Trottingham Track Field Festival

> Today is the Trottingham Track & Field Festival.
> Not much has happened so far, just a few relay races.
> You spot a yellow mare slowly climbing the bleacher stairs.
> Oh fuck, is that milkpone?
> You turn your back to her to hide, not realizing your human body sticks out like a sore thumb in a crowd of ponies.
Maybe she won't notice me.
"Anon! Is that you?"
Damnit.


> She hobbles over and sits by you.
> "Isn't this exciting! I've never been to the Track & Field Festival before."
"Oh."
> "Usually I stay home on days like this, but this year I heard there's a hurding event!"
> "I'm pretty good at hurding; the cows taught me."
"That's nice."
> You wonder what the hell she's talking about.
> "Oh, and of course I wouldn't pass up a chance to cheer on my favorite javelin thrower!"
> You roll your eyes.
"It's not very hard to win since I have hands."
> She giggles.
> A few awkward seconds later you're saved by the familiar hum of the loudspeaker.
> "ATTENTION ATHLETES. THE HURDLING EVENT BEGINS IN 5 MINUTES"
> "Thats my event! When you see me again I'll be on the winners podium!"
> You realize she must have confused hurdling with hurding.
> Fuck it, this is gonna be good.

-Cut to the race-
> "On your mark,"
> "Get set,"
> " GO!"
> The sprinters take off, leaving Milky at the starting line, confused.
> They're already halfway across thes track, milky is saying something to the ref.
> Let's see if you can make things a bit more interesting.
"RUN MILKY, RUN!"
> Her ears perk up, it seemed to get her attention.
"RUNNNN MILKY, RUNNNN!"
> After a few moments of hesistation she begins to trot down the track.
"RUN MILKY, RUN!"
> "RUN MILKY RUN!"
> The crowd joins in your cheering.
> Milky quickens her pace, now galloping.
> Her body clearly wasn't intended for anything other than milking.
> The first hurdle is only a few feet ahead.

"JUMP MILKY, JUMP!"
> "JUMP MILKY, JUMP!"
> With all her might she springs her front hooves over the bar.
> "SLAP. SLAP."
> Her melons connect with the top, sending drops of milk flying.
> You can hear he yelping in pain, but surprisingly she keeps running.
> The next hurdle approaches, you wonder if she realizes the cheering has stopped.
> "SLAP. SLAP."
> Her screams are agonizing, but she keeps going.
> Milk is squirting out of her bruised mounds with each step she takes.
> You really have to hand it to her, she's one determined pony.
> She leaps once again as another hurdle approaches, looks like this will be her last.
> "SLAP. SLAP."
> Milky stumbles on the landing and collapses into a puddle of milk, tears, and blood; defeated.
> As she rolls over onto her side you catch a glimpse of her swollen crotchtits.
> They've been bruised into being purple and blue, all the while involuntarily gushing out milk.
> Silence as everyone stares at the trembling mare, too shocked to do anything.
> Maybe next year.