In the wind she stands tall, her long mane dancing against the scenes of fall

With breasts lifted proud, her head held high she stands looking out the corner of her eye

Dressed in leather, bands wrapped around, her body is of course seemingly bound

She weaves back and forth upon booted heel; she waits hungrily upon the rolling field

With tail whipping to the breeze she listens to the rustle of the majestic trees

With a quick tug and forceful grasp her head is snapped up and whip taken to her ass

Fire upon her flanks marks the way, displaying her placement this very day

"Stretch out my pony girl" casts from your lips, encouraged by hunger she sways her hips

Her leg rises to waist high, she plants her hoof thinking "my oh my"

With the cry of the pony in her heart she continues to pull hard at the sulky cart

Pulling her Master and Mate to be, she has finally found out the true meaning of "free"

Place upon her body leather and tail, for she knows that this is her destined trail

She is a pony girl yours to be she accepts this honor gracefully

To be the beast of your wildest dreams, to have you understand what this means

Her place to you is at your side or at your boots for this is no lie

You are her Master and Mate to be, for her fate and love are placed in Thee