Just a Heads Up

There she was, she woke me up, earlier then the sun? Either way, I used to like sleeping in, as awesome as I am, I could afford starting later.

Now she woke me up. I couldn't escape. Once I set my eyes upon her, there was something, I knew it is still her, but she isn't the old Flutter Shy. As a bat, she had all of a sudden become awesome. Is it just the wings, but I felt something more. It's not just the colours that changed, even if this was limited to her wings, unless her mane and tail had changed colour slightly? I just couldn't make up my mind.

As the bat, she carried herself differently, it isn't just that she had been up early, which wasn't strange to me. There is something more about her.

Then she had landed beside me. She had explored me. Just like the awesome mare I am, in the manner of a great adventure?

Just like the 'Daring Do', she had found her treasure, the treasure I had not even known was there. I had known it wasn't, up until yesterday, when I lay to sleep, I know it wasn't.

What she had found initially shocked me, then I guess it wasn't so bad, since she was the one to explore it. She had simply exhaled, into what could only be a valve, such as is found on toys. That's when the change came over me.

All of a sudden, something different. I have no name for it, I'm still the mare I had been born to become.

After a few more goes on the valve, she had moved over, to where my mound is, where I had always had my orchid, even if I had never thought about this, until recently. As I filly, it isn't in your world, it just slip in, once you turn into a mare.

I can't deny, just how good it had felt, her licking, or rather eating me? I felt that would go against my nature as the Element of Loyalty.

Bit by bit, I felt myself growing, and hard. I knew I was erect, in a strange way I never had before, is this how the stallion feels the first time, too? I never had pondered this topic before, but it still was turning me on, and I started to feel hot.

How much more of this could I take, before I was to explode, or was she simply to pop me? Considering she was blowing more air into the valve, as if I had been a doll, one of these inflatable once? That never did happen, if only because she soon stopped inflating me? Or is it when she stop licking that hard part of me, growing from the new sheath she had so recently and eagerly revealed, as she used my valve?

If I'm not a mare, then, what am I? I just refused to allow it getting to me, I was enjoying her attention too much. Oh, exactly. I do enjoy getting the attention, and even if it is just Flutter Shy, I still had her undivided attention, in a way I had not expected. She apparently acted just as self-assured, as when she faced down a dragon with the stare of hers.

What amazed me, is how it felt, when her lips finally did slip over, what I had not thought was there. She had slipped my head inside of her, her now fully parted lips, it is how much she had already excited me. The joy of her lips slowly sliding down over the smoothness of my head, all the way. Only then, as she was to pull back, there was a hesitation, as if she already was regretting it? Yet, she still managed, after that initial struggle.

In the end, I had slipped out of her mouth, still wet, feeling the warmth of her saturating me. She had slipped of, in order for me to take over?

Now she lay on the cloud, just where I lay, as I moved around her, and soon found myself on top of her. She had flapped her wings, for a few times, before comfortably folding them flat against her light yellow back.

Once my fore hooves are to the right and left of her, and a few inches ahead of her body, I can feel her warmth under my belly. Then I start to move my hips in order to find, what I know is awaiting my bro, warm, wet and welcoming.

The feeling of her slippery wet orchid soon had greeted me, before I felt myself slipping inside of her. The tightness of her just make it all the more joyous. I could hardly hold back, but then I felt her contract further, just before I realised, she was coming. Was that from merely teasing me, or was there something more.

She effectively stopped the thought. The slippery juices inside of her pushed all thoughts away, but it was all for the better, I had nothing for that, right now, it is for after, when we sit down, talking.

As I pushed a bot further, the tightness almost stopped me, while her now thick, slippery juices helped me further. I started up fairly slow, I have time.

As I pulled back, I suddenly realised I was stopping short, not just that I had not slipped out, but it made ma bounce right back, in, pushing again. It's almost as if I was a rubber ball, bouncing back and fourth, between two hard surfaces, never slowing down, never really moving faster. On the other hoof, I did not was to go faster, or slip out.

I just went with the flow, just pushing forwards, which was in, then out, only to bounce right back, but it felt too good to stop. I did not want to pull out.

On the first hoof, it was obvious that I had stopped just in the right spot, on the other, it would be the back of the head, that refused to squeeze out between the tightness of her lips. It isn't up to me, she wanted me inside. Just the way I liked it.

Only then it hit me, I was building towards the one moment. That's a new shock, but thankfully it did not bring me out. I just moved as if nothing had happened, the way I knew she wanted me to, just as she moved in the opposite direction in response.

As mare, there is no connection between coming and climax, apparently, for my stallion parts, now there was, and I couldn't do anything about it. All I could do, was trying to make it last the one minute longer, and keep on in the direction.

That's when the shock hit, and I felt the release, just the one powerful chock and a squirt. Yet, I couldn't say I just stopped, right there, it did take me much longer to go back. Yet, it was inevitable, and that's when I finally did manage to slip out, or failed to stay in?

Ofhorce, this is when the joy of still being a mare, all the while mad sense. Even if I had had the climax, from the stallions perspective, my body as a mare still managed to hold on to what I was feeling, so I could slide off of her, panting.

First ow I hear the panting and moaning she apparently had performed, for the most part of our act, together. Who had initiated it, but we had both enjoyed it, together, which is what counts in the fist place.

I felt her placing a hoof behind my neck, and I responded in kind, and turned to kiss her, feeling the love in her response, as we finished, in the warm, tender kiss. Then we just lay there, until it was time.

I managed to rise to my hooves, just in time to avoid the embarrassing moment.