Trainer In Training. Pt I

by Ms. Kathyrina

"Thick fur, huh?"

I looked up as the young man asked the question. The rubber brush in my right hand paused mid-motion on my left arm.

The young man's tone had been polite, cheerful, friendly. The question was perfectly appropriate for someone who worked in a pet supply store. It was my thoughts that were out of place, not him.

I had been planning, considering - wondering if the rubber nubbed grooming brush in my hand would be the right level of sensation for pony play with the particular pony I would be meeting. In three hours, I would be trotting my first human pony on the end of a lead. My thinking was filled with leather and buckles, rings and leashes.