Ultimate shoulder rides

Here's a fictional story I found on the Web some time ago, written by someone using the name Chiron, and slightly edited by me to keep the riding action as the center of attention.  (Chiron was a centaur in Greek mythology.)  It starts off with domination and then turns into sensual riding action, naked in the water.

Perhaps this should have been uploaded to the archives as a Word file; if the administrators prefer it, I'll upload the next story I post in that way.

David

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LadyS nearly purred as she approached the steed before her, looking his lines over with a practiced eye. Strong calves on long solid legs, firm buttocks up to a well shaped back and broad, strong shoulders to seat a Lady in comfort, his head held proud and high, tossing it every now and then, as if disdaining the restraint of the headstall holding him in one place too long.

Yes, he was all that Lady S had imagined he would be up front and close, in the afternoon sunlight.

"A strong body and a spirit to match" she approved as she reached out gently to lay her hand on his withers and gently stroke his back as she spoke softly to him, letting her touch and voice reassure him.

LadyR moved to her own mount and tapped Lucienne on the left knee, as always and he knelt before her that she may mount easily.

He stayed there till he felt her move herself harder against his neck, then came the expected pressure encouraging him to rise and step back from the slip rail. LadyR felt herself lifted and adjusted her posture once he was at full height putting more pressure on his neck. feet in the stirrups. She could already feel the motion as he waited, gently shifting his weight beneath her from foot to foot with the odd, impatient stamp.

Such a sight to watch, and captured so well in these words. Lucienne and Lady R work together in a dance of understanding and respect - accomodation until balance. Very nice.

She watched with interest as her friend untied L'Abate from the slip and tapped her crop to his knee. He knelt quickly if unsurely in the sand and her friend mounted, holding his head steady.

He lurched to his feet once she had quickly settled her weight,and spun to face the opposite way, trying to fight the bit and the difference in her weight and feel astride him. LadyS held her unfamiliar mount to a tight rein and let him feel the spurs resting against
his flanks as she assured him in a voice that could barely contain its excitement,

"Easy boy, Easy" and gently twirled the hair on his head between her thighs with a delicate finger while still holding his head steady against any thought of bolting.

Yes indeed, he would be a spirited one - just what she had hoped for - a very special gift for a lovely afternoon ride.

He stepped sideways and she moved her heels up and down, dragging the rowels up his tender flank with just enough force to cause discomfort rather than the outright pain of kicking them to his side and he moved up beside where her friend awaited astride her mount.

"I love him already" she beamed at LadyR, pressing her thighs tighter against his neck and moving forward against the curve of his neck. He was a few hands taller than her usual ponies but she felt secure on his shoulders, her small feet giving her all the power of her legs to grip with.

At 6" 5", and with his muscular build, Lady S felt both secure and the excitement of having such unbridled energy just beneath her. Being 4" taller than Lady R, and L'Abate being 5" taller than Lucienne, there was a mighty difference in height between the teams - and this let loose a sense of fun-loving competition between the Ladies, and a more intense, perhaps real competition between the
ponies.

LadyS watched as he moved into a trot around the ring, LadyS familiarising herself with his gait and height.

Once LadyR was assured that both bearer and lovely burden were comfortable in each other's presence, she touched her heels to Lucienne's sides and reined him towards the gate, designed to be opened without having to dismount. She pulled him to a stop alongside it, holding the reins in one gloved hand, and opening the latch with the other. Lucienne felt her legs grip his sides and the pressure on his mouth indicated move backwards, he complied, LadyR heeling him back as the gate swung wide enough for passage through.

LadyS had pulled her pony up near her by this, and then heeled L'Abate through the gate, LadyR pulled Lucienne back once she had let go off the gate and followed her friend through. She hastened Lucienne to catch up with her friend riding in the clear left side rut caused by the passage of the four wheel drive, and she pulled him into stride beside her friend, letting him settle to the rhythm that two ponies side by side naturally fall into, working in a symphony of beat alone, each footfall indistinguishable from it neighbours.

Yes, the rhythm was beautiful - but just the beginning. The competition had hardly begun to unfold.

As they followed the clear tracks, each riding in the smooth area created by the passage of vehicles through the grass she turned to LadyR

Once LadyR had judged that the ponies had warmed up, she kicked her spurs to Lucienne, feeling him answer with speed, holding the rowels gently against his skin with enough pressure to stop the jingle but keep him at this pace. LadyS heeled L'Abate with a quick jab and he broke pace to catch up with the lead pony, matching his pace side by side.

LadyR held the pace, letting L'Abate grow comfortable with his new rider until they were a good way from the house. She then suddenly wheeled Lucienne and heeled him twice, hard and fast to make him kick up a bit, and she leant into him as he hit the incline, "Last one to the river is a rotten egg" was all the warning LadyS got as her friend leapt way from her on her fast pony, she would need both spur and whip if she had stood any chance to catch LadyR and spared neither as she kicked and lashed him to gain ground. She enjoyed the thought of him labouring beneath her goading almost as much as the physical sensation of riding him. Determined to catch her friend, began to alternate between whip and spur.

L'Abate's reaction was part practiced training, part instinctual, and part the smell of the competition. In all of this, the power beneath her was evident, and the intensity of their dance began to develop.

As they gained she left off her whip all together and used her spurs only, having noticed his responses to their cruel control, finding he responded even better when they were used a little harsher than most ponies required, much to her delight. She could see that she would never catch her friend with such a head start but that didn't mean she gave up kicking her spurs to the ponies sides, loving the thought of her rowels biting his flesh and drawing his obedience, if not his blood when necessary.

And yes, there was obedience, and yet the smell of the competition was keen as well - the part of L'Abate as yet untamed.

The first time she had ever ridden with spurs, she had sworn to wear them on every possible occasion. She still remembered well the frenzied leap forward as she rammed her heels to the geldings side, only a young girl and not aware of how much power her legs concentrated in the spurs, feeling instant reaction from less effort though she nearly tumbled clean off his back. The panicked horse had never felt spurs before and broke from standing to a headlong gallop without changing gait. His was an instinctive flight from the pain, his body reacting before his mind acknowledged the fire in his side. He sped away till he felt her hands draw his bit back and around to slow him to a walk.

She had pulled him deliberately, wanting to repeat the experiment and much to her delight he leapt forward to the rake of her heels against his tender flanks. She had ridden the nag to a lather that afternoon and for the first time, felt truly in control of him. She had been having trouble raising his stubborn ass to even gallop and maintain it. Her diminutive size against his strength and bulk meant he often got bored and slowed down while she only grew tired kicking him.

LadyR had needed the headstart to check all was ready and had not spared her mount on the climb either, he was familiar with the path as she dictated speed rather than course, her urgency felt keenly through her spurs jabbing his sides quickly rather than harshly.

She drew rein at the top and looked back to where her friend urged her mount to catch up, from here she could see the pavilion, blue and white stripes on canvas, shining on the sand of the riverbank and smiled secure that everything was moving according to plan.

Lucienne's panting beneath her was growing quieter as her friend reached her side and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other as LadyS drew level.

L'Abate loved this! Finally, the advantage. And his untamed self was allowed to let lose as Lady S released her tight hold on the reins.

She kicked Lucienne forward and down, letting him pick his way with thudding steps that shook her entire body, his strong legs lifting high to clear the scrub, watching LadyS as she reached the bottom and kicked her mount to greater speed across the sand. LadyR felt the change in his rhythm as he hit the sand and she jabbed her rowels to him several times, quick and sharp, feeling him thrill to the task as she leant lower over his neck.

LadyR was well pleased with L'Abate, how proudly he bore his delicate burden and how he thrived under her friends spur and whip. She had been worried that in her way of educating rather than breaking him, he would not accept another Lady astride him and had known LadyS equal to the task of quickly knowing and controlling him, drawing his best from him and taking her delight in it.

It was his best. He had somehow been prepared beforehand to give it and, in the excitement of the new rider and her desire to manage him as well as let him show his stuff - he was able to and desired to.

She let her friend reach the pavilion ahead of her and pulled Lucienne to a skidding halt in the sand, holding her spurs to his side to keep him steady as he settled from the headlong rush.

Chiron appeared and took the reins from each small hand, holding the ponies heads and gently pulling down under their chins, each pony kneeling on their left leg to allow their rider to dismount.

As they drew harsh breaths, he tethered them to the post nearby and went to see to the Ladies needs, he gestured inside the pavilion and they preceded him into its cool shade.

"Well, I'm going for a quick swim before Lunch, coming in?"

"But I didn't bring a costume"

"Since when has that worried us, besides who is going to see"

LadyS watched as her friend stood up and began to remove her clothes, each garment lost revealing more of her toned frame. The day was hot and the water clear and inviting, she made her mind up long before LadyR was naked but tarried over her champagne, watching her friend undress. LadyR finished and called out "come on slow poke" as she ran lightly from the pavilion.

LadyS tarried no longer and was soon clad only in the glory of the sky and nature, both pale beside her aura of radiant beauty and poise. She moved from the pavilion into the bright sun, giving her eyes time to adjust. She was just in time to see LadyR slide her well-shaped rear over Luceinne's shoulders and take her seat. Chiron had removed the ponies harnesses, left them kneeling and had then disappeared, not wanting LadyS to feel uncomfortable with his presence.

LadyR drew Lucienne to his full height, her small naked feet gripping his bare flank tightly. She felt his muscles tense and strain as he rose, holding his breath as he lifted her to his full height and standing still while she settled herself.

Skin to skin as she now rode she could feel far more intimately his movement and feel against her mound, now nestled hard against his neck, the ride her had built her desire, and the champagne her mood. She kicked Lucienne hard with her bare heels and then again to bring him to a trot across the softer sand till they hit the harder pack closer to the rivers edge.

She kicked him several times quickly now, more to urge his pace than make him feel her heels and his increase in speed began to tell in her female organ, without the stirrups to stabilise her, she naturally gripped his neck hard with her thighs, her heels only leaving his side to kick then grab again but she still bounced gently against his neck, feeling a delicious tickle build.

LadyS meanwhile had wasted no time throwing her beautiful leg over her steeds bare shoulders, this turn of events a delightful surprise indeed. She pulled L'Abate harshly to his feet and kicked him to a run, gaining her seat as he broke forward. She reined him to towards the hardpack and began to kick her heels to him in a staccato of jabs, drawing greater speed as she rode hard against his neck, moving with his natural up and down motion till he reached the full gallop, feeling it make her wetter as he reached the rhythmic thud. Her delight was obvious as she rode low over his neck in pursuit of her friend.

Lucienne felt his Mistresses heels grip tighter as she drew her breath and held it, and he gave his all without further signal, drawing speed from where he could not begin to imagine but willing to burst his heart before he would give up.

LadyR felt the contractions of her climax build slowly at first then gain a momentum not to be denied, her thighs crushed his neck as she let her full weight settle pendulum like against it and wrapped her feet behind his back. She arched her back to bring her female organ forward on his spine and laughed in sheer delight as waves of convulsion gripped her, feeling it take away her breath.

Lucienne felt the shower of warm fluid from between her lovely thighs, flowing gently in a tickle down his back. He broke the gallop without signal and slowed to a gait that moved his lovely burden up and down more as her pleasure subsided, sheer desire unwilling to concede that he could not make it last longer for her. LadyR slowly pulled her faithful mate to a slow walk and let him regain his breath as she turned him to watch LadyS's approach.

She kicked L'Abate again for no other reason than it rocked her forward against him and pulled his head to the left running him diagonally into the shallow water at the edge then reining him parallel to the shore.

Ankle deep in the water, L'Abate was forced to lift his petite rider in an exaggerated motion that didn't really slow his speed too much but really made him pick up his feet and bounce.

Her smile broke wide as she kicked him again to rock forward on his neck and let her climax take her, kicking her heels incessantly to her heaving steed, helping prolong the delight as it rocked her forward against his up and down motion..

She pulled his head and veered up on to the harder sand as she drew near to her friend, sitting heavy and breathing heavier, on a heaving and well lathered mount. "I think you've done this before somehow" said LadyR as her friend pulled L'Abate to a stop in front of her

One look at LadyR's flushed cheeks and she broke into laughter for her answer, its infectious ring turning LadyR's smile into full blown mirth.

"How about that swim?" she giggled to her friend and heeled Lucienne towards the water. He entered without hesitation, LadyR listening for him to draw a harsh breath and tense before getting too deep, a good way to see if the water is cold before immersing ones delicate feet or body don't you think?

She felt the cool water wash over her feet and let it reach her ankles before pulling him to a stop to wait for her friend, wriggling her toes in the water and gently waving her feet backwards and forwards.

LadyS felt L'Abate pause at the edge of the water, but kicked him quickly and firmly with her small heels. His training kicked in before he could consolidate his rebellion and he entered the water, feeling it climb his body till he stood belly deep alongside his stable mate. Once close to Lucienne and his Mistresses presence he actually began to enjoy the experience.

He was even pleased as the Ladies urged their mounts slightly deeper into the crystal clear water. The pony's movements hard, pushing against the resistance of the water as it deepened.

L'Abate was concentrating on his footing when he felt his rider lurch towards LadyR, wrapping her feet around his midsection and gripping for dear life. LadyS pushed her friend clear off Lucienne into the water with a burst of mischievous delight and watched as LadyR came up, reins in one hand and the other wiping the water from her eyes.

"Aha" was all she said as she swung back to Lucienne's shoulders it being easy with him chest deep in the water. She turned him to face off her opponent who had a real determined grin. The two steeds bore the combatants at each other under foot command alone, their arms locked as each gripped her mounts flanks for leverage or kicked him to force the other pair off balance.

LadyS teetered precariously before giving a look of what the hell as she slid into the water, feeling it cushion her fall and encase her with no feel of weight or gravity. She opened her eyes and floated up gently, holding her breath till she broke the surface, only to clamber indignantly back to her steeds shoulders.

As she swam to L'Abate and gripped her hands to his shoulders, he felt her smooth breasts slide up his back and the soft skin of her stomach as she slid higher, the water causing no friction at all. He could see her toes, tiny nails painted bright red and admire her feet, small heels grabbing and kicking his shoulder tops as he lowered himself in the water to help her mount. Feeling her pull herself hard
against his neck and lifting her clear of the water brought a sensation he had never known and he realised that his pony persona had nearly slipped with these types of thoughts he was getting both pretty carried away.

Their battle escalated into a war of attrition and somewhere after they had given up count or care rumbling bellies announced the cessation of hostilities and a truce was declared, they slipped from the ponies shoulders into the cool water, hands on the withers of their steeds, let themselves be pulled back through the water to the pavilion.