The Lovely Little Changeling

”I think you'd need a moment with me in my bedroom!” I told her.

“That sounds like fun!” Silver Mane responded, nodding excitedly at me as I looked at her.

For some reason, her pink to cerise skin always had reminded me of Pinkie Pie and her jolly antics. That is not what pulled me towards her in the first place, just as it wasn't her shimmering silver mane. More in how she carried herself, if only I could have put a hoof to it, but I guess that's not my place.

I can't say I had anything against unicorns, just because I'm a grey pegasus, caring for another grey pegasus. At least my personality isn't grey, once you get to know me, I knew as much. I had no problems with myself and who I am, no room for it and no time, not while caring for my daughter Dinkie Doo, she is everything to me. Thogh I have room for a mare like Silver in my life too.

Then I noticed Silver looking into my eyes, but this just made me feel strangely warm inside and my knees started to shake, as if there was something. Not the nervousness of something off or bad, more something exciting about to happen?

“I think you're the hottest mare I've ever seen. Since we're already here, maybe we could explore these warm feelings? I can clearly sense there's something more!” she blurted out, almost as if it had been a slip of her tongue, but to the point in a curiously exciting way of hers. It is almost as if she knew my feelings deeper than I myself did?

“If I don't like it, which I think I will, I know you'd stop the instant I told you too!” I responded in a playful way, teasing her just a bit further.

“Exactly!” she said, indicating for me to sit on the bed in the middle of the large room.

I nodded as I sat down, only to see her go down on all fours before me, but not yet giving a clue as to what she was up to, imagining she had something in mind, and that half of the fun, is not to know.

Once she is down with both hands on the floor, I noticed a hint of glow from her horn giving off a curious shadow, only enough to be a hint and nothing to place stock in. Then she lifts my right hoof, parted her lips before she carefully licked the hoof, almost as if she had performed hooficure? That made for a strange image, and got me excited. Mainly due to the way her tongue felt as she was licking my hoof, from the upper rim, downwards, then moving alternately right and left, before she licked the lower rim from the inner side to the other.

She carefully set the hoof down, now glistering even in the sparse light in the room. From here, she soon picked up the other hoof, curiously enough, repeating the process.

“Oooh!” I moaned as she licked my hoof, never quite to expect it to be so sensitive but I had never challenged this part of myself.

When she finally did set the other hoof down, I noticed they are a good two feet apart, spread fairly wide. Whatever it was she had in mind? Still, I said nothing, hoping she had something more interesting to follow up with, something exciting?

Ofhorse, she had truly started out the exploration, this wasn't anything I had expected. Not out of her, and not out of anypony else, mare or stallion.