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Tiny Equestrian Adventure - Page 12 - Next - By Hentaiisthekey - Overview
You cock your head to the side. She must think you're a little pet and that she's taught you a trick. Honestly, that's not an unfair assessment, since they caught you and there's no real chance of escape. At least they're gentle, considerate captors: neither of them has shown any inclinations towards malice, yet. The drooly tongue looms ahead of you, slightly disgusting and yet strangely inviting. After a moment's hesitation, you shrug your shoulder as if to say "The hell with it", and jump onto the bumpy organ. With gusto you attack, slurping up liquid as quickly as you can. Vibrations shake you as the filly giggles low in her throat, almost unseating you and making you fall back onto the bed. The grey filly looks interested.
<Hey, let me try.>
The grey one drops her head down and opens her mouth as well. You are partially walled in by the two organs, The air is starting to dry out the juices of the pink filly until she draws it back into her mouth again. Maybe you could try drinking from the other one now?

Across from you, a similar path opens up, slick with saliva, although perhaps less moist than the one you're the current one. The tongue is starting to become sticky, so you roll downwards to the bed-sheet before you are pulled into the pink filly's mouth. You walk up the grey filly's open mouth and give it a poke. The spongy tissue gives a tiny amount before gently bouncing back. A tentative lick reveals that while the saliva of the grey filly tastes similar to the pink one, it has more of a tang to it, like citrus. Like before, you climb up and begin rapidly drinking the fluids, until you feel sated.

Completely satisfied, you roll over onto your back and rest a moment, until the tongue becomes dry and sticky. The grey filly allows you to roll back onto the bed before closing her mouth.
<That's pretty weird.>
<It's neat, though, isn't it?>
<Yeah it is. Um... we could probably leave that part out of the notes though.>
<Why would you want to do that? For all, you know filly saliva could be their primary source of nutrition.>
The grey filly makes a face.
<I'll just keep it in mind in case she asks. I don't want to be the one to tell her we let her science project out and then slobbered all over it.>
<What, do you expect me to tell her?>
The grey filly glares at Pinky.
<You'd better. You're the one who caused this whole mess.>
<Me?! If we had gone with your way we would never have learned so much about him. You should be thanking me.>
<Ooooh, you little...>

The two fillies glare daggers at each other, filling the air with electricity. Between them is little old you, who stands to have a bad time if the two giants decide to come to blows. So, wisely, you make the choice to get out of the way in case a fight breaks out.
Grey comes dangerously close to Pinky's muzzle.
<So, its come to this.>
Pinky strikes back, smooshing her snout into Grey's
<Yeah, I guess it has.>
Grey pulls away and adjusts her glasses.
<Well, if that's the way you feel then-->
Pinky suddenly tackles Grey, who whinnies in surprise. The glasses go flying off her head, narrowly missing you before skidding off the side of the bed. Following the break in her foe's defenses, Pinky harshly bites her on the shoulder, aggressively dominating her.

You are stunned and transfixed, unable to look away from the strange sight in front of you. Is this how all the horses solve all their friendship problems or is it just limited to these two? They roll all over the bed wrestling with each other, neither one of them gaining an advantage, Occasionally you had to dodge away from their rolling bodies, but for the most part, they stayed away from you. Eventually, they just roll onto the floor, leaving the notepad lying forgotten.

Shaking your head a few times, you stand up and walk over to the unguarded notepad. Luckily, the pencil was still in its place after the jostling that shook the bed, allowing you to break a small piece of pencil lead to help you write on the pad.
You pause for a moment, considering what to doodle. An obvious question springs to mind, but you decide that can wait until later. Instead, you draw a big stick doodle of yourself, the jar you were contained in, and two rough sketches of the ponies currently in the room. Hmm, what else? Oh yeah! You sign your name and print your current age below the picture.

Walking over to the edge of the bed, you peer down to see how the two combatants are doing. Covered in frothy sweat, panting from lack of air and matted, disheveled manes. Pinky is on top so you guess she's the one who won the fight. Neat.

Pinky holds out a hoof to help Grey off the ground, which is pretty cute, and then they hug, which is adorable, and then.. they enter some kind of self-grooming ritual, which is weird, and then they groom EACH OTHER, which is even weirder, and then something happens which is difficult to process. All the mess they made to their manes and tails... vanish, as if by magic. You can literally see the hair moving and snapping back into place right before your very eyes. It's surreal and you don't like it.

Feeling like this might be a good time to act, you try to shout and wave your arms to get their attention, but they seem not to notice you in their bliss. They crawl onto the bed, one after the other, and collapse into a writhing mess of nuzzles and cuddles. You half expect something lewd to occur, but the pure act quickly dispels those thoughts and leaves a warm, fuzzy feeling in your heart.

Not wanting to disturb their cuddle session, you make for Pinky's tail. You aren't exactly sure what you expect to find there but you persist anyway. As you draw close you blush as you notice her... lady bits and anus. Living in a nudist society must be an interesting experience, to them, being nude is so common and boring nobody bothers to talk about it. Alongside are the grey filly's private parts. They're so close together that they're practically touching... but, ruining a perfect moment by molesting the poor unsuspecting fillies might be a bad idea. Alternatively, you could leave them be and go exploring.
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