The Lovely Little Changeling

”Would you stand up, for a moment?” Silver teased, and moved my bed out of the way, just as I rose to my hooves.

“That's better!” she then continued, as she helped me down on all fours, my hands soon firmly supporting my weight.

Then she walked around me thrice, just looking at me, where I stand, trying to look up at her, pondering what she possibly could have in mind, still expecting this to be more exciting than she was letting on.

She then stopped in front of me, ruffling my mane for a moment, before she continued to stand behind me, looking at me in a curiously exciting manner, trailing my spine with her right index finger, before stopping just short of my tail, then lean over and I feel her lips on the right side of my rump. Without rising to my hooves, there is little to nothing I could do, maybe this is exactly the point, or what was so exciting about it?

Then I felt her tongue between the cheeks, as she licked me from just under the root of my tail, all the way to the edge of my mound. Strangely enough, she then doubled back all the way. Then she doubled back, once more, as she had left a thick trail of her saliva on my skin.

I felt the moist of the saliva for a moment, imagining my skin glistering, as my hooves? Then she placed her left hand on my rump, before placing the right index finger just under my tail, tracing the line all the way to my mound. That's when something crept into my mind, I had felt her finger all the way, but no sign of the crack, there was no orifice, just smooth and elastic skin, as if it had been covered in rubber? Even if I did not have the word for exactly what it was?

“I guess your rear isn't going to distract you?” she then teased.

“Not unless you're teasing me in that way?” I responded, not sure how to respond, but decided to follow her a bit further, it wasn't turning me off and there was something about how she did it, making me want to know where she was leading me off to, even if I had missed the first thing.

“If you'd stand up, for but a moment? I think you would enjoy what I could give you, even when other ponies are looking down at you. In a sense, I guess I felt a connection, they're looking down at me even when they don't know it!” she instructed me helpfully, taking my hands as I was rising to my hooves, as they still are where she had placed them, without really revealing why she placed them the way she did, earlier.

Once on my hooves, still standing with my hooves wide apart, she moved to my front, facing me for but a moment before she slowly bent over, just enough to place her lips on my right nibble, before gently kissing it. Then she parted her lips and licked the nibble, first the tip, then slowly encircled it, and moved down towards the jigglie, just a little bit each turn, until she had managed to reach the small circle of darker skin, just bordering the nibble, turning exactly three times around, before she slowly moved back up, just in the same direction, until she had finished by licking the tip, for the one short moment.

After kissing my nibbles, this once, she moved her head, placing her lips on the other, kissing it, before she started over, licking the tip of the left nibble, then slowly licking the spiralling circle all the way down to the jigglie, making the three circles, before moving back up in the same manner as with the right nibble, ending this procedure by the kiss.

Just leaving me wonder what it had all been for, even if I can't deny enjoying the feeling she had left my nibbles with. Just short of the first moan from the process? That stunned me for the briefest of instants, just as she brought her head to my level, once more.

There was something sensual to her I had never expected, and something I had failed to see, yet now appreciating. If only I could put a finger to how or what it was, maybe it is just my lack of experience? In a way I am pleased, since I could never have enjoyed this quite as fully, had I had more experience in her manners and teases?

Now I found her licking my lips, before she continued outwards, and I couldn't bring myself to protest, in part because I had enjoyed the teases, in ways out of reach, until today, as she came over to me. Whatever had I done in order for her to pick up, on what I myself had no idea I could have enjoyed?

She had apparently licked my muzzle, in a fashion not too dissimilar to how she just teased my nibbles, which made the association push me just a step further, allowing the one slight moan to escape my lips. Had I actually moaned, the mere though was teasing me, and exciting me in the one situation.

“Did that feel as good for you, as the moan just told me, or as good as it felt to me?” Silver cooed in my right ear as she picked up my right hand, from where it had been hanging limply, since I had been too distracted to actually have conscious control of it. She placed it before her muzzle, slowly licking the rim of the hand, from just below the wrist, and back to where she had started, then continued in a concentric circle, rather than starting with my fingers? This did take her some five minutes, still leaving the palm of the hand now glistering, slippery and teasingly rubbery.

I imagined my muzzle would be the same, only to have a moan escape my lips, once again, only slightly stronger than the previous, and about twice as long? Knowing what came next, I felt her holding on to my left arm, slowly licking the left hand. Repeating the concentric circle, starting at the wrist, and continued until she had licked the entire hand.

Now she slipped my hands down to the sides of my body, before making me lean over until I had my hands on the floor, then bending my elbows, in order for my hands to slide along the floor as she pressed my back further down as I presented my rump.

With my elbows on the floor, my hands pointing outwards, she was almost ready with what she was doing, but still did keep teasing me?

As she stands behind me, I feel her right hand on my rump as the left had found the spot, just under my tail, tracing the very same line, making me feel the finger slide over slippery elasticity, until it hit the mound, moving up for the few inches until the finger slipped inside, just for the quick tease as slow and gentle it had been, before pulling her hand off of me.