This is the 'birthday present' story mentioned in comments in the past few days. Hope you enjoy it... it's a bit of fun! And just a note, the 'Alex' in this story is a girl. (Not sure if Alex is also a girl's name in all countries or just in English based western ones?)
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Rodeo Challenge
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I whooped and reined in. Without thinking I kicked my feet free of the stirrups, swung my leg over the saddle and slid to the ground in a casual manner that would have made all the pony club instructors frown with disapproval. I knew that some of the younger riders would imitate me and I also knew that it would irritate the hell out of a certain young woman who had just reached camp.
“The supreme rider,” I raised my fists above my head, Rocky style.
Alex dismounted from her horse in the correct pony club approved fashion, giving me a very pleasant view of her well toned, jodhpur wrapped, backside. She took her helmet off and scowled in my direction. “You cheated,” she accused me.
“Hey this is the wilderness princess not a dressage ring.” I grinned which I knew would annoy her even more.
“You’re meant to follow the trail. It was bad enough you talked me into letting them race back to camp but you managed to set an even worse example.”
“One it’s good for them to ride off trail. It builds confidence and skills you can’t learn otherwise. Two you’re really just ticked cause I beat you again and you have to admit that I’m the better rider, right guys?” I directed this last comment at the other riders who’d caught up to us.
The younger kids chorused their support just like I knew they would. A few of the 15-16 year old girls smiled but as they tended to look to Alex as their leader they weren’t going to say anything.
“Better rider my butt.” Alex folded her arms under her chest which I also found rather pleasant. Even straightened up to her full height Alex only came up to my chest. She was petite but well toned from years of riding and her green eyes flashed when she was ticked off. Oddly enough I liked that too.
I stepped closer, “just admit I kicked your ass and that I’m the better rider.”
She stepped closer as well, “never happen,” she growled back.
I turned to the group who were watching intently. “I asked nicely didn’t I? Now kids I’m sorry you have to see this but there are times when you just have to show someone who’s boss.” With that I swept Alex up and with the whole group trailing carried her to the nearest water trough. I held her struggling over the water, “keep it up and I might have to drop you.”
Alex went very still but if looks could kill. “So Alex is there anything you want to tell me?”
“Not in front of anyone under sixteen.”
I pretended to drop her and she squealed despite herself. “Last chance princess.”
“Bite me,” she growled.
I tilted her head down and her long auburn ponytail dipped beneath the water.
“I’m going to kill you,” she promised.
I gave her a cheeky grin, then flipped her upright and onto her feet. Her water soaked ponytail slapped against the thin material of her tank-top. I laughed as she danced on the spot as the cold water quickly spread down her back. Without warning she threw herself forward tackling me around the waist. Caught by surprise I stumbled then we tumbled down to the ground.
We wrestled around on the ground while the kids cheered us on. As we rolled I straddled her back. I playfully gave her butt a swat and bounced a little in the curve of her back. Alex surged up onto her hands and knees and I stayed on top of her. “Good pony!” I yelled, “giddy-up.”
Alex twisted and dropped a shoulder, laughing I allowed myself to roll off her. She then surprised me again by jumping on top of me. In a few moments her shins were pressing down on my arms and her backside settled firmly on my chest. I gave a buck and she rode it easily, lifting herself like she was rising to the trot and then dropping her cute butt back down onto my chest.
“One,” someone yelled.
Alex looked around and grinned. She raised herself up and dropped again. “Two.” the kids roared, then “three.”
“Okay, okay,” I protested weakly. I had to admit that she was knocking some of the wind out of me. Alex put her hands on her hips and gave me one of her best ‘superior’ looks. “Is there something you want to say to me?”
I looked up at her and poked out my tongue. Alex shrugged then drew her ponytail around her shoulder. She raised an eyebrow then drew her hand down the hair forcing a stream of water to run down into my face. As I spluttered the kids laughed.
“I think it’s clear who the best rider is around here,” she stated.
“Actually I think it was me who was riding you,” I replied.
“I threw you off,” Alex countered.
“No I let you throw me off, there’s a difference you know. If I’d been serious you’d still be on all fours right now.”
“Rodeo challenge!” someone called out.
Alex looked over to see one of her ‘followers’ had made the suggestion. “What’s a rodeo challenge?” she asked.
“You each get three goes at trying to throw the other for one minute each go. I used to play this at Judo class,” the girl replied.
Alex frowned, clearly a bit uncertain about this idea. “Don’t worry princess,” I said loudly enough for everyone to hear. “You don’t have to do anything that would show everyone that I’m the best.”
“Shut up you!” She pulled her legs in until her thighs held my head trapped then put her hand over my mouth. I could see her talking to the kids but couldn’t hear what she was saying.
Alex finally moved her hand and let my head go. “All right but if I win you have to get on your knees, kiss my boots and admit I’m the best rider.”
“Make him clean your tack as well,” I heard a girl add.
Alex grinned, “what a good idea. And you have to clean my tack.”
“Fine but if I win I get the same thing.”
“Deal.” Alex stood up but before I could rise she dropped straight back down pinning me again. “Oh and I forgot to add that you’ll need to wear something to make the contest even.”
I turned my head and saw two girls running back towards us. They were giggling and one was carrying what looked like a stripped-down bridle. “What’s that for?”
Alex flicked her ponytail. “You’ve got natural reins to use so Helen suggested we put a bridle and reins on you.”
I remembered Helen’s pony had a very soft mouth and a nylon bit. “I hope she washed it first,” I growled. Alex shrugged and tweaked my nose.
It struck me, as I waited on all fours with a nylon bit in my mouth and reins trailing over my back, that teen girls can be both evil and very inventive. Still I knew I’d got myself into this by challenging Alex and I couldn’t very well back out now.
“Comfy?” Alex gave one of the reins a tug and my head turned automatically. Damn but I was surprised by how easily the modified bridle had controlled my head.
Alex swung a leg over my back and dropped her weight. I had to quickly adjust my hands to brace myself. I felt her gather up the reins. She pulled my head up then from side to side getting a feel for the aids. She then wiggled her hips settling her backside more firmly into my back.
One of the boys set his watch for a minute and nodded to show he was ready. Alex kicked my thighs with her heels and had the nerve to smack my butt!
I tried to shoot forward quickly and then bounce my back up but Alex pulled my head up, slowing me down and the bounce did nothing to unseat her. I scrabbled forward again pulling against the bit trying to get some momentum, then I spun to my left. I felt her weight shift and dropped to my elbows. Alex spun off and rolled to a stop.
“Thirty seconds.” One to me I thought.
Alex got up and dusted herself off. “Not bad,” she muttered.
“Come on Alex!” the girls yelled as she mounted me again.
Nod, kick and we were off again. I reared forcing Alex to take her own weight then dropped forward falling to my elbows again. The impact was hard on my arms but I figured it would be worth it to see her tumble into the dirt again. But as I dropped Alex expertly shifted her upper body weight back while allowing herself to slide forward and dig her knees into the back of my arms.
We held that pose for a moment then Alex pulled hard on the reins drawing me back up. I shook my head and tried to turn quickly but Alex squeezed my ribs tightly and rode me around the turn without the slightest shift. I tried to catch her out by changing direction but she had enough leverage with the reins to keep me turning the way I started. I stopped to grab a deep breath and heard the kids counting down. Frantic I bucked but Alex had her balance now and her backside stayed firmly planted in my back.
“Time!” someone yelled and I stopped fighting. I have to admit that this was harder than I’d expected and although I knew Alex was a superb rider I honestly hadn’t thought she’d have been able to translate that skill to riding on a person so quickly. I also didn’t notice that she didn’t get off me while I took a breather.
“Ready,” a girl called. No I thought but the bit stopped me from saying anything.
I felt Alex’s kick and tried again to move quickly forward but I was getting tired and Alex was clearly getting better at controlling me with those damned reins. I bucked my back up and down as rapidly as I could but I could feel her backside return to the same spot each time. I paused and her weight pressed more firmly down onto me.
“Giving up so soon,” she chuckled.
I moved forward and she curbed me with the reins. I tried backing but a couple of swift kicks put paid to that. I was running out of ideas and stamina. Sweat ran freely across my face as I bucked her again. Alex felt confident enough to smack my butt again. I bent my arms like I was doing a press-up then pushed up hard. Unfortunately the movement was more in my shoulders than the middle of my back.
“Time!”
“Two out of three!” The girls all cheered Alex who then drew my head back up, turned me then kicked me forward. Damn her but she actually rode me back over to the group rather than get off. Worst of all I was too tired to actually do anything but obey.
Alex reined me in and remained mounted as the girls high fived her and congratulated her. “Good pony,’ she leant forward and ruffled my hair. “I could get used to this. Such a shame to actually have to dismount.” She bounced lightly on my back before standing up.
I got onto my knees and fumbled with the buckles until I was able to take the bit out of my mouth. Alex helped me take the bridle off but I suspect by her smile that it was because she liked standing over me while I was on my knees.
I got up and stretched. Alex dropped to all fours and tossed her head, “let’s go,’ she demanded. I knew she was pushing me to start before I had a chance to really recover from being ridden but with everyone watching I had little choice.
I stepped over her and returned the favour by dropping my weight onto her back. I admit I smiled when I heard a little groan escape her lips. I noticed that I was actually sitting in a spot where her back naturally curved down from her hips before rising gracefully in front of me up to her shoulders. I expected her back to bow under me but instead I could feel the strong muscles tighten and adjust to carrying me.
I caught at her ponytail and looked up at the boy with the watch. He nodded. I raised a hand and gave Alex’s firm butt a good swat. Everyone started yelling as Alex started moving. She started slowly getting a feel for how I was sitting on her back. I tugged on her ponytail and she responded by bouncing her back up and down. I laughed and smacked her butt again. Then I drew her ponytail across pulling her head to the left, gave her thighs a light kick and clucked my tongue to get her moving.
Amazingly Alex obeyed. She moved smoothly under me. I pulled her head the other way and she changed direction without complaint. Maybe she was alot more tired from the days ride than she’d let on and was doing this out of pride rather than to compete. I reined her in then bounced lightly on her back. Alex gasped a few times but didn’t fight back. Someone started counting down from ten. “Time!”
I patted her head, “what a well broken in pony,” I said.
“Can I get up for a moment?” Alex asked. “My top’s really uncomfortable,” she explained.
I stood up and gave her a hand up. Alex stood up and crossed her arms over her waist, hooked her fingers under her tank-top and then very slowly drew the top up her body. As she did her toned stomach was revealed and as her back arched her chest lifted to display a baby-pink, crop-top. Someone whistled and then yelped as they were thumped but I had to admit they were right.
Alex dropped the damp top then smiled at me. Fortunately her petite size meant I could see the smile and admire her athletic figure at the same time. She got down on all fours then looked up at me which meant the little crop-top gave me a wonderful view.
I actually felt a little nervous mounting her this time because now I could see the line and muscles of her back and she looked stunning. I sat down on her hips and slid down and into that lovely curve in her back.
I picked up her ponytail, waited for the nod then gave her a quick tap with my heels. Alex leapt forward, somehow put the brakes on and I felt her knees leave the ground like she was trying to do a handstand. I rode her back down and she spun just like I’d expected her to do. I pulled her head back the other way, and she responded quickly, very quickly. As we turned to the left the momentum unsettled me. Somehow Alex managed to drop her right shoulder and before I knew it I had slipped off her back.
She rose up onto her knees and stretched, “ready to go again?” she asked innocently.
I laughed, got up and walked over to her, “down you go,” I ordered.
“You wish,” she said but quietly so that only I heard.
I straddled her back and ran my hand up her spine to grab her ponytail. “Come on Alex throw his butt,” a girl yelled.
I squeezed her waist with my thighs and we started. She bucked and twisted. Her back pressed up against my backside then dropped away trying to create a moment where my balance would be lost. I rode her hard locking myself into the curve of her back, moving with her and occasionally countering with her hair. Finally she came to a halt. I could feel her sides swelling as she fought for more air and for the first time her strong back sagged under my weight.
“Twenty seconds,” the boy with the watch yelled.
Alex scrabbled forward at a furious pace. She dropped suddenly to the ground. I had expected it and had already adjusted my weight backwards. I had forgotten her sweat slicked skin though and I slipped forward up onto her shoulders. I sat there thinking ‘well what can she do now.’
The ten second count started.
With a roar she pushed up. The muscles in her back rippling with the effort as she gave this everything. My upper body-weight was too far forward and I toppled over her head still holding her ponytail.
I landed flat on my back looking up into the red but grinning face of my opponent.
“Beat ya,” she bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I’m not sure which stunned me more. Alex got up and pumped her fists in the air to the cheers of the rest of the kids.
After all the congratulations she turned back to me, “now don’t you have something you need to tell me?”
“On his knees,” someone called out. Alex pointed at the ground and smiled as I got down on both knees.
“Don’t forget he has to kiss your boots.”
Alex feigned surprise, “you’re right, in all the excitement I’d forgotten. Kiss them slave.” She snapped her fingers.
Muttering under my breath about evil teenage girls with good memories I leant forward and kissed both her boots.
“And now..., say it”
I sighed, “I admit it you’re the best rider.”
“Very good. Now girls.”
Two of the girls brought Alex’s saddle and bridle forward.
“You want me to clean them now?”
“Hmm, yes but I want you to clean them in a different way.”
I felt an uncomfortable twist coming. “How can I clean your saddle in a different way?”
“A good question. Lets start with you on all fours.” She snapped her fingers and pointed again and I reluctantly did as I was told.
As soon as my hands touched the ground Alex’s saddle was dropped onto my back. “How is this going to clean your saddle,” I protested.
“Well your shirt will clean the inside of the saddle so that’s good enough for me. You’ll also be happy to know that Angela has loaned me her girth which considering it’s for a Timor pony means it should work on you but first.” Alex buckled the bridle back around my head and pushed the bit back between my teeth. She tightened the girth as far as it would go, enough to keep her saddle from slipping off.
Alex bounced into the saddle, slipped her feet into the stirrups and flicked the reins. “Giddy-up pony,” she laughed as we led the group back to camp.
