Author's Note

Lime Twister's POV

A Letter to a Dear Sister: 2

“I would love to write a letter to my sister, but as a Pony I can’t even hold the pen. Maybe you could help me out, with that?” I had asked.

“You need to write the letter, in order for them to recognize your handwriting. I am afraid I can’t write it for you, but I could try to help you to be able to write it!” she responded.

“Would you really do that for me?” I inquired.

“Sure, after you have been so good to me and permitted me to live in your home, with you. Why not?” she responded.

I had trotted out onto the floor; now standing in the middle of the room, as she is walking up towards me. I eagerly follow her with my eyes, as she continues to walk closer and closer; seeing her even as she is always behind me; which is eerie all by itself, when I think of it, I never could see anything this far up behind me.

She is now standing behind me, placing both her hands on my neck; searching for the one elusive item that would permit me to write that one letter. The only problem is that I do not want out of her; I am the Pony I wanted to be all along, even if I never knew of it; before she showed me the light.

As she finally did find the zipper under the ruff of my mane, she carefully pulled it down slowly as to not cause me any pain or discomfort. She had prompted me to write the letter myself, in part due to the legitimate issue of authenticity; which could never have been proven unless I had actually been writing the letter myself. She needs to see my handwriting clearly in the letter, without any distortions in any way.

Strangely enough, I feel her fingers as she pinch down hard in order to pull the zipper along the length of my spine; feeling how the fabric split open in order to reveal the hidden and original, true body I had once been born with is strange. She is in a manner revealing just how deeply I had been engaging the suit in the original act; which is causing me to sink deeper into the new Equine persona, than I had even been capable to realize.

Only once she had managed to pull the zipper all the way down; did she slip in her right and left hands in order to pull me out of what I had grown used to, and am now referring to as my body. Bit by bit, she is slowly retrieving me from the rubbery flesh of the Pony I was identifying with. I desire to return as fast as I could, it is what I feel at this point. If the immersion could be reversed, is something I do not care about right now; even if I know I have to write the letter.

“Do you have to pull out the rest of me, for me to write the letter to my sister?” I inquired; as she had managed to extract both my head, and my right and left arms.

“If you can write an authentic letter, I guess I could make due!” she responded; not revealing the depth of the relief she is feeling, knowing I wanted to go back to being the Equine I had already become.

With the pen in hand; I slowly scribble down letter by letter, spelling out the words; thus urging my sister to visit me. I would promise her a few exciting moments and tell her that there are a few things I need to explain, but only once she is by my cottage.

Trixie had read the short letter and felt quite confident in the message I had delivered. She had sealed the envelope and placed the stamp on the freshly addressed envelope as well. With that, she had left for the nearest mailbox.

When she came back, just a few minutes later; she soon turned to fulfill her promise and helped me to return to the state of Equinity, I so deeply desired.

“Thank you, Trixie. I hope she will understand what I was trying to tell her!” I prompted, once she had sealed the zipper tight.

“You are quite welcome, my dear Lime Twister; and I feel quite secure in her curiosity!” she responded.

“I know and understand that I had to write the letter myself, but this has caused me to feel a bit disjointed!” I expressed, in a more worried tone of voice.

“I think I have an idea. This shouldn’t be anything we can’t address, right now. Yet, I feel it would be more comfortable, if we do it in your bed room!” she pointed out.

“Oh, okay!” I responded, with a weak hint of a new smile on my muzzle as I followed her into the privacy of the more secluded room.

She carefully closed the door behind us and pointed at the bed. I followed her example and climbed up, before I turned around. Once on my back, she soon followed me up on the bed.

I could both see and feel her placing her hands firmly on my body, just about where my waist had been; when I was the Human girl.

Her hands are holding on firmly, reassuring me of her eager desire; as she bent forwards and placed her head over my mound, before she started to lick the petals on the top of my mound. Her actions made me feel wet.

“This feels good. You think you could make me come, even after the ordeal of writing the letter to my sister? It is quite a pain to be outside my body like this, even for a very short period of time!” I prompted, eagerly and with some growing hope to my voice.

“Since you already are wet; I feel quite certain, that you will be coming shortly; then I will make you keep coming!” she promised.

“Oh, Ooh! Ooooh!” I moaned in response, as I felt my first orgasm of the day.

“There, now I just need to stay on target!” she explained; before returning to the task at hand, keeping me coming for as long as she was able.

With each and every time, I feel her tongue slide over the wet petals. I am moaning, as she is pushing me ever further. Of course, it had been as she was promising me a moment before; with the mounting excitement, the rift created by writing the letter soon started to heal. Moment by moment, the pain subsided and I slowly forgot the entire event as if it had never happened. Yet, I do recall writing and posting the letter to my sister, hoping she is coming soon.

I feel hot and soaking. She certainly did know how to push my buttons just right. coming is wonderful, and I don’t want to stop. Apparently, she had no intention to stop any time soon, and I am not about to let her either.

What I had not realized, is that the zipper is starting to revert as she is working me over. Section by section; the zipper is growing over. Just one segment at the time, with each orgasm, but the process had been initiated, with the consequences that are coming with it. After about half the zipper had disappeared completely; I would be stuck as the Pony I am, as if it was a problem to be worried about.

I am enjoying myself far too much to be worried about the Human body I had been born with, and everything I am about to leave behind as it is no longer a part of who I am. Besides, I love Trixie far too deeply to stop, what I had started with her as my guide.