Happy and content, I fall asleep with her in my arms.I awake early the next morning, the sun is only just rising, the darkness outside only broken by ... thin sliver of light.Hermione is still asleep, her arms still encircling me.I place my hand on hers, stroking it absent mindedly, as I catch sight of the items that have been placed at the end of the bed, just a few presents, mixed together in a jumbled pile. I can see my present to Hermione sticking out of the bottom.Mum must have dropped them. I kiss my way to your panties, I find my favourite kind on your delicious arse, black frenchies. Trailing my tongue around the top, occasionally pulling at them with my teeth. Your fingers grip harder in my hair, my hands are on your arse, playing with the elastic of your panties, I pull them slowly over your arse moving round to pull them over your pussy. They join your trousers on your ankles, I pull them over one of your feet. Making you wait longer, your starting to get frustrated I can. None of them had modified their ponies much. In fact, glory was the only one so extensively modified that reversion to a human state was impossible.After checking in, Oak returned to find glory ready for the opening parade. Her tail was in place, her fancy halter was on with its bells and red ribbons, and small bells hung from her nipple rings. Her normal boots had been changed and now her boots were ones colored to match her skin tone so it looked as though her feet had been replaced with. Finally . . . . her resistance was completely broken. I could sense the surrender as she eagerly thrust her hips in ever consuming passion.I quickly removed my pants; I don't wear any underwear. I don't want my cock restricted.She attempted to turn and look back at me when she felt the removal of the pleasure giving digits and felt the cushions sag under the weight of my knees."Please, you mustn't. I haven't taken my pill today. Please you must use protection," begged the aroused wife."Raise.