A Muzzling Good Night

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”Pinkie, it is time for you to feed!” the younger sister called out.

“Yay!” the pink poni called out, as she slowly walked down from where she had been standing, when she was distracting me.

“If you lick the tip of this plug?” the young girl then instructed me, in a teasing tone of voice, insinuating I was to regret not doing it.

As she placed the plug before me, I managed to part my lips, and lick the plug, just as she had suggested. In surprice, I realised, it was much easier then I had expected, since my tongue easily reached the plug, had it all been a ploy to have me explore what the muzle they gave me was capable of?

I noticed the clear plug was about tree inches on the widest, but merely one, just where the sucker cup was meating my rump, when inserted. The surface of the tip of it had felt slick, but soon felt very slippery, as if my saliva had been activating, or reactivating the lube it had been covered with? I still did enjoy the feeling of it. Maybe this was promising something more?

She just placed the plug where I had sat, while they created my hooves. She spread a thin string of gel along the rim of the sucker cup, where she had placed it.

“Now if you just sit down?” she just told me.

I sat down without a word, only to realise the plug was slipping inside of me. She had made it fuse to the surface of the seat, and thus it would not come off of it, no matter how hard I would struggle. Only then, if I tried to stand up, I would soon realise, it would also hold my rump firmly in place, since it was chaped in a matnner that easily slipped inside of me, while lubed, but couldn't slip out, since I'm contracting around it. I was to require her assistance, when I was to leave the chair.

At this time, Pinkie Pie had reached me, and placed her muzzle on my mound, pressing down firmly. Her muzzle alone sent electric chivers down my spine, from the sensations she elicited. That's when she parted her lips, before she started to lick the place cover over my orchid, only to find her tongue slip inside of me.

“Time for your joy ride!” the elder sister pointed out, as she spread a thin line of the gel on my lips, from right to left, thus sealing my lips.

The pink poni slowly started out, licking inside of my orchid, apparently enjoying herself. I hear the noises her tongue made, as it moved around, well out of my control. I wanted to express how it felt, to moan, but to no avail, I couldn't part my lips.

I just placed my hands on her cheeks, holding her head, while she lapped away at me. I had no words for what I wanted to say, so I guess it isn't so bad I couldn't part my lips in the effort to express myself, right now? What she did to me, only made me want to eat her. I slowly felt images and impressions, almost as dreamed of my muzzle on her mound, slipping my tongue inside, eating her, until she screamed. Why did I feel like this? I did not bother analys it. I just felt the emotions flooding me.

Then I realised I was coming. I was coming, and again. Then again. There was no end in site, and it just kept building up.

Apparently I had closed my eyes, the room is dark, I couldn't see anything. All I could see is the poni before me, eating me from the inside and out. She made me come, over and over.

All I could do, is to hold her head between my hands, caressing her cheaks? Is this all I had been reduced to?

Then I just came, again, again, and again. I'm feeling it was building, stronger and stronger. It distracted me from most anything.

I had lost count of how many times I had come, just as I had lost interest in counting. I just knew, I haven't come this many times before, or as strong as now. What was happening to me?

Oh well, there it goes, no climax in site, I'm just coming? Then I felt all fuzzy, a light envelloping me, as if I was about to overload? Both emtionally, and my sences as well. I just folated off. I never noticed, or realised, when she moved away from me, she had apparently had her fill, and I must have peaked. Yet, there is bt the bright haze.

The I realised, as I woke up in the bed. I apparently must have been allowed to climax? The only remaining soarness is from the excertion, from coming, too much?