Ponies Dance Move Novels & Stories

Only instead of a single pole, she had many vines, skillfully maneuvering between them in seductive tricks and poses. Suspensions, holds, splits, and complex hangs—her incredibly flexible, young, and sexual body had an effect on all the spectators. The audience could not take their eyes off the genuinely complex and captivating exotic dance among the vines. By the middle of the performance, several more equally attractive girls joined the soloist. Now they performed either synchronized pirouettes or, provocatively rubbing their bodies against each other, stimulating sinful fantasies. An incredibly intriguing and mesmerizing spectacle! When the music ended, the girls disappeared as unobtrusiv

Lanie was among them, her brown ponytail and festival dress spinning out as she twirled. Faline sat off to the side on a blanket with a punch bowl and plate that only had crumbs remaining next to her. She hadn’t been able to join in the dance, not with her pregnant belly being as full as the moon above. However, a content smile lit the female Knight’s lips from just watching the people enjoy themselves. Once the dance was finished, Lanie weaved through the crowd and collapsed onto the blanket beside Faline. The Knight poured another cup of pear and ginger punch.

His Colt sounded like Coat. “Ah, bud, I wish I could.” Colton made a regretful tsking sound as he shook his head. Then he glanced my way, and his eyes glittered with mischief. “But I’ve got to keep this pretty lady here company, unless...you can talk Juli into dancing with us too.” My eyes bugged with shock, unprepared for just how devious he was. What was worse, the freaking Chicken Dance started next. The Chicken Dance. The whitest freaking dance of all white dances.

Lyda guided Hazel over to a nearby tree small enough to tie her reins around but strong enough to hold her until she returned. With Hazel secured, Lyda picked up her lantern and proceeded to go on by herself. She did take more than several steps before Hazel started going berserk again. Lyda glanced back, watching as the pony thrashed about as if trying to break free of her tether. She froze as soon as she saw Lyda watching. Lyda took another step forward, and the pony began to whine again. It was as if she did not want Lyda to go any further.