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Chapter 9 - Princess and El

This work also appears at http://www.ranch.demon.co.uk/



Lucinda, an attractive 26-year-old advertising executive, is bored
with her shallow job. Peter, a 39-year-old ex-football playing
network trouble-shooter from America, introduces her to the world
of pony-play. She seeks a hedonistic but trusting relationship
whereas he wishes to add her to his long list of trophies.
A Pony Tale chronicles her experiences and challenges during
this journey.

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Chapter 9
Princess and El

Charles went on to explain how the events previously demonstrated worked 
in a larger arena and outside. The grooms, meanwhile, cleared the area 
and returned leading Princess and El.
Lucinda was spellbound.
Princess of the Night was on all fours.
Her arms had been extended to form pony-like forelegs complete with 
hooves that matched her boots. These allowed her to walk in a 
surprisingly effective way with her tail and head proudly raised, she 
wiggled her hips and tossed her head as she trotted in.
Lucinda, like the rest of the audience, was pleased to see El now 
resplendent in his naked glory. The attributes that earned him the title 
of stallion were more than adequate and his thick prick hung languidly 
between his legs. Again, someone had been liberal with the baby oil and 
his entire body glistened in the lights.
Although they both wore bridles, neither had a bit nor reins.
The groom pulled their bridles to lead them to opposite ends of the room 
and left them. Princess slowly wandered about casually ignoring the 
proceedings and El started to swagger and flex like a wrestler limbering 
up before a bout.
Charles announced.
'Thank you for you indulgence tonight. I hope we've managed to inform, 
entertain and intrigue you a little.
'The final piece is not an event but a reward for our winning stallion 
from earlier. His prize, if you haven't already guessed, is to be a stud 
for the delectable Princess.'
He gestured at her but she merely pawed at a spot on the ground.
'As you can see, she is not particularly interested. Her stud will have 
to arouse her heat first and then claim his reward.
'Ladies and gentlemen, El Caballo Padre de Castell n and Princess of the 
Night!'
The crowd cheered and Charles backed off to leave the two magnificent 
looking ponies alone together.

Princess continued to inspect the floor as El trotted noisily around on 
the other side of the arena occasionally stomping his hooves on the 
ground and snorting.
The girl swung her head to see what all the noise was about and tossed 
her long mane in total indifference before turning her back on him. 
Lucinda noticed that this time, however, she was standing with her rear 
feet further apart and thrusting her rump back as she swung her hips 
suggestively.
Her tail swished across the tops of her bare legs and exposed flashes of 
her sex to him. She was clearly aroused and her inner labia and vulva 
peeked seductively from between her outer lips. Lucinda's own legs 
tensed and she pressed herself into her seat as she imagined how that 
must have felt with the tail fanning a gentle breeze over her sensitive 
parts.
Princess was not the only one aroused. El's member slowly filled with 
blood and hung thick and heavy between his legs as he kept his gaze 
glued to her rear. He sauntered across the arena with his penis and 
balls swaying from side to side.
As he invaded her space, she snorted and trotted a few steps sway from 
him then resumed her sexual display and detailed inspection of the 
ground.
Undaunted, El followed, each time reducing the distance between them as 
she started to only give a little skip at each approach and raised her 
rear slightly more on every pause. Eventually she stopped and turned her 
head to look back at him.
He pretended not to notice that she'd stopped and, instead, he walked 
straight past her and just bumped her thigh with his hip. She skipped on 
again and he repeated the action a few more times until she managed to 
bump him first.
He grinned and rubbed his hip along the side of her body causing her to 
stagger a little.
This courtship dance was repeated a couple of times and she finally 
pushed with her forelegs to hold her ground and turned her head to face 
him. He stopped halfway along her side, bent his head to her neck and 
started to nuzzle her.
She dropped her head and rolled her shoulders in pleasure then met his 
nuzzles with nuzzles of her own. Their nuzzling turned to kisses and 
licking of each other's face, neck and ears until he was almost leaning 
across her back and they were locked in a long passionate kiss.
Still licking and gently nipping her neck and back he worked his hips 
nearer to her front until he was in line with her shoulders.
He was now fully, and very impressively, erect in the space between 
them. His glans shone in the light like a small fist in a purple silk 
glove and the veined foreskin withdrew over his thick shaft. The 
Princess could not fail to see his arousal and pawed the ground a few 
times as she swung her hips harder. She slid her feet further apart and 
gave little thrusts with her rear.
The audience could clearly see every detail of her swollen lips and the 
dark entrance between them. The smell of her musk seemed to reach her 
suitor and, nostrils flaring, he also started to paw the ground and 
worked his head towards her hips.
She suddenly jumped and giggled as he nipped a ticklish part of her 
waist then she resumed her inviting pose. He had turned completely and 
they now stood side by side facing in opposite directions. He slid his 
tongue down the outside of her thigh until he could place his left palm 
on the floor to steady himself. He flicked her tail over her hip with 
his other hand before placing that on the floor. She twisted her fully 
exposed rump with the little base of her tail sticking proudly out of 
her anus towards him and rubbed her mane along his lower back and hips. 
Lucinda smiled as she counted nine legs.
Now Princess had stopped her swaying. She slid her forelegs outwards and 
arched her back like a stretching cat. She held this position and El 
rubbed his face along her thigh and up towards his prize. He kissed and 
nipped the sensitive inside of her thigh. She closed her eyes and 
moaned, her trembling sex only inches above him.
Lucinda was almost moaning too as she felt a corresponding need to have 
that handsome face buried in her own pussy.
Infuriatingly, he merely stood up behind her and, placing his palms on 
her cheeks, started to buffet her rump and thighs with the head of his 
penis as he sought to enter her.
She gave a little squeal of surprise and skipped forwards a few paces 
then turned to face him.
It was his turn to act coy now.
He placed his feet apart, stood upright with his back half turned to 
Lucinda, held his hands behind him and stared into the distance like an 
actor in some tacky men's clothing ad.
The sight of his dimpled buttocks made Lucinda slip her hand under her 
skirt and start to give herself the relief that Princess had been 
denied. Her eyes flicked between those tensed muscles and his engorged 
penis that jutted proudly into the space before him. Lucinda placed a 
fingertip just above her little button.
Suddenly, she her wrist was gripped and Peter tugged her hand away.
'Later' he reminded her with a grin and she pouted.
'Spoilsport!'
'Pay attention you little hussy,' he whispered.

Princess peered at El from under her fringe. She frowned and wiggled her 
rear impatiently.
The audience giggled as she peered at his huge erection and cocked her 
head to one side. She took a noisy step nearer, stopped and peered 
again, this time swishing her tail wildly. Liking what she saw, she 
minced around in front of him then rubbed her head and body along his 
loins giving his prick a playful tap with her hip as she passed.
He stiffened his jaw, and also his erection, Lucinda noticed, and then 
he continued to stare into space.
Princess frowned again, nudged his glans with her forehead and backed 
away to watch the reaction. This caused another little giggle then she 
repeated the action - his expression showed continued indifference, the 
quivering of his magnificent penis suggested otherwise.
Princess trotted around him in a circle, all the time remaining in 
contact with his body until she stopped and nuzzled his buttocks and 
hips with her head and cheek. Her tongue flicked at his anus where his 
tail entered him and he gasped. She grinned and moved around to his 
balls, letting her hair stroke and caress him there as she licked the 
base of his shaft.
Her actions were stimulating her as much as him. She locked her legs and 
thrust her rear backwards with her tail quivering like his erection. The 
two of them were only paces from the top table and Lucinda could plainly 
see that the pony girl's inner lips were as wet and puffy as her own 
felt.
Princess wiggled her hips around until she presented her rump to the 
rest of the audience. As she did this, her attention moved up his shaft 
until she could run her tongue tip around the edge of his glans. He had 
the grace to groan but still remained impassive. She shrugged, lifted 
her head, took a deep breath, opened her mouth wide and swallowed a good 
fifty-percent of his shaft.
Lucinda was amazed she could do that without choking. From her vantage 
point, Lucinda could see Princess's throat was filled with his penis and 
still she eased a little more in.
She looked up at him adoringly and fluttered her eyelashes.
He glanced down then away again, but wore a slight smile.
She moved her head back and allowed her lips to trail saliva along the 
exposed length in one sloppy, sensuous suck.
Princess stopped with her lips giving the very tip a little kiss, she 
looked up at him and cocked her head. He met her gaze, put his hands 
behind his head like a Flamenco dancer and thrust slightly. Her eyes lit 
up and she rocked forwards and sank down on his shaft again, this time 
taking even more of him into her throat.
'Oh my God!' Lucinda murmured.
Lucinda tore her eyes away. You could have heard a pin drop. Everyone 
was riveted to the tableau before them and Lucinda noticed a few hands 
playing with their partner's or their own genitals, sometimes both. 
Recently chastised, Lucinda had to content herself with rubbing her 
thighs together.
Even with her mouth and throat stuffed, Princess cocked her head again 
and looked quizzically at her stud. The thought, 'Hello Mr. President' 
flashed through Lucinda's mind and she suppressed a giggle. El smiled at 
his mare and nodded before taking a step back.
Princess jumped and turned at the same time landing simultaneously on 
all four feet. She manoeuvred into a comfortable position, then 
straightened and locked her legs and arms. She turned and faced him end 
thrust her inviting sex backwards.
He rolled his hips and positioned himself between her legs, his hands 
still locked behind his neck. He flexed his knees and buffeted her belly 
and clitoris again with his penis.
It was Princess's turn to moan. She dropped her head and tried to meet 
his thrusting with her own until his entire prick was covered with her 
juices and the rhythm became more frantic.
Lucinda was transfixed as the couple jousted before her. Princess's 
breasts hung in the space below her and bounced and jiggled with each 
movement, her nipple rings catching the light.
He then started to alternately smack her buttocks with each sway, this 
further aroused them both and the audience started to clap along with 
the smacks.
Suddenly he could bear it no longer. He rocked his hips back, placed the 
tip or his fully engorged prick between her soaking labia and sank his 
entire length to the hilt as he arched his back and thrust upwards.
The crowd cheered and Lucinda was convinced that Princess's rear feet 
left the ground as she let out a squeal of delight.
The pony girl regained her balance and sat back on each of his jolting 
thrusts. The wet sound of their coupling and the slapping of his balls 
filled the room. The crowd clapped louder with each thrust and some of 
the spectators rose to their feet calling out words of encouragement, as 
if they really needed any.
Lucinda couldn't have stood if she'd tried to. She felt like a jelly and 
sank further into a hyper-aroused puddle as she fully appreciated why 
the stallions were rewarded for their stamina.
The guy was unstoppable. He drove into the girl again and again, and 
really did lift her legs off the ground such that only her vagina and 
hands supported her on many occasions. From the sounds of pleasure she 
emitted in rising and falling waves, Lucinda concluded that she had 
probably climaxed from the very first penetration and was being held in 
a state of near continuous orgasm.
Lucinda was very, very jealous as she gazed at his muscled thighs and 
buttocks rippling before her wishing that, instead, they were rippling 
behind her.
'Oh my God!' she muttered again, 'This is fucking amazing!'
Peter laughed, amused by the blatantly obvious observation she'd just 
made.
'Amazing fucking too, my darling.'
Lucinda found herself joining in the chanting and bit on her knuckle as 
she also rose unsteadily to her feet.
Suddenly El threw back his head and magnificent mane, gritted his teeth 
and presented a profile of clenched jaw and utter bliss. His back 
arched, gripped her hips tight and, lifting them towards him with his 
knees bent and her feet hanging trembling in the air, he pumped his 
semen deep inside her. The crowd let out a huge roar and applauded.
Some bright spark shouted 'More!' and everyone laughed as Princess gave 
an exasperated, dazed look from a tangle of sweat-soaked hair.
The pair held their position until everyone had quietened down and the 
exhausted couple had regained their breath, then Princess sank to her 
elbows and knees and slid off his gradually deflating shaft.
A few sighs of delight came from the audience and another laugh and 
ripple of applause followed as a huge dollop of spent semen dripped out 
of her and splattered on the floor between her ankles.
'That'll take some explaining to the caretaker' thought Lucinda and was 
absurdly reminded of the joke about 'Come Dancing'.
El smiled then bowed and held out a hand to Princess to help her to her 
human feet only this time, she rested one fore-hoof on El's shoulder to 
steady herself. Then she beamed at the audience, crossed one hoofed foot 
over the other ankle and gave a little curtsey that caused another milky 
droplet to hit the floor. Again, the crown applauded wildly with many 
more cries of 'More!' and 'Encore!'
Lucinda half expected a little girl dressed in a tutu to appear carrying 
a huge bouquet of flowers at any moment. Instead Charles appeared like 
the director of a Corps de Ballet and thanked the pair who 
bowed/curtsied once more and trotted off hand in hoof.
'That's it folks. Thank you once again. I wish you all a safe journey 
home and look forward to seeing you at the Berkshire Trials in three 
weeks. Goodnight!'
Lucinda clapped and turned to Peter as the lights came on.
'Don't you dare say 'Well?'' she warned.
As his mouth opened mutely, she added,
'You have me. Hook, line and sopping wet sinker. I want that!' she 
pointed at where the two had performed, 'Now!'
He beamed and hugged her to him.
'Your wish is my command my little Princess.'
She grinned,
'Oh yes. I've also thought of a name. Lucky Lady. Because I am. I have 
you.'
'Aw' he said and shuffled his feet.
She grinned, hooked her arm into his and snuggled against him.
She noticed he still had her panties in his hands and had twisted them 
into a thin rope.
She was reminded of her vulnerability and state of arousal,
'Now' she said, 'about these living daylights that demand some serious 
attention...'






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