A Muzzling Good Night

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I had left her hanging. No, I had not forgottten that pink pony. How could I? Just that she still is hanging. Not so much in physical terms, just that she had not managed to climax? Just the way it had been foreseen, intended.

I had enjoyed the sound of her mones. Knowing the feelings her moaning represented. I guess I could let her stay like this?

In the end, I had finally allowed her to come down, the switch had been flipped, then she had finally managed to trot down to the floor. Even though her eyes seems a bit glazed, from the teasing, holding her focus out of it.

“Night!” I told her, and my sister.

“Night!” came the reply.

Pinkie Pie still in the middle, I guess neither of us could allow her to fall out of the bed, and we both wanted her close. There is but the one single way of coping, she is stuck in the middle.

Apparently, she love to be the centre of attention, which isn't something that bothered me. In fact, it is exactly where I wanted her to be. I know we all desire, just that.

Ofcuse, the question is, just how well we had grounded her. The sucker cups for hooves, how firmly it was to hold her to the floor, and to our home? Considering just how easily she had slipped into our living room, our home, and our life?

Don't read me wrong, it isn't as if I regret her entering my life, quite to the cuntrary. I'm quite pleased. I have enjoyed her, just as I hope she has enjoyed us. Just that I had desired for her, not to leave us.

The idea of grounding her, is just as much in order to make it impossible for her to return, to leve us. Part of her belong to this world, and it is an integral part of her now. It is impossible to just pull it off of her. Now, if only I knew, it was to keep her with us. Even though, there is the second part to the plan. What I had given her.

I imagine, she still do enjoy the effcts, of what I had given her. She may not know how it works, or why? Unless ofcause, just by being herself, 'Pinkie Pie', and thus just know it. Then again, she isn't quite capable of focusing, but the joy just may push her to the next level instead? You never know with her. Maybe it is the joy of it all?