I had presented Princess Twilight Sparkle with a set of Reins Rarity had carefully crafted for me from the design of one I had tried on at the Carousel Boutique. Since Rarity isn’t confident she could handle the enchantment, she sent me to Twilight at her castle.
“Oh, of course I can help you. I just need the specific spell to enforce the desired enchantment upon the item in question. Or the items in this case!” she responded with a confident smile on her face.
“I think I have it, right here!” I pronounced, pulling a small book with engraved illustrations in it, flapping pages and finally pointing at what I had in mind.
“That should be within the realm of my capabilities. I could have done it in my sleep, even before I ascended to Princess!” she responded as she reads the scant text upon the indicated page.
“Thank you, Twilight. You certainly are the bestest friend a Pony could possibly have!” I exclaimed ecstatically.
I cast a glans at the set of reins, where they hang in the air. I see the purple haze holding them up in a formation, just inches off of the table in the room where Twilight study.
I turn to look at Twilight as she cast the new spell, in order to enchant my reins. First I notice a small glow on the tip of her horn. The glow intensify and slowly spread down the entire length of the horn, like an avalanche in ultra slow. I guess the situation could be seen as hilarious, when you apply utterly irrelevant comparisons to your situation.
Once the glow reaches its peak, the shimmering light shoots out at the items before her in her magical grip. Just that the magic soon grows to envelop the reins. I see the magic glow thicken and intensify until an entirely opaque chrysalis had formed.
Transfixed, I resort to stare at the items encased in their respective chrysalises of magic. Of course, just as expected, all I could see is the blinding glow of her magic.
As the glow finally weakens and grow transparent once more, I can see the reins in all their glory. Only now, they have changed from the shiny deep pink leather Rarity had applied on the design, into a semi transparent clear, shimmering pink with an enchanting glow to them. I just couldn’t see the glow in the light of her spell, aside from the bright daylight in the room.
While the accessories cools down from her magical enchantment, she slowly spread them out onto the table and lets them settle onto the surface of the table over which they had so recently been hovering as she cast the spell, enchanting them.
“I am done, Pinkie Pie. Though I would recommend that you do not try it on all by yourself. You should have a Pony you trust by your side!” she prompted kindly.
“Twilight, would you like to help me trying it on? I feel safe in you handling it!” I pointed out.
“Since you asked me. Certainly. For you, I would do anything within my powers!” she responded.
“Thank you, Twilight!” I responded.
“Let us explore it and enjoy it in a small bed room. I think this warrents just a tad more privacy than the study!” she pointed out.
“Thanks again, good point!” I responded, following her to where she was taking me.
I followed her into a small room with a bed. Of course the floor and walls are the standard crystal, just like the entire castle. Why bother hiding the fact that it is a crystal castle, the very one the Tree of Harmony bestowed upon her and in extension, all six of us?
I could clearly see the bed to the right, covered with her usual bed linen in her colours. I guess it could be seen as obvious. Now the mark is also placed upon each of the bed sheets, quilts, pillows, pillowcases and such.
The only light emanates from the small lamp in the ceiling, although there is a lamp by the bed stand as well.
On the opposite side of the door, there is a wardrobe. The bed linen are stored there. Just as there is room for a Pony to stash her clothes there for the night.
“We can as well get it explored?” she suggested, sealing the door behind her and looking intently at me.
“Yeah, why prolong the inevitable? It is why you brought me here in the first place!” I agreed.
“Since we are alone, why not take our clothes of and make it just one bit more exciting?” she suggested.
“Sure thing!” I responded, stepping out of my skirt, before I slipped my panties off of me, placing them in a neat pile in the wardrobe.
Twilight quietly followed suit, smiling conspiratorially back at me as she continued to pull her top of, revealing her now naked chest.
With only a pair of rubber boots on, min pink, while hers are purple, I now stand on the floor, looking intently at her.
“I think it falls upon you to put the reins on my face!” I prompted in an excited giggle.
“From the description of the spell; that would be the safest bet!” she responded, nodding confirmation.
With the one intended reins in her hands, she steps forwards towards me. I feel her slowly pressing the front of the reins up against my muzzle. Just a momentary tingle as the rubber touch my skin.
She continues, sliding her hands along the sides of my face. I feel the rubber as it make contact, as well as the initial tingle. She carefully places the strap behind my ears and slip a strap around my neck.
Finally, she secure the reins and lets go. I can clearly feel the tight design, just as I had when I tried on the reins at Rarity’s place, the Carousel Boutique. Only this is my reins. These are designed for me specifically.
“How does that feel?” Twilight inquired, looking back at me.
“Curious. It tingled. Now it fits just right!” I thought, but no words passed my lips.
I looked up at her. My lips sealed, and no chance to say what it feels like. I couldn’t even think of actually pronouncing the words. it is as if I had been mute, and to the effect never actually had a moth from birth.
Now, what am I to do.
I placed my hands along my head, feeling the reins around my muzzle. They may be tight, to the point of being skin tight. I couldn’t quite feel any gap between the rubber that the rains comprised of and my skin. It is a perfect fit. My fingers slowly followed the material, from my muzzle and all the way back to my neck. I feel the material along the line under my chin as well.
Now I tried to push my fingers in under the material along the entire length of the straps, but there is no way of getting even a single nail under the reins, not under these reins, at least.
As a final exploration, I use my right index finger to trace the line of my lips, from right to left. I feel my lips, but they are securely sealed perfectly tight.
I could see Twilight mirroring my exploration of herself. Only she doesn’t wear reins. Her lips are not sealed. Then we continued to explore the jigglies, and the nibbles. They certainly are where I remember them, and they feel just as before, which inspired and excited me. Then the right hand continued down to the mound, it is just the way I recall it. Yet, now I feel a trickle on the rim of the orchid as I trace the line. Naturally, that was never sealed either.
As I am done exploring my body, I reach up to my head, pulling a strap-on toy out of the curls of my mane. Looking at it intently, before I reach towards Twilight Sparkle, indicating for her to use it.
She picks up the clear toy in her hands, then levitates it before her eyes in exploration. The Yello is clear while she is holding it. There is a head up on the front, but the back is clearly intended to fit into her feminine side, the orchid. Feeling the tight panties, the insistently firm and adamant rubber. Only the Yello is a bit squishy in her hands.
“I take it you want me to wear this. Then I was correct when I had you follow me in here!” she prompted.
“Yes!” I thought, nodding confirmation vigorously in a very eager expression on my face.
“Oh yea, you can’t say anything due to being mute while wearing your reins!” she then told herself and made sure I knew she had gathered the situation.
Twilight carefully stepped into the rubber panties before me. Why bother hiding while we are both nude together? She followed up by carefully inserting the back of the toy into her very own orchid.
“That does feel surprisingly good. Yet, I barely feel it inside after just a moment!” she explained, only feeling the warm material as it slipped in and promptly forgot it after an instant of tingling inside.
Then she resorted to explore herself with her hands. Spreading her fingers and stroking the rubber over her mound. The warmth imitating the way it should have felt before. Only now the orchid had effectively been replaced with the opposite gender.
“Ooooh!” she sighed, as she first touched the bro.
Of course she could not feel a difference between what she had under her fingers, and the real thing. Not just because she had little to no personal experience with it, as well-read as she may be even to the extent of what she was currently exploring.
She could feel a different tingle in her bro, not too different from the expected and experienced sensations. Then she felt herself grow hard under the touch of her fingers.
“I guess I could get used to this!” she then declared, in an excited promise, while smiling wide.
I just nodded in approval of what she had just let on. She just reacted the way I had expected out of her.
“Feels just like the real thing. Even if neither of us can know how it feels in the flesh!” I thought; since I couldn’t tell her.
As she finished exploring the extension of herself, she continued to the next logical step. With that I could see the tip of her horn light up and the process of using her magic initiated. The next moment the light of her magic reached out and touched her, enveloping the bro in a new chrysalis of light and lubricated her, almost as if she had pulled out a can of lube and spread it out by hand. Only this is more effective. Besides, there is no spill or smearing here. I guess the thought of that pushed me further, I find it quite exciting.
As she lubricated herself, I examined my hands, the leaned forwards, placing them on my rump demonstratively, inciting her to follow the lead when I couldn’t tell her what I had in mind for her to do.
Apparently she caught on and followed the mine to what I had in mind for her. She placed her hands on her own rump, then slowly caressed it, feeling the smooth rubber under her hands. As she continued, she inevitably found what I had in mind for her. There is an orifice, just as she had had one up front. The smooth rubber did not deny her access, just as intended.
Once she realized it, she explored herself more fully, following the rim of her now purple panties. Only the border had blurred out as if smoothed out.
“Thanks, Pinkie. You clever you!” she responded.
“You are mine, Pinkie Pie!” she put forth, giggling excitedly.
I just nodded and consequently looked up at her in mock fear of what this would entail. Of course I had walked in into the room with open eyes. I had expected what is before me. You could go as far as to say that I had enticed her into doing what she is about to do, seduced her into taking the final steps.
“Wait, now I have a naughty little idea!” she then added, while her horn lit up and the light shot out.
Only this time, it is my rump that was her intended target. For whatever reason, but I found her act even more exciting and got into a hysterical fit of giggles.
“Time to play, my dear Pinkie!” she cooed seductively as she takes a step forwards and place her hands on my narrow waist.
I nodded vigorously in approval as she lifted me up from the floor and placed me squarely on the bed. Now I sit in the middle of the bed, hooves clearly on the floor.
For a moment I look longingly into her eyes. Then I pull a can of clear gel out of my mane, before I lift my right hoof and apply the gel to the sole of my boot, and then all the way up to the upper rim, before I demonstratively plant the hoof securely on the floor. With that I lift my left hoof and repeat the process, only to plant the hoof as far on the left as I could reach.
I feel the firm grip of her hands around my waist. She smiles at me as she realized what I had been doing. Now she pushes her right hand towards my orchid, permitting her thumb to trace the line all the way along the wet line from top to bottom.
As her thumb reached the end of the line, I grab Twilight by her waist and pull her closer. Holding her in a firm grip, enjoying the closeness of the warmth of her body.
Her hands let go of me. A moment later, I could clearly feel her hands on my cheeks, her fingers on my chin. She looks into my eyes as she permits a finger trace the line of my lips.
“Delicious, truly delicious, Pinkie!” she mumbles in an even more seductive voice.
Giving my hooves a tentative tug each, right and left, feeling the rubber of my boots sticking to the floor, yet stretching just enough to let on that I am stuck in place firmly for Twilight to do with as she is pleased. Naturally I had known it, but wanted to make sure the effect was as I had initially intended.
Still with her hands holding my face in a seductive, yet firm grip, she pressed her lips on mine in a warm kiss. I was about to gasp as I realized what she was doing. Feeling her tongue between my firmly sealed lips was just too hot. Yet, it caused me to make a sharp exhale through my nostrils, thus leaving my temporarily breathless.
Then I feel her licking the tip of my tongue, yet as incapable to respond as the mannequin had been. Acting as if my head had been made out of stiff rubber. Yet, it seems as if this drove her on, as I feel the hot breath down my throat.
Twilight slide her hands down my chest, all the way down to my waist. Once there they stop and she pulls me close. The next instant I feel her stiffness probing my mound with the slippery lubrication.
As the tip reaches the spot, I found myself helpless, vulnerable as I couldn’t prevent her from entering. The head slipped in easily and eagerly, filling me up. I feel wet and warm.
She had placed her knees on the bed, left and right. From there she could maneuver me as she desire. I feel her hands lifting me up to her and pushing me down onto the bed. With each and every pull, she inevitably gave a tug to my hooves in the process.
Bit by bit, the excitement and stimuli is getting to her, but it is not easy to spot on a purple Pony. Yet, I guess it is felt in her breathing, and the way she moves as she pulls me up to slip her bro deep into me.
Tight around her, the lube reinforces my contraction, maintaining direct skin contact, thus maximizing the stimulation of her slipping in and out of me, while the head insistently stay inside. With each pull, I feel my hooves stiffen up and hold me down tighter to the floor as the boots smooth out the border between the floor crystal and the rubber of the boots. Twilight is thus forced into applying more effort into pulling me up, while I am pulled back evenly each time.
My hands on the right and left of her head in a firm grip of her cheeks in a passionate yet enticing kiss. I feel her muzzle up against mine and her tongue playing along my lips, just to momentarily slip in and tease the tip of my tongue. She shares her breath with me as we breathe.
As she teases me, I feel I grow wetter. There is no escaping it, just as there is no denying it. As if she did not know it.
She slowly shifted her grip of my waist and slipped her hands down under me in an effort to explore me deeper than she had been capable for from the previous position.
As I finally feel her fingers under me, she pushes her hands all the way in under my rump and her fingers meet in the middle. The next instant I feel the wet lubrication she had infused my rear entrance. Naturally, my entrance contracts firmly at the instant of contact instinctively. There was nothing I could do about it. I merely feel it and know her fingers slipped in, into me from behind.
On the next pull, I feel her pull at my rump, unavoidably. I feel her fingers pulling at me, opening me up. Surprised, I realize just how slippery the wet lube really is, while she still maintained the grip.
Feeling her fingers pulling, as if she had been pulling at highly elastic rubber. It is her gift to me, the secret she had hidden away and kept in store for when she was getting this far. When she was to hold on to my firm, plump rump.
There is a feeling I could not quite place, exciting, just not what I had expected. Then I realized something else, as vaguely as it was. I came just as she pulled me open from behind, as if it had been the final straw required in order to push me over the edge. Of course, I came again and again with each pull and push. Firmly and undeniably, I am coming.
Only the sensation grows stronger, more intense.
Then she changed it up, applying more magic into the game and levitated me up and down, thus freeing her hands from this effort and gained control in the process. I still feel her hands on my rump, but then she isn’t pulling me up by hand. It is my body being pulled up and pushed down rhythmically in a slow pace, just right to tease me onwards. I realized that she was enjoying it just as much.
I feel the tip of each finger. The short nail digging into the soft, elastic rubbery flesh lubricated and slippery, the way she had intended. Fingertips softly, but insistently teasing sensations to keep me distracted, yet focused on where she was pushing me towards.
The rubbery elasticity confusing, the slippery wet feeling distracting. Yet, together they worked towards enticing and excite me. She had me in her grip, playing with me like the top I had presented myself as, to her in just the intent she had taken me up on.
There is a further distraction. I know she is a mare, so I guess her firm jigglies are where I had wanted them. Yet, the intrusion on a male part is still strangely distracting to me. Maybe I crave the distractions from where I am and everything else in order to keep me focused on the one thing. I am excited. I can’t help it, and I will not deny it.
On that note, she knows full well that I am a mare too. Yet, now I can feel her excitement on the air as if it was the scent of lovable, lovely roses.
There was a final pull, as she pulled me up, only this time she had pulled all the way out. There is the one detail, I had noticed her bro throbbing for a few minutes, and felt the squirt inside.
She had jumped down and off of me, landing squarely on the floor just before the wall. Then she had pulled me up an out of the bed as she stepped aside. My hands had clearly hit the floor. Now I feel the wall before me.
Twilight walked around me, only to end up behind me. Why? I guess she would explain it to me soon enough, which she did. In action.
My hooves now completely fused to the floor with the rim smoothed out beyond recognition. I am standing with my belly up like a limbo dancer. Only with my hands on the floor and up against the wall. I guess the room is that small. I don’t complain, we don’t need more space than this.
As she had stepped up between my knees, I noticed how she was kneeling before me. Then she levitated, slipping in under me in order for her to find the spot. I then felt her slide in from behind. Only now doubly lubed up. Both the bro and my rear is slippery, wet and lubed up.
With my hands firmly on the floor, I couldn’t really do anything, but wait and enjoy what she had intended to give me. Feeling her slip in, then pulling back. In and out. Yet, the double wet surface was teasing me and my already ecstatically excited body beyond what I had been expecting possible.
There was no avoiding contraction. I had been taught the lesson once and for all. Just as I couldn’t prevent her to enter. What came as a shock is the sensations. I guess I could refer to it as a transferred ghost sensation imprinted upon me by the lube she had coated the interior of my rear entrance. Yet, there was no escaping the sensations or the experience. Just to feel her slippery bro slide inside.
How long did it last? No idea. What I do know is what came next, as there is a solid squirt inside. She then pulled out of me.
Twilight stands before me, teasing herself with her right hand, showing of the sported erection before me. I can but guess she is enjoying the slippery surface and the sensations of stroking herself in the male fashion. It can be convenient, even if it does have its drawbacks as well.
She is leaning against the wall, then lowering herself in order to come closer to me. I feel her brow as it touches my muzzle. How could I possibly ignore it? Not that I mind it right now.
Since she had managed to slip her tongue in between my lips it isn’t a shock, or even a surprise. Just because I can’t part my lips or slip in a finger apparently doesn’t prevent her.
For a moment, I feel her hands on my cheeks, then she resorts to caress my face. Bit by bit she is teasing me. I can feel the palms of her hands and the tips of her fingers.
For some reason, she had chosen to use her fingers, as I feel her slipping them into my mouth, parting my lips just enough to make it easy to enter. Her bro slipping in and she pulls her hands back, then slide them down my throat and onto my chest. Then I feel her hands on my jigglies as she tease my nibbles.
Her fingers squeeze the nibbles, twisting them this way and that, tugging and in general teasing them to her heart’s content.
The head of her bro firmly in my mouth, while my lips are contracting firmly around her. Feeling the slippery rubber moving in and out. There was nothing I could do to prevent her from sliding back and forth. I can but contract firmly and evenly around the full length of the inserted rubber bro of hers. Maybe I didn’t want to. It does feel good, even if I couldn’t explain it or even put words to how or why it did feel so good.
Part of the sensation is in the lubed up slippery rubber of her bro, of course, while another part is in what the reins had done to my head. Not that it had messed up my mind in any way, but sensations are important. there is always the chance that the current level of excitement had coloured my experience as well.
Once she had pulled out, she went for another tease. I guess I knew where and what she was up to. With my throat covered by her last glazing, I had closed my eyes.
I feel her legs pressing in on both sides of my chest as she is leaning forwards. Then I feel her hands on my waist. She is pulling me up to a standing position. I guess she found it more comfortable on her part, even if I guess she does care just as much for my comfort and dignity.
As I stand up, she walked up to stand before me. As strange as it had felt down there, I had not been physically inconvenienced, but it does still feel good to stand up.
She placed her hands on my rump before sliding them forwards to my rear orifice. From there I could feel her slipping in her fingers from behind. I realized that she is content, bent on teasing me for a while longer.
The tips of her fingers now inside, the joint just over the rim of the orifice as she started to slide the tips of her fingers against the slipperiness inside. From the sensations, I could tell that she is enjoying it. Maybe that is all it really took to keep me enjoying it, although I can’t deny that she is exciting me, even if we ignore the way she had been teasing me in the first place.
As an added shock and bonus, I realized how this excited and aroused me even more, even farther than before. Only telling her would have to wait until she had pulled the reins off of my face.
Of course it is only natural that she could feel it. She knew how she was teasing me. My rear contracting just as firmly as was required to reach it. No more, and no less. She was pulling her fingers outwards, just a little bit at the time, slowly effecting the widening of me orifice. One or two inches was it. Not entirely sure. Yet, it did feel good this far.
With her chest tightly pressed toward mine, I can’t see what she is doing. As she had managed to dilate the rear orifice to three inches, she slipped a clear tube inside, placing it just at the pinch. As the tube had gotten into place, it would hold me open firmly and irrevocable, for as long as it is in, in the current position. Not that I could do anything against it, or push it either in or out.
I only realized that she had placed the tube in as she withdrew her fingers. Of course, she did not tease or stimulate me at the time.
Now she grabbed my wrists and pulled them back behind me, before she pressed my hands together in teasingly inserted my hands into the orifice through the tube. I could feel the tube as my hands lips in, but not my hands slipping in.
At this point, she let go of my wrists. Then she placed her muzzle on my right nibble, licking the nibble. I feel her wet tongue as she is lapping, as well as the coarse surface of her tongue.
Only once she had teased the right nibble to full erection, she slipped her lips down and sucked. Just enough to get the one trickle of milk, and no more. I guess it was all she wanted. Just to see where she had me.
She then repeated the process. I still do enjoy the feelings, the way she made me feel. The nibbles now wet and fully erected. She had me, she had teased me all the way, I am peaked. Just as she had glazed all my orifices.
“I hope you enjoyed the experiences as much as you had expected. I am sure I did!” Twilight exclaimed as she pulled my hands out from behind and inside me.
I could but nod and smile back at her. She knew I couldn’t say anything, right now. That is all right.
“Good!” she agreed and opened the reins, before she slowly, carefully pulled it off of my head. With that, she had released me from the spell she had enchanted onto the reins I had been wearing.
“Lift your hands and explore the effects as they wear of!” she then suggested.
I just nodded and did as she told me. Placing my now once again free hands on my face, right and left. Feeling the smoothness of the skin as it slowly returned to normal.
I sighed as my face had finally permitted me to part my lips and speak.
“If you like, feel free to come back any time, but I think you need to wait at least a day before you expose yourself. Besides, you need to eat before that. Maybe I could tempt you with a little snack?” she inquired.
“Sure, if you have anything I could eat. I will be grateful!” I put forth.
“I would have guessed you would need something to eat, right about now. Not just due to the time we spent here, but also the exertion I put you through. I know I need something to pick my energy back up!” she explained.
She had managed to produce a mountain of pastries and a large bowl of salad. I could guess which she had intended for me, and which she had set her eyes upon. With that, I picked up the first muffin and slipped it into my mouth, chewing it down eagerly. Not that I can complain, it is quite a delicious muffin.
I saw a fork in her hand, with which she was digging into her salad. Each stab just as eager as the first, even if she was slowing down as she approached the bottom of her bowl and the portion was running out on her.
She just had to stop for a sip of tea, every now and then. Naturally, she had offered me tea as well, which I graciously accepted. Just as much in order to wash down the pastries as my throat grew dry, as to enjoy the tea with her. Knowing just how much she was enjoying the moment shared with me.
Eventually, the meal was finished. I can’t complain. I am quite stuffed by now and she isn’t exactly hungry now. In the end, it had been several hours of joy and excitement, shared with one of my bestest of friends.
“I think I will go home and leave you to take care of your business!” I put forth as I washed down the very last of the muffins with my last sip of tea.
“Sounds like an idea. Feel free to come back any time you like. Particularly if you are up to enjoying a moment with the reins again, and by no means experiment with them on your own!” she responded with a giggle.
“Maybe just as well I leave one in the room!” I responded.
“Yeah, I noticed that you did leave one!” she responded.
“On that note, I think we need to pick up a few items from down there!” I added.
Since the meal is done, she followed me down. Once in the room we slipped into our clothes again. Only in the reverse order.
I picked up the reins, all but one which I left in the room for when I came back again. The others I carefully slipped into my saddle bags before we went up, now fully dressed.
My boots had reverted, once my excitement had died down enough, although I guess the exertion had played a small part in this as well.
“If you feel like teasing yourself again, just dip the tube in hot water for a minute, before you insert it. If you pull it out after a minute, you will be able to enjoy yourself Royally. Of course, to reverse the process, just dip it in cold water and repeat it and you will be back to normal!” she enlightened me.
“Oh yeah. I guess that could be fun!” I responded as we trotted up the flight of stairs to the ground level and out to the door.
“Have a nice day and welcome back any time you like, Pinkie!” she exclaimed as I walked out the door as she held it up for me.
“Thanks. I certainly will be back for more. Rest assured, Twilly. I will. Oh, and see you later!” I added as I left her, while she closed the door and went out of sight.
Once back in my own room, I closed the door behind me. I then pulled my panties and skirt off of me and placed them on my bed, before I extended my hand behind me in order to explore and confirm what Twilight had reminded me of.
Of course the tube is where she had told me it would be. Once I had found it, I soon figured out the trick that would make it slip out. Only once the tube is out, my rear orifice contracted to the normal tightness. Only to contract firmly around anything inserted once more. I could clearly feel my fingers as I move hem inside.
“Ooooh!” I moan quietly, in apparent excitement, reminded of the time with Twilight on her castle.
As I see the tube, I notice that it is made out of a clear rubber that is quite adamant. Yet, then I notice just how elastic it is, when stretched out.
After a few minutes of teasing, I had pulled out my fingers. Then I had picked up a medium plug and inserted it. It slipped in, just as easily. It had been offered no resistance from my rear, as firmly as I could feel myself contracting.
I had left the plug in as I searched for the largest plug I had, only to pull out the first before inserting the next. Silly me, of course it slipped in just as easily. Yet, I could feel how it was pushing back as it stays in.
This may not be my largest plug, measuring only two inches in diameter, but it does have a more pronounced head and a much narrower pinch to it. What I had not considered is the exact shape of the head.
As I slip in the third plug, just after extracting the one I had in before, I could clearly feel myself plop. That is that, I couldn’t pull it out, more than I could push it out the way I usually could. Of course, it is an effect of the lube she had magically applied in my rear orifice. I guess I could have some fun and explore it.
Once this plug had plopped, I have a choice. Either I play along, or I try to figure out how to extract it right away. I chose the former. I can worry about the problem later, rather than now.
Since the tube is on the table, I feel the plug. Every tug, twist or push. I had made a tentative tug in order to establish the situation, there is no need for more. Unless I enjoy feeling my rear stretch out; that is.
In the end, I ended up sitting down on the floor with my hooves wide apart. I had pulled them close too. Just that I had forgotten about the gel I had applied to the boots I am still wearing now.
I had promised Twilight, not to try the reins on alone, so I had left them in my saddle bags. Safely tucked away and out of reach from where I sit.
What I had not forgotten is the plug I had slipped in from behind, feeling it plop before I sat down onto the floor. Now I rest my back firmly against the wall, enjoying a moment, contemplating the time with my friend Twilight.
I place my hand on my mound, slowly teasing myself, feeling the sensations and slowly growing excited and aroused. With that the boots grew sticky before I had even realized it. Not that I had truly forgotten, just that it had slipped my mind and focus.
Now I tentatively tugged at my right and left hooves, feeling the boot and with it my hoof stretch with the effort. Not that I had put in all that much into it, but just enough to see the effect of how I feel. If it had truly turned me of it would have set me free, naturally. Interesting little detail?
My attention soon turned back towards my mound and orchid, slipping a finger along the wet rim and inside.
Once I came, the boots had firmed up. I am stuck. Maybe not such a good idea, if something happened. Yet, there as no worries here.
Only now, it is funny how exciting the situation had turned out and turned on me. Just the way my hooves now are stuck in place, and the line between the hoof and the floor had blurred out. On the other hoof, the plug I sit on holds my rear end just as firmly to the floor.
I enjoy the moment, then I lift my hands up to my chest, extending my f8ingers and tease my nibbles.
Peaking with something not too different from a squirt, but without juices flowing out onto the floor.
Slipping my hands in under myself and slipping my fingers in. I explore the elastic orifice, only to feel how it slipped out of me as my fingers had dilated my orifice enough to permit the head to escape. With that I push the plug out from under me and sit back, enjoying myself. As the afterglow is wearing off, I can see how my hooves are slipping free from the floor.
Once I have been released, I stand up and walk to my bed, where I sit and carefully slip my boots off of my hooves. From there I walk out of my room, and bounce down the flight of stairs.
I pick up a pitcher of water from the fridge and go up to my room with a glass in the other hand. Slipping the tube into the water for a minute, before I pick it up and insert it from behind. Once I pull the tube out a few minutes later my rear orifice had reverted to the old pink flesh.
Author's Note
Pinkie Pie's POV
