The Chastity Valley Recreation Center was a point of particular pride for the community. A brand new facility, it was open to all local residents that felt the need to go for a walk or jog around the indoor track, engage in some simple weight exercises, play some tennis, or even go swimming. And because it was public, anyone was free to join.
Winnifred Potter, a wrinkled, hunched senior citizen of seventy-six with short, thinning gray hair, made it a habit to come to the rec center every day for some laps around the track. Though she was old and certainly not athletic, she felt that what little exercise her body could still take at her age did her at least some good. As long as she could keep going without needing a walker, she intended to keep to this routine.
As Winnifred walked around the track on this particular day, she took a deep breath as a strange, pleasant scent briefly wafted in the air. She couldn't place what it was, or where it came from, but she just couldn't help breathing it in. It was so pleasant, in fact, that she felt a little rejuvenated; a rare second wind to carry her even further along than usual.
The old woman gradually increased her pace, no longer noticing the arthritic stiffness and pain that had coursed through her joints for so long. As her gait lengthened, she rose from her hunched posture and marched onward with her back straight. Winnifred smiled; she hadn't felt this good in ages.
Deciding to push herself, Winnifred increased her pace; the discomfort of her varicose veins forgotten, she jogged along, her legs and feet a picture of health. Breathing continued to grow easier as she inhaled deep through her nose, her large, round bosom bouncing with her every step.
Passing by a handsome gentleman in a white suit with a prominent bulge in his crotch, Winnifred nodded to him, her long, silver ponytail bobbing with each motion. The man stood by with a stopwatch, obviously timing something, but there wasn't any time to ponder that. Winnifred simply kept her attention on the track.
Faster and faster she went. Her round, firm ass and wide hips sat atop powerful thighs of toned muscle. Her stomach, a washboard of feminine muscle, glistened with sweat. The smooth cheeks of her beautiful face puffed as she exhaled. Each breath was only slightly inhibited by the bit fitted between her teeth.
Winnifred's knees kicked up high with every step as her arms remained bound to the sides of her leather harness. She had mastered the perfect running posture; the one that had won her so many races over her unprecedented career. With each step came the familiar clip-clop sound of her thigh-high hoof boots; the even, almost musical tone to her ears told her that she was still keeping perfect time.
As she completed yet another lap, her time even better than before, Winnifred saw the man with the stopwatch hold out his hand. "All right, Whinny!" he called out. "That's enough practice today. We need to keep you fresh for your race tonight."
Whinny Trotter slowed to a stop, and then high-stepped toward her trainer. She allowed him to lead her away from the track and toward the weights, where several other ponygirls were in the middle of doing leg-presses and other exercises meant to strengthen, tone, and maintain their racing condition. It was a routine that Whinny knew well; she had first joined the Chastity Valley Equestrian Society when she was thirteen and fell so in love with the sport of ponygirl racing that she dedicated her life to it.
And it was here, at the CVES Racing Grounds, where the former Winnifred Potter had made what she now considered her true name. She had won the annual Chastity Valley Derby more times than any other ponygirl; a feat she credited to her extensive training and dedication to the lifestyle. She even slept at the facility, with a special room in the stables reserved just for her. It was the perfect place for her to unwind after a long day of training, racing, and of course, receiving her "gifts" from her trainers for a job well done.
And from the size of the bulge in her trainer's pants, Whinny knew that she was due for another gift reception in the very near future.
Thu Jun 14 02:39:26 2012