Shimmy My Way (open) Mar 31, 2009 19:37:13 GMT -6
Post by <Amy> on Mar 31, 2009 19:37:13 GMT -6
Ashton Sinclair && Shimmy My Way
"I don't understand it Shim, how do you get so messy standing in a ring?" demanded an exasperated looking redhead teen. She was standing outside of the stall of a silver buckskin roan Arabian, the black maned stallion looking back at her with dark expressive eyes. The redhead sighed and folded her arms across her chest, appraising the dusty stallion. There was mud on his belly and on his legs when all she had done was let him out into one of the unused rings for a little while so she could clean his stall. From what she could figure, Ashton could only guess he decided to roll around for a while or something. "Honestly, Shim, I just groomed you but I guess this time its a bath."
Snatching the dark blue lead rope up, Ash clipped it onto the stallion's halter and unbolted his stall door. The Arabian whinnied and trotted out of the stall, swinging his black tail and looking almost pleased with himself. Ashton rolled her eyes and walked the messy boy toward the wash stalls. Clipping him in one, Ashton went to the tack room and dug around in her cabinet until she found shampoo and her grooming kit. Walking back to Shimmy My Way, Ashton put the kit on a ledge that divided two of the wash stalls. Reaching in her pocket, Ashton pulled out her iPod. Scrolling for a second, Ashton selected a playlist and hit play before turning the volume up and locking it before putting it on a higher shelf to avoid getting it wet. The music was an Indian remix, one of the songs Ash often belly danced too since her cousin had taught her how several years ago. She was good, too.
Grabbing the spray, Ashton began to soak down her messy stallion while humming to the music. Working the sprayer over his legs, back and hindquarters, Ashton held the cheek strap of Shimmy's halter to keep the stallion steady so he didn't bump her over shifting his hips around in the stall. The Indian music played in the background while Ash dug in the kit and snatched up the shampoo and started soaping down the stallion's muddy legs.
Just as she was straightening up from one leg, the song sped up and without thinking Ash's hips started to move, stomach and abs following as she worked her way around Shimmy. Pausing, Ashton smiled, seeing Shim watching her.
"What? A girl can't dance and wash her pretty boy at the same time?" Ashton asked, hips still moving with the beat.
In response the buckskin roan whinnied and tossed his head, most of his dark mane clinging to his neck. Stomping a hoof the stallion bobbed his head, making his redheaded mistress laugh.