A Little H-Money Archive

Rating: Mature

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Tags/contains: Pony play; fluff; smut; sexy dorks; public sex; roleplay; silly

Summary: Hetty was an excellent horsewoman in her day, but she’s never had a steed like Trevor!

Pony Ride

by Hestia01


It was a relatively quiet day. The B&B had a couple of guests, but they were out wandering in the woods on a nature hike. This didn’t give the resident ghosts much for entertainment. Trevor sat by himself on the couch, just lounging. He didn’t feel like watching tv, he was just letting his mind wander peacefully. The next minute, without a word, Hetty sauntered in to him with a coy smile. She looked around to make sure no one else was around to catch her, and then sat on his lap, facing him. Tugging her dress out from under her, she adjusted her skirts so so she wasn’t sitting on any part of them. It would do no good to be uncomfortably entangled. Trevor felt the silkiness of her stockings, the light drape of her chemise, flimsy softness of her pantalettes...and...her warm, wet nethers dragging against him.

Hetty purred and slid back and forth against him enticingly. This was really quite daring! She had heard stories of public fornication—most shocking!—and after pondering it for a time, it felt like quite the adventure to try!

Trevor gulped, automatically holding her around the waist while she clung to his shoulders. His hands moved up and down her back to her bustle. Why was that floofy, flowing dress so damn hot?! Trevor mmm’ed as he thought of it swishing behind her. It drove him wild! Especially when he thought of what was under it! He kissed her neck, tugging her collar down so he could nuzzle and lap her. Hetty trilled a high, soft growl of encouragement. She was enjoying this!

They moved together, and, with some slight adjustments, he slipped right in. They would both agree that there was something incredibly hot about doing this in a public room, while still fully covered. Trevor felt Hetty’s wet heat swallow him whole, he let out another soft groan. This was incredible!

They rocked fluidly together, when Hetty giggled and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "You know, Trevor, I was quite the accomplished horseback rider when I was alive." She quirked her eyebrows at him suggestively.

"Ever ridden a bucking bronco?" He posed, suddenly lifting both of his legs up so she was hoisted into the air! He let her down again with a soft yet firm bump, jostling her pleasantly!

"Ooh! Trevor! Mmmm!"

"I'm glad your old-timey underoos are so weird," Trevor panted as he thrusted, scooting back and forth in his seat. “Easy access.”

"Won't...dignify...that...with a...response..." Hetty replied hoarsely.

"What'll you do if your horse gets spooked? And starts...doing this?" Trevor teased, bouncing her on his legs, making her let out a shriek of laughter! "Hold on!"

"Silly! I’ll have you know I've kept my mount on a wilder ride than this!" Hetty declared, expertly keeping her seat. She undid his tie and held the ends loosely around his neck. She clicked at him imperiously. "Easy, boy, that's a good boy. Whoa, there, bronco. Don’t tire yourself out too fast."

Trevor obediently slowed his pace back down and whinnied, really getting into the spirit of their play. Sasappis chose that moment to come in with Thor to watch some tv, but he made a quick break for it before they saw him! This would make for excellent gossip later! Thor had no such compunctions; he lingered in the doorway long enough to cheer Hetty on!

"Ride 'em, Hetty! You'll have small pony man broken in!"

That brought Hetty and Trevor’s attention to the door! They froze, clutching each other, but Thor quickly swaggered away, chuckling to himself. "Very happy for Hetty. She very good horsewoman."

Once they shook off the shock of that interruption—that was, after all, the risk they ran by doing this in the open!— Trevor continued, returning to a good, smooth, rhythmic thrust. A canter, he supposed. Not a trot but not quite a gallop. It didn’t take Hetty long to shake off her embarrassment and get back in the groove as well. Trevor slipped his hands under her dress and nimbly into her underwear. Hetty gasped, clinging tighter with a shrill, pleading whine as his fingers worked their magic. She writhed against him, swallowing down deep, throaty groans so they wouldn’t be heard.
Trevor nickered in her ear, giving her a lick as well, making her giggle. He whispered, "Remind me we need to watch Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman tomorrow. Mmm! Set...in the...Old West...or...back when...you were alive...I guess."

"I'll try to...clear...my busy...schedule...uhhhhh...."

With his magic fingers joining in the fray, it wasn't long before Hetty lunged forward and muffled her screams into Trevor's suit coat. Her shrieks soon reached levels that only bats could hear. After a few minutes, she melted into his lap and he held her limp, sated form.

Trevor was feeling pleasantly unstrung now as well. He sat there, seeing stars, when he gasped, "Time to go back to the stable, I think."

"Mm-hmm. Good horsey," Hetty mumbled, still clinging to him languidly, rubbing her cheek against his jacket with a musically content sigh. “If only I had some sugar cubes for you.”

Sam and Jay were the next to barge in, startling Trevor.

Looking at the two Livings like a deer in the headlights, Trevor stammered helplessly, "Oh! Uh...Hetty's taking a nap." He pointed at her needlessly, knowing how futile his excuses were.

Hetty didn't even look up or take any notice. She clung to her steed, cuddling him fondly, more blissed-out than she’d ever been. "Mm-hmm. Night-night, horsey. Good boy. That's a good boy. Shhh..."

Sam stood stock still, gaping at the couple entwined together in front of her. She found herself tugging Jay along after her, resolved not to tell her husband what had truly transpired on their couch. "Uh, Hetty's taking a nap in here. Let's not disturb her."

Utterly unfazed, Jay went along without further questions. "Okay. Sweet dreams, Hetty!"

"Thanks, Jay," she replied dreamily, completely florped.

Once they were alone again, Trevor scooped Hetty up in his arms, making clip-clop sounds with his mouth as he trotted her up the stairs to put her to bed.

The next day, Hetty sought him out with a devilish smile. "Who's my good horsey?"

Trevor immediately lit up. "Time for another ride?"

She sashayed up to him, fluffing her skirt out hypnotically, knowing full well what it did to him. Taking him by the tie, she drew him close and cooed, "Well, I've got to keep you broken in, haven't I? After all I've done to tame you..."

Trevor grinned and stamped his foot twice with an exaggerated nod. Hetty stroked his hair and he bent down to give her neck a nuzzly kiss. “I know of a private place out on the grounds. Lots of space for a good, long gallop, and a roll in the hay.”