Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

A Shy Visitor: 2

I had closed the door behind me and prepared myself, for what is before me. The tube and plug of the panties are both lubed up, and I have had a test, licking them; before I had finally slipped the rubber panties on.

My panties are skin tone; which means that it is the same pink hue as my hips are, but a shiny, to glistering lustre, rather than the mate of my skin. It is as much as I had hoped to have time for, and all the preparations I had expected to need.

There is a shy knock on the door and I hastily open the door and pull my friend into the room, before I quietly kick the door shut behind me.

“Hiya, Pinkie. I came as fast as I could. On that note, Angel helped me to go on the time we agreed upon!” she prompted; with growing anxiety, in both her voice and all over her face; as it started to grow dark outside.

“Hiya, Flutters, you are right on time. Let us get cozy and warm up with a cup of hot tea, before we get to the point!” I responded; firing of one of my warmest smiles, with confidence.

“Oh, okay; Pinkie, a cup of tea could be nice. Maybe you could soothe my nerves enough; before you explain, what you had in mind?” she prompted.

“The water will be hot in a minute or two; just enough time for you to sit down, while I get everything in place!” I responded, with the smile firmly in place.

Pinkie Pie picked out a pair of cups, spoons and a bowl of sugar with a tiny silver spoon in, with which to measure up the sugar for the tea with; before she placed them before us and the sugar in the middle of the table.

Once the water is boiling, she pours it through the filter and right into the kettle. From there, she walks over to the table and fills up both the cups and places the kettle by the sugar.

“If you take it with sugar, help yourself; and anything else I need to pick up for you?” I pointed out.

“No, it is fine!” she responded; as I filled up my cup with several spoons of sugar, in preparation for what I had before me.

“Okeley, dokeley; let me hear more of the details, before we get going!” I prompted.

“I wake up in the middle of the night with a stabbing pain, and the bed is soaked with blood; I am sick and tired of it. Each moon, it is hitting me for three consecutive nights. The pain and the blood loss alone is practically killing me!” she explained.

“A strange coincidence to have your cycle tied in to the lunar cycle, but it isn’t unheard of; yet I take if you are particularly severely hit by this phenomenon, from what you are telling me!” I responded.

“I usually had a fairly easy period before, but it changed suddenly on a full Moon; after which it has stayed this severe and painful, never leaving the lunar cycle!” she explained.

“The first thing I need to do, is to break you out of your hard shell of shyness; then I need you to experience a full on orgasm, at the very least, or as many as I can muster in the time you have before you!” I prompted.

“The shyness has always been with me, like an abusive companion; I haven’t really dared to approach any Stallion, out of fear of rejection and abuse!” she responded.

“Since you trust me, just like every Pony else does; maybe I could help you breaking that horrid ice, and permit you to actually feel something other than fear?” I pointed out.

“I guess I have simply seen you being right, when you should have been wrong; defying all logic and reason; how could I not trust you! I guess the products you handed me, was an indication as to where you were going? I was embarrassed; by just how exciting it was, and how the mere thought excited me!” she pointed out, blushing all over again.

“Time to hit that proverbial hay!” I declared, as I finished my cup of tea.

“Oh, okay; but where is your hay?” she inquired.

“If you come right over to me, and I will get you started!” I prompted, pushing my chair out from the table in order to give her the room she would need.

“Oh, okay?” she whispered; as she walked around the table, to where I am sitting.

“If you start, by bending over? Then lick the head of my yello!” I instructed her.

“Oh, okay?” she whispered as response; while bending over and tried to lick the hard, pink rubber.

As luck had it; she had managed to give me a lick or two, before she pushed forwards enough for her lips to slip down over the head; plopping before she actually had had the time to realize what was happening, in the first place.

Naturally, she had felt her lips instinctively contract on contact. The reaction is instantaneous and absolute with no chance for her to control the reaction at all. Once her lips had slipped past the head, there is no way she could pull back and drop out. She is stuck, pure and simple.

As she tried to pull back, her lips was contracting around my head; which insistently refused to permit her to slip off of me. When it hit home, she blushed in embarrassment and initial panic. Yet, the sensation of her slippery, elastic, rubbery lips over the ribs along the length of the shaft was teasing and exciting her; bringing up a counter point reaction to make her like to stay. With each time she pushed forwards and tentatively tried to pull back; the effect mounted towards excitement, which merely embarrassed her even further. Apparently; she had not been prepared for what I had in mind, or how I had intended to launch her; to where I knew she had to go.

With my right hand on the back of her neck, I pushed her all the way down, slowly; making the head push further and beyond, down her throat; eliciting further sensations for her. I noted how her eyes went wide as she felt the head slip down her throat, but unable to react, let alone say a word in protest.

“If you just hold on to my thighs, you will find it much more comfortable!” I instructed her confidently.

As she complied with the word; I could feel how she slowly calmed down and grew more confident, as she continued bobbing up and down.

I place my left hand on her plump butt and move it towards the valley and feel my index finger slide into the orifice from behind. Just in order to tease her for a minute or so, I keep the finger just inside and rub the squeeze.

“I think it is time to withdraw to the back room. If you could just pull up?” I instructed her.

She responded and started to pull back; but as hard as she may try, there still is no way around the initial dilemma; she couldn’t pull her lips over the head. As I see where she stopped, I place my hands on her cheeks and slip my index and middle fingers from my right and left hand respectively in, between her lips and into her mouth. By doing so, I managed to bypass her instinct to contract around me, and she managed to pull free.