Beneath the ruins of Adiranthe part 9 - by Paladin

I have dibs on the very ending, but Paladin wrote this and the next two or three parts, I enjoyed reading them  very much indeed and hope you all do too. ~Susan

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With no-one to observe her, Eleria brought the mirror out from behind the screens and studied her reflection. It was, she had to admit, a remarkable use of magic. The silk followed every contour of her body. Eleria half turned and rolled her hip, she gave her backside a pat, ‘damn but the black silk makes my ass look good. It would actually make a very effective thieves garb if it wasn’t for the neckline.’

Eleria studied the bustline critically. Too much skin would reflect even a glimmer of light, potentially waking a sleeping mark. The silk bodice quivered slightly as she continued to look at her reflection. “Perhaps more of a halter-top,” she mused. “It would cover more of my chest while leaving my arms free.” 

In the mirror she watched stunned as the silk strips wove themselves up, forming the top she’d imagined. Eleria gasped and her carefully built up image vanished. The silk quickly reverted back to it’s original design. 

The magic in the material had responded to her thoughts, she was sure of it. Eleria concentrated on the boots. In response the ridiculously high heels shrank. She let the image go and the heels shot up quickly enough to nearly throw her off balance.

Eleria tried again and the silk responded more quickly becoming the kind of outfit suitable for stealthy movement and nefarious deeds. With a little practice she could hold the image in the back of her mind while walking, then running. Finally she launched herself into the air, tumbling then landing lightly. She jumped again and lashed out with a spinning kick that whistled through the air. Eleria landed in a low crouch. She sprang backwards, landed on her hands and balanced easily. Eleria transferred all her weight to one hand and performed a smooth one-handed press-up. As she dipped a second time she allowed her self to roll forward and back up onto her feet.

Easy! All too easy. Kardan was right the magic enhanced all her strengths and not just the ones he thought would benefit him most. Eleria clamped down on her elation. He couldn’t suspect anything until the right moment when she would use the magic against him, defeating him and winning her freedom.

For a moment she allowed herself to picture revisiting all her humiliations back on her captor. How would it be to throw him to the ground and look into his frustrated face as she straddled his chest, pinning him to the ground and demanding he submit. Or to ride him through the stone corridors of his own realm until he collapsed exhausted under her. Eleria grinned, oh he would be exhausted all right. She would drive him on till he begged her to get off, then on again until he promised her anything just to be allowed to rest. Then when his limbs shook and his back sank beneath her she would force him to carry her on until he collapsed and admitted she had utterly defeated him.

Eleria clenched her fists. Kardan obviously hadn’t expected her to discover the secret of the silk or even more likely he hadn’t known her will could be imposed through the magic that infused the material. 

She strode, confident for the first time since her capture, to the door. When she’d been learning her trade her teacher had encouraged her to learn how to use every tool at her disposal. Kardan might be powerful, might be lord of his domain but he was still just a man and Eleria knew how to manipulate that weakness. She allowed the silk to revert to it’s original form then opened the door. “I wish to speak with your master and you will take me to him, now.”

Whether it was the commanding tone in her voice, her neckline or pure shock the goblins bowed and led her away. 

They led Eleria to the most ornately carved set of double doors she had yet seen. Her guards spoke quietly with the door guards who kept looking at her. With a sigh she brushed through them and pushed the doors open. 

As Eleria barged into Kardan’s personal chambers a part of her mind couldn’t help but assess the value of the objects that lay scattered around. Wealth that could keep a thief in luxury for years lay within easy reach everywhere she looked. Her fingers itched.

The guards rushed in behind her. Spears blocked her way and Eleria put her hands on her hips, “Kardan!” she yelled.

A half dressed Goblin King strode in from another chamber. He smiled, “I don’t remember summoning or requesting your presence.” He waved the guards away.

Eleria let her gaze move slowly up his body, not bothering to hide her attention. She gave Kardan a lazy smile that she could see confused him. He was also physically appealing which would make her subterfuge that much easier.

Eleria lowered her head but looked up at him through her lashes. Submissive but sweet, nothing like her usual defiance.

Kardan frowned then crossed to a chair. He dropped his weight into it. “Well you came to see me so speak. Tell me what brings you here?”

Keeping her head bowed Eleria stepped through the circle of guards. Once clearly in Kardan’s view she slowly, very slowly, dropped down to her knees.

Kardan’s eyes widened, “leave us,” he ordered and the goblins left in swift order. “Now what is this about?”

Eleria ignored the question but raised her head to look at the Goblin King, knowing he couldn’t help but look at her cleavage. Once she had his attention she began to crawl, slowly, towards him. She emphasised the shift of her shoulders and sway of her hips as she crawled.

Kardan had shifted forward in his chair, his chin resting on his hand as he watched every movement. “I’m not sure what...,” his voice trailed away as she drew closer.

Eleria stopped before him. She lowered her head a softly kissed his bare feet. She easily felt the shudder of delight that passed through his body. Smiling wickedly to herself, knowing he couldn’t see her expression she again lowered her head. Lightly she drew her tongue across the soft skin of his feet. Tracing curves and lines as Kardan gasped and made soft moans of pleasure.

Eleria rose without a sound and took his boots from beside the chair. Gently she helped him into them. Then she took up his spurs. Silver and jewel inset she could live like a noble for months off the pair of them. 

Eleria straightened up so that she could look Kardan in the eyes. Lightly she placed the rowel of the first spur against her cleavage. As Kardan watched, unable to tear his eyes away, she rolled the golden points up between her breasts to her throat, up over her chin to her lips. She kissed the rowel allowing her lips to press softly against the metal. Eleria bowed back down and fastened the spur to a boot.

Eleria took up the second spur and with a teasing look she repeated her earlier action. As the golden rowel met her lips though she raised the spur higher and tilted her head backwards. Her tongue slipped from between her lips to caress the points. Eleria’s tongue curled delicately around the golden disc then flicked back setting the rowel spinning. She fastened to his boot.

With a final teasing look Eleria dropped forward onto all fours and turned away from Kardan making sure her hips rolled emphasising her silk wrapped behind. She positioned herself on all fours the very image of a submissive pony. As if stretching she rolled her shoulders and then let the movement flow through her body. 

Eleria heard Kardan stand up and move towards her. His hand came down on her shoulder. As he traced it down her back she arched and dipped like a cat. His hand came to a halt on her backside and she could feel the heat of his skin through the silk as his fingers followed the curve of her behind. 

Kardan stepped over her without speaking. He lowered himself gently, allowing his weight to settle into the curve of her back. Before he could speak or act Eleria rocked forward. As she did she lowered her chest towards the ground, pushed up then rolled her back feeling Kardan move up and down with the movement. Eleria continued to sinuously roll and move her body, constantly keeping Kardan moving, pressing up against him then dropping him deeply into her. For his part Kardan said nothing but his breathing grew quicker, shallower. He rode her with each movement, making no attempt to influence what she did.

Eleria increased the pace of her movements and Kardan’s body responded to the pressure moving against him. Eleria grinned to herself. Physically she was finding this easy and although she was on all fours it was her who was actually in control.

She sped up, slowed down and then using her enhanced strength lifted him higher than before. She dropped her back as deeply as she could and felt Kardan sink into her back and he groaned. She did it again, faster this time and Kardans spurs finally found her thighs. “Faster,” he commanded.

Eleria grinned again, “yes Master,” she said breathlessly, although she felt fine but he expected her to be struggling by now. 

“Command me Master,” she pleaded as she sped up. “Make me your slave, ride me until I please you!” She moaned as if at the last vestiges of her strength.  

Eleria felt Kardan’s muscles tighten dramatically. His breathing became a loud roar as he reached the pinnacle of his excitement. Eleria stopped and sagged as if exhausted. She let her head drop as she felt Kardan lean forward to hug her. “I have no idea what brought this on,” he whispered into her ear, “but I would happily trade a kingdom for a slave such as you.”

He stood and Eleria rose to her feet also. She crowded close and kissed his chest, “a slave you might free one day if you are pleased with her,” she murmured into his chest.

Kardan chuckled, “an interesting change of tactics my little pony and one which I think will serve you much better than your customary defiance.” He held her at arms length, “I need to quickly refresh myself but when I return I should again find you saddled and ready to be ridden.” He raised an eyebrow as if expecting her to protest.

Eleria simply dropped back onto all fours, “I am ready Master,” she said. 

As Kardan left she watched him go, walking out of the room with an arrogant swagger. “I’m ready all right goblin breath,” she whispered to herself.

Beneath the ruins of Adiranthe Ch 8 - By Paladin

Surprise! Paladin has taken a hand in writing Adiranthe. A gauntleted hand? Should we be worried??

This does not start directly where the last chapters finished, you could imagine a couple of days later.

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Eleria could hear the flap, flap of leathery feet. Goblins! she was beginning to despise the sight and sound of them. Goblin Breath’s obsequious minions constantly padded up and down the corridors outside her room. Eleria glared around her room, cell more like it! There was nothing left to hurl. They’d taken it all and if she’d dared throw any of her bedding the little fiends would have happily left her to sleep on the stone floor.

She stretched and could tell her muscles were back to their normal fluid strength. Her captor hadn’t made any demands of her in days. No demands that she play the role of his pony as he arrogantly rode her throughout his underground kingdom. No wrestling matches that would end with him sitting astride her body laughing down at her. The thought reminded Eleria of other feelings his attentions had brought but she ruthlessly pushed them away.  

Soon he would make a mistake and she would be free. Every physical challenge honed her strength, every contest between them gave her opportunities to study his skills, to find a weakness.

The door opened and her guards trooped in. “The Master commands your presence,” one hissed. 

Eleria sneered, “he’s not my master.”

The guards stood like statues, waiting. Eleria knew her patience would run out before theirs did so she stood and walked through the doorway. Her guards fell in step.  

If she was honest with herself she would have admitted that although the lack of attention from the Goblin King had given her body time to recover it had also given her time to become very bored.

Eleria was a thief by choice as well as by natural ability. Any other life would have been stifling and dull.

The guards halted before a large door. Without waiting for her them Eleria threw the door open and strode in. The room was something of a surprise. A large folding screen blocked off one corner of the room while the largest stone bath Eleria had ever seen dominated the centre. Steam rose up from the bath carrying with it the scent of roses. She turned to find her captor observing her from the comfort of a throne-like chair.

“You wanted to see me?” she made it sound like a challenge not a question.

He raised an amused eyebrow, “slaves are summoned not requested.”

Eleria bristled, “I’m a captive not some piece of meat on an auction block.”

Kardan laughed. “Strip!” he ordered.

Eleria shot him a look of pure hate, “bite me goblin breath.”

He laughed louder, “if it would make you more compliant I would but for now you will strip and then bathe.”

Eleria frowned. It didn’t quite sound like he was about to take advantage of her so what was he up to. “Why should I?”

Kardan wrinkled his nose, “you smell,” he commented and gestured towards the bath.

Eleria’s eyebrows shot up, any retort was swallowed by the shock of his statement. “I what?” she demanded.

He shrugged, “you smell and I simply thought you’d enjoy the chance to bathe.”

As quickly as possible and without making it too obvious she evaluated his statement. After days of living underground and the physical demands placed on her it was no surprise she was a bit fragrant. “Fine but I’m only doing it because I want to. I suppose you’re going to watch?”

He shrugged and smiled, “one of the privileges of being your captor I suppose.”

Eleria turned her back on him and quickly stripped off her brief underclothes. 

Kardan watched intently as Eleria climbed the steps to the broad lip of the bath. Steam rose to wreath around the soft curves and toned muscles of her body. She dipped a toe in a sighed at the temperature of the water. Eleria half turned to offer him a wicked smile knowing he’d be watching. Then she slowly lowered herself into the water.

Eleria felt the heat from the scented water sink deep into her bones. She allowed herself to slip beneath the surface before rising pushing her hair away from her face. On the stone lip opposite were jars and soaps. Eleria took her time testing and enjoying each offering. 

Kardan watched without speaking, allowing her to take whatever time she wished. Eventually she slipped beneath the surface one last time before rising and turning to face him. Her skin glowed and beads of water ran down her face to trace fascinating lines across her shoulders and down the curves of her breasts.

Eleria coughed, “my eyes are up here.”

With a jolt Kardan realised he’d been staring, barely breathing, like a youth seeing a beautiful girl for the first time. Eleria ran her hands through her hair and laughed as Kardan’s eyes darted between her eyes and her chest.

“So what happens now?”

Kardan pointed to the large screen, “you’ll find everything you need behind there.”

Eleria took her time leaving the bath, a distracted captor after all was a more easily defeated captor.

Behind the screen she dried herself and combed out her hair in front of a large crystal mirror. Curious she opened a large chest filled with what appeared to be long strips of black silk embroidered with silver thread. ‘Beautiful,’ she thought, ‘but hardly useful.’ She dropped a length to the floor. It quivered and slid across the stone towards her. More strips emerged from the chest.

Eleria fought her panic and fought to move but her feet appeared glued to the warm stone floor. The silk strips rustled as they swept across the stone before spiralling up her legs. Silk whispered as it swept in a gale of activity around her body. 

‘Magic,’ Eleria silently cursed.

When the silk tempest ended Eleria stared amazed into the mirror. Tall silken boots rose above her knees while strips criss-crossed around her thighs and seemed to outline her muscles as the strips clung to her skin. Eleria frowned, the silk seemed to cling even more tightly around her backside. From her hips the silk strips wove tightly around her waist, rising to form an intricate bodice with an almost indecent amount of lift.

Black gloves covered her hands to her elbows and the last silk strip appeared to have swept her hair up and threaded itself through a long single braid that fell to the middle of her back.

Eleria stormed back out from behind the screen, “what she growled is the point of all of this?”

Kardan steepled his fingers and looked at her with admiration open on his face. “Stunning,” he said.

Eleria smiled for a moment before remembering how angry she was supposed to be. 

Kardan smiled. “Tonight is a special celebration, exotic foods, wines, guests of great importance. As host and lord of this realm I must make an impression and you will help me do so.”

“Am I meant to wait on you hand and foot, smile at your every inane joke perhaps.”

“Oh I have a much better job for you my lovely little thief but first the final part of your outfit.” He waved a hand and perfectly on cue a goblin appeared carrying a magnificently tooled, black leather saddle. It’s proportions were perfectly measured to fit Eleria’s back and the pure silver tracery pressed into the leather matched the elaborate designs in her outfit.

“I am not.., you are not putting that thing on me!”  

Kardan raised a single finger and the silk tightened, a gesture and the magic in the silk bent her legs, dropping her to her hands and knees.

Eleria cursed, but the magic held her firmly in its grasp! Kardan walked around her enjoying her position from all angles. He chuckled and bent down beside her. You will find that when you don’t fight it the magic in the silk augments and magnifies your natural strength. 

Kardan took the saddle and placed it gently in the curve of Eleria’s back. He stood back, made a small adjustment then at a gesture a strip of silk bound the saddle tightly to her body. 

Kardan placed one foot in a stirrup and with a smooth motion mounted. Eleria felt his weight settle onto the saddle, hearing the soft creak of leather. Strangely his weight, which would normally have drawn a low gasp of effort from her, seemed diffused and somehow lighter. 

Kardan took a firm hold of her long braid and kicked his heels against her thighs. Eleria started forward, instinctively wincing as she expected the hard floor to bite into her knees and hands. There was no pressure, no hard stone. The boots and gloves absorbed each motion as if she were crawling over the softest furs.  

He kicked her again, harder this time but although she felt the pressure she felt no pain. In fact she felt stronger and crawled more quickly. “Faster pony,” Kardan’s hand smacked her backside.

Eleria gritted her teeth, fine he wanted faster she’d show him faster. Eleria moved from a scrambling crawl to a rocking canter. 

Kardan roared with pleasure as he guided her around the room by her braid. The saddle ensured his position on her back remained perfectly positioned while the stirrups gave him the balance he needed to ride her like a real pony. 

He reined her in tightly and she responded immediately. Kardan could just feel her sides swell as she breathed deeply and for a moment he wished he was astride her without the saddle or any other barrier between them. Perhaps when the feast was over he would try this again but with significant modifications to her magical silk outfit.

Kardan reluctantly dismounted. He released the magic that bound the saddle and Eleria and she stood up. “Impressed?” he asked.

She snorted and looked down at her outfit, “at least it’s self cleaning.”

Kardan smiled and ran his fingertips gently along her jaw. He resisted the sudden but powerful urge to trace the line down her throat to her bodice. “Tonight you will help me make a grand entrance. Eat, rest and be ready when I summon you.”

After Kardan left Eleria waited until his minions had brought food and drink in and then left. “I’ll be ready all right goblin breath!” 

Despite the extra weight of the saddle on her back she’d carried Kardan with little effort and carried him at a remarkable speed. The magic in the silk truly had enhanced her own strength. Now she needed to discover what other advantages 'goblin breath' might have unexpectedly given her.

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The Complete Story List

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By Susan


Short Story (just by itself)

Saraya's Bet:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6 Final


Jason's Wheels:

Part 1

Part 2 is a Work in Progress


Jockeying for Position:

Part 1

Part 2 is a Work in Progress


Beneath The Ruins of Adiranthe:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6a

Part 6b

Part 7 Currently being re written/tweaked

Part 8 (written by Paladin, edited by Susan)

Part 9 (by Paladin)

Part 10 (by Paladin)

Part 11 (by Paladin)

Part 12 (by Paladin)

Part 13 FINAL (By Susan)




By Paladin

Mr P's Revenge (part fiction part non)

Yasmin's Point of View. Sequel to Saraya's Bet

Hay-Barn Ponygirl - Short story



Casey the Pony-girl:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part 4 Final


Breaking In the Bronco:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three (Final)


Chance Meeting:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part 5

Epilogue


The Hotel

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 Final


Rodeo Challenge - Short Story


Pony's Revenge (A slightly different perspective!)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 Final


A Chance Encounter Revisited

Part 1

Part 2



By M

A First Ride (Part One)


By Unferth

To a Magazine

In tangents to her orbit

A Christmas Story


By Tonypony

"Wilson" A story about an unusual pony girl!


By Henry

The making of a Pony

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 Final

The Hotel Part 4 - Final (By Paladin)

The Hotel Part 4

The abrupt end of the hallway interrupted my fantasy world. It didn’t actually end but the large doors effectively brought lyssa to a halt while I was still imagining my conquered princess.

Lyssa gave me a little bouncing ride as if to say ‘what now?’

I dismounted and used my room card to open the lounge door. Lyssa crawled through and I took the opportunity to admire the fine muscle tone of her body and the gentle curves that shifted as she moved.

Once through the door she paused and titled her head. Her dark hair fell across her shoulder framing her face and the mischievous little smile I’d seen many times before. Lyssa still had plenty of energy left and was obviously enjoying the challenge I’d set her.

I mounted and slowly lowered my weight deep into the curve of her back. Lyssa gave a little wriggle settling me further and waited.

I caught up her hair and plied the crop to her backside with a flick. Despite knowing it was coming a short gasp still slipped passed her lips. I guided Lyssa through the room, around tables and couches over to the far wall where a polished stainless steel elevator door waited.

At the press of a button the doors opened and I rode Lyssa into a glass elevator. The view of the harbour, dark water broken by ships lights, was made more magnificent by the fact that I was seeing it from the back of an equally beautiful woman.

The elevator began moving slowly down. I drew her head back and ran the crop along the side of her neck. I bent forward and slowly kissed the same line I’d traced, her breathing deepened in response. I lightly ran my fingertips across her throat and then along the exposed curves of her chest. She tilted her head further back and my fingers teased and tickled the skin just beneath the line of the corset.

This wasn’t a ride to crush her spirit or to force her to the point of collapse and then beyond. This ride was about the sensations and pleasures of being mounted on willing but spirited pony girl. It was about the feel of control and the dominance and about the movement of her strong body beneath mine. It was also about the thrill of that tinge of fear she’d felt as she had submitted to the riding crop.

We reached the ground floor and the door opened with a quiet hiss. The lobby beyond was empty and warmly lit. I turned Lyssa to face the door and felt her tremble at the prospect of being ridden out in the open. Smiling I pressed the button and the door closed.

Lyssa exhaled and braced herself as the elevator rose, momentarily increasing my weight.

I bent down close to her ear, my breath stirring the hairs on the back of her neck. “Tomorrow,” I whispered. “Tomorrow night I’m going to ride you out of this elevator and into the lobby.”

She shook under me and whispered back, “promise?”

The Hotel part 3 (by Paladin)

The Hotel Part 3

 

Lyssa bolted down the hallway and anytime she faltered the crop sent her on again. After the third such time I actually felt her gather and push herself on just prior to the crop being used. Wickedly I pulled her hair back sharply. She managed to hold herself up and rear without collapsing.

 

“Good pony-slave,” I encouraged.

 

I guided her slowly onto the wide, half circle waiting area and as I did a chime filled the air. Turning Lyssa back I saw the elevator light glow as the doors slid open.

 

Lyssa froze under me and for a moment I felt that sense of apprehension that filled her. Would we be seen?

 

A couple staggered out of the elevator. The man had his head buried in his blond partner’s neck, his hands sliding up and down her body. She giggled wildly and as they turned around each other her eyes met mine.

 

The blond’s eyes widened in surprise and her mouth opened, probably she was as surprised at being seen as we were but as she took in the sight of me mounted on Lyssa s beautiful body something in her expression changed.

 

The blond smiled and pulled her man in closer while she watched us. I gave her a challenging stare and firmly drew Lyssa s head back then ran the riding crop lightly across her chest. Lyssa shuddered but offered no resistance. The blond ran her tongue across her lips and kissed her partners neck without taking her eyes off us.

 

I touched my heels to Lyssa and she moved quietly along the carpet. The blond watched then almost reluctantly led her otherwise engrossed partner away. As she stumbled down the hall she cast a look behind her that contained equal measures of curiosity and desire.

 

Lyssa let out a long sigh. As for myself I was even more wired than before. We’d risked being found and that danger had been stimulating enough but the ice that had run up my spine when the doors had opened had left my mouth dry and my chest heaving. The blond’s reaction had burned the ice away and left a fire in its place.

 

I kicked Lyssa on and kept heading down the hall towards the dining lounge.

 

Now I rode her proudly along the hall like a barbarian lord that has conquered some civilized kingdom and now rides their subjugated princess through the streets. Look at me I wanted to roar. Look how your once proud princess now serves as my beast of burden. Once you worshiped her as a goddess and now she pleads and begs to obey my every command.

 

The image was so enthralling that every detail stood out sharply in my mind. I could see her in gauzy silks with golden shackles about her wrists and ankles. Her expression a mixture of despair, humiliation and in her eyes the knowledge that her submission to the brute on her back was total.  

The making of a Pony - Part 4 Final (By Henry)

Well Henry and I had words some months ago and he left the blog and group, sadly. But he was a good guy and a very gentle respectful type. I am posting the last part of his story out of respect and for anyone who wanted to see how it ended. And I like it, too.

*****

After a late dinner they returned to her apartment.  She knew he was preparing to end the date.  He had drawn her to him, held her, and kissed her;  he said he would call. 

This would not do and her feelings would not allow the evening to end so soon.  “Would you like to come in for coffee?”, she asked.  He smiled.  Opening the door she told him to make himself comfortable and she would put the coffee on.  In the kitchen she had retrieved the coffee pot, filled it with water, and was turning on the stove when she felt his hands fall lightly on her hips.  She turned, still within his grasp and met his gaze.  He drew her to him, embracing her and kissed her.  She did not return that kiss, but it was she who instigated the next. 

“I suspect you’re not really interested in coffee”, she said.  

“No, not really”, was his reply.

“Hold that thought”, she quibbled to him;  and with that, her waist still in his grasp, she turned to the stove, turned off the burner, and then turned back to him.

She was wondering what the night might bring, and was willing to accept nearly any advance he might make to her; but he merely took her lightly by the hands and drew her into the living room.  He directed her to a chair and drawing her downward, she sat at his command.  He followed her;  facing her, straddling her, and sitting on her lap.  He gave her a loving smile, and touched her cheek gently.  Leaning into her, he kissed her again. 

Such reserved flirtation would not do.  The girl was on fire; and placing her arms around him she drew him to her, sliding him up her lap and against her tightly.  She held and kissed him repeatedly.  He was not slow to return her embrace.

It was time for her to act boldly.  Still with her arms around him, she stood, lifting him. She carried him a few feet to an open place on the floor and sunk to the floor lying on her back, still holding him against her.  She lay on her back with him upon her.  He did not object to this treatment and  once she had situated herself on her back, he readjusted his position so he could lay upon her comfortably.  In this position, his breath fell upon her face and she inhaled his scent deeply.  Gently holding her head between his hands he alternately caressed her and kissed her.

He rose then, and folding his knees along side her, he lowered himself onto her, sitting at her navel.  He placed his knees upon her arms but she immediately found that uncomfortable and  moved them to her shoulders and chest.  He sat on her, his weight on her stomach and chest, and she found the feeling breath-taking.  She longed for him to be close to her; to have his weight upon her; she eagerly submitted to him.  Only yesterday she would have claimed that to have a man sit on her in this way would have been incognizable, but now, with him sitting upon her she felt cozy, safe, protected, contented, loved.  She desired no alternate treatment.

He sat on her peacefully; touching her gently, stroking the sides of her face, playing with her hair.  She reveled at the feeling of his presence upon her and she sighed contentedly, she studied his face intently; then closed her eyes and surrendered to the moment. 

…………………….

He was hoping the date would not end but could not, for the life of him, figure a way to extend the evening any longer.  He was remiss to leave her, but could think of no plausible reason to stay.  Her suggestion of coffee immediately solved his dilemma. What did she have in mind?  His heart leapt at the prospects, but caution warned him to not read too much into her offer.

He had followed her to the kitchen.  She stood with her back to him preparing the coffee and he was again overwhelmed with her presence.  She was such an indescribably gorgeous girl.  He remembered how effortlessly she had carried him and he craved more.  Placing his hands upon her hips she turned to him and as she did, he instinctively embraced her.  She returned his embrace in kind.

He longed to remain  close to this girl; hold her, embrace her, and again place his weight upon her and feel her strong body beneath his.  He lead her to the living room, placed her on a chair, and sat in her lap.  He again admired her, caressing and kissing her.  He could have sat there, on her knees, for quite a while longer and he would have been satisfied. He did not anticipate her response when it came, though to follow her lead came easily and naturally.

She did not rock into a standing position when she lifted him.  She merely stood-up with him in her arms which he thought was remarkable.  She held him securely against her chest while she laid down on her back, making sure he remained on top of her. 

Lying on her was a marvelous feeling.  He burned with desire to make love with her, but he knew it was too soon to think of that.  Instead he lay upon her, resting on his elbows, holding her head in his hands; and caressed her.  Almost without thinking he rose and sat on her.  She took his weight eagerly and easily, and once she was comfortable as he sat on her, she closed her eyes in an expression of total submission.  She was his to do with as he pleased, completely placing her trust in him.  

He was in bliss.  Here was this beautiful girl lying beneath him, and she appeared to be thoroughly enjoying the experience as much as he was.  At that moment life could not be better and he resolved to sit on her like this, fondling her and caressing her for a long time; and they would both enjoy this time they had together. 

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She was so relaxed and contented that she may have briefly fallen asleep, she really could not say.  Having him sitting upon her; him, her man, her exclusive property: belonging to her and no one else; and to be loved by him, put her at such peace that she might have actually dozed off.  It would have been easy; his weight upon her was inconsequential.  She opened her eyes and greeted his gaze.  Was he what she needed in a man? What she wanted?  What was it that she wanted? At this point she wasn’t sure and she was confused.  She knew she wanted him, desired him, but she wasn’t sure exactly why or for what reason yet.  She was sure of one thing; she wished she could gather up the way he was making her feel now as he sat upon her, and somehow save it, as if in a bottle, so at some future time she could again, feel this way.  She did not want this moment to end and was afraid that when it did, it may never occur again.

End it did however.  He rose from her, rolled her over and again sat on her; this time in the small of her back in a similar way.  He started running his hands up and down her back, massaging her spine and shoulders.  She heard herself moan with pleasure and they both laughed because of it.  This continued for several minutes but eventually she wanted more. 

She remembered the children earlier that day and how they had given each other pony rides.  She remembered how she had wondered what it might be like for this man to ride her in that way.  There was no need to wonder any longer with the prize so close at hand. 

“Pony time”, she announced playfully as she rose onto her hands and knees, lifting him as he remained seated upon her.  His weight felt divine upon her and she arched and dipped her back, experimenting with this newfound pleasure.  His response of bouncing lightly upon her sent shivers of anticipation up and down her frame, far outstripping the pleasure of the back rub she had just received.  She again moaned, and again they both laughed with it. 

Patting her on her shoulder he urged her to carry him across the floor.  She did not need encouragement.  With his legs held at her sides, he rode her about the room, patting and caressing her, urging her to move onward.  As much as she took pleasure from his sitting on her stomach, this was as different kind of excitement, but this “gentle riding” was not enough.  She wanted him to conquer her and he- be her “master”.  She would not be obedient; he would need to “prove his worth” to ride her first before he would be given the privilege of her being his pony, with her obedient under him. 

So she teased him, threw him off her back; and moved her back in different ways to unseat him.  At times she would be an obedient, well behaved pony and then she would switch and play the devil and it would take all his effort to keep his seat; playing a wild horse while it was his task to “tame” her.  She knew she was a girl who enjoyed strenuous physical activities but the revelation that she could “play” with a man in this way while enjoying such an intimate contact with him, was enthralling.  At the beginning of the ride he was being far too gentle to suit her.  He was treating her as if she were some “china doll”, afraid she might “break” if he were to stress her.  She was a strong girl and she wanted him to press her, to drive his weight onto her back and make her exert herself; she wanted him to make her use her strength to counteract him.  She became exasperated with encouraging him to ride her more vigorously.  Constant encouragement and unending patience slowly brought him around.

At first, she developed tricks to unseat him quicker than he learned counter measures to prevent it.  She used them sparingly however because her joy was in having him on her back, riding her.  It wasn’t any fun throwing him off over and over; carrying him, having him ride her, and feeling his weight upon her was the real pleasure.  His appetite to ride her appeared to be insatiable and this delighted her;  every time she managed to unseated him he would enthusiastically remount her again.  Had he grown tired of this “game”, she would have been distraught. 

As time passed though he was learning her tricks and it was becoming more and more difficult to unseat him, and he was learning ways to sap her strength away.  She found herself working harder and harder to thwart him and his actions were becoming more aggressive, causing her to exert herself.  He appeared to have finally abandoned his thoughts that he might harm her with his actions and he was using his weight to his advantage.  She found herself working very hard to counteract his movements and remain on her “feet”.  She was now using all her strength to counteract his efforts and for the most part, she was not succeeding.  She was exerting herself to the utmost and she knew that she could not continue this way indefinitely.   Finally she found herself spent and head down, breathing heavily with him still astride her.  It was the only eventual result she would have accepted; in her mind the whole purpose of this activity was to be ridden to exhaustion and eventually have to submit to him.

She was slow to recover her breath and even slower to recover her strength.

 “Are you going to be a good pony and behave now”, he asked.  “Yes master”, she replied, still with a teasing giggle since they both knew this was only role play and he rode her only by her consent.  “Then forward”, he said followed by a playful slap on her rump.  She now obeyed him, and her joy was in doing so.  Still, as she moved across the floor with him astride her; her thoughts turned toward a recapitulation of the day.  Much had transpired which required additional thought.  She was confused at this sudden urge to carry men, especially this man; she was still thrilled at the feeling of him astride her and this puzzled her.  He was not the first man with whom she had spent an afternoon and evening, but this desire had never surfaced before.  What was so unique about this man?  Had he brought some unknown desire deep within her to the surface?  Her mind began to wonder in regard to the possibly of other types of “carrying” that she might accomplish with him.  He was light enough where she knew she could easily lift him in numerous ways and she felt she might want to experiment with this in future meetings; she wondered what his reaction to that might be?   

She could easily see where at some future time she would pick him up in her arms and carry him to her bed; and the prospect of that further excited her.  If it were to happen however, it would not happen that night.  She needed to think about all this before she acted so, though she rationalized the time for that was not far off.  She was sure they would be spending much time together in the near future, and hopefully out into the distant future; and she knew she would again be his pony and the thought of this brought her euphoric delight.  She also wondered about other unknown pleasures which might be in store for her in the days, weeks, and months ahead.  Only time could tell.

…………….

He could have sat on her forever, but he had other things in mind.  He got off her, rolled her over, and regained his seat this time on the small of her back.  He could have sat on her hips but this girl had an ample waist and he knew that sitting on her waist would be most rewarding; also, sitting on her waist would position him for what was in the back of his mind.    He began massaging her back, and they both laughed at the frivolity of the moment.

He was trying to devise a reason for him to have her get up on her hands and knees and carry him;  when she did this on her own accord, it surprised him; this girl was continuously full of surprises.  He realized, incredulously,  that she must have been thinking the same thing herself.  She had done this so effortlessly and he was still puzzling over this when she flexed her back up and down, raising and lowering him in the process.  In response, he bounced lightly on her back, then harder;  feeling her back flex and bend slightly underneath him.   This was such an intense, erotic feeling that he could hardly control himself.   Had they continued to do this much longer, he would have had a wet spot on his pants and a lot of explaining to do.  He stopped his activity and fortunately she stopped also.  Regaining his composure, he patted her on the shoulder and jibed “good horsie”; he motioned for her to obey him and carry him around the room. He was delighted when she readily complied. 

Her back provided him an ample seat, and the curve of her back seemed to be made to fit him.  Being a big girl he did not need to hold her by the shoulders to keep his balance and riding her was far better than he ever imagined it could be;  he was “in heaven”.  His heaven dematerialized in an instant as she abruptly dropped a shoulder and move in the opposite direction, spilling him off her.

“You don’t really expect me to just let you sit there and ride me without earning the privilege”, she chided.

“What do I have to do to earn it?”.

“Stay on if you can”.

“Ah, a tough girl”

“More than you could imagine”

With that he remounted her, and situating himself securely on her back, waited for her next move.  He was still unprepared.  She was being very aggressive in her movements and he was not prepared and in a way, unwilling to counter them.  To attempt to control this girl he would need to apply a much rougher treatment than that to which he was willing to use.  He knew that what he needed to do was to start using his weight against her, to push her and stress her by driving his weight against her movements, to wear her down; but to do this could be considered abusive treatment.  He would not abuse a woman; especially this one of whom he was so fond.  He found his reasoning to be a crazy mixed up jumble, and he rationalized.  He had ridden other girls in the past; one of them barely weighing one hundred pounds.  How was it acceptable to ride that girl who was so much smaller and consider it “non abusive”; while at the same time, not be willing to press a girl over half-again as heavy and considerably stronger,  a bit harder?  It made no sense, and so he began countering her moves with his own, using his weight to his advantage. 

When she reared up on her knees he would drive his weight down onto her shoulders and force her back down onto her hands. He would grip her tightly about the waist with his legs and when she tried to throw him he would dip down and hold to her torso tightly, shifting his weight to where she would stagger to remain upright.  He would catch her off balance by lifting off her back and driving his weight down onto her at different places on her back and shoulders, making her stumble and exert herself to remain upright.  He learned to use his weight as well as her own weight against her.  He learned to use leverage to his advantage, where he would only need to exert a small amount of effort to cause her to exert all her effort to counteract him.  He was working her hard and he could tell she enjoyed the exertion.  He could see that he was  wearing her down, and he knew that she knew it also. 

Finally she could go no more.  She stopped her wild gyrations but remained on her hands and knees, her head hanging down, her back drooping, gasping for breath.  He lifted off her back, centered himself, and then sat back down upon her, his legs splayed out, giving her all his weight; even now he would not get off of her, and she loved him for it.  He sat on her this way, touching and caressing her back and shoulders lovingly. “My beautiful girl” he exclaimed, and he meant it with every fiber of his being.

He had won the right to ride her and when a few minutes had passed and she had caught her breath and her strength had returned, he commanded his obedient pony around the room.  She obeyed his every command and the ride was more than he could ever have thought it would be.  He strongly wanted to command her up the stairs and into her bedroom.  The urge to do so was nearly overpowering.  Though he thought she might have permitted him this, he knew better than to make the request.  Much had happened that day but this was only their second meeting.  Were he to sleep with her now, she might hate him for it later.  He had just achieved earning this girl’s trust and affection and he did not want to then suffer her disapproval.  No, there would be another time for that, and clearly much more time for riding on this delightful girls back. 

He had won her for his own; this remarkably beautiful girl was his.  He would hold her affection and he would have the pleasure of loving her, holding her to him, embracing her, and the thought of being able to ride her again and again was beyond his comprehension.  As for making love with this gorgeous  girl; he knew that not many more meetings would pass before she would eagerly welcome him to her bed.  Yes, there would surely be a time for that also.

Rodeo Challenge - short story by Paladin

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.