A Muzzling Good Night

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This was a promis, almost too much to belive? There had to be a catch? What were they going to ask of me, for what they had so generously given me, when they were finished. I guess the joy and pleasure simply got the better of me? I just couldn't refure the two of them.

Then I noticed something, that pink poni, 'Pinkie Pie', standing upside down, in the ceiling, as if she had been standing on the floor. How ever she managed it, even with a full set of suckercups, for hooves? Then again, I guess it is due to being a pink poni, named 'Pinkie Pie'? For now, I did not allow it, her to distract me, from what I was given. I had all the time in the world, to ponder that, and her?

Had the pink poni walked up there, in order to distract me, or was it just another of her countless antics? I can never quite wrap my mind around her, how she actualy see things. Just don't tell me, she is just an animated character for a childrens show?

She may be the pony known as 'Pinkie Pie', who originated from within the land of Equestria, but this is still so much more,
then the poni from this show, even if I know I loved it, as a little girl, more then a decade ago? If it could actually be that long since?

The younder sister had just produced a gel, with utmost curious and extraordinary properties, I'm just about to lean, just what these were? Actually, the entire set of gels are way out there, almost as if it had been invented by Pinkie Pie herself? What I experience, is her slipping the gel in under my rump, teasing the skin around, out to about an inch out, and then about an inch inside of the rear eorifice? What it was for, I realised, before I had hoped to, as I felt myself contract around her finger, on instinct, nonetheless?

“How did that feel?” she enquired, as she moved for the next gel.

“Surpricingly exciting, and captivating, I guess is what I should say?” I responded.

“That'd make sense!” she responded, as she teased my now contracted rear orifice.

Oh, it only contracted, when something came into contact of the two inch deeep adjusted flech of my rear cheaks, how curious. Noly now I soon realised what she was about to impose upon me, as the gel slowly spread onto the skin. Little by little, the skin grew sensitive, and excitable, ofhorce, there had to be a purpose behind this? I just did not know, and dared not ask, right now.

“Since you are with us. Aside from the fact that I could swear you're enjoying it!” the elder sister pointed out, just as she had finished a tease she had prepared for me, all the while I had been distracted by Pinkie at large, but also her younger sister.

“Who'd know? I had never imagined myself with hooves like these?” I indicated my now glistering black hooves, she had just made to fuse to the floor, where she had nudged them into alignment, for her very own purposes?

“On the other rubbery hoof, your pleasant precence doesn't hurt. Not that I mind Pinkie either, as much of a distraction as she may be, antics and all, but I wouldn't swap my fate, for just about anything!” I then finished.

“How onvenient, since you can't!” the elder sister teased.

“Oh, but ofhorce. That's the way of things, but I guess I did choose where I was spending this night!” I responded.

Now the younger sister approached me, gel glistering on her hand, as she placed it onto the flesh, slowly rubbing it in, all over my mound. To my surprice, I soon noticed how the gel made my mound increase in size, little by little, as she rubbed in the gel, just a handful at the time, until she was pleased with how my mound came out. It had been, as if I had been her unfinished sculpture, and she improved upon me. Now my mound is fairly generous.

Then I feel her hands on the skin, as she covered my mound with yet more of her gel, only to make it feel a rubbery elastic? While she kept spreaing the gel, it feels slippery, but just for the short instant, until my skin absorbed it. Now she continued with the next gel, rubbing it in as my skin slowly firmed up, until it felt almost as if it had been the skin, the way it had felt, when I had arrived here.

She then chose another gel, and I realised the skin slowly grew sensitive, almost as if there was an electric tingle to the skin under her hand, as she rubbed my mound. I allowed myself to moan, before I realised I had done it. Maybe I shouldn't complain, and she did not let on, as if she never had heared it, as if she did not know how I was feeling?

Then she picked the next, spreading it over my mound, little buy little, until the skin had been fully saturated, and swapped to the final gel, a lubricant, as it proved to be. This isn't just slippery, but seal in all the good she had rubbed in, into the skin of my mound, now more like rubber, then any kind of skin I ever knew of, or heared of?

She simply moved on, spreading gel onto my orchid, sculpting it into the beautifull blossom she liked to see, knowing I was to enjoy it, more then I would be ready to admit.

She just kept working, now making my orchid contract around, what ever came into contact, or inserted into my orchid. She had saturated the skin of the orchid, from the outer rim, and all the way inside. Ofhorce, I could feel the effects slowly take hold as she was working, rubbing the clear gel all over my rubbery orchid, and the sensation just couldn't come into words.

She teasingly spread a deep purple gel over the blossom, my orchid, as if she had been painting it, and the effect is exactly as I had expressed it, my orchid now the same deep purple. Then she started to spread a gel that increased sensitiity and exitability. That's when her action really did sink in, as she slowly and carefully rubbed it in, from the outside and in. the chock is, I'm no longer sensitive, on the small spot, known as the clitoris, it is the entire orchid, and it is more sensitive, then I thought was enjoyable, but I failed to come up with any point of complaints as she completed the job, as the skin had been fully saturated.

From here, she soon gave me the first of two parts, sealing all the work in. The gel was to hold the lubricating effect in place. Once she had spread this all over the orchid, not just the blossom, but all the way inside, she started to spread the gelatinous lubricant over my orchid. Only once the thick gel was finally covering the entire orchid, she was letting go.

“Sorry, I'm not quite done, but I'm fairly sure you'll enjoy the rest!” the younger sister pointed out.

“No!?” I said with fained dissapointment.

“Oh, but ofhorce not!” she just pointed out, as she moved on, picking the next gel. This time, the gel went right to my jigglies, first the right, then the left. I could feel the changes, right then and there, as they slowly started to take on the size B-Cup, and changed form into what could only be refered to, as Cup-Cakes, for all I could say. Guess I couldn't complain, at least, not yet, but I had not seen the end result, either.

Then I noticed her spreading, what could be a gel adhecive? I felt her hands rubbing it in, even after it had been absorbed, and the skin saturated. Then she spread, what was to pass for the lubricant? My jigglies now glistering with the thick gel, slippery to the touch, but in a jubilant manner, I know I was growing to apreciate.

That's when I realised, she had started to spread a gel on the nibbles as well. I could feel, as well as see how they were slowly swelling, until they were as large as she desired them to be, or about an inch in length? Then she moved on to a thick gel, making them start to feel like stiff rubber, almost as if they had been fully errected?,And then they turned a rough texture, just as my orchid was. Now the next gel, it was teasing me ever fourth, as I had no idea as to that this was making me capable of lactating, on the predefined stimulation. I was to learn this, soon enough, though.

Now she spread a semi transparent gel, making my nibbles a slight step towards the cerise in hew. That was only teasing me further, maybe because I saw the elder sister look excitedly at me, just as the effect had taken effect?

Naturally, she then covered my nibbles with the gel adhecive, just as her habit seems to demand out of her. I fell her fingers keep teesing my nibbles, untell the gel had been fully absorbed, the skin saturated. Then she added the final tease, making my nibbles slippery. She really did have me going there.

“I take it, you do have something more, for me? Looking at your grin, you just gotta have a final ace in the hall?” I pondered.

“Oh, there is!” she just teased, as she started to cover my entire face with another clear gel.

Then she picked up what could only be a skin tone muzle, of equine nature? I could feel her hands pressing it onto my face, as it cover both my mouth, and my nose.

To my surprice, it wasn't hindring my breathing. I could feel the air flow in and out, through my nostrils.

Then she started to cover my face with the gel, once more, even if it was merely an identical gel, this time it was sealing the muzzle in place, rather then giving a suport, as a foundation for it. I had no idea of said specifics, but what the hay?

“If you close your eyes?” the elder sister pointed out in an instructive manner.

Then the younger sister slowly painted eye shadows on my eyes, right and left, upper and lower lids. She finsihed by applying a clear gel, over the lids, in part sealing the effect, but also increasing the thickness of the eye lids, even if I wasn't awear of this, until I was to open my eyes, maybe a minute later?

I realised she tended to my eye lashes as well, going on experience, I guessed she applied a clear gel, for foundation, then the next, a glistering black, just for the looks of it.

Only now I felt her stretching them, and curling them up, and in on themselves, before she applied the final clear, and thus finishing off, by sealing her work. With that, she had finished the make-up

“Open your eyes, and stand up!” the elder sister instructed me, but whit a somewhat amused tone to her voice.

I complied, there was no point in refusing? As I opened my eyeds, I could see the gel sht elder sister holds up for her younger sister. The younder sister spreading clear gel all over my body, which was confusing me, I had expected her to have finished the work. Only now she moved on to a black gel, slowly 'painting' the suit, right onto my skin. I saw how the suit, replacing what I had arrived in slowly took shape, and growing thick. She apparently wan't happy with it, before she had given me a full quarter inch of thickness to the suit. Then she just covered it in clear gel, finishing the process.

“Looking great!” the elder sister exclaimed.