Saraya's Bet Part 4

Saraya bent over further, her back now nearly horizontal with him still astride, her hands on her slightly bent knees, gasping for breath as she tried to recover. Her body longed to drop him, but after what had happened she didn't dare. Miguel just sat there amused for a minute or so.

"Walk a little like that" he commanded and touched his heels lightly to her. She obeyed without thinking and he smiled at the level of obedience he had brought her to.
It was difficult to walk while bent over that far under his weight. The balance was tricky, the load felt heavier and Saraya's exhausted muscles did not want to obey her. She staggered slowly forward under him.
"OK, straighten up a bit," he allowed. The girl straightened her torso to half-bent with a gasp of relief.

Then a giggle came from nearby.
"Look at that," Yasmin laughed, that truly mocking laughter that only the popular girls seem to know how to do, and that those who are less fortunate hear all too often. "Saraya the pony-girl!"

Somehow the other girl's tone snapped something within Saraya. It was one taunt too many. Fury flaring, not even thinking, she dropped to all fours in a surge of adrenaline, totally surprising her rider, slithering out from between Miguel's legs before he even knew what was happening.
She came at Yasmin who just looked on in shock, and tackled the other girl to the ground!

"Catfight! Catfight!" called the guys nearby and a small circle of people surrounded the two girls wrestling. Saraya's sudden tackle had given her the advantage and she had the popular girl mostly pinned.
"Get OFF me!" Yasmin protested, struggling, trying to dislodge her attacker. But Saraya, filled with adrenaline and determination, used Yasmin's struggles to turn her over onto her stomach, then pinned her with both her arms behind her back!
Soon Yasmin was still wriggling and swearing under her rival, but unable to get free with her arms held as they were. Both girls panting for breath. Saraya looked around at the faces staring at them.
A wild idea came to her. She smiled suddenly.
"Her turn!" she managed to say through the horse-bit. The way she had Yasmin pinned she was sitting astride her lower back, and Saraya pantomined kicking her heels against the outside of the pinned girl's legs.

"No way, get off me, you stupid bitch!" spat Yasmin, wriggling, but everyone watching laughed, Miguel too.
"You did tease her a lot," he chuckled as he eyed the struggling party girl. "I think it's only fair..."
He leant down and stripped the simple bridle from Saraya's head, and Saraya held Yasmin down while Miguel put the bridle on her instead!

Then they let Yasmin up. Her face was angry, glaring at both Saraya and Miguel. Saraya laughed. She still wasn't at all pleased with Miguel, but the opportunity for revenge on Yasmin was too sweet to be denied. So she watched as the stirrup belt and pad was transferred to the other girl, who struggled against it for a moment before giving in and letting it happen. A couple of the other young guys around hooted and demanded that they have a turn as the rider, but Miguel waved them off.

"A contest," he said to the two of them, having to speak loudly over the music and noise. His eyes gleamed. "We see how long your friend can carry me now. Then you again. If you can do better than her, the debt is absolved. If not, then she gets to ride on you!"
Saraya weighed the risk, then her eyes gleamed.
"Of course I'll take that," she flared proudly, "Yasmin's a weak little party girl!"
Yasmin glared.

But that glare was not to last. Miguel had her lean over and support herself on Saraya, and in moments he was mounted on Yasmin's back, his feet in the stirrups once more, feeling her slim young body adjust to the strain of carrying him.

With tentative steps Yasmin moved forward, very slowly, and protested something incomprehensible through the bit. Miguel prodded her lightly with the spurs... and the girl squealed with fright, moving sideways instead of forwards!
Saraya laughed. The man had barely even touched her rival with the aids and already she was jumping like a spooked horse!
The parade was moving now and Saraya walked along with it, alongside the 'new' horse girl and rider, feeling light headed and oddly calm. It wasn't just her now, which lessened her feeling of humiliation. Now it just looked silly. Particularly when it was her rival being the pony!
Saraya's thighs and backside still felt a bit heated from her own less than gentle experience, but with the leftover endorphins still flowing she found she didn't care that much. Especially not since she was going to win.

To be continued.