Author's Note

Sassy Saddles's POV

A Pink Ride: 2

Pinkie Pie had been caressing my new saddle for minutes at a time, on and off for a good long while; which had distracted and excited me to the point where I almost feel as if I had been melting from the hot feelings.

Of course I had noticed how shiny the new, black saddle is as I accepted the gift from Pinkie Pie; even if I had failed to noticed the exciting glow to it as it is now.

I like to imagine that it is the gentle caress of Pinkie Pie that excited me so, as opposed to mere touch from any Pony or anything else that briefly came into contact with my new saddle. I am not in the state that permitted me the critical comparison right now, after the seductive touches she had applied to me through the saddle.

If I had known what had gone into the glistering black rubber saddle she so generously gave me, would I have accepted the gift; considering the effect it is having on me now? I have no idea, and I guess I don’t want to know; ever.

Who knew a saddle could be sensitive? The way my new saddle is more than merely sensitive, it is downright excitable as if she had been touching me directly. Besides, now is too late to resist her advances; what ever her intended goal may be.

“How about I take you out for a short trot outside? You look as if you could make good use of some fresh air!” Pinkie Pie suggested generously, with a warm smile spreading all over her face.

“Thank you for suggesting it; I certainly feel as if the fresh air would be good for me, right now. If you would like to follow me out; that would please me immensely too, right now!” I responded, with a giggle to my voice.

“Thanks for offering, some fresh air and a moment to stretch my legs would be great!” she responded.

“It isn’t as if I could just throw you out, or leave you behind, Pinkie. The fresh air should be good for the both of us!” I prompted, as I trotted to the door.

“Wait, you need to put the boots on!” Pinkie Pie suggested, just before I reached the door on my way out.

“Thank you for reminding me, Pinkie Pie!” I responded, before I slipped the boots on.

“And this!” she pronounced, as she slipped the muzzle over my face and pressed a rubber bit into my mouth.

“Oh!” I pondered.

“I better dash for the door before she has the time for more I need to wear!” I continued as I opened the door and slipped out.

“Uhm!” I mumbled; but the words couldn’t escape my mouth as the bit is preventing coherent speech, as it turned out.

“Okelay, dokelay; time for your little trot!” she exclaimed as she closed the door to my home and locked the door behind herself.

I just nodded quietly, doing without the voice I commonly used. If this is how she had pictured it and purposefully made it happen, but right now is not the time to protest. Besides, I feel an urge and a need to have the walk right now.

She is holding what at first is looking like a dog’s leach, while there are a few details that are off. The rope is attached to the halter around my head, naturally, but I guess that part should have been painfully obvious already.

While I may feel the pressure of the halter on the skin of my head, but I barely do feel a tug from her hoof, as she is leading me gently down the street.

Her muzzle is intermittently teasing my saddle as she is following me along the street, not that I would have protested to it any other day even if I could have done so. Maybe it is just feeling too good to complain? I feel excited by her by my side as she is leading me, to wherever she is going.

“Why does she keep teasing me, and never permit me to grow cold or actually have a single orgasm?” I pondered, quietly; without trying to pronounce a single word of it.

Of course, it is pointless to try to speak with the bit in my mouth and the halter firmly around my head as she is walking me. The more I struggled to open my mouth or even part my lips, the tighter the halter was growing; I just knew it, even if I never really challenged her halter.

She guarded me closely, but this never prevented me from growing wet in the process. Or is her attention what made me wet in the first place.

The cool, fresh air truly is doing me all the good I had been expected, while she is by my side; I can’t shake it, and I certainly couldn’t outrun her. Why bother? Yet, how did I come to the conclusion? How could I be so certain of the one fact she had never truly told me?

I just nodded to her and looked her in the eye, as to make a point of not saying what I knew I couldn’t say.

“Of course, Sassy! Are you nervocited too?” she filled in, uncaracteristically quiet.

With just but the one side glance; it struck me, just how casually she is holding the halter in her hoof, on the side closer to me. As if it was normal, and knowing none was to even notice. Then she leered at me, winking knowingly.

Had I been to Ponyville, I guess she would have been giggling; yet now she merely greet every last Pony to come into view of us. She was acting as if she had been the Unicorn of Canterlot, while I was the mere Earth Pony from some far-flung rural community they never had heard about.

Somewhere along the way, it struck me that she knew Ponies far above what one may expect. Rarity had introduced her to me, on the occasion when I was helping her opening her Carousel Boutique. Princess Twilight Sparkle had been there and demonstrated that dress. Her exuberance had masked the trick well, but she knew the other Princesses first hoof, and surprisingly intimately.

As I next looked into her eyes, I saw the first hint of what she is; not the mere Earth Pony, but something more, something far greater.

“Maybe Friend is the word for you!” I quietly mouthed through sealed lips and looked up to her with expectation in my eyes.

“Yes, Silly Saddles. Every Pony calls me that!” she prompted in a somber, yet excited voice.

What came next, is a shock as hard as if a meteorite had hit my head. The pink mare is taking off, flying a foot off of the ground, while I noted how her tail and mane spun like propellers.

“How does she do that?” I pondered, knowing I couldn’t ask her right now.

One instant, Pinkie Pie had been flying beside me, halter in hoof; the next instant I felt the full weight of her body, squarely on the saddle she placed on my back.

In the instant of shock, I tried to buck; yet there was no way to get the weight off of my back and the saddle proved too true a fit to even slip a fraction of and inch.

I feel her rump on the back of the saddle, and noticed how she had managed to swap the leach to the proper halter one may use if riding a Horse. Even if I never knew the details. There had been images floating through the air before me, like specters trying to explain the impossible to me.

Another shock hit home, as I came; I had been hot and even wet, from the moment she placed the saddle on my back and started to tease me. Instead of but the hoof idly teasing me, she had replaced it with the full weight of herself and left the pretenses of teasing me.

Instead of just feeling the weight through the saddle, or the pressure of her on my back, I now feel her curiously acutely, as she is squeezing down on both sides of the saddle.

In excitement, I pick up speed, yet never leave the trot for a faster canter. All of a sudden, she had made me feel wild and free. She said nothing, she never had to. Just a small tug to one side of the halter, or a tentative increase of pressure to one hoof on my belly and I made the turn she asked me to.

As a proper Unicorn mare, I never knew the freedom or how exhilarating this could be. Even if there is a chance she had pushed me in the direction all along. Of course she had distracted my attention and pushed me towards where she wanted to go, and I had gone along with it as if it had been what I wanted all along. She knew me far too well. I should have been scared. Well, shouldn’t I?

Bit by bit, her distraction and attention wore me down. With no overtly obvious reason, she could tease me to her heart’s content, even in plain sight. Acting on her incentives, and cues, I did not need to bother with anything around me. She even managed to distract me from myself and paying attention to what I feel or where she had been leading me off to.

Thankfully, she had managed to take me back before the inevitable dawned upon me and I would collapse on the street, with her on my back. At this time, my heart is pounding heard and I am breathing heavily.

She had jumped off of my back and walked me back to the door; before she opened it and followed me inside and closed the door after herself.

After but that single knowing glance she followed me to my bed and helped me climb up, before she helped me find a comfortable position on the top of the bed.

I could clearly feel her hoof patting me on my head for a long while, before she slipped the halter off of my head.