Treat of the Tricked Pony!

I had seen the strange pony. Then she had spoken to me. I had felt compelled to do, what she told me. Maybe I could have stopped at any point. I want to believe I could have, had I wanted to.

Yet, what she told me, was not just fun, I liked to do, what she told me. It felt good. I liked to hold onto her squishy horn. I have no idea, as to how it could have felt, the way it felt, holding on to it. My hands did not feel squishy.

The funny thing with placing my hands, one by one, and then both of the table? At first, it did not make sense, yet I had done it, in hope that, what was intended would be revealed. I had enjoyed, what came out of it, not just the part where my hands had changed, but the way she had left my nails changed, even afterwards.

I like how my nails looks. Just that it feels a bit strange, with my nails as long as they are. The colour really did not bother me. None would look twice at a girl, just because her nails are red.

I had gone home, walking the entire way. Maybe it wasn't all that long. The way isn't impossible to walk, I just had never decided on walking home, when I got to her, the pony.

She had suggested I was to practice on my own, I had to try. I should repeat, what she had told me to do. I have no horned pony available, so I just assumed, I only needed to put my hands together, like I had, when the change came over me.

I had just slipped my clothes off, before I started, just for the sake of it, to stay on the safe side. With that, my top soon had landed on my bed stand, then the skirt followed suit, and finally I slipped my socks off of my feet, placing them on top of the pile, before my panties fell, and I placed them on the top of the pile.

Now I felt secure in trying, what she told me to do. I simply placed my hands together. My fingers interlaced. I had done it, as I did hold on to her horn, then, just before my hands had changed. As they turned into the yello. The yellow had been the same red, as her hooves.

As my elbows came together, the change had initiated. I could see how my hands changed. A moment later, they look like the red rubber they had been, as I slipped the yello into her. I had felt her coming. The sensation had been strong, intense, she had been coming very rapidly, very hard. I did not know it was possible. She had been coming, as I entered her, and she had still been coming, as I pulled out, an hour later.

I did everything according to her instructions exactly, short of her presence, since she isn't here. That was the entire idea, practising on my own, or on myself?

For what I had in mind, what she had told me, I had to be nude, or it wouldn't be the same. I'm alone. Besides, if I had not been alone, the other would have been nude as well.

I had enjoyed the process, in her company. I did enjoy it now as well, even as I am alone. Standing up, for an entire hour, did not quite appeal to me, thus I had been laying down on my bed, as I initiated the process, the way she had indicated. Laying down, or standing up, there was no difference to the process. The difference is that I'm more comfortable on my back, on the bed.

My hands had fused together, as the yello formed, it's the same red, as it had been then, in her presence, why shouldn't it? I like the colour.

For a moment, I pondered if the yello wouldn't be too large, since the head was basically made up, from both my hands? Yet, as I managed to slip the head of the yello into place, then pushing it in, I soon realised, the elastic material was no match, even for my tight orchid, excited as I am now.

Slipping the large yello inside, into myself, I just had to enjoy it. The yello isn't just elastic, it's sleek and slippery. I had failed to realise, just how slippery, until now, as I slipped it in, on myself, and forced me to feel how it felt.

I could feel it fill me up, just as it made me instinctively contract around it, myself, all the more.

First I pushed it in, feeling myself contract around it, bit by bit, as I slipped it further, and further in, inside of me. Feeling myself contracting around myself, as I felt myself, as I slipped further in.

Only then, as I was starting to pull back, I soon found myself preventing it from slipping out, as slippery as it is. It's apparently something in the shape of the head, making it slip in as easily as could have been desired, yet making it stay inside, just as easily. I did not press on, trying to pull out, but just bounced back, pushing in, before I started to pull out.

Once inside, the yello slips in, and out, it isn't my hands, and it will not revert, until I had pulled out. Only I did not pull out, but kept going. Soon moaning, as I found myself coming.

Ofhorse, in the end, I did manage to pull out, made myself doing it, as I had been panting hard, as if gasping for air. Once the head was clear, the yello reverted into my hands, just as my elbows had come apart.

I may have decided on going back to her, but now I promised myself, to do exactly that. I had enjoyed it, I had enjoyed myself, as I was with her. I had enjoyed it, just as much now, as I did it to myself, as when I did it with her.

She had never told me, why I should come back to her, just that I had been free to. It's an invitation, open, openly, and utterly friendly. She knew I trusted her, since I had followed her every direction, and I had enjoyed it.

Looking down, I finally noticed a change, it had taken place while I was with her, during the time I was slipping the yello into her. Only I had never noticed it, at the time. Maybe I had been distracted? My toe nails had become the same red, as my finger nails.

Then it hit me, all of her hooves are the same red, with that, the nails on both my fingers and toes had to be. My hands and feet may not be like her in any other way. Yet, this was binding us together, in ways I wasn't even about to start exploring.