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I had had a good salad and Iridescent Breeze treated me to a glass of juice, her favourite, apparently. I can't really deny enjoying it, even outside of the situation and company, it is delicious to say the least. I do understand why she paid for it in the first place, even aside from treating me to it. I could have done the same thing in her situation.

As we had finished the meal and drink, we left for a secluded spot, which happened to be the mares' room. I had been actively participating in going there, even if it initially was for her benefit. Just that it had taken me into a place I never had dared to see. It is something I had never expected, but found a fancy for and turned into an exciting moment with her. How and why this turned on me, I have no idea, maybe I don't care, or does it really matter in the first place.

I think it started out as a kiss in a dark corner, though she had started to nibble my ear. I know she had started there, but she had slipped down to the back of my neck, the very edge of my mane, just out of sight, where it wouldn't show unless you made a careful examination. Maybe this was part of the excitement.

Maybe it is a reason to re-evaluate my relation to horror stories, or is this a more personal thing with no relevance on outside matters. If my name had drawn her to me, in part due to something her mother did, leading up to who she is, I am not sure, I guess it wasn't all that important. I care about who she is and how she made me feel as she is close to me. She certainly is close to me in ways more delicate then mere distance in a room.

As she closed the door behind us, I gasp, realising it is about to come true. I knew what was to come and was hoping secretly, she would do it. I had enjoyed it from the very first time. Ofhorse I kissed her and she responded.

From there she moved up to momentarily nibble my right ear. It is as if she was following a ritual, a pattern, testing the grounds, though I never cared to stop her. I didn't stop her the first time, not even when she bit down, drawing blood. My blood, that is. I just never saw as much as a drop of the blood either on my neck or on her lips.

Maybe I had gotten used to it, or is it merely my excitement and joy, making me eel the experience all this differently. I had to admit, I am enjoying it and more so than I had dared to hope, a mere week earlier.

Guess I let out a few moans, then the intermittent sigh in between, as she slowly sucked, lapping up what little initially escaped. Maybe there is something in her saliva that induced the feelings and sensations, I don't know. Why ruin a perfectly exciting moment on that deep examination. I certainly am not an Egghead.

I love enjoying the moment, on the occasions I have set aside for it and this is one of them. Just feeling her tongue sliding over my neck gave me shivers, I couldn't help it. Though I made my best in keeping any noises to myself.

If she ever gave me the impression she was enjoying my noises, I would urge her to take us somewhere more secluded and private. Maybe I should even dare visit her at her home, even if I knew she wasn't living alone.

Just that before going too far down into it, I managed to place several towels under where I stand, just as well be prepared and not leave any traces.

Maybe my name was picking up a new meaning to me. I never had considered it to be quite as literal as it is right now. I know I may have been a sweet and cute little fillie at the time they gave me my name. Just as I had become known for preparing numerous Apple Treats, widely enjoyed among family and friends.

Being a red Pony with Green mane wasn't all that special, now was it. From time to time, I had been to a SPA and had my coat polished up to a nicely warm sheen, only making the image more living, guess that tied back into what is here and now.

Maybe I could take her to the SPA one of these days, but now I was lost in the moment. There is only the sensations she elicited with her tongue, while still biting.

I know I still did feel her fangs, though it is her tongue that I enjoy. I barely noticed as she withdrew her fangs, maybe due to her still licking for a moment longer, in part in order to make sure there was not a single drop of blood visible. Is it more for my benefit, or to saviour the last drop for herself.

I gathered myself as she slipped her head out of my mane. I guess I was panting at the time, though I soon got back to myself fully, still slightly flushed, as far as I could feel, though the mirror would deny it.

From there, I used the towels on the floor, rubbing it for a moment, before dumping the lot in the bin.

She licked herself around her mouth, as if indicating just how delicious I had been, or merely to make sure not a single drop was seen as we leave.

Author's Note

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Saw that coming, did you?
I just found it inevitable as it turned out, from who they are.