I said, the trainer or driver rewarded his pony girl with sex for her efforts. As I found, Lindsay was particularly fond of anal. In the finish area, her driver, petted her, gently extracted the horse tail butt plug, lubed up his cock and her hole and plunged his cock into her ass.
The crowd roared, even louder than they had for the victory. For all her exhaustion, it was clear that my sister loved the butt fucking that she was getting right there on the track. Sam, her driver loved it even more than she did, and as his cock hammered her well toned and sweaty ass, the audience went absolutely wild.
Frankly, though the crowd loved seeing naked women running around the track in races, most of them came to see the pony girls get fucked after their races. When I saw the images of Lindsay getting fucked and heard the crowd reaction, I had an orgasm without ever even touching myself. It had largely been expected that Lindsay and I would race when we hit that age, but that made it certain that I would.
It was the vicarious thrill of very public exhibitionism and public sex that really wound me up. I could not wait until it was my turn to do the same.
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I should mention that another thing my dad did was to share the race winnings with the pony girls. Obviously he had the costs of their indenture, along with the costs of training and housing them. And since he housed his girls better, those costs were higher. Sometimes dad had to pay off debts the girls had incurred and that had to be paid out of what they earned.
Half the race winnings went to dad for his overhead. Once the indenture costs were covered, the other half went into an account for that pony girl. A successful pony girl who spent five years with us, could easily walk away with a six figure nest egg. Given that, and the decent treatment of the pony girls, most of them stayed with dad for as long as they were competitive.
With most pony girls, unless they had a strong submissive streak or loved exhibitionism, they got out sd soon as their indenture was complete. Since my dad treated his ponies so much better, they stayed longer, were happier, and performed better than the pony girls from many of our competitors. Punishment is a motivator, but not as strong as reward.
B.F. Skinner, years ago in his studies in operant conditioning showed that positive reinforcement was far superior to negative reinforcement. My dad tried to provide plenty of positive reinforcement, between decent food, decent lodging, and mostly gentle treatment. He also used sex as a reward for good behavior and good performance, and our pony girls got plenty of good sex.
Sadly, not everything works out. We had one talented racer, Jen who suffered a career ending knee injury. After surgery, she had to walk with a brace on her knee, and while she was mobile, was never going to race again. Dad could have simply sold her to a brothel, where they'd have fucked her silly, but she didn't want that. We used her as a house servant and had her help some with training the girls.
We had another pony girl who utterly hated being publically fucked after the races. Dad had tried to explain that to her before she signed on, but she didn't get it. Most other ranches wouldn't care, and would have raced her and fucked her anyway, and punished her if she complained. She decided she'd rather be in a brothel, where she might get fucked even more, but it wouldn't be public.
Much like mother, Lindsay was not academically inclined, so she was more than happy simply to race as a pony girl. She did quite well, winning most of her races, though not as many as mom at the same age. Still she was among the top pony girls in the state. She seemed to relish it all, both the racing and the sex.
I was academically talented, as well as being an excellent athlete. When I graduated from high school, I had some of the best grades in my graduating class, and those grades were in honors classes, not the easy stuff. I ran track at state and won two events and medaled in two others. I wanted to further my education, but also use my athletic ability to benefit my family. I had turned eighteen just before graduation, and sat down to talk to my dad.
"How do I do this, dad? How do I do both?"
"You should do both."
"I want my education."
"We have a university in town. It has evening classes for working people."
"But won't racing get in the way?"
"You train during the day. You race weekends. You take classes and study at night."
"Sounds easier than it is."
