It was her favorite treat, and she became even more playful as the warm scent drifted toward her.It was her favorite treat, and she became even more playful as the warm scent drifted toward her. "Careful," I warned as I spooned some into her bowl, "It's still hot." Ignoring me (typical), she took a large mouthful, and promptly spit it out. "I told you," I laughed, "Why do you never believe me?" She shot me a look and snorted, then gingerly began to eat, taking a little more care this time. While she ate, I took out my set of brushes, and proceeded to groom her sleek body. Starting with the curry comb, I brushed off the melting snow and ice flakes, and combed out the snags in her mane. A steel-toothed mane comb then gently moved through her deep, flowing mane, making it smooth and soft like silk. The next brush, the Stiff Dandy, was then used to help smooth down her coat, and brush out her tail. Her coat was like the finest velvet. It was smooth, soft, and warm to the touch. She sighed with great content as I ran the brush and my hand down her back, and began rocking gently side-to-side with the rythym of my brushing. As I brushed her firm rump, her tail would flick up and to the side. This was one of her favorite parts of grooo ming, and mine as well. As I combed her tail with the Stiff Dandy, her arousal became more and more evident. She finally stopped flicking her tail, and simply held it up and to the right, giving me a full view of her perfectly formed pussy. Already, faint traces of clear filly-cum were visible. A slight touch to the warm lips caused her to shiver, and flex her vaginal muscles. As nature intended, her pussy "winked" as a result, showing the deep pink insides, and the swollen clitoris, both now well lubricated as her passi on rose. My own passion was quickly on the rise as well, but I wasn't done with the grooming yet. Putting the Stiff Dandy away, I took out the final brush, the Soft Dandy, and began brushing her with it. Her rocking increased, both in tempo and in force. She pushed against me, not enough to knock me over, but enough to assure her that I was still there. |