Spike's Harem

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Strangely enough, I am not sore; from the day before, with all the fun and excitement he provided me with. Maybe I never truly had a real orgasm before, but this much should have left me dry and soar down there.

Not only am I not sore or in pain; I am wet and excitable as ever. As a matter of fact, I am soaring on the winds of the day before.

“Will he be back today?” I ponder.

At least, my breakfast is served; the apple, the carrot and even the water had been slipped into my room. After a night’s sleep, I am enjoying my breakfast contently. After the day before, I am enjoying the day, happily. Why shouldn’t I?

I should have been indignant, by the manner in which my breakfast is being served. I should be, but I just can’t bring myself to bother being upset, right now. Maybe it is in the effect of the afterglow, from all the fun and excitement I had just been served the other day? Or; does it have anything to do with that cherry, he gave me? I have no idea; and I am not about to start asking these questions, right now.

Asking questions, usually just brought me into a bad mood. I do not want to be, in a bad mood now; or ever, for that matter. I like how it feels right now, and how I feel. I enjoy to be wet and wild, even if I never had the chance to explore it; at least, not anywhere near this extent. Besides, I used to be sore and in pain; the day after these bouts.

“Sniff, sniff!”

“Is that the excitement, he sensed?” I ponder, based on the strange and alluring scent I pick up.

Of course, I am wet; I have sensed the scent of that before, but it never felt quite like this. Could it have anything to do with these tubes, he asked me to insert? He asked me to insert them; because he knew what it would do to me, and how it would make me feel. At least, I imagine he knew it.

“If only I could reach, down there?” I ponder.

I just giggle at the mere thought.

“I never was the contortionist, I suck at anything that has to do with agility!” I ponder; knowing it all too well, through a few too many failures in my past.

Distracted, I chew slower than I use to. I know it, but can do nothing about it. I am definitely wet and there is a distinct scent of excitement on the air, I just can’t shake. As if I wanted to shake it? It is my excitement, there is no escaping it.

I end up swallowing the last of the water from my pet’s bowl. Once the meal is had, I look around for a moment, before I push up the door. There is nothing out there, but space; just as there is no pony, out there.

“Empty, and he is gone!” I ponder; as I realize the stallion who served me is nowhere to be found.

I move from door to door, sniffing for a moment; before I move on to the next door, sniffing again and again. No pony to be seen. Only now, each of these doors had apparently been locked. I am denied access, to whatever is behind these doors.

I choose to assume there is nothing, and that each of these rooms are empty and abandoned. Just as they were, when I came here on the first day as I was completely lost and thus abandoned. Abandoned by every pony and everything.

“At least, I have him; he serves me three meals, each and every day!” I ponder.

The distance between each door, to the next is merely eight feet; not very much, but these are little more than wardrobes. The rooms barely contain a single petite mare inside.

Door by door, I continue down the entire length of the hall. There is nothing, but an empty hall; lined by doors, locked and uninteresting. I stop, as I reach the end of the hall.

“Nothing!” I ponder.

“There is nothing and I am in need of distraction!” I realize.

“Maybe, just maybe!” I continue, turning around and trot down the entire length of the hall in a single uninterrupted go.

“No!” I exclaim; as I turn around, before I gallop all the way down the hall once more.

My mouth is slippery; just as it had been the entire day before.

“Slippery, like..” I ponder, never to finish the train of thought.

I had reached the end of the hall and stop, abruptly. Or, I would have galloped straight into the closed steel door before me.

“There is always a stainless steel door at the end of the hall!” I ponder, as I turn around.

Where did all this energy come from? But, I had just had a full night’s sleep and a delicious breakfast. Strange; I can’t recall, enjoying a breakfast before. Most certainly, not like this.

Once I had managed to stop, and turn around; I gallop down the hall, all the way down to the other door. There is always a door, at the end; I can not shake it, and I can not escape it. Of course, at least this hall is along enough for an actual gallop.

"A hall long enough for a gallop; indoors, and downstairs?” I ponder.

“Where in all of Equestria, am I?” I exclaim.

“Unless, of course; I had been moved, during the night as I was sleeping?” I ponder.

I end up; doing the most stupid, and the most foolhardy I can recall I had ever done. I do not stop, and I do not slow down; I reach up for the door and brace myself for the impact, continuing up and around in a very daring stunt.

Strangely enough, it actually works; I find myself galloping back along the hall. Even if I am in fact upside down and under the ceiling.

“Now, that is odd!” I ponder.

Once the realization is sinking in, I know I can’t stop now; I continue and repeat the trick in order to find myself on the floor. I do not stop, until I had reached the middle of the hall. In part, due to galloping so fast; scared of falling down from the ceiling. I had found the experience a bit more exhilarating; than I had dared to hope for, and a bit more than I could possibly have been prepared for.

“Am I still in Ponyville, or is this one of these strange nightmares I have been hearing of?” I ponder.

I end up, trotting back to the door to my room. I slip in and lay down on the cushion once I had mounted it.

“Or, him!” I ponder, just for the heck of it.

“Now, how could that possibly feel?” I ponder.

I had had my excitement for the day, content in lying prone on my cushion and hear it squeak under the weight of my body. Maybe I would dare, to exercise in the hall again, but I can wait.

I hear the door open and he slips into the room.

“If you have had your excitement?” he puts forth.

“Yes!” I breathe.

“Good! Because I have a trick or two, I will teach you!” he points out.

He helps me, spreading my legs to his liking.

Now, if you press down your right hind hoof; firmly!” he points out, instructing me.

I follow his instruction, as best I can. Maybe I overdo it, I do not know.

“Now, your left hind hoof!” he continues, and I do as he is telling me.

He steps out before me and presents me with my apple.

“I hope it is juicy!” he merely suggests, and I chew.

As I finish, he is presenting me with the carrot.

“Chew!” he suggests and I follow the suggested instruction.

“Could you wiggle for me?” he inquires, and I do my best to please him.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak!” I hear the cushion, under my belly.

“Excellent, just excellent!” he exclaims; You did well, you did not fall off of your cushion!” he continues.

“No, why would I do that?” I inquire.

“Because you lost your ballance?” he is teasing me.

He walks around me and bends over, examining my hooves still firmly pressed down onto the floor, where he had instructed me to. Once he had confirmed, what he was looking for; he raises to his feet and walk back to me, now presenting me with the water. I enjoy finishing my meal, even when he is looking. Maybe, I should not have?

Without a word, he picks up the bowls in a neat stack and walk out of my room; barely affording me the effort of kicking the door close behind himself, as he leaves.

“Oh!” I exclaim, heard by exactly none.

First now, I realize what it is he had instructed me to do. My hooves do not leave the floor, no matter how much I strain myself to pull either of them free from the floor under me.

I am rewarded, with a new set of squeaks, for each failed attempt to pull free, while the hoof remains firmly in place. As if I had done exactly nothing.

I could scream in frustration, but what is the use? He will not hear me, and I will be hoarse all over again. For no good reason. If he by any chance did hear me, what good would that do me? Will he even bother serving me my last meal of the day?

I shudder.

“What if he abandons me?” I ponder.

Several hours later, there is the sound of squeaks as he is walking down the hall. He opens the door and presents me with my meal; the apple, the carrot and the water. I chew and swallow. I do not wish to disappoint him. Besides, I am hungry.

He carries the bowls out, just as he had done before and I am once more alone., Nothing to do. I could wiggle and listen to the squeaks. I could try to pull my hooves free, but to no avail. Or, I could scream until I grow hoarse, but why bother?

I would much rather picture him coming back to me. Him feeding me. Or, if he chose to release me and my hooves from the floor.

In the end, I fall asleep, only to be caught by a strange dream. I am caught up, in strange dreams, all night.