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Ms. May Sly's POV

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  Gift, for the June-Bug

The June-Bug Consort: 4

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Room Service

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Lotus had just helped me, slipping out of the nighttime suit I had been wearing; then assisted me, in slipping into my daytime suit with Rarity at her side.

I had woken up with hooves, in place of hands and feet. Curious. My sister June had chosen these stockings and gloves, but I can’t complain now; I had after all chosen to put the garments on, side by side with her.

With Rarity’s help: I am now wearing a glossy, black knee-long pencil-skirt; I am finding surprisingly comfortable. She had also helped me slipping into the matching blouse-jacket; making it a complete outfit I can go out in, proudly.

Rarity gave me electric metallic blue lips to go with my metallic bloody red lips. Curious, but I had assumed she knew these things. If my lips are metallic bloody red, hers are electric metallic blue; if my eye-shadows are electric metallic blue, hers are metallic bloody red. We had been made into the matching pair, swapping the colours between lips and eye-shadows. Curious.

I had used the plaque the day before, just as I had seen Lotus and Rarity using it today; but I can use the plaque by myself, even with these hooves. I had not been locked out, or in; this is why we have the plaque, controlling everything, in the suite in the first place. Even if I, myself does not know of it, or the reasoning behind the choice.

While changing clothes is a bit tricky on me, right now; but I had Rarity helping me out, with this. Just as she had helped me, presenting me with the breakfast buffet.

I place the frog of my right fore-hoof onto the plaque, mentally spreading the fingers I had the other day; the door is sliding up, as if I had spread physical fingers. I step out of the room, with Rarity in tow.

As I had stepped up to the room, to my sister June’s room; I am walking into the room, seeing her standing with her fore-hooves on the door to her wardrobe.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop.” is heard, as I am walking over the floor, approaching my sister.

She looks up, turning her head towards me; her mouth closed, her lips tightly pressed together. Even if, it seems as if she is straining to part her lips, opening her mouth.

“Kiss her..” Rarity suggests; “I am certain, she will love it!” she explains.

She is looking up at me, with her head lowered submissively; looking up at me, expectantly with hope and excitement shining in her eyes.

I smile at her, she smiles back; recognizing me, and Rarity behind me. Of course.

“She would?” I ponder, hesitantly; “but she does look quite hot, where she is standing; I would have to admit!” I mouth, in response.

“Yes, she does indeed..”Rarity offers; “wouldn’t you say?” she then coos.

“She is my sister..” I ponder; “but, I guess I should take your suggestion..” I concede.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I trot over to my sister; where she is standing, waiting for me.

Rarity is quiet, while she is observing my progress; as I trot over to my sister, June.

I had to walk around her, just as I had to slip in under her right or left arm; or is that her fore-legs, in her current form? I do not quite know, but refuse to let this confusion get in the way.

In her current form, I do find her very hot; I can not help myself, it is just how I feel about what I see before me.

“June, my little June-Bug..” I mouth.

I had intended to place my hands on her hips or waist, but I have no hands; so I end up placing my fore-hooves on her waist, as I continue approaching her as I am. She looks at me, with big eyes; winking: once, twice, thrice; as she is looking at me.

It is, as if she tries to say something, her mouth is incapable of conveying, in her current situation I take it, as confirmation.

After a moment, I gently place my lips on hers, parting my lips onto to find my tongue slipping out. In surprise, I feel my tongue sneaking in between her now slightly parted lips. My tongue, now lolling in and out, in and out, in and out; on its way, as it slowly moves into her still tightly contracted mouth.

She can do nothing. Let alone voice a protest. She is just looking into my eyes, as if she had been about to drown in the depth of my eyes right then and there.

It is strange; even if I had known it is my sister June; but what I see and feel under my hooves, as well as the lips I feel pressed against mine, is just the excitement she offers me.

I can not stop myself, and she is not asking me to. I press on. My tongue, lolling in and out.

It just feels so good, so right.

She is wet, something I had realized the moment the tip of my tongue slipped in between her slightly parted lips; leaving me with the impression, of her being excited and wet.

How else to interpret the signs, she is giving me? I do not know. I refuse to even search for alternatives.

Maybe she will beat me senseless over this; when she is given the opportunity, but that is neither here nor now.

As my tongue had reached about halfway into her mouth, maybe a minute had passed; I feel a contraction not quite an orgasm, but her mouth slightly relaxed. A moment later, I feel the next contraction, still no true orgasm; a sign, her mouth is slowly starting to relax. Still, her mouth still firmly contracted. Just her lips parted enough, for my tongue to slip in.

She had managed to part her lips, only because I am kissing her; parting my lips, thus parting hers in the process.
Had Rarity known it?

It is, for Rarity to tell; romance is her field, even if she has yet to find her special Some-Pony to date. Maybe she will, or maybe she wouldn’t? I have no idea.

Only Pinkie may know, before it occurs.

Pinkie knows, what I do not. Pinkie knows, what could not otherwise be known.

However, I love the taste of the June-Bug before me; just as I love, just how slippery and wet she is.

While it may be her lips, but what’s the difference.

Had Rarity told me something, about me or my sister? It is my sister June, but it is also the Pony who woke up in her bed and in her place; is it June, but it is still the Pony before me. I call her June or June-Bug, which she does not seem to mind; as a matter of fact, she seems to enjoy and prefer it. Thus, I will be referring to her as my little June-Bug from now on.

Minute by minute, my tongue is lolling in and out of her mouth; slipping further and further into her mouth, with each consecutive push in into her mouth. Slipping into her mouth, further and further; only for the tip of my tongue to touch the back of her mouth, then entering her throat the next. I had not even realized it, as tightly contracted as her mouth is; tightening up further, each time she is contracting.

Tighter and tighter, the tight contraction more pronounced each time, even if she is relaxing more, each time the contraction is passing. Just that she is remaining tight, contracted firmly; for as long as I am kissing her, as if she is refusing to accept it. Pretending she remains tight, contracted; for as long as I permit her to, while maintaining the kiss.

Slippery and wet, she is exciting me in the process; though she is just remaining just as wet as she had been, the first time my tongue had slipped in between her still tightly contracted lips. She is not growing wetter, or more slippery over time.

“She is eating me..” June realizes, as my tongue is lolling in and out, in and out; ever further in into her mouth, progressing further with each time.

“But.. but.. but...” she considers, her thought reluctant stuttering over the situation; “she is kissing me, her tongue slipping in between my lips..” she considers; “yet, it feels exactly as if she were eating me!” she ponders, not quite realizing what it means; partially based on lacking experience, experiences of the act.

How right she is. Even if she had never realized it or grasped the consequences of the experience, sensations or implications of it.

The moment lasts, because I am enjoying it; just as she makes it last, even if she is not aware of how or why, and she is not in control of it right now.

How, or why it is enjoyable; but it is, and I enjoy it for all it is worth. Excited, exciting June in the process which only excites me even further. While I may be in control, I am not controlling the situation more than my sister.

Of course, the the inevitable does happen and I feel the strong contraction almost halting my tongue, but I persists in the joy. It is hitting her, with all the intensity of an earth-quake; just that it is in her mouth, as opposed where one may have been expecting.

“Ooh, ooh; ooh, ooh, ooh; ooh, ooh..” she coos, as she is hit with the first orgasm.

How could I not? She is so slippery and wet, she is exciting me. Should I have been envious or jealous of her?

Just as one orgasm is hitting her, the next is following mere seconds later. Followed by another and another.

Each consecutive orgasm, coming harder and faster than the last. Yet, she remains as wet and tight as before. Even if she manages to relax more with each consecutive orgasm hitting her.

“Ooh, ooh; ooh, ooh, ooh; ooh, ooh..” she coos, experiencing yet another orgasm; making her feel as if she had been made out of rubber, melting from the growing heat building up inside.

As strong as the first orgasm had hit her, she is still shocked by the strength of each consecutive orgasm only growing stronger as the excitement keeps building within her.

I slow down, trying to make it last; though still pushing all the way, as far as my tongue could reach. Should I have? But I have no idea, as to exactly how far I reach; or where, in her mouth of throat my tongue is. How could I? She is so tight, I can’t quite feel the difference. I never could.

Moment by moment, minutes growing into hours; I continue, persist, as I enjoy the moment in time with my sister.

Rarity is leaning back; where she lies on the bed next to us, soaking up all the love produced in the process.

Just as Rarity is remaining quiet, silent; relaxing, the room remains quiet. Just one Changeling Aide stepping into the room for a few minutes, relieving Rarity of the burden of holding the Love. She steps out, just as quietly; the door closing behind her, leaving the room as she is stepping out.

“Oooh, oooh; “ohh!” I mouth, parting my lips while pressing them tightly onto hers; only to pull back, for just a moment and my tongue is slipping out of her mouth.

“Oh, oh, oh..” she mouths in response, as the next orgasm is hitting her.

“I, I, I..” she mouths, lips still slightly parted; “can I speak?” she then inquires, incredulously.

“Yes..” I respond, “so it would seem..” I then add, almost as an afterthought.

“That, that, that..” she mouths; “still feels so good..” she continues slowly.

“Yes, yes, yes..” I respond.

“Can, can we..” she starts; “do it again, once I have caught my breath?” she inquires.

“Yes..” I promise her.

“I did not know, a kiss felt so good..” she proclaims; “but now I can’t hold back..” she gasps, still short of breath; “but, if you enjoyed it; we will do this more..” she now offers.

“Oh..” I respond; “but now I feel like jelly, inside..” she continues with an excited snicker.

Rarity is sitting up, now as June’s lips had parted and her mouth is no longer contracted; “If you like; I could help you, exploring this experience, tomorrow!” she then offers.

“You could, Rarity?” I inquire; “if so, please do..” I continue.

“Then, by all means; I will, just say the word and I will be helping you..” she confirms.

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Gift, for the June-Bug

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