The Tacking Up of Sweet Caroline

Amy is a young woman at her first retreat at Three Ferns Farm, a fully functional equine center that caters exclusively to pony players. The only horses at Three Ferns are the two legged kind!

"Sweet Caroline" (aka Amy) is shown the ropes by an experienced palomino broodmare. When she is collected by one of the farm's grooms, he takes her to the Tack Room and decks her out until she feels like a real pony. Of course she'll have to be rubbed and washed down before he puts her into her stall for her night. She's such a pretty little pony girl, the groom can't keep his hands off her!

WARNING: This 7,000 word story contains explicit scenes depicting pony play, including a groom who likes to make sure his mares are really, REALLY relaxed before bedding down for the night.

Excerpt:

“I am going to take this for tonight and do a proper job riveting the ears on. This was just a quick fix. It will be hanging with the rest of your tack in the morning.” He set it down nearby with her papers and proceeded to remove the rest of her tack with a practiced ease. He walked a few feet away and hung them on the door of a nearby stall. That must be her stall, she thought excitedly as she once more stood completely naked. He put her rope halter back on and then picked up the two ropes that hung from the walls. He cross tied her and walked into the real tack room of this particular stable, coming out again with a soft bristle brush and a rubber curry comb as well a large wooden box which seemed to contain an array of grooming supplies. As he passed behind her he patted her ass just as one would pat the rump of a horse. A bit of color rose to her cheeks. Was he going to...? Well, he had her papers. He knew that she wanted to be touched and teased. She found herself yearning for him.

She didn't have to wait long. He brushed her down with the bristle brush first. He worked it from her head to her toes, brushing her shoulder length dark brown hair, her shoulders, and then her breasts, making tiny circles around her nipples with the brush. His light and sensual touch told her everything she needed to know, and she leaned into his administrations with every indication of pleasure, trying to show him without words how she approved. He brushed lightly down her back which sent shivers down her spine, over her round ass and down her legs. He even teased and combed down her bushy pubic hair. After a moment's thought, he reached into the little tool box of supplies he had brought with them and brought out a pair of shiny silver scissors and a smaller comb. “Hold still now, girl,” he said as he knelt down in front of her. He trimmed her bush tidily. She was a little shocked and blushed as he worked on her. He was certainly a thorough groomer!