Pony Addiction

I'm not normally one to go on about sheets, but these were really nice sheets. A nice heavy texture you could really feel under your finger tips.

Like some kind of linen. I wonder what it's called.

Probably linen sheets.

Oh.

Anyway the bed was luxurious.

A closed door to the world, well insulated walls around me and a solid darkness about me. I felt safe and secure. The only reason I was awake was because I was tenaciously clinging to partial consciousness so that I could enjoy this experience.

That and my slowly filling bladder.

I hastily donned my pants and a pair of slippers before making my way down the hallway to the public bathroom.

It was clean. No water or anything else on the floor.

“Hi,” a winged purple pony quietly greeted me as I left the bathroom.

“Hey...” this was interesting, “I'm not planning on running away under cover of darkness or anything.” I stuffed my hands in my pockets. Kind of pointless when I was half naked, but I wanted to reassure her.

“Oh, right, of course. Good to know.” She admitted. Her exact expression hidden behind the gas mask.

“That's not what your here to see.”

“Not really,” a silky soft ear flipped back nervously.

“You staked out the bathroom and waited for someone to come by?” I combed my hair back in a frantic effort to straighten it. This pony reminded me of me in my more love lorn moments.

“It's not like that...”

“It must have been a long wait.”

“No, not that long a wait really.”

“Still I admire your dedication to the stalking craft. I imagine it doesn't come naturally to a herbivore.”

“I always was a fast learner.”

“This kind of conversation is a lot easier when you know where it's going isn't it?”

“And where is this conversation going?” She had to be smiling under that mask.

“Well if I recall correctly, this is the part...” I was really going to do this wasn't I? I was really going to finish this sentence?

“'This is the part...' what?”

“This is the part where you ask me to join you on a walk to a private spot so we can spend some time together.”

“How about we just hang out together at your room. Do a little sniffing.”

“I see. I suppose I don't see any harm in going along with such an innocent notion.” Sniffing didn't sound like a sexual euphemism.

She turned and gave me a whip with her tail before walking off down the hallway.

It was just hair. No burning magical lust, no searing passion. Just a playful lash of hair tickling across my chest. It smelled nice enough sure, but not like the alley. The crazy pheromone cascade wasn't active.

This was honest, I was still me and she was still her, she was playing me fairly.

I followed.

You were raped just a few hours ago. You're probably still traumatized and not thinking clearly.

Maybe it wasn't that bad of a rape. Maybe I needed something to wash the taste of it out of my mouth.

Well she didn't exactly look sexy per say. I'd never been especially interested in a hoofed quadruped before. The glimpse I sneaked behind her swishing tail showed anatomy that while vaguely analogous was fundamentally different from my experience.

She looked healthy and feminine. The conversation and flirting had been pretty hot. She was interested in me. Her backside was moving in an entirely pleasing manner.

The clip-clop of her hooves as she walked down the hallway oddly reminded me of the clip-clop of high heels.

Nothing about her actually turned me off and a few things attracted me.

All checks cleared, we are green light for go.

“Call me John,” I hastened my step till I was side by side with her.

“Call me Candy.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Like wise.”

“I'm kind of new. I assume this isn't entirely new for you, though? Sweeping down and snatching stray humans?”

“Oh, not entirely. I had a human girl stumble into me on a busy street once. That was almost a year ago now. No pony knew anything about how it worked back then, so it wasn't that hard to cover up the incident.”

“You had to cover it up?”

“They never would have let me work nights here if they new I'd already tried human.” She quirked back an an ear as a thought occurred to her. “You said you were new. You have any pony experience?”

“Yeah...” I was suddenly at a loss as I perused a lengthy list of possible half truths.

“How much?”

“I found out what happens when a pony touches you.”

“We won't be going that far.”

“Ah,” I was admitted to myself I was modestly disappointed. Her ears called out to me.

I opened the door to my room and welcomed her in.

“Okay, now you just sit on the bed and I'll sit over here,” she instructed as she came in the room.

We settled into our spots. We were sitting in opposite corners of the room as far as possible from each other.

“Now I just need you to focus on sitting there and not doing anything. Let me know if you hit a point were you don't think you can keep sitting.”

I smiled. I was a champion at not doing stuff.

“And now I just take of my mask...” She slid the strap over the back of her head and let the thing fall to the cushion.

The effect on her was significant and immediate. Her wings relaxed and partially opened, she took on a goofy smile and bit of a blush. She sighed in bliss.

She gave me a pleasant smile that was slightly out of place. A kind of smile best reserved for a dear and precious friend.

A moment latter my blood was running warmer. I smiled back at her with the same smile. Just two friends hanging out enjoying each others company.

Apparently there was a delay as scent travelled back and forth in the confined space of the room.

Slowly, easily, wonderfully the experience grew. We moved onto crushing on each other and then past that to gazing at each other like love struck idiots.

I constructed a perfectly revoltingly sweet list of Candy's many glorious features.

A glorious eternity latter she slid her gas mask back into place.

She opened the door, “We'll have to do this again sometime.”

“I'm afraid that isn't going to happen,” explained the armoured guard in the hallway. “I'm going to need you to come with me.”

The door closed and I was left alone in the dark.