[READ ME: At the end of the story, you will be presented with options you can vote on in the comments. Sometimes it will be open ended and you can write a suggestion in the comments instead; the best/most popular suggestion will win in that case. There is no set run time on this series. It can either reach completion, or something might stop me from working on it. We will see!]
 
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[Winning suggestion: let Silver Spoon take the lead and enjoy the ride.]
 
Silver Spoon swirled her tongue around Appel’s tip and massaged his sack sensually, with a level of skill he could not fathom even in most mares. Her 7 months of prostituting herself had taught her some much desired skills, albeit in a lamentably young learner. But Appel was too deep into bliss to rebuild any semblance of sound morality. He stroked her wet mane gently and let her take full charge.
 
For what felt like hours the room echoed only with the sound of splashing water, Appel’s moans, Silver Spoon’s lapping and slurping of Appel’s precum and suckling of his scrotum. She seemed surprisingly into it, despite having shown reservations against him moments earlier. Perhaps she was in a zone and did not care who the stallion was she was servicing. Was that impressive professionalism, or a jaded filly who no longer cared?
 
“Ooo!! Silver Spoon! You’re doing an amazing job!” Appel let out, not keeping his voice level in check.
 
Silver Spoon giggled and stroked his growing length in response. She wasn’t giving him any eye contact, nor any form of verbal response. His cock was her sole focus and she was treat every inch of it like it was her favourite treat.
 
“I’d love to return the favour, if you’d let me,” he offered. But once again he got no real reply.
 
Silver Spoon started to suck on the tip like it was a straw, catching any precum he was oozing out. It seemed like she enjoyed the taste quite a bit. In a sense that gave Appel some level of pride, thinking he was doing a good job sticking to a healthy diet. But he didn’t really know was any of that tasted like to begin with, so he took little of it too close to his heart.
 
A stroke over her chin suddenly aroused a response. Silver Spoon let go of his half-erect shaft and caught his hoof. She kissed it and treated it like a second penis. Was she drunk on his cock? Or was she just very good at pretending to enjoy herself a little too much. He gave up on saying anything to her at all and just pulled his hoof back. Immediately her attention turned to his stallion meat. Appel began to hum to himself, interrupted in intervals by moans, grunts, and gasps as he was brought to the inch of orgasm, but stopped shortly before he could blow a real load. She was intentionally prolonging this blowjob much longer than she could possibly need to. Was this a kink of hers’ or did she just not want the tub filled with cum? Either made just as much sense, Appel supposed.
 
For now, though, he just kept enjoying the amazing blowjob a filly was providing him with. And hopefully they wouldn’t be barged in upon any time soon, if he could keep his voice down. 
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[Continued in the next part.]