Treat of the Tricked Pony!

I had stayed with my new friend, since I had arrived at her place. We had both enjoyed it, practising on our own, even though, we had done it together.

She had prepared a meal for the two of us, once we had gathered, what was to gather, after the 'Practice'. Then she had prepared another meal, before we went to bed, for the night. She had even prepared our breakfast. I guess she felt an obligation, since I had stayed over. I don't know, I did not ask. I couldn't blame her. Just as I had enjoyed to stay over, imagining, she enjoyed it as much?

Then, just after breakfast, she looked at me, looked into my eyes. It had been entirely unprovoked, yet I enjoyed it, looking into her eyes, in turn. Neither of us, desiring to break of.

Then, all of a sudden, she brought up her right hand, placing a finger on my lower lip, feeling the smooth rubbery surface, she couldn't avoid it. Not as if I minded her feeling it. It is where the horn had entered me. She had slipped the horn in, as a kind of gift, as to say. I had not minded the pony, as she did. I was ever grateful, even now, I know I will remain so. The feeling never to change, or diminish.

At first, she did neither say anything, nor react at all. Then she just looked at me, before she opened her mouth.

“The pony gave it to you?” she asked.

I could hear the tone of voice, knowing the reaction behind it.

“Yes. I'm sure, she could do the same for you, if you like!” I replied.

“Yes!” she said, as she put her hands together, and I knew what was about to come.

It's early in the day, I'm not even sure we could see the pony, this early. As she put her hands together, so did I. Even if the place wasn't the ideal choice.

Should I have been surprised, as I saw her hands change, transform, into her blue yello, while I felt the same change coming over me, only mine is red.

She soon pushed hers to my face, my lips. I'm not sure what I should have expected, but she soon slip in, into my mouth. My lips eagerly allowing her in, contracting around her. I did not try to slip into her mouth, she had not been granted the gift, not yet.

To my surprise, I felt wet, just not the orchid. I could also feel her, as wet as I had expected, as the mere contact caused her to come, this time. I guess I came at the same time.

It could have been repeating, what had transpired the other day? Yet, certain details had changed. Not so much the revelation. It is more the position. We're not in bed. And nothing kept us together. With that, we came apart much sooner. Just had enough time to make it enjoyable.

She had made the point. It was enough, I guess.

She looks into my eyes, once more, as we've gathered ourselves, up from the floor.

“Oooh!” she just moaned.

“Then you are most definitely going to have her giving you the same gift!” I just told her, and she just nodded.

From there, she leads me to the shower. I guess it is time. Thankfully, I am nude, as was she. I'm just holding my arms around her, and she responded by holding her arms around me. Now she just looked into my eyes, again, for a very long time, and I look back. Feeling the hot water falling over us, washing us, from overhead, then flowing down, and disappearing into the hole in the floor.

She had managed to fetch a pair of large towels, for the two of us, and we soon dried ourselves off, and one another.

She picked up a pair of panties for me, and another for herself, and we quietly slipped them on, then she picked up the socks, the skirt, and the top. I was content, borrowing them of her. I couldn't refuse, not now.

Once we had dressed, we head for the door, and she locked, as we had exited. From there, we moved together, just as we had, as we left the pony, for her home. Only now, we move in the other direction.