Treat of the Tricked Pony!

To any who knew me, it is known, my love for ponies. What I didn't know, is how much more fun I was to have with this one pony. Just as I had no idea how she ended up, where she stood as I found her.

I had been nude at the time. Then I had stumbled upon, what seems to be a curious offer, and option. I had slipped a pair of stockings on. Just the stockings. They reach me all the way up over my thighs, and looks as if they had been made out of a pink rubber by the looks, but are so tight and finely detailed, you couldn't spot them unless you knew I'm wearing them.

I momentarily looked up as I saw her where she stood on a desk or a table, glistering black hooves fused to the smooth surface. Maybe it is this detail that originally caught my eye, but then I noticed a horn in her fore head. That is when she spoke up, addressing me.

“Welcome, and please enjoy yourself!” the pony stated as I was looking at her from a few feet away.

“I will, I guess!” I responded, not quite sure what else I could say, or do at this particular point in time.

“Would you hold my horn?” she then suggested, seemingly out of the blue, yet in a seductive manner that made it impossible for me to refuse her.

“Yeah?” I responded, as I placed my right hand on her horn, surprised by the slippery gel I soon realised couldn't smear, but just made it feel slippery in an exciting manner.

“Would you place your right hand, palm down on the table? She teasingly suggested.

I moved to the table she had just indicated and placed my hand on top of it, my palm pressed down lightly on the smooth surface.

“If you'd just place your left hand on my horn, and hold on for about a minute?” she suggested, keeping up her tease, knowing full well she had me in her pocket, as it were.

I walked back to her and placed my hand on her horn. I noticed it still was just as slippery as it had been, no sign of my right hand holding on to it, a mere minute or so before, curiously looking at her.

“Could you place your left hand on the table, palm down?” she suggested.

I was looking at her curiously for a moment, before I walked over to the table again, before placing my left hand on top of the still just as smooth surface. There was nothing special to it. Just a polished surface with a surprisingly smooth and glossy look to it. I did miss the effect of it, but that will soon be revealed to me.

“Could you hold my horn with both hands, fingers interlaced?” she suggested.

I walked back to her. How curious, she had her hooves fused to the surface of this table. Why are they black, and polished to this high gloss. Did the colour have anything to do with how she had her hooves fused to the table?

I placed my hands around her horn, just as she had instructed me with a curious expression on my face, and a silly smile on my lips. I'm still oblivious of what she was driving at, despite the fact that I did enjoy her game, as silly as it may seem.

“Place your hands on the table, palms down!” she then giggles, as she looks at me, as if she tried to read my facial expression.

I did as she told me, walking over to the table for the last time today. I had no idea I was to go back tomorrow, since I had not seen what she was driving at. Placing my hands on the table again, nothing had changed. It felt exactly like it did the previous time, when I had pressed only one of my hands on the top of the table. Why should it change now?

“Put your hands together, fingers interlaced, and press your elbows together, and come over to me!” she told me, finally taking me somewhere, even if I still did not have a clue, as to where I was pushed.

I walked back to her, looking at her as I put my hands together as in prayer. Then I interlaced my fingers and pushed my elbows together as she told me without question.

This is when she brought the point home, as my hands started to change into black rubber in the form of the head, the tip of a yello, and the change progressed all the way up my arms, stopping only at my elbows. I noticed it is the same pitch black, and glistering as her hooves. She left me with a curious feeling, making me wonder what she was doing, and why she had seduced me into doing what I had done thing far.

“If you would be as kind, as to walk up behind me and slip the head of your yello inside of my orchid? I doubt you could miss it!” she then teased me.

“If you really want me to, I guess this will be interesting!” I suggested.

“Interesting, is barely covering the first thing of it. Yes, I would love you to do this!”” she pointed out.

“Then I'll do my best to enjoy it to!” I said as I walked around her to the back.

After a moment of exploration, I found what she had told me to look for, then I started to aim the head of my yello towards the centre of her mound, which is incidentally where the orchid is located.

After a few minutes of work, I had managed to place the head squarely on the blossoming orchid, before I pressed my advantage, greeted by a surprising sensation as I slip inside of her, feeling her contract firmly around me all the way.

Slipping in was almost too easy, yet I did still feel a very firm contact all around all the way. I soon realised, she is just as tight as I could desire for it to be enjoyable, and I'd have to admit it is much more enjoyable than I could have imagined. However I had even expected this to even be any joy. I had been mistaken, and she had known it all along.

Pushing further in, until I hit the end and found myself bouncing back outwards. She still is just as tight all the way in, which was something of a shock to me. As short lived as the effect of the actual shock is I still do enjoy what she teased me into.

Feeling her around not only the head, but all the way along the shaft of the yello, as far in as I got. There is an electric tingle all over my head. Incited by my movement in, and hen back out. Only I soon realised I was once more cut short as I hit the end.

I never managed to slip out, she couldn't even have pushed me out, had she wanted or tried. A small detail I stay oblivious of. In part because she never told me, and I can't read her mind in order to know.

By some strange occurrence, I'm apparently sensitive in the head of the yello, as if it had been a part of me, or the one part actually fully sensitive for this.

Little by little, she incited increasing intensity, and heated me up towards a boiling point, pushing me ever forwards.

If it was me, or her holding the steady pace slow, but it was doing the trick, I can't help but coming, once, twice and thrice. Harder and harder, faster and faster.

It all ended as unexpectedly as it had started, about an hour after I had slipped inside of her. It is as if it had been designed, but I couldn't complain at this point. I had enjoyed the event too much for this.

Something else, something more had happened as I had enjoyed her, but I had failed to notice it. I only realised what had happened as I had pulled out of her, and taken a moment to catch my breath. I'm standing as on the tip of my toes, but it is the black hooves, identical to the hooves she is standing on, black and glistering.

My feet and legs had changed accordingly, or I had fallen over.

“Practice on your own, I'm sure you will enjoy it!” she told me as I regained my composure after the realisation, and the shock that came with it.

“I will!” I just said lamely.

“Come back tomorrow, and any other day you like!” she then filled in.

“I guess I should!” I continued, but with considerably more conviction and certainty to my voice now.

“I'm looking forwards to it!” she teased me.

“Yeah, I'd bet you would!” I told her as I started to walk back the way I came from.