Treat of the Tricked Pony!

by Ponyess

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Other, Romance, Original Character, Random, Crossover, Sex
Length: 17349

A work of deception, and how to tease others into submitting to the thrill of the game.

It's all about the trickery, and the joy of implementing gel.  To bend the natural flow of a Unicorn’s magic into something very different, and unavoidably pleasant.

There is this one original unicorn, tricked into enjoying what she thought to be a treat.

She had been given instructions to follow, for when someone was to approach her.

Does she follow her instruction and will the girls follow hers as they had been intended?  What is the result of following these instructions?  The girls are soon to learn this on their own.

Published 2014-01-07 19:40:07 UTC
Last updated 2014-07-03 01:57:34 UTC

Further My Joy: 3

I had placed a red table to the right or the desk, on which she stood. It is put there demonstratively.

“When a girl comes into the room, looking at you, facing you, you will instruct her as follows;

Place your right hand on my horn, hold on to it for a minute, then place your right hand onto the table, palm down for a minute,

Place your left hand on my horn, hold on to it for a minute, then place your left hand onto the table, palm down.

Place both your hands on my horn, hold on to it, fingers interlaced, then place your hands on the table, palms down.

Now, put your hands together, fingers interlaced, push your elbows together.

Move up to me and slip the yello, your hands have turned into, into my orchid, and slip it up, then down repeatedly for about an hour.

After this, pull it out, and you'll find your hands as normal, once your out of me. I know you will enjoy the feeling.

Your finger nails will then be the same red, as my hooves.

If you like, you're free to come back to me for more, by tomorrow.

You may also desire to practice your joy on your own!” she instructed me, and I'm sure I will recall it in detail, I will do as she told me.

Like this, she left me. I could do nothing, there was nothing to do about my situation. I tried to push out both of the plugs, but to no avail, neither did get out, or move in the least, either in, or out. I'm stuck where I am.

I tried to lift my hooves, each and everyone, repeatedly, but once more, to no avail. Maybe I wasn't putting as much effort into it, considering I'm coming, over and over, and pretty hard. It kept me distracted. Just as it was taxing on both strength and stamina. I was finding myself too weak to put up any further resistance.

An hour after she had left me, I may not be conscious of time, but by this time, I had found myself regretful, my hooves were stuck in place, since I couldn't have maintained my position, on my own. Coming did take something out of me.

Later, I started to fully enjoy myself, I guess I could as well. What's the harm, it's supposed to be pleasurable, isn't it?

Since I kept coming, I am incapable of sleep. I'm stuck, trapped.

Like this, I was kept, made into coming, on end.

Rest Granted: 4

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.

Coming Into Service: 5

I had just woken up. Something had distracted me. I recall the dream, it was hot. Something, or someone had been teasing me, in an explicitly exciting manner. I realised, I'm coming. She had slipped the plug in, inside of me. That's just about as much as it takes.

Or she may have initiated the excitement, in the first place. It's not as if it take me all that much. Not now.

I'm still standing on her desk, now with my hooves wide apart, just as I had been, when she polished my hooves, and then, throughout the entire process. I had been standing exactly like this, when she allowed me to peak, since I am incapable of climax.

Then I realised, there is a girl in the room, she stands before me. I noticed, she is looking at me. This is, when I was to speak to her, telling her, what I had been told I was to say.

“Would you hold on to my horn?” I thus asked her.

She looked up, as if startled, then did as I had suggested. Maybe it is in startling her, she never thought of what she was doing, or why. She just did, as I told her.

“Place the hand on the table, palm down!” I then suggested, since she had followed the initial instruction.

This time, she wasn't startled, just curious. Yet, she still followed my instruction, as she placed her right hand onto the table, the very hand she had been holding my horn in. Then she had placed her hand on the table, palm down.

There was something exciting about having her doing what I told her. I couldn't put my hoof on it, or point my horn at it. I just found it exciting.

“Place your left hand on my horn, hold on to it!” I told her.

She soon placed her hand where I had suggested, holding on to my horn. I looked into her eyes, as she stands before me. I could see something in her eyes. Is it the joy of the sensation, the slippery gel, the lubrication she enjoyed, without being able to express it in any way. Just leaving a faint impression onto her face? If so, she would be only too eager to keep following the instruction.

“Place your left hand palm down onto the table!” I told her, pointing with the horn at the table.

There is but the single table. We're alone. Just as expected, the table had been prepared, it had been laced, with what was to change the girl's hands, in the desired manner. She soon had placed her left hand, palm down onto the table.

“Would you hold on to my horn with both your hands, interlacing your fingers?” I asked her.

“Yes!” she told me, as she followed the instruction.

“Squishy!” she then pronounced with delight.

“If you place your hands on the table, palms down?” I continued.

I noticed she eagerly followed the instruction, as she placed her hands onto the top of the table, palms down. She was almost done. I had pushed her to the brink of the change.

“Hold your hands together, fingers interlaced, then push your elbows together!” I told her, and she moved towards me, as she did as I told her, as if she only needed to hear me telling her, what she already knew she wanted to do.

She wanted it, she only required me to lead her, to what she desire.

As she pushed her elbows together, the transformation started. She just looked at me.

“Now you know what to do, slip the yello your hands had turned into, into my orchid!” I told her.

I could feel her slipping the yello in, inside of me, just that I was already at my peak. Though she feels me coming, pushing her further. I could feel it in her, as she slips the yello inside of me, and make it stay inside of me.

“Squishy!” she pronounced in delight, as she moved the yello inside of me, as if she made her best in order to tease me further, or if it only felt good for her. I have no idea, maybe I had already been coming for too long to say?

“Pull your elbows aside?” I told her.

She tried, but to no avail. For as long as she is inside of me, it was impossible.

“Pull out of me!” I told her.

About an instant after she had pulled out, her elbows came apart, and the transformation went in reverse, and her hands were back to their original shape. Only now, her nails the same red as my hooves.

I did not tell her, maybe she did not know, maybe it did not matter. It's not just her finger nails that are red. Her finger nails, now an inch long.

“Feel free to come back tomorrow. Though you may feel like practising on your own, till then?” suggested.

“Yes, I will be back tomorrow, and I will practice on my own. I'm certain I will enjoy it!” she assured me.

With that, she left, and I was alone, for a while, how ever long that would last. I had managed to follow the instructions, the girls had done as I told her, and the changes had come to pass, she had even been eager to come back. I'm looking forwards, to seeing her back again.

Practice on my Own: 6

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.

Leaving: 8

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.

Practice, Not on My Own : 9

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.

In the Morning: 10

I had stayed with my new friend, since I had arrived at her place. We had both enjoyed it, practising on our own, even though, we had done it together.

She had prepared a meal for the two of us, once we had gathered, what was to gather, after the 'Practice'. Then she had prepared another meal, before we went to bed, for the night. She had even prepared our breakfast. I guess she felt an obligation, since I had stayed over. I don't know, I did not ask. I couldn't blame her. Just as I had enjoyed to stay over, imagining, she enjoyed it as much?

Then, just after breakfast, she looked at me, looked into my eyes. It had been entirely unprovoked, yet I enjoyed it, looking into her eyes, in turn. Neither of us, desiring to break of.

Then, all of a sudden, she brought up her right hand, placing a finger on my lower lip, feeling the smooth rubbery surface, she couldn't avoid it. Not as if I minded her feeling it. It is where the horn had entered me. She had slipped the horn in, as a kind of gift, as to say. I had not minded the pony, as she did. I was ever grateful, even now, I know I will remain so. The feeling never to change, or diminish.

At first, she did neither say anything, nor react at all. Then she just looked at me, before she opened her mouth.

“The pony gave it to you?” she asked.

I could hear the tone of voice, knowing the reaction behind it.

“Yes. I'm sure, she could do the same for you, if you like!” I replied.

“Yes!” she said, as she put her hands together, and I knew what was about to come.

It's early in the day, I'm not even sure we could see the pony, this early. As she put her hands together, so did I. Even if the place wasn't the ideal choice.

Should I have been surprised, as I saw her hands change, transform, into her blue yello, while I felt the same change coming over me, only mine is red.

She soon pushed hers to my face, my lips. I'm not sure what I should have expected, but she soon slip in, into my mouth. My lips eagerly allowing her in, contracting around her. I did not try to slip into her mouth, she had not been granted the gift, not yet.

To my surprise, I felt wet, just not the orchid. I could also feel her, as wet as I had expected, as the mere contact caused her to come, this time. I guess I came at the same time.

It could have been repeating, what had transpired the other day? Yet, certain details had changed. Not so much the revelation. It is more the position. We're not in bed. And nothing kept us together. With that, we came apart much sooner. Just had enough time to make it enjoyable.

She had made the point. It was enough, I guess.

She looks into my eyes, once more, as we've gathered ourselves, up from the floor.

“Oooh!” she just moaned.

“Then you are most definitely going to have her giving you the same gift!” I just told her, and she just nodded.

From there, she leads me to the shower. I guess it is time. Thankfully, I am nude, as was she. I'm just holding my arms around her, and she responded by holding her arms around me. Now she just looked into my eyes, again, for a very long time, and I look back. Feeling the hot water falling over us, washing us, from overhead, then flowing down, and disappearing into the hole in the floor.

She had managed to fetch a pair of large towels, for the two of us, and we soon dried ourselves off, and one another.

She picked up a pair of panties for me, and another for herself, and we quietly slipped them on, then she picked up the socks, the skirt, and the top. I was content, borrowing them of her. I couldn't refuse, not now.

Once we had dressed, we head for the door, and she locked, as we had exited. From there, we moved together, just as we had, as we left the pony, for her home. Only now, we move in the other direction.

A First Time: 11

I stop, as I see the pony. She is standing on a desk, hooves wide apart, possibly fused to the desk, on which she stands.

Maybe I shouldn't have been here? The site gave me strange ideas. Only she isn't a regular pony, for one, she had the characteristic horn of a unicorn in her fore head. Then her hooves are not quite the hooves of a pony. Then I realised, there is very little pony like about her.

“Please, place your right hand on my horn, hold it for but a moment, if you like?” she then uttered, as in response to my thoughts.

“If you don't mind?” I uttered, as I placed my hand on the horn, as she had suggested.

I could feel it had been covered with something, a gel of some kind, it feels slippery. I just can't quite grasp it, as I hold on to her horn. Yet, the gel did not smear. What was strange, the gel still did cover the palm of my hand.

“If you place the hand on the desk, palm down?” she just suggested, and I follow her instruction without a thought.

“Your left hand, you would hold on to my horn? You like how it felt?” she continued.

I did as she had instructed me, as if she was leaving instructions to something, as if she knew I wanted to do, what she had just suggested. Which I incidentally did desire, and deeply, to my surprise.

“Place your left hand on the table, palm down!” she blurted, and I still did as she had just told me.

“Hold both your hands on the horn, fingers interlaced!” she told me, and I still did exactly that, as she told me.

“Place both your hands on the table? Palms down!” she continued.

I did as she told me, enjoying it, yet wondering, just what she was about to suggest, next. I had no idea.

“Place your hands together, fingers interlaced. Push your elbows together!” she instructed me.

I did as she had suggested, only to realise, just as my elbows came together, my hands started to change. I could clearly see it, as the head of a yello started to form. I just stared in surprise. I had not noticed her green hooves. Metallic, spring green. It is the exact colour my yello was assuming, before my very eyes.

I could do nothing, as I stared in surprise, as my hands changed, transforming. Maybe I did not mind, I did not know, not yet.

“If you slip the yello inside of me?” she finished.

I slipped the yello inside of her. I could clearly feel her inside. It's slippery. Or was it just as much the yello. What I feel, is what the surface of the yello touched. It was no sign of my hands, my arms, or elbows. It is, as if they had turned into rubber, slippery, elastic, yet utterly sensitive. I had forgotten all about the gloves I was wearing, as I came here.

Only now, my gloves had taken part of the change, the transformation. My gloves, the long version, all the way up my arms, even though I guess you couldn't spot them. Not easily. Or, she simply instructed me anyway? I couldn't ask. What the ultimate effect of it was to be, what consequences was next, I have no idea. I did not care, not now.

Since I had not thought of it, I never mentioned wearing the gloves to her. Should I have? I just let it slip.

Feeling her inside. She was obviously coming. She had been as I entered, and she was doing it, as I pulled out, about an hour later. She did not let on, outwardly. I couldn't have known, had I not slipped inside of her.

Just as I felt the head of the yello, what had once been my hands slip out of her, I knew my elbows came apart, and the change reversed. I soon could see my hands, such as they had been, when I came.

“If you like, I would love to see you again. Feel free to practice on your own, until then. Tomorrow, if you don't mind!” she suggested.

I nodded ascent, knowing instinctively, I meant it. I did want to come back, just as I knew, I would practice on my own, once I came home. Alone. It's not something I was prepared to share. Not yet.

Ofhorse, I had none to share it with. None I could feel comfortable, sharing such an intimate thing with. Comfort is an aspect of sharing. I need to feel safe about giving them a glimpse of something this intimate. I had barely known I was to enjoy it, until now, as she had opened my eyes to it.

Then the stray thought hit me; 'Ofhorse I could get used to this. I had to practice?'.

A Meeting – An Event: 12

I had gotten here on my own, maybe I had heard of the place? Either way, I had become excited about going. Now I am here.

I had slipped out of my street clothes, it is like going to the gym, or the pool, you don't wear your clothes.

Now I had found something curious, a set of garments, looking like stockings, and gloves. It is what it looks like, it is what I saw. There was a sign in front of the garments.

“Free Try Out, when you're with the Pony!” the sign read.

The offer sounded strange, but I guess I had nothing to lose? I decided on taking a set, just to try it, as suggested according to the offer.

Since I am nude, it was obvious, these were to be worn directly onto my skin, which is convenient, in this case. Even if they had not explained what they were for.

I had started by picking the left stocking, only momentarily startled, by the hue, which is strikingly like my own complexion. Almost too close for comfort, as if they had been made for me in person? Slipping the foot in, pulling it up, inch by inch, until I felt my toes hit the end, and my fingers soon losing the grip, but the stocking now all the way up, covering my entire left leg. Looking down, I could clearly see my toes, as if I had still been nude, even though my nails are slightly longer now, glistering as if polished.

I pick up the other, right stocking, slipping my foot in, feeling the sleek, slippery fabric, as it stretches just enough for my foot to slip down easily, yet contracting just enough, in order to leave all air out. That's a very tight garment?

To my surprise, the stockings gives me a stunning grip on the floor. I guess it did chock me initially. Without feeling sticky, it still keeps be firmly on my feet, without slipping in the least.

Apparently, all but the soles of the feet are slippery, as if giving up the grip, to the one small spot?

I guess I enjoy the feeling. Though the stockings are never slipping off, as easy as it had been to slip them on. Maybe it is because they are so tight, they are bound to stay up, feeling almost as if they had been made for me, or painted on?

Once I had enjoyed the stockings for a moment, I pick the right glove, slipping the hand in, feeling its inside just as slippery as the stockings are. Just as slippery as the inside is the outside, short of the palm of the hand.

I had slipped both stockings on, then the gloves. Only now, I still do feel as if I had been nude. It's not bothering me, why? Not just because I'm alone, is it. Then again, the pony is waiting for me, isn't she? It's what the offer had promised.

I just walked to her. She is indeed waiting for me. I could see, she is looking at me, as if she had been waiting all day for me.

“Would you hold my horn with your right hand?” she suggested.

“Sure, I will!” I told her in response, touching her horn, holding it firmly in my hand for a full minute, before letting go.

“Now, if you could place the hand on the table?” she then continued.

I did as she told me, not knowing why. I guess I was to know it, once it had all come to the inevitable conclusion, as the expression goes? Yet, I had no idea, as to what the conclusion was. Just as I did not know, why she told me to do all the things she told me to do.

“Could you hold my horn with your left hand?” she asked, as I had placed my hand on the table, which I happily did, since I somehow enjoyed it.

“If you place the hand on the table?” she then suggested.

I did as she told me, without as much as an instant of hesitation, even if I still had no idea as to why she told me, or why I was to do it. Maybe just for the joy of the offer, wearing the gloves and stockings. For as long as I was free to wear them? Since I still did enjoy wearing them.

“Hold my horn with both hands, fingers interlaced?” she then continued.

I did as she told me. Even if the horn still is just as slippery as it had been the first time? As if it had been covered with some kind of thick lube? Yet, how could it stay on the horn, and none smearing onto my fingers? She just looked at me, bemused, as if ignorant to the matter, or if she enjoyed it?

“Place your hands onto the table, palms down!” she then instructed me.

Giggling, I still did as she had told me. There was no rhyme or reason, just plane silly fun, what more was required? Nothing really changed, or that's what I had thought. It's what I imagined, since there is no way anything could possibly change? Even if she is a unicorn, for all I could see. Only now, here's the punch line.

“Put your hands together, fingers interlaced!” she told me, with an amused tone of voice.

I know I wasn't imagining it, but I still did as she had told me. For a moment, nothing really happened. Just as I knew it wouldn't. It couldn't.

“Push your elbows together!” she said, excitedly, as if she had been awaiting this, for the longest of times, knowing what was about to happen.

“Yeah!” I uttered giggling bemused, as I did put my elbows together, knowing nothing was to happen, only to be proven wrong, as my hands slowly turned into a thick rubber yello, or to the point, the head of it, while my arms became the yello.

“I need you to slip the yello into my orchid. You can do that?” she teased me.

“Ofhorse!” I replied, as I slip the head of the yello inside, as she had begged of me.

Slowly I slipped the yello inside, pushing it further, then slowly pulling out, just to be stopped short. The head of the yello, made up by my hands refused to pull out. I slowly pushed back in, maybe in an attempt to have a new chance, pulling out, yet it was doomed to fail. Slowly, I push, then pull, repeatedly. Feeling the inside of her orchid. I just couldn't quite gather, just how it could feel so good. After a few attempts, I gave up the pulling out. I had also tried to pull my elbows apart, yet, it failed just as miserably.

My yello, the colour of her hooves, as it had turned out. It's insainly elastic, flexible. Slippery, almost as slippery as her horn, or it's what it felt like. There was something exiting about the entire situation. I just couldn't quite put my finger to exactly what.

After about an hour, or was it two, I suddenly realised my yello had slipped out of her, and my elbows had already parted, all by its self? I had done nothing to the effect, maybe since I had given up on even trying, or if it's because I had enjoyed it.

That's when the chock hit me. I had managed to pull my hands out. Yet now, I just realised, my hands had turned into hooves, just like hers. There was no other changes. Aside from the fact that my feet also are hooves, just like hers. I'm standing on all fours. The changes had been effecting exactly the skin covered by the gloves and stockings. There is nothing I could do about it, all of my own. It's how it felt. Maybe I could?

“You're welcome back, by tomorrow!” she told me, and I could feel she meant it.

“Thanks!” I uttered.

“Just don't forget to practice on your own!” she mentioned.

“I'll see you by tomorrow!” I finished, as I left.

A New Friend or Two - Common Cause: 13

A New Friend or Two - Common Cause: 13

She had just left the unicorn, and was on her way out. That's when I came across the girl. Only there is the one detail about her. She's on all fours. She had been gifted with a full set of hooves, just like the once the unicorn has. Unlike my red, she had a silver metallic.

“Hiya, how about you follow me, or rather us home?” I suggested.

“Hiya. You really do like to have me at your place? Looking the way I look now?” she uttered.

“Certainly. Considering where we're from. You saw the unicorn, right!” I uttered.

Then she looked up, noticing my nails, a metallic bloody red, and her face lights up, as she realise, just what the colour came from. Maybe it is the way my nails matched my lips? It's not a matter of matching lip stick with nail polish. You always have a slight difference, if not in hue, at least, the gloss is always different.

“Yours have red hooves!” she pondered, not quite in the manner of a question, but more as a statement?

“Yeah, and there is a blue, and a green one as well!” I interjected.

“Does your unicorn have a slippery horn? She has all these strange suggestions!” she then continued.

“You just can't help doing as she told you? Just as I know you enjoyed it!” I responded.

“It is a game, which is why we all come back for more. I have enjoyed her, and intend to keep enjoying her, for as long as she invites me back!”

“My name is Riku!” she stated, since she figured, it'd be a good start, for us to know a little bit more of her, as she had accepted the offered invitation to my home.

“I'm Chihiro!” I responded in kind.

“I'm Hitomi!” my first friend with blue nails responded in an excited voice.

“I guess you wonder, how come I have four silver hooves, like these?” she pointed out, looking down on her fore hooves.

I just nodded, finding it more appropriate, allowing her to state the point, even if I may, or may not have an idea. Though I do recognise her hooves, as identical to the once the unicorns are standing on.

“Just like you, I visited the unicorn, only she has silver hooves. I came across this offer, I was free to try on a pair of gloves, and a pair of stockings, I accepted the offer. Not knowing consequences, but I guess I came to enjoy myself, with her help. As a matter of fact, I don't even feel as if I'm wearing mentioned garments. I barely felt I was wearing them, even just as I slipped them on, or as I approached her. Now, I fear I'll forget I'm wearing them, by tomorrow, if not before. I'm to object, if you pointed it out, by then!” she pointed out, explaining her situation.

“Who could create such garments?” Hitomi mused, “Though it is irrelevant. At least, so long as you enjoy yourself!” she continued.

“Enjoy myself? I'd go as far as to say, you may consider trying them out!” Riku responded, with an amused grin on her face.

“I've enjoyed my Unicorn, I'm going to go see her tomorrow too. She told me to practice til then, which I plan to do. Maybe we could do it together?” Hitomi suggested.

“I hope the three of you enjoyed it, as much as I did!” I responded.

As we approached my door, I soon had unlocked and opened the door, offering the three of my friend's entrance.

“If it works, the way I think it works. Maybe we could take turns on who is on which position? Who want to be up front first?” Riku enquired.

“Since there are three ways to do it, but they're not equal, I think I'd follow her example, which I know you've al enjoyed. Since the bed is firmly up against the wall, that would be the best place to be, one pair on the top of bed, while the other is on the foot end, not that it is any difference in positions, just a way to make more use of the comfort of the bed!” I spoke.

“I may need some help, assuming it is actually possible, since I'm wearing the gloves, and now I can't interlace my fingers!”Riku put forth.

“I'd love to help you, Riku. Just that we'd better wait until we're indoors. I wouldn't feel comfortable exposing this in open, in a public setting like this!” Chihiro responded, with a subdued but eager tone to her voice.

“I guess that is fair enough. Besides, now as you mentioned, I think I'd prefer to stay like this for the duration of the walk, since I have already left the room in which our unicorn is waiting for us!” Hitomi pointed out.

“We'll all help you, if need be!” Chihiro concluded.

“Exactly, but we're there!” I pointed out, as I led them into my home, after I had unlocked and opened the door.

In Bed: 14

Riku had just climbed up into the bed, and Chihiro followed her, just a moment later. I could see as they're sitting down, interlacing their legs, the right over the left, apparently, rather than having Chihiro over, or under Riku.

“Since you're still not in the bed, I guess you'd help?” I said.

“I'll try, Hitomi!” the girl said, standing naked before me, as I found my head in the height of her waist, or just there about, standing on all fours.

Then she placed her hands just under my armpits, and started to pull me up. Just little by little, trying not to fall on her rump, which would not just have been painful, but embarrassing, even as small a group as we are.

Looking at Riku and Chihiro sitting in bed made me think of the childish games we played as little girls. Two of us sitting face to face, clapping hands, even if it felt as if we had been clapping hooves, in my current situation. Just so curiously weird, how my situation warped my memories and imagination.

Only instead of clapping hands, as the girls would have, back then, they put their hands together, as if in a church, about to prey? Fingers interlacing, just as I had been instructed, first when I was to hold her horn, and then, just before my hands changed into the yellow. Only in my case, my hands did not turn back into hands? Now I am stuck on all fours, with hooves, just like hers. Not that I had minded, just that it prevented me to fully take part in our little gathering.

“Uh, did you give me your name? I can't recall!” I then pointed out.

“Oh, sorry, call me Ponyo?” she responded with an emphatic nod, as if she was mentally slapping her own head, for the embarrassing situation.

I'll go with that, Ponyo, I like it!” I pondered.

Thanks!” Ponyo said, as she placed her hands on my right arm, just over where the glove begun, or my arm ended. Apparently she managed to get some manner of grip with her red nails, I could clearly feel it. I felt her nails slip in under what was the glove, rather than my arm, which made for an oddly strange and in some way unsettling and discomforting sensation, and feelings all over the arm.

Little by little, the glove gave way and slipped off of me. She did not stop, or slow down, she was still moving slow enough. Just as well, it still was strange to me.

In the end, the glove did come off, and I could finally see my hands, even if I still will be incapable of slipping the other glove off.

“Thanks. I hope it wasn't too much of a problem, I told her encouragingly, while she started to claw after the other glove, still making me look like the pony?

Ofhorse, at this point, their hands had already started to change, as they pressed their elbows together, and by the time Ponyo had slipped the other glove of me, the transformation was complete.

“Way to go, girls!” I cheered on, as I noticed.

“It's our turn now, Hitomi. They'll be on their way to their bliss, at the time we're there!” she continued.

I take the place up against the wall. She soon followed me up, and we started in the same manner as they had just done, legs interlacing, and clasping our hands together, fingers interlaced, looking on in amazement as our hands changed into yellos identical to theirs, with the small difference in colour, ofhorse.

Joined: 15

As I had interlaced my fingers, then pushed my elbows together, just as my red hoofed pony had instructed me, I could clearly see how my hands started to change.

What surprised me first, is how the changes felt to me. I could clearly feel my hands fuse together as they melted into what was to become the head of the yello I was about to slip inside of my new, and latest friend Hitomi. This did excite me more than I had expected.

Once my hands had fully reformed, the colour changed rapidly. I felt Hitomis eyes on me, my hands, the yello, since her hands obviously changed slower, and seemingly less completely than mine did.

“Hitomi, was today your first time with the pony?” I enquired in a curious, yet supportive tone of voice.

“Yeah, it was. Yet, I enjoyed it. I think I'll go back tomorrow, like she told me!” she replied.

“I've been there four times. Yet, I could see why you would go back to her. I wouldn't be the one to blame you. In part because I'm doing it myself. I'd tell you we're all going together, early tomorrow, even without asking them first!” I responded.

I noticed them barely nodding, since they were already busy, enjoying, what they had been told to do. The instruction was merely suggesting it would be enjoyable, rather than making it into an order with a threat attached to it.

Besides, once I had done it once, I knew I enjoyed doing it, and I was going to do it tomorrow as well.

What I had forgotten to take into account, this is mid week for me. I had been with the pony four times, and the effects were starting to show. Yet, I pretended not to notice, even though I am experienced enough to guide my less experienced friend before me.

I waited for her, to allow her to change before we moved on. I did not want her to wait outside of me, while I started. Since I'm the expert of sorts, since I had been with the pony longer then all my three friends.

“Could you direct the yello towards my mound?” I instructed her, following the head of her yello as she slowly managed to direct her arms in order to comply with my directions.

She was new in the game. I know it, even if she had expressed it was her first time. Now I could clearly see the sings behind her words. It isn't insecurity, it is the signs of lacking experience. I did not mind, just as I refused to rush her. I wanted her with me, but just as much for her sake.

Was it merely to have even pairs, or the new excitement with her additional changes, since she still have her legs in the quadruped pose, sitting before me? I still desired her with me. Not so much for my own sake, even if I knew many would argue the standpoint, as if I cared?

“Yeah. Yes, I think I could. Yeah. There, almost there!” she concluded, as the head of her yello was almost on the edge of my mound.

“Good, just a little bit more!” I encouraged her, as I looked at her directing the tip of the slippery rubber towards my orchid.

There, there!” I moaned as she hit my orchid, knowing just what was about to come.

“Ooooooh!” that feels good!” she then confided in a moaning voice as her yello rubbed against the petals of my orchid several times back and forth.

“If you just push it in!” I affirmed.

As her head slipped inside, I lifted my own yello, aimed the head to her orchid and pressed inside of her in a single fluid motion, demonstrating the experience I had gained, through the times I had enjoyed this situation, throughout the week, both with the pony, and when I had done it alone and with my friends.

I helped her slide in as far as I had intended for her to do, pushing inside of her at the same time, coordinating the movement. Feeling her slip in, just as I slipped inside of her, and as far as I had thought would be feeling enjoyable, before allowing the rebound, bouncing back outwards, only to stock, just before the head slipped out, orchid squeezing tight and thus making the head to bounce in, as if it had been the same movement.

We moaned in chorus, with each bounce, in and out, back and forth. Even if I knew I felt the sensations and the stimulation more intense than she could, due to the fact that I had been there three times more than her. The sensitivity apparently increasing with each and every visit.

I hear Riku and Chihiro sliding back and forth, just the way I did with Hitomi, hearing them moan in their times. In a strange way, they made me even more excited, thus enhancing the joy, the pleasure.

There is an electric tingling sensation, just before I came, just before the bounce turned the motion back, and inwards. I slow down, trying to make it last longer, even if I knew better. I still did feel excitement still rising, as I came once more, and again.

Each time it was stronger, each interval in between shorter.

Together 16

As it were, I had ended up to be the last of us, to pull out. I guess I did not mind. I had noticed Chihiro and Riku pulling out, and the changes came over them, as their elbows came apart, almost on their own. It is easy to pull them apart, the first few times.

What was never said, or stated, is how many times you could try in a day? They aparently felt like having a new go at it? They simply put their hands together and interlaced their fingers, as if in a rerun, then pushed their elbows together in unison. The changes came back, just the way it had the first time.

They had had the idea to try something different, maybe they felt an urge to allow the orchid some much needed rest, after an hour of exposing it to the joy, they had been teased into? The next option, simple and obvious. It is quite possible, I had figured. They placed the head of their yellos on the lips of the girl before them.

Riku put hers on Chihiro, while Chihiro put hers on Riku. Then, as one they simply pushed forwards. I noticed they got the desired rewards. Their lips parting, and the yello slipping inside. There was no stopping, maybe in part, because they had desired trying?

The effects did not really change. Their lips prevented the head of the respective yello to slip out, as they bounced back from the furthest point inside. Only now, they were down the throat of the girl before them.

This is about the time I slipped out, just a moment after Hitomi had slipped out of me. Only now, I noticed it actually did take considerably more time for my elbows to come apart, and thus prolonged the process. The change could only revert, once my elbows had come apart, after all.

Still, no cause of panic, a few minutes later, the change had started, moving on just as intended.

“Would you like to, try that too?” I offered, as I had noticed her casting a glance at our friends, with some curiosity shining in her eyes hopefully.

“Yes. But, would you help guide me, this time?” she asked in a somewhat more embarrassed tone of voice.

“Sure, but wait, so we can do it together all the way?” I suggested, since she had made me excited about it.

“Yes!” she merely nodded as she put her hands together once more, then interlaced her fingers and pushed her elbows together, thus initiating the change all over again, but the smile on her face was eager, excited over the promise of more fun.

Maybe I should have held back, mainly because she is new and thus inexperienced, but I was too excited to consider, since she was eager to try it as well. I couldn't stop her now, looking at her hands, for the moment it take for the change to take hold, and the transformation soon completed.

I placed my hands around the head of her yello, then guided her towards my very own lips, leaving her hanging where I had left her, before I followed her example, only to place my yello on her lips, before we followed through together.

Only now we're committed to keep it going for the next hour. Not that I was worrying. I revealed in the prospect.

Feeling her slip inside of me, as I felt myself slipping inside of her. Her lips widening as the head passed the boundary. Then we're in. I slip inside, as did she. Slowly slipping into the mouth, then down the throat, inch by inch, before bouncing back up, inch by inch.

The sensation of slippery yello against the inside of the throat, rubbing and caressing in a new way. This isn't inside of the orchid, after all. Yet, my lips did prevent her from slipping out of me, I guess I had known as much.

Once I had slipped as far as it went, I had felt her mouth hold me back, stretching elastically, only to push me back inside, inch by inch.

Just as her lips had prevented me from slipping out, I noticed how there is a similar feeling of a boundary, down the throat. It feels elastic, almost like rubber, in a curious way, compared to the yello, if you will?

For every inch I pushed forwards, the resistance increase, until I bounced back. There is the same sensation in my throat, as I felt her bounce back.

Maybe the most curious thing is how I feel her inside? There is no trace of ever having had fingers, or even separate arm. I merely feel the surface of the head, the yello, as it slide inside of her, feeling it compressed, all depending of where in the throat my head was, just as the direction did feel distinctively difference.

I felt her inside, the rubber surface, smooth, slippery. It teased my senses in very exciting manners, but I couldn't quite put my finger to how or why. It isn't just because I had no hands, no fingers, but the now red rubber yello.

There is something about how my lips compressed, and how my mouth stretched, in order to hold her within. How I felt about it.

Then I noticed Riku and Chihiro slip out, their time, the hour was apparently up?

Thankfully, I still did have a moment longer, no sensation of closing in, just the exhilaration joy of the excitement in the union of me and Hitomi.

New Day – New Pony: 17

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.

New Aqcuaintances: 18

I noticed another girl exiting the building through another door near by as I left the black hoofed pony. Then I realised she was also going the same way as I am going. Had she just come from another pony, just like the one I had just been seeing?

“Hello!” I greeted her, just as she was close enough to speak to her.

“Oh, but hello. Did you see a pony too?” she enquired curiously.

I could see a smile on her face, and it is quite unmistakable, on second thought. It is the smile you find on your face after just leaving the pony I had seen just a few minutes before.

“Yeah, I did. I'm Monoloke, by the way. I take it you saw a pony too!” I responded.

She just looked down on her yellow hooves for a moment, before she looked up, and the smile widened, she apparently had caught on, probably seen my hooves too.

“Yeah, I did. Don't tell me you saw my hooves?” she responded.

She dropped silent for a moment, before she looked back up, looking intently at me.

“I'm Chizuku. You did by any chance try out the stockings in there? I myself love how they felt, how they feel now!” Chizuku said.

“She did tell you to practice on your own?” I enquired.

“Yeah, she told me to do that. Did she ask you back tomorrow too?”Chizuko asked, hinting to a blush.

“She certainly did. Maybe we could go back together tomorrow.. You know, I like your yellow hooves. Not that my black is wrong!” I continued, trying to distract her from the fact that we are practically walking home to me, before we had actually noticed it.

“Oups, I guess we're here!” I pointed out as I approached the door of my home, unlocking the door, allowing her to follow me inside.

“If I'm not mistaken, it looks exactly like my home, the girls' room to the right, isn't it? By the looks, you even chose the same green floor. Then you'd have a Queen size bed too?” she rambled in astonished excitement.

“As a matter of fact, now as you mentioned it. I do have such a bed. Not that I had planned on having anyone over, but it should have more than enough room for two!” I confirmed.

“Since she instructed us to proudly enjoy it, why not start now?” she offered.

“Would very much love that, even if I guess a cup of tea first, wouldn't hurt?” I enquired in a teasing of voice.

“A cup of tea, that's a good idea. I wouldn't like to be thirty, while we are into it!” she replied.

“Help yourself to a bag of tea, while I prepare the water?” I suggested, indicating the wooden box on the table.

Then I picked up a kettle, pouring water into it, as I started the heater, before I placed the kettle onto it. Then we resigned to wait the few minutes it took for the water to boil, and I slipped the kettle over to the table and poured two cups of hot water up, for the both of us.

“Sugar of cream?” I asked as I was teasing the flavour out of my bad, looking over the table, only to finding her with the same activity firmly on the way.

Then I poured three spoons of sugar into my tea, before I sit down with a spoon.

“Naeh, it'd best undiluted!” she pointed out.

“It's your tea” I chided her as I lift my cup up to my lips, before I started with my first sip.

“I'm excited!” she said as she finished her cup, then pouring more water in the cup.

“Me too!” I responded, sipping on my tea.

I sat quite for several minutes, just sipping my tea. Looking at her, as she poured more water in her cup. I filled my cup up before I looked up again.

“Maybe it is time?” she said as she emptied her cup again.

“Yeah, I guess it is. You recall how you did, though we don't have her here now!” I responded.

“Then we just have to start from just after that part, where she instructed you!” she pointed out with a crooked smile on her lips.

“Though I think the bed is the best place for what we have in mind!” I suggested.

“Ah yeah. The bed sounds like the best option here. If it will last as long as it did with her, I'm definitely going to enjoy a soft bed under me. Sitting may be the best option, though!” she suggested curiously.

“Sitting will be good. I'm new at this. I don't want to mess it all up by doing it more difficult then it had to be. If it doesn't work, it will ruin the experience!” I said, hinting a slight blush, feeling embarrassed about the subject, even if I'm looking forwards to playing with my new friends, in the manner the pony had instructed me, just as her pony had instructed her.

She eagerly followed me into the bed room, the excitement all over the places. I picked out a tube of lube, before I even thought of it. I always used to use the gel, when I was having sack time play with someone. It commonly was with a girl, just like now, maybe that's why I had been looking forwards to it so much.

“I don't think we'll need a lube now. Did she have any for you, since I know she had none for me!” she pointed out, with a teasing voice.

“Oh sorry, you're right. We really don't need it. It's an old habit, I have it around, for when ever I'm playful. We did not need it, when we were with the respective pony, so why now?” I responded.

“Exactly” she responded.

“I think I like to be as close as possible, if you don't have any other ideas?” I suggested.

“I'd go by that!” she exclaimed.

I pushed the pillow up against the wall, then sat down, she followed me as we interlaced our legs in order to come closer, without one sitting on top of the other.

“Up or down? I don't think I'm comfortable with behind!” I enquired.

“”We can be more adventurous later, I think we go by the orchid!” she said, giggling uncontrollable for a long while.

“Putting your hands together, like she told you!” I suggested.

Then we slowly imitated how she told us to put our hands together and interlace our fingers, before pushing our elbows together. I guess it wasn't much of the shock to see and experience how our hands started to change, just as our elbows came together.

I could see how my hands turned into the black rubber making out the head of the yello, while the change moves up my arms, all the way up to my elbows. The changes came over her as well, in exactly the same manner. Since we had started at the same time, the changes finished at the same time too. The only difference is that her yello is yellow, rather than my black.

“Take it slow, place the head on my mound!” she told me, and I nodded as I placed the head of the yello on her mound.

Controlling the long yello of elastic rubber is tricky to me, maybe largely due to the fact that I'm new at it, I had just done this once with the pony. Now is the first time I did it with a girl.

“I'll push inside!” I told her as I started to slip the yello in, only to realise just how easy I slipped in.

I could feel her slipping in, inside of me at the same time, even if I failed to realise we're both incapable of preventing the other to slip in, or pushing her out, once the head had slipped in.

Feeling myself slipping in, and how we contracted around one another on instinct.

Once I was inside, I momentarily stop, and continue to slip further inside, until I found the end of the orchid inside of her and thus bounced back. Apparently she bounced at the same time. I also noticed, or realised just how sensitive the head of my yellow is, just as my orchid.

As I was about to slip out I realised I failed, the orchid contracting around me refused to let the head out, and thus made me bounce in again.

An Unfortunate Incident: 19 (19)

I felt something wet and slippery under my right hoof, as I set it down on the floor. Had we spilt any of the lube she presented, but never used?

“Did you spill any of the gel, before we started?” I enquired.

“I don't think so, Chizuko. Did you step in something wet and slippery?” Monoloke responded.

“Yes. But you did pick out a gel, but we never used it!” I told her.

“All the gels will feel wet and slippery to the touch. Just as they will all be clear and odourless as well!” Monoloke responded with a sly grin.

“Oh yeah. Isn't that why we have the gel? Though you could check which gel it is, just to be safe?” I responded.

I think I know which it is. You wouldn't believe your luck. This certainly will be fun. Yeah, this is the one!” she put forth, slipping the tube in my face in order to show me which it was.

“But, but, but. The seal has been broken. Is this why I can't lift my hooves off of the floor?” I wined in mock fear, barely holding in the giggles.

“Incidentally, you are quite correct on both counts. Since I am not in the mood to read the instructions, I think we could as well enjoy the moment. If you put your hands together, so we could get started?” she pointed out, in a teasing voice and a sinister grin all over her face as she looks at me, where I stand with both my hooves firmly on the floor.

“Manuals. I guess we could as well head her instruction, as per the practice on our own together now, since I am stuck in this position for a good while!” I conceeded and put my hands together without any further complaints, fingers interlacing and pushed my elbows together, only to realise the changes came over me, just as fast and certainly as they had when I was with the Pony.

“Woah, that was much faster than I had expected!” she responded with shock on her voice.

“Yeah, it is fast, but that is part of the joy. If it had taken any more time it would have been a bore and distracted us from the action at hand. I have no time for it to be any slower when I am in the mood and excited!” I put forth firmly, grinning back at her.

“When you put it that way, you're right. Besides, you are exciting me too, looking like that, where you stand before me, I just can't help it!” she responded.

“Yeah, I knew that. Though you may consider standing clear of the gel, just in case we can't get me free from it when you find yourself stuck here with me. Even if I may find your embarrassment exciting in kind?” I teased her with a sly tone to my voice.

“As exciting as you look where you stand, hooves stuck to the floor, I think I prefer to have you free before I can fully enjoy the situation on my own. Good thing it is merely a minor spill, enough to keep your hooves stuck on the floor where you stand right now. If I stand the two feet from you I would find most comfortable, I should be quite safe. I just need to get my hands together and we can get started!” she responded.

“I guess that is what I was expecting. You sure do look excited, just from the sight of me and the thought of playing with me, where I stand, incapable of lifting a hoof. You had better get started!” I teased her.

“Oh, sorry. You are right!” she merely exclaimed in embarrassment, before she put her hands together before me, then pushed her elbows together as her fingers were interlaced.

“That's better!” I pointed out.

“Yeah, sure is feeling better!” she expressed, giggling for a good long while as her hands changed into the yello.

As new to this as she was, apparently she had little to no problems slipping the yello inside of me. Once she had pushed her yello inside of me, I slowly and carefully manoeuvred my own towards her and soon managed to slip inside of her as well.

I sighed as she entered me, and was rewarded with a sigh in return for my effort.

Once inside, I soon realised I was simply slipping further inside, until I hit the end, when I bounced back, slipping almost all the way out, only to summarily bounce back inside of her. Apparently, she experienced the same effect. I guess it was how it had been intended all along.

I clearly feel her contracting around me, the yello, just as I feel myself contracting around her, the yello.

“I didn't know you were quite so tight!” she sighed heavily as she bounced back in, once more, an excited smile slowly spreading out over her face.

“Or that you were feeling so large inside!” I continued.

I couldn't pull out of her or push her out of me, had I tried, but I did enjoy it too much for that. Slowly breathing heavier, feeling all wet and slippery inside. Intermittently pulling at the right or left hoof, more or less on reflex, feeling as if my hooves had fused to the floor.

I hear her pant in tune with me as I slide back and forth inside of her, just as she moves with me. At this point, no more words are heard. No need for further expressions.

How strange an experience, to feel my hooves stretch with each and every time I tried to pull them free. Or to feel how they compressed as I pulled at the other. Maybe these sensations distracted me, from noticing how my hooves slowly was spreading wider and wider apart, each time I was trying to pull it off of the floor, only to fail.

First as she finally slipped out of me, I managed to notice it, partially due to the small detail, she was looking taller then she had, when we initially started.

How much gel had she spread out, where my hooves are, I had no idea, yet I still couldn't lift either from the floor just yet.

A moment later, I slipped out of her, feeling my elbows separate as the yello turned back into my arms and hands. Then I noticed her changes had already been completed before I even started to slip out of her.

Where it all Begun: 1

I had approached her where she sat, waiting for someone she could serve. It's her job, her place and of course, it's ultimately her joy. I knew of this much.

“Could you paint my hooves black? “ I had asked her.

“Oh, but of course I can!” she told me, as she uncapped the veil of the polish.

“If you like it to last, you'd have the clear base coat first!” she then told me, and I nodded assent.

Now she slowly painted the right fore hoof, then the left, continuing with the left hind hoof, then finishing with the right hid hoof. She had lifted each and every hoof in turn, polishing not just the top, the front, but also under each hoof; in order to do, what she had promised.

The polish had been absorbed by my hooves, then cured within a mere minute, I had barely noticed. That's when she picked up the black polish. I could see it glister, as she polished my hooves in the same order as before, with the base coat.

I did not notice the difference at first, and of course when I did it is way too late, there was no turning back; since it had been fully absorbed and cured, by the time. Besides, she had already picked up the top coat by then and was polishing my hooves, all over again.

Now she had also been polishing my hooves the fourth time; coating them in the clear gel, or hoof glue, as it turned out. Yet, she had not told me, and I had failed to notice it; since the effect would only come as my hooves touched the other component of the glue. Or something magnetic? Then she applied a final coat of elastic gel on the top and front of each hoof, and with that, she had finished my first request.

“Maybe you could give me a make up?” I asked, tempting my fate.

“Certainly. What colours would you like?” she responded.

“Red lips would be great!”” I stated, as she had already started by picking the foundation.

She was slowly and very carefully covering my face with the clear gel, passing for foundation. It's a base on which to place the colours, I knew. At least, that had been my impression of her intent and my understanding of make-up.

She had picked up a clear lip gloss for base coat, slowly covering my lips with it. The gel it was based upon soon was absorbed, by eager lips. She knew of it. She continued, by applying the red I had chosen; metallic bloody red, just as I had hoped for.

Just like before, the lip stick had been absorbed easily, and then cured onto my lips. I would not be able to remove it, no matter what, just as she had intended. She was nothing but thorough. Leaving nothing to chance. Like before, she soon used the clear top coat: sealing the lip stick securely and undeniably in place.

“Anything else?” she then urged me.

“Silver eye shadows would be great?” I indicated; and she picked up the base for my eyes, applying it to my eyelids, right and left, up and down. Slowly, carefully, never missing anything; leaving the perfect result, on which to build upon. Then she continued with the silver shadow. Repeating the process, just as the base coat had been absorbed, and cured. From there, she continued, with a skin tone, just above, and below the respective upper and lower lids. Almost given the effect, the silver had been my actual colour, while the skin tone was the make up?

Looking closer, I could almost see a reflection in the silver shadow. I imagined I could, or did I actually see the reflections?

“You'd love your eyelashes black, I take it, and just slightly longer looking?” she then suggested, and I nodded.

How could she have known? She continued on schedule, with the base coat, then painted over the base with a strangely glistering black. From here, she picked up a new top coat; dipping the brush thrice, before placing it onto my now black lashes; twirling the lashes around the brush, slowly and carefully pulling at my lashes as she released them, just a little bit slower than she pulled forwards. Thus my lashes stretched out considerable; staying as long as she made them, or about an inch, but also curling up on themselves, progressively. Each lash taken individually, right and left, upper and lower. Each looking identical to the other, and exactly as I had desired them to.

“Spread your hooves as wide as you can, while still maintaining full contact with the surface of the desk!” she instructed me; without any suspicion, I did as I had been told.

I had failed to notice what she did, and my hooves soon fused securely to her desk, where I stand. Then she picked up a new gel, covering my body; which soon turned a silicon white. Then she continued with the next, repeating the process; from muzzle, to hind hooves.

Then she was finished. Only she did not say a word, and soon vanished out of site.

Completion: 2

I picked a plug, dipping it in the clear gel, intended for her rear entrance, in between her cheeks, her rump. Slipping it in, as easily as could be expected, since she couldn't see me, just as the gel made it impossible for her to feel it. The gel also made her incapable to prevent the entry, as much as ejecting it. Furthermore, it made her contract around it on instinct, just as much as was required, in order to hold it in place, but no more. She had no control of it, naturally.

I pulled the plug out, just as it reached as far as I had intended, the effect I had desired, already in full effect. From there, I picked the anticlimactic plug, slipping it in, where the other plug had so recently been, only to brush it over with a seal. I would be able to break the seal, and extract it as I please, but none other then me. Then I could slip it back in, at any time, reusing the same seal.

I picked up another plug, for the orchid, dipped it in the gel, designed for the purpose. Slipping the plug in, feeling her contract firmly around my plug. She wouldn't sense it, just yet. Only she would feel the next plug, just as she would contract around it, and just as firmly. Just like before, she would be incapable of rejecting it, either on entry, or after.

Once I had slipped the second plug in, she was plugged up, and quite incapable of climaxing. A moment after the plug had entered her orchid, she would start to feel the stimulation, making her continuously more and more excited. This was driving her forwards, and soon she came for the first time. Only then, she soon came again, again and again. Faster and faster, harder and harder. She had no control of it.

Once she reached the peak, I had painted her hooves a metallic bloody red. Only then, I painted her skin a blushing pink, all over. Indicating her excitement. She had chosen red lips, it was enough for me to make her hooves red. The same red.

Now I cover her horn with a thin gel, the horn soon had absorbed. Once it had been fully absorbed, I covered it with a very thick clear gel.

Then I picked a gel, covering her face, preserving her excitement as it is on her face, leaving the skin shiny as if it had been made out of plastic. Glistering, as if covered with the lubricant?

With the hooves still in place, I finished, by covering her in the gel that kept her like this, for any stimulation or excitement. Since she is plugged, she will stay like this. I just left her, for her body to adjust. Or maybe, it is for my joy, to possess her, such as she is right now?

An Unavoidable Return: 7

I had put on my clothes, once I had had a shower, and dried myself off, after I had been playing with myself, practising as I had been told.

I had continued my day with regular things. Nothing exciting. I had just done, what I would have done, had I not seen her. What I still will have to do, in order to maintain my life in any form.

Only then, the day had come to an end, just as it had to. I had gone to bed, pulled my clothes of, before I hit the sack. Only now, I had taken a final chance, practising. I had enjoyed it earlier, even alone, why not again? She had not told me how many times I could, or should practice?

Putting my hands together, fingers interlacing, pushing my elbows together. Then it happened, just like before, both with her, and alone. The change, as my hands and lower arms turned into the yello.

I lay on my back, as I slip the yello in. Feeling how it slipped inside of me. How it slide in there. The elastic rubber bending easily. It easily filled me up, and I contracted, just as I had expected.

The quilt over my body, as I fell asleep. Maybe I should have been surprised? I had never tried to stimulate myself further, once the yello had entered me.

It's mere presence was just enough, making me feel warm and relaxed, as I drifted off to sleep. How much I had moved, during the night, I have no idea, yet I noticed, I did lay on my belly, as I woke up.

Apparently, I had managed to get a good night's sleep, I realise as I woke up. I'm not lying in pools of sweat, I'm not panting. Even if I still did feel warm.

I had had a shower, and a breakfast. That's about as long as I lasted. Then I dressed up, and returned to where the pony had been. She's still there, exactly where I had left her, waiting for me.

“You did come back!” she simply pronounced.

“Yes, apparently, I did!” I replied.

“Then you would place your right hand on my horn?” she suggested.

I just nodded quietly, as I placed my hand on the horn, feeling the same sensation, as I had the other day. Nothing had changed. Nothing, at least, not this far.

“Place the hand on the table, with the palm down onto the surface?” she continued.

I did as she told me, and found that nothing had changed. It's the same table, as I had placed my hands on, the day before, and naturally it should be.

“Hold my horn with your left hand!” she told me, and I did.

“Now place your left hand on the table, with the palm down onto the table!” she told me, and I followed her instruction.

“If you hold my horn with both hands, fingers interlaced?” she then suggested, and I did it, just as she told me.

“Both hands, palms down on the table!” she instructed me, and I continued to do, as she told me.

I knew what was to come, yet I waited, allowing her to say it out aloud, I wanted to hear her saying it.

“Put your hands together, fingers interlaced, then press your elbows together!” she instructed me.

Now I followed her instruction. My hands soon started to change, transforming, as it had the other day. I did not know of the difference, compared to the time. I just continued, slipping inside of her, just as I had, the day before.