A Suit; Extended

A door opens, just a few steps before me, and a girl exit the room. I recognize her, as Confetti Explosion. Why she is stepping out, before me; I have no idea, but is assuming she will explain soon enough.

“Could you lend me a hand, please!” she merely exclaims, as she is opening the door and pulls me right in.

I find the room surprisingly bright, even if you ignore the fact that the light is out. There is but the one girl, pressed up against a wall. If her scant ensemble changes anything, but she is still wearing it; even over the suit coating and covering her body.

Naturally, I am wearing my suit, as well; I had been walking from the dressing room, just fresh into mine, as Contetti Explosion pulled me in.

I find myself drooling over her glowing horn and cast my gaze down, only to set my eyes on her glistering hooves. I gasp, not finding an escape from the embarrassment, I had just been thrust into.

“Don’t worry, she is in need of your desire and personal attention!” Confetti Explosion points out.

“Oh, she does?” I inquire.

“Oh yeas, she most certainly does. Just lift your eyes to her fave and look into her eyes?” she pronounces.

“Okay!” I mumble, as I lift my gaze up.

I gently place my hands on her waist, steadying myself as best I can, trying not making it too obvious.

“Oh! Oh!” I exhale, as my eyes lock with hers for the brief moment.

“Exactly!” the girl before me breathes.

I permit my hands to slide up the sides of her body, ending up holding on to her head. She blinks, and giggle in excitement.

“Please!” she merely exclaims.

For a moment, I consider kissing her; yet in the end, I think better of it and plant the kiss at the tip of her horn. In surprise, I find it wet and hot. I tentatively part my lips, and then just a little bit more; slowly licking the tip of her horn.

“Oh, oh!” she sigh.

“Is that indicating, what I think it means?” I ponder.

“Yes, but of course it does, silly; she is indeed enjoying it!” a voice proclaims.

Where did that voice come from? It certainly is not Rarity, since I know she is not in the room. How could she respond, to something I had not even spoken yet. Or, had I?

Hearing voices, in your head; makes you start to question, what is actually real. Yet, the initial reaction, is to please the girl before me; by licking the horn, on her head. The girl is real, and the horn is indeed on her head.

As I hold on to her head, I first lick the tip of her horn, only to find myself pushed forwards, and the horn slowly sliding further into my mouth. By the action, the girl behind me had made it impossible to merely lick the tip of her horn.

In shock, I find it enjoyable to take her slippery and wet horn into my mouth. While the horn by itself is hard and adamant, it still feels alive in my mouth. This feels like no mere toy I have ever had in my hands before. There is a vibrance within, just as I have the impression that the girl is actually enjoying what I am doing. To the point, where I could swear, she is enjoying it immensely.

Why does the slippery and wet surface make this exciting to me? How could the tapered spiral tease me into continuing? I have no idea, but I am not about to challenge or question it. Not right now. Maybe later.

If I question my actions and emotions, when I have left the scene, it can not diminish what I feel now. If I am questioning it in the hear and now, it could destroy the moment; not just for me, but also for her.

“Ooh!” escapes her lips.

Her rump still seems firmly pressed towards the wall, and I do not try to pull her anywhere. I just hold her cheeks firmly but lightly in my cupped hands, as I close my lips around her horn.

I maintain a light pressure of my lips, onto her horn; carefully not to press too hard, or to let go of her. Finding myself pressed forwards, her tapered horn slides over my lips, teasing me as the spiral moves.

As her horn is advancing, I soon realize that she is all the way in and she is slipping an inch down my throat. I do not gag, but find it more exciting than I had dared to imagine or hope for.

“Could I swallow the entire length of her?” I find myself considering, as if relishing on the challenge implied.

Could I, and do I actually want to? Why bother asking, when I could find out; right here and now, proving it to myself. I do find myself hesitant, but continues to take her into my mouth, slowly and slowing down towards the edge. I feel the horn slowly slide further and further, even if I am slowing down.

In the process, I still fail to notice what it is doing to me, my lips; as I am exposed to the magic her horn is currently putting out. It is not just in how she is contracting my lips just enough to make it comfort in how she is making it exciting for herself in the process. She is also turning my lips a tentatively soft rubber, while she is at it, facilitating the joy and excitement as well.

I do feel her horn, as it is slowly sliding down my throat; yet, which is bending more, the horn or my throat? Just as my lips were changing during and due to the exposure of her magic; I must assume, that the inner wall of my throat is too. While I am not aware or conscious of the situation; while it happens, but it is still happening.

“Why does this excite me? I feel all hot and hard!” I realize; halfway down the passage I had been lead down, by Confetti Explosion.

There is no denying the excitement, even counter to my expectations and persuasion in general. I have never performed a blow-job, and had not even considered the possibility in the first place.

Is it merely the girl before me? Is it her wet looking hooves or the brightly glowing horn on her forehead? Either way, she has me enthralled and excited enough to perform what I am currently doing. While I had momentarily realized, what I am doing; it did not stop me and I soon pushed it out of my mind, only too readily and happily.

“Oh, oh!” I sigh inwardly, with my mouth full of her horn.

It was never an actual orgasm per see, but it feels almost as if I had experienced it how she would have; just that the experience and sensations are originating from within my mouth.

“Is this how an orgasm feels, for a girl?” the blurred reflection momentarily flash through my mind.

While the experience technically should have taken place in her vagina, rather than in her mouth; and a penis, in place of the horn, yet I still imagine the experience of the sensations is the same. If I am on top, like I am; or if I am not, as in him lying on my body is of no real consequence. If my lips are in place of the petals of her orchid, how can I possibly know the difference; when I have no orchid of my own, from which to draw experiences to compare with.

As opposed to the expected orgams, that in and of itself is the climax for me; this time the orgasm is not, thus followed by another, and another at a quickening pace. Maybe the realization shocked me more, deeper; than I had been expecting, prepared for in the first place.

How should a guy react, or think about this actual experience? If I had had one orgasm before, but I certainly have not had a multiple one before. An orgasm is marking the end of the experience, the start of a cool-down I can not suspend.

What I had been served, is not what I had learned of what it is supposed to be; as opposed to the climax, this orgasm had actually served to opening up the game. An eye opener. When the first orgasm had hit, only to be followed by another; it signals something more, and something very different.

Whlie it may not make me understand her, but it still changes my perspective on my situation in the room. I am thrust headlong into a scene where I am feeling wet and very hot. If she is to blame, or if it is Confetti Explosion, who is to say? Could as easily have been a convenient coincidence, or convergence of convenient factors.

From the first orgasm, I had felt myself contract firmly around her, her horn; making me more eager and intently push the act of performing a blow-job. Even if I am taking in her horn, not a penis.

In the end, I had even managed to slide all the way. I feel the root of her horn slide in, as my lips touches her very forehead. My lips are spread taught, but I had managed it. It is an exhilarating sensation of making it. As if I had passed, conquered a challenge.

At some point, I had vaguely noticed her horn throbbing; not so much in a physical sense ,but more of a sense of light, heat and a strangely present pressure emanating from the horn. It did not bother me, but is puzzling; just that i could not permit this to bother or distract me right now, in the state I had been finding myself.

In the end, there is a bright flash of light, just before the entire room went cold and her horn started to fade and cool down. Not so much that her horn is vanishing, just that she had reached her peak and climaxed.