Treat of the Tricked Pony!

As I had interlaced my fingers, then pushed my elbows together, just as my red hoofed pony had instructed me, I could clearly see how my hands started to change.

What surprised me first, is how the changes felt to me. I could clearly feel my hands fuse together as they melted into what was to become the head of the yello I was about to slip inside of my new, and latest friend Hitomi. This did excite me more than I had expected.

Once my hands had fully reformed, the colour changed rapidly. I felt Hitomis eyes on me, my hands, the yello, since her hands obviously changed slower, and seemingly less completely than mine did.

“Hitomi, was today your first time with the pony?” I enquired in a curious, yet supportive tone of voice.

“Yeah, it was. Yet, I enjoyed it. I think I'll go back tomorrow, like she told me!” she replied.

“I've been there four times. Yet, I could see why you would go back to her. I wouldn't be the one to blame you. In part because I'm doing it myself. I'd tell you we're all going together, early tomorrow, even without asking them first!” I responded.

I noticed them barely nodding, since they were already busy, enjoying, what they had been told to do. The instruction was merely suggesting it would be enjoyable, rather than making it into an order with a threat attached to it.

Besides, once I had done it once, I knew I enjoyed doing it, and I was going to do it tomorrow as well.

What I had forgotten to take into account, this is mid week for me. I had been with the pony four times, and the effects were starting to show. Yet, I pretended not to notice, even though I am experienced enough to guide my less experienced friend before me.

I waited for her, to allow her to change before we moved on. I did not want her to wait outside of me, while I started. Since I'm the expert of sorts, since I had been with the pony longer then all my three friends.

“Could you direct the yello towards my mound?” I instructed her, following the head of her yello as she slowly managed to direct her arms in order to comply with my directions.

She was new in the game. I know it, even if she had expressed it was her first time. Now I could clearly see the sings behind her words. It isn't insecurity, it is the signs of lacking experience. I did not mind, just as I refused to rush her. I wanted her with me, but just as much for her sake.

Was it merely to have even pairs, or the new excitement with her additional changes, since she still have her legs in the quadruped pose, sitting before me? I still desired her with me. Not so much for my own sake, even if I knew many would argue the standpoint, as if I cared?

“Yeah. Yes, I think I could. Yeah. There, almost there!” she concluded, as the head of her yello was almost on the edge of my mound.

“Good, just a little bit more!” I encouraged her, as I looked at her directing the tip of the slippery rubber towards my orchid.

There, there!” I moaned as she hit my orchid, knowing just what was about to come.

“Ooooooh!” that feels good!” she then confided in a moaning voice as her yello rubbed against the petals of my orchid several times back and forth.

“If you just push it in!” I affirmed.

As her head slipped inside, I lifted my own yello, aimed the head to her orchid and pressed inside of her in a single fluid motion, demonstrating the experience I had gained, through the times I had enjoyed this situation, throughout the week, both with the pony, and when I had done it alone and with my friends.

I helped her slide in as far as I had intended for her to do, pushing inside of her at the same time, coordinating the movement. Feeling her slip in, just as I slipped inside of her, and as far as I had thought would be feeling enjoyable, before allowing the rebound, bouncing back outwards, only to stock, just before the head slipped out, orchid squeezing tight and thus making the head to bounce in, as if it had been the same movement.

We moaned in chorus, with each bounce, in and out, back and forth. Even if I knew I felt the sensations and the stimulation more intense than she could, due to the fact that I had been there three times more than her. The sensitivity apparently increasing with each and every visit.

I hear Riku and Chihiro sliding back and forth, just the way I did with Hitomi, hearing them moan in their times. In a strange way, they made me even more excited, thus enhancing the joy, the pleasure.

There is an electric tingling sensation, just before I came, just before the bounce turned the motion back, and inwards. I slow down, trying to make it last longer, even if I knew better. I still did feel excitement still rising, as I came once more, and again.

Each time it was stronger, each interval in between shorter.