Rarity Riding


                                            >"Anonymous, REALLY, if you're going to have to do this, perhaps you could at least be-WAHAHA-!"

                                            >Rarity's voice shifts several octaves as your weight presses down on her, shuffling to get comfortable on the saddle strapped around the pony.

                                            >She trembles under your weight, bringing her head back up and making an attempt to walk.

                                            >"I don't mean to be rude, darling, but you're... rather heavy."

                                            >She grunts, just about managing to stretch her legs out, only able to walk at about five miles an hour.

                                            "Giddyup!"

                                            >"Oh, you can't be serious."

                                            "Uh uh. Horsies don't talk. They ride."

                                            >Before she has the chance to even attempt to protest, you bring the tight leather bridle from your pocket and fit it over her muzzle, the bit - a little black rod - fitting perfectly between her teeth.

                                            >"Mmmmpph!!"

                                            >With a yank you pull the bridle right and force her head left.

                                            >She's restricted by the tight bands and buckles that press down into her skin; keeping her perfectly in place and completely at your command.

                                            "C'mon, Horsey! You can take me over to that tree, right?"

                                            >You pull her head in the direction of it, hearing a startled, muffled yelp from the unicorn as she makes an attempt to walk you over; still struggling under your weight but doing her best.

                                            >Your hand trails down over her flanks, feeling where the fur grows slightly more fuzzy and silky on her cutie mark.

                                            >You ready your hand and bring it down with an audible smack.

                                            >Rarity squeals, rearing up before charging towards the tree, letting you jump up and down on her back as the canter becomes a gallop.

                                            >You keep a firm grip on the back of the bridle, swinging your arm around to steer her one way and then the other, feeling her respond almost instantaneously.

                                            >After the shock of your unexpected spank has worn off, Rarity reduces her speed and settles into a steady trot once again.

                                            >Your hand reaches back to run along the tight buckles and straps that secure the saddle to her body, reaching along her rump and tightly pressing against her pussy lips.

                                            >Your finger plays with those lips; slick and loose.

                                            >Rarity groans disapprovingly, but she knows she's still ultimately at your will.

                                            >Your thumb finds her ponut, rubbing that twitching ring of rubbery muscle.

                                            >Her legs try to push together to contain her privates, but the strap won't allow her.

                                            >Finally your thumb meets the dock that sits under her tail; tough but fleshy as you press down on it gently.

                                            >She seems to react, a stuttering moan let out into the bit that's filling her mouth.

                                            >You're done teasing her pussy, though; the poor mare has it bad enough.

                                            >As you round another tree you pull Rarity over to one side of the path, dismounting and seeing her rise up into her usual stature.

                                            >Her eyes are glaring at you with fiery, undying anger.

                                            "Would the horsey like a treat?"

                                            >You tug on the bridle and allow the bit to pop out from her mouth.

                                            >"Why, I have NEVER been quite so humili-"

                                            "I said... would the horsey like a treat?"

                                            >She pauses and just stares at you for a second. You produce a fresh carrot, wafting it in front of her to try and entice the mare.

                                            >"Anonymous. This gross humiliation has gone on quite enough. Would you be so kind as to-"

                                            "You want the bit again?"

                                            >"No! I mean... oh, fine!"

                                            >Her mouth opens, accepting the carrot and crunching it. She can't make eye contact with you though. She's far too angry and far too embarrassed.

                                            >"Are you QUITE done?"

                                            >Your hand parts her mane and gives it a ruffle, but you decide her torment has gone on long enough.

                                            >You unfasten the bridle and saddle and immediately she's far more comfortable.

                                            "Hey, what do you think the chances are of me slipping these onto Applejack while she's distracted."

                                            >"Well, if you're particularly keen on having broken ribs I say go for it." She snarls, half-serious and half sarcastic.

                                            >"I just hope now you have this... off your chest, you won't go doing it to me again anytime soon."

                                            "I can't make any promises."

                                            >She hits you with another pouty, fury-wrought glare.

                                            "I mean... of course not, Rarity."

                                            >"That's better."