Treat of the Tricked Pony!

I had been coming, since she plugged me up. It had taken me a while, reaching my peak. Thankfully. I am quite happy about it. She had then left me, coming, once she was finished. She had merely left me with a set of instructions, apparently meant to be for my joy, as much as hers, or was it for the girls coming by?

Once she left me, I had been stuck on the desk, all four hooves, fused to the surface of the desk, on which I had been standing, then left to my own devices.

Then she had unplugged me. She had extracted the plug preventing me from climaxing. I had stood as before, for mere minutes, before I had felt my climax hitting me. With that, I had reverted to my now white skin. Just the way she had intended me to.

She had covered my horn, with some gel, and the horn had slowly melted away. Then she had covered my forehead, with the gel, used in order to restore me, to the white hide. When I'm not excited, this is who I am, what I am looking like.

She had left my hooves fused to the desk, where I had been standing. Then she had uncovered a mirror before me. She apparently had a reason for it.

I know she did it, yet have no chance telling when, since I couldn't feel the plug as it slipped back in, as she pushed it back, seal back intact, naturally. I couldn't see it, since she held it out of my site.

Then she slipped a finger onto my orchid, the slight tease, enough to bring me back to my excited state, and the horn returned, as my hooves turned in the deep red they had been. I'm coming, over and over, as if she had never interrupted me from coming.

Then she had pulled the plug out.

“Would you think of something that excited you?” she merely asked, while I stand unplugged.

I couldn't help myself, the thought came unbidden. As the thought came to mind, I realised, I was coming, once more, just as I had been. The coming lasted, for as long as the thought lasted, since I was currently unplugged.

Once I had stopped coming, I'm once more white, my hooves black, and the horn gone.

“You did enjoy yourself, when I had left you coming?” she told me.

I just nodded, knowing she was right, and just thinking back at it, made me start to come, with that, my hooves once more turned red, I had reverted, by her mere suggestion. It is how easy it was now.

I could think of the moment, or anything exciting, and it was enough. Leaving the thought, is an entirely different matter.

Then it hit me, I may have to get used to it, I may have to sleep, even while I am coming. Besides, it's not as if I am merely coming lightly, or slowly. I'm coming as fast, and as hard as my body is capable to. There is nothing I could do about it.

For a moment, I just stood there, blankly, staring before me.

She was looking at me, for a moment, then I noticed, my hooves no longer fused to the desk. I gathered them under my body, feeling relaxed. Maybe it helped me to gather my thought, no longer having my hooves spread out all that wide?

Since I had not been sleeping, for all the while, as I had been on the desk, coming. It's impossible, or at least. To me it had been. Maybe I would be used to coming, enough to manage to sleep? I doubted it. I did not want to think of it, not right now.

I had not noticed it, as my hooves once more fused to her desk, I was tired from coming, and sleepy, since I had been awake for way too long, by now. With that, I soon fell asleep.

Thankfully, I'm still not plugged, as I slip into a deep slumber, sleeping soundly.