Dark Seduction:

Once I had sealed Lemons rear tight, I knew I had her undivided attention. I figure it would be fairly hard to ignore the situation. Though I had enjoyed making the point, by slipping a finger along the crack, all the way from the root of her tail, to the rim of her mound.

I just couldn't help myself. Enjoying the gift, as it had been intended. The lemon yellow girl did excite me, where she stands before me, her generously wide hooves spread apart, legs open for play. How could a mare like ne resist it?

Some like them rough, some enjoy the challenge of catching them, but I guess I prefer them bred for the purpose, since you know what you get, and you do get what you like. My parents certainly did know my tastes, when it came to the play girls.

I lean over, placing both my hands on her right foot, just above the hoof, acquiring a firm grip before I give her a tentative tug, but the hoof is firmly planted, so I pull hard, but the hoof remains stubbornly in place. I couldn't make it budge, not by pulling, that it. I knew how to do, if, and when I wanted her to walk back to her bed, I simply need to break the line of gel, and then pull it off of her hoof. I just needed to repeat it on the let off. Just as I need to unlock the frame in order for her hooves to slip off of the table. She just did not even know it yet. She would learn it, soon enough. Maybe a week, but two or three demonstrations should let her in on the trick. That's why I had already locked the frame the first time.

“I hope it did not hurt!” I teased her, even though I knew she couldn't answer me, since I had dutifully sealed her lips securely.

I noticed she made a weak attempt in stating the denial, but gave up and simply shook her head. If it had hurt, I figure her ears would have fallen back, but they're fairly perked up right now. I decided she did not mind.

Now, since she had made no attempt to protest, I found it the time, to move over to the left hoof, holding on to it, just have the hoof, giving her a tentative tug, before I pulled hard, but the hoof stay firmly in place. If I couldn't pull either of her hooves loose, I guess, neither could she? That settled it. Now it is time to have fun.

I moved forwards, pressing my Jigglies up against her back, before I placed my hands on her cheeks, slowly caressing her, almost as if she had been a friend, all the while I do enjoy the rubbery smoothness of the skin of her muzzle. She had been prepared well for me. I knew I can have plenty of fun with her. That's the way I intended it to go down.

I realised the rubber smoothness is more than just skin deep. Caressing her muzzle was a treat, to my hands, but how much for her, I had no idea. In a way, the fun is in her mute state. I could do as I please to her. Even if I had no intent to hurt her. In part because she looks too good, and I guess it is in part because it would have been a serious waist of the bits my parents had invested in her, as my gift. They had been very thoughtful, in choosing her for me.

I had come to love the sensation of the soft rubberyness of her cute muzzle. Maybe in part because it is cute, as in prepared to follow my sense of colours, and she had after all been choosen for me.

Now I moved my hands down her flanks, giving her Jigglies a nice round of squeezing. Smooth orbs of soft squeeze friendly rubber is what I had found, just the way I like them. Now they are for me to squeeze as I please. Though I soon moved on to her nibbles, rubbing them with the tips of my thumb hooves. I found this quite natural choice. Feeling the tips of her nibbles under my hooves felt strangely enjoyable. I guess I never had had my own girl before?

I had noticed that the nibbles are rough, not smooth and slippery. Making for all the more teasing fun. If I was to continue, would she reward me with the white juice of her nibbles? I guess I would have to try that later.

I moved on, allowing my hands find her mound, squeezing it, rubbing and caressing it, just for my personal joy. I had to teach her how I liked it. That started right now, at the first encounter. The longer I waited, the less of an impression I would make on her. I wanted her to enjoy my caresses and squashing.

It had been unavoidable, I found her orchid, and it felt as if it was in bloom, mainly because how it felt to the touch. I slipped my fingers in, rubbing the insides for a moment before I pulled my hands apart, even if just a few inches, just to test her. UI could as well do it now. She was indeed as elastic as I had hoed for her to be. She was also as tight as could be wished for.