Entry Fee, a Lubricated Party and Excitement
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Entry Fee, a Lubricated Party and Excitement
The Deer's Prologue
Lube is a cervaine party drug brought in, by the deer. It is characterized by its industrial strength and quality of lubricating effect. After medical testing, it was used as a long-term surgical tool. Only to be spiked for recreational use on the back streets.
This drug comes in a series of different flavours; with different effects upon the intended individual, with specific usage and implied effects of desire.
There are a few less known side-effects of the drug, only seen on long-term abusers. Particularly in excessive overuse.
Into the Party
I had chosen to attend the party Pinkie Pie is throwing, this weekend. I never regretted attending her parties before; her parties is the one way certain to have a good time and fun with friends and make a few new once in the process. Who could possibly consider regretting that, and why?
Streamers and confetti, flying everywhere; balloons in the ceiling and cheers every way you go. The punch is wild and radical. When you think you had seen it all, there is a party-cannon blasting of and everything goes wild. Of course, there is always some new friend to be made and everything goes of just right.
I did meet this one new girl, a Deer by the looks of it. I could but guess Pinkie tracked her through Rarity, going by the fancy and highly stylish boots she is wearing. Though what stuck out, like a sore thumb; is the glossy lips, as if she just applied the wet-look five minutes before. Which I know, she could not have.
I could not help, but lick my lips; as I look at her and then finds myself, looking into her deep Emerald green eyes. She is one of these; fun to be around and exciting people. As if Pinkie Pie had made her, herself.
Like Rarity; she is this pure, pristine white. I imagine her wearing a tight suit, like a swim-suit; under the top and skirt. Otherwise, she is wearing exactly nothing. Beside the boots, I imagine Rarity had crafted for her.
As a Deer, her hooves does require radically different boots; compared with my equine hooves. She made me imagine myself nuzzling her on the muzzle.
I enjoy the way her ears remain perked up, in her delightful deerish manners.
A Deer Presented/i]
She opens a door, and I follow her inside. There is a stack of mattresses in the corner; as if this is where they store the mattresses.
She is pulling out a glossy, black rubber sheet and spreads it out, onto the topmost mattress.
“Oh!” I merely exclaim.
“Here, hand cream, a little for your hands?” she suggests.
“Thanks!” I respond, as I accept the offered gift.
“Could I refuse the gift, handed over to me?” I ponder: but the look in her eyes, tells me; she would not accept it.
Curiously enough, she is pulling out; what looks like an identical tube of hand cream for herself. I follow her example and spread it out into my hands and rub it in. I feel the skin of the palms of my hands grow slippery as I rub in the cream. Though it is also making the skin more elastic, as if turning it into rubber.
I find myself giggling, at the unfamiliar and unexpected sensations; noticing how she is finding it endearing and merely smiles approvingly at me and how I react.
“You could take a little more, if you like?” she suggests, as she is looking at me; “Though, this is always more fun; if you do it in private, one-on-one, as it were,! If you see what I mean!” she then adds; as if to explain something, I had not even considered yet.
“One-on-one, is that why she brought the sheet? Just for the two of us?” I ponder; winking once, twice, thrice.
With just a little bit more of the cream, I manage to spread it out over my entire hands; before I rub it in and enjoy the effect of the cream.
There is a momentarily tingle, in the palms of my hands and it is feeling slightly warmer than before. I ignore the effect, mainly because it did not last long enough; for me to put a finger on it, in order to describe what I feel and how it feels. Maybe her expression made me smooth it over, too?
Since she had already suggested it, I guess I am less than surprised to see her slip her skirt down and place it on the side of the makeshift bed. I had failed to act surprised or shocked enough, to push her back; yet, I guess she had already predicted this, before she even picked me up. Maybe the effect of the hand-cream she gave me is influencing me, even if I am not directly aware of it. Should I complain?
Just as I had been expecting; she is wearing a bathing suit, type of body and it is exciting me. The tight suit only works to emphasize her body even more, while the glossy surface highlight her in the faint light of the room.
Her suit has a certain; painted on, kind of a feel to it. Yet, it is both tighter than her skin in some places, while it looks as if it had been endowing her in some places as well. I can’t expect her chest or her mound to stay the same; had she not been wearing the suit. Of course, that is only my guess. What do I know?
After a moment of ogling her shiny body, I slip out of my skirt and panties. Of course, then I continue ogling her for a few minutes; while she is slipping the top up over her head and places it on the top of her skirt. As the top is resting on her skirt, I snap back to attention, slipping my top off of me as well.
“How do I look?” she inquires; innocently, with some excitement to her voice.
“Stunning, like an engraved invitation!” I respond.
“Judging by your expression, I think you would eat me alive!” she giggles.
“Would you accept it, if I asked?” I respond.
“If you permit me to warm up; and give you a little tour, first?” she offers.
“Please, by all means!” I respond; before I had the time to consider the consequences, of what she could be suggesting.
“Here, apply this on the petals of your orchid; since you are already liberated! But, sit down and make yourself comfortable, first!” she offers.
I sit down and accept the can of gel. Once I sit down, I open the can and extract gel with the tips of the fingers of my right hand and caress myself with the gel.
“Oh, oh!” I sigh!; as response to the sensations I receive, from the exercise.
“Feels good?” she inquires.
“Oh, yes!” I respond, nodding vigorously.
“Not too much, and take the time to work it in completely!” she is instructing me.
I continue, caressing the petals of my orchid; ascertaining myself that I had indeed managed, to do as she had asked me. This is not so much of a challenge; it feels too good, for me to complain, now.
While I renew the effort; she is extracting a lip-gloss out and applies it on my lips, generously.
“There, lie down on the bed; so I can show you, exactly how it should be done!” she points out.
“Okay!” I respond, following her final instruction.
Into the Fire, Eaten Alive
Introduction; Entry Fee
I am lying on my back, on the black rubber sheet on the pile of mattresses. I could not help myself but lick my lips.
“Maybe I should not, but I could not help myself!” I ponder.
I feel her gripping me by the ankles, before she spreads my legs; posing me up for a comfortable position.
“I hope you are comfortable with this, and what I am about to do to and for you!” she points out.
“Of course!” I respond, without a thought and no doubt in my voice.
“Good, because I am going in!” she explains.
She had let go of my ankles, before she continues forwards. She is approaching me; as I lay bare, for her.
“You could need, just a touch more of the lube!” she points out.
I feel the wet gel spreading out over my orchid; mound and petals not excluded. After a moment of caressing, she is spreading the gel inside the tightness of my orchid to about three inches. She clearly does take her time, but I do not mind; this feels too good, for me to complain.
“Oh, oh!” I sigh, as the tips of her slippery fingers slide over my now highly sensitive and sensitized flesh.
I had not been expecting to be this sensitive, not even my petals are quite this enjoyable to touch. Maybe it is; because I am not the one, to do all the touching? Or, is it in her experience in how to touch me?
It is not, as if I had never used a regular vaginal lubrication before. I like the sensation of the cool, slippery gel spreading out onto my orchid and even my nipples.
As she had applied and spread out the lubrication over the mound, petals and into the orchid itself; she had stopped and let go of me, when she is using a touch of lube on the palms of her hands. She had applied, just a touch of the lubricating lip gloss onto her lips and then some onto the tip of her tongue. While I had not seen it, where I lay; relaxed and expectant.
After a moment, I feel a pair of wet hands onto my waist; as she holds onto me. The next moment, I feel the tip of her tongue, playing over the petals of my orchid, one at the time. She is teasing me, by the bare, light touch of only the tip of her slippery and wet tongue.
Instant by instant, she is teasing me for several minutes. I gasp, just as she places the tip of her tongue between my now hard and erect petals and push forwards; plunging right into me and push in. The act had been so sudden, I could not even cry out, in shock.
She is pulling her tongue out, just as fast and sudden as she had plunged it into me; only to push back and forth several times in very rapid succession. From there, she returns to lap at the tips of my petals, one at the time; for minutes on end.
She makes the effort, to make this the ultimate introduction: not just to the lube, but also to how she is perceiving sex. I can react, on her; in only one way, enjoying the moment she is imparting me with. Though, the reaction is far deeper and long lasting; then I dare to hope, or expect.
While I do feel the effect of being wet and slippery; I fail to notice, how I am coerced into maintaining the lubrication on my own in the process. Had I been as excited, if I knew how the lubrication was coating and saturating my skin with the slippery and elastic rubber contained within the compound? The lube is still making me more sensitive and excitable than I had been expecting; while she is making the effort of building up the excitement, to go with how and what I am feeling right now.
I find myself tight, contracted more than I had expected; from just the effort of her teasing advances.
“Oh, oh!” I gasp, as the first contraction hits home.
While no actual orgasm, but this is the first sign of where she is taking me and how I am about to feel.
This, is what she is expecting me to perform, for her in a moment; once she is ready and warmed up. Can I live up, to the expectations she makes me imagine she is having?
Oooh! Oooh! I sigh, as the first actual orgasm hits me; “Oh, yes; that feels good!” I realize.
“There, I think I have her now! This girl is certainly mine!”she ponders, just as she experiences my reaction on the first orgasm.
While I remain in the pose she gave me, she continues to tease me from the inside and out, with her tongue. I am effectively domesticated and helpless, under the attention she is giving me.
I feel her hands, holding on to my waist, while she continues; just as much for the fun of it, as it is for the pleasure she is inducing within me. I have orgasm after orgasm, one harder and faster than the one before. She pushes me forwards until I peak, but does not permit this to get in the way of the joy and my pleasure. I still enjoy her effort, even if I am not growing more excited.
There is an instant, and she leaps forwards. She stops, landing two feet further and places her lips on my right nipple. I feel her placing a kiss on the tip of my nipple; before she parts her lips slightly. The tip of her tongue slipping out and she is licking the tip of the nipple for a minute; before she is pressing down and forwards. She sucks hard, as she is licking the side for my nipple. She is giving me a few tentative tugs; in order to tease me, as she is making the point.
Once she is letting go, she places her lips on my left nipple and places a kiss on the tip of the nipple. Like this, she is repeating the process; teasing me, while having her very own fun. If it is more fun or exciting, for her; I have no idea, but now I am distracted by what she teased me into feeling.
“Almost there!” she coos, as she lets go of my left nipple.
Her hands slide up, only to stop just under my armpits; firmly gripping me, before she is launching herself up towards the final destination.
As I feel the tip of her tongue slip out, my tongue stretches out in order to greet hers. A moment later, her tongue slide in, inside and slowly caress and probe inside. I gasp. Shortly later, she breaks of and push herself up; in order for me to climb out of the makeshift bed she made for just the two of us.
She licks her lips, in obvious anticipation; before she plants her lips in a delicate kiss, parting her lips just enough to be warm.
The Deer's Prologue
She had left me speechless, and out of breath for several minutes; feeling like ages, in my current state of mind. I feel a strange and unfamiliar buzzing in my head, while my orchid is so warm, I fear it will burn. Not to say that I am not warm, or rather hot.
She remains patiently quit and says nothing; waiting for me to gather myself and catch my breath.
“Had she enjoyed it? Does she actually like me?” I ponder, not sure as to what to make out of it.
I momentarily look, into her eyes; she turns and moves towards the bed, laying down comfortably. I watch er, as she is assuming the position and posture for the promised action. I am indeed looking forwards, towards what she had promised. I could but assume, she had indeed been serious and sincere in what her intentions had been and still are.
She had caught me, completely off guard inviting me, selecting me for this little moment of intimate one-on-one.
She lies on her back before me; her arms under her, as she is holding on to her elbows in a demonstrative position. I can see her knees spread to two feet apart; while her hooves firmly planted into the sheet-coated mattress-bed under herself.
I lick my lips in obvious anticipation. She is such a delight, I can barely hold myself back.
With a moment, to take a deep breath; I move slowly forwards and mount the bed. Slowly, as slow as I could possibly make myself; while I would have loved to just pounce her, like a Tiger.
After a ridiculously slow minute, feeling like an hour at the very least; I reach her and place my hands under her thighs in a comfortable grip. Now I pull myself in, the last few inches and part my lips, in order for my tongue to slip out just enough, for me to lick her.
I place the tip of my tongue, just as she demonstrated; licking the petals, one at the time. Slow and warm; breathing steaming hot air onto her mound. I feel the juicy nectar just under my tongue.
For some reason, the juices just refuses to smear. I lap at her, for as long as I can; before my tongue threatens to cramp up, on me. Now I make the move and make the plunge, just as she taught me, before I mounted her. Just making my best, to imitate her action. I feel her slowly contracting around me, as I am stretching as far as I could manage.
Of course, there is the orgasm. Once, twice and thrice. Harder and faster with each consecutive occurrence. She is enjoying my efforts; that much is clear, at least she is not faking it for me. I may not be the expert, but I had my fair share on orgasms just a moment before. I think I could use this experience as a measure.
Since she told me, to lap at the petals of her orchid; this is exactly what I do, even after I had made her experience the first orgasm. A girl could have multiple, but this many?
After a moment, I continue, just for good measure; enjoying it, as I eat her up. If she peaked or not; but I still do continue. In the end, I move on and place my lips over the orchid. I plunge my tongue into her, just as she had done to me. Now I continue, licking inside the orchid.
“I hope they are not missing me, on the party! Though I know, Pinkie Pie will understand!” I ponder.
“I had heard, it was feeling good; to be eaten; I just never realized, it could feel good to be the one eating the girl!” I ponder.
If only I had tried it before; experienced this, in order to enjoy what I am experiencing now.
While I am not recalling how she did, so I just make my best in replicating the spirit of her act. In the end, I have to pull out and pull back.
I move my hands forwards, along the sides of her body, just as she had done. Sliding my hands over the skin of her feels good. At least, it does to me; in the state, in which I had found myself. Had she made me do this, or had I asked her to let me? I am warm, hot and steaming.
I place my lips on the tip of her right nipple, kissing her. The tip of my tongue slip out and lick the nipple, before I push forwards, feeling the entire nipple slip into my mouth. I keep licking the nipple for a good long while. I only stop to give her a tentative tug, every once in a while. The tease only excites me even more.
When I finally do let go of the right nipple, I do so in the final tug; making a special point out of letting go, as I hear the squeak from her nipple as it is bouncing back. I could but hope, she was enjoying it as much, as I had hoped. As much, as I had enjoyed doing it to her. I had enjoyed this, just a bit more than I had been expecting, more than I had been ready to commit to.
I repeat the process, teasing the left nipple, as I had teased her right nipple. If she had not liked it, would she stop me, even at the chance of ruining the mood for herself or me? She made no sign, to the point of not liking what I am doing to and with her. Of course, I had tried to follow her example, in the spirit she demonstrated this game to me in the first place.
I make the final push, forwards; placing my slightly parted lips on her hot, slippery and wet lips. Her lips part, as my tongue slip in inside. I find the tip of her tongue meeting up with mine. Just as she had done before. She has a somewhat peculiar style of kissing; but I guess, I could enjoy it with her.
She is wet and hot; in a way I had no experience of, from anywhere. Maybe, I enjoy to explore her; just for the sake of the game, of the exploration. Yet, she is driving me on, pushing me forwards; it is not in her saying anything or making me do anything I did not want to do. It is just how she is inspiring me to push for what she is.
My hands slide back down along the sides of her body. I enjoy feeling her skin slide under the palms of my hands. I feel brave and I am too excited to consider. I just make the once final push, in order to prolong my moment with her. I feel my hands slide over the plump orbs that is her rump. I push forwards, heedless and recklessly enjoying this one and final act.
I manage to reach all the way. I feel the crack between the orbs of her rump. In surprise, I feel my fingers slide inside. As if she merely forgotten to instruct me. Maybe she merely held back, in fear I was not into it or her?
Just as expected, she is slippery and wet. She is always slippery and wet. She is also incredibly firm and tight; yet elastic in a way that is teasing me. I pull my hands apart, just to see if I could. Not too far, just an inch or two.
She does not react, directly; though I feel her breath grow hot and quicken, as my fingers spread her open and make her feel vulnerable. I had opened her up to me, on a level she had not dared to ask of me. Maybe she would have, later. Maybe, she had not even realized it herself?
Eventually, my fingers slide out, and I am breaking of the kiss; before I pull back and slide back down and dismount her entirely.
I am breathing hard and fast, almost in gasps. I hear her breath, as I see her chest raise and fall with her breathing. She is looking up at me, but she is just as warm as she had as I met her. Maybe, just maybe; just a bit more caring than I had been expected or dared to hope for.
She is closing her eyes.
“You, you found me out!” she exclaims.
“You opened me up, made me yours!” she then continues, after a few more gasping breaths.
She is remaining quiet, still; breathing hard.
“At least, I had not broken her or what I thought we had! She is not mad at me or disappointed!” I ponder.
Just as expected, she is slippery and wet. She is always slippery and wet. She is also incredibly firm and tight; yet elastic in a way that is teasing me. I pull my hands apart, just to see if I could. Not too far, just an inch or two.
She does not react, directly; though I feel her breath grow hot and quicken, as my fingers spread her open and make her feel vulnerable. I had opened her up to me, on a level she had not dared to ask of me. Maybe she would have, later. Maybe, she had not even realized it herself?
Eventually, my fingers slide out, and I am breaking of the kiss; before I pull back and slide back down and dismount her entirely.
I am breathing hard and fast, almost in gasps. I hear her breath, as I see her chest raise and fall with her breathing. She is looking up at me, but she is just as warm as she had as I met her. Maybe, just maybe; just a bit more caring than I had been expected or dared to hope for.
She is closing her eyes.
“You, you found me out!” she exclaims.
“You opened me up, made me yours!” she then continues, after a few more gasping breaths.
She is remaining quiet, still; breathing hard.
“At least, I had not broken her or what I thought we had! She is not mad at me or disappointed!” I ponder.
Just watching her in the quiet between the moments.
“Should I press my advantage and take the chance?” I ponder; I was inspired, going by how I felt, you enjoy the plunge! Is this a correct interpretation, of my experience?” I breath.
“Yes, but I had never dreamed one like you; to be this brave, and make it right!” she responds, nodding approvingly.
“Maybe, I should take the chance; to see if this can actually work?” I ponder, before I make up my mind.
While she tries to catch her breath., I pick up my hand-cream and extract more, spreading it out and working it into the palms of my hands. Then I apply the gel to the tips of my fingers and work it in; once more, enjoying the intimate sensation of the experience.
I put the can back, before I move back to the Deer before me. She is looking up at me, excited and with wild eyes. I step forwards and slide up onto the sheet under her, placing my hands on the sides of her waist. I feel my hands slide down over her rump; all the way down to the crack. I make the push and am rewarded, as I feel my fingers sliding in, inside her. I spread my fingers a bit, before I open her up once more, feeling her dilate under the pressure of my slippery fingers. She gasp, grows rigid and her heart rate spike. There, just as I dare to push an inch further I feel her climax.
Had she not used the lubrication, she would still have been wet, now squirting me with her sweet nectar.
Another gasp and she is opening her eyes. Her eyelids fluttering for an entire, full minute as she is regaining composure.
I had incidentally prevented her climax and left her at the peak.
The Deer's Promise
”You have no idea, just what a rush that was! The intensity, of it all!” she points out, after several minutes of quiet.
This experience had taken her pretty hard, leaving her breathless and gasping for air. She may have enjoyed it, but it had been taxing on her body.
“For some reason, I am not sure; if I dare letting you go, I enjoyed you far too much!” she admits.
“It did feel good, I’ll readily admit! While I will have to wait, before I can catch my breath; enough to brave this with you again!” I respond, giggling in excitement.
“Then, you do not leave me behind; as a one-night stand, forgetting me?” she inquire.
“I certainly could not forget you, not after this moment together. Before, maybe; but now, never!” I respond-
“If you enjoyed it, maybe we could explore where this could take us?” I inquire, with the hope she would actually want to see me again, so I could explore, what she had offered me.
“Yes, we could! We can have more fun and excitement, together!” she points out.
“I would very much love that!” I agree.
“Is that a date? Because, I would hate to lose you, now after everything!” she points out.
“I guess, it is! Even if I think, it would be unwise of you, to experience this right now; after what I just saw!” I suggest.
“More excitement, than I had been expecting; more than I could have been prepared for, considering how I don’t know you that well!” she admits.
“There is still plenty of punch, and more to eat than you could wish for! Pinkie Pie does not leave a party, lacking!” I offer.
“I guess I could use something, like that!” she responds.
She opens the door, and I follow her out and back into the party. Just as I had been expecting, the party is still going on as if nothing had happened. Pinkie Pie plays for keeps; she does not leave a party half cooked, or undersupplied. None is expected to leave, within the first few hours, no exception accepted.