Prologue: Post Ponequine
I have lived with the stallion that had been my companion Ponequine in the cottage for a while. Maybe it is a few weeks, or maybe it is even a few months by now; and I think I have developed a crush on him. I have the impression, he feels the same for me.
While I can go out of the cottage on my own, to see the market or other things; but, I do not want to leave him behind. He goes out on his own, every now and then; but, he does return to me, each and every time. The very same day, after a few hours at the very most.
“Just like me, he recalls next to nothing of his former life; yet, it is obvious that he sought out Rarity in and effort to be her Ponequine, just as I had done!” I ponder.
I still do keep my saddle bags Rarity gave me; more as a memento, than for what was hidden within. Naturally, I can always use it, for the intended purpose of carrying things in it.
After about a week, at the very most; we had agreed on sharing bed, in a common bed room, instead of sleeping in separate beds and bed rooms.
“He has obviously saved his Ponequine suit and the accessories that came with it!” I ponder; “Not to deny, that I saved mine, of course!” I continue.
What the suit and accessories would actually be good for, but I could not make myself throw it away, more than he could. With that in mind; how could either of us blame the other for saving the memento of what brought us together.
While the items has no actual value; they are still valuable and important to us Maybe it is just nostalgia playing tricks upon us.
Both our Ponequione suits are in the same room; almost as if they had been reliving the shared memory, of show-casing Rarity's suits at the Carousel Boutique. Naturally, both of them are still nude, save the quilt and the bridle. We have never bothered to buy clothes for them.
I use the clothes Rarity left in my saddle bags, as does my stallion, or colt friend. We are after all sharing home and bed room now; so I can acknowledge him, to myself. Anything less would just be hypocrisy, on my part and his.
If it is a spell lingering; from the time as Rarity's Ponequine, it may ebb out and evaporate any time. If there is no such spell or enchantment, we may very well fallen in love during the time we spent together. I guess I do prefer that notion, even without proof either way.
If I had no intent of actually wearing either the accessories or the actual Ponequine suit; but I caught myself, ogling the suit, just the other day. Am I actually considering, trying on either?
An Awkward Moment, Revealed
I trot up the flight of stairs, with dreamy eyes, expecting to see my Ponequine suit. Of course the suit is still there, but so is my stallion.
“Oh, I had not expected to see you here!” I exclaim; just as I open the door, spotting him in the room.
“I was just drawn up here, to have a moment with my Ponequine suit; before we go to bed, for the night!” he responds.
“Why, oh why; did I feel exactly the same way!” I point out.
“Since we feel the same way, but what do we do now?” he inquires.
“You can't make love to, or have sex with an empty suit?” I tease, giggling at my wits.
“Okay, that was silly; and possibly mean, towards the only stallion I have ever cared about!” I ponder, involuntarily taking a step back and shiver.
“No, I guess you can't!” he responds, chucking, as if he had taken a hint, or appreciated a joke on my part.
His reaction had taken me aback; chocked, I find myself taking a step forwards in the hopes of nuzzling him.
I feel my cheeks grow hot and takes another step forwards; finding him reacting the same. One step, leading to another until we are face to face; nuzzling, just as I felt the urge to.
“You could make love to me, instead; if you like to!” I offer.
“If you are in the mood for sex, and really want to!” he responds.
“Yes, before I burn up!” I respond, almost as if I could not contain myself.
“Okay, if that is how you feel; let us have this moment to ourselves!” he proposes.
"Would you like to help me? I just had an urge, to try the suit on and see how it would feel!” I exclaim.
“I don't know; but I will do it, for you!” he responds, chucking at the proposed idea.
Of course, the Ponequie is standing on its own, even without her original support.
The Ponequine, Loved
I had managed to unzip the suit all by myself; after I had removed the quilt and taken the bridle off of the face of my Ponequine.
“If you are sure you really do want this?” he had asked, before he had helped me into the suit.
I had nodded, confirming my determination and willingness. Once I had made clear, just how much I wanted to try this; with and for him, he had helped me into the suit.
Now I do feel completely and utterly relaxed, within the confines of the suit. Naturally; I can't move as much as a single muscle, within the suit. It is, exactly the way I had expected it.
Once he had zipped me up, he put the bridle on my face and insert the bit into my mouth. While I could not have moved enough to speak or make a sound before; now I am utterly and completely incapable of making the smallest little noise.
“Here I come; I hope you will enjoy it and that it will feel as good for you, as it will for me!” he declares, before he is finally approaching me.
Within the suit, I can't move or respond to him or what he says. I had known it and been prepared for this; as much as I thought I could have been prepared.
For a moment, he stands before me, gazing into my eyes as I gaze into his; he takes a step forwards, kissing me with all the warmth of his heart and the passion he feels in the moment. I can't respond, but I am experiencing the touch and his love. He licks my lips, before he is breaking of the kiss and takes a step back.
I am following him as best I can, as he moves around me in order to end up behind me. He did not trot too far on the side; but so close I could feel the touch of the coat of his fur, brushing me on the right side.
I feel his hooves between my legs, as he makes a valiant effort in spreading my legs as best he can; with me in the suit, as a Ponequine at the moment. Once he had given up, on spreading my legs further; he turns around and lie on his back under me in order to reach the private and intimate parts of me.
After a moment, I feel his hooves brushing my nipples for a moment; before he is reaching up and presses his muzzle onto my mound. He parts his lips and his tongue is slipping out to touch the tips of the petals of my highly excited orchid. The tip of his tongue slowly and carefully slide over the petals and makes me wet. With each stroke of his tongue, I grow wetter and wetter; while he teases me and excites me to the point I want to scream.
While within the suit, I can't quite make it out; if I am actually wet or not. Yet, I do feel the sensation of my very first orgasm, quickly followed by another, harder and faster.
As he teases me to become more and more excited; I find myself more and more sensitive as I grow wet inside my suit.
I have no idea, as to exactly how long he was teasing me, but after he had eaten me inside and out, he slips out from under me. Now I realize, that I do not climax but am just as excited as when he slipped out from under me. I am still experiencing new orgasms, as if he had still been eating me.
"Oh, oh!” I exclaim inside!” Take me, give it to me!” I ponder, as if I had been screaming out my excitement and lust.
I hear him, breathing hard behind me; he stops and slip his bridle on, with the bit in his mouth. It is quiet, as I feel his advance towards me renewed from behind.
He places his fore-hooves on my rump and move forwards; his hooves slowly sliding forwards as he is advancing.
I feel his excitement, as the tip of his head pokes my rump; while he makes an effort in aiming for me. He wiggles as he makes his final approach and I feel him slip over the petals of my orchid. The next moment, I feel him slip in; entering me and pushing forwards.
I contract around him, as if on instinct. I have no control of my body; while within the suit of the Ponequine. Yet, I am still excited; feeling him and growing increasingly excited and excitable as he is pushing his advance forwards.
He holds me tight, as he makes the final push into me. I feel him sliding in, all the way into my ever tightening orchid. Once he can't push further; he pulls back in order to make a new assault. I hold him in place, preventing him from slipping out.
Now I feel him sliding in and out, in and out. I hold him tight, making him move as slow as possible. No point in haste, I can keep this up all night.
I feel him hard, large; as he continues, pushing ever further. I feel his breath, growing harder and faster in his growing excitement. I hold him in place, keeping him to his promise, for as long as I can, keeping him until he is utterly spent and exhausted.
With a wheezing heave, he collapses behind me; while I stand before him in ecstasy, unmoving and utterly motionless. I draw in breath, ready to scream, yet climax is denied me.
I hear him, as I feel him breathing behind me; catching his breath and regaining his strength. He slowly picks himself up and reaches for me from behind. He is ready, but makes due with kissing the petals of my orchid with slightly parted lips.
Now I feel his tongue, lapping at me, licking my orchid clean and dry.
He takes a step back; gazing at me with the ecstasy and love pent up from his time as Ponequine and the making of love to me.
Positions, Reversed
She had been licking me, lapping at my head, until I was ready to explode; yet, there was no orgasm or climax in sight, I just could not reach the point and climax.
I had felt the sun go down, as she had taken me into her mouth; her head bobbing back and forth, back and forth. As the son left the sky; I had gone out like a light and been swept away into the land of dreams.
Stuck at the moment of bliss, my dream continued, what she had not finished. I feel the moment of bliss the entire night. This is the first and only dream I can recall.
As I come to, she has me in her mouth; bobbing back and fourth, as if she had never stopped. It is my experience, and what I know of what had happened this night.
I feel my heart pounding; hard and fast, as she is looking into my eyes, as she had pulled back. I gaze into her eyes, as she is gazing into mine. It is the perfect moment; a memory etched into my mind, one I can never forget for as long as I lie.
“Of course, I have enjoyed this, as I am still enjoying it til the very end; but what consequences will this have for me, when everything is at an end?” I ponder, without realizing, just how strong she is holding me in her grip by offering me this one instant of bliss.
At high noon, she steps forwards, puling the bridle off of my face and takes the bit out of my mouth.
I want to scream, but my body does not respond enough; for me to voice what I feel and how my emotions towards her is calling out. I am still her Ponequine, until she is unzipping the suit and extract me from the grasp of the suit in which I am still trapped.
Once she had puled me free of the bridle; she is kissing me and licks my lips for what seems to be forever but is barely a minute.
Naturally, I am gazing into her eyes; as she is gazing into mine, giving me a sense of being connected to her. I can't break of the gaze, more than I can break the connection to her, the connection we just created.
I feel warm and as if I am melting, each and every time she is looking at me, each time I look into her eyes. I can't ignore the feeling and I can't deny what I am feeling for her.
Yet, I can't even part my lips; in order to utter the words, to express my love for her.
I feel her breaking the kiss, and see her taking a step back. She does not go far; I know it and do not threat.
As she is moving next, she is stepping forwards, placing a hoof on the zipper and pull it all the way back to the root of my tail. I feel the suit sliding off of my head and I am emerging from within the grasp of the Ponequine. I feel the suit slowly lose its grip of me as it is falling to the floor. Yet, I can not move; until she is pulling the suit clear of my hooves.
I gasp, just as the suit is finally losing its grip and I am once more myself.
She steps forwards and kisses me on my lips, licking me, licking my lips, only to throw me back to the instant of bliss; for the time the kiss is maintained.
She pulls back and slips in under me; taking the head into her mouth and contracts around me. In an instant, I am utterly relaxed, as I turn rigid; turning into the Ponequine in my mind, incapable of moving in the least. I am hers, as I am incapable of escaping her; had I tried to, but I want her to comtinue. I want to belong to her.
Now I have everything I ever wanted, I am everything I ever wanted to be. Hers. I belong to her, as she is mine. Even if there is the one thing I am yet to learn.
After a moment, she lets go and pulls back and slips out from under me. I am still relaxed, but now it is just me.
“How about breakfast, my dear? And a cup of tea?” she inquires.
“Yes, please!” I respond, as I follow her out of the room and down the flight of stairs.
