Stalled

- poem by Peter Loaf
- inspired by the headline art "Stalled" by MC

Supplied by the poet and artist for use on SirJeff's Ponygirls website.
Do not repost without permission.





Champions gather, the seven seas
Yankees and Arabs, Vietnamese
Over the world
The flags unfurled
Ponygirl races, Masters to please



Harnessed and hobbled, the sandy track
Two miles of pulling, in pony tack
Ponygirl Prancer
Exotic dancer
Flew down from Berkley, Aussie outback



Anal plug greasy, my own damned hair
Stretching me open, taking such care
Track rules he follows
Butt plug i swallows
Power vibrator, the pleasure rare



Follow my trainer, the bugle call
Hobblestick stumble, out of my stall
Hands fastened behind
Half out of my mind
Hoofboots and piercings, afraid to fall

Now visualize Prancer, deeply bent and blushing as her Master slides a thumb in and out of her already swelling sex. She is attached to her sulky by having had her gloved arms bound to the shafts at shoulders, elbows and wrists with six tight wraps of cinched cord.
High horny pony, strutting my stuff
The winner the spoils, the trade so rough
Hey diddle diddle
My sex to fiddle
Ponygirl subbie, the loving tough

Panoramic rear view of nine hoof booted pony girls, all fixed to their sulkies and butt plugged the same as Prancer has been. They are all lined up behind the starting line and waiting for the gun. Each has a flag attached to her head harness to denote her country. The American Prancer is in the middle, between a South African Amazon complete with nose bone and a big assed Teutonic ubermenchen with a shaved head and cowbells hanging from her nipple rings. The other pony girls come from various places, China, Viet Nam, Saudi Arabia, Russia and Japan. The drivers are dressed in racing silks and high boots equipped with the spurs of their office. Each has a video camera attached to his helmet and a second one fixed to the underside of the sulky's seat and pointed at the pony's rump. Dressed in the flowing silks of a wet dream, Moll Flanders is tossing a pinch of sparkly fairy dust over the line of prancing ponies.
Flanders club members, championship test
Ponygirls prancing, who is the best
The world is watching
The cameras crotching
High Priestess Molly, the ponies blest

We see a control board with twenty-four small screens and one large one. Molly’s jenny sits at this board and selects which camera views to put out on the internet live feed. Dressed in nothing save slave sirik and goose bumps, jenny looks as natural as George the un-elected looks in pointy toed boots.
Internet streaming, pussies aglow
Starting-gun fires, passion to know
The rabbits sprinting
The sunlight glinting
Off to the races, on with the show
We see a speed camera view of the three leaders leaning into the first curve. In the background we see Prancer, the African and the Vietnamese in a three way dead heat for fourth.
Quick light and desperate, China takes lead
Followed by Russia, driver to heed
German bitch banging
Cow bells she’s clanging
Whips popping pain stars, painful indeed
In the upper right corner of the frame we see jenny’s hand turning a zoom control. In the rest of the frame we see a zoomed in view of the black girl’s emerging pussy lips, shining and crimson, already dripping with froth.
High wide and handsome, two miles to go
Each pony straining, her Master in tow
Pussylips perking
The whips berserking
Ponygirl passion, dripping below
Profile view of the cowbell clanging German as we are passing on her right. Her driver is enthusiastically whipping her rump but the girl is clearly going to be passed just the same. In the background we see the first mile post.
Slowly I’m gaining, rabbits run down
subbiespace running, going to town
My Master so kind
His whipping sublime
Trained hard and practiced, my rhythm found
We see the German driver’s view of Prancer passing between the Russian and the Chinese girl. At the edge of the frame we can see ourselves being passed now by the Polish pony on one side and the Japanese on the other. The one and a half mile post is in the background.
Ponygirl passion, three quarters there
High wide and blushing, my star-spangled pair
Pussy lips flapping
Inner fire tapping
Prize money counting, won fair and square
In another speed camera shot we see Prancer out in the lead, clearly enjoying her orgasm, with the African and the Japanes just moving into second and third as they pass the now winded rabbits.
Stretch run I’m cumming, knees pumping fast
Orgasms training, making it last
I’m setting the pace
I’m winning the race
Passion’s best pony, the statue cast

We see a finish line photo of the big German woman coming from behind to win by a cowbell-stretched nipple and thus steal the victory from our backwards looking and therefore stumbling Prancer.
Clatter bang clanging, coming up quick
Backward I’m looking, a trick so slick
Down to the wire
Happenings dire
By nipple losing, her famous kick
We see the eight losing ponies, coffled and helpless, still in their hoof boots, harness and tails, being loaded into a horse trailer. Dressed in a black silk caftan and wielding a whip, the big German woman looks as if she intends to enjoy the next few days.
To winner the spoils, knew going in
Three days in harness, let it begin
Mistress switch-hitting
Punishment fitting
Ponygirl passion, subbie-lust sin