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Ms. May Sly's POV

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Gift, for the June-Bug: 5

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The June-Bug Consort

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“Since you asked me, if I could help you to explore the Kiss; I could get you started a bit early, if you would like” Rarity is offering, as I am sitting in the sofa, sipping on a bottle of Sparkle Cola.

“Yes, please!” I respond.

“Me too, me too..” June chirps, in excitement.

“Okay, June first; but I will tend to you too, May!” Rarity responds.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you; Rarity..” June chimes.

With that; Rarity is stepping up to my sister June, where she is sitting comfortably by my side in the sofa.

“Just sit back and relax..” Rarity suggest, as she is leaning forwards; planting a kiss on the tip of June’s nipple, before parting her lips and gently lick the tip of the nipple.

Little by little, Rarity is parting her lips; slowly taking the nipple in her mouth, between her lips. After a moment, she starts sucking; gratified with a squirt of June’s warm milk, before she is pulling back.

“There..” Rarity coos.

She is extending the index-finger of her right hand, slipping it into her mouth; before she is placing the tip of the finger at the very edge of June’s lower lip, gently pressing down as she is sliding the tip of the finger into June’s mouth with mounting pressure. Once she had slipped the tip of her finger all the way over June’s lip, she pulls it out; only to slide the finger in and out, in and out over and over with increasing pressure.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh; ohh, ohh!” June mouths, with her lips contracted.

“Part your lips, please..” Rarity incites after about a minute and June complies in the effort of pleasing, unaware of how her lips are contracting tighter and tighter around Rarity’s extended index-finger.

“Open your mouth wide, please..” Rarity incites, after another minute and June complies, eagerly.

“Why, oh why does she make it look so exciting; now I want to experience this, right now..” I ponder, quietly mouthing the words unconsciously.

As much as June tries to part her lips and open her mouth as wide as possible, but all she is accomplishing; is contracting her lips, making the contraction more and more emphasized: taking a deeper hold of her lips, mouth and deeper down her throat.

“Oh, oh, oh..” June mouths, lips firmly contracted, just as she is hit by the first sign of an oncoming orgasm.

“Right this way, please; miss June-Bug..”Rarity coos, guiding June up from the sofa, on the way towards her bed room.

I watch Rarity guiding June out of the living room, while maintaining the tease on the way out; only for Rarity to open the door for the two, just before Rarity returns to me. Just that Rarity is still with June to guide her to the bed.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as Rarity is trotting over the floor, towards me.

The door to the living room slides up, as Rarity is entering the room; “Your turn, May, if you please..” Rarity exclaims; on her way over to the sofa, where I sit.

“If you please, just lean back and relax; as I help you, enjoying the preparations!” she suggests.

“Oh, but of course..” I respond, following her suggestion.

“I hope; you will be enjoying this, May..” Rarity coos, as she is lifting her right hand, extending the index-finger.

“I will, rest assured..” I respond.

With that, she is placing the tip of her index-finger on the rim of my lower lip. Barely touching, applying pressure; as she is sliding the finger over the lower lip.

I feel the tip of her finger sliding over the slippery gel, my lips are coated with; but barely even notice, how she is starting to contract my lips, as the tip of her finger is sliding over my lower lip.

“So, so... so W.E.T. (deliciously Juicy)..” I mouth, in stark realization; excited, by the sensations elicited by her touch and touches.

Her left hand, on her hip; proudly demonstrating her grace, showing her figure off before me. I could not help, but notice each feature including the inch-long, semi-square metallic electric blue nails.

Rarity, the mistress on stage; soaking up all the attention, with her moves and radiant elegance. Drawing my attention to where she desires it; leading me, from what she does not want me to see or think without even saying a word to the effect.

Slowly, slowly; ever so slowly she is contracting my mouth as she is exciting me.

Each time, the tip of her finger moves over the surface of my wet lip; she contracts me, as she is exciting me further and further. Minute, by minute; she continues. With each time, the pressure of the tip of her fingers inevitably grows slightly; only exciting me more, as my lips tighten up in contraction around her finger.

Helplessly, yet eagerly; I succumb to her seduction, enjoying each and every instant of it. Feeling the tip of her extended index-finger, sliding over my lower lip, in and out, in and out. Slow, slow, slower, slower. Not faster and harder.

She, Rarity knows her seduction; she knows how to use her appearance, as well as her motion towards the desired goal.

It is not the tip of her fingers that are smooth, but the lubrication coating my lips; making it feel hot, as she slowly stroke the lower lip to contract my mouth further.

She makes me feel hot, just by standing there before me; lending me the attention, teasing me into submission. Helplessly enjoying what she is offering so freely.

Moment by moment, moment by moment; she causes me to contract, and I feel the first stumbling contraction not yet an orgasm. But, it is close, closing in with each stroke of her finger, as she is continuing her tease.

Once the first, actual orgasm is hitting me; it feels like an earth-quake is rocking me to the very core, even if its origin is my lips and my mouth.

She continues; never stopping, never slowing down. She drives me on, drives me further and I am hit by another orgasm even harder than the first.

Rarity is standing before me, looking into my eyes; watching me, as I experience the next orgasm. Another, and another; orgasm after consecutive orgasm rocking me deeper and harder with each one. My eyes fluttering, as I feel hot and growing hotter.

“Oh, oh, oh; oh, oh, oh, oh; oh, oh, oh..” I coo inwardly, with each new orgasm hitting me.

“I, I’m, I’m, mmmh..” I ponder; “Melting..” I realize.

She had given me all the attention, she had promised; now, I am shaking and shuddering under the intensity of the next orgasm as it is hitting, hard.

I don’t even realize it, or notice; as the tip of her finger is slipping out of my mouth, with a distinctly pronounced sucking noise. My lips, mouth contracted, as she effectively sealed my mouth; before she was letting go, pulling back.

My eyes fluttering, a few more times; before closing completely signaling to her I am ready. I am hers to carry to bed.

“Right this way, please..” she coos, as she is taking my right fore-hoof; leading me up and out of the sofa, down onto the floor.

I follow her out of the room. She merely stops to place the palm of her right hand onto the plaque, spreading her fingers wide in order to open the door; stepping out of the room with me in tow, before the door quietly slides shut with a swoosh behind me as I had cleared the threshold. I follow her, Rarity; even if on all fours, breathing hard and fast in my highly excited and ecstatic state. My heart, pounding, hard and fast.

She is leading me up the flight of stairs to my bed room, only to stop by the door to my room; extending the palm of her right hand onto the plaque; spreading her fingers wide to open the door; stepping into the room with me in tow, only for the door to slide shut behind me as I had cleared the threshold.

“Luna is awaiting you, May..” she coos, folding the quilt up towards the wall.

“Oh, oh..” I mouth, lips still tightly sealed.

I am taking the hint, sliding into my bed as she had alluded to; only for her to fold the quilt back over me, lying under my quilt in comfort.

She stands back, quietly; standing in silence, as she is watching me.

Only taking a step forwards, placing the tip of her index-finger onto the rim of my lower lip; momentarily holding it in place gently pressing down further.

I had lain my head on the pillow, as she placed the quilt over me; for me to doze off into sleep, Luna watching me from her unseen vantage point. Strangely enough, I see a mirror before me; the mirror, showing me the reflection of my face. My lips sealed, barely visible as if I never had them.

“May, sweet May.. May, oh May.. May, sweet May..” she is cooing; as if singing a lullaby for me, even in my sleep.

While fast asleep, I am still rocked by the distinct orgasms; experiencing them, as if it had been my heart-beats.

As I sleep, Rarity is parting my legs, spreading them fairly wide; though she is also sliding my arms or fore-legs from my body, before bending my elbows to present me in a desirable pose. My hooves up, presenting the frogs up in what seems a placating gesture if I had had hands.

There is a whirring noise of an engine, and the hissing noise of air being sucked out; my quilt vacuumed to hold me firmly into position, ready to play and be played with. Like this I lay, remaining in pose for the rest of the night; still sleeping, while enjoying the ecstatic state of the incurred stimulation and stimulation I had been enjoying.

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Luna had been singing her lullaby, for me. I am still aware of the voice singing the song as if in my ear; cooing in excited delight.

Only now, I am awakened, by the booping on my lower lip; abruptly contracting, upon contact.

My eyes flutter, in abrupt surprise; a reaction, to the unexpected waking up.

What I see, is my sister June; my own June-bug, her extended index-finger still lingering for a moment on my lower lip.

She is laying on her belly, on top of me, her face just inches above me where she lay.

Just that she is her old self in the light pinkish skin-tone, I remember her by.

On second thought; she still has her muzzle, big eyes and equine ears just as the day before. Maybe she had just changed into a different ensemble or suit of garments before she went to bed the other night?

Her skin still soft and warm, smooth and glossy after the night she had spent sleeping in her own bed.

I know it is her, or I think I know; because I recognize her, even if she may be wearing a suit, or just carries the effects of the suit she wore last night. I recognize her, her mannerisms.

She is June, my June-Bug; would respond to nothing else, not here and not now. Just as I doubt she would respond to anything else, ever. She still is my little June-Bug.

I feel her hands, the palms of her hands on my waist; slowly and seductively moving up onto my belly. Her fingers spread, spreading wider as she is moving up onto my belly. She is exploring my belly, in overt delight and excitement; just the way I had been expecting her.

What I had not been expecting, is the touch of the touch-pad at the tip of the extended index-finger of her right hand; even if she has these hyper sensitive touch-pads on each of her fingers now. Just the top, from the final joint and all the way in under the nail. The soft and squishy sensation of rubbery flesh giving that special coarse and grabby joy.

Had she chosen, to try on the gloves the girls tending the desk were using; to enjoy how their hands feel?

She chose to keep her inch-long, semi-square nails crystal-clear; but I can not blame her, it does look just right for her.

Of course I feel her pert breasts, pressing down on my own; the large, hard nipples rubbing on top of my very own.

Only now she had slipped her hands up onto my belly, the tips of her fingers probing my belly button; the long and index-fingers of her right and left hand sliding in, probing and pulling to spread the orifice. She is obviously enjoying the squishy, elastic flesh on my belly; from what I can see, of her facial expression.

I feel her hot breath on my face and pick up the sweet scent of her on her breath. She is breathing in, and out, in and out; deep and rapid pants.

As I try to lift up my hooves, to grasp her; I am reminded of the quilt holding me firmly into place, while she lies on top of me. The vacuum effect still firmly in place.

The squishy quilt over me, is holding me down; if and when I try to move, leaving me entirely in her hands and she is clearly enjoying it. Should I complain, but why? I am enjoying it, and she knows it. I can not deny it, and certainly not to her. She is knowing me; far too well, for that.

“Oh, your belly button..” she snickers, excited over her discovery; pretending she had not known of it, as if she had not seen it or done it herself, already.

Even with the quilt covering me, she manages to slip a pair of fingers inside to tease me; enjoying the effect it is having on my belly.

“Wait, what if I.. ?” she inquires, before thinking better of it.

She moves her hands up my body, stopping under my breasts; pretending to consider, before her fingers are sliding up my teeny A Cups to the top and find my nipples.

“Should I?” she inquires, while tentatively pinching my nipples between the nails of her thumb and fore-finger for a moment; “naeh.. later, maybe..” she continues.

Now, her hands move down and up to the sides of my cheeks where they slowly come to a stop. Just resting, holding my face in a firm grip. Musing, excited.

“I know, you want me to fondle and cuddle your breasts and nipples; but you will enjoy me exploring your belly button with you later, as well..” she suggests.

“Yes, I probably will..” I ponder, as her attention moves further up and her lips slowly moves towards my lips.

“Oh, wait..” she coos; “what if you were to part your lips, to invite a kiss?” she inquires, suggesting I should be trying to part my lips before she is kissing me.

Only for her to extend the index-finger of her right hand; planting the tip of her finger at the very edge of my lower lip and keeps it there, to cause my lips to contract even further if that had been possible.

Trying to part my lips, not to mention open my mouth; would only drive home the point, deepening the contraction even farther than it already is. Even if I did not know, or if I am not aware of it right now.

“Close your eyes..” she incites, just before she finally plants her lips on mine in a kiss.

She is parting her lips, just enough for her tongue to slip out; before she is licking my lips, then slip the tip of her tongue in between my lips in an excited ease.

She is licking my lips, leaving me to feel wet. This is, how much she had parted her lips; for now, at the very least.

“Hay, you are wet; delicious, I love it!” she is mouthing in the act.

And of course, I am wet, she had known that, all along. She just enjoys teasing me with it. Just driving the point home.

She breaks of, after a few minutes; lifting her head, but leaving my lips exposed to her.

Just enough, to tease me; to trick me, into trying to part my lips to kiss her. The effect is obvious, but I am not aware of it right now; acting as she had expected only to deepen the effect of the contraction further with each moment she is holding back.

“Time for some fun, I know you will enjoy it..” she coos, as she is moving over to my right fore-hoof; exposed to her, since last night.

I could do nothing, trapped under the quilt holding me in the spot.

At first, she is just extending the tip of her tongue, licking the outer rim of the right fore-hoof; starting at the front or tip, then going back and forth; right and left, right and left.

Slowly, slowly; she is starting to move out onto the frog, further and further out onto the sensitive flesh. Teasing me, enjoying herself as she goes on.

While her tongue is wet and slippery; she is leaving no wet trails behind, as she is continuing to tease me with the sensations she is forcing upon me. Not that I complain, enjoying it as much as I do; she had known it all along, even if she had never let on.

She had chosen these stockings for me, even if it is the June-Bug who is in her bed right now; enjoying the same treatment, thinking I am on top of her and the situation.

June remains on top of me, teasing the frog of my right fore-hoof; exposing me to the sensitivity, to the edge of what I can take. Moving all the way to the center of the hoof and continuing back to the rim of the hoof; leaving me drooling, if not for my lips being tightly contracted and effectively sealed shut. Only to move over to my left fore-hoof, as she had reached the edge of the right fore-hoof; repeating the process of teasing me by eliciting these sensations to show me me just how sensitive I am.

Right and left, right and left, right and left; she had continued, repeating the tease. Breaking off, only after the third. She had applied the tip of her tongue to the frog of my right and left fore-hooves: once, twice and thrice.

I am ready to scream, but I have no mouth.

She is returning her attention to me, my face; sliding her hands up over my chest, only to stop on my cheeks: right and left, respectively.

Now, placing her lips on mine in a deliciously warm kiss; parting her lips, licking my lips for several minutes just to fire me up.

My lips are wet, soaking wet under her tongue; just as they had been, all along. She is relishing in my excitement, soaking it up like the little sponge she is. Though she is my little June-Bug, as far as I know; even if she may be her stand-in, for the occasion. Not that I mind, right now. Why? With everything she is giving me, and how good it feels; how good she feels, on my chest, as she is offering me everything.

She is once more parting her lips, just enough for her tongue to slip out, exposing my lips to her caresses.

Slowly, slowly; ever so slowly, she is parting her lips further as she goes.

At first, she had made due with just licking my lips; then, the tip of her tongue slides in between my tight lips, into my mouth. Lolling in and out, in and out; slowly sliding further in, as she is parting her lips. Just a little bit, just enough; for her tongue to enter my mouth. As the tip of her tongue finally reaches the back of my mouth, she starts slowly parting her lips further; slipping the tip of her tongue down my throat.

I feel her tongue, lolling in and out, in and out; further and further in and then down my throat. I am wet, soaking wet; all the way, as far as I can feel the tip of her tongue and an inch further down.

I find myself contracting, in hard orgasms; over and over, just as I was the other day. I just never stopped experiencing them; even if it faded out, as I had fallen asleep the other night.

While I am starting to relax, she is keeping me contracted; keeping me on the tip of my hooves all the way, making the experience as hot as she could possibly make and maintain it for me.

With her on top of me, enjoying the moment; as if there is just the moment, everlasting.

Eventually, she had driven me over the edge; leaving me orgasmic, coming hard and fast. As hard, and as fast as I can for her.

She is relishing in my moment, enjoying holding me in place; only with the company, of the next Aide stepping in or out of the room. She remains on top of me, where she belongs; soaking it all up, as I am trapped in the cycle of the bliss of the perpetual orgasm. I love it, as far as I know.

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My June-Bug remains, faithfully on my chest; kissing me, into the very end.

Moments passing, growing into minutes; minutes passing, growing into hours.

Eventually the time comes, and she permits my climax; just a moment before, the safe moment is expiring and I fall asleep and slip into an unconscious state.

Of course, I am forever changed, by the experience. I can not turn back, even if I could change my suit and appearance.

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June-Bug, Broken In

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