I can't believe this day has finally come. I've been waiting for this to happen to me for the last year and it's going to happen today. Ever since I stumbled onto Sir Jeff's website, I've had a complete fixation on ponygirls. I think it's the sexiest thing a woman could ever do for her man. Talk about something that's completely about giving, letting your man ride you like a horse and liking it. Wow! That says something about a woman. Unfortunately for me, finding a great woman to do this has been frustrating to say the least. I've lost several promising relationships by "asking for something I'd love to have you do for me." Even after showing Equine Eroticus magazines to them, they would immediately leave or slap my face and then leave. I even tried to go to fetish clubs and munches, but I still couldn't get anyone to help me with my new fixation. I finally figured out what the best thing to do was: pay women to be my pony. At first, I tried hookers with limited success. They wanted WAY too much money and always quit after half a lap around the living room. Then I got a revelation; pay woman that really needed the money and were used to earning minimum wage. Convenience stores were my best bet and it worked. I can get a willing girl for about 30 minutes and only pay her $50-75 per session! Currently, I have a reliable ponygirl named Betty that is willing to put up with me and work well. She's a big girl, like a farm-girl type big, about 25 years old, not very pretty, but a good, stable mount. I've tried a couple of fat girls but they tire very easily. I think I'm literally onto something good here. It's been fun and now it's time to take it to the next level.

The next level is I'm now on my way to my very first ponygirl show! After going around the internet, I finally found something here in Central Florida. Not an easy task with this state being the most backwards, stupid state in the Union. If you don't believe me, look at what we've done in our last two presidential elections! Have you ever driven down here? Anyhow, I'm currently cruising down the highway to the meeting point. We're all supposed to meet in a Lowe's parking lot at 8AM where we'll all go to the ranch. I can't wait, it sounds like so much fun. I got a good amount of information but we're supposed to be briefed more today.

Each rider is supposed to bring two ponygirls along with him. This is to help spell each other, especially during the Polo Match. The Polo Match is what I'm really looking forward to, it sounds like a complete blast. From what I understand, it's played in an indoor riding ring. There'll be four teams of five riders and ponies. The game is divided into two ten minute "chukkars" with one ponygirl for each chukkar. The winners of the first two games advance to the championship game with the winners of those getting blue ribbons. We'll be riding the girls on all fours. The mallets consist of plastic croquet mallets and plastic balls. This is probably the safest way to go about it.

Unfortunately, this is where my problem lies. I had difficulties getting another girl so I ended up having Betty ask one of her co-workers to come. Her name is Brianna and she's never done this before. She's also pretty skinny and I don't even know if she can handle my weight. I can't believe I have to pay both of them $200 each for the day but I guess it'll be worth it. With the fees I have to pay for the show, it'll end up costing me an entire week's pay. Oh well, you only live once. Man, I sure hope Brianna can do something, at least. It would suck to have to pay her the same rate as Betty and not have her earn the money. I've only signed Brianna up for three events. We newbie's can only enter one girl in each event until we've proven ourselves. They don't want any ponygirls getting hurt or exhausted, I guess. There will be four newbies with their ponies today and I am lucky enough to be one of them. Other full-timers can enter as many ponygirls as they want in an event if it's only one rider in the ring at a time. There are events for cart-pulling, non-mounted events, mounted on all fours, and mounted on the ponygirls standing upright and moving on two legs.

Here's the Lowe's parking lot and there's the bus they said would be there to meet us. Holy Cow! It's not at all like I expected. This is like a rock star tour bus. Sting or Kid Rock could be riding around in this thing. I think I'm gonna like this.

I pull up and park and we all get out. There's a few others milling around the parking lot. Hold on, someone's coming out of the bus now. Two men walk up to us and introduce themselves. One is a shorter man, about 150 lbs, probably 35 years old and he has a big smile as he introduces himself as Jeff. Is this guy possibly THE Sir Jeff? I'll have to ask him later on after I've gotten to know him a little bit. The other guy is a lot bigger, about 230, over six feet tall, and he's about 50 years old. He appears to be a rancher and his name is "Big Dan." This guy had better have some strong girls to cart around his lard-ass. He forces out an attempt at a smile as he shakes our hands but appears to be a little awkward around us. I'm guessing "Big Dan" isn't really a people person; but it's OK as far as I'm concerned. He winces a little when he sees how scrawny Brianna is. I do feel a little uneasy about him. But I sure as hell don't feel uneasy about the next person that comes out of that bus. Perhaps the sexiest, most beautiful woman I've ever seen comes strutting out and gives me a big smile. "Hi there, my name's Shelley. I'll be your cook and event coordinator today. I hope ya'll are ready to have some fun. Today's going to be very special," she says in a cute as hell Southern drawl. I'm thinking anything with you involved has got to be special. She's probably 25, with thick brunette hair put back through the little hole in the back of a ball cap. Shelley reminds me of Daisy Duke from the old Dukes of Hazard TV show. She's got shorts on with tremendously powerful legs, an apron, and a small tank top on. Her perfect naturals are there for everyone to see with those perky nipples trying so hard to peek out from beneath her top. I hope they will before the morning is done. What a body, she looks like the after ad for Bally's gym. I'd hate to arm-wrestle her because I'd lose for sure. The two girls that are with me harrumph their disapproval. I mention to her how much I love her accent and ask where she's from. She coos out "I'm from Ten er see." I remark that it's a beautiful state and resist saying the stupid line, "You're the only ten I see."

"Is everybody here?" Dan asks. Jeff tells him one more group is a little late. We then look out towards the road and in comes a sweet red Bentley convertible pulling up. The guy driving looks like he just stepped off the GQ magazine cover. He has two gorgeous women with him that are both fawning over him. My guess is that they would do anything just to be around this rich-boy. He steps out and introduces himself as Aaron and the two girls are Brittney and Trista. I'm not surprised at hearing those names. They sure fit their owners.

It's time to go ahead and get in the bus to leave for the ranch. Pretty boy then immediately says he'll follow in his convertible. This does not sit well with our hosts. Jeff explains to him that breakfast will be served on the bus and they have to go over the rules and procedures with everyone. Aaron states "No way do I leave my car in this parking lot. If that's what's involved, we're outta here." Dan steps in and tells him that his brother is the Sheriff in the county here. He'll have him send his deputies to check on the car periodically to make sure it's OK. Aaron still says "Not a chance, that car is worth over 300 grand, forget it, and let's go girls." He starts to get into his car when Shelley sidles over to him and puts her arm around him. "Now Aaron, you're not going to miss out on my world-famous three egg omelet with all the fixings are you? Besides, I'm a part-time ponygirl myself. I tell you what, I'll let you ride me some bareback, I mean completely BARE back, you understand how much fun that will be, don't you?" She looks up into his eyes and then down to her breasts. Aaron looks down at them as well. "Um, Dan, your brother will check up on my car, won't he?" Dan assures him that his car is safe. "OK girls, let's get on the bus. I'll be right there after I put the top up and lock the car." The girls both exchange dirty looks at Shelley and onto the bus they go. Shelley isn't making too many friends with the ponygirls but us guys sure like her. I immediately pipe up, "Shelley, can I ride you too?" She laughs, "of course you can. I like you, you're cute. I'll give you an extra long ride," as she winks her approval of me. Yes sir, I think I'm gonna like this place.

We all go into the bus and it's fantastic. This thing is a rolling home on wheels. Hell, it's nicer in here than the inside of my condo. We've got a big living room with plush couches to sit on. Shelley immediately goes into the open kitchen. "I'm taking orders for breakfast, so come on up. There's coffee and juices on the table with fruit, cereal and milk, anybody for omelets and French toast?" I waste no time in placing my order and encourage my two girls to do the same. Breakfast is delicious and I feel really good. Two other men are inside the bus and introduce themselves as Jim and Bob. They seem decent enough fellows.

After we finish eating, Jeff starts going over the rules of the ranch and telling us how everything is going to work during the day. It all sounds pretty well-planned and orderly. Safety seems to be an issue and he mentions that one of the riders today is a doctor. If worse came to worse, they could actually fly someone out because there's a plane on the property. That seems to calm a few fears from some of the participants. Jeff does mention that he needs to run a copy of everyone's driver's licenses and have us all sign waivers releasing the ranch of any responsibility in case someone might get hurt. There is a little resistance, but we all knew this coming in and it makes sense to me. After all, one of the girls could turn an ankle or worse and I can see where they wouldn't want to get sued. All of us end up signing a basic waiver and surrender our licenses to have them copied. We get them back and copies of the waiver, of course.

After Jeff explains everything, he mentions that it's time for the four of them to pick the members of each Polo team. The four of them are captains and they'll draw cards to determine the order they'll pick their teams. It's kind of like Fantasy Football. They flip-flop each round, we newbies are chosen first and then they pick from the other contestants that're already at the ranch. I'm sitting close to Jeff and Dan. I hear Jeff lean over and whisper to Dan "standard." Dan replies "double this time. We're gonna kick your ass." "You're on," whispers Jeff. All four men then pick a playing card after the four cards have been shuffled. Jeff gets the Ace for first pick and sure as shit, Dan gets the number four card. "Fuck" he says out loud. Of course, Jeff picks Aaron and his two fillies first because the other two people there don't really have too much in the way of mounts to offer. Obviously, with Brianna in the equation, we're picked last by Dan. Hopefully, since he then has the first pick of the experienced teams already at the ranch, he can put together a decent squad. The four men then finish picking their Polo teams and Dan feels a little bit better with the choices he has made.

The bus doesn't have any windows and I start to feel that we've turned onto a dirt road. I glance at my watch and realize that we've been on the road for an hour already. Time flies when you're staring at Shelley's beautiful smile and gorgeous tits. We travel another 15 minutes on the dirt road, turn into somewhere, and finally the bus comes to a stop.

Everybody gets out and looks around to take the place in. It's essentially a good-sized barn out in a cow pasture with nothing that resembles civilization anywhere in sight. The barn consists of an indoor riding ring, some stalls attached to it, a locker room, and that's about it. There's a good-sized RV parked behind it. Picnic tables are out and around the pasture near the barn. I smell cooked pork and see that a Bar B Que pit has a pig being slowly turned on a spit. There's not a main house in sight and I ask Jeff about that. He says it's hidden from view by the stand of pine trees and right up around the corner. I notice some power lines leading up in that direction from the main dirt road so I don't think much of it. Anyhow, let's get ready to play!

There's quite a few vehicles parked all around with most of them being expensive. I think there's a little bit of money out here. We walk up to the stable and wait for our instructions. Looking around, I see dozens of ponygirls in various costumes with many of them being quite lovely. The ponygirls are all nude in one stage or another. All of them are in great shape with most of them looking like they work out regularly. They're all tied to whatever are available, hitching posts, cars, trucks, and tents. Some of them are being groomed by their masters or being lunged by them. It's really quite a sight to see all of this. I can't say that all of them look thrilled to be here. They all seem to stare rather vacantly out into the distance. They're obviously already into character because I don't hear any women talking, only whinnies and grunts.

Jeff and Dan walk over to all of us. Jeff tells us to go ahead into the locker rooms and change. After we've changed, the ponygirls are all to be in character. No talking, just whinnies, completely or at least partially nude, and with their harnesses and other accessories on. It's time to get ready to start the show.

Brianna protests while in the locker room and I quickly remind her that she was told about this, shut up bitch, and if you want your money you'll have to do what you agreed to. Otherwise, your day out here will be long, lonely and completely free. She reluctantly says she understands and starts to strip. I can't help sneaking some peaks at Aaron's two fine Palomino's. That's certainly some righteous womanhood that rich-boy has got there. We're all changed now and out we all come.

Shelley is the MC with the microphone and lets us know the first event is about to take place. It's the Pretty Ponygirl competition for all four-legged riding. I entered Brianna in this because it's only walking before the judges on all fours, standing for a pose and then walking off. I figure this is a decent opportunity for her to start. We walk to the entrance to the ring and I ask her to get on her hands and knees. I slowly descend onto her wondering how she will handle my weight. Just about how I expected, she almost lays down on the ground when I sit on her. Hell, woman, I'm only 175 lbs, it shouldn't be that difficult. She regains her composure when I mention the $200 she'll earn and moves slowly into the ring. The poor girl is grunting and struggling all the way in. I have her quickly pose for the judges and move her out of there. Needless to say, we don't win and are given a ribbon for an "honorable mention." That means we didn't show because everyone that doesn't finish first, second, or third gets the same ribbon. Oh well, at least it's a start.

Brianna is just as pitiful on the cart-pulling event and could barely get the damn thing to move. Competition number two is in the books and things don't look good for the scrawny bitch. I feared just as much. Dan gives us some really pissed-off looks when I catch his glares. C'mon dude, it's supposed to be for fun and this is our first time here.

Betty is my saving grace. She handles my weight very well, is trained, has lots of enthusiasm, and performs quite well for her first time out. She actually got us a show ribbon at the dressage contest for two leg riding. We were leading in one of the heat cart races but went wide on a turn and got boxed out. I think we had a good chance to actually win that one.

The morning flew by and it was announced by the lovely Shelley that lunch was being served. She told everyone to gather round the picnic tables. Our mounts are allowed to eat with us at the tables as equals without harnesses or bridles. I just enjoy the fresh pulled pork sandwiches, bread, baked beans, and some ice cold beer. I really love our hostess with the mostess, Shelley, making sure everybody is enjoying themselves.

After lunch, the ponygirls are all told they need to get back into character for the next group of events. Even if you aren't competing in that particular event, they still have to be ponygirls. That's OK with me; I'd rather not listen to Brianna talk anyhow.

We're watching some of the events that I'm not entered into when all of a sudden; I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to the loveliest sight I've ever encountered in my entire life. It's Shelley, in complete ponygirl gear, totally naked, and motioning for me to get my ride. I'm in absolute awe here just looking at how lovely those naturals are with perfect nipples and the prettiest semi-shaved pussy I've ever seen. She's got a bridle on; the bit is in her mouth with the reins behind her neck and pony-tailed hair. The only "clothing" she's wearing is a small type of harness attached just below her waist on the hips, and tennis shoes on her feet. She has a short tail attached to a butt-plug that shows off her perfect ass. There's a stirrup hanging off the harness from each hip just waiting for my feet to go into them. The girls both look up at me like you're not really going to ride her, are you? You better believe I am, and right this very instant!

I get around behind her and she kneels down slightly to allow me to mount. I'm wearing regular English riding pants so they're pretty tight on me. This allows me to have as much contact with my horse as possible. I lower myself onto her waist and put my feet in the stirrups. Everything feels great as far as adjustments are concerned. The stirrups are the perfect length with my feet just above her knees on the sides of her legs. My butt seems to melt into her waist with her hips and perfect ass supporting me beautifully. She doesn't even have to reach back to hold my legs to help steady me. I simply lean forward a little into her back and the balance is perfect. Her skin is soft and supple with her lovely pony-tailed hair smelling so sweet right beneath my nose. Everything about Shelley screams out woman, but now she's a cross between a woman and a horse. It's now time to ride and I put the reins into my left hand and carry my whip with my right.

"Get up, ponygirl" I say, and give her a slight kick on her legs with my heels. She instantly responds and starts moving at a walk. I let her walk for a minute and decide I need more from my mount. I'm determined that I will make the most of this ride of a lifetime and not just be a wuss that sits on her. "C'mon, girl, get up!" I tell her, and make some clicking and kissing sounds while giving a small swat with my crop. Shelley goes into a slow canter (jog) and feels great beneath me. I keep her at this pace and make her perform some turns. She resists the bit some on these turns but still gets through them OK. You can tell she's a well-trained pony that is willing to give all to her master after she shows her spirit. I swat her again lightly to keep her going and she gives me a good whinny for my efforts. The sweet Southern drawl that comes through on her whinny is so sexy for me. I make her stop and tell her what a good pony she is.

It's now time to take it up a notch with her. I click her again to a jog and then head straight towards a now-empty picnic table. She stops right before it because she's a little confused here. I turn her around to give her another run at it. "Take the table, ponygirl, you can do it," I tell her. She gets a little nudge with my crop just before the table and then steps on the seat and then up on top of the table. I immediately pull on the reins to stop her and don't let her move until I tell her. I then make her walk in place while I sit on her as the king of the world. After I've had my fill of that, I coax her down to the ground. She handles that maneuver with flawless grace.

We canter around the yard a little bit and I see some tree logs on the ground. I immediately turn my pony towards them. It's only about 18 inches high and will be perfect for her. I then ask her to jump them. "C'mon girl, get over these logs, sweetheart." My pony then receives a little swat on her rear and some kicks with my heels. "Get up, ponygirl, you can do it." Shelley whinnies out her reluctance but with a mighty jump, she clears the logs easily. I think even she was a little surprised by this and whinnies this revelation out loud to me. I turn her around with a good pull on the reins and head towards the logs again. With a couple of clicks and one little smack on her butt it's up and over again. Another pull on the reins for my little pony and I move her toward the logs one more time. She resists the turn some as her mouth opens up from her bit. I'm turning her to the right so I give her a little kick with my heel on her right leg to help turn her. Shelley then completes the maneuver for me and heads back towards the logs. My mount sails over them easily as she whinnies her pleasure to me. I now know my ponygirl is in tune with my wishes.

It's been about five minutes and she is just starting to breathe a little harder from her work. I'm not even close to being finished with this lovely. It's time to see what this fine filly is capable of. I give her some verbal kisses and smack her lightly with the crop. She speeds up into a decent canter but I want more. I also want to explore the property a little bit because no one is really paying attention to us right now.

"C'mon ponygirl, get up now! Show your master what you've got. Go girl, go!" I speak in a firmer voice. Three more little cracks with my whip follow and Shelley is now running as fast as she can. It feels great! She can move quick enough to actually put wind into her hair. Her pony-tail is being blown back just under my face and I love it. My lovely pony whinnies several times for me and I feel as if I'm in heaven. I continue to ask for more from my ponygirl as we start to get close to the main road that leads into the property. Shelley then starts turning to the right to go back to the stable as she approaches the road. I pull her reins to the left to have her continue straight and she starts to fight me. "Turn left, girl." She continues to turn to the right to go back. I'm not putting up with this shit so I stop her. She then continues to try to turn around. I forcefully pull the reins to the left, kick her a little harder with my left heel, and finally get her to turn back in the direction of the main road. Then I click her on and give her a little swat to move forward. She doesn't budge and I repeat the process. Still nothing and I'm now pissed. "MOVE, ponygirl," I bellow and then smack the whip hard on her sweet ass. She screams out in pain and instinctively moves forward for about 50 feet and then stops. I'm really mad and CRACK! goes the whip again on her fine ass, "GET UP NOW, PONYGIRL! Your master demands this!" I yell out. She cries out in pain as she goes into a fast run. This time she reaches the main road before she stops again. I now see what Shelley was trying to hide from me. The power lines on the road lead up to a tiny building, a water pumping station for the cows. There is no main house on this land; it's only a cow pasture with a barn built on it. You can bet I'm pretty suspicious about this whole operation right now.

I can tell Shelley is a little upset so I calm her down while she's standing. (Of course I don't dismount, do you think I'm stupid? I've still got a sexy ponygirl to ride!) "Good girl, such a sweet pony. Best pony in the world. Don't worry my love, this is our secret. I promise I won't tell anyone about this," I tell her gently. She gets plenty of stroking by my hands on her face and against her head of beautiful hair. After a few minutes, she seems OK and it's time to resume my glorious ride.

We're a good 200 yards away from the stable and it's now time to go back. I click her into a canter, she whinnies her approval and we're off. Her canter rhythm, the dominance over this girl, the sweet smell of her hair, and her beauty just absolutely turn me on. I'm now getting horny as hell as I control this lovely woman. My dick is about to crawl out of my pants and Shelley feels it. She purrs out some sweet whinnies for me. I can't help myself anymore and put my crop in my left hand as I'm holding the reins. With the right hand I reach down and start massaging her swollen clit as she continues her canter a little more slowly now. My mount starts to alternate between whinnies and soft moans. I then slide my finger into her tight, wet pussy and start fingering her as she's still moving. She really seems to like it and I can hear her start to breathe a lot harder. I figure I've got nothing to lose and everything to gain so I turn her away from a direct course to the stable. I'm heading out of sight behind the big bus for some personal pony action.

We arrive behind the bus and it doesn't look like anyone is around. I stop my prize filly and ask her to get on all fours while I'm still mounted on top of her. She hesitates and I push down on her shoulders with my hands. "All fours, ponygirl. Obey your master." My sexy steed does as she's told and assumes the position. I quickly dismount my lovely and pull out my now-throbbing cock. As I get behind her and start to slide it in, she attempts to pull away. "I don't think so young filly, you belong to me now." I pull her head up with the reins I'm still holding in my left hand and use the right arm to hold her waist. This pony is about to be really mounted, only doggie style this time. I slip it into her beautiful womanhood and revel as her vagina just seems to engulf my rock hard dick.

I've got my beloved ponygirl exactly where I want her as I start stroking her soaking wet pussy. After the slight hesitation, Shelley starts really getting into it. She whinnies and moans as she thrusts her sweet ass up against my groin in perfect unison.

I think about using the condom I have in my shirt pocket but realize that at this time, this woman could have my baby as far as I am concerned. I've never wanted sex with anyone more in my entire life right now. We continue stroking for a few more minutes until it's too much for me. I then explode into her aching pussy as I spurt and spurt forever it seems. I can see my semen dripping out of her cunt but I'm not quite done yet. After my orgasm I still have a good hard-on left. Not wanting to waste any of it by pulling out, I put my feet into her stirrups, move her tail to the side, and then lean over her back to help balance ourselves. Then I put my mount into action with a little swat from the crop to start moving on all fours. The feeling of her moving with my hard cock still inside is the greatest feeling I've ever experienced in my life. You could feel as she moved from side to side through her pussy. This was pure euphoria until my hard-on finally diminished and alas, the sex was officially over. I figured by now we needed to get back anyhow before we were missed.

I then whisper to my filly that I will need to see her on a regular basis. "Put your number in my cell phone, dear. We have things that we are going to do together now. I'll need you to be available for me when I ask." I notice that I have NO bars at all for the phone. No cell towers out here, I guess. She immediately punches in her number and whinnies softly for me. I receive such a rush as she closes my phone and hands it to me. I GET TO SEE HER AGAIN! YIPPEE!, I think to myself.

I zip up and have her stand back up. I then unfasten her bridle and take out her bit to kiss her. After some serious tongue action, it's time to go. Of course, she's a smoking kisser. I put the bridle and bit back on her and move around behind her. She then kneels to have me mount her again. As I happily click my steed into action, Dan comes around the corner mounted on one of his big ponygirls. "What're you two doing back here?" he asks gruffly. I reply that I had to take a piss and this was the most private place to do it at the time. "OK then, get back to the stable. It's almost time to for us start the Polo Match. I hope that skinny mount of yours can handle this, we need you to play well for us."

Shelley then receives a little smack on her ass to let her know it is time for her to work some more. We have about 100 yards to cover in order to get to the stable. "Get up, ponygirl! Carry us back home." I click and kiss her on into a good run as we head back. She gets some quick, light cracks from my whip of course, but nothing as hard as when she refused me earlier at the road. "C'mon girl, let's go! Show me what you've got! That's my sweetheart. You can do it. Good girl. Run, sugar, run! Please your master. Get UP, ponygirl! Hee YAH filly," I order.

Dan can't quite keep up which was just how I want it. I wonder if he can see the semen dripping down Shelley's legs as she carries us back to the stable. I'd better clean that off discreetly when I get the chance. We beat the hell out of him so I figure I should enjoy my steed just a little bit more. I crack my whip crisply on her butt and turn her for another lap around the stable yard. She yelps initially, but then gives me a big, long, loud whinny to let me know how much she appreciates the firm control she's getting from her new master. Her lovely titties bounce right along as she starts breathing harder now. I click her into a really fast run as I enjoy my last few minutes on my lovely mount. She goes into a dead run just wanting to show me how much more she has left. I can't believe this girl can go so fast while carrying me around. She gives me a few more whinnies for me to cherish as I crack my crop against her sweet ass once more. "Get up, ponygirl! Last lap for you, c'mon girl, you can do it! Show me what you have left." I give verbal kisses and click for her to perform for me. She does not disappoint as she whinnies for me several times and runs even faster. What a woman I'm enjoying here!

She arrives back at the stable blowing hard, sweating, and whinnying her pleasure at our spirited ride. She gets a nice pull on her reins, "Whoa, ponygirl, whoa," I tell her as she comes to a quick stop. Even though she's stopped here and it looks as if I'm about to get off, she stays in character because she's still on the bit. I love looking at her lovely breasts heave up and down with each heavy breath she takes. Because of her superb physical condition, I'm sure she could give me more if asked. She is not going to be asked, she's going to be told. "Get UP, ponygirl, I say. One more lap for you, my dear. Your master demands this!" A good little crack with the crop and some kicks follow. My sexy pony whinnies out loudly for all of us to hear as she takes off again. I think this ponygirl knows there's a new master to be pleased. She goes again into a fast run for me to cherish.

"Get UP, move on, steed! Show me what you've got left, my horse. Hee YAH, girl. C'mon ponygirl, run sweetheart! Get up, now!" I demand from her. She receives repeated quick, light cracks from my whip and some kicks to show her who the boss really is. Shelley then whinnies super loud for a good thirty seconds as my heart races in excitement. I'm drunk with after-orgasmic glow, power, longing and arousal. My pony does not disappoint and shows her spirit to me between hot, quick breaths. She then fights me some on the turns because she isn't really ready to stop pleasing her new master. She wants more from me and we both know it. "Get up, now! C'mon ponygirl, run hard, my little filly," I urge and swat her lightly again and again with my whip. "Hee yah, girl! Move on, I say! Get up, sugar!" Crack, crack, CRACK! goes my crop! She picks up the pace even more as she whinnies her desire to please me. Shelley now knows that there's a new horseman in town and it's me! After the lap ends I then come towards the barn, "whoa, ponygirl," I demand, as she gets a pull on her reins. My pony stops and lets out a long, loud whinny to show everyone her appreciation for her new rider.

She doesn't want it to end and neither do I, but I reluctantly dismount my beauty, ask for a towel and start wiping her down. I especially start down underneath her dripping pussy. I then lean down and kiss the two big welts my crop put on her luscious ass when she refused me. "Sorry, sweetheart. You know you must obey your new master." My lovely little horse then whinnies softly her understanding. I think to myself, sorry Aaron, I don't think my mount is in any condition to give you that ride you were promised. Better luck next time, dipshit!

This ponygirl now belongs exclusively to me and me alone. Shelley's chest is heaving up and down as she breathes quickly and heavily after her spirited workout with her new master. The sweat is pouring off her hot body and glistens in the afternoon sun. I then whisper to Shelley that it's time for her to change into her regular clothes to watch the Polo Match. She doesn't need to give anyone else any rides today. I get a good whinny from her and a twinkle in her eye that let's me know she agrees with me. She immediately heads over to the bus to shower and change into a human woman again. Dan gives me the evil glare over our show but fuck him, he's just jealous because Shelley couldn't even begin to carry his fat ass.

The girls both look at me with utter disgust. Brianna starts to bitch at me but realizes that's difficult with a bit in her mouth. Betty just shakes her head and looks away. Hey, I don't have any other relations with either of you that don't involve money and being a pony for me. Don't get jealous now. I need to get the most work of the day out of both of you now. It's time to get out there and earn your cash. It's time for you both to be spirited ponygirls and win this Polo Match!

We're in the first match and are all wearing red shirts to identify which team we are. Dan talks to us about strategy for the team and lets all of us know our responsibilities. We've drawn Jeff's team, so it looks like I'll probably have Aaron and his lovely fillies to guard. There will be five riders for each team. One rider will be the goalie and the rest of us are divided into essentially offense and defense, two forward and two towards the rear. The rear riders are allowed to move forward to attempt to score, but it's a risky play because it leaves the team vulnerable. I start out on Betty to help make a good impression and get a good start for the match. Dan puts us in the rear position because we're new to the game.

The ref is not mounted and drops the ball into the middle to start play. We're off and running as my very first Polo match is now underway. It doesn't take long to start getting some action. A rider from the blue team takes control of the ball and starts heading in our direction. I click Betty into action, "C'mon girl! Get up now!" I tell her. She then gets reined to the right as I give her some light kicks to move her on. Betty does not disappoint me as she covers some ground to intercept the opposing rider. We come up to block and I get the opportunity to steal the ball. My opponent has the ball too far out in front of him and I take the ball away. He overruns the play and I have the ball in my control. "Get up, honey! Go ponygirl," is Betty's command, and she receives a good couple of kicks on the side to move her. We're now going forward past the mid-field stripe towards the other goal. I'm loving this but realize that I'm not supposed to go all the way to score. Dan is open and I hit the ball right up in front of him. "Whoa, ponygirl, whoa!" and Betty gets a good rein pull. I should get back into defensive position but I want to know if Dan scores. He heads towards their goal, fakes to the left and shoots toward the right. The ball scoots just inside the cone and we're up one to nothing. "Nice assist, new guy. That's a good steed you have there," Dan shouts out to me and smiles. Holy Cow! He can actually smile; I didn't think it was possible. Our team is now required to drop back past the mid-field line to enable the other team to inbound the ball fairly. We can't move forward or go for the ball until the other team has advanced the ball past mid-field. I turn Betty around and get ready to play for the next point.

The Blue team goalie inbounds the ball to Aaron. He's playing one of the forward positions and starts to move towards our side. I think they believe that I'm the weak link so they immediately start to exploit this. Just as they approach us, Aaron passes the ball cleanly to his teammate and he makes the shot. Our goalie blocks the attempt and it's time to move the ball back downfield. When a goal hasn't been scored, the opposing team doesn't have to move back beyond the mid-field line. I'm open for the inbound pass and he puts it right in front of us about ten feet away. "Get up, Betty!" I shout, and then give her three decent swats with my crop to move her. The trick with using the crop is to hold your mallet and reins with one hand, use the whip quickly, and then exchange the whip for the mallet to strike the ball. You also can't hit your mount too hard. Just a little sting from the whip is what you're after. It'd be bad to leave welts and I'm told excessive whipping or kicking will result in a free penalty shot for your opponent. Betty moves quickly and we've got the ball.

Aaron is coming hard on his lovely filly so I pass off cleanly to one of our teammates. Even though I'm supposed to go back on defense, I've got open field in front of us as they collapse on my teammate that has the ball. I move Betty on to try to get an advantage. She gets a couple of good cracks from my crop and she moves even faster as she whinnies her pain out to me. My new buddy sees us and hits it about 20 feet in front of us. "Go girl, get the ball!" and Betty receives another good swat to move her. Aaron's mount is also zeroing in on the ball and they're right beside us. I whisper to Betty, "there's an extra $20 in it for you if you get me to that ball cleanly! You're not going to let pretty-boy and his little gold-digger beat us, are you?" Betty then whinnies her understanding and starts moving faster. We're right beside them when all of a sudden Betty turns into Aaron's mount and butts her side with her shoulder. It's Trista, and she falls over and gives Aaron a tumble big-time.

The ball is right there for me. I nudge it forward about ten more feet to get a shot angle and swing my mallet. Crack! and the ball goes right underneath their goalie! Score one for the good guys. I then think of that dickhead that calls the soccer games, "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAL!" It's time to celebrate and I rein my steed to a halt, "C'mon Betty, like we've practiced," I shout out. She gets a couple of knee nudges and some clicks and up she comes.

My ponygirl rears up for me while whinnying for everything she's worth. I hold my mallet triumphantly in the air as I celebrate. The girl feels great underneath me as she paws her front arms frantically in front of her like a real rearing horse does with its hooves. She continues whinnying to let everyone know there's a new filly in town that's here to compete! I hold her up for a few seconds enjoying my accomplishment when suddenly I hear a whistle and the words, "FOUL, Red team. Blue team, free shot!" from the ref. Dan yells at me, "you've got to CONTROL that horse, buddy! That shit won't fly here. You could've scored without the foul. You should've been back playing defense anyhow." I then tell Betty "down girl, we screwed up." She knows it too and slowly we move on to our proper defensive position.

Fortunately Aaron and Trista are OK and he's able to get back on the hot little thing for his penalty shot. Man, those titties on his steed are beautiful! How sweet would it be to be having a threesome with his two ponies? Trista looks over at us and sticks her tongue out from underneath her bit for Betty to see. I'd like to do some things with that tongue, I think to myself. Betty, of course, returns the salute right back to her. I don't think these two will be exchanging cell phone numbers anytime soon, that's for sure. Aaron and Trista are only twenty feet from our goal for their shot with no defense allowed except for the goalie. He easily puts it in and the score is now tied at one apiece. They move back beyond the mid-field stripe and we're playing again.

The ball is inbounded to the other side of us and we advance it to get in position to score. I heed my warning and stay back in defense just watching how the other players maneuver their steeds and play the game. There's quite a bit of strategy involved and constant commands to the pony. You have to continuously rein your ponygirl in order to always be facing the play or get in position to get the ball. A good, steady, and obedient mount is a must to play well. I wonder how Brianna will be able to handle her workload next chukkar. We advance and score on a good play that Dan assists on. Our team is now up two to one as the Blue team inbounds the ball.

Our opponents move the ball upfield when a player attempts a pass to Aaron on my side. It's too long and goes right towards us. "Get up, girl!" I tell Betty with a crack of the crop and we're off. I get to the ball and tap it underneath and to the front left of Betty as she's moving forward. A quick shift to the other hands with reins and the mallet and we've passed Aaron and are moving up the field with the ball. Pretty slick move I think to myself when I hear a familiar voice, "Nice move, baby! Get up there and score!" It's Shelley, giving me encouragement from the stands. I notice that she's changed into her shorts and tank top again. "C'mon Betty, go girl!" and I give her a couple of kicks. She responds well and moves quickly towards the goal.

One of my teammates uses his steed to block out their defender. I've got the mallet in my left hand and know I can't shoot with that hand because I'm right-handed. Then I move the ball up front and to the right, switch mallet hands, and shoot it for all I'm worth. Goal, just inside the cones, we've done it! I rein Betty to a stop and then give her command, "up girl, up," with a couple of knee twitches and she whinnies for me as she goes into her rear.

Again I raise my mallet in triumph while my ponygirl kicks and paws her front arms for all she's worth. Atta girl, Betty, way to show some enthusiasm! She rears and whinnies for a good ten seconds until I tell her "down girl." It's now time to get back on defense. This day is only getting better and better for me. Her waist and butt are soft and inviting as I listen to the breaths start getting faster and hotter. Even though Betty is a big girl, she still has sex appeal. Hmmm, I wonder? Just then, I notice I've got an opponent starting to pass us with the ball. We enjoyed our goal and celebrated a little too long. I didn't get back on defense quick enough and now the Blue team is trying to exploit this golden opportunity. "Hee yah girl! Move on now!" and I crack Betty with the whip three times. She whinnies and burst forward to even us with the opponent. I take the mallet and hit the ball to the side. This enables me to rein my steed to the right in order to block and we steal the ball away.

Just then, I hear a whistle and the words "first chukkar over, five minute break, and then mount your second ponies!" Those ten minutes went quick. I definitely want to win now just to ride and play some more. Oh no, I think. Here comes Brianna. How is this pitiful girl going to handle a game being played at this speed?

It's time to move Betty out of the arena but I need one more thing out of her before I leave. I then give her some knee twitches to bring her up into her rear. She whinnies and comes up for fifteen seconds for me to savor before I lead her away. Even though she's tired, she still pleases her rider. I love that in a ponygirl. There's no substitute for spirit. We leave the ring as winners. Again, I don't want to dismount my steed but it's time to get ready for round number two.

We get a short break to ready our new mounts and take care of the first ponygirls. I take Betty's saddle off her and thank her for the great work she gave me. Now it's time to get Brianna ready for competition.

I can see Brianna is scared because she's witnessed how fast-paced the first chukkar was. I just tell her to do the best she can and that she is capable of doing this. After putting the saddle on her I suddenly hear "Rider's up! Get in position to start the next chukkar. Red team three, Blue team one." It's time to see what this girl is made of, so I lead her out into the ring before getting on top of her. After slowly descending upon my mount I get the feeling that this is gonna be a long ten minutes for us. She can barely hold my weight much less move with me aboard. After being on top of Betty, this is like sitting on a fence rail. I think all we're going to be able to do is just stand in place and hope. The Blue team members are already buzzing about going right after us. This sucks; I want one of my good ponygirls!

Dan tells us to just try to stay near the goal to help defend. "We'll do our best," I shout back. The ball is dropped into play and sure enough, the Blue team takes control and heads straight towards me. I see my opponent is heading slightly to my right so I rein Brianna to the right and give her a kick to move. She barely moves at all and the guy goes right past us. I can't even put out my mallet to try for a steal. This gives the shot that he's looking for and into the goal it goes.

"Sorry Dan, we'll try to do better," I sheepishly mumble. Dan immediately calls time out and comes over to us. "Will she be able to move at all?" he asks. "I'm not sure, it's a little tough on her carrying my weight," I answer. "OK, take over as goalie and just try to stay on the side of the play but don't go too far over. If you move too far either way, they'll just hit it to your open side every time. You can do this; just play smart with the horse that you've got." "All right, we'll do the best we can and thanks for your understanding," I tell him. Hey, maybe this guy isn't so bad, after all. "You'd BETTER give it your best," he shouts out. Oops, maybe my first impression was accurate after all.

Since I'm now the goalie, we hit the ball into play on our side. I feed it to one of my teammates and he starts to advance the ball. Just after he gets past the mid-field line, Aaron steals it from him. Great, of all the people to get the ball, I think. Aaron moves Brittney forward and passes off to Jeff. He then moves the ball past our guy and goes in for the kill. I can hear my heart thumping as Jeff urges his ponygirl on to get a shot on us. I get as ready as I can. He's coming to my right so again I rein Brianna to the right and give her a kick with my left foot. "Move to the side, Brianna!" I yell out. I get practically nothing out of my mount and Jeff fires off a shot just out of reach of my mallet.

Shit, it's now tied up only two minutes into the game. Dan calls time again and comes over to us, "I can see goalie won't work, so just get her out on defense and simply stay in front of the goal about 20 feet out. Can you handle that, you think?" he asks angrily. "OK Dan, we'll try," and I move her out of the goalie box. The poor girl is grunting and already winded. I can see her arms are starting to shake so I slide farther back towards her butt to try to take some of the weight off her arms, it helps a little bit.

Play is resumed as the ball is inbounded to one of my teammates. He starts moving the ball up field just past the mid-field line when the ball is stolen from him. The opponent starts going straight at us and he gets a little too excited. He takes a really long shot on goal that I actually reach out and block without Brianna even moving. We've got the ball sitting right in front of us so I decide to go for it. "Cmon Brianna, move girl," I yell out. I then give her a couple of little smacks on her ass with my crop. She yelps, but actually moves forward towards the ball. Hallelujah, maybe I've found a way to get her going.

I then start tapping the ball forward a few feet at a time to try to get off a good pass. "Go Brianna, you can do it!" I hear Shelley yell out from the stands. Just then, my mount stops dead in her tracks with the ball just out of my reach and an opponent zeroing in on it. Shit, I think, they'll score easily. I've got to at least get to and hit that ball somewhere. "MOVE horse," I scream out and without thinking of the consequences, CRACK goes my whip on her ass. Brianna screams out in pain and the tears just start flowing as she starts crying uncontrollably. She actually stands up with me on top of her before I dismount. "Take me home now!" is what I think she sobs out. I can't understand her exact words between the crying and her talking through the bit, but I can figure it out. She storms out of the ring towards Betty and shows the most get up and go I've seen from her all day. I'm following behind her apologizing for hitting her too hard. I do feel kinda sorry for the girl because it's just too much for her physically.

Then I hear Jeff shout out, "You know the rules Dan, no mount substitutions unless it's an injury. You've got two minutes to get that pony back in the ring or you have to play light one player." Dan replies "shut up, Jeff. I know how to fucking play. I don't need you to remind me of the rules." Dan tells his big mount to stay as he dismounts and the girl makes like a statue. He then walks towards us and he's pissed as hell. "Get back in the ring," he bellows at Brianna. "NO," she squeaks out between her sobs. "Take me home now," she cries. Dan then yells to her, "I'll show you what happens to ponygirls around here that disobey!"

He grabs her arm and then starts practically dragging her towards the big, locked door that leads to what I presume is the stall area of the stable. "Dan, NO, I'll handle this!" It's Shelley standing in front of Dan blocking his path. "Fine, but get her back in the ring. We can't play one short," he tells her in a much lower, calmer voice. Shelley then tells me to get back into the arena and wait. She talks to Brianna for a couple of minutes and lo and behold, Brianna walks back into the ring and assumes her position for me to mount her. I can't believe Shelley was able to calm her down so quickly. The ref awards the ball to the Blue team precisely where it was before all this happened and yells out, "play ball."

My opponent starts to move the ball towards our goal assuming Brianna won't try to block. Imagine both our surprises, when she quickly moves into a defensive position that enables me to steal the ball and hit it up field. Our guy gets it and then passes off to Dan and he scores. We're now up by a point.

After some frustrating back and forth play from both teams, there's about one minute left to go. Brianna is dog tired, but she's been moving and playing much better than I anticipated. The Blue team takes control of the ball and head towards my side. I rein my steed to try for the steal and he passes off to his teammate on the other side. Imagine that! Brianna has actually earned some respect out here. I never would've believed it from the first two minutes. Unfortunately, the guy scores and evens up the score. A few seconds later, the ref blows his whistle and the match is tied up. Instead of an overtime period, there's a shoot-off to determine the winner. Each player from both teams gets one free shot at goal, just like the penalty shot Aaron received earlier in the match. We lose in the shoot-off four to three but I did score a goal on my shot.

All of us are now sitting in the bleachers watching the next game when Dan walks up to us. "That filly of yours needs a little conditioning but at least you tried." "Hey Dan, this is all very new to us, but we had fun. Sorry about you losing your bet," I reply. "Oh, I didn't lose, it was a push. It's whatever the score is after regulation play. It'd be kinda crappy to lose cash money on a stupid shoot-off, so we don't count it towards betting. Anyhow, I'm glad you all were able to come out today." Dan then walks away and we resume watching the match.

Shelley walks over and sits down beside me. "Listen, I've been wanting to talk to you. Would you like to become my new master? I've needed one ever since my old boyfriend left me for another bitch. It'd be great for me, I wouldn't have to live in the bus with my stupid Uncle Dan and I think we'd be good for each other. I liked you ever since I laid eyes on you. What do you think?" Holy Cow, can you believe it? This smoking woman is asking me to become her master and wants to move in with me. I don't hesitate much when I stammer out "that'd be great, I think we'll do very well together. Are you going to move in tonight?" She purrs out her answer, "I'd love to start right now. I've got a new ponygirl outfit I want you to see. We'll do some four-legged riding that's going to get you good and hot for me, baby! You won't regret this decision, I promise."

Just then, both the girls give us that look of "what about us?" Shelley and I both catch it and realize that Brianna and Betty aren't feeling the love. Shelley immediately pipes up "listen girls, both of you have been fantastic. I tell you what; I'll help you both with your training and conditioning. All you have to do is give me a couple of hours three nights per week. You don't have to join a gym or buy any special equipment. We'll work out a schedule for the both of you and it'll be fun. You see this body I'm sporting here?" Both girls nod yes in unison. "Let me show you what I looked like just a couple of years ago." She pulls out a picture of her and even I can't believe it. She looks like a beanpole with a couple of great tits attached. Brianna shouts out "this is you; you're even skinnier than I am!" Shelley laughs, "yes, that's me before I found the way. You'll both look incredible in a very short time if you're willing. I can help you in other areas too. I've got a helluva hair stylist that'll have both of you looking like models. What do you say, we get started tomorrow night?" Brianna answers back, "you, you'd do that for us?" Shelley laughs, "yes, of course I will. I think we're going to be friends," and gives Brianna a big hug. Then she does the same to Betty and both girls are beaming big smiles. I think this is going to work out just fine. Hey, look at me! I've actually got a little stable going on here! Yes sir, today has been a great day.

The ride back on the bus goes much quicker than the morning drive. The girls all chat it up just like they've been friends for years. I think there's some real bonding going on between them. This might work out after all.

We arrive back at the Lowe's parking lot and pile out of the bus. We're all feeling good when I hear Aaron yell out, "my car, what happened to my fucking CAR?" We all look over and his Bentley is trashed. The top has been cut and graffiti has been sprayed all over the red paint. "Dan, you assured me my car would be safe. You said your brother is the sheriff and he'd look after it. You PROMISED me, man!" he yells out in frustration. I think Aaron now realizes not to park a $300 grand automobile in front of a Lowe's, with unlimited paint available inside, at Sticksville, FL under any circumstances. Dan answers, "They drove by it several times and it was fine. This must've just happened. Sorry, dude. I assume you have insurance to cover it." Just then, Dan looks back at me so Aaron can't see him, winks at me, and smiles. "Never did like that pretty-boy," he whispers. "See ya next month; take good care of my niece now!"

THE END, CHAPTER ONE