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Introduction
Diana, imposing and elegant, wears a riding outfit that fuses the classic with the bold. Her outfit is carefully chosen to reflect her strong character, impeccable style, and mastery of any mount, whether made of flesh and blood or steel and engine.
She wears a fitted black leather top with metal fasteners and stitching details that outline her wasp-like figure, highlighting her generous bust and narrow waist. The top has reinforcements at the shoulders and elbows, designed both for safety while riding and for an upright posture while riding.
She wears fitted riding pants, like supple leather leggings, reinforced on the inner thighs and calves. These allow her to maintain firmness while riding and stability while holding onto the motorcycle. The material shines elegantly in the light, adapting to her movements with a sensual and powerful fluidity.
On her feet are high, low-heeled boots made of brown or black leather with non-slip soles. They fit perfectly into the horse's stirrups and the motorcycle's footrests. The boots, which tighten just below her knees, further stylize her long, muscular legs, have decorative buckles on the sides.
A wide belt with metallic details adorns her hips, and on her head, depending on the context, she wears either a stylish motorcycle helmet with a tinted visor or a stylish cowboy hat, revealing her long, dark hair blowing in the wind.
Completing her look are leather gloves, which allow her to firmly grip both the horse's reins and the motorcycle's handlebars with the same level of control and grace.
This outfit, a blend of power and style, not only protects but also reaffirms Diana's natural authority, which never goes unnoticed. Wherever she goes, she is admired... and wherever she rides, she is a legend.
Some men in the village proudly call themselves “Diana’s horses.” For them, carrying her on their shoulders, feeling her move gracefully as she rides them, is the ultimate honor. They strive to move with a firm stride, controlled breathing, and upright backs. When Diana rides them, they feel their role fulfilled: to be strength, nobility, and faithfulness alive under her dominion. They allow themselves to be fitted with the saddle, straps, reins, and even a bit if she desires it (which is to say, always). Their muscles tremble not from fatigue, but from excitement. “I am her faithful steed,” they often say with a smile, while waiting their turn to serve her.
Others, however, see themselves as something bolder, wilder: “Diana’s Harley-Davidson.” For them, she doesn’t just ride them, she drives them. They feel powerful, fast, roaring under her control. They proudly imitate the sound of the engine: “brrrrmmm…” when they feel her climb on them. They adopt a special position, lower and extended, to simulate a high-powered motorcycle. Diana, seeing them, gives them a mischievous and playful look, and without hesitation, climbs on top of them and sits as if she were on the road, holding the handlebars as they advance through the crowd, roaring like a motorcycle and advancing along the road with style.
As they pass, the children applaud, the women laugh in amazement and admiration, and the other men dream of being the next mount, be it horse or motorcycle. Because being Diana's vehicle is not a humiliation, but a glorious privilege.
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Her Horse and Her Motorcycle
Diana has her two loyal human mounts:
Mateo, her human horse, and
Leandro, his human motorcycle.
Each of them fulfills their role with enthusiasm, wanting to be worthy of their beloved rider.
Preparing Mateo, Her Human Horse
Diana approaches Mateo with her natural elegance. He, now on his knees, awaits his mistress's orders. Diana smiles sweetly and begins:
Bridling: She gently but firmly places the bridle on Mateo's head, fitting the bit between his lips. The reins hang down ready for her to grasp.
Saddled: She then places a light but firm saddle on his back. She adjusts the straps so the saddle is secure, and adjusts the stirrups to the precise height of his legs.
Mounting: She places her foot in the stirrup, gracefully raises her body, and sits astride him. His riding boots rest firmly in the stirrups, and with a gentle tug of the reins and a light squeeze of his spurs, he begins his ride.
Mateo moves obediently, following Diana's instructions, as she majestically guides him through the streets, striding proudly, like a Queen mounted on her human steed.
Preparing Leandro, Her Human Motorcycle
After traveling a good distance, Diana decides to change mounts. She stops next to Leandro, who is now standing, steady like a parked motorcycle.
Accessories: Leandro wears a special helmet with handlebars built into the sides of his head, and pedals attached to his torso (on both legs) or near his ankles (on all four legs), mimicking the layout of a Harley-Davidson.
Mount: Diana approaches, strokes his chin with a mischievous smile, takes the handlebars, and with a nimble movement, straddles her "human motorcycle."
Control: Her hands firmly grip the handlebars, while her boots press down on the side pegs/pedals.
Driving: She twists the throttle, and Leandro responds immediately, moving forward steadily and quickly, like a roaring engine. Diana leans forward slightly to gain speed, her hair blowing in the wind.
Thus, the powerful young woman traverses the town: first on the back of her human steed, then accelerating atop her speedy human motorcycle.
Everyone she passes can't help but marvel at Diana's majesty and the devotion of her mounts.
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Diana and Her Human Motorcycle
Diana, always confident and vibrant, rode Leandro, her human Harley, ready for a more intense adventure.
With a mischievous smile, she adjusted the handlebars attached to her "bike" and dug her boots firmly into the footpegs. She gave a small push on the "pedals," starting the engine, and Leandro obeyed instantly, moving forward with renewed energy.
They left the town and took a rugged path full of curves, slopes, and natural jumps. Diana, her long hair blowing in the wind, controlled every movement:
When she reached a sharp turn, she firmly turned the handlebars to the side, and Leandro obediently leaned his body to simulate a motorcycle turn.
On the straight stretches, she "accelerated" by twisting the throttle, and Leandro increased his speed, causing Diana to excitedly cling to the handlebars.
As they approached a small mound of sand, Diana prepared herself: she leaned back, pulled the handlebars slightly, and Leandro, in sync with her, performed an impressive leap that kept them in the air for a few seconds. Diana's hair flew like a glorious flag.
Adrenaline coursed through both of their veins, but she was the one in control, like a wild Amazon riding her mechanical steed of flesh and blood.
When they reached a clearing in the forest, Diana stopped her mount by pulling back the handlebars and pressing the pedals as if applying the brakes.
She jumped slightly from her seat and, placing a hand on Leandro's shoulder, stood, victorious and smiling.
Leandro's expression, as he knelt before her, reflected exhaustion... and absolute happiness at having been his vehicle on that incredible journey.
Diana, with her dusty boots and tight riding habit, looked like a Goddess of wind and power, absolute Mistress of the road.
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The Competition Between Horse and Motorcycle (1)
At the local racetrack, under a golden sun and the expectant roar of a few curious spectators, Diana stood radiant in the center of the track. She was dressed in her riding attire: a fitted jacket, tight-fitting jodhpurs, high, shiny leather boots, and gloves that accentuated her delicate hands.
In front of her, Mateo, her human horse, was perfectly prepared: bridled, with the saddle secured, stirrups firmly in place, and the reins ready in Diana's hands.
Beside her, Leandro, her human Harley, wore a helmet with handlebars, pedals on his torso, and stirrups ready for Diana to step on.
Diana smiled mischievously, raising a riding crop she kept coiled around her wrist.
"I'll ride Mateo first," she said in her melodious, firm voice. "Then I'll ride my motorcycle, Leandro. Whoever sets the best time will be my champion today."
Both boys gulped, nervous and excited.
Diana nimbly climbed onto Mateo, placing herself in the saddle, her boots firmly planted in the stirrups.
She held the reins elegantly and, with a light touch of her spurs on his sides, gave the signal to start.
Mateo trotted off briskly, increasing his speed in time with Diana's commands.
She guided him masterfully with small tugs on the reins and subtle touches of the whip to correct his rhythm, her body perfectly balanced on the back of her human mount.
The return was quick: Mateo, in his effort to impress her, gave his all, although he finally arrived panting at the finish line.
Diana, jumping down, gave him an affectionate pat on the cheek and a kiss on the forehead.
Then, without wasting any time, she mounted Leandro. He adjusted his boots in the stirrups, grabbed the handlebars, and simulated a takeoff by twisting his wrists.
Leandro, determined to prove himself Diana's fastest machine, practically shot off.
Diana controlled the speed with the handlebars and her body movements: she leaned into turns, pushed forward on straightaways, and "accelerated" by pressing the pedals, which he understood as commands to go faster.
Leandro completed the lap in less time than Mateo, although he ended up exhausted, kneeling before her and kissing her boots upon reaching the finish line.
Diana dismounted, looked at them both, and with a charming smile said:
"You are both my champions, but today..." she caressed Leandro's handlebars, "my bike won."
Mateo, still panting, gave a resigned and happy smile.
Leandro, amidst the sweat and exhaustion, radiated pride at having fulfilled his rider's wish.
She embraced them both, imposing and radiant under the open sky, like the undisputed Queen of the racetrack and of their hearts.
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The Competition Between Horse and Motorcycle (2)
After the race, while some curious onlookers in the stands timidly applauded, Diana, always energetic and majestic, didn't allow the pace to slow down.
Without giving them much respite, she smiled mischievously and said,
"Did you think I was done riding? We're just getting started!"
Her boots clacked on the dirt track as she firmly held Mateo's reins and Leandro's handlebars, dominating both with a single glance.
First, she mounted Mateo again, this time at a slower pace, an elegant trot, like a lady in a royal procession.
While riding him, Diana chatted with the crowd, waving, receiving compliments and smiles.
Her posture was impeccable: back straight, head held high, boots firmly in the stirrups, dazzling smile.
When she sensed Mateo was exhausted, she nimbly dismounted, stroked his cheek, and kissed him on the forehead.
"Good boy. Get some rest."
Without wasting a second, she climbed back onto Leandro, her "two-legged Harley."
This time, she rode him across the track at an even more daring pace.
She twisted the handlebars vigorously, "accelerating," while Leandro obeyed her every movement with absolute devotion.
Diana's hair whipped around in the wind, and her riding attire seemed made for this moment: high boots, a fitted jacket, tight pants, all perfectly tailored to her powerful and elegant figure.
She passed in front of the grandstands like a queen of the racetrack, showing off her skill in riding both horses and human motorcycles.
As she completed another lap, she gently stopped Leandro, dismounted, and, laughing sweetly, exclaimed:
"How wonderful it is to have horses and motorcycles that also have hearts!"
She hugged them both, wrapping her arms around them, while they, happy but exhausted, leaned on her like knights surrendering to their lady.
Diana, steady and always in control, needed no rest: for her, riding was her life, and her human horses and motorcycles were her most precious possession.
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The Race
The sun fell like liquid gold over the town when Diana and Liz appeared on the esplanade, ready for a new adventure.
Both looked stunning, radiating strength, beauty, and an indomitable spirit.
Diana, tall, with a tanned complexion, long, dark hair that cascaded like a glistening waterfall down her back.
Her face had captivating features: large brown eyes, a perfect, white-toothed smile that contrasted with her golden skin.
Her body was a masterpiece: generous breasts, a wasp waist, imposing hips, powerful buttocks, and firm thighs that stood out even more when she rode.
Her riding attire was tight: a black leather jacket, reinforced skinny jeans, and tall black riding boots that gave her an imposing air.
Liz, her friend, was not far behind. Of medium height but well proportioned, with lighter skin and wavy, honey-brown hair that fell in soft waves over her shoulders.
She had sparkling green eyes and full lips always curved into a mischievous smile.
Her figure was athletic and very feminine, with shapely thighs, a slim waist, and curvy hips.
She wore a red leather vest, shiny black leggings that hugged every curve, and combat boots that reached just below the knee, with red accents that matched her vest.
At her feet, ready and disciplined, were her "human motorcycles":
Leandro, Diana's two-legged Harley, standing at attention, awaiting orders, with his modified helmet with handlebars that Diana would control.
Cesar, Liz's human motorcycle, an agile and muscular young man, also equipped with a helmet with handlebars and footpegs on the sides for its rider to ride with complete control.
Diana and Liz straddled their mounts:
Diana dug her boots into Leandro's stirrups, leaning slightly forward, her hands firm on the handlebars, like a wild queen.
Liz similarly positioned herself on Cesar, giggling excitedly, her boots planted firmly and her legs tightly hugging the human mount.
"Ready?" asked Diana, with a defiant spark in her voice.
"Always," replied Liz, bursting into laughter.
A local woman gave the starting signal, waving a red scarf.
And off they went!
Leandro and Cesar set off with all their energy.
Diana, expert, moved the handlebars with precision and pressed lightly with her boots on Leandro's sides, guiding him like a roaring Harley.
Liz, playful but competitive, used her weight to steer Cesar, who responded quickly to her every move.
The dirt road to the other village stretched long and challenging, full of small curves and gentle climbs.
Dust rose behind the powerful "human motorcycles," driven by the desire to please their riders.
Halfway there, Diana and Liz exchanged defiant smiles as they encouraged their mounts:
"Faster, Leandro!"
"Don't leave me behind, Cesar!"
The young men's muscles tensed beneath them as their boots rhythmically tapped the stirrups, urging them to go even faster.
Finally, they spotted the entrance to the neighboring village, with its welcoming arch.
In a final sprint, Diana leaned her body even further forward, brushing her chest against Leandro's back, giving him the final command:
"Go, champ!"
Leandro responded like a true human engine, accelerating just enough to cross the finish line seconds before Cesar.
Diana won, raising her arms in triumph, as Liz arrived right behind, laughing uproariously.
They both dismounted to impromptu applause from the locals who had witnessed the spectacle, while Leandro and César, exhausted but smiling, knelt before them, proud to have been ridden by such magnificent riders.
Diana hugged Liz, both laughing excitedly, their hair tousled by the wind, their boots dusty, but their spirits brighter than ever.
"We have to do it again!" Liz said.
"Definitely," Diana replied, stroking Leandro's handlebars like one caresses a faithful steed.
And so, amid laughter, hugs, and promises of new adventures, Diana and Liz sealed a day that would be etched in everyone's memory.
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Nice story! Thank you very much, Caballito! You literally turned Leandro into alive super mechanism!
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Caballito, I see you are from South America, so I have a question.
Many years ago I read a pony-play fiction story on an Argentinian femdom site. The main characters – Nicole, tells us her story about visiting a rancho of her friend – Countess Zoe, where they practice in human pony riding.
Do you know anything about that site and that story? I can’t find it anymore.
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I did a Google search in Spanish, I didn't find anything.
stpt wrote:
Caballito, I see you are from South America, so I have a question.
Many years ago I read a pony-play fiction story on an Argentinian femdom site. The main characters – Nicole, tells us her story about visiting a rancho of her friend – Countess Zoe, where they practice in human pony riding.
Do you know anything about that site and that story? I can’t find it anymore.
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What a pity!
But still, thank you very much!
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