A Muzzling Good Night

by Ponyess

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro, Romance, Random, Pinkie Pie, Crossover, Sex
Length: 13991

It all begun with muzzling. Only to be continued, as we saw the film 'Equestria-Girls', and found Pinkie Pie jumping right out of the screen, just after we had changed the 'perspective'? Ofcause, hyper as she is, she agreed to ta

Two gels are required, one in the night, and one in the morning. In between, the joy of choice, chosen, in the faint light of the night light, shining down on the pillow. I had it all prepared, knowing only of the joy I had been looking forwards to.

This is how it had to go down, it is the only way, or the spirit of it would be lost. How, I don't know. I had it all prepared, a friend at my side, in the large double bed, queen size, as it were.

I had just applied the gel, as a foundation, in preparation for a make-up. Isn't that how? I know of no other way, could I have been mistaken.

Lifting up my muzzle, holding it in both hands. Holding it lightly, moving my hands up to my face, enjoying the feeling of the act, the action. Slowly pushing the muzzle up to my face, pressing it towards the lower part of my face, feeling it press up to my lips as the tip slipped into my mouth, as my lips parted. Covering my face, not just my lips, and nose? I felt it evenly.

Once my hands felt to my sides, the muzzle still stay in place on my face, sticking gently, yet firmly. I did not tempt fate, what if it fell off?

I had covered the back of the muzzle with a gelt of rubber, identical in composition to the gel, covering my face, soon absorbed, yet coating the entire of my face, from hair line, down to the throat, and from ear to ear. The gel merely leaving a ntly contained a glistering compond, equal to the foundation, and the gel in, or behind the muzzle. What it had done to me, aside from making me incapable to prevent the muzzle slipping into my mouth, in between my lips?

As I did, what I had planned, what I had in mind to do, I had watched, with large, widened eyes, as my friend did as I, not as a reflection, but by a will of her own. Had I hoped, beyond hope, or just enjoyed, her taking part, sharing the bed with me?

With some anticipation, we had climbed up, and into the bed, I had taken the right side, she the left. Muzzle firmly in place, secure on, and in my moth. I had not known, or noticed the change, such as it came over me. What could it possibly be, what had been to expect?

The gel had been slippery, when applied, how could it make my muzzle stick to my face? Only that is only half the story, the rest, is to come, but only after the full night of sleep? Is it my image of self, shifting with time, and untold dreams? Or is it, when I was to see my face in the mirror, the following morning?

Slipping the quilt over my fair skinned body, my head soon found its place, onto the top of my pillow. Like that, I had closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

Had it worked, and what had I anticipated, and expected, out of what the night had to offer, for the two of us. Ofcause, the morning, but a few hours ahead. That's when, I am to wake up, awaken, to what I had chosen for myself.

Published 2014-01-03 17:40:09 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-12 08:24:24 UTC

A New Day: 2

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We had shared the breakfast. Eating is strange, when the muzzle is like this. I'm, not fully accustomed, to everything the changes brought about. Even if I can't say I have a problem with the image of self. The memories, and recolections of the past had never gotten in the way. I see myself, such as I am. I had no problems, with the fact I had not always been, the way I am now.

It was but the face, we had changed? I like the way I look now, as if I had been meant to look like this. The Ears, the muzzle, and my eyes, the way they are, right now.

Every time I see her ears, pointing up, I feel the happiness from her, like you'd see the grinning face. I still do smile, but it is more distinct now. My ears makes it more clear, gives me more depth to expressions. You wouldn't know the half of it?

There is no magic involved, all images of me, and her, from before the change, will still look as they did, from the first day, I'm not resenting it. Not just because I never was the resentful gal? What'd that accomplish, what'd I gain? I stay on top, smiling; it's who I am, just as I was.

Since I gained no new teeth, it grew into a more of a pony set of teeth, I guess you'd say. If I was feeling like it, I could place a bit in, hands down, no problem, that's where the gap is, as if it had been the idea, in the first place? Of course, why would I, I have no plans on these games, even if that may chance, if the motivation was to slip into my field of vision? Which isn't the case at the time. It isn't why I changed, or changed myself in the first place.

I like how my muzzle came out, just as I enjoy the smoothness of the skin. There still isn't a single hair in my face, short of the hairs around my eyes, which I had, even before I changed. They may have grown longer, I'm not sure, but then, I changed overnight. It isn't long enough, for me to know. I guess that'd grow distinct, with time, over about a month, or so? It's more a reasonable time frame, for that to take hold.

I had examined my face, both in the mirror, and by hands. I can't see a seam, there is no sine of exactly where the changes started, or any origin of them. I can't feel any differences, as such. I have the muzzle, but it is as if I had been born with it, the jaws grew longer, in order to fill the jaws. The skin just cover my face, evenly, just as it has always done. My complexion is the same, and the muscles moved into the propper places, for me to control my jaws, my ears, my eyes, and everything else in my face.

I had not changed, my body is the same. Even if my ears moved, and changed, it did barely change my hair, in the least. I know my hair style, can clearly be recognized as me, just the same as well.

Since my breakfast is over and done with, and I had prodded and probed my face, there is nothing more to it. I like how I look, and enjoy the way it feels to the touch, but I don't need to keep confirming it. Thankfully, I'm not one of the shallow, self absorbed galls. I only check my face once in the morning, and just before bed. In case I had applied a make-up, in the morning. This isn't. No point with the late reexamination.

I had put on a pair of panties, and a top. Then I had slipped into the skirt, I felt most comfortable with the skirt, no need for more. Then I had put a pair of socks on, and the shoes I used to love wearing, when I go out. Nothing more was required?

I tossed my minimal girlish back pack over the shoulder, it's where I keep everything I may need, like money, the keys to my home, and what ever else I have on my person.

With that, I left the home. She wear the same, basically. Maybe this is a good time, go shopping? If I had been using glasses, I would have required a new pair, and a new examination of my eyes, i'd figure, thankfully, neither of us were, and neither did we feel, as if it was asked for, to go check, right now.

“Where do we go to? Where'd you like to go first?” I asked.

“Either the video store, or the jewlerer?” she suggested, tentatively, with a slightly more pronounced giggle to her voice, her ears pointing forwwards, and focusing on me, firmly.

“Jewlery, as in rings, bracelets, Necklaces, or ear rings, or, something else?” I asked curiously, mainly out of confused curiosity, since neither of us were really into them.

“Naeh, I guess that's not quite the idea. I could have bought these, any day of the week already. I haven't really changed my taste all that much. Have we changed that much, in any direction, not to mentioning this?” she tentatively grinned back.

“I thought I was hoping you would say something to that point. I can't say I was feeling, as if I was looking for any of these classical jewleries. Which doesn't say I don't like to look my best. I guess, what we're looking for, is something crafter out of fine leather, then?” I put forth, tentatively, teasing the grounds, in order to probe both my own feelings, and hers.

She may have been a very good friend, for a ery long time, yet, darting off, on a limb, still just isn't me. Maybe I'm still the cautious, curious gall I had always been? Hoping for the best, lookng at my friends for suport?

“Let's hit the leather district. There just may be someone, ready to craft something for us?” she blurted out, excitedly, not too much out of character?

The walk wasn't overly long, at this point. Looking into the first and second window, but not quite finding them enticing anough, worth even asking. At the third, it finally did look, as if it is what I had in mind, and she soon was with me, pulling the door, allowing entrance, for the both of us.

“Are you crafting to measure?” she asked simply, in an innocent fashion, still without managing to hide a giggle on her voice.

“Yes, we do, I do!” the girl tending the counter repplied, eagerly, in hope to make the impression, leading not just to a sale, but to the good relation, eliciting a good word to friends, when the crafted product had left the shoppe.

“Premium grade, good for long term wear?” I uttered, casting a quiet, and quick side glance at my friends face, as to give an indication.

“Oh yes. What did you have in mind?” she then replied.

“I was pondering a pink, or cerise head dress. I hope it would go well with my features, complexion and face?” she responded, giggling eagerly, with an eager and emphatical tone of voice, returning my side glance.

“Oh!” she just gasped, finally grasping the intent, and realising what we were looking for.

“These are not common, but I'm sure I could create, what you're looking for. I love a challenge, every now and in a while. What width and thickness are you looking for?” she enquired, looking curiously into my eyes.

“Half the inch should be just right? I think medium thickness would do just fine, just not sure, the exact measurements there!” I explained.

“A head dress? Something like this?” she enquired, as she quickly drew a sketch of what she imagined, I had been asking for?

I was looking at the sketch, as she worked it out, knowing my friend intently followed her work as well. Neither of us had worn any the like, but on the other hoof, it's our first day, with muzzle, instead of nose. If you don't have a muzzle, the head dress just wouldn't make any sense, what so ever, would it?

“If possible, could you make it a single part?” I pressed further.

“I could!” she responded, as she slowly took my measurements, then the measurements of my friend.

From there, she drew up the outlines on a new slip of paper. Then she carefully cut the paper out, before she made me try the sketch over my face. My friend then had a chance to try hers on. After a few minor adjustments; it came out, just right.

The only buckle, fastened behinf the neck. It made sense? The measurements was just about good enough. With three inches of extra leather, for the buckle, it soon was fitting as intended. I was pondering if I fear the tightness, or love it, but settled for the later.

“Thanks!” I replied, as we paid for the service and products she created, for the two of us, before leaving for the video store.

It's a decorative head dress, nothing of utilitarian nature. It did fit snugly, in a comfortable fashion. The colour did go well with my complexion, for all I care.

A Late Night: 3

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The visit to the video store had gone well. I had found a ilm I had been looking for, for quite the while. We had gotten home, with a nice selection. The mood was kind of a 'Peep-Squek'

When we had seen the second of the films, something odd happened. I had chosen to change the perspective, as it was called. What caught us by surprice, is how the characters in the film reacted. Or rather, how they had failed to react to it. For all of a sudden, the pink poni had simply bounced out of the screen, only to land on my table before the screen. In shock, she had simply stopped in mid leap.

Thankfully, the table had not crashed under her weight. If she had stood before me, her muzzle would incidentally have been hitting my mound, which made for a rather sizeable poni.

She instantly paused the film, but the poni on the table had not been affected, possibly since she is in effect not in the film, since she stood on the table?

“Whoa!” the poni squeaked in her hyper fashion.

“I'm Pinkie Pie!” the poni had uttered, in a casual presentation, once she had gathered her wits.

“Excuse me!” I had stated, as I rushed out, hitting a store, buying a few supplies, for what I had in mind.

I had found, what I had in mind. I knew what I desired.. The choice was between the pink of her body, and the red of desire. I ended up, buying both. Then I returned.

“Have a seat, join us, as we see the rest?” my friend had suggested.

The poni obviously accepted her offer. She soon had found herself in the middle of our sofa, looking intently at the film. Idly comenting on the film, as if she never had seen it, or a film of anything, even if she had been spot on, when she was there.

I had managed to get the hoof prints of the poni, and excused myself, a few times, in order to produce a set of boots for her, even though, I had made them into sucker cups. The boots are made out of the same rubber, as we had initially used. The same rubber, I had in mind, polishing her hooves with.

“Would you mind if I polished your hooves, Pinkie?” I asked, just as the film came to an end

“Mind?” she squeaked, in excited aproval.

“Just lift a hoof at the time, and I'd give you a nice 'pedicure'!” I had offered her.

She excitedly lifted her right hoof, allowing me to give her the treat, and I soon starrted to paint it with the clear polish or gel. A moment later, as the gel had been absorbed, while her hoof still is glistering, she lifter her lift hoof, and I continued, polsishing it for her. Apparently, she was enjoying the offered treat, at least, this far. She then continued, presenting her right, hind hoof, and I polished it, just as carefully, not to miss a single spot. Then I polished the final hoof.

“Shiny!” she commented, as she looked at her hooves.

“Yeah. I like shiny. Besides, it did come out grand!” I replied.

“Looks just as good as it felt!” she then pointed out.

“I have something more for you, for just before bed time!” I announced.

Then we continued, looking at the next film. After the film, we went out of the room, and into the bed room.

“I hope you'd like them. Red, or pink?” I teased the Poni.

“Usually, I'd go with pink. Maybe I should try the red!” she then considered.

I presented her with the red boots I had prepared for her. She gingerly placed her hooves at them, one at the time, finding the fit to her liking. Then she walked around the room, tentatively, curiously bouncing about, in her peep squeak manner, before she settled down.

“Thanks!” she offered, in gratitude, before we all went to bed.

Thankfully, we had two fairly wide beds, placed side by side.

“Would you like to have the center spot?” I offered, and she nodded, slipping up, and into the bed.

Author's Note

Just introduced Pinkie Pie into the scene.

Early Surprice: 4

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I had woken up, in a bed I know I had never been in, before the night I arrived here. It's my first night in this bed, and home, of whom ever I had apparently become a guest. Maybe I shouldn't mind.

In part, for the generous pedicure, I had been offered. I couldn't just turn it down. I had enjoyed it. Then, just before bed time, I had been given a set of 'boots', much like the sucker cups I had used, at some time, before. Now, they still cling to my hooves. I guess I did not mind. They're not supposed to fall off, unless I want to take them off. I had not wanted to.

“Want me to finish your pedicure?” the girl offered me.

“Yes, please do finish it!” I had responded, with an excited giggle to my voice.

First she had polished my hooves, one at the time, as I presented them. First she had coated the boots. I had patiently enjoyed her treat. Not considering exactly what she was doing. She had given the boots a second coating? I had failed to realise, just what she was doing. I had felt the brush, as if she had actually been polishing my hooves, not the boots? Maybe I should have noticed, she was actually polishing over not only my hooves, but also the boots. She had then polished the boots, once more, only to finish, by the final coating of the top of the boots.

It feels as if the boots are my hooves. Maybe I should have realised, reacted? I had not. Just enjoying the treat. Then I had slipped out of the bed entirely, taking a few steps, before I stopped.

I think I felt something wet, as if she was coating my mound, then my rear orifice? Then she had coated my orchid. Then I should have protested, as something slipped in from behind? A small entry plug. Even if I had no idea, as to what it was, or what it's good for, any more, then I knew why it had been inserted. I was to learn this fact, as I feel something slip in, and I knew I was contracting around the item. I had no control of the new reflex. It feels strange.

I looked up at the face of the hostess, the girl before me. I knew she isn't a poni of any kind, yet she did have a muzzle, very poni like, for all I could say. Just as the colour of the girl, not a fillie, is very odd to me.

“Oh, you have a muzzle, just like me?” I then uttered in stark realisation.

“Yes, we do. And ears. If you take a step closer?” she then suggested, giggling with a strange expression on her face, as if, there was something more?

I now stood, just but a step from her, looking at her, puzzled. Wondering, just what she was, and where I am. I could clearly recognize the face, not as much freom a poni, but the face is still recognizable, almost as if she was someone I should recognize? Not so much, because I had been sleeping over, with her, and what appeared to be her friend. It is something else. Is that it? She was having a face of a Poni? For it was, what was looking back at me.

Her face, not quite the pink of my hide, but a different pink, lighter, for starters, and a somewhat different hue to it. Something that just couldn't quite make sense. Or, could it?

I was trying to look closer, I see her hide, even if she was standing way too close for me to see her face, as it were. As if she had been standing on her hind hooves?

“You're wet!” I sniffed with an excited giggle, but the words just stopped right there.

“Yes. You're in just the right position to enjoy it, by the looks, and sound of your voice?” she then concluded, giggling excitedly, as if she desired me to take the one step, but then, I hear a sound, I couldn't quite place, just before she stepped forwards, and I found my muzzle, actually touching her mound, and it was indeed wet.

“You wanted me to? Since you seems excited, eager?” I tried to say, my muzzle far too peed in the mound, my lips now pressed up against the wet orchid.

I momentarily made a half hearted attempt to take a small step back, in order to ask, I almost felt my hooves off of the floor, but then, just the next instant, I realised, it was but the hooves, stretching, and I did not get any further back. I found the one thing to do, my lips parted, in order for me to do, what I thought she wanted, and the scent was teasing me forwards, it was just too exciting, it was exciting me.

Her mound, only pressing further, as if in anticipation, her hands on the sides of my face, fingers just under my chin, and I closed my eyes in anticipation, as my tongue slipped out, escaping my mouth.

There was something strange to her hands, not just that they were not fore hooves, as her smiling face had made me feel was suggested. Maybe it wasn't the initial smoothness either? There was something more, something else, but I just couldn't put my hoof to it, not just because my hooves seems to refuse to let go of the floor in her room?

I could clearly feel her fingers caress me, my hide, under my chin. Somehow, it just felt so right. As if she was confirming I was doing exactly what she had wanted me to do all along, she was desiring it, and for me to do it? By some chance, I had been just in the right spot. I couldn't escape it.

My tongue initially dancing around, on the outside, the outskirts of the orchid. She was indeed wet, I could feel it now, since my tongue had touched her. Ofhorse she wanted it, she was aiding me, helping my head stay in place, in just the right possition, even if, by chance, I would have been spot on, already.

Feeling the slippery stiffness of the orchid, only teasing me further, driving me on. I couldn't regret it, even if I could have moved away. I just felt, how I brought a smile to her face. It is, what I do, and who I am. Isn't it. Even if it isn't how I used to do it? I was getting confused. Yet, it felt right. I could get used to it. The taste? I like, or love how she felt. Feeling her happy alone?

She had presented herself, in such a teasing manner, the excitement, the joy out of, what ever it was?

Then, I dared to push, just a little further, maybe, just maybe, in hope to get closer, to taste more of the juices, to have it more undiluted? I certainly did want more. I desired it, as it occurred to me, I knew it. I can't deny it.

With every instant, the desire grew stronger. Just as I knew, this is where I wanted to be. I couldn't turn back. There was no way I could, and not just because my hooves seemed to refuse to take me away, out of the spot. I had ceased to try moving back.

Slightly, bit by bit, she had allowed my tongue to advance further, and inwards. I feel her around my tongue, and she is tight. I wanted for her to be. Only then, something happened, there's a chift in, how it felt. Not that it felt less right, and it couldn't feel any more right..

What happened, is that I slowly felt a pulse, she had started to pulse around my now outsretched tongue. I knew what that means. I was making her happy, truly happy.

She was making wimpering litle noices, moaning, with every pulse? They were fairly far apart, this early, but were steadily growing closer, and stronger?

She still was rubbing the underside of my chin, but the fingers tensed up, with every pulse. Just as the juices increased, grew thicker, each time. Her thickening juices, only driving me on, how could I resist? I did not want to, just as I couldn't even want to, there is no room for such a thought.

Trying my best, swallowing the increasing amout of thickening juices, even when it grew harder to move my tongue, as her excitement mounted. It grew harder and harder, moving my tongue, as she grew tighter, as the pulse grew fast and strong. Though she was still slippery enough, for me to keep teasing her, in order to keep the juices flowing. I had realised, I desire her juices.

Then it popped into my mind, her juices are so sweet, I couldn't imagine, I had been imagining it all?

In the end, she had pressed me in so far, so firmly, I could barely breathe, yet the excitemnt still pushed me further, as my tongue kept playing inside of her, eliciting her juices to flow freely, increasing, and thickening, all over my tongue, and down my throat?

She apparently had me, exactly where she wanted me, where her desire dictated, for me to be. I guess my mind was starting to feel like a blur?

Reversal, and Change of Pase: 5

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She had made that one final sigh, and I had heard a click, as if the light had been turned off, or on. Just as the time, just as she step forwards, teasing me in, inside of her?

The other girl standing behind me, while the first, apparently exhausted, had moved back to the bed.

All of a sudden, the next thing I knew, she had pulled me off of my hooves, and off of the floor. Then I found my hooves pressed towards the celing, first gently, then firmly. Then her hands apparently had let go of me. I still do stand upside down, but as if I had been standing on the floor, as my hooves still are firmly onto the smooth surface. I'm not falling.

Then, there was the click. I knew what it meant. I had managed to gather as much. I was finally back to myself enough, to have the single clear thought.

For a moment, I pulled at each and every one of my hooves in turn, maybe just the tentative challenging attempt, in order to know, I wasn't falling.

Only that's when I realised, just what she had had in mind, as she had moved around, now standing behind me, hands on my hips, holding me firmly I felt her leaning in, her muzzle pressing in on my mound, my orchid. Only now, something was strange, not quite wrong, just not as I had recalled it to feel. What had happened, and what had they done to me? I just giggles, as I felt her hands on my flank.

“Uh, oh. What are you doing?” I had managed to utter.

“For now, I'm teasing you. Probing just how much fun you can take, when it is given to you!” she just giggled in a energetting frency.

I felt a finger, on my rump, clearly in between, and soon on the crack. Initially, I had tried to prevent the finger from entering, but to no avail, even though I soon realised, I was contracting firmly around, what was entering me. Just as I had been incapable of preventing her finger from entering, I clearly is just as incapable of pushing it out.

All the time it was inside, I could clearly feel I was contracting, I couldn't even controle the contraction in the least, for as long as it was inside.

Then, just at the time she was withdrawing her finger, I realised, she was just making a point, in the name of a good tease? She told me, I had no control of the orifice, for as long as she was teasing it. Even if I had missed the one final detail, what ever it was. Yet, she had made the point. There was something she had done to me, on purpose.

I feel her muzzle, squarely on my mound, her lips parting, just the way I had done it, as her friend, or sister had been enjoying me. Just as then, there was no way I could escape, what she had in mind for me. I had no reason, no interest to escape. Maybe I already enjoyed it, too much?

Her muzzle on my mound, already feeling just right. Only it was more, then it had been. My now expectantly generous mound, feeling her muzzle press further. I wanted to push myself towards her, but she had my flanks in a firm grip, holding me just where she wanted me to be.

Then I feel her tongue on my orchid, it's wet, and I knew it, just as she did know it. She had teased me, in order to mount up, to just that. I had been lost, and lost control of the situation.

Her tongue slipping over my orchid, just the way I had done to the other girl. First now, I realised, my orchid felt just like hers had. And now, just as she was finally slipping in, even if just the slightest, I was contracting. I couldn't help it. Just as I couldn't help, just how wet I am. There was no escaping it, and I do enjoy it.

If not for the excitement. A moan just escaped my lips. She had managed to make me enjoy her. She elicited all the sensations she knew was to push me further. Making me wet, and I knew I was flooding. She was enjoying my juices? Just as I had enjoyed the juices of the other girl?

Excitement made me slowly start to blush, I had not realised.

I'm lost, and I knew it. There was no escaping the experience, or what it made to me. I can't help enjoying, what she made to me, for me. Even if I knew she was enjoying it too.

My moans growing deeper, longer, stronger, as she keep me in check, pushing me further, towards where I wanted to go, she knew it.

Her muzzle, slowly but inevitably pushing further, harder, and her tongue, excitedly pushing every furhter inside of me, eliciting more of my juices to flow, thickening.

I was contracting around her, though I realised, as I came the first time, thus initiating the first pulse, that then grew stronger, faster, with every movement of her tongue. She insistantly kept going, tentatively mov8ng, teasing me even further, yet further, then I had dared to think she could, anyone could.

There was no pushing her out. I did not want to, even though I can't stop contracting around her, her tongue.

She just kept it up, and there seems to be no end in site. My mind, soon started to move slower, as if in anticipation of the blur, just leeving room for the one thing, the joy she gave me.

The pleasure just spreading, growing stronger. My thought just couldn't dispell it. I could think of nothing, but what she was doing, what she was doing to me. I wanted her, and what she was doing. She had made me desire her.

Feeling her joy, and how she enjoyed what she gave me, made me feel good, happy about what rtrancpired, I can't deny it, now could I? Even stuck upside down, hanging from her celing, trapped.

How long had she been at it, at me? I had lost track of time. I did not know, I had been unprepared, for just how far her warmth could spred, and just how intence I am already feeling it. And it is still growing, spreading. There seems to be nothing stopping it, or stopping her?

Ofcause it had to end, even if I had forgotten all about it? She could not keep this up forever, or could she? If so, how long was I to last, even if I knew full well, just how much she was enjoying me?

Ofcause I'm wet, soaked. I felt as if, if she had not been thee, licking my juices, I would have been folooding. As if it was to flow passed the foald of the orchid? Even if?

I sighed, as I realised, she had moved away. She had made me enjoy myself, just as she had enjoyed me, enjoyed teasing me, as I enjoyed her. Yet now, I had not managed the climax? There seemed to be no such releaf for me? How ever I had been tricked to give that up? Not that I particularly asked to ckimax, why?

Morning Bliss: 8

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I had enjoyed our breakfast together. Curiously, they had served orange juice, for breakfast, but I had managed to enjoy it.

“We're just to dress up, so we can go out” the older sister had exclaimed.

“Tonight, none will look twice at you, Pinkie!” the younger had pointed out.

“Oh?” I had exclaimed, trying to figure what they meant, or had in mind.

When they came back, they were wearing boots, and gloves was it. They had made themselves look like ponies, but they were not comfortable on all fours, I gues I couldn't blame them?

I just followed them out, looking curiously as the older sister locked the door behind us, before we moved away from the house.

“Maybe I should be walking, on my hind quarters?” I had mused, looking from sister to sister.

“Maybe!” the older had responded.

“Why not?” the younger had mused in response.

I was giggling, as I tried to rise to my hind hoves, maybe it wasn't quite as hard as I had expected? Or if it was because they helped me. I had been chosen to be in the middle. They apparently like to have as much as possible of me, the both of them.

I couldn't blame them. They had made me feel special. Putting me in the middle, and the middle of the attention? I guess I couldn't help but putting me there, and enjoying it.

Ofcause, we all had our saddle bags on. How else could we possibly carry any candy, on the return home?

What struck me, soon enough, I wasn't getting as much attention, as the two siters I came with. How was I to take it? What was I to do, about it, if anythng? For some reason, it did bother me. Maybe I should .. ? But what? Had I been the wrong pony, for this occasion?

“If you want attention, how about you bounce about, in your usual manner? A good peep-squeak should pull a few eyes your way?” the elder sister offered.

“Yes Yes Yes Yes!” I squealed.

Only as I was going down on all fours, I was soon to realise, just how I had changed, as I had come to live with them. Each and every time I landed on my hooves, they insistantly stuck to the ground, even as rough as it were. I still managed to bounce about, encircling the sisters I had gone out with.

I had been chocked, by just how strong the sensations from my hooves were, with each and every bounce, since I could feel my hooves stick, just before the rebounce pulled me off of the ground, even if I never got quite as high, as I had been used to. Not only that, the squeak my hooves made, each and every bounce. I guess that did pull the trick, since every head turned my way, as the squeak was fairly loud, wasn't it? I may have imagined it?

It wasn't so much that it was tiruing to bounce about, it is the insistant squeaking of my hooves that got to me. Even if it may be, what pulled the heads my way? To a poni, sounds are much more, then they knew around me. I soon started to make funny faces, in effort, not to let the pain out.

“Quit bouncing, my ears hurt!” the sisters soon pointed out in unison.

“Oh, sorry, I did not realise you'd feel it that strongly?” I conceeded, hanging my head for a moment.

“We had not counted on that effect!” the younger sister confessed, readily.

“What silly costumes they have? You did not just put the muzzles on, just for the day?” I then pointed out.

“How ever much fun, that would have been. But, no!” the elder sister responded.

“You're still wet, from our little adventure!” the younger sister teased.

“Yes!” I conseaded, pondering how she knew, why she brought it up, at this particular instant.

“Just making a point!” the younger sister anounced.

“How long will I remain wet? But that means..” I just trailed off.

“The head dress is just for decoraton, maybe we should have offered you one as well? Still, you think I could have followed you on the adventure?” the younger sister countered, in an even more teasing voice, hysterical gigles on her voice.

“Oh” I then reacted.

“You haven't even reached your peak!” the older sister proclaimed.

“Makes sense. If I'm not mistaken?” the younger sister responded, still the fits of hysterical giggles on her voice.

“Peak?” I uttered, in a somewhat confused tone.

“I guess I'll demonstrate, or explain, later. When we come home!” the younger sister pointed out, as she slipped a hand unde my belly, teasing me just a bit further.

“Wait, maybe we could see the gal who fasuioned our Head Dresses. I'm sure she wouldn't mind, creating one more?” the older sister pointed out, her eyes alight.

All of a sudden, they both looed away, in an entirely new direction. What ever they were looking at, or for, I was to be ignornt, no longer, just flolloing the invisible light of their individual gazes, to what ever, or whom ever it may point at.

Her disquice, not quite the match for my new found friends. Yet, I had no chance, recognice her, even though I guess I was to refer to her, as a mare?

Her metallic bloody red cloven deer hooves looks convincing enough, with the equine looking legs, a glistering black hide. The only reason to know it had been a costume, the stark border between the black hide, and her fair to white skin on her belly.

On the other rubbery hoof, it may never have been meant to look overly realistic, since it apparently was a outing night to wear costumes, kind of as if it had been a masquerade? We had such a day, back home in Equesrtia as well. We call it “'Night Mare Moon Night'. From the looks, the theme is the same, it seems quite the universal hype. Who doesn't love a good scare, or raiding the neigh-bours for a good treasure trove of sweets and candy?

Looking up, I could see the same black, covering her uppwer body, including the rounded orbs, normally refered to as jigglies here. Girls apparently have them. We still do have the nibbles, even as mares. The garment ended, just bellow her rib cadge, covering her arms entirely, all the way out on her hands. Leaving no bare skin. What fascinated me, is the way the hue of the top fazed from the glistering black, over to a metallic electric blue, almost as if it had been intended to manifest the change of the sky, from day, to the edge of night, leaving me a chil into my very bones. Her hands, powerfull, with slender fingers, slowly thinnking out, to where her metallic bloody red nails, semi square in shaped, ending. Her top aparently reaching all the way up her neck, only leaving her head bare.

On her back, I saw the traces of the outline from wings, not the pegasi variant, but more to the point of hide covered dragons wings. That made for a scary character, adopting, for the night, such as this. I could almost imagine, taking the consept, the image with me back home to my friends. Even if there were the few details, never quite capable of making sence, where I had come from.

I just gasped, as the image sank in. She truly had created a stark vissage. An image, catching all the darkest of fears.

Only then it ocured to me, I may never return back home. Something had bound me, to this world. I fear, there is no magic, strong enough to pull me back, to Ponyville. Had I changed, how or by whos hands had this happened?

Friends of the Night: 9

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”Maxine, was it, or is it ok to call you 'Max', for short!” I asked.

“Max is fine, if I could cal you 'Pinkie', I guess?” she responded.

“Wouldn't have it any other way, mind you?” I pointed out.

“You must have put an awful lot of work into your costume? I can't for my life see a seam, there is no sign of what you're looking like under. I couldn't figure out how to slip out if it, if my life depended on it!” Max enquired, curiously, looking at me.

“Thanks!” I giggle.

“Yours isn't all that bad either, how'd you come up with such a fitting costume, with the theme in mind? Or I'm reading it all wrong, but you do remind me of stories of old, from back home. Wings on your back, your posture and all!” I compliments.

“I think the costum of mine is simpler then you may imagine, even if it may be strange for you to figure out? It may be more complex, all in the simplisity?!” I then continued, as I atempted a few typical bounces, eliciting the squeaks, picking me right back down, from the noices alone.

“I did not know that is actually possible. On all fours, and all?” she just blurted out in amased stupor.

“It isn't. I'm the only one who could possibly even atempt it, I know!” I pointed out, dead-pan, before a hysterical attack of giggles escaped my lips in a more to the point of characteristical mood.

“It isn't, right. Yet, I see you just did it!” she protested.

I just pulled a balloon from my flank, blowing it up to three feet diametre. Just for the joy of it, since it is a kind of party mood in the air.

“Just like this?” I teased her, as I pushed it in her face, leaving it hanging from the bangs of her hair.

Where did you get the humongus balloon from?” she then bursted out, hysterically, just looking at me.

“I guess I could as well confess, I am an entirely out of controled 'Party Animal', if you had failed to notice?” I just pointed out in the hyper manner, only I could muster.

“I guess we helped her with the costume, even if it is but a small detail or two?” the elder sister confessed.

“We felt she may need just a tad bit of grounding. If you just look down her her hooves?” the younger sister continued.

“Grounding?” Max uttered in question.

“We feared she was taking off, in a manner of speaking. If you can see where she's going?” the elder sister pointed out.

“Oh, your red hooves, Pinkie? Pretty, if something of a theme buster. I still can grow to love the kind of antics. Given half a chance!” Max said, giggling, and then looked back up.

“What exactly were I reminding you of, Pinkie?” Max then enquired, curiously.

“The very spirit of the Theme of the Tradition. We're calling her 'Night-Mare Night', she was the bringger of 'Night Eternal', but I guess she has never been heard of, in these streets?” I pointed out.

As if on a special coinsident, it is an almost perfect full moon, only with the stark vissage as a shade on the one half of the moon. As I looked up, I see it, pointing it out, nodding. They only gasped, as what I pointed out, seen, but not quite grasped. Even if it had been known in advance, it was about full moon?

Maybe it was time, for just a new antic, so I pulled out the trusty old 'Party Canon', then the streamers and confetti was followed by a hoard of balloons. I reaimed, for a hoof full times, before slipping it aside, leaving the streemers, confetti and ballons, where they went, on their merry way. Just giggling in a hyper manner.

“Where in Tartarus did all the streemers, balloons and confetti come from?” Max exploded.

“Just one of my paterned trix, since you know nothing of the 'Party Canon', it isn't in comon use even where I came from. I guess I have the only existing sample of it?” I retorted, in

“A party canon? It's even more ridiculous, then it's impossible? There could be no such thing!” she then pointed out.

“Why not just have me demonstrate it, in a large hall, for a party, by tomorrow night. Then you'd know the extent of it?” I scolded her, in an even more teasing voice.

“A Party? I love parties. But alas, where? How large does it take?” she just offered.

“Depends on how many friends we can bring into the hall, I guess. Just for the four of us, something in the order of twenty feet?” I slipped back at her.

“Wait, there will be a match, by tomorrow night. Maybe I could sneak you in, crushing their party?” a voice sneaked in, surpricingly from behind.

“I hope they will enjoy to have the local decorated, with streamers, confeti and balloons. Preferably in massive quantities?” I pointed out, giggling in hyper manner.

“Did you by any chance own a store, seelling these or you're producing them?” came the reply.

“I'm just the creator of party, where I come from. May I ask, who you'd be, under the mask?” I pointed out.

“Oups, I guess I forgot to introduce myself. How did you manage the costume? Whom ever you are, under that Pinkie Pie suit?” offered the clack clad girl.

She was wearing a black mask, covering her eyes. How typical, but I guess that's costumary, for the event at hoof? I guess they called it Halloween?

“Yes, you forgot to introduce yourself, and I go by the name Pinkie. I usually work in Sugar-Cube Corner', when I'm not throghing a party, for whom every, or what ever excuse I could come up with. Ponivill is a very distant village, by the looks of it!” I pointed out.

“I'm known as Cadence, but tonight, I'm 'Black Scorpion'. That is indeed very far from here, and I've never heard of the place!” she introduced.

“I wouldn't believe you, if you said you knew of it. It's a fairly small village. Who knows of it, unless they had a connection to it?” I pointed out, with a deceptive smile on my face.

“Parties? I'm so totally there, just have it set up!” the scorpion anounced, right then and there.

Author's Note

it felt relevant to add "Chapter numbers" with this long a story.

Closing Shop: 10

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The event had run its cause, and we ended up, back home. Only rather then the three of us, we're now four, since the scorpion had opted in, following us. I know we could make room for another.

“I think you need to loosen up. Maybe we could lend you a hand, or hoof in the process?!” I pointed out, as I cast a meaningfull glance towards the new party poni name Pinkie Pie, just as I pronounced 'hoof'.

“You galls wouldn't do that, just for me, right out of the blue?” scorpion enquired curiosly, with just a hint of doubt and suspicion in her voice.

“Why not? I could so totally see you enjoying it, just as I know I for one, would certainly enjoy doing this, just for you!” Pinkie pronounced.

“I couldn't make you insist!” Scorpion relented.

“This would be just the right time to do it!” my older sister pointed out, with utter certainty in her voice, smiling at me.

“Ofcause, this does requirte me to disrobe for the three of you?” Scorpion suspected.

That's esentially corect, but you wouldn't mind, once you start to enjoy yourself?” Pinkie enquired, in a somewhat acusatory voice, casting glances.

“It isn't the same, if you did it, all by yourself?” Pinkie pronounced, all too knowingly.

“I guess it is time we revela the sacred stach to you, since we're going to give you a treat, like none other!” I promised.

My elder sister soon followed her to the bed room, where the stach had been hidden away, just before we headed out, making the town utterly unsafe.

Scorpion soon slipped out of her boots, such as they were, tailored by her very own hand, just to fit her feet such as they are. Then she slipped the suit off of her body, almost as if it had been a slightly skimpy bathing suit? The black, rubber soon found itself on the bed. That is where it belong, for a good time forth.

“Ofcause, I guess you could start with using the hand cream? It's after all easier to do it on your own!” my elder sister pointed out, placing the tube in scorpions right hand.

She accepted the tube, with merely a brief glance, before unscrewing the cap, before extracting the crystal clear gel the tube contains. The lable merely stated 'Hand-Cream', while the colour did not give any clues, just as the no-name bar code didn't give her any idea, as to what it was.

“Spread it over the palms of your hands, fingres included!” my sister instucted her in a lightly teasing tone, not quite the dare, and certainly not any lecture to it.

She eagerly complied, spreading the gel, until the skin had been completely saturated. Then she just rubbed her hands, for a short moment. Her skin now soft, to the point of elasticity, and as smooth as desire. Just that the one, final detail had yet to be revealed, as the joy is to be realised, but that was not giving as much as a hint of a clue, thus leaving her utterly ignorant of the joyfull hilarity.

“Would you sit down?” I said, pinting at the intended seat.

“Okay, that seems comfortable!” Scorpion responded compliantly, as she slowly sat down in the indicated chair..

Once she was seated, I started off, lifting her right foot, slowly spreading gel over the skin, starting with her toes, from the smallest, on the edge, to the largest, then continued rubbing the soul of her foot. Meanwhile, my sister mirrored my every action. Scorpion was to notice, and apreciate.

Then I moved to the top side of her fot, moving upwards, before I finished the heel, and moved up her calf, then further up, over her knee, and all the way over her thigh, until I was at th end, where her hip begins, which I had to leave bare, for obvious reasons, this this is part of the next step.

My sister had capped the gel, just as she had uncapped it before we set off. Now she had picked the next gel, similar in nature, compared to the gel used on the mound and orchid. As I slowly spread, and rub in this gel over her foot, and up her calt, and thih, I could clearly see how her foot turned into the desired hoof, and the leg soon started to take on the more equine chape, desired, for her to be capable of walking, in a comfortable stance. Several minutes late, we had completed this part of the process. Thus moving on to the next gel, and for the sake of it, curing the gel, and sealing it in, thus making it a fully integrated part of her anatomy.

“Since you're the 'Black Scorpion'? I figured we go with black!” I uttered.

My sister just nodded, while Scorpion did not protest, so I started brushing her hoof with the black gel. The hoof soon absorbed it, until it had been completely saturated. Then I continued with a clear gel, polishing her newly aquired hoof, to a high gloss finish, glistering radiently. Teasingly applying the elastic gel, rubbing it in, until her hoof had been saturated.

From there, I continued with the hoof glue, the permanent component. Then I applied the top coat, making the front of her hoof as hard as a hoof was supposed to be, masikng just how soft and elastic the hoof really had become.

Since my sister had done her other leg, the process is complete, and she simply capped the final gel.

“You could stand up now, if you like!” I suggested in a teasing tone of voice.

“I could?” she asked, surpriced, before she got up on her new hooves, then looked down, only to find the hooves we had just created for her.

“These are beautifull!” she just burst out, a smile spreading on her face.

“If I could say so myself, I had to agree, these do look great!” my sister pointed out, trying to hide her pride as best as she could, knowing it was pointless.

As she walked around the room, her hooves made the most adorabe 'Clip Clop' noises, making her sound like a truly happy poni. Naturally, she couldn't help but notice it. By the looks of it, the sounds did not just sound happy, the feeling had slowly spread over her features, leaving her with a wide smile on her face.

“This feels more right, then I had ever dared to imagine. Not just the looks. It's in how my posture changed, it's as if you've interpretted who I am, and made me complete!” she stuttered, her voice filled with emotion.

Make-Over – the Making of the Black Scorpion: 11

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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.

My Place: 12

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”Pinkie, it is time for you to feed!” the younger sister called out.

“Yay!” the pink poni called out, as she slowly walked down from where she had been standing, when she was distracting me.

“If you lick the tip of this plug?” the young girl then instructed me, in a teasing tone of voice, insinuating I was to regret not doing it.

As she placed the plug before me, I managed to part my lips, and lick the plug, just as she had suggested. In surprice, I realised, it was much easier then I had expected, since my tongue easily reached the plug, had it all been a ploy to have me explore what the muzle they gave me was capable of?

I noticed the clear plug was about tree inches on the widest, but merely one, just where the sucker cup was meating my rump, when inserted. The surface of the tip of it had felt slick, but soon felt very slippery, as if my saliva had been activating, or reactivating the lube it had been covered with? I still did enjoy the feeling of it. Maybe this was promising something more?

She just placed the plug where I had sat, while they created my hooves. She spread a thin string of gel along the rim of the sucker cup, where she had placed it.

“Now if you just sit down?” she just told me.

I sat down without a word, only to realise the plug was slipping inside of me. She had made it fuse to the surface of the seat, and thus it would not come off of it, no matter how hard I would struggle. Only then, if I tried to stand up, I would soon realise, it would also hold my rump firmly in place, since it was chaped in a matnner that easily slipped inside of me, while lubed, but couldn't slip out, since I'm contracting around it. I was to require her assistance, when I was to leave the chair.

At this time, Pinkie Pie had reached me, and placed her muzzle on my mound, pressing down firmly. Her muzzle alone sent electric chivers down my spine, from the sensations she elicited. That's when she parted her lips, before she started to lick the place cover over my orchid, only to find her tongue slip inside of me.

“Time for your joy ride!” the elder sister pointed out, as she spread a thin line of the gel on my lips, from right to left, thus sealing my lips.

The pink poni slowly started out, licking inside of my orchid, apparently enjoying herself. I hear the noises her tongue made, as it moved around, well out of my control. I wanted to express how it felt, to moan, but to no avail, I couldn't part my lips.

I just placed my hands on her cheeks, holding her head, while she lapped away at me. I had no words for what I wanted to say, so I guess it isn't so bad I couldn't part my lips in the effort to express myself, right now? What she did to me, only made me want to eat her. I slowly felt images and impressions, almost as dreamed of my muzzle on her mound, slipping my tongue inside, eating her, until she screamed. Why did I feel like this? I did not bother analys it. I just felt the emotions flooding me.

Then I realised I was coming. I was coming, and again. Then again. There was no end in site, and it just kept building up.

Apparently I had closed my eyes, the room is dark, I couldn't see anything. All I could see is the poni before me, eating me from the inside and out. She made me come, over and over.

All I could do, is to hold her head between my hands, caressing her cheaks? Is this all I had been reduced to?

Then I just came, again, again, and again. I'm feeling it was building, stronger and stronger. It distracted me from most anything.

I had lost count of how many times I had come, just as I had lost interest in counting. I just knew, I haven't come this many times before, or as strong as now. What was happening to me?

Oh well, there it goes, no climax in site, I'm just coming? Then I felt all fuzzy, a light envelloping me, as if I was about to overload? Both emtionally, and my sences as well. I just folated off. I never noticed, or realised, when she moved away from me, she had apparently had her fill, and I must have peaked. Yet, there is bt the bright haze.

The I realised, as I woke up in the bed. I apparently must have been allowed to climax? The only remaining soarness is from the excertion, from coming, too much?

A Class: 13

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I had apparently been served a breakfast on the bed, just after I woke up, and they knew my taste, to top it all off? I couldn't refuse, just as I was enjoying it too much to.

Maybe it shouldn't be such a chock, still wearing the very same black sut, in place of the one I came in? It had been made for me, and on me, perfect fit. Maybe it would even lend me some more apreciation? Considering how people viewed me, in the previous suit?

Just that I'm not the same girl, as I had been back then, it is obvious, in any case, and in any situation. The hooves, I just can't hide them. Just as I can never wear the boots I came in. Maybe I don't care? Why?

This is where the strange, but enjoyable detail came into play.

“Just follow me!” Pinkie stated.

I thought nothing of it, maybe she had something exciting to show, so I followed her, hands down, and not a thought to question her. Maybe I should? Or, it is just as well, she is after all Pinkie Pie, and you should have learned by now, never tquestion her?

At first, I had just followed her out onto the street. Wearing all the clothes I need, I did not need to bother with the issue, anyway. Then she just went over the streat, towards a high-rising building. One of thes glass and steel scrapers. I guess there was some excitement about it, in her mind? She had none of them, where she came from, from what I recall.

Had I stopped, thinking twice, I would have been standing on the ground, before the building, now I simply followed her, up the wall. I felt a bit strange, just walking up the wall, like any of the pesky flies? Yet, I soon realised my hooves still had all the grip I could ask for, and thus made it fairly easy, just lift a hoof at the time, and it is all fine.

Had I looked down, I would have noticed people staring up at me, and my pink escort poni, as she lead me further up the wall. Thinking of it, I would hav ebeen amused by the hillarity, just as I would have been staring, mouth agape, if I had been among them, staring at the girl walking up the walls. Only I'm up here, just mindlessly following the escort.

There is no turning back. I had followed her up the wall. I guess I still do enjoy it. The smooth walls underhoof. I had never quite felt the likes of it. Even if the tiles in the bath house may be comparable, only I had feet, not hooves at the time. The sensation, the sensitivity isn't quite comparable. Sorry, it is what it is.

This exercize included walking up onto the top of the building, the roof, that is. That was much harder then going up onto the wall, at least for me with just two hooves. As opposed to Pinkie, who had four. What facinated me, is how odd it felt to walk on the roof, after I had spent the time walking up the wall. Or in some perspective, this chocked me, as I thought of it, later. Even if I guess it shouldn't?

Ofcause, I never considered it, until we had walked back down to the ground level, the street, from which we had come.

I opted for the lift, and she happily followed me. Minutes later, we were back inside, in what was to pass for our home.

Once I got back, I noticed the sisters, looking at some film, playing on the tv. What chocked me, is when I recogniced myself. Yes, that's me, every last detail. She had even changed her suit. Not only that, she now sported the mark on her flanks. That was interesting?

“That's You!” the younger sister chimmed.

A New Day – A New Me: 1

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I had woken up early, my friend still by my side. She woke up, about the same time. I had lingered in the bed, as had she. No thought of what had come to pass, it is the day before, as if it was a life time before?

“Morn, Morn'”! She twittered in a giggling voice, once she had gathered the fact that I had woken up.

“The gel?” I pondered, and she pointed me in the direction, it still did stand on her night stand, where she had left it, the other night.

I looked in the direction indicated, only to find it, exactly where she had indicated it was to be. O flush and left my hands to my face, only to realise, to feel the rubber the gel had contained, knowing it isn't just on my face, my skin had absorbed it fully. If I gave my new muzzle a tug, I would feel it, just did not quite know how I knew. Is it new, I felt, as if it had always been there, even when my older memories told me otherwise, whi was right?

I quietly picked up the gel, pouring some in my right hand, before putting my hands togeter, as if to warm massag oil, before granting her a massage. Only now, my hands slip up to my face, starting at the tip of the muzzle, spreading the gel, working it in. I continued, feeling the slippery gel spread, as my skin absorbed it, as much as was expected, required. Working my way outwards, towards my cheaks, all the way to, where my ears had been, where they should have been? Yet, there's nothing there, now. Just an emopty space.

I pour more gel into the right hand, putting my hands together, before I lift my hands up, continuing, covering the skin, under my chin, working, striving down towards my throat, where the previous gel had ended. I felt the edge, and the gel was about used up.

I reach for the remaining, in the container, repeating the process, placing my hands, on the top of my muzzle, slowly working my way outwards, towards the edge of my hair. Slipping upwards, just following the line of the gel, bouncing back inwards, every time I reached the edge of gel, from the day before, moving ever upwards, just avoiding my nostrils, then my eyes. I had been returning my hands for more gel, several times, while I steadily worked, towards the goal I had set up, the day before, even if I had not known, or realised?

As the final drop of gel had been used up, I look up, only to see her looking back, into my eyes, she had followed me, step by step, on her own accord, by her own will. We both had wanted to do it, to follow through. Not for anything, but the fact, we both wanted to do, what we had done. I parted my lips, and my tongue poked out, in a teasing manner, just the way we had used to do, when little, so many years ago?

I just looked at her, the clearly red tongue between her lips, poking out in a teasing gesture. I had done the same without a thought, even if I had known, the other day, my tongue never had been long enough, even if the muzzle only is what, three inches? Yet now, I see it clearly poking out, as if in order to tease me, or to declair, it's all normal.

On realisation, I just twitched my ears forwards, then gave them a firm twitch, demonstratively, seeing, knowing she did the same. The face looking back at me, she mirrored my teases, and afirmation.

Only now, it isn't just the muzzle, my ears have moved up, and changed, thus granting me new expressions. My eyes had apparently grown large, wide, all during the night.

I breathe calmly through my nostrils; as if it is the only way, not just the only way I knew, as if I had done it, all my life?

My hands, once more went up to my face, exploring, but almost stopped short, what I felt, isn't the rubber you may have expected, but the skin I had been born with, even covering the tip of my lips, up front of the muzzle. Only more sensitive, not just compared with my expectations, but what I had experienced, and what I could imagine. I truly did feel my fingers, all over my face, even if the muzzle was more distinct and exciting, and my lips, even more so.

My ears, still very sensitive. I could conclude, even if not quite on pare with my muzzle? I still enjoyed it.

Author's Note

I just hope you enjoy my impersonation of Pinkie Pie.

Left Hanging: 6

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I had left her hanging. No, I had not forgottten that pink pony. How could I? Just that she still is hanging. Not so much in physical terms, just that she had not managed to climax? Just the way it had been foreseen, intended.

I had enjoyed the sound of her mones. Knowing the feelings her moaning represented. I guess I could let her stay like this?

In the end, I had finally allowed her to come down, the switch had been flipped, then she had finally managed to trot down to the floor. Even though her eyes seems a bit glazed, from the teasing, holding her focus out of it.

“Night!” I told her, and my sister.

“Night!” came the reply.

Pinkie Pie still in the middle, I guess neither of us could allow her to fall out of the bed, and we both wanted her close. There is but the one single way of coping, she is stuck in the middle.

Apparently, she love to be the centre of attention, which isn't something that bothered me. In fact, it is exactly where I wanted her to be. I know we all desire, just that.

Ofcuse, the question is, just how well we had grounded her. The sucker cups for hooves, how firmly it was to hold her to the floor, and to our home? Considering just how easily she had slipped into our living room, our home, and our life?

Don't read me wrong, it isn't as if I regret her entering my life, quite to the cuntrary. I'm quite pleased. I have enjoyed her, just as I hope she has enjoyed us. Just that I had desired for her, not to leave us.

The idea of grounding her, is just as much in order to make it impossible for her to return, to leve us. Part of her belong to this world, and it is an integral part of her now. It is impossible to just pull it off of her. Now, if only I knew, it was to keep her with us. Even though, there is the second part to the plan. What I had given her.

I imagine, she still do enjoy the effcts, of what I had given her. She may not know how it works, or why? Unless ofcause, just by being herself, 'Pinkie Pie', and thus just know it. Then again, she isn't quite capable of focusing, but the joy just may push her to the next level instead? You never know with her. Maybe it is the joy of it all?

Early Morning: 7

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I had just woken up. Something is strangely off, but I couldn't make myself regret it. I feel a strange warmth. It had basically swallowed me. What ever had happened the last night?

There are the unacustomed flashes of recolections, from the day before. I had been standing upside down, stuck to the celing? I guess it is possible, just another reandom situation I find myself in, after all. I had trotted down to the floor, but that's not what I had found strange. I still feel the warmth. She had infused me with a special feeling, the day before, and yet, it is still lingering, as if she had still been doing, what she had done?

If it had been the magic of Twilight, I could have had a grasp, that could work, if she had placed a spell on me, making the warmth linger? Just that this, it just feels forain, yet pleasurable.

As a Mare, I'm not forain to pleasing myself, or to play with others. I have enjoyed it on occasion, but then, there should have been a climax, but there is no such here. As if it is something that isn't normal, natural, to the place, where I am now? Just as unatural as magic?

Neither of the girls, or are they just a new strange breed of ponies, thus be considered mares or fillies? It was confusing me. Maybe it would have helped, had I seen more of their kind? Knowing the films can never be representative, from all I could see.

Maybe I could get used to living here, all the attention, and how happy I semingly had made them? They seems to enjoy me, my presense. Both as the physical poni, and the film we had seen, even if it is the film I may have been from, in thir perspective, which is a queasy feeling.

I had noticed, the two girls had a love for films. They had managed to gather a sizable collection. Among them, the film “Equestria Girls”, which is the film they had been watching, when I bumped into their home. I guess it was at the time I was examining the mirror? I had placed my hoof on the mirror. Only I had apparently not been pulled back?

Considering I'm still here. I had recogniced myself in the role in the film, she had been playing it quite well, I am impressed, I was to point out. Only she seems to be a few inches shorter then I am, maybe due to the boots I had been convinced into trying on?

I had noticed, the 'Jewlery' they were wearing, the cerise head dresses, as I guess they are refered to? Apparently, they still did wear them. Proud they could have a head dress actually fitting them? Or just enjoying the feel of them?

Then I had managed to see the calendar, while breakfast was prepared. They had something called 'Helloween', something akin to the 'Nightmare Night', by the looks of it. Though I may be mistaken? There are numerous traditions like it.

“Helloween” was how it is pronounced here. In Eqquestria, we called it “Nightmare Night”.