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03/22/12(Thu)02:09 No. 751178 >>751163 >Then it clicks. You haven't done that since you were young. It would be embarrassing. >You know what she's about to suggest, and start to protest, but she shushes you. >You stare at her, indignant, for the longest time, but the concerned look in her eyes never wavers. >You sigh. She's right of course, as always. You look away, apologizing for being as stubborn as you've been the last few days. >She smiles, and nuzzles you. You see her horn glowing as she pulls away, before she slowly lowers it to your forehead. >There's a strange tingling as it connects. You ask what she's doing, but she never answers, only telling you not to worry. >She slowly slides off the bed, and turns to display her rear to you. You scooch closer to her, and place your hand alongside the hole in her backside. Would you even fit now? >You place a finger inside, and another, and another. She easily widens to accommodate your whole hand. You sidle closer to the edge of the bed, and place your other arm inside of her. >Getting onto your knees, and prepare yourself, as she kneels down on her front legs to make things easier. You lean forward, and slowly begin to slide inside of her. >She deepens her kneel, and gravity takes effect, pulling you deep inside of her. Your feet finally pass through, and the once bright light from the room's fireplace is reduced to the faintest glimmer of light, visible through her foam body. >The warm, familiar confines of her body evoke feelings of nostalgia and comfort, and soon you begin to feel profoundly tired. Your eyelids droop as you curl up inside her, before falling into a deep sleep. 