A Muzzling Good Night

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I had woken up, in a bed I know I had never been in, before the night I arrived here. It's my first night in this bed, and home, of whom ever I had apparently become a guest. Maybe I shouldn't mind.

In part, for the generous pedicure, I had been offered. I couldn't just turn it down. I had enjoyed it. Then, just before bed time, I had been given a set of 'boots', much like the sucker cups I had used, at some time, before. Now, they still cling to my hooves. I guess I did not mind. They're not supposed to fall off, unless I want to take them off. I had not wanted to.

“Want me to finish your pedicure?” the girl offered me.

“Yes, please do finish it!” I had responded, with an excited giggle to my voice.

First she had polished my hooves, one at the time, as I presented them. First she had coated the boots. I had patiently enjoyed her treat. Not considering exactly what she was doing. She had given the boots a second coating? I had failed to realise, just what she was doing. I had felt the brush, as if she had actually been polishing my hooves, not the boots? Maybe I should have noticed, she was actually polishing over not only my hooves, but also the boots. She had then polished the boots, once more, only to finish, by the final coating of the top of the boots.

It feels as if the boots are my hooves. Maybe I should have realised, reacted? I had not. Just enjoying the treat. Then I had slipped out of the bed entirely, taking a few steps, before I stopped.

I think I felt something wet, as if she was coating my mound, then my rear orifice? Then she had coated my orchid. Then I should have protested, as something slipped in from behind? A small entry plug. Even if I had no idea, as to what it was, or what it's good for, any more, then I knew why it had been inserted. I was to learn this fact, as I feel something slip in, and I knew I was contracting around the item. I had no control of the new reflex. It feels strange.

I looked up at the face of the hostess, the girl before me. I knew she isn't a poni of any kind, yet she did have a muzzle, very poni like, for all I could say. Just as the colour of the girl, not a fillie, is very odd to me.

“Oh, you have a muzzle, just like me?” I then uttered in stark realisation.

“Yes, we do. And ears. If you take a step closer?” she then suggested, giggling with a strange expression on her face, as if, there was something more?

I now stood, just but a step from her, looking at her, puzzled. Wondering, just what she was, and where I am. I could clearly recognize the face, not as much freom a poni, but the face is still recognizable, almost as if she was someone I should recognize? Not so much, because I had been sleeping over, with her, and what appeared to be her friend. It is something else. Is that it? She was having a face of a Poni? For it was, what was looking back at me.

Her face, not quite the pink of my hide, but a different pink, lighter, for starters, and a somewhat different hue to it. Something that just couldn't quite make sense. Or, could it?

I was trying to look closer, I see her hide, even if she was standing way too close for me to see her face, as it were. As if she had been standing on her hind hooves?

“You're wet!” I sniffed with an excited giggle, but the words just stopped right there.

“Yes. You're in just the right position to enjoy it, by the looks, and sound of your voice?” she then concluded, giggling excitedly, as if she desired me to take the one step, but then, I hear a sound, I couldn't quite place, just before she stepped forwards, and I found my muzzle, actually touching her mound, and it was indeed wet.

“You wanted me to? Since you seems excited, eager?” I tried to say, my muzzle far too peed in the mound, my lips now pressed up against the wet orchid.

I momentarily made a half hearted attempt to take a small step back, in order to ask, I almost felt my hooves off of the floor, but then, just the next instant, I realised, it was but the hooves, stretching, and I did not get any further back. I found the one thing to do, my lips parted, in order for me to do, what I thought she wanted, and the scent was teasing me forwards, it was just too exciting, it was exciting me.

Her mound, only pressing further, as if in anticipation, her hands on the sides of my face, fingers just under my chin, and I closed my eyes in anticipation, as my tongue slipped out, escaping my mouth.

There was something strange to her hands, not just that they were not fore hooves, as her smiling face had made me feel was suggested. Maybe it wasn't the initial smoothness either? There was something more, something else, but I just couldn't put my hoof to it, not just because my hooves seems to refuse to let go of the floor in her room?

I could clearly feel her fingers caress me, my hide, under my chin. Somehow, it just felt so right. As if she was confirming I was doing exactly what she had wanted me to do all along, she was desiring it, and for me to do it? By some chance, I had been just in the right spot. I couldn't escape it.

My tongue initially dancing around, on the outside, the outskirts of the orchid. She was indeed wet, I could feel it now, since my tongue had touched her. Ofhorse she wanted it, she was aiding me, helping my head stay in place, in just the right possition, even if, by chance, I would have been spot on, already.

Feeling the slippery stiffness of the orchid, only teasing me further, driving me on. I couldn't regret it, even if I could have moved away. I just felt, how I brought a smile to her face. It is, what I do, and who I am. Isn't it. Even if it isn't how I used to do it? I was getting confused. Yet, it felt right. I could get used to it. The taste? I like, or love how she felt. Feeling her happy alone?

She had presented herself, in such a teasing manner, the excitement, the joy out of, what ever it was?

Then, I dared to push, just a little further, maybe, just maybe, in hope to get closer, to taste more of the juices, to have it more undiluted? I certainly did want more. I desired it, as it occurred to me, I knew it. I can't deny it.

With every instant, the desire grew stronger. Just as I knew, this is where I wanted to be. I couldn't turn back. There was no way I could, and not just because my hooves seemed to refuse to take me away, out of the spot. I had ceased to try moving back.

Slightly, bit by bit, she had allowed my tongue to advance further, and inwards. I feel her around my tongue, and she is tight. I wanted for her to be. Only then, something happened, there's a chift in, how it felt. Not that it felt less right, and it couldn't feel any more right..

What happened, is that I slowly felt a pulse, she had started to pulse around my now outsretched tongue. I knew what that means. I was making her happy, truly happy.

She was making wimpering litle noices, moaning, with every pulse? They were fairly far apart, this early, but were steadily growing closer, and stronger?

She still was rubbing the underside of my chin, but the fingers tensed up, with every pulse. Just as the juices increased, grew thicker, each time. Her thickening juices, only driving me on, how could I resist? I did not want to, just as I couldn't even want to, there is no room for such a thought.

Trying my best, swallowing the increasing amout of thickening juices, even when it grew harder to move my tongue, as her excitement mounted. It grew harder and harder, moving my tongue, as she grew tighter, as the pulse grew fast and strong. Though she was still slippery enough, for me to keep teasing her, in order to keep the juices flowing. I had realised, I desire her juices.

Then it popped into my mind, her juices are so sweet, I couldn't imagine, I had been imagining it all?

In the end, she had pressed me in so far, so firmly, I could barely breathe, yet the excitemnt still pushed me further, as my tongue kept playing inside of her, eliciting her juices to flow freely, increasing, and thickening, all over my tongue, and down my throat?

She apparently had me, exactly where she wanted me, where her desire dictated, for me to be. I guess my mind was starting to feel like a blur?