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Hands ran over your head, scratching and yelping, saying "no, no, no" because it was all you. You had a pony head. A daze fell. Your dark, heavy eyelashes flushed in disbelief.

Cold tile met your rump as you fell back. Tentative hands touched the unfamiliar fur on your cheeks. You felt it waver and brush against the skin on your face. Your head felt much warmer with all the new hair and fuzz enshrouding it.

You continued to touch your head in wordless amazement and horror. Soft fur ran all across your face, turning feathery along your jawline. A finger touched the tip of your lengthened, thin tongue. "What...happened to me?" Your voice was lost and bewildered.

There was marble-sharp tapping of hooves behind you. Rarity loomed to your left, keeping herself at arm's distance, her head low. That hypnotized look lurked in her eyes.

"Very lovely," she expressed in the tone of a drugged critic praising a sculpture. "Wonderful mane," her foreleg carried into the air. "So lush..." Your eyes followed the tip of that hoof as it arced to the top of your head and slid down the curve of your skull. Her touch was a practiced one. You half-pondered how many mares had closed their eyes and breathed softly as she ran her hooves across their pretty faces.

"No." You shook your head, tousling your hair -your mane, across your muzzle. "Don't touch me." You press your foot down and lurch back. "Get away from me!" Fear gave you speed enough to fly through the door and down the hallway before you felt something pull at your ankles, tripping you.

A blue shimmer warped the air around your lower legs and dragging you back in fits. The magic was sharp electricity to the bones and muscles it grabbed -similar to moving your limbs after they fall asleep. Sweaty palms slid across the hardwood floor. Your fingers prickled at the futility of fighting the force pulling you back. Friction burned your elbows.

Rarity stood as a dubious point of luminescent power outside of the door leading to the bathroom. Her horn flashed and wafted with energies. Large blue eyes narrowed, still trying to comprehend what was happening.

"Don't run. Please, please don't run." She half-apologized. "I don't know what's happening, but don't simply..." her voice blew off like embers.

The dip in her attention loosened the field on your legs. Blessed once again with movement, you made use of it for a few steps at least. Rarity snared you once more and pulled. Your socks flew off.

The sight shocked the pair of you. Your toes had disappeared, melding into one rounded, cream-colored nail. Fur had sprouted along the top of your feet. Where her magic lapped and rippled, more growth was encouraged. Your foot swelled and lengthened.

You were smart enough to add nickels and dimes together. They were turning into hooves. "For fuck's sake Rarity, let me go!" you yelled. The cut of your tone rattled Rarity's focus on her magic. She looked between you and your feet.

Along your hands and knees, you leaned against the wall and tried to stand. Balancing on the flat digits was hell, even with the wall as support. You had to stand wide-legged. "That magic -that's what it is! Fuck, you've been using it all night. The tea, the cream, even the food!" you squawked. "Dammit, it's in me! It's inside me!" Your stomach gurgled in response. The glimmer and microscopic discharges of supernatural lightning flashing inside your veins and bone marrow felt clear. "I need to throw up. I got to get it out before -before," Your knees went into an epileptic fit, throwing you down like someone snapped the lines on a marionette.

"Before what?" Rarity murmured, standing in place. You clutched your knees in an effort to steady them. "Before you turn into a pony?" Her voice drew a line of intrigue across her brow.

"Yes," you gulped. "Exactly. What if I can't fix myself if that happens?" Your large green eyes were painted with fret. Rarity's stare shifted to the ground then back to you.

"Would that be so bad?" she asked. You froze.

"Wh -Rarity, what?"

"To be a pony. After all, I'm pony," she said calm and matter-of-factly. "and it's a wonderful thing." She took a firm step closer. "A wonderful thing to be a pony. Especially a gorgeous mare such as moi." A blue line of light trailed up her horn. "And if that," she took a slow breathe, "alluring new visage of yours is any indication, then you'll turn out to be a wonderful little thing of a mare indeed."

"A, A mare? I can't turn into a mare," you shook your head, "those are female. I'm a guy." You clung onto thin fact like a rope dangling over a cliff.

"Not with those eyelashes, dear." Her smile was wicked.

Your hand went to your face again. That scared reflection the mirror burned in your mind. It was so girly.

"Aw hell."

"Come now," she cooed. "I've been trying my best to help you, I still am. Don't just...." her voice dipped like she stepped into a pothole.

"Just don't throw this away."

"The hell are you on about?"

She drew near in a march. Her head bowed like she was about to confess a sin. Her eyes were wide and earnest. "I said you were beautiful earlier, I wasn't lying. A never lie on such matters, I-I don't even think I could..."

Rarity looked at you again, her face flashed between emotions of confusion, awe, and very clear longing. "Oh, Celestia, you remind me of her."

You nudged your back against the wall. "Remind you of who?"

"A friend," she said and turned her eyes away. "A very good friend of mine. A kind girl. A pretty girl, most pretty," her voice dripped. "You and her share quite a few features." Her head picked up. "But you're not her. No, no, I think you may yet look more elegant." Rarity's voice turned hush. "Divine, even."

You drew your knees up to your chest.

"Please, let me pull you through this. I want to see what you look like, what you really look like." Dampness built around her eyes.

Your mouth moved against your better wishes. "Why? Why do you want to see me as a mare?"

She swallowed. Her voice, before so certain and manicured, turned small and pleading.

"So I can love you for it."

You shake your head. "I can't do that. I won't." But there was a fray to your voice and Rarity was quick enough to pull.

"You came to me soaked to near death, injured, and lost. I helped you. And you are truly lost, aren't you?" Lights in her brain were switching on. "I don't think you belong here at all. But I can make you belong."

You picked up the defensive. "How am I supposed to get home then, looking like you? I can't belong, then I could never go back."

"How did you get here?" She asked.

You couldn't answer.

"You don't even know. You're lost, love. Lost as a back alley kitten."

It was like someone dropped a rock into your gut. You just woke up in the middle of the forest. It was dark. It was frightening. You were still frightened.

She came to your side and brushed her muzzle against your cheek. Her voice was a soft as her fur. "It's alright, though. I'm here for you. I can take care of you and love you, and make sure everyone else does too."

A million uncertainties ran through your transfigured head. The prospect of returning home seemed low, and home was never that great to begin with...

"But why, why do you want to do that? It has to be more than love, you don't know anything about me."

"I can get to know you. Inside and out," she trailed a hoof down your chest. The closeness of her graces sent signals down to your maintenance crew. You shifted uncomfortably in your jeans.

"Looks like we're starting already," she smiled. "Your question is fair. Do you want to know why?" She looked away from you. The side of your face was flushed in the purple seat of her hair. You breathed in without thinking. Sweet. She smelled so sweet.

"I'm lonely," she whimpered. "Celestia above, I'm lonely. Do you know what I was doing before you knocked on my door? I was drinking a mid-priced bottle of wine all by myself because I couldn't think clear enough get any acceptable work done."

She sighed. "My work is my life. Beauty is my life, but I want living, breathing beauty to kiss and caress. That's what I want, a little beauty all to myself to draw love and inspiration from so that I may spread it across the whole wide world." She rubbed her hoof in gradual circles across your heavy breathing chest.

"Rarity, I think...I think..." Your legs trembled again. The knees jerked and your legs shot straight out. Another wave was coming on. Your shins burned. The muscles in your thighs hiccuped and cramped. You clenched your legs as they turned plumped and thickened.

Your hooves elongated and your shins turned and circled, ripping the seams of your jeans to form proper pony set of hindquarters. You moaned as there was nothing you could do to fight it.

"Here," Rarity said, "let me help at least a little."

Her horn sparked. Your jeans and underwear ripped cleanly away from your body. Your legs twitched and your hard cock bounced into the air. You tried to cover it out of embarrassment, but the pain in your legs meant you pulled your hands unwillingly from your shame to press down where it hurt the most.

Your legs were turning long and shapely. Your thighs had a generous curve and bristled with fine, wispy hairs that sprouted between your fingers. The flash of magic only accelerated the process, and they filled with femininity at an almost impossible speed.

Rarity watched with leashed eagerness and anticipation. The fur raced up the side of your legs and around your waist, stretching across your groin and...

"There we are," she lilted. Your penis burned, pulsing faster than your heart was beating. Each of your balls constricted like they were being wrapped in wire. You wailed there on the floor, hands flying to your agonizing genitalia.

You cursed at it to stop. You begged for it to stop. The fires burned and burned. You felt your scrotum shrink into your groin. Testicles dove inwards and resettled themselves into an organ suited for another purpose entirely.

The freed space was fleshy. The shaft of your penis softened. The tip was red and melded lower and lower, losing definition. You pulled your hands back as the defining portion of your masculinity withered away into folds of skin until only the red bead of a clit remained. The skin around it darkened and turned puffy. A long, narrow vagina quivered and dripped with clear fluids.

"Oh, oh God." You pulled your legs up and covered the invasive organ, too frightened to touch it with your hands, lest you accept it as a part of you. It burned underneath your palms and longed to be touch. You squeezed your eyes and tears fell out. "I can't take this. Help me. Rarity, please." Your ovaries flooded your lower body with estrogen. You could practically feel it seeping into the rest of you.

"I told you." Rarity circled to your front. She slid her hoof between your pony knees and spread them apart easily. Her head lowered down to inspect your flushed sex. Her nostrils widened and you heard a deep drawing of air between your legs.. Her eyes closed in heady bliss. He head lolled to your thigh and rested there.

"Stallions lack a certain something. They're handsome, yes, and strong too. Wonderful creatures, doubtless. Yet....hmm hmm...they lack a blooming, flowery quality that I prefer. Mares, however," her eyes half-opened. The gaze of her blue diamonds slid down your leg and settled in that newly formed valley. "Mares are absolute gardens to be tended to and appreciated." Her teeth shined as she smiled.

"Good thing it costs nothing to look, hm?" Her nostrils blew air across your nub and folds. Your lower jaw would not stop quaking. Your thighs tried to press together to protect your new shame, but Rarity placed another hoof on your thigh, just so, to keep you from hiding the flower. You whimpered. Did she have to stare at it like that?

"But I want to do much more than look, and I believe you'd like that as well. Dear, there's so much I can do to ease this for you. I can't think of any reason why this should be so traumatic. This can be fun, for the both of us. Let me help you. Let me help you. Let me love you."

Your buried your head into your arms. "Do it," you pleaded. "Just make it stop!."

She laughed liked a stringed instrument. "Lay back my dear, my darling. Before long you'll never want me to stop." Her tongue's tip curved and licked the bottom of her lip with a slow glide from left to right.

She lowered here head. A wave of purple curls tumbled down and tickled your thighs and the bottom of your belly. You couldn't see her, but you could feel her moist, hot breath dampen the folds of your already wet sex. Her lips kissed the confused nub. She kissed the outer folds and over the center. Light licks and careful nips decorated your womanhood.

"What if someone sees this," said a splinter sense of shame. Your head snapped around like a nervous weathervane, peeping down the hallway to make sure no one was coming. You couldn't explain a pony going down on you, not even to yourself. A hollowed vacuum built up inside of you, yearning to be filled.

Yearning. You didn't want to yearn! You didn't want Rarity's head nestled between your legs licking away as if someone glazed you over with cherry syrup. There wasn't any other choice though -you didn't know how to handle this. Although judging by the wild flares of your nostrils and the deep breaths you took, Rarity was very qualified to handle you.

Her tongue entered you and the world held its breath. The tip of her muzzled tickled your outer layers. The long, thin, flexible emissary of generosity lapped in and out, exploring with an earnest wonder and eagerness to please.

And it was working. Your chest hiked up and down. The tips of your fingers tingled. "Ah," you went. "Ah, ah ah..." but something was different. "Oh..." your voice rose in pitch. "Ahh-h," like notes on the scale. Do re mi fa so and so, so, so, oh, oh...

"R-rari...." there was a fanning fragility to your voice.

"N...nh..." an unfolding delicacy.

"Ahhh, oo-o..." so soft and pretty.

"It feels...it feels..." your eyes squeezed shut. You grunted and bared your teeth. Your piping hot cheeks would fire steam if a hole were poked into them. Your legs wrapped across Rarity's furry back.

Her head bobbed in a steady rhythm, matching the gasps from your muzzle and the beat of your pulse.

"Don't...don't..." you bleated. You bit down on your tongue and shook your head. Sweaty bangs hung all over the front of your face. "I...I don't want....to..."

But you did. That was the worst part. Guys weren't supposed to want the feeling churning inside of you.

The world exploded and unleashed a flood between your legs. Fireworks lit your spine. Your hooves rose off the ground and kicked in the air like a well-scratched animal. Your voice cracked and broke through a ceiling, turning so light and airy that you might float away if someone didn't wrap their arms around you and held you close. It embarrassed, scared, and excited you all in one go. You wondered if you would ever come back down to earth.

But Rarity was there holding the string. Her tongue cleaned up beneath you. She surfaced for air and licked clear fluids from her lips. There were no words. A few fingers rested on your furry throat and felt the vocal chords within twang and make the girly gasps you heard.

She strolled up to your chest, ran a hoof along it and felt a heart beating so fast that it might flutter up and around the ceiling if you opened your mouth.

"That's just one of the many skills in my repertoire." She eased you off of the wall and settled behind you and encircled your chest with her fore hooves. "Now show me the rest of your party trick, darling."

It took a million years for your hand to reach the outer folds of your new vagina. The shuddering pink skin within didn't disappear when you touched it. You didn't wake up on your bed, or outside in the rain. The reality remained as it was -a patchwork body propped up in the hallways against Rarity. You gulped. No escape from this.

Your voice came out as a nervous rattle. "Please. Get me through this already."

All the light in the room soaked into Rarity's horn. The focal point of her power hummed like a woman's song. Washes of blue and white light streamed from the tip. It flowed over your body like water that didn't care much for the pull of gravity.

The magic wanted to be near you, to touch you and let you know that everything was going to be alright -everything was going to be beautiful.

Blue, winding fields of aether pulled your shirt off and lapped at your chest and caressed your shoulders with warm, invisible fingers. You squirmed as the touch reached through your skin and tickled your cells, teasing your bloodstream, and kissing your DNA strands -unwinding and sewing them back together in a form more suitable for this world.

Luscious fur blossomed along your chest and belly. You gasped as your hands melded together into sleek hooves. You cried out as the magic pressed and pinched at your waist, making it trim and shapely.

The hall tilted to its side. Your eyes rolled to the top of your head and your stomach leapt and the tips of your hooves tingled. The sensation of falling in an elevator overtook you. The fur along your back rubbed against Rarity. Something sapped at your mass. The boards and walls of the hall stretched outwards and upwards as you shrunk.

"Such a tiny thing," Rarity purred. She patted your head.

Thoughts of being so small raised an objection in the midst of your mind, but Rarity ran her hooves across your furred chest and stomach as it became a slim barrel. She came to a stop right above your genitalia.

You looked down. The blue light swirled underneath your belly, raising two pink mounds. You gasped as they twisted themselves into a pair of nipples. Soft naked flesh rose above your creamy fur. You yelped and tried to rub them away. Not breasts. Anything but breasts!

Rarity placed a calming hoof over your wrists and nudged them to the ground.

"Nothing to be ashamed of, darling. Don't you think they look sweet?"

She jiggled your mounds playfully. You giggled. The strange tune reached your ears and silenced you immediately.

Rarity nuzzled the back of your mane. "You have a wonderful laugh darling. Don't be scared, I'd like to hear more of it." The tips of her hooves toyed with your springy teats. Bit by bit you were stripped by any trace of masculinity, and now it was making you laugh. More giggles and gasps were teased from your lips.

Your legs wiggled along the floor in pleasure. Your lower backside buzzed like an eager child was tugging on your spine. Rarity's hooves didn't flirting over the surface of your small breasts, and you didn't stop laughing. When you stole a slip of breath, you felt another tug. The pulls and yanks continued and a curl of hair that matched your mane emerged from between your legs.

A tail, you thought. It twitched and flickered around as your featherlight laughter floated down the dark hall. The strawberry blonde ribbon of hair caught the reflection of Rarity's blue magic. Lines of aether lifted a few strands into the air and let them float to the ground.

Your body buzzed all at once. You called out to Rarity, begging her not to let go. The final adjustments were made to your body. Organs, hormonal glands, nervous systems, and blood vessels underwent fine tuning. Every muscle and bone locked up. Your ears stood straight into the air and you sounded a long cry.

Then the magic decided everything was absolutely perfect and it was time to go. Light flowed over your limbs and between your fur, converging on your forehead. Your skull split. Hooves kicked hard on the floor as tightly packed keratin budded and twirled out of your head. Magic popped and shot sparks from your new horn. You cried as magic formed one last permanent badge and bond between you and the rest of the world. You slumped out of Rarity's arms and onto the floor.

"Guess I put a little more magic in you than I thought," she said.

Through a heroic show of strength, Rarity stood up, walked in front of you, and flopped down as well. Both of you labored for breath. You felt Rarity's exhalations brush your nose. Tears of confused joy wet your eyes and muzzle.

"Did you do it?" you whispered. "I...I'm a mare now?"

Her eyes opened a little. The ocean blue of her pupils were alight in the night. "Yes. Yes you are, and you're lovely. Oh stars above, you're loveliest mare in the world."

"I am?"

You felt her lips. Soft, smooth, wonderfully shapely lips. You opened your mouth wider and let her in. Her breath flowed into your mouth and nose. She even smelled pretty, and her taste was so delectable. For several long minutes the two of you laid on the floor exploring each other.

Her touch was gentle, but ardent and shameless. Her hooves tried to sneak back to your vagina, but you placed your own on her fetlock, not ready for another vigorous go. She understood and instead settled to running her hooves around your flushed skin and fleshy thighs. Her ears twitched in pleasure at the sound of your cotton-soft sighs.

Her hooves wandered up your body played with your mane. She stroked your fuzzy ears and nuzzled into your nose. Oh god, you wanted to be petted and touched forever.

Rarity bit her lip and her eyes shimmered with a stroke of inspiration.

"Feeling well enough to stand up, darling?"

"Hm? I..uh...I think so."

Rarity tried to swallow her laughter at your attempts to stand on four legs. She caught you when you titled a little too far to one side, and gave you clear instructions on when and how to move your legs.

"It's like watching my sister learn how to walk all over again."

Your face reddened and you realized how much Rarity was going to be needed in the coming days. Of all the ponies in town, you'd win the award for "Citizen with the Least Idea of what They were Doing." But if the smile of Rarity's face and good humor were any indication, she was more than willing to let you lean on her a little.

And she was ecstatic. Her stomach was packed with butterflies as she led you down the hall and back to her work quarters. This was exactly what she needed. Already the blocks in her mind were crumbling and falling at the passing gaze of your touch. Ideas and inspiration flipped and rushed across her synapses.

"There's a little project I've been working on," she said. "Up until now I've been producing more, ah, socially minded garbs. But...well, you'll see." A mischievous smile grew on her lips.

In the dark she led you behind a wall of curtains and told you to watch your step while she positioned you on a low platform.

"Just stay right there, I'll turn the lights on. Oh, the anticipation! I'm shaking at the knees with the stuff!"

The lights turned on.

A half circle of mirrors stood directly before you. The deep breath you took sucked in air and all the sound in the room.

Porcelain. The word 'porcelain' spelled itself out in your mind. You were petite. Your legs were long and sweeping. They lead up to a finely curving stomach and tight chest, up your swan-like neck and finally to your doll-like face. You shook your hips and your eyes lit when your tail waved in response.

Your eyes grew watery and you put a hoof to your mouth. You never had a serious problem with the way you looked -it was the state of things. But this, the painterly thing that moved when you told her too and spoke when you wanted to speak -you felt graced by a mysterious power.

God, you were glowing.

A thousand highlights speckled the swirls of green and flecks of blue that were your pupils.

Rarity came to your side, taking in the sight of you standing in full light. You were a touch taller than her, being long limbed without looking gangly or awkward.

"Better than I ever would've imagined. A work of art, top to bottom. Magical, simply magical."

"Magical," you agreed.

"Now about that little side project -" Rarity walked over to a closet. "My work output, by and large, is meant for dances, balls, weddings -large social gatherings in other words." She pulled out a few drawers. "And it's fine work. Wonderful, exquisite, but. But. I had a wee notion about catering to a more, ah, intimate setting."

She removed boxes and a plastic wrap and went to a table. "More enticing. More accentuating, dare I say, ahh, sensuous?"

Rarity revealed a garter and a pair of deep red leggings with countless straps and garnished with laces. Intimate, accentuating, and very naughty.

"I call this line Diamonds After Dark, and I just know it will overtake the bedrooms of Equestria like wildfire. How can it not? They're positively tailored to raise the bedroom temperature."

You should have been shocked and appalled. She wanted to truss you up in a lacy net of straps and form-fitting fabrics! The indignation should be mountainous. The righteous anger would've been able to cow mountains.

But goodness did it scream out quality. You knew nothing, -nothing- about lingerie, but looking at the belts and loops and trimly shaped garments Rarity spread around you excited a part of your mind that didn't exist before.

This looked fun.

"Care to give it a test run, darling?" Her eyebrow cocked itself like a shotgun.

"Well....you've been so nice to me..." you lowered your head but couldn't hide your smile. "It'd be rude not to help out a friend, right?"

"Rude?" Rarity asked as a magically propelled corset slid across your back. "Not you, not in a hundred thousand years. I'd simply hate to impose..." She bit her lip and looked upwards, always one to enjoy coyness. "But I love, love, love a girl who's always game for something new."

This was new alright, and you were feeling very game.

The corset tightened around your waist and stomach. Red strings looped into holes and knotted themselves firmly up over your spine. Straps snaked up your chest and fitted themselves into a black collar that snuggled onto your neck and shoulders. Crimson lace fluffed out on the upper seam.

"Not too tight, I hope?"

You shook your head, the material was firm, but somehow empowering. "It's like you knew what size to shoot for ahead of time."

She chuckled. "Well, I've always had a gift for measurements. Hm hm. Watch your legs dear."

"Huh? Oh!"

Your rear hooves were hoisted into the air by invisible hands. A heart colored pair of panties worked over with intricate nightshade stitching slid up your legs, brushing the back of your knees and traveled over the full curve of your rump. Your tail bundled itself up and slid through the hole provided at the top of its dark band. Two elastic straps connected it to your corset.

The panties were tight, sitting over your new privates and teats with a strange authority. It pulsed and winked as the underwear fitted itself, seemingly with the goal to make you horny again.

Your hooves continued to dangle in midair when two pieces of hosiery unrolled themselves up your leg. The tight netting pressed your warm fur closer to your skin. The red bands were stitched with small black hearts.

After craning your head, you saw a small trio ocean-blue diamonds inset into the patchwork. "Gems? Those match the ones one your sides."

"Yes, brand recognition, you see. It's not too gaudy, is it?"

A small 'umm' escaped your lips. "No. It looks nice. All of it looks nice."

A shiny ribbon floated to the base of your tail, wrapping itself around the long, smooth hairs in a tight fashion. A band several inches long constricted the hair together firmly, letting it flow and hang freely in the air, leaving a clear, open gap between your rear and your tail.

Finally, a big red bow fixed itself to your mane. Rarity tapped her chin.

"No." She shook her head. "No, no, that bow is simply -that's just...oh, what was I thinking." Her horn buzzed once more and the offensive bow was banished to the corner to be dealt with later. "Much better. Can't get everything right the first time."

She walked up to your side. "Go ahead, darling. Walk around. Strut! Work it, in other words. We're trying to make poetry in motion here. Let's see it!"

"See it? Poetry?"

"Yes, yes!"

Her head was fit to pop with the artful and lusty energy that was coursing through her system. You raised your foreleg and took a step. You raised a hind leg and took another step. Another. Another. The finely sewed fabric folded and bent along the appropriate seams. A smooth, satisfying sound accompanied every movement. Hose against slim leg. Laced bands against a furry waist.

Your tail swished in the air. Just walking back and forth in a straight line was putting you in the mood. Before long your hips picked up a natural sashay. The stance of your head raised higher. You noticed you were a little taller than Rarity.

"Marvelous," she whispered. "A true natural! Darling, were you a model in a past life? Tell me yes right now and I'll take it as gospel."

"A past life? I'm not so sure." You looked up and down your body. "But this life...well, just maybe."

Rarity encircled you, examining the fit and working of the corset and stocking when wrapped around living, breathing model. "Oh, this set has a special surprise." You heard a patchy zip come from the underwear and fresh air blew against the clean rim of your exposed asshole and cunt.

"This one is all about ease of use." Her purple tail flicked out and tickled your sex. You giggled. Really? You were that sensitive?

"Ahh, your laugh just infectious!" She bounced on her hooves. "That's it. I'm inspired. Back at full, feisty capacity, yes! We simply must put on a show soon."

Your head snapped up. "A show? What kind of show?"

"Well, a fashion show. I have a few more sets ready, and I just know there isn't another mare in town that can sell them as well as you. We'll start small of course, I know a few people who know a few people..." she rattled off names, numbers, and locations with violent velocity. Her voice crashed. She took a deep breath.

"I believe I made myself dizzy. Excuse me, I must sit down." She traipsed into a sofa and carefully settled herself on a cushion. "I'm getting ahead of myself. A lady mustn't rush things." Her eyes closed and she made a small attempt to find a piece of zen.

Her eyes popped open in surprise as you bounced on the couch next to her. "Hello there." she said.

"Hi," you responded. "I don't...blame you, if you're excited. I'm excited too." You bit your lips and looked deep into her eyes. Her beautiful, wide eyes. "You made me pretty, after all." Your body leaned closer to her. The sound of licking your bottom lip was heard.

"Oh," she responded, accepting your weight, relishing the texture of the fabric she made against her skin. "Aren't we an energetic little songbird? And so lovely on top of everything else..." In the room a pair of lips touched.

"Yes," you said. "Yes we are." Rain pitter-pattered outside.

Lips touched again, and then some.