Who would have thought? I could remember the Dr. Susan Block show from Real Sex on HBO so many odd years ago. More than I care to remember. More that I try to forget. I was going to be on the Doc Block Show, no less. A stray pony from Kansas deported by immortal porpoises for sated lions?

Damn I'm blonde…

Driving into LA from San Fran on Friday night, I felt positively cosmopolitan. This was going to be fun even if it hurt. I earned this with the patience of a Buddhist monk. Now was time for fat Buddha. Let the excess abound. After all, it was Doc's birthday.

We slid into town late and popped into our Moroccan style hotel room complete with vaulted ceilings and concrete floor. How cozy? But somehow it worked. The room felt warm just by its attitude as we settled in. the dark brown tones of the room blended into a seamless whole especially if you squinted. I pretended to be halfway round the globe.

Master took His place in bed and beckoned for me to curl up at his side. Everything He needed lay within easy reach on the bedside table. So I turned off the light and danced towards bed, my left foot taking the last step in good faith only to find the darkest treachery. Three toes slammed into the leg of the dark brown ottoman, pushed against the foot of the bed like a rock.

Broken toes look like rotten fruit. I had forgotten that certain bulbous nature that defined the inner bloat of tortured sinew and bone. It makes me remember a red tennis shoe that had to be cut off my swollen foot. I was too embarrassed to tell anyone I had kicked the tetherball pole. After all, I was only seven and it was the same three toes to boot. (Pun intended)

The next morning I shaved everything from the eyelashes down and got dressed for the Erotica LA conference. My Master helped me gimp my way around one-fourth of it and I found the hottest little mandarin collar teddy number, which I am just itchin' to wear. (Is there a gimp themed party coming up? *pout* We both agreed it was kinda lame (re-pun intended) and vanilla but I didn't see any of the shows or stay very long -- so what do I know?

I did see this one hot girlie on the bull ride cowboy machine thingy. She looked so bored. I wanted to knock her off and writhe all over the place but everything was so freakin' vanilla. Besides, she wouldn't have noticed, and I needed the seat. Besides, I didn't want to scare anybody… *crossed eyes*

We returned to my hotel room and I got ready for the Doc Block Show. When we arrived they could tell how nervous I was. They plied me with alcohol -- with complete success, I might add. It was two beers and a rum-n-Coke later, and before I knew it the show was on.

First Doc called Bethany Sweet up to tantalize the audience. She was quite delectable and got me chomping at the bit to get out there in front of everybody and the world. *squirm* Well, the whole world as far as I was concerned. So many people would see me. I was more than eager; I was horny. We didn't get to play last night. *re-pout*

So Doc called me out and before I knew it I was on the bed with her and Bethany. I wished Doc a happy B-day and soon the other women were added to the mix. It was a blonde hurricane. Several of us had microphones and it was pure chaos as we all tried to talk at once. Soon I dropped the mic and just settled back to enjoy the ride.

Doc's bed was jammed with stuffed phalluses and vibrators. Everything was erotic, including the aphrodisiacs we ate. I loved the stuffed cock 'n' balls with the president Bush mask on its head. Draw your own conclusions...

Somehow the conversation got around to pussies and Doc looked at me. So I just pulled out my chick stick. Even though "she" was camera shy, I showed off my "Princess Allison" piercing anyway. I'm not sure if Doc Block knew I was transgender until that moment. She looked so surprised. I don't think she did.

After that Brittany Andrews (another gorgeous blonde) announced she wanted to fuck somebody with her strap-on. I blurted out as fast as I could "ME!" and raised my hand without a blink. Her cock was so big. What had I gotten myself into? Just what you always wanted, dummy, keep your mouth shut... or open, depending.

She spit on my tight little sphincter and curled her lip. Barely had I taken this in before she wiggled for home and slammed it in hard. I arched my back and let out a high-pitched squeal of surprise, pleasure and pain. A nice cocktail, if I do say so myself -- butt of course (pun intended).

Everyone joined in and I felt hands claw and pinch my back. I could barely keep myself from being fucked off camera. I just let go and let them have every bit of me. I came and I came inside sending ripples through my body, and I was gone.

Then I noticed the contrast created by the silence in the room. A moment before I knew it had been…? Been? Where was I? I thought followed closely by… don't panic. I looked around at the red carpet. What are those light doing over there… and the equipment? Whose leg is that? Who am I again? It was too much. I sat up with a jerk and went:

"AAHHH!!! WHERE AM I??????"

"You're on the Doc Block Show! Its OK, its OK!" The girls calmed me down and I remembered instantly. I had never hit sub space so hard in my life. They fucked me right out of this reality. I was messy. *blush*

Bethany helped me in the bathroom and I was vaguely coherent. I couldn't hold my train of thought and babbled -- about what I have no idea. I think Bethany thought I was on drugs. Nope, just the alcohol. I am very lucky to be so sensitive. My eyes roll back in my head sometimes when Master plays with me... when I go away. In retrospect, what else could she think? I make so many false impressions. It's a gift.

So then I floated around for a time and saw Doc getting her b-day spanking on the spanking horse. I decided to wait my turn since I was kinda not in Domme mode. I was definitely searching for a seat. (Poor tootsies). After Doc and everyone else moved away I made my move. I hobbled my way over, climbed on the horsy and presented my butt to the air. Soon I had plenty of attention, almost more than I could handle... (Again). It was a night of writhing and being put through my paces (insert irony here). As things dwindled to a close I noticed how swollen my foot was and my BUTT... the show must always go on.

It was a moment in the life of a pony. I thought I had felt everything -- but this? Maybe there were more surprises out there for me? I just had to be open and not hold anything back. I had found my way out of the woods. This was the beginning of my new sexual definition. Soon I would realize all my sexuality and learn to put fear aside. But that is another story...

An Evil Pony Girl On Live TV - by Tori Ann McCabre aka Evil Pony Girl

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