Pony Girl Racing

by Peter Loaf
- with the art of Synthean
- do not use without permission.



Sir Jeff’s big meeting, all the top teams
The prizes offered, the stuff of dreams
Mistress preparing
Our arms ensnaring
Pre race day jitters, our Mistress schemes

Rings in our nipples, arms in a sheathe
The tail invading, struggle to breathe
Poor anis stretching
Pony tail fetching
Tinkle bells jingle, hanging beneath

Hoof boots and bridle, our naked pride
Pony cart pulling, Mistress to ride
Puka pump swelling
Passion compelling
Ready set racing, the whip applied

Pony cart bouncing, kicking up dust
Straps splitting pussies, spiking our lust
To pony cart hitched
Our bare bottoms switched
Racing and chasing, Mistress we trust

Speed races over, still in the hunts
The cooze straps loosened, from burning cunts
Now the stump breaking
No break we’re taking
Passion dance showing, Mistress no dunce

The team points leaders, matched pair in black
Were a close second, but ten points back
Convincing performance
Vantage enormous
The bugle sounding, back to the track

A pulling contest, dragging a load
The stone boats waiting, the longest road
The cooze strap hitching
Hot clitty itching
Starting gun cracking, cattle prod goad

Clitty strap mashing, keeping the strain
The stone boat heavy, mind blanking pain
Our Mistress whipping
The stone boat slipping
The blacks are leading, we start to gain

Pony girl racing, fantasies fed
Pussy juice squirting, surging ahead
Finish line flashing
The prize check cashing
Three happy women, fall into bed