Tammy Takes Me on a Tour.
Going for a ride with a beautiful ponygirl.

by George
- do not use without the author's permission.

Last week, on a sunny summer morning, Tammy called me up and asked me to come out to her large country home for a fun afternoon. Specifically, she asked me to meet her in the stable. I knew what that meant, so I went there, prepared to be taken on a tour of the property, dressed in Levi’s, cowboy boots and a western style shirt with a baggie full of sugar cubes in the pocket. I also carried an insulated container with bottles of water packed in ice, because the day would be warm, and I knew the water would be needed.

After parking next to the stable, I went inside through the open door. The house is quite old, and the outbuilding used to be the home of saddle horses or horses that pulled the carriage that the owners used for transportation. There have been no horses there for close to a century, but a light, two-wheeled carriage, the kind sometimes called a trap, stood waiting just inside the doorway. Normally, the doors to the stable would be locked, but I knew it had been left open for my convenience. I walked inside, set the container of water on the seat of the carriage, and called out Tammy’s name, to be answered by a realistic whinny. There may have been no horses in the stable for many years, but there was a lovely ponygirl waiting there for me.

Only one stall is ever used, and I walked over to it. There, about four feet off the dirt floor, I saw a smiling, pretty face peering out over a feeding trough that contained a pile of Cheerios. Since Tammy is almost six feet tall, I knew how far she had to be bent over. Some of the cereal was stuck to her face; apparently, she had been eating from the pile to help her get into character. A heavy wooden plank just above the back of her neck kept her from either leaving the stall or reaching out to brush off her face, so I took care of the latter. When I was through with that, I took some of the sugar cubes out of my pocket, and fed them to her one at a time. Using her lips only, Tammy picked them out of the palm of my hand and pulled them into her mouth. After enjoying this affectionate treat, she whinnied her appreciation.

“Good girl,” I said to her. “Good girl, Tammy.” I patted her head and bent over toward her to rub my cheek against the side of her face and neck.

Tammy responded by moving her head to nuzzle her lips affectionately against my face. It was the closest thing to kissing that we would do, until much later. Her long black hair was gaily festooned with red ribbons and combed up into a pile on the top and the back of her head, and down her neck, and held in place as a mane through the legerdemain that women are able to accomplish with bobby pins.

“Pretty pony,” I told her. “Preeetttty ponygirl.” Tammy whinnied again in appreciation of the compliment, which was an honest one. Her face really is pretty, with big, dark eyes, strong features, a generous mouth, and a smooth, fair complexion. She was not wearing any kind of makeup, because that is not something that ponies do.

Hanging next to her stall was a wide, red leather collar and long matching leash. I buckled the collar around Tammy’s neck and attached the leash. After pulling the long strip of leather tight and wrapping it around a wooden beam that was one of the supports of the stall, I raised the heavy plank that had been keeping her in place. The bottom of this board and the top of the one below it had long crescents that had been carved out and very well padded. There was enough space between the planks for her neck, and for her to move sideways, but not enough for her to move her shoulders forward or her head back between them. Someone who saw her would think she was a prisoner in the stall, but I was well aware that she could have easily removed the plank that was under her face. In fact, that was the one she had placed there to make it look as if she were a prisoner in the stall.

With Tammy able to move around more, but still securely tethered, I went around to the back of the stall to prepare her further for the ride she was going to give me. Unable to see me, she stamped her feet nervously when I entered, but remained tied in place, leaning forward over the lower plank.

Her feet were encased in high, red leather boots. I tapped her leg; she obediently raised that foot, and I inspected the sole of the boot. It was thick, and on the bottom edge was a ridge of silvery metal, probably aluminum, that extended from just in front of the heel all around the toe and back to the heel on the other side of the sole. This horse shoe, because that’s what it was intended to be, was what I was inspecting. It looked fine to me, and I actually tried to move it, but it was solidly nailed to the sole, so I lowered that foot to the dirt floor of the stall. Staying in character, I tapped the ponygirl’s other leg and inspected that shoe the same way, with the same results.

Tammy’s beautiful black tail, which exactly matched her mane, was fastened to a butt plug that was firmly lodged inside her ass. The entire conical part had been wedged inside, so it was held in place by her anal sphincter, as well as by a short, rigid piece of red leather, which was fastened to the base of the butt plug and to a wide, red leather belt that was buckled snugly around her waist. Except for the belt and her hoof boots, Tammy was naked. Before I went any further, I patted her ass affectionately, while admiring her large breasts and the way they swayed when she moved restlessly around, and I placed my arm over her back. Wanting to counteract the nervousness that she seemed to be feeling, I petted her back and sides and hips for a few minutes and spoke to her soothingly. We were both playing our parts as well as we could.

“Gooood girl. Gooood Tammy. Pretty ponygirl.” She settled down then, and I continued preparing her.

The belt around Tammy’s waist had been made to order in a neighboring city by a BDSM shop that specializes in such things. Besides the butt plug attachment, there were two light shackles connected to the belt, and I gently pulled Tammy’s arms, one at a time, behind her and locked them into the restraints. I wanted to immobilize her arms, not spook her or hurt her, and I was careful to make sure the shackles would hold her, but not tightly enough to cause any pain or other problem. She was now ready to be harnessed, so I yanked on the leash to pull it loose from the beam, guided her out of the stall and led her to the carriage, where I backed her in between the wooden poles that extended from the body of the conveyance. To keep her from straying, which she was enough into her ponygirl role to have done, I wrapped the leash around the nearer of the two poles.

The rest of the tack was hanging on the wall of the stable beside the carriage. I got down the ponygirl harness and placed it against the front of Tammy’s body and over her shoulders. She shied a bit, so I stopped what I was doing and calmed her, holding it in place with one hand and petting her shoulder and side and speaking to her in a gentle, soothing voice. When she was settled down again, I continued with what I had started doing. Affectionately brushing her beautiful mane out of the way, I fastened the harness over her body. The ponygirl tack was made of soft red leather and, including the collar and leash and hoof boots, the gear had all been part of the same order from the BDSM shop. They charge high prices, but make a high quality product, and part of what they offer is confidentiality. Tammy is a successful professional athlete, and easily able to afford the property where she lives, and to support her fetish. Confidentiality is important, and she would be very embarrassed if word of what she likes to do sexually were to get out to certain envious competitors or vindictive sports writers.

The upper horizontal strap of the harness went just above her lovely breasts and under her armpits. Other straps were connected to the front of it and were resting across her shoulders. The top strap went under her shackled arms and through loops in the ends of the shoulder straps, to be buckled securely in place. The middle horizontal strap went under her breasts and under her arms and buckled directly under the top strap. Both of them had to be fastened tightly, but not so much that they would restrict her breathing or cause Tammy any pain. She enjoys her fetish of being a ponygirl, but only if her master or mistress for the day refrains from inflicting any unnecessary pain on her. Being very fond of Tammy, and wanting to continue to enjoy a good relationship with her, I would never even consider doing anything that might hurt her, or even distress her.

A vertical strap was securely riveted to the top horizontal strap and the middle one on either side of the harness, and extended as far as the leather belt around Tammy’s waist, ending in a loop. The lowest horizontal strap, which is not attached to the rest of the harness when not in use, was threaded through loops fastened to the top of that belt and through the loops at the ends of the vertical straps, and also buckled at Tammy’s back, under her pinioned arms.

As I pushed the last strap through the loops attached to the belt, my face was close to Tammy’s delectable pussy, and I could smell fresh juices. Being treated like a pony was already causing her to become highly sexually aroused. I had a strong urge to use my tongue and lick them off her or, at least, catch some on my finger and lick it off. I didn’t, though, for the same reason as I hadn’t fondled or licked her breasts while we were in the stall or while I was harnessing her. She was staying in character, and I wanted to do so also, to make our afternoon as much fun as we could. I also didn’t mind waiting, because I knew my tongue would spend a long time caressing Tammy’s truly delicious pussy later.

To each junction of the straps, including from the loop at the end of the vertical ones, a long strap is fastened, three on either side, or six all together. I hooked these long straps onto the three metal rings that were imbedded in either of the two wooden poles of the carriage. Because of the spacing of the metal rings and the varying length of the six connecting straps, all of the latter were taut, and Tammy was bent forward by the time I finished, although not as much as she had been while in her stall. The straps were designed so she would be able to lean into the harness when she pulled the trap, allowing her to act out her fetish in greater comfort and for a longer time.

With the ponygirl harness securely in place, the next thing was the bridle and bit. These can be very elaborate and decorative items, but Tammy had selected a rather plain model. She is justifiably proud of her beautiful mane, and the more elaborate bridles include straps that would mash that crowning glory, or plumes that were redundant. Some of them include blinders, but she likes to look around while in harness, so those were rejected also. The one she selected is a “U” shaped piece of spring steel, with the bit consisting of a hard rubber cylinder – also red - that surrounds the entire length of the center piece of the “U”. That piece is about eight inches long, so it protrudes past either side of her face. The side pieces are longer, and extend along her cheeks and below her ears to the back of her neck, where they would be connected to each other through the use of a flat piece of steel.

I got the bridle/bit down from its hook on the wall and approached Tammy with it. Sometimes she is somewhat balky at wearing this, because it isn’t very comfortable, so before putting it in place, I petted her and talked to her. “Pretty pony,” I crooned to her. “Pretty Tammy.” I bent down and rubbed my cheek against hers also, and stroked her shoulders, before showing her the piece of tack I intended to put on her.

She still shied somewhat, so I got the last of the sugar cubes out of my pocket, and held them in my hand to offer them to the ponygirl. She picked them out of the palm my hand with her lips again, and this time, when I held the bit and bridle in front of her, Tammy opened her mouth to accept it. I gently placed the bit between her upper and lower teeth, being careful not to push it in too far. She was more docile now, and I continued patting her shoulder while I held the bit in place and slipped the flat piece of steel onto the end of one of the side pieces. Those pieces have a series of notches cut onto their outer edges to hold the flat piece in place. I squeezed the two side pieces together and slid the flat piece of steel along them until it was pressed against the nape of Tammy’s neck. After I released them so they would spring apart again, I checked to make sure the bit was snugly enough in her mouth, so she had to bite it, but not so tight as to cause any kind of pain or excessive discomfort. It was intended to be somewhat uncomfortable. The fit was just right, and the bit and bridle would continue to be held in place by the flat piece of steel, which was securely held against her neck by the notches on the side pieces.

The last items were the red leather reins, and I hooked one to either of the eyes on the ends of the bit and carried them with me as I mounted the carriage. I left the leash fastened to her collar and to the carriage’s side pole; I wouldn’t need it until I led Tammy back to her stall after my ride and whatever else we decided to do. Everything was set so, holding the reins in my left hand, I brushed them against Tammy’s shoulders, while ordering her “Giddyup”, and she started walking slowly out of the stable, pulling the carriage, with me aboard, behind her.

Her pace was what would be called “The Ponygirl Walk”, or “The Ponygirl Strut”, and is a series of steps where the hooves are raised high and thumped down on the ground. It was quite impressive, but not fast enough, so I took the whip, with its red leather haft, out of its socket and slashed Tammy once across either side of her ass. That got her attention, and she picked up the pace considerably, pulling the carriage, with me aboard, down the dirt path that led from the stable. Satisfied, at least for the time being, with her speed, I replaced the whip in the whip socket, and held the reins with both hands. As I said earlier, Tammy has no desire to feel any more pain than necessary, nor would I ever inflict any on her. The whip, instead of being made of braided leather, is made of braided feathers, and they tickled rather than stung her ass.

I truly enjoyed the ride Tammy gave me that day, and I know she did too. I wanted a fairly complete tour of the property, and I steered her along the many bridle paths with gentle tugs on the reins, which she answered willingly. It was truly delightful to see the beautiful young woman, high stepping along at a steady trot, with her tail swinging from side to side. I also enjoyed the other pleasant scenery, such as trees and clouds, and I know my ponygirl did too. However, the best parts of the ride, up to that point anyhow, were watching Tammy’s naked, voluptuous body trotting in front of me, and hearing the steady thump of her hooves on the hard-packed dirt. Occasionally, I would tickle her lovely ass with the whip, and she would increase her speed slightly in response. The ride was a lot of fun for both of us and she was also getting some good exercise.

After about an hour of mostly aimless travel, she was pulling the carriage down one path, when she turned right onto another. I had not pulled on the rein to order her to do that, so I had a good idea of what Tammy had in mind, and I relished the thought of it. As we approached a wide place in the bridle path, surrounded by shade trees, she slowed down, and I knew what she wanted. It was something I wanted also, although maybe not as much as she did.

“Whoa,” I called out, pulling on the reins. Obediently, Tammy stopped and stood, tossing her head and mane and moving her hooves up and down, but not going anywhere.

Once again, I wrapped the reins around one of the poles and, carrying the cooler of water, I got out of the carriage and walked up to Tammy to put my arm affectionately around her shoulders. She raised her head and shook it in a very equine fashion, and nuzzled the side of her head above the bridle against mine. I felt a great fondness for her, and bent down and hugged her around the neck, and petted her shoulders and sides. In a few minutes, I would be doing the same thing for her luscious breasts, but there were other things to attend to first.

“Good girl, Tammy. Gooood girl. Do you want some water?”

Without waiting for an answer, I twisted the cap off one of the plastic bottles and held it up to her lips. There would be some difficulty in giving her a drink while she had the bit in her mouth, but I didn’t want to break character and remove it. She arched her body downward, tipped her head back and opened her mouth wide. The rubber bit is only about as thick as my finger, so I placed the neck of the bottle between its top and Tammy’s upper teeth and tipped it up slightly, so I could pour the water into her mouth. Patiently, I stood there, slowly feeding her the water, making sure she had time to taste and swallow it, until the first bottle was empty. With almost nothing spilled, she had drunk a half liter. Because it was a warm day, and I could feel that she had been sweating quite a bit, I thought she would probably want more.

“More water, Girl?” I asked, my hand still affectionately on her shoulder.

Tammy tossed her head up and down, as if to say “Yes” so I opened another bottle and held it to her mouth the same way. This time, after drinking about half of it, she moved her face away. I was a bit thirsty too and, not wanting to waste it, I drank the rest of the bottle and replaced it in the cooler. The respite and the drink were pleasant for Tammy, but I knew they were not the real reason she had chosen to stop at this pleasant, shady spot, and she started stamping her hooves, as if impatient to tell me. I very definitely wanted the same thing, so I started by rubbing my face against hers. What we were doing then was as close to foreplay as we could do and remain in character.

I am a couple of inches taller than Tammy is, so I came around and knelt in front of her. Because of the way she was bent forward, her breasts were at the same level as my mouth, and I held them gently in my hands and started licking her nipples. This is not a customary form of communication or sexual foreplay with ponies, but we were both more than willing to accept a bit of latitude when it is as much fun as we were both having. Her nipples were quite rigid, and I could smell and see the juices running down her legs from her pussy. Tammy gets highly aroused from being a ponygirl, as we both knew she would, and I wanted to use my mouth to alleviate her horniness. I was definitely not being altruistic; I truly love eating her pussy, maybe as much as she loves having me eat it.

Since her juices were already running freely, I didn’t spend as much time on Tammy’s breasts as I might have, before licking and kissing my way down her front, avoiding the harness, until I reached her mons. I was well aware that she had stopped in this spot so that I could eat her pussy, and she knew that was also very much what I wanted to do. In order to get comfortable, I sat on the dirt and slid between her legs, which she spread wide to give me room. Fragrant juices were trickling down her thighs, as they had been ever since her harnessing, and I started by breathing in their delightful aroma, before licking them off. They were delicious, and the salty taste of her sweat added a little more spice. Tammy would refrain from speaking, which she couldn’t do anyhow, with the bit in her mouth, but she happily expressed her pleasure by stamping her hooves beside me and tossing her head.

After licking all the juices from her thighs, I started devouring the fresher ones from her crotch. I could hear Tammy murmuring her pleasure, a very non-equine sound, and one she could make even with the bit in her mouth. The fact that it was slightly out of character didn’t bother me, and I know it didn’t bother her. After my tongue had cleaned all the juices from Tammy’s pussy, I set about inducing her to produce new ones, on the way to the thundering orgasm that she deserved. Of course, I would also derive tremendous pleasure from every aspect of eating her delectable pussy.

This would include the beauty of where I would be licking. Tammy had apparently shaved herself there that morning, wanting to make her pussy more sensitive to what she knew I would be doing, and it had enhanced her appearance as well. She has very fair skin, especially around that area, and her red, swollen inner lips, which were pushing their way through her slit, made a delightful contrast. Her clit, at the junction of those lips was also swollen and had started pushing its way out from under its protective hood. Later, when the time was right for Tammy to climax, I would lick and suck her there, but I wanted to take a long time and first build her up to the highest possible level of pleasure that I could, which would give her an even better orgasm.

Before I started caressing her pussy lips with my tongue, I placed my hands on her hips, enjoying her soft, smooth skin, and holding her in place. She would not shy from what as I was doing, as she had shied from the harness and the bit, but Tammy would move around involuntarily as her pleasure built, and I wanted to keep her upright. The carriage poles and her harness would keep her from falling to the side or backward, and I would support her to keep her from falling on top of me, if her movements got too active.

With Tammy’s legs wide apart, allowing me the best access she could, I started by licking one of her outer lips, stopping when I reached her mons. Her skin there was soft and smooth, and I relished the way it felt to my tongue. My ponygirl must have liked it too, because there was fresh nectar waiting for me when I brought my mouth back to where I had started. I licked her other outer lip the same way, with the same result.

Moving my face in closer, so it was almost pressed against her pussy, I started licking between an inner and outer lip, at their origin, just below her adorable love hole. The skin there was even softer and smoother than her outer lips had been, and felt even better against my tongue. After covering all that first area, my mouth reached the point where the two lips are close together, and I angled my head so I could insert my tongue between the labia. Moving it rapidly in and out of the seam, I took a long time traveling the short distance to the end of the inner lip.

By the time I reached that point, Tammy’s pussy was squirming and her legs seemed to be trembling slightly. She was cooing in pleasure, an even less equine sound, but a very pleasant one to hear, and a slip from character that we could easily overlook. I drew my face away very briefly and saw how her clit was starting to peek out from its protective hood, and her lips had become more swollen. I smiled at these signs of the increasing level of her pleasure, and brought my face back down to the place where I had started.

After my tongue had sluiced up all the plentiful fresh juices, I started licking between Tammy’s other pussy lips. These were treated the same way; I moved my face very slowly, and covered the entire area many times over. When I reached the end of this inner lip, I gently drew my tongue across the top of her clit hood. Tammy started shuffling and stamping her feet, expressing her enjoyment, and her cooing turned to moans of bliss, although the bit in her mouth interfered with the sounds. It was still too early to start sucking on her clit, but I did curl my tongue under the protective hood and fondle the little darling. The response was more activity of the lovely ponygirl’s legs, and her pussy starting to thrust down against my face. She was getting closer to cumming, but I wanted to build her pleasure up a bit more.

Once again, I started below Tammy’s dripping love hole and devoured the nectar she had just produced. After I had savored it all, I probed my tongue into the edge of that delightful pink orifice, relishing the tiny drops of her juice that landed on my tongue. Very slowly, I moved my tongue to the side and up, probing the edge of her love hole and exploring under her inner lip. The beautiful ponygirl very much wanted to cum, and her body writhed above me, as my tongue continued making love to her pussy. Instead of staying on one side of her adorable love hole, I moved my tongue back and forth between the sides, dipping into the bubbling cauldron to sample the nectar.

When I reached the top of the source of those delicious juices, I knew it was time. Tammy’s head was tossing up and down and her luscious breasts swayed and bounced above me, and her clit had completely pushed its way clear of its protective hood. Opening my mouth wide, I enveloped the charming love button and started sucking. My lips formed a seal at the base, and my tongue caressed the swollen sides and top for all the time I sucked on her. Tammy seemed to be whimpering from the extreme pleasure I was giving her, but I couldn’t tell because of the bit that would remain between her teeth. Suddenly, her movements became even more frenetic, and I could tell she was starting to cum.

Her legs pistoned into the ground as her thighs squeezed my head. Tammy’s body thrashed above me, and I could hear the creaking of the harness straps that connected her to the carriage poles. I held onto her hips to keep her as steady as I could, and kept her clit in my mouth, licking and sucking for as long as she was cumming. Abruptly, her body spasmed, and I knew she had climaxed. I remained sitting between her legs, licking all the fresh juices from her thighs, belly, crotch, and all over her pussy, even sucking them from her precious love hole. When I finally had them all, I backed slowly away, stood up and put my arms around her shoulders.

“Good girl,” I crooned into her ear. “Goooooood girl. Goood Tammy.” As I crooned to her and petted her, I unobtrusively supported her, letting her lean on me and rest up from her orgasm.

After a few minutes, she straightened up, and I knew she was ready. Tammy tossed her head, eager to get back to the stable for the additional sex she knew we would be having, but I wanted to be sure she was comfortable.

“More water, Girl” I asked her, holding out a bottle I had just opened. She tossed her head in the affirmative, so I fed her the half liter as I had done earlier. I drank one of the bottles myself, because I had gotten thirsty during the long time I had spent eating her pussy.

“Giddyup,” I told her, brushing her shoulders with the reins.

Obediently, Tammy started forward and I tugged on the left rein, so she would turn around and go back the way we had come. She obeyed that command also and, seconds later, we were heading back to the intersection of bridle paths where she had chosen her own route. This time she followed my commands, and we were on our way back to the stable. Just for the fun of it, I whipped her with the braided feathers again, and she sped up a little. Once again, I enjoyed the sight of her lovely naked body moving in front of me, with her tail swinging from side to side and the steady “clip-clop” of her hooves on the hard dirt.

When we reached the stable, I maneuvered her around until she backed inside, pushing the trap. “Whoa!” I called out, and climbed off the carriage while Tammy stopped and stood placidly, waiting for me to remove her tack.

The bridle came off first, and I carefully removed the bit from her mouth and hung the device in its proper place. When I returned, I embraced Tammy around the neck again and, her mouth, free of the bit now, she licked some of her pussy juices off my face. Still leaving her tethered to the carriage post, I hugged her while removing the harness in the reverse order of hooking it up. Tammy stood patiently, anxious to get back to her stall and, after hanging up the harness, I led her there, until her head extended between the planks that would keep her locked in her stall. After lowering the top one into place, I went around to the front to remove the collar and leash.

As Tammy leaned forward and ate some of the Cheerios, I took the water basin over to the hose and rinsed it out. It was already clean, but I wanted to remove any dust that might have settled during the day. The water ran until it was cool and fresh, and I filled the basin and set it on the feeding tray in front of Tammy, so she could drink if she wanted. She did put her face into the water, continuing in her role as a ponygirl, but she probably didn’t drink any. After removing the collar and leash, I went around and back into the stall where Tammy was shuffling her feet, as if in anticipation.

“Gooood girl,” I crooned to her again, with my arm draped affectionately over her back. “Gooooood girl.”

I raised my arm again and went around so I stood directly behind Tammy. Once again, I caressed her skin, but this time it was her voluptuous ass. “Pretty ponygirl,” I told her, letting her know where I was. She knew as well as I did what I was going to do, and was clearly impatient for me to start.

She was no more impatient than I was, because I had been getting horny all day from watching Tammy’s beautiful naked body trotting in front of me, and smelling her pussy and tasting her nectar. I don’t know if she heard me unfastening my pants or not, but she certainly knew that was what I would be doing. With them and my underwear down around my knees, and my hard cock encased in the condom that I took from my pocket, I stepped up to Tammy again and resumed caressing her curvaceous ass.

She knew what would be happening next, and she softly stamped her hooves, in preparation, spreading her legs as she did. The musky aroma of her pussy filled my nostrils, making me even hornier. I moved closer and, holding my shaft in one hand, I rubbed the tip against the fragrant wetness that Tammy was secreting. With my cock ready, I pressed the tip against the small, slippery hole, and gave a firm push. The butt plug in her ass made her pussy even tighter, and my cock slid along between her lips without gaining entrance.

I tried again, reaching my arms around her hips to pull Tammy’s pussy lips apart with my fingers. Holding them spread with the one hand, I guided my cock with the other, and pressed the tip against the hole again. This time, a firm push wedged the head of my cock inside the delightful place I wanted it to be. She was tight, but slippery and, with another firm push, almost another inch squeezed inside her pussy. Tammy squirmed in front of me and stamped her hooves, obviously enjoying what I was doing. She even bowed her back, which raised her hips, and presented her pussy to me as a better target.

As snug as Tammy was, and with as much of my cock as was inside her, I no longer needed to guide it, so I placed my hands gently on her body. After caressing the soft, smooth skin of her back and sides a few times, I pushed my cock forward, while pulling back on her hips. With the added leverage, I was able to squeeze almost my entire shaft inside her. Tammy wouldn’t speak, even though she no longer had the bit in her mouth, but I could hear her cooing in pleasure at the way my cock was stretching her pussy, and she swiveled her hips as she stamped her hooves.

Until then, I had been leaning back, thrusting forward with my pelvis and avoiding contact with the base of the butt plug that held Tammy’s tail. However, with most of my cock inside, I changed that, and stood up straighter behind her. In this position, her pretty black tail was in my face, so I pushed it aside, letting it brush against my right shoulder, and thrust my cock hard and deep into her pussy. With her pussy angled toward me the way it was, and the leverage I had, pulling Tammy toward me by her hips, I was able to drive the entire length of my cock into her, until my legs were pressed up against the backs of her thighs.

When I did that, my belly also jolted the butt plug that held Tammy’s tail, driving it more deeply into her ass, giving her the thrill of a double penetration. I heard her loud moan of pleasure, but I had no objection to her getting out of character like that. Fucking a pony, such as I was doing, is certainly out of character for me anyhow. Slowly, I drew back again, until just the head of my cock was still inside her pussy, paused for a second, and drove it all the way back into her again. Tammy’s response that time was a louder moan. The next stroke was just like the second, except that when Tammy felt my cock surging into her pussy, she fucked back to meet me, and our bodies ended up plastered even more tightly together.

We continued like that for a long time, my hands on her lovely hips, my cock in her lovely pussy and the butt plug being driven more deeply into Tammy’s lovely ass at every stroke. Her blissful moans grew louder by the second and, although the heavy planks between us muffled the sounds, I thought I could also hear her whimpers of extreme pleasure. I could see her body writhing in front of me, and see and feel her hips swiveling as she stamped her hooves, like pistons, in rhythm with the thrusts of my cock into her. Her movements added to my pleasure, and I knew they added even more to hers.

Our fucking continued, and the motions of the sexy ponygirl became even more strenuous. I knew it was almost time for her to cum. We were both aware that a woman’s orgasm is better if it is delayed until the level of her pleasure is at its highest peak, and Tammy’s level was very close to that. Not making any changes in the tempo of my thrusts into her pussy, I leaned to the right, so her tail was over my left shoulder, and reached around her hip until my hand was on Tammy’s pubic area. Juices covered her pussy and were running down her legs, so I coated my fingers with some of them and reached up to find her clit. Gently, I pinched the precious morsel between two folds of her lips, held them between my thumb and fingers, and started stroking, synchronizing those movements with the thrusts of my cock into her pussy.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Tammy blurted, in that same rhythm, as she started cumming. By that time, neither of us was concerned about staying in character. Her hooves stamped all around my feet, and her body thrashed from side to side and back and forth in front of me, thumping her shoulders against the planks that held her in place. When her stall was built, the padding was included for just that reason. Wanting to keep her upright, I reached my other arm around her to hold her as well as I could, and continued massaging her clit while driving my cock into her pussy and jolting the butt plug in her ass.

Tammy climaxed, giving a very non-ponylike cry of joy, while her muscles suddenly clenched and her back bowed, slamming her pussy back against me. I stopped massaging her clit but continued driving my cock into her pussy and holding her upright. She was very relaxed after her great orgasm, and I didn’t want her falling down in her stall, possibly choking herself against the lower of the planks that kept her head in place. A great geyser of pleasure welled up inside of me, and I started climaxing, ejaculating heavily into my condom. I wasn’t through yet; I continued driving my cock in and out of Tammy’s pussy, pumping out more semen until I was through cumming. It was one of the best in my very extensive experience.

We quickly got back into character, so neither Tammy nor I said anything while we leaned together, supporting each other for a brief rest after our great fucking. When I was ready, I eased my cock out of her, scooped up some of the juices from her pussy and licked them off my hand. The sex part of our day together was through, but Tammy was back in her ponygirl mode, so I put my arm around her shoulders as I had earlier.

“Good girl,” I crooned to her. “Good, pretty ponygirl.” Tammy rubbed her body against mine in a display of equine affection.

I removed my condom and, after pulling my underwear and pants back up, stuck it and its wrapper into my pocket. The house key was hanging on a small nail by the entrance to the stall, and I stuck that in another pocket. The last thing I did in the stall was to release Tammy’s arms from the shackles. On my way out, of the stable, I picked up the cooler of water, including the empty bottles, and left it in the cab of my truck. After that, I walked to the house to wait for Tammy to join me.

Once inside, I went to the bathroom, flushed the condom down the toilet and washed my hands and face. There is another bathroom, right off the stable, but I have never used that one. Part of Tammy’s ponygirl fetish is for her master or mistress of the day, me on that occasion, to pretend it isn’t there. Once out of her ponygirl mode and with her arms free, Tammy would unfasten the lower plank in the front of the stall to free her head so she could stand up. After entering the bathroom that only she would ever use, she would remove the belt, ease the butt plug out of her ass and rinse it off. She would return and sterilize it later, so it would be ready for the next time she felt like pulling a carriage with a sex partner around the grounds. Once naked, she would take a shower to wash off the sweat and the dust from the trail and the lubricant that had dripped from her ass, and she would take her hair down from being in a mane.

Once Tammy had taken care of these things, she got dressed in her normal human clothes and joined me in her house. Her hair was no longer in a mane, but there were still red ribbons interwoven in it. We kissed each other on the cheeks, the way good friends do, and had a very nice visit together. Tammy had baked a cake earlier, and she served that with coffee, and our conversation was of her expectations in future athletic endeavors, my writing, and other topics. No mention was made of horses or ponies or carriages. When I left, I was already looking forward to the next time Tammy would invite me to her house, where I would be entertained by an attractive, intelligent friend, or to her stable, where I would be given a ride by, and cavort with a beautiful and sexy ponygirl.