//------------------------------// // Exploration // Story: My Life with Nanaimo // by Mike the Red //------------------------------// I showed her quite a bit of my saved art on my computer, a process which took quite some time. She was fascinated by everything I was showing her, but also noted that she couldn't read the language at all. I was mystified that she was able to communicate with me by speaking but reading and writing was going to be another matter entirely. "I'm going to have to get ready for work, Nanaimo," I announced as I turned off the computer. "I'm going to be gone for about ten to twelve hours." "Um, what am I supposed to do while you're gone?" she asked, some fear evident in her voice. "You can rest in my bed if you want -- but I would also ask you not to touch anything in here until I return," I replied, my tone a little firmer than I wanted it to sound. "But -- there's nothing to do here," she lamented. She flashed me a sad puppy-dog eye look that made my heart melt. At this point I readied my work clothes and headed into the shower, turning on the water. The brown mare followed me in, checking out my nudity, flashing a sheepish grin when I met her gaze of curiosity with one of disapproval on mine. "Unless you care to join me in the shower, I suggest you provide me a little privacy, please," I stated, annoyance evident in my tone. She grinned more broadly at me and sauntered over to the tub. I raised an eyebrow at her and pulled back the shower curtain. "Are you sure you want to join me in here? I don't have any pony shampoo." "Mmh, I could use a good shower," she offered breathily. She was staring hard at my naked body, her gaze traveling down to my lower abdomen. "Something tells me there's something more than that you want," I chuckled. "But the floor of the tub can get quite slippery, and I don't want you to lose your balance and fall, or worse yet, pull me down with you -- my bones are old and fragile, and they break a lot more easily than they did 30 years ago." "Um, how old are you?" she asked. "I'm 57 years old, and not exactly in the best of health, either," I replied. "I know the tub's probably big enough for both of us, but I'm not sure how good you are at standing on your hind hooves -- and the water can get unpredictably hot and cold without warning." She continued to stare at me, bracing herself against the wall with one hoof, the other one holding the shower curtain partially back (which I tried to yank out of her hoof, but she held it with a strong grip), her gaze traveling up and down my body. I felt a cold chill run down my spine at the thought of her ogling me the way a guy might ogle a naked lady. A little drool formed at the corner of her mouth and her eyes went half lidded. I'm not sure what to think of this, this is crazy, I thought to myself, though I tried to maintain eye contact with the brown mare. "Where's your cutie mark?" she asked, point blank. "We humans don't have cutie marks -- but I've heard about some guy who got one tattooed on his butt," I chuckled. She giggled in response. She cast her gaze to my eyes, a hopeful expression on her face. She smiled warmly. I relented and let her enter the tub, though the arrangement proved to be quite intimate, to say the least. The sensation the two of us enjoyed as we soaped each other up and rinsed each other off was quite intense, both of us experiencing very intense orgasms. It was astonishing that we even had enough hot water left over to do a final rinse before exiting the tub and toweling off. "Whew, that was amazing," I offered, having developed a new level of affection for this brown earth pony mare. I was amazed to see how efficiently she used the towel to dry herself off. I watched a little too intently, gazing at certain parts of her body I didn't know even existed. Her teats were what drew my attention the most before she finally met my gaze with hers. "Hmm, if I didn't know any better, you find me irresistibly sexy," she purred, grinning slyly at me. I blushed hard at her comment, causing her to grin even wider. "I knew it," she chuckled, giggling a little more too. I was quite taken with her voice, so soft, so gentle, yet so sultry, too. I couldn't place any human similarities, but her Canadian accent was quite euphonious. I couldn't help but smile at her, her charms so irresistible, her beauty so captivating, and the fact that she was here with me for real, the immediate memory of holding her close and kissing her in the shower... "Um, you didn't tell me your name, y'know?" she giggled, bringing me out of my reverie. I blushed again out of embarrassment. I found it difficult to understand why I had suddenly developed a tendency to blush far more frequently than I had before, but I think it might have been something to do with the magic that emanated from this pony. I could feel a slight tingling whenever this magic manifested itself in whatever activity this pony engaged in that triggered the use of this magic. "My name's Michael, but I prefer to be called Mike," I replied, still maintaining eye contact with her. Her beautiful purple eyes drew me into them, the size of her eyes and expressiveness of them inspired feelings of infatuation, a very strong desire to have her as my lover, my soulmate, my life-mate, my everything. My gaze again went vacant as my mind wandered in the direction of feelings I had long considered dormant. Do I dare give myself to her completely as I did to so many other ladies in my life? I silently asked myself. I was presented with the perfect opportunity to have a female companion who would love me for who I am and not for what she could extract from me for her own personal benefit, and the prospect of having a female companion so devoted to me that she would give herself to me completely filled me with such hope that I strongly considered calling off from work for the first time in more than three decades. This mare filled me with such hope and desire that I seriously even considered quitting my job just so that I could be with her forever. She felt so right, so natural, that being without her might bring me to complete failure.