Treat of the Tricked Pony!

I had just pulled my yello out of her, I had extracted myself from inside of her. I had enjoyed to feel her inside, just as I had, the day before. Knowing I would love this again, and again.

“There may be a small gift I could grant you, if you come closer!” she suggested, and I moved up, as close as I could get, feeling her chest against mind.

At this point, she lowered her head, and I felt her horn touch my lips, then slip in, inside of my mouth. I did not realise the consequences, yet I still enjoyed it. She had told me, it was a gift, after all.

As she pulled back, I noticed my lips were changing, they are turning the same red, as my nails are, the same metallic bloody red as her hooves. If only I had seen the connections. I may have been distracted?

Just as I had not initially noticed, how my hands had not come apart, instantly, like they had, the other day. Each time, my hands had come apart, as the change had reversed, once my hands had come out. Now it had taken a full minute.

My lips smiling, from the joy she had given me, first in allowing me to play with her, in her somewhat odd fashion? Then, in the gift she had given me. My lips red, smooth and soft. The rubbery touch, I would have realised, had I put a finger to them.

Ofhorse, it isn't necessary, now is it? I just enjoy them, as they are.

As I left her, I had bumped into a girl, on her way out. I had reacted on her smile, which I had instinctively recognised, as the smile I had on my face, as I left the pony, the other day.

Once I had made the connection, I soon saw her nails, only hers are blue. I figured she had been seeing another pony, just like the one I was just leaving. Only her hooves apparently had to be blue?

“Hiya!” I pronounced, looking her in the eye.

“Hello!” she responded, looking down, as in shame or embarrassment?

As she looked down, her eyes fell upon my nails, and she inevitably made the connection, realising, where I had been, then looked up, and the initial notion had been confirmed to her.

“You enjoyed it. You just need to come to terms with it. Maybe we could talk some more?” I asked her.

“Oh yes!” she moaned, just nodding ascent.

“That kind of joy is rare!” I exclaimed.

“How did I ever stumble across her? Why did I do as she told me?” she just stumbled.

“You secretly enjoyed, what she was telling you, I know I enjoy it!” I replied.

“You too? I must have thought, I was the only one, the only girl who could possibly have enjoyed it. I guess I could as well confess, I did enjoy it!” she then announced, to me.

“She gave you the nails, just as she did to me!” I then explained, purposefully looking down at her nails, then at mine, as I pronounced, what I was telling her.

“She did? I like your nails, just as I like mine. You chose red, or was it by her choice?” she pondered.

“In a way, I guess I chose red, even though she only gives red, by the looks, yours will only give blue!” I responded.

She then grew quiet for a while, before she responded.

“I think we should continue this line, back at my home, rather than in publish!”

“Your place it is!” I responded.

I just followed her, as she walks towards her home. Thankfully, it wasn't all that long, as she said it.