Pony's Revenge (by Paladin) - FINAL

The overarching branches softened the heat of the day. Shadows crossed the trail and Sasha amused herself by guiding me through them like a maze. ‘She’s so going to pay for this when I’m back in charge,’ the thought was comforting.

Sasha reined me in after a few minutes of riding, “how are you managing horsey?”

“Fine,” I chewed the word out around the bit.

Without warning the spurs bit. “Hey!” I yelped.

Sasha dug them in again and I jumped. She pulled the reins in tightly and laughed. “Naughty horsey,” she growled, “I didn’t give you permission to talk did I?”

Oh now she was pushing her luck! I was getting frustrated both by my reactions to the spurs and by how easily she seemed to be controlling me. It was time to test her resolve. Sasha loosened the reins and gave me a light kick. I took a couple of steps forward then pushed up off my hands, rocking back then lunging forward. I felt Sasha’s weight shift forward and as she tried to recover. I pushed up harder so that when I went forward this time my knees lifted off the ground.

To Sasha’s credit she made excellent use of the stirrups to support her balance. I felt her backside lift then drop back onto my back. I made to spin to the left, expecting to see her on her butt, dusting off her pristine jodhpurs. However, I discovered that it’s very difficult for your body to turn left if your head is being pulled to the right. I tried to reverse but Sasha used the reins and her spurs to curb me again.

Puffing from the sudden effort I tried to bounce her up and down to unsettle her balance. Sasha literally squealed in delight and when I stopped she dropped her weight deep into my back. I hung my head and tried to think of something, anything I could use to turn the tables.

“My turn horsey.” She slapped the reins across my back and spurred me forward. The spurs didn’t exactly hurt but they left a glow of heat where they touched and under her urging I rushed down the path. If I slowed those cruel rowels found new spots on my legs to light their little fires. Sooner than I would have expected I began to feel my lungs burning, my breath coming in short gasps. My pace slowed but Sasha wouldn’t let me actually stop until pale spots began to dance before my eyes and my muscles began to burn.

Quite literally I didn’t consider stopping until I felt her weight on my back shift and the reins tighten. I had stopped thinking of resisting or of trying to throw her, I’d simply done exactly what I was told. I halted gasping and hoping she’d get off and let me rest. She didn’t. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Instead I felt her relax and sink once again into my back. Lazily she trailed her fingernails across my shoulder blades. Her nails scratched across my skin. It felt incredible and like torture all at the same time because I knew she’d stop whenever she wanted to.

“Now that was exciting horsey!” Sasha sounded a little breathless, as if conquering my attempts to throw her had sent a surge of adrenalin pumping through her body. “Are you going to fight some more horsey or are you ready to admit you’re beaten? I’ll even let you talk, so long as you start each sentence with Mistress.”

Part of me wanted to give in but call her mistress, hell no! I shook my head. Yeah she had me beat enough that I wasn’t going to talk because I knew what would happen once I completely submitted.

“Giddy-up horsey.”

Damn but she sounded so smug. Despite the fact that my muscles were burning I moved on without any further urging of the spiky variety.

Sasha let me move along at my own pace until we came to a fork in the path. She pulled me to a halt. Clearly the path we were on remained level and slowly curved away to the right. The second fork rose fairly steeply before being obscured by the bush. I had a bad feeling about this.

“Well now look at this,” Sasha dropped the reins, leant back and put her hands on my backside to brace herself. “Shall I take the lower path or the steep one. Decisions, decisions.” She chuckled and swung her legs up and over my shoulders. I remembered doing the same to her not so long ago.

“I think you can help me choose horsey. If you kiss the left spur we’ll stay on the lower path. It’s longer but easier or you can remain stubborn and we’ll take the shorter but much steeper path. “

The spurs lay alongside my cheeks and all I had to do was kiss the left one and I’d finish this ‘trail ride’ with a little less dignity but with some energy. Perhaps by taking the higher trail I’d be more exhausted but I’d still have the upper hand overall. I mean I’d broken Sasha more than once during that estuary ride and she had completely submitted to me. Even if I had to drag myself to the end, by not giving in to her I would still be ahead.

Sasha’s legs swung back down and I felt her shifting as she fitted her boots back into the stirrups. “Lets see what horsey’s got left but first I want you to bounce me again that was fun.”

I dropped and arched my back as quickly as I could, bouncing her up and down. After the fourth or fifth bounce I could feel myself weakening, which was exactly what she wanted. After two more I was spent, my head hung and I gasped. Sasha taped me with the reins but I hesitated, delaying for a few more moments. She gave my backside a swat and I reluctantly started off.

The slope began gradually enough but after my poor attempts to throw Sasha, the pace she’d pushed me to and then the bouncing I was winded and even a slight gradient was enough to make me feel the strain. I crawled up over a shallow crest, onto the level and blew a sigh of relief, which whistled slightly across the bit.

The path leveled long enough for me to catch my breath and to feel my muscles un-knot. I could tell from the slight shifts in her body that Sasha was not only relaxed she was relaxed enough to enjoy looking around at the scenery. She was probably only holding the reins with one hand. Oh so I was that obedient was I? Actually, given how exhausted I was, I probably was that obedient.

The damn path then threw me a nasty curveball. It began to zig-zag up the hillside. The reins twitched and I obeyed, turning and starting upwards. At this point I had to be grateful for the comfort afforded by the kneepads Sasha had chosen because the path was not only steadily rising but was rougher and uneven. If she was feeling kind she would guide me around the rougher parts but I think sometimes she deliberately rode me across the ruts.We reached the next turning point and the lightest tug against the bit halted me.

 “Feeling tired horsey? I wonder if you’re feeling as tired as I did after I carried you across the estuary?” Sasha used the right rein to tilt my head upwards. “Maybe we should take a shortcut?” she suggested.

The evil wench’s idea of a shortcut was a twisting, cut that met up with the summit of the trail above. No doubt it had been worn and dug out by mountain bikers too bored with the safer paths.

“Yes I think we should take the shortcut,” she laughed. “After all I wouldn’t want you to think I’m trying to wear you out.”

I shook my head and my bridle rattled.

Sasha laughed again and touched the spurs to my sides. I think my body was moving before my brain had a chance to protest. As I started up the cut I quickly realized I couldn’t carry her up on all fours. My kneepads kept slipping and I couldn’t pull both of us up with just my arms.

Clutching at a tree root I pulled my feet up and under me. Sasha whooped in delight as she was suddenly hoisted up into the air. Bent forward I waited until she adjusted her seat, then she spurred me again!

“I’m trying,” I growled but I think it sounded more like pleading.

Sasha responded by impatiently slapping me with the reins.

I used my hands to support my weight while my legs and back continued to support Sasha’s. Slowly I began to climb the cut, careful to test my footing before carrying on.

The cut bisected the next level of the path and as I reached it Sasha pushed her hips forward, unresisting I dropped back to my knees and crawled across the trail to where the cut started back up the hill. By now I was drawing in ragged breaths and my entire body was shaking with exhaustion. I reached the next section of the cut and stopped. Sasha gave a little bounce on my back and spurred me.

I shook my head again, “please,” it just slipped out.

I felt her thighs tighten around my waist. Perhaps she thought I was going to try bucking again but nothing could have been further from my mind. “Please what?” she asked.

I chewed the bit and swallowed. I couldn’t go on, lactic acid burned between layers of muscle, my heart pounded so loudly I wondered that she couldn’t hear it over my gasping.

“Please what, horsey?” Sasha asked again.

 I was beaten, physically, mentally and emotionally. I felt wrung out and even as I knelt there on all fours I knew I couldn’t hold her up for much longer.

“Please Mistress,” I whispered.

Sasha pulled the reins back hard, “are you submitting slave?” she demanded.

“Yes Mistress,” I gasped. Sasha released the reins and my head dropped back down.

“I want to hear you say it properly,” Sasha said. I heard the stirrup leathers creak as she dismounted.

I sighed with relief but couldn’t muster the energy to move from where I was. Sasha moved around to my head and moments later I felt the bridle loosen, then the bit dropped free of my mouth. It felt like it had been in my mouth forever.

“Now,” Sasha stepped back. From my position all I could see were her riding boots. “What do you want to say horsey?”

There was no fight left in me. “I submit Mistress.”

“What did I say you had to do when you submitted?”

“Beg to kiss your spurs Mistress.”

“And!”

I sighed but Sasha had won, “and lick the rowels.”

Sasha snapped her fingers.

“Mistress you’ve won.” I groveled and given how tired I was I even meant it. “I’m your slave and you have ridden me to exhaustion. If you please let me rest I’ll kiss your spurs and lick the rowels.” I looked up. Sasha’s expression was ecstatic to say the least. If I thought she’d looked strong and powerful when she’d straddled me that was nothing compared to how she appeared to tower over me now.

Wordlessly she pointed and I lowered my head and kissed each spur. I looked back up and saw in her wicked smile that she wasn’t going to let me off the next part. Sasha turned her left heel outwards, presenting the rowel. “Make it spin slave,” her voice sounded a little husky as if she’d been the one laboring.

I touched the rowel with the tip of my tongue and flicked the viscous little wheel. It turned smoothly and I retreated with the taste of metal, dust and possibly my own hide in my mouth. “Uh, uh, both,” she insisted. Obediently I bent back down and licked the second rowel.

“Lie down,” she ordered.

Gratefully I stretched out feeling pine needles and packed earth pressing against my back. Sasha stepped over me. She knelt down straddling my stomach. After making herself comfortable she looked down at me. “Enjoy your rest horsey because while I’m sitting here I’m going to be thinking of all the nice things my slave is going to do for me when we get back. Starting with a long foot massage,” she smiled. “Who knows maybe I’ll be mean and make you suck my toes as well.”

I closed my eyes, the feel of Sasha’s thighs along my sides and her backside pressing into my stomach barely even registering. I had never been submissive before. There were so many new sensations and impressions to sort through before I could really understand what had happened. I also knew that this day of slavery was far from over. 

Pony's Revenge (by Paladin) Part Two

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The kneepads took all the impact away from my legs and further lessened any strain Sasha’s lighter body-weight might have caused me. The grass beneath my hands was soft and warm and for a moment I entertained thoughts of Sasha tumbling off me, falling into the perfect position to be straddled but no, for now I’d let her think she was in charge. It was a comforting thought.

Sasha lightly drew the reins across one-handed and I turned, circling. She reversed the motion, took me in a figure eight then drew me to a halt. We started the process again but deep down I still felt that I was carrying her. The bit in my mouth and slight shifts in her body gave me enough of a warning that I could anticipate the direction she wanted to go. I smiled this wasn’t anywhere near as intimidating or as controlling as I first expected.

Following the pattern she’d set I straightened and prepared to halt. Instead Sasha gave the reins a flick, slapping them across my shoulders. With a grin I moved forward a little quicker.

Lightning struck!

I blindly leapt aside, twisted, shuddering away from the source of that feeling.

Sasha curbed the motion forcefully using the reins to pull me up and straighten me out. Then that blinding sensation struck again. I launched forward, Sasha whooping with excitement on my back.

I must have charged halfway across the picnic area before I felt a subtle shift of Sasha’s weight, pressure on the stirrups and then my head hauled back. I crashed to a halt gasping.

“What the hell was that?” my words muffled by the bit.

Sasha seemed to be dancing about on my back and giggling wildly. “The big horsey just had his first taste of the spurs,” she said when she caught her breath.

Spurs! I should have known, should have expected but nothing could have prepared me for the overwhelming sensation. I had reacted without thinking, instinct taking over. Out of fight or flight, flight had definitely won that round.

I thought of the time I had slowly drawn the spurs across Sasha’s body or the time I had mercilessly used them to drive her up and over the crest of a sand dune. Had she felt anything like I had? Had her every nerve fired simultaneously briefly overtaking her ability to reason? Was Sasha more used to it or was she better able to control her reaction?

Then another thought struck me, I had reacted wildly, not knowing what had stung me and Sasha had not only stayed mounted she’d curbed, controlled and redirected me. The stirrups had supported her balance, the reins had given her control and the spurs had given her the power.

Sasha slung a casual leg over my shoulder. I could see the rowel bright edged against the green field. A tremor ran through my body. Sasha must have felt it because she laughed, “Now I’m starting to ride you horsey.” Sasha swung her leg back down. The weight across the stirrup band tightened as Sasha stood up in the stirrups. “Hmm lets see how good my balance is?” She clucked her tongue and I moved forward, very carefully.

My thoughts turned back to the spurs. They hadn’t hurt that badly, it was more like an electric current, like holding an electric fence and feeling the power click through the wire. Power, with a capital P. Sasha had submitted to me when I had used them on her. How had she felt when kissing them? How would I feel if it came to that?

A tug on the reins halted me and Sasha dropped onto my back. “Oh that was fun, now do you remember this horsey?” She kicked her feet out of the stirrups, rocked forward her hands pressing down between my shoulder blades. “I want to feel you tremble under me again.”

I swallowed nervously and tried to stay as still as possible but couldn’t hold in a yelp of surprise when the spurs were pressed against my backside. Oh now I knew what was coming. I wasn’t sure what was worse not knowing or anticipating.

With a wicked laugh Sasha raked the spurs across my backside and down my thighs. My back arched and twisted as the almost electric, heated sting went right through me.

“Good horsey,” she patted my head. Sasha sat back upright and squeezed with her thighs. I grunted and moved under her. She let the pressure off, “so much power,” she said. “I’ve always felt the power of my rider and sensed the emotional change that comes over them as well as the physical excitement when they’re mounted on me but this is so different. I don’t know if I can easily explain it horsey. It’s like the butterflies you get before a rollercoaster ride but it goes right through you and being on top and looking down on you changes your whole perspective.  I can’t understand why more people don’t love this experience.”

She was right, when I was mounted on her every sensation felt magnified. Every shift of her back beneath me was felt through my thighs, groin and back, every gasp of breath charged my nervous system and every time I exerted my dominance over her I felt indescribably powerful.

Sasha turned me to the left and straight away drove the spurs into my thighs! I chomped down on the bit and galloped for her. She slowed me after a few metres, just to show she could and rode me towards a weathered sign at a pace more like a trot. Although overgrown a track could be seen heading into the bush. Sasha reined me to a halt just on the line where the shadow of the trees fell. A light shine of perspiration had sprung up across my forehead but I still felt strong and able to carry her. Yeah in my mind there was still some glimmer of hope that I wouldn’t be broken.

“We’re going trail riding horsey,” Sasha used a fingernail to tickle the skin between my shoulder blades. “It’s about half an hour on foot but don’t worry I know some shortcuts.”

She snapped the reins and lightly spurred me on into the shadows.

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Pony's Revenge (by Paladin) - Part One

Here it is... If you prefer not to read a story where the man ends up on the bottom, don't read this!

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Pony’s Revenge Part One - By Paladin

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Sasha was flicking through radio stations while driving.  Apparently she found one playing something she liked and began singing along. Not recognizing the song or even seeing any resemblance to actual music I smiled. Sure in the knowledge that there were already teenagers out there who would think her choice of music was lame.

I settled back in the seat. It wasn’t like I knew where we were going so I couldn’t even offer her valuable driving instructions.  I had to admit that this was an unusual situation.

Throughout our friendship it had been me driving Sasha to a destination, often without giving her any more information than the knowledge she was going to be ridden across some new terrain.

Today things had changed. Oh yes we’d always joked that one day she’d get her revenge, especially for the time I’d spurred her across a mud flat.

The thought of Sasha’s toned body forced through the dragging silt and mud until she was exhausted excited me all over again. I keenly remembered her cry of submission as I drove her across the estuary, the feel of her stomach as she bucked under me, giving the last of her energy.  Then, the sight of her breasts as she wriggled out of her mud soaked crop top. Caught up in the memory I could almost feel the firm curves beneath me.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Sasha commented. “What are you thinking about?”

“I was thinking that you’re getting a lot better at wrestling.”

Sasha gave me a wicked smile, “damn right I am.”

In fact she was. Previously I could have easily let her get two or three pins ahead and still overtaken her to win.  Not today though.

Wrestling had started much as usual with Sasha showing up in an outfit designed to distract me as much as possible. The first pin had ended with me straddling Sasha’s stomach and pinning her wrists high above her head. I grinned down at her as I counted to ten. She hadn’t struggled or even bucked.

During the second pin I had put her to the carpet with a quick hip throw. Sasha tried to roll away but I’d pulled her back towards me. Strangely she subsided without a struggle as I’d swung my leg over and sat down just below her ribs. With an arrogant smile I hadn’t ever taken her wrists, placing my hands on my hips and counting slowly.

“Oh this is going to be the easiest won pony ride ever,” I’d laughed.

I was still laughing when her legs swept around my waist, crossed over my chest and flung me backwards. I’m fairly certain I’d stopped laughing once her backside was firmly settled on my chest and her shins were pressing down across my arms.

One all.

Sasha went into overdrive on the third pin and seemed to be in three places at once. I tried to buck her off but she wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed with all her might. I gave in very quickly but two pins were nothing.

Two one to Sasha.

On the fourth pin I caught her up in a bear hug, always a pleasant experience, and rolled her to the ground. Using my body weight to pin Sasha to the carpet I fought to capture her wrists. Sasha wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and pulled my head down into her cleavage, an even more pleasant experience. With my greater weight holding her down I knew I could break her grip and gain the pin. I felt her legs tighten around my right thigh, again no problem she’d tried this before and had only managed to slow me down.

Just as I was about to break free of her smother-hug I felt her heels press against my calf muscle. Sasha tightened her grip and her heels dug in. An electric wire ripped up from my leg into my back. I arched and twisted without thinking and Sasha used my own momentum to roll me onto my back.

She fairly leapt forward into a very high straddle. My right leg was numb and trying to buck with the left was not only difficult but showed no promise of moving that little wench off my chest.

I realized I was wasting energy and tried to grab her hands, wrists arms or anything that I could use to pull her off. Sasha was ready for that, more than ready in fact. She slid a little further forward until my chin was pressed up against the crotch of her jean shorts and her lovely toned thighs were framing my face. Then she squeezed. Those lovely toned legs clamped against the sides of my head and seemed intent on pushing my ears together. As you could imagine I forgot all about grabbing anything.

Sasha took hold of my wrists and pushed them down against her legs. She loosened her grip ever so slightly and counted to ten. If I even looked like resisting I knew those powerful legs would start squeezing again. She finished her count with a loud whoop and punched her fists in the air.

I knew Sasha had been getting better at wrestling but I hadn’t expected this. I had been prepared for a fun wrestle that would end as always with Sasha submitting and then giving me pony rides. Sasha had come to win.

Even this pin showed her change in attitude. She’d never sat so high up on my chest and throat. Looking straight up at her was intimidating to say the least.

“What’s the score?” she demanded.

“Three, one to you,” I replied. I didn’t even follow it up with a cheeky comment.

Sasha put her hands on her hips and looked down at me with an evil grin. “Submit and save yourself another beating,” she told me.

“Yeah right,” I started to say but her thighs choked the words off.

“Submit,’ she ordered again.

It was amazing Sasha seemed to tower over me. Her eyes and her smile said she knew she’d beaten me fair and square. My leg was still numb and her position above me seemed so dominating, what could it hurt to let her have this one I told myself. Her pleasure is in being the pony she’ll probably just ride me around the room, get tired of it and demand that I ride her anyway.

“I submit,” I said.

“What?” Sasha’s eyes widened.

“I submit,” I repeated. I wanted to look away but her thighs kept me looking up at her.

She let out a wild yell and unfastened her ponytail. Her back arched as she ran her fingers through her hair. “No wonder you get so excited,” she said. “If beating me feels half this good it’s a wonder you can stand it.”

She laughed and bounced on my chest, “I’m tingling all over and I feel so strong and powerful.”

She looked down at me, “say, I just got beaten by a girl.”

I closed my eyes and did as she said.

“No,” she growled. “Look at me and say I just got beaten by an Aussie girl!”

I did. I didn’t have much choice after all.

“Now what else do you usually make me say? Hmm. I know say, Sasha is the best wrestler and I am her SLAVE.”

She was certainly enjoying this victory a lot more than I thought she would be.

Sasha slid back onto my stomach and rested back against my legs. “All I need now is a cushion and some popcorn,” she laughed. Sasha arched one foot over my face, “kiss it slave.”

I gave it a little peck and she tapped my face with her foot. “Kiss it properly slave, like you make me do it.”

I kissed the pad of her foot softly and she squealed with laughter, “that tickles. Now the other foot.” She squealed again.

“Maybe I should make you lick and suck my toes, slave?”

“That would be mean,” I replied.

Sasha sat up and dropped herself back onto my chest. “Mean,” she repeated. “You made me kiss your spurs, you rode me through mud, twice and you rode me over sand dunes. Today I’ll decide what’s mean, boy. Also you made me call you master and by the end of today you will call me Mistress. Oh yes you will.”

Sasha stood up.

I turned over and got onto all fours.

Sasha laughed, “oh it’s not going to be that easy horsey. I’m not just going to ride you around here, I’ve got somewhere much better in mind.” She picked up the backpack she’d dropped when she’d arrived and grinned, “let’s get going slave.”

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The road we were on turned from two lane tar-seal to one lane farm road to gravel track. The track finally ended in a wooden rail. Sasha pulled up and turned the engine off.

“Is this the part where everyone in the audience is yelling, Get out of the car you bloody idiot! Can’t you see she’s the Vampire Queen and you’re the next victim they’ll find sucked dry.”

Sasha laughed, “no this is the part where all the girls in the audience are cheering me on and shouting kick his butt girl!”

“This is why I don’t like chick-flicks,” I muttered.

We got out of the car. Passed the rail was a rather overgrown picnic area. A large square of grass and wild flowers that the local council had obviously not paid much attention to in the last few months.

The meadow looked lovely in the sunshine but hardly the sort of ride that would challenge me much. I smiled, if Sasha thought that this would be the ideal site for a ride that would compare to the one I’d made her give me at the beach then she was sorely mistaken. I mean carrying her around the picnic area would slowly wear me out but it wouldn’t push me to my physical or emotional limits.

There was no way she could push me hard enough to call her Mistress.

Sasha threw me a pair of kneepads. They were the hard-shelled type that inline skaters use. I doubted I’d even need them but they would make my life easier so I put them on without complaint.

Sasha took her backpack off to a small concrete toilet block. After she was out of sight I dropped to my knees. The pads worked perfectly, I hardly felt the impact. I got up and grinned, this would be too easy.

From behind me I heard Sasha call out, “get on your knees slave!”

I did and tried to look suitably submissive. Yeah right!

Sasha walked around to where I could see her. Oh if only I’d won!

She stood still for a moment then turned slowly so I could see exactly what I’d missed out on.

Sasha’s dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, my favourite form of reins, and a familiar white crop-top with the legend ‘Never give up’ embroidered on it stretched across her chest. She’d added a crisp white blouse, unbuttoned and tied up just below her breasts. This revealed the lovely lines of her stomach, toned but still feminine, and emphasized the hourglass curves that led to her hips.  

As she turned she gave a wiggle, which stretched her creamy-white, skin-tight jodhpurs even more enticingly across her derriere. Luckily I was already on my knees. I would so have loved to have ridden her in that outfit!

Sasha grinned, obviously guessing what was going through my mind. As if she hadn’t planned for that exact reaction the little minx. She pointed down at the ground and I saw she was wearing leather ankle boots that perfectly completed the fantasy Pony Club Girl look.

Sasha placed her hands on her hips and tilted her foot so that the heel turned in the sunshine. Spurs! I swallowed nervously. I had used them on Sasha, once even quite aggressively and I’d loved the way her body had responded. I remembered running the rowels over her backside and down her legs. She’d quivered and trembled. Then in the sand I had raked her with them and in the end she’d called me Master and in absolute submission she’d kissed the objects that had broken her.

How would I respond? Would she be able to use them to break me?

Sasha must have been thinking the same thing. “You made me kiss these,” she purred. “By the end of today you will be begging me to let you kiss them and...” She bent down and spun one of the little spiky wheels. “You’re going to lick both the rowels.”

I wanted to say yeah right but she sounded so confident and determined. Besides I decided that ‘never irritate a girl with spurs’ would make a very good new rule to live by. Anyway that little meadow wasn’t going to break me.

From the backpack she drew out something that looked like a weightlifter’s belt, except it had two buckles. To this she attached western saddle style stirrups.

“Take your shirt off,” she ordered.

I had worn a sleeveless gym shirt to give me more freedom of movement but I guess that couldn’t compare to no shirt at all. Thank goodness I spent at least some time in the gym.

“On all fours horsey!” I felt the broad section of the belt rest across my back. Sasha mounted me and put her feet into the stirrups. She got up made some adjustments to the length and sat down again. She made another adjustment, then when satisfied she dismounted.

I have to admit her level of organization was starting to become unsettling. This was a woman on a mission all right.

“And last but by no means least,” she said.

I looked up. In her hands she held an odd collection of straps. With a few twists she got it back into shape. Reins dropped to the ground, connected to a slim rubber bit. From the bit two straps formed a framework that would go behind the head to hold the bit in place.

I rocked back onto my knees and the stirrups slid off. “Hey wait a moment,” I said. “You don’t need that!”

Sasha approached me. “How do you control and direct me when you ride me?” she asked. I looked up at her ponytail and grinned.

“Exactly.” Sasha ran her fingers through my close-cropped hair, “and how am I supposed to direct you?”

“You could just tell me where you want to go,” I suggested. “I’ll carry you wherever you want.”

She caught my chin and tilted my head up. “Let’s get something straight right now slave. You are not carrying me. I’m riding YOU! I am the one in charge today. You’ll go where I tell you to, when I tell you to and if you disobey me well, we’ll see how well you respond to the spurs.”

I remained perfectly still as Sasha placed the bit between my teeth and adjusted the straps behind my head. She was right though. I couldn’t expect to be allowed to fully dominate her and then protest when the rules were applied to me. Still if the spurs and stirrups had worried me the bit was frightening. I wouldn’t be able to talk or to resist. Sasha didn’t have the weight or physical strength to crush my body or will but this way she didn’t have to.

She snapped her fingers and I dropped back onto all fours. I felt her place the stirrup belt across my back once more. Sasha paused for a moment, no doubt surveying her handiwork. She mounted my back and spent some seconds finding the most comfortable spot, for her. She slipped her boots into the stirrups and gathered up the reins.

“Now horsey let’s start with some basic exercises, walk on.” She twitched the reins and I have to admit I responded immediately. As she rode me at a walk into the picnic area I felt one hand move across my shoulders then over my backside.

Sasha sighed, “your muscles moving under me feel amazing horsey, does it feel that good for you when you ride me?”

I nodded, not trusting to speaking.

“Very good horsey,” she laughed, “but it’s not going to save you in the long run.” She leant forward, “I didn’t wear these spurs for decoration.”

Breaking In the Bronco - Part 3 (Final)

***By Paladin***

I let Sasha’s ponytail go and placed both hands on my hips. This allowed me to sit up straighter and let my weight sink even deeper into her back. I pressed with my right knee against her ribs and Sasha obeyed instantly. I kept the pressure on and she completed a full circle. I pressed with the left and she straightened. We were facing the sea again.

“Whoa pony.” I dismounted. “Lie down and rest for a moment.” 

I noticed that she had automatically put herself in the perfect position for me to straddle her. Her arms bent up by her head in case I wanted to sit on her chest, her knees up should I want to sit on her stomach and lean back comfortably.

She had a strong, muscular body without losing any of the curves that drew men’s eyes. The body of a dancer or gymnast, she quickly recovered from most exertions but I could see how grateful she was to have the warm sand against her back and to rest.

I could end this now but I had never had a pony girl travel so deeply into the role before. I doubted Sasha had ever allowed herself to be dominated so deeply either. 

I had physically dominated her. I had pushed her to the point where she obeyed me. She called me Master but how much further could she be driven? Could I drive her to the point where she would collapse rather than disobey me, give herself completely into my control rather than disappoint me? If I let her go now would I have the chance or the courage to try again?

I Stepped over her and stood quietly looking down at her. Before she could speak I raised my right leg and placed my foot on Sasha’s stomach. I could feel the muscles beneath the soft skin. Sasha watched me without comment. I tilted my foot and lightly ran the spur up her stomach. She shook. I did it again but at the end flicked my foot up. Sasha’s eyes widened at the sight of the rowel spinning.

I stepped forward and placed my foot just above her face. “Kiss my foot slave,” I ordered. Her soft lips felt incredible, her tongue just grazed my instep. I gently placed my heel on her forehead. “Kiss the spur slave.”

She gasped, not only was she submitting to me but also to the tools with which I had dominated her. She hesitated a moment but then, with her eyes closed, obeyed me.  Was she completely mine, not yet.

“On all fours pony.” I mounted her, even after only ten or so minutes she felt stronger. “I’ve changed my mind pony, I want to look at the sea first.”

Sasha turned without guidance and moved towards the breakers in the distance. I caught up her ponytail and pulled her to a halt. “Oh no pony. I want to look at the sea on the other side of the river.”

As I turned her I felt resistance but I quickly crushed that and spurred her back across the flats.

Sasha whimpered as the mud softened. Within a few more strides she was up to her forearms. I pushed her on with my hips and we reached the edge of the shallow flow of water. 

A low moan escaped Sasha’s lips as the mud slipped up over her elbows and up her thighs. I knew her breasts were now sliding through the muck and I pushed any thoughts of stopping away. 

Sasha’s gait slowed as she ploughed her way across, dragging my weight on her back. 

By the middle we had reached the deepest point and the mud slipped in ribbons across her back strangely making my ride on her back even more arousing. The river sapped her strength quickly and she struggled to pull free. I smacked her backside but she didn’t cry out. I dug the spurs in and she shivered. I dug them in again and she cried out, “Master.” 

Sasha dragged herself free, her fingers dug in, the muscles in her thighs standing out as she pushed with everything she had. She staggered as we met the sand on the other side. Once more I guided her simply with my knees, my weight once more upright and solidly in the centre of the curve of her back.

My pony’s breath came in short gasps, “Master,” she pleaded.

My answer was the spurs. Her head came up and she moved faster like a runner reaching the finish line.

We reached the shore and she halted. I stayed mounted and refused to speak. My pulse hammered through my body. How long, how long I wondered?

Slowly my pony sank to the sand and I rode her down, relishing every moment of her collapse. I sat perfectly at ease on her back and watched the waves. She had given me everything she had, nothing held back. My mind and body were on fire

Sasha sprawled on the sand. I stood and removed the spurs. “Turn over pony.” She did. “Remove your top pony.” She wriggled out of the mud soaked croptop and her body was magnificent.

I removed my shorts and straddled her stomach, “buck pony.” Her body tightened under mine, the mud made me slip forward and back sending sparks up my spine. “Again!” She bucked until the little energy she had left faded. 

When she stopped I slid slowly up her body, pausing for a moment on her breasts. I could have sat there for an eternity but an even stronger imperative moved me. I slipped down her breasts and came to rest just before her throat. Her arms were forced up above her head.

I looked down into her eyes. I wasn’t sure what to expect, resignation, defeat, fear? Instead there was a spark as if the more I dominated her the more pleasure she drew from it.

“Have you pleased me enough yet slave?” 

She laced her fingers behind her head. Without taking her eyes off me she traced the length of me with her tongue. My head arched back as she continued to run the edge, tip and blade of her tongue along, around and across me.

The sea misted in my eyes as my slave’s tongue continued to send currents of electricity racing through my body. I gasped and looked down as her lips and mouth drew me in. Her tongue continued it’s devastating work but now her eyes were closed.

Seconds were all I had left. My glorious pony thought purely of my pleasure. Hers coming from the need to serve and obey me. The explosion tore away thought. 

Sasha slept in the back seat all the way home, a smile of satisfaction greeted me each time I glanced back to see how she was.

Breaking In the Bronco - Part 2

***By Paladin***

Sasha started as I had expected with a few sharp bucks. I wrapped my legs tightly around her waist and squeezed. Sasha gasped but somehow managed a stiff bounce. As I came down on her back she used the slippery mud beneath her to turn sharply.

Now as any rider will tell you simply holding on will never keep you in the saddle. You have to anticipate, restrain and redirect all that energy if you want to stay mounted. As she started her turn I pulled her head firmly in the opposite direction and spurred her the way I wanted her to go. The combination of her head being pulled and the sting of the spurs forced her to obey me.

I let her have her head and spurred with both heels against her thighs. Thinking she was going to have her own way Sasha pushed forward but I pulled her head just as she gained some momentum. We turned tightly, literally inscribing a figure eight.

I pulled her to a halt and grinned. I could feel the tension in her body and knew she was frustrated but still had enough fight to try more of her tricks. 

I let her set the pace as she moved forward, her head drops just slightly and I prepare for what’s coming. Sasha drops a shoulder and at this pace I should have been thrown but I pull her head back and push my feet forward, shifting my weight back just enough. She stops, gasping, “damn!” I hear her mutter.

“Ready to submit pony?”

She seems to sag a little and I know the mud flats have done their job, sapping her energy. She leans back putting more weight on her haunches so that her shoulders and arms have more freedom, Sasha rears then drops but I have been here before. As she rises again. I rise up with her but as she drops I slide up her back dropping all my weight between her shoulder blades.

Sasha’s trembling arms couldn’t hold my weight for more than a few seconds before they flew out from under her. She landed face down in the mud once more with me straddling her upper back. Just because I can I stay seated on her back until she starts struggling to get up. Out comes the towel again.

I mount her again and tickle her with the spurs. Sasha’s whole body trembles. I draw her head back and sit more deeply into her back before applying the spurs again.

Sasha cries out but doesn’t move. Her body shakes but she makes no attempt to throw me. I let her ponytail go and her head drops forward. Curious I lean back and place my hands behind me on her backside. Sasha accepts this without complaint or defiance.

I swing my legs up and rest them over her shoulders. “Giddy up,” I order and she moves carefully under me.

“Left,” I order and again she obeys. 

“Right.” 

“Stop!” Sasha obeys without a word. I swing my legs back down into a proper riding position.

“Pony girl?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what, pony girl?” I demand.

“Yes Master,’ she whispers back.

“Do you submit to me pony girl?”

“Yes Master.”

“Say it pony girl.”

“Yes Master I submit to you.”

“Do you think you’ve done enough to please me pony girl?”

“I don’t know Master.”

“Is there any fight left in you pony girl or are you totally beaten, totally my slave?”

Sasha shakes her head slowly, “your slave is totally exhausted and beaten Master.”

I steer her back towards the sand dunes where this all began. She moves slowly under me, struggling to carry me without complaint as an obedient pony should. 

“I’m going to ride you back to the car, pony and you’re going to carry me as fast or as slowly as I command you to and if you're not obedient to my every order I will spur you on until you are. Do you understand pony?”

“Yes Master.”

“Faster then pony, I want to hear you begging me to let you rest.”

Sasha broke into a swift gait, instantly obeying me.

I grinned. The bronco had been broken and tamed, this time.

***

To be continued!

Breaking the Bronco by Paladin - Part 1

Note from Susan - I was told this was written in the assumption of a more experienced ponygirl, which is nice to know before reading it.

***By Paladin***

“Alright you won so here I am wearing white, which by the way you are going to pay for, but this is still the beach and you said this would be new terrain!”

Sasha stood with her hands on her hips and a challenging look on her face. She was wearing white cycle shorts and a tight white crop top with ‘Never Give Up’ stencilled in black stretching across her curves. Of course I was only looking at the writing. The white looked fantastic against her tanned skin and her dark hair was swept up and back into a ponytail.

I snapped my fingers and pointed to the sand, with a last glare she got down on all fours. “Oh you’ll need these.” I dropped a pair of fingerless gloves in front of her. The palms were reinforced with leather.

“The sand’s not that hot?’ She sounded puzzled as she put them on.

I stood over her and sat down on her hips then slid heavily in to the curve of her back. I could feel the muscles adjusting to my weight. I grinned, Sasha was in for a big surprise. I gripped her ponytail in one hand and lightly dug my spurs into her thighs. Sasha moved forward easily over the sand.

“Let’s go over the rules today pony.”

“You got to choose the outfit,” she grumbled. “You get to ride me in new terrain. Then I get to try and throw you again and if I do I get to ride YOU back out!” 

I gave her ponytail a playful tweak, Sasha couldn’t see the evil grin on my face. “Exactly right.” I guided her around a clump of beach grass. “Pony, do you know what they call the area where a river leads out into the sea?” I asked it as condescendingly as I could.

Sasha gave a light buck to show she was well aware of my tone. “An estuary,” she replied.

I spurred her up a low rising dune and Sasha responded with hardly any effort at all. “An estuary,” I agreed. “And when the river is low and the tide is out...,”

I reined her in tight at the top of the dune. “You get tidal mud flats.”

“You utter.”

Whatever she was going to call me was lost in a squeal as I brought my hand down on her backside and dug the spurs in.

Sasha charged down the dune and as she hit the mud flats she had to fight to remain upright. Grinning wickedly I pulled on the ponytail, yanking it to the left and spurred her side. Her body turned fast and at the last second she lost balance. Her knees shot out from under her. For a moment her arms held her up but with a whoop I dropped my weight down. Sasha dropped, fully extended like a diver into the mud. Now she knew why I hadn’t made her wear the saddle.

I stood and took a micro-towel out of my pocket. As Sasha got back up to her hands and knees I carefully wiped the mud from her face. Given the mixture of disbelief, horror and pure menace in Sasha’s expression I was very glad that it was me wearing the spurs.

I remounted and a little tentatively urged her on. She moved forward, a little carefully at first but then with growing confidence as she found the most economical way to carry me across the mud and sand. 

Part of our deal was that I got to choose when Sasha would get to try and throw me. As you can tell I’d thought this through very carefully. She had been embarrassed and she still had far too much energy to let her loose but I had a plan that was even more evil than she’d expected.

“Who’s your Master pony?” I taunted her to distract her from where we were going.

“Your butt is going to end up smeared across this mud flat!” She growled back.

“Oh is the widdle pony muddy. Poor pony.”

“Bite me!”

“Naughty pony, just for that you have to go faster.” I dug the spurs in as Sasha quickened her pace.

Her muscles had to work harder than normal to keep herself upright and to support my weight but the slipping and jolting as she moved felt great beneath me.

Within a few strides Sasha’s hands had sunk to the wrists in the soft mixture of mud, sand and salt water. She slowed to a walk but I refused to let her rest and spurred her on. We followed a gentle arc that led us parallel with the shallow river.

“This is horrible,” she groaned but worse was to come. 

The river bed flattened and widened so much as it approached the sea that within moments Sasha was up to her forearms and then nearly to the elbows. Some steps would drop her chest and stomach into pools of cool mud and she would let out an involuntary squeal each time it happened. After the second time I gave up trying  not to laugh. 

She was straining to carry me now. Straining to keep moving and her breathing came in shallow gasps.

I gave her the occasional smack on the backside but in reality I knew she was giving everything she had. Sasha actually sighed in relief when I twitched her ponytail and headed her back away from the river.

Mud, sea water, sand and sweat ran off her body as we reached the firmer mud flats. Her head dropped and I took a little of my weight off her back but only for a minute.

“Time to buck pony.”

“Now?” she sounded exhausted but not beaten, not yet.

I tightened my legs around her waist and tickled her with the spurs, “now,” I repeated.

A Story from Tonypony

Kanashii and I know a fellow called Tony - nicknamed "Tonypony" - who is usually into femdom riding, that is, ladies riding on ponyboys. He has written plenty of stories about his passion. But just occasionally the reverse pops up in his mind and his stories...

This particular offering is part of a longer story about a guy named Wilson (coincedence), set in the future, where very realistic dominant female robots are available, including ones that are programmed to enjoy riding men. This particular "dommebot" however has a twist.
I didn't include most of the female-on-male parts here, let me know if you actually want to read them. As always, it would be nice to hear what everyone thinks...

Warning this is very sexual in parts, includes "normal"-ish sex, and also very firm use of aids

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WILSON - By Tonypony
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“Dismount” Wilson commanded breathlessly. Katy swung off his back and stood there as Wilson got up, removed his bridle, kneepads and stirrups. He collapsed in a chair to catch his breath and gazed in newfound wonder at his creation. Sure, she had ridden him many times before, around the lab for lap after lap as he adjusted her riding personality. But this was the first time he had turned off his analytical brain and really let himself enjoy the feeling of being her steed, carrying that precious burden, absorbing her punishment while expending his last ounces of energy to give her that perfect ride. Not since his niece had ridden him had he felt so controlled, so strong yet subservient, so…..loved. He thanked his lucky stars for having brought him to this point, to have this beautiful creature – he had almost stopped thinking of her as a robot – in his life as his riding mistress, forever.

But she was much more than that. Time now, Wilson thought, to see how the rest of her worked. “Strip,” he said, and Katy began removing her shirt. Her movements were mechanical, but graceful as well. She sat briefly to remove the spurs and boots, then slipped out of her running shorts and stood naked before him.

Wilson was breathless. “Load pony mode.”

Even though he had seen this transformation a hundred times, it still amazed him. With the softest of noises, Katy began to grow. Not just taller, but thicker. Heavier looking. Stronger. The muscles on her arms and thighs rippled and bulged as they expanded. Her shoulders broadened, and even her head grew a little larger, to stay in pleasing proportion to her now bigger body. As a final touch, her hair sprouted out until it was hanging to the small of her muscular back. When it all stopped, she was just over six feet tall, with the powerful, toned form one might see on a professional volleyball player or Olympic swimmer.

 And she’s all mine, Wilson thought. God, she’s perfect like this, too! What didn’t show on the surface was the dramatic shift in her programming. But now he could test that for himself. “Activate!”

“Oh, Wilson!” Katy gasped, “I love it! My new body, it’s….. it’s perfect! Oh, thank you, thank you!” She ran to his chair as he stood and wrapped him up in a huge hug, lifting him clear of the ground. “Oh, I can’t thank you enough! I love you, Wilson!” She kissed him passionately. “Now I can do what I really, really wanted to do!”

“What’s that, Katy?”

“Oh, I want to be your horse, Wilson! Please, please, please, ride me?”

“Me? Ride you?”

“Oh, yes, please!” She begged her way all around his neck, covering it with soft kisses as she spoke. “Please, make me your horsey! I couldn’t stop thinking about it, all the time I was riding you, how good it made me feel and how much I wanted to make you feel the same way! Please?” She kissed her way down his chest. “Play horsey with me, Wilson, please?” Her soft lips caressed the spur marks she had left on his thighs. “I want you to ride me, and whip me and spur me just like I did to you!”

Gently she licked the end of his cock, tasting the precum. “I’ll do anything for you, Wilson. I’ll suck your dick every day for the rest of my life, you can fuck me in the ass, you can tie me up and whip me, just please let me be your horsey?”

She took all of him into her mouth now, tongue swirling and lips gripping tight around the base of his shaft. Wilson ran his fingers through her hair and gently guided her motions as she sucked his cock, pausing every few strokes to beg him some more. ”Please ride me? I’m strong enough, I can carry you, I know it!”

“Allright, Katy. Put the kneepads on.”

“Oh, thank you Wilson! Thank you!” A final lick of his balls, and Katy quickly donned the kneepads. “Oooh, can I wear the stirrups and bridle, too? Please? I want to feel like a real horse, to feel like you felt when I was on your back!”

Wilson grinned. “Put em on.”

“Yaay! I’m gonna be a horsey, I’m gonna be a horsey!” Katy strapped on the bridle and stirrups, and Wilson sat down in the chair.

“Get my spurs – they’re in the cabinet.” Katy ran to fetch his spurs, and knelt before him to strap them on his bare feet. She looked up at him with a passionate glance, and Wilson was swept away by the excitement. “All fours,” he said, and the obedient girl assumed the position. Wilson collected the crop and swung his leg over his new pony bot. As he settled down on her back, she gasped and arched in pleasure, moaning around her bit.

“Ooooohhh, yeah. Oh, I love you on my back. Ride me hard, Wilson, ride me!”

He reveled in the smooth feeling of her skin against his cock and balls and leaned forward, sliding his throbbing dick along the crease of her spine. He grabbed two handfuls of her hair and pulled her head back, making her gasp again as he rubbed her hair all over his crotch. What a feeling! To be astride this gorgeous girl, to be in control of her every motion, and to have her begging him to use his spurs and his whip on her beautiful body!

He put his feet in the stirrups. His spurs were not too sharp, he didn’t want to damage her expensive skin, but she was programmed to respond with pleasure every time he kicked her. So he spurred her hard, and a near-orgasmic scream issued from her bitted mouth as she began to crawl, carrying her designer around the room.

“Oh, God, Wilson! Spur me again!”

He whipped her ass. “Shut up! Horses don’t talk!”

She whinnied instead, and he rewarded her with another jab from his spurs, she moaned and went faster.

She was a bot, and so she could crawl much faster than a human could, but Wilson couldn’t balance as well as she did when she was in the saddle. So after twenty minutes of whipping and spurring her around the room, enjoying the feel of this powerful girl between his legs, he reined her harshly to the sliding doors that led to the back yard. She was getting so turned on now that he let her stay on hands and knees for one lap of his estate, thrilling to her excited gasps every time he drove his spurs into her flanks, rubbing his cock and balls back and forth on her muscular back.

He reined her up sharply near the house, too horny to continue riding. He dismounted and whipped her back. “Up, Katy! Just your hind legs, leave your hands on the ground.” As soon as had she assumed the position he drove his cock deep into her quivering twat, already pulsing and wet with desire.

“Ahhhh……ahhhh….AHHHhh” Katy screamed, as she slammed her hips back against Wilsons thrusts.

He plunged into her again and again, hammering at her taut ass and firm thighs. As his pleasure crested, he hauled back hard on Katys reins and whipped her with the crop, sending her screaming over the edge into a simulated orgasm of her own. “O, God! Yes….Yesss…Ahh…AHHhh.OOHHHNNNGGGHHH!”

Wilson exploded, spewing his load deep into his ponybot, whipping and thrusting and climbing as he came, till she was bearing his full weight, his stomach crushing down on her beautiful ass. As his orgasm ebbed, he said “Down on all fours again,” and Katy went back down to her hands and knees, Wilson still atop and inside her. He basked in the afterglow for several minutes, enjoying the feeling of this strong woman bearing him on her back, then he dismounted. Moving in front of her, he unsnapped the bit from her bridle. “You’ve been such a good horsey, Katy, that you deserve a treat.” Hungrily she sucked him into her mouth and licked his balls until she had removed all trace of their lovejuice and he was throbbing hard again.

Time for another ride. “Hind legs up again, Katy – I want to ride you some more.”

She stood as he requested, ass high in the air. “But, Wilson, how can you ride me like this? My back’s all tilted, you could never stay on!”

“Don’t worry, Katy,” he said as he snapped the bit back into place. “I’ve got one more little surprise for you. Command. Extend. Activate.”

Katys eyes widened as she felt her head begin to rise. Her arms were growing! Before she knew it, her back was horizontal, even though her hands and feet were all firmly on the ground! The magic arms grew another few inches after that, so her shoulders were tilted slightly higher than her ass, making a natural saddle in the small of her back. She gazed back lovingly at Wilson, as he adjusted the stirrups around her well-muscled torso.

“Thank you,” she said, and he could swear he saw a tear of joy in her eye. “You’ve made me the happiest ponygirl in the whole world!”

“Thank you, Katy,” Wilson said as he put his left foot in the stirrup and swung up onto her back, “You’ve made me a very happy pony, and a very happy rider, too! Hyahhh!”

With three quick jabs from his spurs and a stroke from his riding crop, he was off and galloping on his very special CG-51.

Galloping was exactly the word.  She had superhuman strength and unnatural balance, able to analyze the ground in front of her and place each hand and foot in the precise spot to maximize her speed and keep Wilson comfortable on her back. He had lengthened the stirrups a bit when she entered this new mode, but they were still short enough that he could comfortably swing his feet up to drive his spurs into her sides. His estate was large and isolated, so he had no worries about anyone seeing the naked ponygirl and her naked rider. So he spurred her and whipped her until she reached maximum speed, the wind whipping her hair back over his thighs, his crotch bouncing and sliding deliciously around on her back.

And she never tired. Wilson rode her at full gallop for fifteen minutes, then reined her back to a canter. This was a slower, more rhythmic gait, and Wilson immediately knew it would always be his favorite. Her torso rocked evenly fore and rear, and he leaned forward, moving with his steed, sliding his rock hard cock into the groove of her spine. “Ohhh, God Katy! Giddyap!” He dropped the reins and his crop, grabbing two handfuls of her flowing hair and pulling gently. Katy slowed, but Wilson kicked her with his spurs. “Keep going Katy! Keep going! Giddyap!” She resumed the canter and he concentrated on the feeling of her underneath him, between his legs, his cock and balls rubbing and sliding along her back. “Ohh…yeah…yeah….Unnnnhhh!” He started jabbing the rowels against her hips as he became more aroused, and her yelps of pleasure every time the spurs struck home sent him over the peak, spewing his wad over her back and in her hair.

After he came, he reined her to a stop to rest a minute, then spurred her over to the house and dismounted. He stepped to her head and removed her bridle, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.

“Oh, my God, Katy! That was….amazing! Perfect!”

“Wilson, I loved it! I so love being your horse! I was so fast! And feeling you on my back, especially when you came! That was the best!”

“Katy, I loved it too. But now, you’ve been a good horsey and I think you should get the reward of riding me into the house. Take off the stirrups and kneepads.”

“Oh, goody! I was getting so turned on while you were riding me, I can’t wait to jump on your back again!” Katy stood and removed her stirrups and kneepads, her extra long arms looking a bit ludicrous. “Um…. Wilson?”

“Yes, Katy?” Wilson was taking off his spurs.

“Do you think you could…um…make me smaller again? I like being smaller when I ride you.”

“Sure, honey. Command. Cow Girl mode. Activate.” Katy grinned as she shrank back to her original proportions. “That’s better. Now let’s go, horsey-boy!”

Wilson had already put on the kneepads, and got on all fours. “I think I’ll skip the stirrups this time,” Katy said as she sat on his back, “but I’m not gonna forget these.” She picked up Wilson’s spurs from the ground and quickly strapped them on to her bare feet, then settled in, grabbing his hair for reins. “C’mon Wilson, let’s see how you trot!”  She spurred him once, twice, three times, and rode him back into the house.