<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Dressage on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/dressage/</link><description>Recent content in Dressage on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/dressage/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Pony Club</title><link>/stories/2015/11/05/pony-club/</link><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/11/05/pony-club/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a new harness. All broad straps of brown leather with heavy steel buckles. I almost purred as I allowed her to strap it about me. First the collar snug about my throat, then the mass of soft straps that unrolled down about my naked body from that collar. I felt myself shiver as they almost caressed me, curling about my body as their designer had no doubt intended.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sarah’s Pony Play</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/sarahs-pony-play/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/sarahs-pony-play/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is not your typical Ponygirl story, it contains human/human &amp;amp; pony/stallion sex.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once a fortnight Sarah would visit a friend, David who
would allow her the pleasure of doing something she really adored, but
which she felt many people would not understand, pony play. She’d always
loved ponies, as a girl she had owned ponies, and truly adored them. Now
she had grown up a little more, she’d decided it would be nice to live
the life of a pony, and use it as a way of taking away the stresses of
her busy life.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Sarah’s Pony Play</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/sarahs-pony-play/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/sarahs-pony-play/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is not your typical Ponygirl story, it contains human/human &amp;amp; pony/stallion sex.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once a fortnight Sarah would visit a friend, David who
would allow her the pleasure of doing something she really adored, but
which she felt many people would not understand, pony play. She’d always
loved ponies, as a girl she had owned ponies, and truly adored them. Now
she had grown up a little more, she’d decided it would be nice to live
the life of a pony, and use it as a way of taking away the stresses of
her busy life.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Secrets of Shackleton Grange 3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-secrets-of-shackleton-grange-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-secrets-of-shackleton-grange-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="secretsofshackletongrange2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Secrets of Shackleton Grange 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Horse Play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After what seemed like several hours, during which Cathy had no option but to remain in immovable stasis, the sound of several sets of feet approaching slowly but surely built in volume, until they sounded as if they were just outside the door. The turning of the key in the lock, then the creaking of the ancient wood, was swiftly followed by the unmistakable tones of Dolores’ voice permeating through the layers of latex.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>