Treat of the Tricked Pony!

Apparently, the pony had made my nails turn blue, I had failed to noticed, as it happened. I had enjoyed the moment, too much to notice.

I had left the pony, where she stood. She had had her hooves fused to a desk, how ever that was possible.

As I found her, she had given me tentatively teasing suggestions, I followed. I couldn't make myself, not to. Then I had enjoyed the result, not just holding on to her horn, but what came next. That's when my hands had been transformed into a yello. I had slipped it into her, her orchid, as she had told me. It had been feeling surprisingly good.

As I left her, I had stumbled into a girl, who had shared my experience, at least, by the sound of what she told me. I had asked her to follow me home, and she had accepted. I'm happy she did.

I had led her into my bed room, where I had slipped the top off of me. She had apparently done the same. Before I knew it, we stand nude, looking into the eyes of the other. I felt comfortable about it.

She sits on the side of my bed, and I sit on her side. It just felt natural, after she had followed me home. Ofhorse, this is, when something changed. I had not expected it, but I'm going to enjoy it.

“Since we are together, why not do it together, while we are at it? You were going to practice on your own, weren't you?” she said.

“She told me I should, did she instruct you to, as well?” I responded, somewhat embarrassed.

“Oh yes, and I'm going to do as she said, I enjoyed it too much, not to. I'm sure you will to, just as I know you did enjoy it with her!” she replied.

“You tried it at home, on your own? It worked? How did it feel?” I asked, curiously.

“I did, and it did. Almost as with her, just not quite the same, since doing it alone is still doing it alone!” she replied, as she put her hands together, just as I had, as I was with the pony, with the blue hooves, and she must have, with the pony with the red hooves.

As she did it, I followed suit, interlacing my fingers, as I had, with the pony, then pushed my elbows together. To my surprise, it worked, just as it had, back there. Maybe I shouldn't have been quite as surprised, as I was?

I was looking down at what had been my hands, now the blue yello, matching my nails, and the hooves of the pony. Then I looked up, at hers, matching her nails, and the hooves of her pony. Then something came over me, and I smile at her, as I realised, where we were going.

She leads me up, onto the top of my bed, and we sit, facing one another. Interlacing legs, in order to get closer.

I placed my legs around her beck, and she placed hers behind mine. Then we simply move our respective yello towards the other, slipping it in, into the orchid, just as we had done with the pony, and she had on her own, the day before, even if I did not know of it.

Her yello may look large, as did mine, yet, I could feel it slip inside of her, as I felt hers slip into me. There was nothing I could do about it, I couldn't reject hers, or eject it after she had slipped it inside of me, as she was incapable of rejecting, or ejecting mine.

Pushing forwards, feeling the inside of her. That was a startling revelation. I could never have been prepared for just how good it felt.

I slipped inside of her effortlessly, as she was contracting around me. Knowing she felt exactly the same thing, how could she not? Just that I did not know she experienced it more intensely, since she had been with the pony twice.

I had slipped in, then I was slowly pulling back, finding it just as easy, until I was pulling out, or tried to. Or, rather failed. I just did not slip out, which made it all the easier. I had never really wanted to slip out of her, not just yet. Not right now.

Feeling the back of the head, against her, as it failed to slip out. I felt her the same way, just about at the same time.

In a way, I had a bouncing effect, making me push forwards, slipping back inwards. I feel it, as I kept slipping, back and forth, back and forth, her slipping with me. When I pull back, she pull back, when I push in, she push in.

My legs around her, as in an embrace, hugging her, and hers embracing, hugging me in kind, thus helping us stay together, never slipping apart, or falling. It feels safe, comfortable in a new and strangely unaccustomed manner, I just couldn't put my finger on, probably never could.

I just look into her eyes. She looks into mine, and I could see exactly when it happened, when she came, for the first time. To my surprise, I came in the same instant. It had never happened to me, I didn't even know it had been possible. How could it be.

The thought started to blur, and then I just came again, as did she. It had been the first, and second time, followed by more. I was sharing something with her, I had never dared dreaming of.

Once I had come, and then consequently kept coming, time just slipped out of my grasp. I just enjoyed the moment, the instant. Instant by instant. There was nothing else. I barely noticed as I moan, then started to pant. Exhaustion slowly slipping into me, as I should have known happened to the both of us. I ignored it, and continued, I enjoyed it, it felt too good to just break off.

Then my exertion got the better of me, I felt us slip apart, neither of us strong enough to hold us together. I fell back, soon finding myself on my back, as she slipped out of me, I knew I slipped out of her, and that she lay on her back. Our legs still interlaced. That had never changed. Our position never had demanded it.

I'm soaked, exhausted, yet I had not stopped coming just yet, then if it had slowed, and stopped, just a minute after. She experienced the same, apparently, even if I did not know, since we had broken off.

Just as with the pony, my elbows had come apart, and the transformation reversed, almost instantly after the head had slipped out.

I had not noticed it, but her reversal had not been instantaneous, it had taken about half a minute. I doubt it is due to exhaustion. It had been due to her second visit to the pony. She had about as much as told me so, earlier.

I had not reacted, I never connected. It had never sounded all that bad. I guess I did not mind. Not now, not yet, probably never would.