It's been exactly one month since Shelley moved in with me. I'm supposed to be her "master" but sometimes it seems like things are the other way around. I now see why she mentioned her ex-boyfriend left her for "another" bitch; because she certainly can do her share of it and then some. The "sweet" Southern drawl that I loved when I first met her now makes her sound like a hick and she's completely taken over my household. Everywhere I look I see her influence, from the bathroom to the bedroom. It all screams woman now. I shoulda known this was coming; women are still women, even the submissive ones.

There are some upsides to our relationship, though. The girl can fuck like no other girl on the planet. She loves sex even more than I do. Just that one thing alone is certainly enough to keep her around but there's more benefits to her presence. What a fantastic ponygirl she is! Shelley is energetic, ready to please her master at any time, has endurance, looks fantastic in any pony outfit and absolutely loves it.

We've had so much fun cavorting around my condo. She really enjoys the four-legged riding. She can buck and rear for me before I tame her, which I always do. A good session is almost one hour long! I tell you, the girl has stamina. The downstairs neighbors hate both of us. I can't imagine why: just because they hear whinnying at night and ponygirl prancing? Afterwards, they get to listen to Shelley scream out during the heat of passion as she's being laid again and again. You see, my lover is quite vocal when she's aroused, which happens to be every night. What's the problem here? We're just two kids having some fun. What's wrong with that? Yep, they absolutely fucking hate us. Oh well, that's their problem.

Yes sir, I'll keep Shelley as long as she'll have me, even with some of the down-side. I guess all couples have their moments. The good times certainly outweigh the bad ones.

Tonight, I'm sitting here at home alone watching the tube. Since tomorrow is the monthly Ponygirl show out in the sticks, I asked Brianna and Betty to spend the night with us. We have to get up pretty early tomorrow, so it's best to have all my ponygirls together. I told them that they should have a short girl's night out for some bonding without me and they took me up on my offer. I must say I'm a little worried about my entire stable out on the town without me, but I felt it was necessary for them. I need to build trust between us all and I think this is a good start.

True to her word, Shelley has been working with both of the girls. They get weight work, aerobics, jogging, and of course, ponygirl training from both myself and Shelley. Each girl has her own program and diet designed for her individual needs.

What a difference it has made for both of them. Brianna has gained six pounds of muscle and is so proud of herself. Betty has lost nine pounds and it shows in the curves she's starting to exhibit.

Shelley took both of them to her hair dresser and they both got very chic, stylish cuts with some color highlights. This has them excited and feeling much better about themselves. I've noticed the confidence and happiness with both of them over the last four weeks. Shelley didn't exaggerate, she told them they would show quick results and she was right. It's really been fun to watch it all happen right before my eyes.

I've been working out and jogging with them, as well. I lost seven pounds of fat and replaced it with muscle. Becoming a little lighter makes it easier for the ponygirls to carry me and I can get better work from them. Overall, I think it's been a win-win situation for everyone involved. I really like the fact that I no longer have to pay for my ponygirls now. Both of them agreed to do it for free because Shelley has become their personal trainer and doesn't charge them. They've also become pretty good friends now and I like that.

Here they are at the door now, giggling and being chatty as they come in. I can tell all three of them are half-drunk and completely silly. "Hey master, youesh gonna show ush who's bosh now, huh?" Shelley quips. "He rides me firsch," Brianna chirps out. "Ohhh noo, heesh's my rider theesh time, I'm the besh ponegirl here," shouts out Betty.

"OK girls, all of you are gonna be well-ridden tomorrow. You know I'll see to that. No ponygirl rides tonight, we've got a hard day in front of us so let's try to get some sleep," I mention to them.

"Haay, are weesh all sleepin together in theesh same bed, mashter? Brianna asks. "I think wee should."

"No, Brianna, you and Betty will have the spare bedroom. Shelley and I will be in the master bedroom," I answer.

"Heeey, doesh they call ish a masher bedroom cauz you, you ar our masher?" Betty inquires.

'I think thash kinna funny, don't use?" as she goes into a big giggle that the other two girls join in.

Obviously, I was wrong about my previous statement. They're not half-drunk; they're all the way drunk and then some. This situation is going to be tricky, I can tell.

"I guess there is some irony there, Betty. I think they call it that because it's the customary bedroom for the head of the household, the master of the house. Anyhow, you girls should try to get some sleep; we'll see you bright and early in the morning. Good night, girls."

"You don't get away thash eashy, masher. We goils talked about thesh among ushelves. You're going to fuck all threesh of ush, right now!" Brianna garbles out. "Leesh go, into the masher bedroom, all of ush!

"Brianna, of course I care about both you and Betty; but Shelley is my steady and it's not fair to her," I answer as I look to Shelley to help me out here. She helps, all right; "Get inna that bedroom masher and fuck theesh two goils! You screw me multiply timesh every night, sooo ish time to tend to ur stable! Get in there, now!" she yells. All three girls nod their heads in unison as I think, "Oh well, you know what you gotta do now, cowboy."

"OK girls, in you go and get ready for some fun," I promise them. We all march into the bedroom and the girls start stripping. After all the clothes are on the floor, Shelley and Brianna start to make out. Hmmm, this is a new twist; Shelley never mentioned to me that she liked girls too. This may work out after all.

Betty lies down in the bed and I get on top of her as we start to kiss. She really has soft lips and is a wonderful kisser. I fondle her nipples first before I go down to suck on them. She has nice tits that aren't too large or too small. After I've had my fill of that, it's time to get down to business. I go down and start massaging her clit with my tongue. Betty really gets into it and the moans come out of her at a rapid pace.

I think she's just about ready for me and strap on the obligatory condom before entering her. Her pussy is hot, wet, tight and ready to be stroked. After going slowly at first, I start giving it to her deeper and harder as she starts to buck for me. This is a great turn-on and she's now getting my throbbing cock hammered into her obliging cunt.

Brianna and Shelley are beside us and stop their lovemaking to offer their support. "Go masher, show that goil who's the man of the house," Shelley quips out. "Fuck her harder, masher," Brianna yells. "You can do it, make her come NOW!"

Betty is starting to moan and cry out as if she's trying to knock the pictures off the wall. I'm thinking of Peter Gabriel's ultimate fucking song and truly giving her the "sledgehammer." I'm flat out stroking this big girl for everything I'm worth when the red lights come on and I explode into her hot pussy. Betty starts shaking and tensing up as she goes into her orgasm. I love it when two people just get the perfect timing and we both get off at once.

Brianna and Shelley both cheer us on like a couple of high-school pep squad members. I kind of like the enthusiasm both of the girls show. "Waytago masher, that's showing her! You da man!" Brianna squeals.

I start to get up to take care of the disposal process for the condom but before I leave the room I have to say something: "Brianna, get ready, because you're next, girl!"

"I am," she answers. "Oh yes, you are, young lady. Prepare yourself to get laid and get it but good. I'm coming back for you, my love."

Shelley and Brianna look at each other and they both giggle. "OK," Brianna says. "Show me whoosh the bosh is." "Oh, I will, believe me when I tell you this. I'm gonna spread your pussy lips open like they've never been spread before. I leave the room to go flush the evidence and prepare to show Brianna what sex is all about.

After a great love-making session with Brianna, (yes, I did show her who the boss is,) it's time to go to sleep. All three girls are cozy and snuggled in as they snooze away. They need their sleep now because tomorrow they're going to work for their master hard as real, live ponygirls!

The alarm comes way too soon and I shut it off to not wake them up. I figure I'll let them sleep in as long as possible after their big drunk last night. It's time to get a big pot of coffee and some breakfast going so into the kitchen I go.

I love the smell of bacon frying and coffee brewing. It's the start of what is to be a grand day. There's nothing like the anticipation of a big ponygirl event to juice up the excitement.

"C'mon girls, time to get up and eat breakfast. I've got everything fixed and ready for you." I have to shake all three of the girls to get them moving but they slowly crawl out of bed. "Listen, you can all sleep in the car on the drive over. Everything was loaded up last night while you were out having fun. It's time for my fun now, its ponygirl day!"

The girls eventually get up and come in to eat. All three of them aren't feeling too great right now, but they'll come around after some food and coffee. We all eat and go ahead and get into the car. It's a good drive out to the pony farm but Shelley gave me good directions and off we go. I've got a symphony of snoozes from the girls as we cruise down the road. We won't be catching a ride in Dan's bus this time. There aren't any newcomers this month and Dan can't afford the diesel anyhow.

After more than an hour we come up to the entrance gate. I punch in the code to open it and we're pulling up to the stable. There're quite a few people already here as I open the car doors for my now-awake, soon to be steeds. They get out and start stretching as they squint with the morning sun.

"Oh crap, I think I drank too much last night," Brianna moans. "Me too," mentions Betty. "That makes it unanimous, "says Shelley. "My head feels like a vice is squeezing it."

"Listen girls, here's some Advil and be sure to drink lots of water. That'll make you feel better. I'm glad you all had fun, though. Try to take it a little easier next time."

I'm almost struck by an old sedan that pulls up next to us. I start to say something to the driver when I see that it's Aaron and his two girls. I guess he decided NOT to bring the Bentley this time around. I suppose a good vandalizing will make you do that.

He pops out of the old clunker and his stable gets out with him. I swear his ponygirls are absolutely gorgeous. Trista is about 22 years old, model-quality beautiful, with thick, brunette hair about half way down her back. She has luscious lips with pretty green eyes. She's about 5'4" tall, 115 lbs, perfect 34C tits, and really strong legs. She just has "cheerleader" written all over her. Brittney is a much bigger girl, early twenties, probably six foot tall, absolutely stunningly beautiful, with deep blue eyes. She has long, wavy blond hair that hangs almost to her waist. Her legs are powerful with the nicest hips I've ever seen on a woman. The natural 38D's are impressive, as well. I can't help but notice a couple of bruises on both girls' arms and legs that bother me.

Aaron looks at me like he's pissed at me. I realize he could still be holding a grudge about Betty knocking Trista over during the Polo match. "Listen Aaron, it's good to see you. I want to apologize once again about Betty's behavior last month. That was totally uncalled for and I assure you, it won't happen again, RIGHT Betty?" "I'm sorry, Aaron. I apologize, Trista," she sheepishly answers. Aaron looks right at me and thumps his finger into my chest, "you just keep your pig away from me and my girls, dickface," he shouts out.

"Now Aaron, don't be too hard on the poor girl. She's just jealous of all this," Trista coos out as she runs her hands down her fine-ass body while wiggling her sweet ass for us. Betty starts to move forward to smack the girl when Shelley and I both grab her to hold her back. Lucky for Trista or even Aaron that we do, Betty can kick both their asses at the same time!

"Listen fucker, you keep that cow away from us if you know what's good for you! If I find out you had anything to do with my Bentley being trashed last month, I'll fuck you up, dick for brains," Aaron yells at me.

"Listen buddy, I don't know anything about your car," I lie (But hey, I didn't trash it, I just know who did!) "Once again, I'm sorry about what happened during the Polo Match last month, I can't take that back. It won't happen again. Let's try to get along, OK?" I then extend my arm out to try to shake Aaron's hand and he makes a noise like he's going to spit in it. Of course, I pull it away and immediately think of Bug's Bunny's infamous line, "This means WAR!" "Shut up, you piece of shit," Aaron shouts out at me as he starts to walk away. Both his girls give us the dumb broad looks of "we're so better than all of you" as Trista sticks out her tongue for all of us to see as she turns away.

"Don't let it get to you, ladies. We'll just show them who's boss at the games today! You know all of them have been spoiled their entire life. Fuck them all, we're above their childishness," I tell the girls. I'm thinking of what I'd do with either of his ponygirls if they were mine. The only spoiling that would happen is for me! I whisper to Shelley, "I know what you're thinking Miss Cook. Don't fuck up their food even though they all deserve it." Shelley laughs, "We think alike, don't we? OK, I won't pull the Visine trick on them, I promise." "You don't have your fingers crossed do you, or your toes?" I ask her. "You really do know me well, don't you? I promise, no tricks, you have my word."

Just then, Dan walks up to us and welcomes us back for the event. He shakes my hand and hugs his niece, Shelley. Dan has come over for dinner a couple of times and he really isn't a bad guy. He's a little awkward socially and I'm sure he can be a real cock-sucker (i.e., Aaron's Bentley!) Fortunately, I'm pretty sure he likes me OK.

Shelley is still the cook and the MC so I can't use her as a ponygirl during any morning competition. I do get her during the afternoon for a couple of events, at least.

One event that I'm really looking forward to is the Steeplechase Race. They've already set the track up and it looks pretty cool. What they did was cut down a few small pine trees from the property. They've laid the trunks down on the pasture and made a track. It looks like the size is about one third as big as a high school running track. It's an oval, like a stock-car racetrack, with a tree trunk laying across it about every 50 feet or so. The trees are only about six-ten inches in diameter. They hammered a small stake to the inside of each log that's about two feet high. Then they attached nylon twine to each stake which ends up making an infield fence. There is different colored cloth strips nailed onto the ground to make up a staggered start, just like a real track and field event. The strips are about five feet from each other, vertically, in different lanes, and go up to eight starting positions. Each strip has a number spray-painted on the ground. Each pine tree trunk in the first turn has a color painted on it about two feet wide that is the same color as that lane's starting box. We'll be riding the ponygirls standing up on two legs. You have to jump your ponygirl over that color for the first turn. After that, you can maneuver to the inside of the track as long as you don't cut off or impede another contestant. We do one lap and the first one across the finish line wins the race. We'll have eight heat races with the winners competing in the final race. Win, place, and show, of course, all get ribbons. This event will take place about two PM, so I'm sure my ponies will be in decent shape to compete well, I'm counting on Betty and of course, Shelley to carry us to victory!

The morning flies by with my ponies making a decent showing of themselves now that they're starting to get over their hangovers. I miss not being able to use Shelley but she's got work to do to help run things.

Lunch is delicious, of course, because my baby made it. In addition to being a great ponygirl, lover, and girlfriend, she's also a damn fine cook. I tell her how wonderful everything is and thank her again for all her work. Just a couple of events before the race that I'm not entered into and I get all three girls for the Steeplechase race.

It's getting close to two now and Dan starts collecting for the pool for the race. Buy-in is $20 per pony entered but you don't have to pay for all of your entrants to compete. Naturally, I know I can't win with Brianna, so I give Dan $40 to cover Betty and Shelley. I understand the payout is win, place and show-50%, 30%, and then 20% of the total pot with no money taken out. This is based on the finishing order of the ponygirls in the final race. If a rider doesn't have any money entered on a ponygirl that wins, places, or shows, he only gets the ribbon and not any cash. Whoever is next that's paid in will get that pot money. After Dan is finished collecting, he announces that the total pot money is exactly $700. I'm looking at Shelley real hard because we sure could use a cool $350 and she can win it for us.

Dan is not entered into the race because he's one of the judges. He also knows his poor ponygirls could never carry his fat-ass to any money so he's sitting this one out. Even though he's Shelley's uncle, he won't pull any BS to help us out. That's certainly OK by me because we're gonna win this one without anyone's help!

The standard rules apply just like any regular thoroughbred race. No cutting off or impeding other riders, excessive whipping or kicking will not be tolerated, no early starts, stay in your lane until after the first turn, and sportsmanship must be observed at all times.

We have eight heat races scheduled to determine the entrants in the final race. Obviously, you gotta win your heat race to get to the payout race. I've got Brianna scheduled to run in the first race so I'm getting her ready now.

We've drawn post number three which is starting on the green cloth. I've got her all tacked up and then I walk her out to the starting position. Just making it all the way around will be tough on her but she's determined to make it. Dan looks at all of us and we motion that we're ready. He yells out,"mount your ponies, gentlemen! Get ready, set" and BANG goes his starter pistol.

We're off and running in my first-ever steeplechase race. Brianna gets a firm swat with my crop to get her moving. She starts to jog for me but quickly starts blowing heavy even before she's reached the first jump. I'm starting to feel uneasy that she can't even get over the log, which is only about six inches in diameter. Brianna comes up to and jumps for all she's worth, just barely clearing it. She lets out a loud grunt as she goes over. I can see quickly how this is gonna go with her. "Listen Brianna; just try to finish the course. Walk along and simply step over the logs. If it gets to be too much for you, stop and I'll get off." She whinnies out her understanding and goes into a walk. I feel kind of stupid just watching all the other ponygirls as they move off into the distance but it's OK. She's a thin girl and it's very hard on her to carry me any distance, let alone clear logs with me mounted. She continues to simply move on with me on top of her. Just like I instructed her, she slowly steps over the logs as she comes to them. It seems like eternity but she's finally entered the last stretch. Brianna is panting and huffing but the girl is determined to finish. I hear Shelley yell out, "you can do it, ponygirl! Finish the race."

We finally reach the finish line, I quickly dismount, and Brianna is greeted with a cascade of whinnies, cheers and hand-clapping. Everyone has been watching her toil along and they're showing their appreciation for her not quitting. Some of the other ponygirls come over to hug her and offer their support. It's actually a touching moment and I'm starting to really feel welcome out here.

A few other races go by before it's time to mount up Betty. We're going off in the fourth race but there's a problem. We've drawn the eighth starting post. This means even though we start way out in front of the other contestants, we'll have to make sure that we're well-ahead after the first turn. We have to be in first because she needs to move to the inside of the track for the second, (and last turn. If we're on the outside, we'll be constantly losing ground to the other riders. We also can't interfere with any other ponygirls to accomplish this. I'm gonna have to run Betty hard early and hope she has enough to finish first.

Betty is saddled and I bring her out to the starting box. Dan shouts out, "riders, mount your ponies. Get set," and BANG goes his starter pistol.

CRACK goes my whip on Betty's ass. "Hee yah, ponygirl, get up now! Hee yah, hee yah, girl" is my command. Three sharp cracks of my whip sting my pony's flesh as I urge her on towards the first jump. "Move on now, Betty," I yell out. The first jump is coming up and my mount sails over the log with ease. I crack her again with the whip to keep my steed moving quickly. We must be in first place after the first turn at all costs. My pony doesn't disappoint me as she moves even faster towards the second jump. Up and over she goes with ease. I give her verbal kisses to move her along. I mean business and my mount must perform for me now. "Go girl, go," I yell out. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, sounds out my cutting whip on Betty's ass while I demand my horse to run even faster for her master. My mount screams out some whinnies of pain on these slashes but I can't be bothered with that now. She simply must move on strongly in order to win the race. The third jump is just at the end of the first turn and Betty takes it like a pro.

We've entered the backstretch in first place like I needed and it's time to move Betty to the inside of the track. I rein her towards the left to move in closer and my steed responds well. We've moved almost all the way to the inside when I notice another ponygirl and rider that're even with us. It's Aaron, riding Trista. I'm surprised that he can get so much out of a small mount like her but then I remember he's about 30 lbs lighter than me. Trista also has strong legs and I'm sure she's been athletic all her life.

Both riders and ponygirls look at each other with contempt. "Fuck you, dickhead," is Aaron's response to seeing both of us. "You'll never get the opportunity, inheritance-boy; because we're gonna smoke you two!" I answer out.

This is actually a trick by me to make Aaron lose his cool and it works. He starts whipping Trista and urging her on to get the lead. I know Trista will be too winded to make it to the finish line at this pace. We'll simply stay back and take the lead after they slow down.

I then pull on the reins to slow Betty to pace my horse. Unfortunately, she doesn't respond and starts racing with Trista. "SLOW DOWN, PONYGIRL!" I yell out as I pull even harder on the reins. I get nothing from Betty as she and Trista start running at full-speed against each other. Even Aaron has figured out what the result of this will be and he starts reining back Trista to slow down. Neither girl responds and this is not looking good at all.

Then, I catch it. I can see the gleam in Betty's eye and start to feel it happen. She starts to dip her left shoulder and I know what's about to go down. I can't allow her to do it again. Even though Aaron and Trista are both jerks I will not put up with this behavior from Betty. Sure enough, I sense Betty starting her move to knock over Trista and Aaron yet again. I don't understand why she hates Trista so much but she does. Betty starts cutting to the left to make the bump and I HARD-rein her back to the right and kick her angrily on the right leg to force her back into the proper lane. I will NOT allow Betty to pull this shit again under any circumstances. She screams out in agony from her bit as she maneuvers away from the other ponygirl and rider for me.

I pull her so hard to the right that she's starting to stumble some. I then see that Betty is not in position to make the jump over the log that's coming up very quickly. "Get ready for the jump, Betty," I shout out to her but it's too late. She then trips on the log and what happens next is horrible. Betty falls face-down into the ground with all my weight on top of her. I hear a collective gasp from the spectators as I quickly dismount my fallen steed.

Betty is now crying uncontrollably as I quickly take off her bridle and saddle. Blood is pouring out of a nasty gash on her cheek and out of her mouth. "I'm so sorry, Betty," I cry out. "I couldn't let you knock them over again. I had to stop you."

Spectators come all around us to help as I'm putting pressure on her wounds to try to stop the bleeding. It's still pouring out but not as bad.

We all help Betty over to a chair to sit down. People start bringing over ice packs to help reduce the swelling. The place has become energized with helping out my injured girl.

A man introduces himself as Dr. Richard Ziglar and brings over his bag. Dan has come to us and mentions to us that this is the ER doctor he was telling me about on my first visit to the ranch. "Don't worry, Betty. The doc will fix you up just fine. You'll be OK,"Dan assures her.

The doctor does a thorough exam of Betty and determines that thankfully, nothing is broken and she doesn't have a concussion. However, her gash will need sutures and cleaning out. He has everything here to do that and will only charge for items used and a reduced-fee office visit to take out the sutures. Betty is assured by Shelley that the doc does great work and she won't even have a scar.

Betty is scared and hurting but she agrees to go ahead and let the doc work on her. She then gets a nice little sedative from the doctor's needle to settle her down some.

Everyone is coming over to see how she is and wish their good luck. Everyone except for one group: Aaron comes over to us still mounted on Trista. They finished next to last in the race and he's not happy at all about the way it went down. "I TOLD you to keep your pig away from us, fucker! Because of you two, we lost the race. You should at least give us our entry fee back since it was your fault we lost," Aaron shouts at me. I answer "Here, take your $20. It wasn't me that caused your mount to take off at a run too early, but just take the money and get lost," He grabs the bill and Trista points out at Betty and laughs through her bit. Her rider then snorts at both of us as he reins his hot little steed away.

"Don't let them get to you, Betty. They're just pissed about what happened. Actually, you did knock them over last month and you were going to do it again if I hadn't stopped you. What gives here?" I ask.

Betty kinda looks down at the ground as she softly answers, "she was right this morning when she said it, I am jealous. She's everything I've never been as a woman and I envy her and what she has. I know it's a shitty way to be, but I just couldn't help myself."

Shelley then gives her a big hug. "Listen girl, you're gonna be hotter than that little bimbo ever hoped to be after I'm finished with you. Every day you exercise, you look better and sexier. You'll be fine, I assure you."

Dan and the rest of the officials are very concerned about the accident and have decided to take a break to discuss possibly canceling the rest of the races. "Listen up everyone, let's all take a break for about twenty minutes or so. Masters, go ahead and remove all the bridles and let your ponygirls chill out for a little while. We need to discuss this."

In the next couple of minutes, you hear nothing but conversation going on. Everyone is buzzing about what just happened and what will happen next. Almost every single ponygirl and master come by to see how Betty is doing and offer their encouragement. Many of the ponygirls hold her hand as they introduce themselves and get her phone number. It's a nice sight to see how welcome they're making her feel.

Betty calls Dan over to talk to him. "Please Dan, don't cancel the race because of me. It was my fault that I got hurt. I was going to knock over Trista and Aaron because of my jealousy. Thankfully, my master prevented that from happening but this was the result. Please, will you go on with the races, for me?"

Dan goes ahead and agrees with her not to cancel the event. He decides another ten minutes or so of break-time and then we'll go ahead and finish up.

One girl comes over slowly and stands in front of where Betty is sitting. It's Trista and you can tell she's a little upset. "Um Betty, I'm awfully sorry that you got hurt. But listen, I've never done anything bad to you and you seem to hate me. I guess I was a little out of line this morning when we talked. But you knocked me over during the Polo Match last month and you were going to knock me over again. I could've gotten seriously hurt if your master hadn't turned you away. What gives?"

Betty can barely look Trista in the eyes as she says, "I'm sorry, you were dead on this morning when you said I was just jealous. The truth is, I am. You represent everything I've ever wanted in life for physical beauty. You're absolutely gorgeous and I'm not. I guess I was just being an insecure bully. You don't have to forgive me and I don't blame you if you don't, but I'm truly ashamed of my behavior. Believe me, I'm so sorry, and it won't happen again."

You can see both girls eyes start to well up as the tears start to flow. Both of them are now crying and hugging each other. "It's OK, we can work through it and be friends. It'll be all right," says Trista in-between her sobs.

Betty manages a smile with her now-quivering lips and vows to be a big sister to Trista. "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Both girls hug for a few minutes and let it get out of their systems when I hear an all too familiar voice. "Trista, you stupid bitch, get over her NOW," yells Aaron. "Don't you ever sneak away from me again, you little whore. Get back with Brittney and shut your mouth. You'll pay dearly for all this when we get back home, I assure you!"

A scared little Trista immediately scoots off to her proper place. Aaron glares angrily at Betty and me when Dan steps in. "Listen buddy, you're still quite new out here and still very much on probation. If I see any abuse from you to your ponies you'll never set foot out here again. That'll be AFTER I kick your scrawny ass."

He gives a slight nod of acknowledgement to Dan before quickly walking away. Even with his money, he knows better than to mess with him.

Breaks now over so Dan uses the bullhorn, "time to resume the races, everyone. Masters, get your ponygirls in character. Race five participants come over to the starting line."

People start scurrying around and it's time to resume the ponygirl games. I'll be riding Shelley in the sixth race so we say our goodbyes to Betty as we prepare to get ready. Brianna and a couple of other girls will stay with her until we leave. Of course, we'll take off and go home after the race is over. I look at Shelley and she looks at me and we both know what's up. It's time to go out there and win it all for Betty!

Race six is about to begin and I've got Shelley all tacked up. She's stretched out, warmed up and ready to run. We've drawn post position number three so that'll help us out.

Dan gets his bullhorn out, "Riders, mount up! Ready, set" and BANG goes the starter gun. "Hee yah girl, move on," I say while cracking my pony with my crop. Shelley flies out of the start and starts gaining on her competition even before the first jump. She sails over the first log with ease. I don't use the whip on her at all until we've made it through the first turn and are into the backstretch. A couple of good swats and we're easily in the lead. The closest rider is at least ten yards away. "Pace yourself, girl. There's no need to burn yourself out early on." I then rein her in to slow her down. She doesn't necessarily like this but accepts my command. I've taken the inside position and the jumps are no problem for my baby. We move along and are starting into the last turn before we get any competition at all. One of the riders is on a good-sized ponygirl and they're trying to make a run at us. I go ahead and pace Shelley just in front of them through the turn. He starts whipping his girl to make a run for the lead. I've got the entire race thought out because I know how much my steed has left in her tank. I let him get a slight lead because I know he can't maintain the pace. Sure enough, his girl starts slowing down just about 75 feet before the finish line. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, goes my whip on Shelley's fine ass as I demand more from my mount. She doesn't disappoint me as she flies past our opponent and simply skips over the last jump. We beat them easily by six or seven lengths and win it. Yahoo! We're in the final race.

The other races go by quickly and it's now time for the money race. We draw the eighth post position again which makes it a little bit more difficult. There's going to be a lot more competition here with several masters riding big, fit ponies that're used to this type of work. Some of them are a lot lighter than me as well. Hmmm, I think I need to work at losing some more weight for my stable to help carry me. Oh well, can't do anything about that now, so Shelley's gonna have to carry us to glory.

It looks like Aaron will be next to us riding Brittney from the seventh post position. I know we can take them, but she's still a pretty strong girl with much longer legs than my baby. I'm sure they'll give us difficulties early on. Just like before, we must be towards the front after the first turn to try to get inside position.

OK, this is it; let's win this one for Betty. Dan shouts out, "riders mount up. Ready, set," and BANG goes the starter pistol. "Get up, girl. Move on, I say" and Shelley gets three sharp cracks from my whip. We are in front leading into the first jump because of the staggered start. However, I can see now that we have a real race on our hands. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, sounds my whip on Shelley's beautiful ass. She whinnies out her discomfort for me but moves on as ordered.

Aaron is tearing up Brittney's backside just trying to get the jump on us but we're side by side after the first turn leading into the backstretch. All eight ponies and riders are within ten yards of each other at this point. I know now that we'll have to use every bit of strength Shelley has and some ingenuity to win this thing.

The first thing I do is rein Shelley back to get her to pace herself. Aaron goes ahead of us which is OK. I then pull Shelley's reins to the left to move her inside. She goes behind Brittney as Aaron tries to do the same. I continue to slow Shelley to get to the inside as she whinnies her disapproval. This allows several riders to move in front of us as I pick my spots. We're in fifth place now but the pacing is the key.

Shelley is doing great on the jumps. I'm making sure that her distance is perfect so she doesn't have to slow down or take a half-step to clear the logs. One of the other ponies loses stride and is forced to slow slightly to clear the jump. We easily overtake them and start to make our move.

"Hee yah, pony! Get up now. Move on, girl!" I order. I then smack her butt three times hard with my whip as she screams out in pain. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK! "Go pony, go! Win this one for Betty. You can do it!"

We're coming into the final turn in fourth place. Everything is coming up perfectly for us. I can see from Brittney's labored breathing that she's giving everything she has to try to appease Aaron's whip slashes. They're out in the lead but it's neck and neck into this last turn. We've moved just off of the rail and have some riders in front of us but a clear path ahead. Shelley is taking the jumps and using them to our advantage. Since they're pine tree logs, she just simply steps on top of them as she's running and actually pushes off to get more strides. We clear the last log and it's a sprint to the finish line between four of us. Brittney is winded and starting to lose ground quickly in spite of Aaron's whipping.

"Go girl go!" I yell out to Shelley. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK sounds my whip as I urge my baby for all she's worth. "C'mon pony, you can do it!" The crowd starts cheering and clapping for the finish. I've now passed Aaron as Brittney is so gassed that she actually stops 30 feet before the finish line. Only two more to go and we're there. I start swatting Shelley continuously with light whip strokes to give her more incentive. My baby is running furiously now with the second place pony side by side with us. "Go, girl, GO! It's yours to win." Both of us are urging on our ponies for all they're worth as we approach the end of the race. "Hee yah pony, hee yah, Get up now!" I shout out. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK goes my whip! We pass them by but they're still moving quickly. There's just one more to go, a six-foot plus girl with super long legs and a skinny kid riding her. "C'mon Shelley. Win this race for Betty!" I crack Shelley hard with my whip as she squeals out from the hurting sting I just gave her. "Get up, pony, and MOVE along now! This is it. Hee yah girl, hee yah! Run pony RUN, your master demands this! Haw, get up now!" CRACK, CRACK, CRACK goes my crop as I demand more from my mount. Shelley screams out a whinny of agony as she gives me just a little extra speed from my stinging whip.

We're now running side by side with our opponents as both our ponies blow heavy, hot breaths while giving everything they have for their masters. My crop finds it mark again on my baby's butt cheeks to try to squeeze out one last drop of effort from my steed. CRACK it goes on her fine ass! Ten feet left, now five, CRACK goes my whip again, and now THROUGH the finish line tape to end the race.

I don't even have to rein Shelley to a halt as she stops dead in her tracks as she's heaving in breath after quick breath. I then immediately dismount her and take out her bit to let her get some more oxygen. She hangs her head and opens her mouth as she tries to get over the grueling race she's just run for her master.

The question is: who won? I look up at Dan for some answers and he points at Shelley and me. "We don't exactly have a photo finish camera here, but it looks like ya'll won by a couple of tits. It was that close." He looks over at the other judges and they all nod in agreement. Dan hands me an envelope stuffed with twenties.

We've done it! I look over at my mount and she's completely exhausted, I quickly get her a water bottle to help soothe her thirst. "Good girl, such a good pony. You gave it everything you had. Thank you so very much, Shelley. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," as I stroke her pretty hair. She nods her head in acknowledgement but doesn't say anything because she's breathing so hard.

I then shake the other master's hands and thank them for such a good race. I also thank their ponies for such spirited performances. I even go over to Aaron to try to appease him but he rebuffs me. Poor Brittney is so exhausted she's starting to throw up. I give her another water bottle to help her rehydrate but Aaron grabs it and throws it onto the ground. "We don't need your charity, dickwad. Just get out of here," he yells at me. I turn and walk away without saying anything.

I then bring Shelley a towel and start wiping her down. Some of the spectators, other masters, and their ponygirls come over to congratulate us. Betty and Brianna are both smiling and clapping their hands.

Shelley is getting her breath back and starting to walk it off now. She looks at me and we both walk over to Betty. "Here Betty, we want you to have this, you deserve it and you'll need it." I then hand her the envelope with the cash. "I don't deserve this; I'm the one that screwed up. Take it back," she answers. "No, absolutely not, we won't hear of it. Take the money, I insist." "Thank you so very much. I'm at a loss for words. You are both really good people." Betty then hugs Shelley and me as we start to gather up our stuff to leave.

Just then, both the second and third place masters and their girls walk up to us and hand Betty their envelopes. She looks up, "what's this? I can't take your winnings. This isn't right." "Actually, yes it is right," comes the answer from the second-place ponygirl. "Listen Betty, you need to understand something here. What we do is very special and there's only a hand-full of people in the state that do it. Everyone that participates is a member of a very unique family and we take care of our own. You've now become a sister to all of us and we'll help you in any way possible. Because of your accident, you'll probably miss a few days of work and even though Doc Richard won't charge you hardly anything, you'll still need to pay something. This is our way of showing you that we care. Please, take the money. We absolutely, positively, insist and we won't take it back under any circumstances."

The girls all smile and hug each other and exchange phone numbers. I think we've made big strides and truly belong out here. We're all bona-fide members of The Central FL Ponygirls Club and will be forever.