Author's note: I knew nothing about ponygirls, but I decided to give it a shot and write this story. I tried to stay away from all other ponygirl stories because I wanted to develop my own concept of what it meant. I'm sure many pony fans will criticize me, and others will praise me, but I'm convinced it is one of a kind because I stayed true to myself as a writer. It quickly became one of my favorites stories. It will be a long series of roughly 10 chapters. I hope you'll love it as much as I do. The action starts now...
Chapter 1 - The fastest pony on Earth
Flash! Flash!... Flash!
A cloud of fine sandy dry dust formed around the black hoof that softly struck the ground in the hallway leading to the race track...
Flash!... Flash! Flash!
... followed by another, and another. The bright lights emanating from the cameras' bursting bulbs were immortalizing their subject and making it shine for the fervently awaiting crowd to admire.
Occasional twitches could be noticed on her powerful latex covered thighs, betraying the febrility of the ponygirl. Her torso, too, was made of shiny rubber and was surrounded by a perfectly fitted leather harness, which was contouring her breasts and curves flawlessly as well as highlighting her healthy musculature.
Her tightly-laced pony boots gripped the soil and effortlessly pulled the cart attached to her hips despite the weight of the driver who was sitting in it. Her cuffed wrists were linked to her sides by short chains, forcing her elbows backward; it was cosmetic at best since her training made this restriction almost unnecessary.
The cheers of the crowd grew closer; a couple more steps from the athlete and they would be roaring of joy for their number one racer. She was part of the elite for the past three years and stole everyone's heart with her beauty and prowess on the track.
Even though the leather ears mounted atop of her bridle were not real, she could hear everything. Eyes closed, she embraced the feeling to have someone she trusted with her life guiding her. Her perfect white teeth were comfortably biting on the rubber bit, but there was no smile; this was work.
Then, the intense sunlight hit her face, exposing her charisma to the thousands of eyes, which triggered a roar of happiness all over the stadium. A light breeze put her long brown mane in motion, enhancing the surreal spectacle.
She opened her eyelids fully, which revealed her grey eyes and dilated her pupils instantaneously. Above her determined gaze, the white star engraved in her leather headband shone like never before.
Her name was Morning Star!
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This particular sight was exclusive to the National Racing Ponygirl Association, which organized some of the most prestigious ponygirl races on the planet. Tonight was the most important event of their calendar, the Super Cup. The winner would take home both riches and the 15000 spectators' admiration present on-site and countless more on television.
"We got gate number one. If we get in the front of the pack right off the bat, it will make life difficult for everybody else, but don't go crazy, okay? It's 800 meters. You don't want to run out of gas half-way through the race."
Sophie was the petite driver sitting in the cart pulled by Morning Star. The information she fed her ponygirl with was unnecessary, but it helped them focus on the task ahead. The runner much preferred not to think about anything at all, so the little speech from the driver was just a way of showing her that things were under control.
Morning Star slowly trotted behind the gates to get the blood flowing and keep her calves warm and ready for the upcoming painful exercise; at the end of this high-speed race, her entire body would be burning like fire.
"Heeey, Morning Shit! Ready to lose?"
"Ah, can't you keep your mouth shut for more than 30 seconds, Brittany? Leave my pony alone!"
"What's that, Sophie? You don't want your weak-minded creature to crumble under pressure?"
Brittany's brain hosted a mixture of stupidity and social failure. She was one of the nastiest people who had ever roamed this Earth and, unfortunately, for the past few years, her favorite target has been Morning Star.
She was doing this partially out of jealousy, but also because she was genetically engineered from birth to be a moron. What made it much worse in her case was that she was driving one of the best ponygirls ever, Hemlock. Whoever put this incredible athlete in Brittany's hands had to be out of his mind, but the sad reality was that she managed to win races, and for some odd reason, she had very good chemistry with her superstar ponygirl.
Hemlock was good; very good. Under her girly pink latex suit and harness, it was an unsuspected war machine, and on the race track, her long blonde hair floating in the wind was the most beautiful sight. But her athleticism and beauty weren't the only reason why she was a number one enemy; her attitude was downright concerning at times. Her prettiness was hiding a fearless individual ready to flirt with a disqualification to win a race. It was unclear if it was because she simply obeyed Brittany blindly, though; that was what ponies were good at, after all, run and obey.
As annoying as they were as a team, the root problem was certainly their owner, Paul Clover. This man had too much money for his own good and kept sweet-talking the officials to prevent his team from being expelled for good. Pony racing could sometimes be a dirty business.
Morning Star's owner, Penny, was not like that at all. She was an older woman who loved the sport so much that she always did everything to keep her ponygirls and drivers happy, even through difficult times. In return, they tried to win for her. She was the reason why everybody was training so hard in her stable.
"Gate 1 ... Cart number 7 ... Morning Star!"
"I'll wait for you at the finishing line, Morning Shit!"
"Brittany, you can really hope to win this one because, clearly, you left your brain in the locker room. You know,... weight advantage."
"Go to hell, Sophie! Watch yourself on the race track!"
"Yeah, whatever you say, flooded-skull!"
After the usual unrestrained exchange of insults, Sophie guided Morning Star to her gate while the announcer called the other ponies to do the same, one by one, in a randomly assigned order.
"Gate 2 ... Cart number 14 ... Tiantang Zhi Ma!"
"Ah, crap! I would have preferred to have somebody else next to us. We will have to be careful. She is very fast."
"Gate 3 ... Cart number 89 ... Hemlock!"
"Well, at least we're not next to those assholes."
"Gate 4 ... Cart number 13 ... Nightshade!"
"Another bimbo-pony from Paul's stable. They shouldn't be a big threat to us, though... But Nightshade is getting much better recently."
"Gate 5 ... Cart number 42 ... Biscuit of the Sea!"
"Gate 6 ... Cart number 33 ... Main Yak!"
"Gate 7 ... Cart number 72 ... Hilda Go!"
"Gate 8 ... Cart number 50 ... Fifty Shades of Hay!"
"Listen, Morning Star. Hemlock and Tiantang Zhi Ma are the only two who might cause us real trouble. But we have to be careful of Nightshade because she will probably do all she can to interfere so her friend Hemlock can win. Stay close to the rail so nobody can pass us on the left, okay?"
Morning Star nodded and pawed the ground a couple of times. The only thing missing was an open gate and a freshly groomed dirt track. This race would consist of two intense laps, the most important ones of the year.
The announcer's voice resonated through the metal speakers perched atop of some poles around the spectator stands.
