A Pony's Kiss
My Birth:
I could feel my fore hooves slip out of her. Not knowing I had been here before. Only now, I'm here again.
Slowly she push me out. Then, my muzzle is poking out, soon followed by the rest of my head. I can finally see the world I'm brought into. Slowly, I move forwards, pushed by every contraction. Then I slip out, my hind hooves the last part to leave her body.
She turn to me, then lick my face. After that, she keep licking my body, just a little at the time, till only my legs remain. She then lick my legs, one at the time. Cleaning me up, finishing with the last hind hoof.
After that, I can feel her muzzle on my flank. Eagerly, I try to stand up. With just a few tries, a few attempts, and I'm standing on my own four hooves. What a feeling. There is a freedom to it. Standing on my own four hooves. Eagerly looking around, searching for something.
Then my gaze stop at her belly. I slowly stumble towards her. Soon settling on a nibble. There is but one way to go. I'm hungry. As I finally do have her nibble in my mouth, I start to suck.
Feeling a sensation I had felt before, the slippery, thick sensation. Though I can't recall it, this is how I had felt, when her tongue had entered my mouth, the first time. Now I'm her foal. She had chosen me. I had accepted.
With that, she had completed the first part of her unspoken promise. Now, she'll have to foster me, to become the pony she had always wanted.
Slowly she push me out. Then, my muzzle is poking out, soon followed by the rest of my head. I can finally see the world I'm brought into. Slowly, I move forwards, pushed by every contraction. Then I slip out, my hind hooves the last part to leave her body.
She turn to me, then lick my face. After that, she keep licking my body, just a little at the time, till only my legs remain. She then lick my legs, one at the time. Cleaning me up, finishing with the last hind hoof.
After that, I can feel her muzzle on my flank. Eagerly, I try to stand up. With just a few tries, a few attempts, and I'm standing on my own four hooves. What a feeling. There is a freedom to it. Standing on my own four hooves. Eagerly looking around, searching for something.
Then my gaze stop at her belly. I slowly stumble towards her. Soon settling on a nibble. There is but one way to go. I'm hungry. As I finally do have her nibble in my mouth, I start to suck.
Feeling a sensation I had felt before, the slippery, thick sensation. Though I can't recall it, this is how I had felt, when her tongue had entered my mouth, the first time. Now I'm her foal. She had chosen me. I had accepted.
With that, she had completed the first part of her unspoken promise. Now, she'll have to foster me, to become the pony she had always wanted.