## My Little Pony (F/F)

Post by LordNelson » Sat Nov 22, 2014 6:59 pm

This is a special story that I wrote for a special member of TUG’s. It may not be to everyone’s liking but I hope that there are a few out there who have similar interests and can appreciate it. If nothing else there are a few unique TUG’s that you may find interesting. I look forward to seeing what sort of comments you may have.
My Little Pony (F/F)
As the airplane approached the runway for landing Stephanie looked out of the window again. Nothing had changed; for the last hour of her flight she had been seeing nothing but rocks and trees and lakes, lots of lakes. She was beginning to wonder if this city she was going to really existed. The airport was located in the middle of this wilderness surrounded by more rocks and trees and lakes. A few narrow roads threaded between rocky outcrops and through the scrubby woods. Here and there an isolated house was nestled into the bleak landscape.
A week ago Stephanie’s boss had asked her to represent her realty company at the Annual General Meeting (AGM). Normally he kept the perks of all expense paid trips to himself so Stephanie jumped at the rare chance to travel at the companies else’s cost. When she received the email with the AGM itinerary she realized why he wasn’t going.
The AGM was being held in Sudbury, Ontario a remote mining city in northern Canada. When Stephanie did some research she found out a few interesting facts about it. She compared it to her home of Elko, Nevada. Sudbury had a population only five times bigger but it was spread out over an area one hundred times bigger. There are 330 lakes within the city limits. She was beginning to think that she had seen most of them.
She caught a taxi and began the half hour journey into the city. The driver explained to her that the airport was well outside of the urban area because it was the only flat spot they could find among the rolling rocky hills. Once she arrived in the actual city it didn’t look that much different than home. She checked into the hotel and consulted her personal itinerary.
Stephanie had asked her boss for one favor when she accepted the job. She wanted to go a day early to have some time to see the city. Once the seminars, workshops and lectures started she would have no time to be a tourist. It was now 11AM and she had about ten hours to see as much of Sudbury as she could explore.
Through her advance research she found out that the city has an excellent transit system to move its residents around the sprawling huge area it encompasses. She had planned a route that would take her in a loop around the core of the city with stops at several shopping areas and other points of interest. She walked out of the front door and caught her first bus right there.
At about 2PM she walked out of one of the local restaurants, appropriately called Made in Canada, and got onto another bus to continue her journey. Her next destination was a street in the downtown area which had many unique boutiques and gift shops. The bus turned onto a major highway that ran through the heart of the city.
The next few miles would be the least interesting part of her day. As in most cities, when a highway passes through, the roadside is dominated by fast food restaurants and car dealerships. As the bus whizzed by acre after acre of new and used vehicles Stephanie yawned and her mind wandered. She smiled as she thought of the special service that she received in the restaurant. Two waiters fussed over her and clashed with each other as they both tried to serve and flirt at the same time.
It may have been her shiny blond hair, it may have been her sparkling green eyes or it may have been her curvaceous full figure that got their notice first. Once she had their attention it was a combination of those three attributes plus her friendly disposition that kept them vying for her consideration. She was not new to this and was fully aware of what was happening. She made the most of it by teasing both but committing to neither. Since her divorce she wasn’t looking for companionship, especially not a one night stand, but she certainly wasn’t above a bit of trifling with men to amuse herself. When she walked out she left a big tip for them to fight over and two broken hearts.
The hum of the bus was almost enough to lull to sleep but then she saw something out of the corner of her eye. She pulled the cord and got out at the next stop. She walked back half a block and looked across the street. The sign said Greenhawk Halter & Equestrian Supplies. In all of her searching on the internet she had somehow missed this. She was so excited that she didn’t go back to the crosswalk. She waited for a break in traffic and cut across the road. She stood outside of the shop for a moment before going in.
There was a similar shop back in Elko but she had never gone into it even though it was something she ached to do. It was run by people who she knew. They knew her and they also knew that she didn’t own a pony or a horse. That could lead to an embarrassing question or two that Stephanie preferred to avoid.
Like most young girls Stephanie loved ponies. She often imagined she was a pony. When Stephanie grew up nothing changed. She still loved ponies and she still wanted to be one. It is the sort of thing that one keeps secret. Stephanie discovered people with similar interests online and they often got together for role playing that they call pet-play. Being a virtual pony online wasn’t much different from being the imaginary pony of her youth and it was better than nothing but she longed to experience what it was like to be a real pony. As she opened the door she thought “this is as close as I may ever get”.
It was exactly what she had imagined it would be. The first thing to greet her was the smell of leather. There were saddles and halters polished black and brown with silver or brass rings and steel rivets. Leads made of colorful rope with silver snaps on the ends. There were brightly patterned blankets and shiny bits. Leather reins hung in rows of various lengths, widths and colors.
Stephanie took it all in. She ran her hand over the saddles, she touched the halters with her fingertips, she felt the cold steel of the bits and she touched the soft wool blankets to her cheek. She imagined what it would be like to be wearing it all and running free across a field. This moment was the highlight of her trip. That is until she met Carol.
The small bell over the door rang and Stephanie looked up to see a rather attractive woman who looked to be in her mid-forties walk in. She had short blond hair, blue eyes and a big smile. Stephanie knew the type; an urban cowboy. She was a phony that liked to look country but didn’t know which end of a horse the hay went into or came out of. She had a cotton plaid blouse which was open to show ample cleavage. She had tight jeans and black cowboy boots. A red bandanna was knotted around her neck.
Stephanie guessed that she was here to buy a hat to complete the look. Instead she walked directly towards Stephanie and then past her on the way to the leads. Stephanie took another look.
The cleavage was the result of the buttons having been forcibly ripped out leaving small holes in the cotton. The jeans were filthy and the boots were scuffed. She had dirt under her fingernails and the bandanna looked like she had used it to wipe her hands before putting it around her neck. She was tanned from hours in the sun.
She picked out a lead and turned to Stephanie. ‘What do you think of this one?’ she asked with a drawl. Stephanie said the first thing that came into her head, ‘It’s pretty.’ Carol looked at Stephanie, in her tank top, shorts and sandals, and laughed. ‘You don’t own a horse do you?’ Stephanie blushed and replied with a giggle ‘Really, how could you tell?’ They both laughed.
Stephanie immediately took a liking to this authentic country girl. Carol chatted with her as if she had known her for years. She gave a Stephanie a tour of the store, she probably knew it better than the staff, and never once talked down to her or made her feel uncomfortable. She made her purchases and then said to Stephanie ‘What do you prefer, horses or ponies?’ Stephanie’s eyes lit up and she squealed like a little girl ‘Oh my god, I love ponies!’
‘That was a trick question’ said Carol ‘I have both. Would you like to visit the farm, do you have time?’
‘Of course I have time’ blurted Stephanie ‘nothing but time.’
They left the shop and got into a ramshackle truck. Carol tossed her shopping bag into the back with the spare tire and a few bales of hay. She slammed her door and then had to open Stephanie’s door from the inside, the passenger side handle was missing. As they waited for an opening to pull onto the road Carol looked towards Stephanie and laughed again.
‘It smells like horse shit in here doesn’t it?’ she asked. Stephanie wrinkled her nose and nodded. ‘Feel free to roll down the window’ offered Carol ‘I think it still works.’ Stephanie replied ‘That`s okay, I kind of like that smell. ` By the time they have driven five minutes the window was down.
As they drove Carol explained that her husband and her daughter Chris were at a riding competition. They took turns going with the girls while the other stayed home to tend the farm. Her other daughter, Vicki, was staying with friends in the city for the weekend because she had to work late. Luckily for Stephanie it was Carol’s turn to stay home and do the chores and she welcomed a visitor who would give her an excuse to ignore the lengthy list of things that needed to be done.
The farm was a twenty minute drive out of the city on the highway and then another twenty minutes down a twisting and turning dirt road that was like a roller coaster ride. Stephanie took a look as they pulled into the driveway.
On the left was a big two story house with lots of big windows. On the right was a garden with a wall of towering sunflowers across the back and neat rows of vegetables planted right to the edge of the driveway. Straight ahead were half a dozen buildings. Carol identified each of them; the machinery shed the repair shop, a small saw mill, a chicken coop, a storage shed and an outhouse.
Carol laughed once again at Stephanie`s reaction to the outhouse which was leaning heavily to one side and swarming with flies. `Don`t worry` she said `we do have indoor plumbing but I don`t allow boots with horse shit in the house so my husband would rather go out here than take them off. Too much trouble he says. I think it`s because his feet smell worse than what he`s doing once he sits down. `
To the left of the sheds, directly behind the house and down a small slope, was the barn. To the left of that was a corral with two horses and two ponies. The horses were a pair of chestnut quarter horses that looked like twins. The only way to tell them apart was by their blazes, one was longer than the other. The ponies had Stephanie mystified. They didn’t look like ponies yet they were smaller than the horses and at first Stephanie had thought they might be foals.
‘I know what you’re thinking’ said Carol ‘where are the ponies? These two don’t look like regular ponies. They are Newfoundland Ponies, the only breed that originates in Canada. They look like miniature horses; I hope you’re not disappointed?’
‘They are beautiful’ said Stephanie as they walked towards the corral ‘I’ve never seen anything like them.’ By the time they reached the fence the ponies had walked over to greet them. The first to arrive, the male named Ivanhoe, was a rich reddish brown color with black legs, tail and mane. The other, the female named Iona, was light brown with the same distinctive black legs, tail and mane. Both were named after the towns of their origin in Newfoundland. Stephanie petted each and then Carol continued the tour by taking her into the barn. Inside was neat and clean, almost spotless, and Carol was obviously proud of the effort it took to keep it that way.
‘If you can excuse me for a minute’ Carol asked ‘I just have to go up to the house for a few minutes to let the dog out. Make yourself at home and take a look around.’ As she left Stephanie began to explore. There was so much to see. Then she saw something that brought a sparkle to her eye. Hanging from a cast iron hook on one of the posts was an old leather halter.
The leather was polished smooth from use and the chrome on the rings had worn through to the brass. A silver bit was attached to it. Stephanie took it down. She turned it over and around and examined every detail. She knew she had to, she couldn’t keep herself from doing it and she pulled it over her head. The straps fit loosely. She tightened each as much as she could but it was still too big. It didn’t matter to her.
She took the bit and put it between her lips. The cold steel tingled like ice against her tongue. She pushed it in as far as it would go. She imagined what it would be like to be guided, first to the left and then to the right, with a pull on the reins. She closed her eyes. The smell of the leather and the taste of the steel transported her to a field, the field she imagined as a child. She ran across it, her hair streaming out behind her and the wind in her face. Then she heard a noise.
She opened her eyes and Carol was standing there. She froze not knowing what to do or say next. Carol smiled. Stephanie could have sworn that her eyes twinkled for a moment. She reached up to remove the halter. Carol reached out and caught her hand ‘Don’t’ was all she said. Then she hooked a finger around one of the straps and pulled; ‘Come with me.’
She led Stephanie to the back of the barn. In the corner was a large cabinet made of rough boards with a big rusty lock through a big rusty hasp. Carol took a key from her pocket and opened it. She swung the doors open to reveal a cedar lined compartment. Stephanie’s eyes went wide when she saw the contents.
Inside were three miniature saddles, two English and one Western. Hanging from brass hooks were shiny black leather reins and antique looking rope leads. It was all beautiful but most beautiful of all was the three halters. Each was made of black leather straps with a small steel bit. Shiny silver rivets and chrome rings made each a work of art. As she took in the splendour of it all Carol told her a story.
‘When my youngest daughter, Chris (12), was old enough to work with the ponies the first thing I taught her was how to lead. The way that is done is for me to put a rope around my waist. Chris would snap on the lead and then walk me around the field. I could then tell her if she was pulling too hard or not hard enough.
At the end of the first lesson she said ‘Wouldn’t it be better if you had a halter like a real pony?’ I laughed thinking it was one of those silly things that kids say but then I thought about it. How does it feel for the pony? That night I sat down with one of the pony halters in the work shop. I worked until midnight but when I was done it fit me perfectly.
At first I wasn’t going to use the bit but I found that it didn’t feel right without it. Actually, as you have discovered, it feels good. The next day when Chris saw it she loved it. She led me around and I found that I actually enjoyed it; I felt more like a real pony. This time at the end of the lesson she asked if she could try it on. Of course it was too big. I was up again until midnight but had one for her the next day.
The lesson soon became a game as we took turns leading each other around. She had learned all she needed to know and we moved on to the real ponies but we liked it too much to stop. Each day after the lesson we put on our halters and pranced around. Sometimes we led each other and other times we just ran free.
My husband was at work and my oldest daughter, Vicki (15), left every morning with him to be dropped off at her summer job. That gave Chris and I all the privacy we needed to indulge our fantasies. One morning we were being a little friskier than usual chasing each other around when we heard someone clear their throat. We looked up to see Vicki standing at the fence. I had forgotten that it was her day off.
We both stood there red-faced caught in the act. I lied to her. ‘It’s not what it looks like’ I said trying to dream up some sort of reasonable sounding excuse. ‘It’s exactly what it looks like’ she answered ‘while I’m working you two are here all day having fun. I’m also off tomorrow; you had better have one of those for me too. I was up again until midnight.’
That’s how it started and you can see where it is today.’
Stephanie stood staring at the beautiful tack. Carol stood staring at Stephanie knowing what she was thinking because she had felt the same way. She reached out and pulled the old halter off of Stephanie. ‘This one should fit you’ she said as she took down one of the custom halters ‘it’s Vicki's and she is about the same size as you.’
Carol slipped it over Stephanie’s head. As she tightened each strap it sent a shiver through Stephanie and she had goose bumps of excitement on her arms. It fit perfectly and she could feel each strap holding firmly in place. Carol gently placed the bit between her teeth. It was not as thick as the other one and Stephanie closed her lips around it.
Carol stood back and smiled. She remembered how it felt for her the first time and could see that Stephanie felt the same way. She reached into the bottom of the cabinet and picked up something that Stephanie hadn’t noticed before. It was a pair of soft brown suede pouches. Carol placed one over each of Stephanie’s hands and pulled a drawstring tight around her wrists.
‘Now that your “hooves” are on’ said Carol ‘it’s time to take you for walk.’ She took one of the leads and snapped it to the halter. Then she led Stephanie out of the barn and into the corral. She paraded her around weaving between the horses and the ponies. Stephanie felt like one of them and she strutted.
At some point, Stephanie hadn’t noticed when, Carol had picked up a crop. She waved it at Stephanie and said ‘Now it’s time to pick up the pace.’ She gave Stephanie a gentle swat across the rear and commanded ‘Canter.’ Stephanie picked up her knees and straightened her back and did her best show ring canter. Once they crossed the corral Carol turned her around and ordered her to trot. Another swat was given for motivation.
Stephanie trotted as best she could while avoiding stepping into the assorted piles of manure. When she reached the other side of the corral she was a bit winded. Carol stopped her for a rest. ‘Would you like a drink?’ she asked pointing towards the old bathtub full of water that served as a trough. Stephanie, knowing that ponies can’t talk, simply shook her head to decline the offer.
‘Don’t run at the horses’ said Carol ‘they will panic. If you run away from them they will follow.’ She unsnapped the lead, gave Stephanie a sharp slap across the bum with the crop and shouted ‘Gallop!’
Stephanie didn’t need to be told twice. She took off. She ran around the corral close to the rails. The ponies were the first to join in following close on her heels. Then the horses got caught up in the excitement. The sound of hooves pounding the ground behind her scared Stephanie a bit but thrilled her more. She led the “herd” around twice and then was too exhausted to continue.
She stopped, huffing and puffing, beside Carol. Carol, still being a joker, reached into her pocket and offered Stephanie a sugar cube. Stephanie was amused but too pooped to respond. Carol offered it to the others and soon all four crowded around them as she doled out sugar to each of them. At the clap of her hands they scattered. They were well trained and knew when snack time was over.
‘Would you like to saddle them up and go for a ride?’ asked Carol. Stephanie nodded her head vigorously at the suggestion. Carol clipped the lead back onto the halter and tied the other end to the top rail. ‘Wait here a minute’ she asked.
When she came back she was carrying a hobble. She knelt down and put it on Stephanie. A leather cuff around each ankle and only a foot of chain connecting them would severely limit her movement. ‘We are going up to the house to get you some riding clothes’ said Carol. ‘Since you’re not fully trained yet I don’t want you running away once we are outside of the corral.’ Then she pulled Stephanie’s hands behind her back, crossed the drawstrings and knotted them.
She untied the lead and led Stephanie, who shuffled along behind her, up to the house. Carol kicked off her boots at the door and then removed Stephanie’s sandals. She unsnapped the lead and dropped it beside her boots. They went in and Carol took her upstairs. ‘This is Vicki’s room, most of her clothes should fit you.
Carol went to the closet and selected a few items for Stephanie. She laid it out on the bed. First was a black suede riding jacket. Next was a pair of black jodhpurs that were made of spandex but looked just like suede. Then finally there was a shiny pair of knee-high black leather boots that had a wide brown strap with a gold buckle around the top. Carol went and got one of her husband’s silk shirts. Vicki had not been as generously blessed in the bosom as Stephanie and none of her blouses would fit.
Carol removed the hobble and untied the drawstrings. Stephanie held her hands out to have the “hooves” removed. ‘You really are useless with those things on aren’t you’ said Carol. She pushed them aside and began to pull off Stephanie’s top. Stephanie was a bit shocked at first but keeping in character of the “obedient pony” she did not resist. After the top was off Carol removed her shorts too.
‘This is the outfit that Vicki wore when she entered her first competition and won her first ribbon. I thought it would be appropriate because if I’m not mistaken this is a first for you too.’
Once Stephanie was stripped to her underwear Carol dressed her. The clothes fit nicely and Carol stood Stephanie in front of the full length mirror. Stephanie liked what she saw (even though she could not button the jacket). She looked like a real equestrian. Then the hobble went back on, the wrists were tied again and Carol led her back out to the barn.
‘Now you switch from being a pony to being a pony rider’ Carol told her as she removed the hobble, hooves and halter. They saddled up the two Newfies and rode off across the field. For the next two hours they rode through Carol’s fields, across into the neighbor’s property and then back again. Stephanie was beginning to wish that she could ride all weekend and skip the AGM.
Back at the barn Carol showed Stephanie how to put the ponies away. They took off the saddles and blankets and looked for any signs of saddle sores or chafing. Then they wiped them down with wet sponges to remove sweat and dirt and then combed them. Last of all they checked and cleaned the hooves before turning them out into the corral.
It was well past supper time and both of them were famished. After a quick side trip to the garden to pick some fresh vegetables they went in to prepare supper. Stephanie chopped the veggies for a salad while Carol barbequed some burgers. They sat out on the patio, overlooking the corral, and each ate two helpings while washing it down with homemade lemonade.
Conversation was minimal. Stephanie was living the dream of a lifetime; something she thought would only ever be a dream. Carol had been there and knew how she felt. What more needed to be said? After scraping the salad bowl clean and splitting the last burger they walked back down to the barn, each with a handful of Carol’s double chocolate chip cookies.
‘These are good’ said Stephanie ignoring etiquette and talking with a mouthful of cookie. ‘There’s one more treat left’ said Carol ‘we have a bit of daylight remaining. There’s no point in wasting it.’
They walked back to the cabinet. They put halters on each other and then the saddles, Carol’s was the Western and Stephanie wore Vicki’s English. They walked and trotted across the field that they had previously ridden on until the sun sat low on the horizon. They turned back and got to the barn just before darkness settled in.
They brought the horses and ponies into the barn and put them into their stalls for the night. Then they took off their gear.
After stowing the tack away in the cabinet Carol playfully said ‘If you want to get sponged and combed out here I’m all for it but personally I’m going in to have a shower.’ Stephanie said ‘As tempting as it sounds, it would be the perfect way to end a perfect day; I think I’m going to have a shower too.’
While walking back to the house it was decided that Stephanie would spend the night and Carol would drive her back into the city in time for the first seminar.
Stephanie flopped heavily onto Vicki’s bed, every muscle ached, but it was a good ache. Carol came in with a large thick towel and a pair of pajamas. ‘The shower is right next door, you can go first, when you are ready.’ With a great effort Stephanie pulled off the boots and then picked up the towel and pajamas. She dragged her feet down the hall to the bathroom.
She hung her towel on the towel rack, started the shower and turned to close the door. Carol was standing in the doorway with her towel over her arm. She was naked.
‘You look tired’ she said ‘I thought you might need some help.’ Stephanie was stunned. This day had been full of surprises but nothing like this. Before she could speak Carol had taken two steps and was unbuttoning her shirt. She started to raise her hands to stop her and the dull throbbing in her muscles turned to a twinge. She let her arms drop back down. She was uncomfortable with Carol’s assistance but somehow at the same time she was flattered and enjoyed the attention.
It felt good to have the snug pants slide down her legs. It felt nice to have those sweaty socks pulled off. It felt strange to have someone else undo her bra and slip the straps from her shoulders. It felt calming to have her bra taken off letting the billowing clouds of steam from the shower touch her nipples. It felt arousing to have her panties pulled down slowly to her ankles. It felt liberating to flick her foot and toss the panties across the room.
Carol slid open the glass door and took Stephanie by the hand. ‘A good sponging and a comb is so much better here than in the barn don’t you think?’ She stepped in first and Stephanie followed. The sting of the hot streams of water soothed her as Stephanie let them wash her tensions away. While the water worked its magic on one side of her Carol worked her magic on the other. Stephanie smiled when she realized that Carol was actually applying the soapy lather with a sponge.
After a slow massaging shampoo Stephanie returned the same attentions to Carol. Then they put on their pajamas. They combed each other’s hair (not with a horse comb). Stephanie wiped aside the condensation on the mirror to look at herself. A large pair of men’s pajamas hung loosely from her body. She gave Carol a questioning look.
‘They are my husband’s’ she said ‘I thought they might be more suitable for what is next.’
“What more could be next?” thought Stephanie as Carol took by the hand again and led her out of the bathroom. She had been quite tired and even though the shower had invigorated her she knew this new burst of energy wouldn’t last long. She followed obediently but had reservations about how much more she could do.
Strangely Carol took her out of the house and back towards the barn. Carol, with her farm girl toughness, walked barefoot on the gravel path while tenderfoot Stephanie walked on the grass beside it. Once in the barn they checked that all was well with the animals and then Carol took Stephanie to one of the empty stalls.
‘Two of the horses are gone with my husband and Chris’ she said ‘but there’s no sense in letting fresh straw go to waste.’ She opened the gate and put a horse blanket down onto the straw. Stephanie didn’t need to be told. She lay down in the stall and Carol put another blanket over her. Carol closed and latched the gate. ‘You shouldn’t get cold tonight but if you get lonely you know where to find me. If not I’ll be down in the morning to turn you out with the others.’
Carol turned and left and Stephanie was asleep before she reached the door.
In the morning Stephanie woke to an odd feeling. She looked up to see a rooster standing on top of her. ‘I was hoping it would crow for you but no such luck’ said Carol. She opened the gate and shooed him away. Stephanie got up rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She felt terrific and there were no lingering aches from her active day before.
The horses and ponies had been turned out and she was the last creature on the farm to wake up.
Back at the house the smells of cooking greeted her. The table was set and Carol had cooked breakfast on the old wood stove. On top of the stove a platter heaped with bacon, eggs and toast was staying warm. Carol put it onto the table. As Stephanie loaded her plate Carol explained that she had gathered the eggs that morning after putting the bread on to bake. The bacon was fresh from a pig farmer down the road.
A pitcher of fresh squeezed orange juice completed the simple but satisfying meal. ‘I also washed and dried your clothes’ added Carol ‘and scraped the pony poop off of your sandals. Your clothes is in Vicki’s room.’ They finished breakfast and chatted about many things but never mentioned the pony-play.
As Stephanie went upstairs to get out of the pajamas Carol said ‘I have one more surprise for you, hurry back down.’
When Stephanie came back down Carol was ready to go with the truck keys in her hand. All she needed to do was put on her boots by the back door; Stephanie’s sandals were there too.
The truck was in the driveway and attached to it was a horse trailer. ‘I had so much fun with you that I decided to give you a special treat. Come have a look.’ she walked over to the trailer and opened the door. Hanging from hooks were two harnesses and a halter. Carol took down the halter and handed it to Stephanie.
Stephanie couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. One inch wide red leather straps were connected with gold plated rings and gold rivets that had Rose shaped heads. The leather was embossed with a spiralling floral design. Instead of a bit it had a red rubber ball. Carol took it and placed it on Stephanie’s head.
Carol threaded the straps through the gold buckles and pulled each snug. Then she pushed the ball deep into Stephanie’s mouth and strapped it in. She reached over and took down the first harness.
‘When my husband found out about what the girls and I were doing he didn’t let on until my birthday. He made these and gave them to me as my gift. He said that I could play kids games with the girls in the pasture but I had to play grownup games with him in the bedroom. This is the first time they have left that room. We’ve had so much fun together that I thought we would share one more thing.’
It was a complicated assembly of two inch wide red leather straps and gold buckles put together with the same Rose rivets. She hung it around Stephanie’s neck with the collar that was attached to the top and buckled it at the back of her neck. Six straps hung down from a central strap that passed between Stephanie’s breasts and went to her waist.
‘It took him weeks to put these together but he did a beautiful job.’
The first strap went around her shoulders and buckled behind her. Strap two was a few inches lower and three was across the top of her breasts. Four was under the breasts and five was across her tummy. Each strap went over her arms and pinned them down as they were tightened. The sixth strap went under her arms and was fastened across the top of her hips. On each side was a smaller strap that Carol buckled around her wrists.
‘I was worried it might not fit you right but I can tell from the smile on your face that it feels good.’
The center strap hung to Stephanie's knees. Carol passed it between her legs and after giving it a good pull to snug it up into Stephanie's crotch she attached it to the back of the harness.
‘The road out of here is bumpy. That strap should give you a new appreciation for potholes.’
Carol then took down the second harness. A snap on the top of it fastened to a ring on the front of the first harness and it hung down between Stephanie’s legs. This harness was built similarly to the first and also had six straps. The first was at the top of her hips, the second in the middle and the third was just above her knees. Four was below the knee, five mid-calf and six was around the ankles.
‘Let’s get you loaded.’
Carol picked Stephanie up over her shoulder and carried her into the trailer. Stephanie was amazed at how strong she was. Carol lifted her as easily as she would a bag of groceries. She laid her down on the bed of fresh straw.
‘There is just one more thing to do.’
The leg harness had one more strap attached to the ankle strap. Carol pulled up on it and clipped the snap at the end to a ring on the back of the collar. Stephanie was now bent into a neat hog tie.
‘Have a nice ride.’
Carol started up the truck and with a grinding of gears it lurched down the driveway. As it negotiated the ruts the trailer swayed from side to side and Stephanie settled into the straw. She tried to wiggle but it was totally impossible. She was helpless and loved it.
The truck lurched onto the dirt road and immediately started to bounce through the potholes and over the bumps. The trailer jolted this way and that. Stephanie jiggled and shook and occasionally flew into the air. With each change of direction the crotch strap tugged and rubbed. Stephanie rode the erotic rollercoaster as straw whirled around and found its way into her blouse and down her shorts.
It is well known that Elbow Lake Road deserves respect. In addition to its many dips and lumps it has a variety of hills, gullies and curves that would challenge the best of rally drivers. Carol drove with the confidence of someone who had navigated that road almost every day for years. Had there been a horse in the trailer she would have moved at a snail’s pace. Today her new friend was going to get the full effect.
Fifteen minutes into her journey Stephanie had been tossed from side to side, slid from back to front and then back again and been airborne more times than she could count. There was one more encounter she didn’t anticipate to come. As Carol approached the railroad crossing, which she normally slowed down for, she pressed the accelerator to the floor. The engine howled in protest, Stephanie could actually hear it over the rattling of the trailer, and the truck began to speed up.
First the truck hit the tracks. Carol left her seat and the wheels left the ground. Then the trailer did the same. Stephanie lifted from the straw. As the trailer went back down she continued up. She floated for a moment, looking down at the impression she had left in the straw, and then dropped with alarming speed. The straw was not as cushioning as it appeared to be. Her breasts took the brunt of the impact but there was plenty left as her thighs slammed into the prickly mat.
The strap between her legs went to a place it had never been before. At that moment, had her attention not been elsewhere, Stephanie could have probably counted the teeth on her zipper. When the trailer came back to earth and stopped bouncing the strap and her shorts gradually returned to where they belonged but her panties were still wedged in tightly, possibly permanently.
Carol slowed for the stop sign at the highway but when she saw that the road was clear she roared through without hesitation. Stephanie rolled onto her side and then settled back again as the trailer ceased it’s rocking and rode along quietly on the smooth pavement.
At the hotel Carol found a parking spot at the far end of the lot away from snooping eyes. She opened the door and unstrapped Stephanie. As Stephanie emerged, on shaky legs, Carol asked ‘How was it?’ All Stephanie could say was ‘Better than any ride at Disneyland!’
Carol helped her to pick the straw out of her clothes, most of it anyways, and then gave her a big hug. ‘It was fun’ she said. ‘Yes it was lots of fun’ said Stephanie ‘I’ve got to get going. It was fantastic to meet you. Here’s my business card, please keep in touch.’
‘I’ve never done that ride’ said Carol as she took the card ‘but after seeing the smile on your face I will now. I’ll let you know how it goes.’
Stephanie hustled into the conference center. She looked at her watch and realized she had no time to go to her room and get changed. She was grateful that Carol had washed her clothes but was afraid that the ride may have cancelled out her efforts.
She got into line at the registration desk. When it was her turn she told the young lady her name. The girl found it on the list, crossed it off and gave her an entry pass. As Stephanie was about to leave the girl stood, leaned forwards towards Stephanie and sniffed. “Oh no” thought Stephanie “do I smell that bad!”
The girl sat back and said ‘You smell really good, it reminds me of home.’
Stephanie looked at her and noticed her name tag. It said “Vicki.”
THE END
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### Re: My Little Pony (F/F)

Post by Tieup1 » Sun Nov 23, 2014 6:22 am

A very well written story, with plenty of detail. I have not heard of Pet-play, but I have heard of ''Pony Clubs'' they seem quite similar. Not really into that sort of thing myself, but I can see the attraction.