Ride 'em Cowboy!

Rarity decided to go next.  She dug through the box and showed the girls what was

on the paper. Again, roaring laughter ensued. “Go get em, “ Dash said, and prodded her in

the side.  Rarity let out one final moan of disgust and downed two more drinks before going to find

Braeburn. He was talking loudly with some friends, and was more than pleased when Rarity

approached him. She took him by the hoof and led him into a bedroom.

“I’m all yours master.” She said, and stood still.

In the room was riding tack- a saddle, reins, ropes, a whip, and  hobbles.  Braeburn picked up

the whip and slapped in on Rarity’s back. “THAT was fast!” Rarity thought to herself.  She

winced but she didn’t let him see her reaction..she couldn’t believe how bad that STUNG.

Braeburn didn’t say a word, he put the rope around her neck and yanked on it, leading her to a

corner of the room.

He tied her up to the doorknob, whipped her a few times, and put a bridle on and a bit in her

mouth. When he was done he whipped her some more.

Rarity flinched and Braeburn whipped her again. “DO NOT MOVE,” he said, “You hold perfectly

still or get the whip again.” He put hobbles on both her front and back legs.

Rarity held still. A few times she accidentally shuffled her feet and swatted her tail, and

Braeburn was on her in a second with his stinging whip.  He pulled her clothes off, and tossed

the saddle on her back. It was big, heavy, and awkward feeling.  “How on Earth could horses do

anything with this ridiculous thing on?” Rarity wondered..   Braeburn cinched it up extra tight

around her waist and pulled on it to make sure it wouldn’t come off.

“Now..” he said with a grin, “for a warm up.”  He yanked her reins and tied her head up so she

couldn’t look down, and started to whip her again.  Everytime she flinched she got another one,

and another one, and by this time he was hard as a rock.

He pulled up her tail and tied it tight with twine, tied it to the saddlehorn, then he walked

behind her and slapped her ass.  He stood up on his back legs and rubbed his dick flush

with her anus.  “Look at you,” he hissed at her, “ just look how dominated you are.  How does

it feel to know that all I do to you is use you?  I use you to fuck, I use you to ride, and I'm going

to keep using you until you can’t stand anymore. Then I'm going to toss you out and get another

pony.”

“Y...yes master..” Rarity whispered, and got the whip again.

Braeburn got a little more aggressive rubbing his dick against her ass, he reached down with his

hoof and inside her pussy he went. moving it around in circles, roughly pushing it in and out and

scraping her vagina walls with his hoof.  She closed her eyes tight and bit down on the bar in

her mouth.

He took out his hoof and rubbed his dick on her pussy, to get it nice and wet, and then he

plunged his dick in her ass.  It was tight in there, and soft, and silky, and hugged him like it was

waiting for him.

.  When he pulled in and out the friction was so stimulating, he could feel every vein in his cock

protruding. He put his hoof right by her hole and everytime he pulled out

he would run over the head with his hoof. “MMMM” he grunted as he fucked her. He held onto

the saddle for support so he could thrust  harder and stronger. It turned him on as it pushed and

pulled along her back, Rarity looked so damn good as a lowly beast of burden, and he was

definitely going to burden her tonight. With every thrust he grunted, and with every pull he

moaned. He  grabbed onto the reins and pulled, pulling Rarity’s head back further. He rubbed

her neck with his hoof,  first gently and then rough, escalating to the use of the whip again.

Braeburn's dick was throbbing inside her, he could feel every inch of it sliding against her

sensitive anal walls. the shaft tearing the tiny little blood vessels, and stretching her out like it

was made of rubber. Rarity just stood still, her eyes closed, her teeth clamped down hard on

the bit.

She was helpless under his command, helpless and hobbled and completely bound and

powerless to his brutality.

Braeburn stuck his dick in as far as he could, stood up on his tiphooves and rubbed his balls

against her ass. He could feel them warming up and preparing for ejaculation.  He watched

intently as his balls gently hit her white ass, and started to thrust as hard as he could. He fucked

her so hard she almost fell over.

He pulled on the saddle and pushed, pulled, and came with a great explosion. He pulled out and

watched the cum dripping down her ass. He wasted no time continuing his conquest.

Braeburn untied the reins and  took off the hobbles.  He swung his leg around her and got in the

saddle.  She nearly fell, legs splayed, on the floor, but she righted herself and stood strong,

ready for what was about to come. Braeburn kicked her hard in her side and she started

walking. He wanted to try her out before he  really took her for a ride. He pulled left on the reins

and she turned. She tried not the gag on the bit in her mouth, it was pinching her cheek and she

kept licking it. “You can do this Rarity, “ she told herself, and felt the reins tug to the right.

Braeburn grabbed the whip on the way out the door, and rode through the party, everyone

cheering him on.  Rarity was told to walk over to the door and open it to go outside.

Once outside, Braeburn kicked her again, this time harder, and she ran, she ran as fast as she

could. Braeburn took his hat off and waved it in the air. “Yahoo!” he shouted, and kicked her

sides as hard as he could.  “Giddyup horsie!” He told her, and cracked the whip on her neck.

Rarity ran fast, actually surprising herself at how fast she could run.  Braeburn just kept kicking

her and cracking the whip on her behind, yanking on the reins to force her left and right and left

again, riding her hard, over streams, through a meadow, up and down hills. By this time Rarity

was sweating, she could feel it literally dripping off her back and down her neck. Her back was

on fire, especially underneath the heavy saddle, and with Braeburn in it, it was nearly

unbearable.  Her sides were beginning to get sore, and every sharp kick he made to them

it was comparable to an electric shock.  She couldn’t help but to slow down, her heart was

beating fast, and her legs were growing weak. Braeburn was not having this.

  He forcefully kicked her and used the whip, cracking it on her already raw ass and neck.

“Getup!! Get going! I didn’t say you could slow down!”

Rarity picked up the pace again and ran.

Braeburn rode her through town, receiving quite a few questioning stares and bringing forth

a few smirks from the towns ponies.

Braeburn yanked hard on the reins and her head pulled back. “Slow down.” He ordered, and to

Rarity’s relief he allowed her to slow down to a trot.

“I bet you’re getting tired,” he said to her, “too bad for you we’re just getting started.” and

down came the whip on her red, raw behind.

Rarity plugged on, her sides were sore from his constant kicking, the bit in her mouth made it

sore and she wondered what on earth made Pinkie Pie want to throw a party like this and why

she agreed to it.

Braeburn rode her around for another hour, making her run, then slowing her  down to a trot,

yanking tightly on the reins to force her different directions, sitting tight and snug in the saddle.

“This is nice,” he said, “ I feel good. I think Im going to ride all night, Maybe I’l go get me

a mare, that’s it...I’ll get me a mare and she can get on and ride, too….maybe I’ll fuck her right

here on your back.”  Much to Rarity’s relief, he wasn't’ serious and

his threat was an empty one, and  to Rarity’s liking he started to head back toward the party.Rarity

was utterly exhausted.  She certainly gained a new respect for the working ponies, that was for

sure!

Braeburn whipped her and made her run one final time,  not allowing her to slow up one little bit.

Finally she stopped. “Get going!” Braeburn said, and kicked her again and again. Rarity took a

few steps and collapsed, she just couldn’t go on any longer.

Braeburn, still sitting on her, tried to make her get up but she just couldn't do it.

“Good, you’re nice and worn out,” he told her, and got off, slapped her ass, and pulled her back

legs apart.  He tied her reins to a nearby tree so she couldn’t move her head.

By this time his dick was hard again and he had no trouble ramming it in her pussy.  Her

sweat made it nice and slippery and it slid in with no resistance. Her pussy was tight, it felt

so good as it hugged him, and the wetness made it soft and squishy.  She was breathing hard

and heavy, she was absolutely exhausted, and Braeburn took advantage of that as he fucked

her good.  “Rub my balls,” he whispered in her ear.  She gently rubbed them between her two

front hooves, making them hot, bothered, and full.

He pounded her for a long, long, time, enjoying her submission, and enjoying seeing the whip

marks all over her body. He liked the way the sweat dripped down from under the saddle, and

he enjoyed seeing her head tied up at an uncomfortable angle.

He knew he was going to cum soon, so he fucked her fast and furiously, moving his dick inside

her pussy to hit every inch of it. He located her clit and pounded on it with his dick.  Rarity was

too exhausted to participate, though she did enjoy it.

Braeburn pulled out and rubbed his dick while he came in her eyes. The semen burned her

eyes and she had a hard time keeping them open.  He untied her reins, got back  in the saddle

and whipped her some more.  “Come on,” he said, “get up and get moving, I'm almost done with

you but I want one last run before I let you rest.”

Rarity cried out when he kicked her, her sides were so sore, her back end was bleeding from

the whip and was in intense, burning pain.  She mustered up all her strength to carry him back

to the party.

Rarity arrived back at the party exhausted.  Sweat poured off her body, and her back felt like it

was on fire from the saddle. When they got to the front door, Pinkie PIe opened it and let them

come inside, Braeburn riding her back to the bedroom. Once inside he dismounted.  He walked

around her and stared her down. “Your performance tonight was acceptable. I had a good ride.”

He took the bit out of her mouth and she licked her lips.  It felt liberating to have that thing out of

her mouth.

Braeburn unbuckled the saddle straps and pulled it off her. Her back was drenched with sweat.

She had never felt as good as she did that moment the saddle came off. She was so hot, she

didn’t think she would ever cool down.  “I wish I could ride you every day.” Braeburn said, “ and

make you my work horse.”

Rarity winked.  She sure as hell didn’t wish that. Braeburn left the room, leaving her panting,

sweating, drained, and sore all over.

He closed the door behind him and Rarity could hear him laughing with the other guests,

bragging about his long, hard pony ride.