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Chapter 1: A New Dream Awakens
The village where Mel lived was a quiet place, surrounded by endless fields and rolling hills. Life moved at a steady rhythm, dictated by the seasons and the hum of nature. Mel, a middle school girl, stood out among her peers. She was beautiful in a natural, effortless way—her strong, well-built frame a testament to years of running through the fields, climbing trees, and playing sports. Athletic and smart, she excelled at anything she put her mind to. Yet, beneath all her physical prowess and intelligence, there was a softness in her spirit, a quiet longing she had never quite understood.
One afternoon, while browsing through an old magazine she had found tucked away in her older sister’s room, Mel's eyes caught something that sent a shiver down her spine. It was a photograph—a striking image of a model perched proudly on another’s shoulders, engaged in what the caption called a ‘chick fight.’ But for Mel, it wasn’t the competitive nature of the game that held her attention. It was the girl beneath—the one carrying another on her shoulders, strong and unwavering, supporting her rider with perfect devotion.
Something stirred deep within Mel, something she couldn't quite name. She traced the image with her fingertips, imagining herself in the place of the carrier. She saw herself kneeling, offering her back, waiting for a beautiful mistress to mount her. The thought sent her heart racing in a way she had never experienced before. She longed for it—not just the act itself, but the feeling that came with it. The feeling of being useful, of being needed, of surrendering her strength to someone worthy.
That night, Mel lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as visions of herself as a ponygirl filled her mind. She imagined the weight of her rider, the reins in her mouth, the soft but firm tug guiding her steps. The dream was intoxicating, and it refused to leave her. The next morning, she knew what she had to do.
Mel became obsessed with the idea. She spent hours researching, diving into the depths of the internet, reading about ponygirls—women who embraced the role of a human pony, devoted to their mistress, trained to be ridden, guided, and cherished. She read stories, watched old videos, and studied the techniques of proper posture and movement. With every piece of information, she became more certain of one truth: this was who she was meant to be.
Mel’s life had taken on a new purpose. She no longer felt like just another girl in the village. She was different. She was waiting for the moment when her journey as a ponygirl would truly begin.
The final days of the semester were a blur of exams and farewells. Mel had done well in her studies, but her mind was elsewhere. She yearned for something more, something that aligned with her true desires. That was when she saw it—a flyer pinned to the notice board at the town square. The bold letters read: Internship Opportunity at Bella’s Horse Ranch. Hardworking candidates needed. Experience with horses preferred.
Mel's heart pounded. This was it. This was the chance she had been waiting for.
The next morning, she made her way to the ranch, excitement bubbling within her. The moment she arrived, her breath caught in her throat. Bella, the owner of the ranch, stood by the stables, her golden hair shimmering under the morning sun. She was breathtaking—tall, confident, and strikingly beautiful, with an air of authority that made Mel’s knees weak.
Mel knew instantly—Bella was the one. The mistress she had been waiting for.
Bella turned at the sound of approaching footsteps and arched an eyebrow at the sight of Mel. “You’re here for the internship?” she asked, sounding surprised.
Mel nodded eagerly. “Yes, I am.”
Bella hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. “I was actually expecting a boy for this position. The work is intense—hauling supplies, tending to the horses, maintaining the stables. It requires a lot of manual labor.”
“I can do it,” Mel insisted. “I’m strong, and I won’t disappoint you.”
Bella studied her for a moment, arms crossed. She looked doubtful but also intrigued by the determination in Mel’s eyes. “Are you sure? This isn’t an easy job. It’s not just about loving horses—it’s about discipline, endurance, and pushing through exhaustion.”
Mel straightened her back, meeting Bella’s gaze with unwavering resolve. “I can handle it. Please, give me a chance.”
Bella sighed, then finally nodded. “Alright, Mel. You’ve got the job. Let’s see what you’re made of.”
Mel’s heart soared. This was only the beginning. She had found her mistress, and she would do whatever it took to prove she was worthy of being her ponygirl.
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Chapter 2: The First Ride
The next morning, Mel arrived at the ranch early, finding Bella already waiting for her. Bella’s face was striking—high cheekbones, full lips, and a slight smirk that hinted at both authority and playfulness. Her skin was sun-kissed, a golden hue that contrasted beautifully against the crisp white tank top she wore. The fabric clung to her body, accentuating the toned muscles of her arms and the firm swell of her full breasts. Her exposed midriff revealed a taut stomach, the ridges of her abs subtly defined beneath the smooth skin.
Her legs, long and powerful, were barely covered by the snug, denim shorts she wore. Her thighs—thick, sculpted, and undeniably strong—held a quiet promise of power. Mel’s gaze lingered for a moment too long before she caught herself and looked up, meeting Bella’s eyes just as the older woman tilted her head. Bella studied her with a smirk and turned to Raha. “How do you want to proceed?”
Mel stepped forward eagerly. “I am your pony now. Ride me however you like.”
Bella tilted her head in amusement. “Let’s see if you can carry me.” Bella spread her long, sculpted legs slightly apart. “Step between my thighs,” she instructed. Mel obeyed, pressing her body forward until her head was nestled between Bella’s thick thighs. The warmth of Bella’s skin against her cheeks sent an electric thrill through her. Bells’s muscles tensed slightly, firm yet smooth against her face.
Mel bent her knees, planting her feet firmly before wrapping her arms around Bella’s thighs and hoisting her up. Bella’s weight settled onto her shoulders, her powerful legs gripping either side of Mel’s head, pressing against her with a mix of dominance and stability.
“Not bad,” Bella remarked, adjusting herself slightly. Her fingers wove into Mel’s dark hair, gripping lightly for balance. “Walk.”
Mel obeyed, taking careful steps as she carried Bella around the track. The sensation was unlike anything she had experienced before—the firm pressure of Bella’s thighs against her neck, the gentle sway of Bella’s body as she adjusted to the movement, the weight pressing down on her shoulders in a way that made her feel completely, wonderfully used.
From her elevated position, Bella gazed out over the ranch, her strong, tanned arms resting on her thighs. She exuded control, her toned stomach shifting slightly with each movement, her powerful legs flexing around Mel’s shoulders with a silent command.
They made several rounds of the track before Bella sighed. “I don’t feel in control,” she admitted. “This isn’t quite right.”
Mel came to a stop, breathing heavily as Bella gracefully dismounted, landing with practiced ease. “Let’s try something else,” Bella mused. “Get on all fours.”
Mel dropped to her hands and knees, her body already trembling from the exertion. Without hesitation, Bella straddled her back, settling her weight onto Mel’s spine. Mel felt the press of Bella’s firm, muscular thighs on either side of her ribs, the smooth skin warm against her own. Bella’s legs were strong, her grip steady.
“Move,” Bella ordered, gently nudging Mel forward. Mel crawled, her palms pressing into the dirt with each step. Bella adjusted her seat, her toned stomach brushing against Mel’s back as she leaned slightly forward. The ride was steady but slow, and after half an hour, Bella sighed again. “This won’t work either,” she murmured. “Too slow for practical use.”
Mel’s arms trembled with exhaustion, sweat dripping down her face and soaking through her clothes. Her entire body ached from carrying Bella for so long, but before she could collapse, Bella smirked down at her. “I have an idea.” She didn’t dismount. Instead, she leaned forward, brushing a strand of sweat-damp hair from Mel’s face. “Get on your feet,” she ordered, her voice softer but no less commanding. “Keep your back parallel to the ground.”
Mel groaned softly but obeyed, straightening her legs while keeping her torso bent forward. Bella adjusted her seat, shifting until she was perfectly balanced atop Mel’s back.
“Much better,” Bella murmured, running her fingers through Mel’s hair before gripping it firmly. “Hold my feet like stirrups.”
Mel’s fingers wrapped around Bella’s boots, gripping tightly as she steadied herself. Bella gave a sharp tug on her hair, a silent command to move. Mel took a hesitant step forward, then another, finding a rhythm as Bella rode her like a true mount.
The new position allowed for both control and speed, and Bella seemed pleased. “This is how I want you to carry me from now on,” she said, her voice tinged with satisfaction.
Mel’s entire body was on fire, trembling with effort, but she didn’t stop. She had finally found her place—beneath Bella, carrying her, serving her. And as Bella began teaching her the basic commands, guiding her movements with subtle tugs on her hair and shifts of her weight, Mel knew one thing for certain.
She would do anything to become the perfect ponygirl for her mistress.
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That's also a very interesting direction: a woman wants to be a horse, another woman wants to ride that horse!
It seems to be working well! First, a few variations are tried out, but then the right position is found pretty quickly.
I'm really excited to see what happens next, what the horse and the attractive rider experience together.
Well written, good to read, compliments!
Max
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