Tally Ho

by Vino
- do not use without the author's permission.

This weekend is a bitter-sweet weekend for me. It’s the monthly meeting for the Central FL Ponygirl’s Club. Unfortunately, I won’t be having any of my regular ponygirls with me. They have all left to go to Las Vegas for some fun, gambling and debauchery. They got a super deal on accommodations and airfare, so they’re off!

I would’ve liked to have gone with them but I felt that they needed a little time for themselves. I know they’ll have a great time, bond even more, and they needed a break from the daily routine. I was disappointed that all of my girls would miss the monthly ponygirl meet, but I understand. Since they clear up their schedules for the first Sunday of the month anyhow, it only stands to reason that they would go ahead and use the time for their little vacation.

I am in open relationships with all of my ponygirls, so that isn’t a problem. Even Shelley, my love, can’t wait to get to Vegas so she can “mingle” with some guys and girls out there. Who are we kidding? All of my girls are going to get fucked and sucked by other men and women this weekend. My girls are on the prowl. We all know it and it’s cool.

I do have an alternative plan though. I’ve got another e-mail pal from England named Mrs. Cabrera. I just call her MC. She’s a ponygirl that I’ve been corresponding with for about a year or so. She travels all over the world for her career. Since I live in the convention capital of the world, she just happens to have a convention that she’s attending right here in Central FL. Her convention starts the Monday right after the ponygirl meet! This means that she can leave early and spend the weekend with me before she goes to work Monday. The planning could not have been better for us. She’s very excited about coming to Central FL and competing in the Ponygirl meet. I’m very excited about meeting her and riding her! I don’t know anything about Mr. Cabrara but I know he sure as hell won’t be with her.

It’s late Saturday morning and I’m headed to the airport to pick up MC. She’s a few time zones ahead of us so she’s going to gain a little time.

There she is now. “Hi MC, welcome to FL! Hope you’re ready to have some fun.” We both hug each other because it’s our first time actually meeting. She’s a striking woman that has me immediately aroused. I’m especially impressed with her physique. The strong body definitely shows me a quality ponygirl. I imagine she works out quite a bit. Her legs look powerful in her short dress. I’ll bet that she can carry some weight with her hot, muscular body.

As she gets into the car, her skirt moves up her luscious leg. I can see a few bruises along the side of her calf. I’m guessing that these are spur marks. She’s remarked quite a few times that she loves to be spurred hard. MC catches me glancing at her leg and laughs, “yeah, I love to be handled firmly by a good master. You got what it takes, big boy?”

“You know I do, your sexiness,” I reply. “C’mon, let me show you around town, hot lady.”

I toss her luggage into the trunk and drive off. It’s good finally getting to know this woman first-hand. There’s only so much you can learn about someone from behind the keyboard. She’s intelligent, well-read, and funny, with a great personality.

We stop by my place to drop off her things and relax a little. I then take her to lunch at one of my favorite little restaurants. We hit up a couple of places I enjoy and then go to Park Avenue. This is where the rich and famous in town like to congregate. It’s a perfect afternoon with a perfect companion.

After a couple of cocktails, it’s time to take her home to settle in for the evening. After I get her home, I have her sit down to relax. I want to make sure my new lady is feeling welcome, refreshed and cared for.

I start preparing a luscious dinner for her. I’ve already made part of it and the rest is relatively easy to fix. We start out with shrimp cocktail paired with a French Muscadet wine. This is not to be confused with the insipid swill, Moscato; this is a real wine. The shellfish and wine compliment each other perfectly. We then enjoy a crisp Caesar salad together while finishing our white wine.

She loves this while I start cooking our dinner. I then open a Chateau Haut-Carles Bordeaux red wine for us to enjoy as I cook.

The main dinner consists of bone-in Ribeyes, smothered in gravy and mushrooms, steamed asparagus with Hollandaise, Perogi’s and twelve ounce Australian Cold Water Lobster tails. I assure you that the wine and food pairing is absolutely perfect. MC just adores the feast I have bestown upon her. She laps up everything as she smiles for me. The flight over here certainly has stimulated her appetite.

Desert consists of flan topped with whipped crème, cinnamon and a Chateau de Fesles Bonnezeau Chenin Blanc desert wine. It is a match made in heaven.

MC is beside herself after enjoying the feast that I’ve prepared for her. I always say that a well-fed pony is a well-performing pony!

We sit on the couch for a few minutes, cuddling and resting. I lean over to give those luscious lips a good kiss. Her lips are soft and inviting. I want more and so does she. We start to kiss like kids at the high school Prom. It is so enjoyable for me and for her. We could go on forever but I have other plans for my lovely.

“Are you ready to be ridden by your new master, my love,” I ask?

“I can hardly wait to have you command me, baby. You know I’ve wanted this for a year now. Ever since you contacted me, I’ve longed to have you ride me. Please let me show you what a real ponygirl can do,” she responds.

That’s what I’ve been waiting to hear. Both of us go to get our equipment. I get my riding pad with stirrups and she gets her bridle, bit, whip and some wicked spurs.

“Whoa honey, those spurs mean business. There’s a rowel the size of a silver dollar on each of those and they’re sharp! These don’t cut you, baby,” I ask?

“Don’t you worry about those, master. Just put them on and get ready for the ride of your life! I’m going to show you how a real ponygirl performs!”

I do as I’m told and put on the spurs. They feel good against my Achilles’ tendons. I can’t wait to use them on my new-found joy. It’s an instant turn-on for me.

She’s changed into something a little more appropriate, almost nothing. She does have on some padded knee supports and is carrying her sneakers. She looks like my kind of girl right now.

I go ahead and massage her feet to help her relax. This helps get her ready to be ridden. I then stretch out her hamstrings as I prepare her for her tasks. A quick fastening of my saddle pad with the stirrups, pop in her bit, and my baby is now ready to be mounted.

MC assumes the position on all fours as I ease onto her awaiting back. I love the feeling as I sink into her waist and feel her fine ass against mine. The tension in the room is mounting as I say those immortal words, “giddy up ponygirl” and then SMACK goes my crop on her ass.

“NEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIGGGHHHHH,” is my response as MC moves on as ordered from her new master. I love it when my girl whinnies for me, it’s so hot to hear and feel my new mount.

The rhythm of my ponygirl is just about perfect. She has a sexy side to side motion and is quite smooth in her gait. I am sitting heavy in my seat with a good grip on her sides with my knees. I want my lovely to know that I am fully in charge. She continues walking on for me as ordered. We’re coming up to the first turn. I give her a firm rein pull on a strong bit as she moves into the turn. MC handles the turn beautifully as she walks on for me.

It’s time to ask for more from her. I’m dying to try out her spurs so I bump her softly twice on her outer thighs. “Get up girl, move on now,” I say. I don’t really get much of a response from her so I do it again. “C’mon MC, giddy up girl;” her response is to stop completely. Then, she taps the floor three times with her hand. This is the signal for me to dismount because something’s wrong. I quickly dismount thinking my girl is hurting or her tack is fitted improperly.

“Are you OK, honey” I ask? I quickly pull out her bit so she can talk. “Yes, I’m fine master. But, I have to tell you something. I didn’t come all the way over here from England for you to lightly touch my sides with my own spurs. Be a man and make me want to perform for you! I can not only take it, I want it!”

“OK, you don’t have to tell me twice, my love. Prepare to be ridden, ponygirl! You are mine and mine alone. I was taking it easy on you because we’re new together. I didn’t want to be too aggressive or hurt you.

I quickly pop her bit back into her mouth and drop down onto her body. She wants some; she’s going to get some.

“HEE YAH ponygirl,” I cry out. I then plunge her sharp spurs deep into her thighs. “NEEEEEEEIIIIIIGGGHHHHH,” she cries out! Then, she bucks hard for me trying to unseat me. MC almost caught me off guard on that one. I wasn’t quite prepared for it. I hang on and I respond by plunging her spurs into her thighs again and again. Each thrust by me is met with a strong buck and lots of whinnies. I’m on a bucking bronco here and I have no intentions of getting thrown. “Haw, ponygirl. Buck on now. You’ve got a real master on your back. Take this. Feel your spurs girl!” I tag her again which enlists another spirited buck from her. I’ve got my knees digging into her ribs holding on tight. I continue tagging her smartly with her spurs. She’s now getting tired from her bucking and I want her to canter for me now.

CRACK, goes my whip on her ass as I demand my ponygirl to move on for her master. “C’mon pony, get up now! I command you to giddy up.”

MC starts moving on quickly now as she goes into her four-legged gallop. I crack her hard on her ass to show her that I mean business. She does not disappoint as she carries me along gracefully.

“Move on ponygirl, get up now!” I crack her again with my crop as she continues galloping on for her master. I firmly pull on her rein as I make her perform some turns for me. “Haw girl, don’t you slow down on me just because we’re turning. Get up now!”

The flow of this sexy, powerful woman underneath me is intoxicating. I absolutely love it more and more. She has the most power of any ponygirl I’ve ever ridden. I never want it to end but I can hear her breaths starting to get harder and quicker. Still, I am no where close to being finished with my new girl.

“Whoa, pony,” I cry out while pulling back on her reins. She comes to a halt as ordered. “Rear up girl,” I command while popping her underneath her armpit with my crop. “NEEEEEEEIIIIIIIGGGGHHHH,” she cries out while coming up. I make her stay for me as she paws her front hands in the air. I always love when a ponygirl does this for me. The feeling of power is unmistakable. “Down, pony,” I say to her as she drops down to the floor.

I am mounted on her as she awaits her next command. Since she loves her spurs so very much, it’s time for me to use them in a different way. I firmly run the rowels of them up and down her thighs. We talked about this earlier. This is her command to rock back and forth for me. She starts rocking as I continue racking her thighs with the spurs. It’s a turn-on for both of us.

“Now, up and down, my love, just as we discussed,” I tell her. I start popping her ass crisply with my whip while I continue to use the spurs. She starts continuously bouncing her ass and waist up and down for me. It’s so fucking hot! This is the closest a human pony can come to imitating a real horse’s canter. I keep on popping her with my whip and using my spurs. MC has the rhythm down perfectly as she “canters” on for her rider.

I keep on asking for more from my pretty pony. Her breathing is becoming fast and hot as she works hard to please her new master. My butt has melted into her strong waist and back. It’s as if we’re molded together. She feels so fantastic underneath me! I never want it to end. I don’t think she wants it to end either. She’s so hot knowing that she’s pleasing her rider. Even though she flew all the way over here for her convention, I still feel as if she’s over here just to perform for me. Perform she will; I am going to make sure of that.

“C’mon ponygirl. Canter on for me. You can do it. Haw girl!” I then crack her on her ass again. “Giddy up, ponygirl. Move on for your master!”

This forces MC to move forward to carry her master. I can feel the legs start to quiver because she’s tired. Still, I must make her work to the upmost of her ability. CRACK, goes my whip on her ass as I demand more speed from my steed.

MC still has some gas left in her tank as she moves on at a quicker pace. I love it when a ponygirl still responds to me even though she’s tuckered out. It’s a feeling of love, respect and power that cannot be replicated in any other way.

I have her canter around the living room for another couple of laps until my girl has nothing more left. I go ahead and rein her to a halt. “Whoa ponygirl, good pony. You are such a sweetheart. That’s my girl. That’s the way to please your master. Good girl. You know I love you.”

“NEEEEEEIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHH,” cries out my beautiful ponygirl. This is exactly as a good pony should react to her master. I then pop her again underneath her armpit to make her rear again for me. She comes up into the rear with a big grunt. MC is really laboring now but she still has the spirit I love.

“Down, ponygirl.” MC drops to the floor and I can feel her arms shaking as she tries valiantly to continue holding my weight. I know it’s time to dismount my lovely now. I don’t want to hurt her or ruin her for tomorrow.

I reluctantly get off my beauty and thank her. I stroke her beautiful hair that’s put up against her head. “Good pony. You’re so lovely. Thank you so much for a great ride. You know I love you. You’re such a sweetheart. You know you’re my girl now, sweet baby.”

I go ahead and untack my lovely pony as I listen to her hot, quick breaths as she starts to cool down. She’s got some cuts and bruises from the spurs that she loves so much. A quick trip to the bathroom medicine cabinet for some Neosporin will help those heal quickly. I slowly massage the comforting ointment into her smooth skin. It is a labor of love as she looks longingly at me with her big eyes.

“Does that feel better now baby?” I ask. “Oh yes, my love, I wouldn’t have it any other way. The cuts are a small price to pay for the ecstasy I experience when my spurs are used properly, Yes indeed, you used them properly after I got after you,” she answers.

“You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, honey. I was soft on you because we were getting to know each other. I know now that you need a strong, demanding, forceful master. I assure you that’s exactly what you’ll get tomorrow; I know that you’ll handle it well. ”

“You can sleep in Brittney’s bed tonight. It’s very comfortable. Damn shame she’s not there to keep you company, that would suit you well my love. However, since you travel so much, next time you come to Cent FL, they should all be here. That will be loads of fun for you. I’ll bet all my girls will love you and prove it to you. Good night honey. Sleep well; you’ll need your strength tomorrow.”

I thought about trying to get something sexual going on with MC. It’s still very young in our relationship, so I’ll be on good behavior and show her the respect that she deserves. Besides, I would feel as if I’m cheating on my girls with all of them gone. However, I do have open relationships with all my ponygirls. If MC has any attraction for me tomorrow night, who knows?

I’m very excited about tomorrow at the ponygirl meet. The prospect of riding a new girl is always exhilarating. MC gives me a nice goodnight kiss as she prepares for bed. I love looking at that hot body of hers as she walks down the hallway towards Brittney’s room.

Today is another glorious day at the Ponygirl ranch. MC performed well for me this morning in the few events that we signed up for. There weren’t any placing ribbons for us but we had fun. We’re still getting to know each other.

We’re all piled into Dan’s big bus heading to the back forty. I love this piece of land back here. It’s nice to get into the shade of the big oak trees when you’re in the FL heat. It makes a perfect place for afternoon games.

Our game that we’re going to play out here is very simple. This is in homage to the annual British fox hunt. It will be our version of this classic event.

Our members out here have various fetishes that they are involved in. A few of them are into a fetish that we call furs. These are people that put on big costumes, like the ones that many sports team mascots wear. They enjoy it and right now, it really works for us.

There are three members that’ve volunteered to be the “fox.” Two of them actually have fox costumes and one has a wolf costume. So, close enough, as far as we’re concerned.

Basically, the riders and ponygirls are split into three large groups. We’ll be doing two-legged upright riding and all of will be carrying a lasso. The lasso is tied around the ponygirl’s torso.

Each group has their own designated fox that goes into the woods ten minutes before the hunt. We go in after the time is up and try to catch the fox with our lassos. Since the fox is wearing a big costume with large feet and we’re mounted on ponygirls, we figure we’ll all be able to go at about the same speed. That helps make it even. It should be fun!

We all chipped in five bucks apiece. If the fox makes it 15 minutes without being caught, he keeps the money. Otherwise, the ponygirl and rider that catch him get the dough. If one or more riders and mounts lasso the fox at the same time, they split the cash. A little incentive for everyone involved never hurts the excitement of the game.

MC and I are part of the first group. This is my first time on her upright and I am so excited! I love upright (piggy-back style) riding more than anything. I can get the most speed and performance from my ponygirl.

There’s the signal to mount up. I don’t need to be told twice as I hop aboard my hot filly. I’ve got my feet firmly planted into the stirrups. MC puts her arms around my thighs to help support my weight. I go ahead and fasten the clips on her wrists to the rings on her belt. We’re now locked together as one, ponygirl and rider. I can already sense her anticipation as she knows that she’s going to get a hard ride from her master.

I have my lasso wrapped around my head and shoulders with the whip in my hand. She feels fantastic underneath me. Her waist and hips are just perfect for supporting her rider. Yessir, this is going to get good very quickly.

Crack, goes the starting pistol to start the hunt. POP, sounds my whip on MC’s fine ass. “NEEEEEIIIIIGGGGGHHHHH,” shouts out MC as she starts into her canter. It feels so good and sexy as she softly bounces up and down for me. There’s a dozen of us all heading for the same entrance to the woods. I know that MC and I need to be among the first in. There’s no telling how quickly the fox will be found.

“Giddy up, MC. Heeyah ponygirl! Move on now!” I cry out. I kick her hard repeatedly on the side of her thighs with her big, sharp spurs. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK sounds my whip on her ass.

“NEEEEEIIIIGGGGHHHH,” she painfully cries out as she goes into a fast gallop for me. I’m near the front of the pack now as my fine steed carries us on to glory. I give her several more cracks of my whip to keep her moving as we enter the woods in fourth place with some of the veteran teams in front of us.

That’s OK, as long as we’re close to the front of the pack, it should be fine. You see, I know these woods pretty well from coming out here with my stable of girls. I love riding in here so I know what’s up.

We continue on with our canter as I feel MC starting to breathe heavy. I need some more from her so she gets a few more pops with my whip. “C’mon girl, show me what you’ve got. Get on now! We’ve got a fox to catch!”

I tag her with the spurs to go ahead and keep her moving as her breathing becomes faster, hotter and more labored. I can feel a little bit of quiver in her legs so I rein my hottie in. “Whoa ponygirl, slow down now. Good girl. That’s my baby. Great job, MC. That’s the way to do it. You’re such a sweetheart. Yes, you are,” I coo into her ear while stroking my hand on the side of her head. She gives me a soft whinny to show her appreciation to her master as she goes into her walk.

Most of the other teams have gone into a walk and are starting to look through the woods for their prey. I know that the fox probably went as deep as he could to make it tougher to be found. He’s over six foot tall in his costume, so he’s looking to bed down behind something tall and thick. I’ll bet I know where that is.

There’s an old fire trail that’s a couple of feet deep about 75 yards ahead. There’s thick brush up close against the edge in several spots. If he’s down in it, that would reduce his height and allow him to hide pretty well. I’m moving MC towards it right now.

MC is still breathing heavily from me cantering her so hard. Even at the walk, carrying my weight isn’t allowing her to catch her wind. I’ve got to dismount to help her out.

“Whoa ponygirl,” I say as I pull on her reins. She stops immediately, welcoming this. “I’m going to dismount you, baby,” I tell her. I unclip her wrists and hop off.

“Catch your breath, sweetheart. I’m taking out your bit. There you go, you can breathe better now.” I let the bit hang on the front of her neck and give her some water that I carried. Proper safety procedures are paramount with ponygirl play. I would never, ever want to hurt a ponygirl.

“Such a good girl, yes you are, my love,” I whisper into her ear as I stroke her pretty hair. “Just catch your breath and try to relax, pretty pony. We’ll catch that fox in a minute.”

I give her about five minutes and she’s breathing normally and isn’t showing signs of duress. It’s time to re-mount my lovely and get back into the hunt!

“OK pretty girl. Break’s over. Let’s go get that fox.”

I put her bit back into her mouth, fix the reins at the back of her neck and hop aboard my prize filly. A quick click of the clips on her wrists and we’re ready.

“Giddy up now, pony. It’s time to carry your master and find that fox.” POP, goes my crop on her fine bum to move her forward.

“NEEEIIIIIIIIGGGGHHHH” is my response as my lovely goes into a good walk. This is fine because I need her to be fresh when we find the fox.

A couple of minutes and I see the fire trail. My senses tell me that the fox is using it to hide. It would be perfect for him.

I give MC a good left rein pull and maneuver down the trail. If I’m wrong and he’s not here, we’re done. There’s only a few minutes left in the hunt.

We’re coming up to some dense brush covering the trail when all of a sudden; I see a big furry ear sticking up. Aha, there he is! He sees us at the same time and he’s up and running. The chase is on!!!

“HEE YAH ponygirl. Move on now!” CRACK goes my crop on MCs ass as I demand her to get into the hunt. She starts moving at the canter in the trail. The fox has jumped out of the ditch so we need to get after him. I hard rein MC to move her out of the fire trail. I need her to get going quickly now. “THUD, thud, thud” sounds out my spurs against MC’s thighs as I urge my ponygirl onward.

“NEEEEEIIIIIGGGGHHHH!” cries out MC from the sharp stings I’ve just given her. She doesn’t disappoint me as she goes up the walls of the ditch carrying her master. I can feel her ponygirl boots dig into the soft sand while cantering on for me. One more step and we’re at the top and onto flat, clean ground. The fox has about 25 feet on us and is running as fast as he can. Since he’s wearing a big fur outfit and giant feet, he can only run about the same speed as us.

“Get up, MC. C’mon girl, let’s get this fox!” I crack her again repeatedly with my whip urging her on. She’s at her full speed now and we’re slowly gaining on the fox.

GO, ponygirl, you can do it!” I continue to sting MC with my whip trying to make my girl give me that little bit of extra speed that we need. MC does not disappoint as she goes into overdrive and into the chase full throttle. I can feel where she’s lengthened her strides to get as much ground covered as possible. Her rhythm has now changed with her stride. I’m getting slower up and down movement from her and she’s as smooth as a baby’s bottom with this stride. It’s so incredibly sexy how she feels right now! I wish I could gallop her like this forever.

However, I can’t gallop her like this forever or even for another minute. The breaths are fast, hot and heavy from my filly right now. She’s getting winded very quickly.

The fox turns to try to avoid us. I hard rein MC to try to cut him off. I also see other players converging on us. They want the capture as much as I do, of course.

I’ve got one chance to get this right and only one. I let go of the reins and grab the lasso. “Thump, thump, thump” go my spurs into MC’s sides as I continue to try to keep her going at full speed.

We’re just about there when I heave the lasso for all I’m worth. The loop on the lasso opens up widely as it appears to be going directly over the fox.

“WHOA pony,” I cry out as I pull mightily on her reins. She comes to a screeching halt with me leaning back on her. I even have one hand over her shoulder and holding the middle of her chest. I know she must be leaning back when the lasso closes on the fox. Otherwise, with the lasso strapped to MC’s torso, the fox would pull both of us over.

Oh no, the loop on the lasso opened too wide; it starts to appear as if it’s going to fall to the ground and the fox will get away. Just then the rope catches on the fox’s foot. Crap, this could go bad! It does, the fox gets the lasso tight around his foot. I pull back on MC to get ready for the pull of the impact. WHAM! The fox hits the ground hard as his momentum almost pulls MC and me to the ground as well. Thankfully, MC somehow maintains her balance and we don’t fall also.

The fox is down on the ground. Oh my God, I’ve got to help him out. I hope and pray that he isn’t hurt. His name is Gerald and he’s a decent guy. I sure didn’t want this to happen.

I quickly unclip MC’s wrist buckles and hop off of her but not before thanking her quickly. “Good girl, MC. You handled that so well, baby. Let me see how Gerald is now.” I stroke her hair and run over to see how he is.

Other riders are coming up and are starting to dismount to help out. As always, safety is paramount and there’s genuine concern.

“Gerald, are you OK man? I’m sorry that you got tripped up. It wasn’t supposed to happen like that.”

We all help him to his feet and hear a couple of moans from under his mask. However, he gives us a couple of thumbs up to let everyone know that he’s OK. Fortunately, his big furry suit does offer some padding for protection.

We all pat him on the back, thank him and make sure that he really is OK. I disentangle my lasso from his foot so that we can get him back out of the woods. We all talk to him some. He doesn’t talk back because he’s still in character. Hey, when you wear the suit, you become the suit.

It’s been a few minutes and everybody is now feeling happy and loose at this point. It’s about time for us all to get back because the game is just about to end anyhow. I’m getting ready to drape the lasso over Gerald so MC and I can lead our capture back to the others.

Just then, I hear a faint giggling sound. It’s coming from underneath the mask.

All of a sudden Gerald takes off running. He’s waving his arms around like a nut and he’s laughing like a hyena. THAT DAMN FOX!!! He outfoxed us and is now running free again!

There’s only one thing to do as we all look at each other and start to scamper for our mounts.

I’m the first one to reach my mount and I leap aboard MC. “HEEEEE YAHHHHH, ponygirl!!!” CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, sounds my whip on MC’s fine ass as my girl takes off into her delicious canter.

“NEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHHHH,” cries out MC as she obediently obeys her master as a good ponygirl should. I think to myself: has there ever been a sweeter sound in the whole wide world than that?



THE END