Come Again - An Early Surprise

Chapters

Preparations: 1
The Early Surprise: 2
The Ponyed Up Breakfast: 3
More Fun: 4
Come Again: 5
Sweetie Belle’s Flash Back: 6

Preparations: 1

Author's Note

Sweetie Belle's POV

Preparations: 1

According to the manual, it is possible to copy the squishy balls, and even swapping balls. From what I had understood, swapping balls could have very interesting effects on the individual, into whom the new ball had been inserted. As far as I had read, the manual did not take holographic characters into account, but this may be because I had merely read the first chapters of the book in the first place.

As a Holographic character, I did not need sleep, unlike physical individuals, like my Riku. I guess it is a bit boring, so I picked up the manual, intent on reading up on the process. After a few chapters, I figured I had all the fun the book could stand to offer.

Once I had put the book back where Riku had kept it, I slip my right hand into my rear orifice, extracting the ball easily. With the ball in hand, I had picked up a blank ball from the package and placed it on the second spot after the one I had just extracted from my rear, thus copying it, leaving me with two identical balls.

Only a moment after I had extracted my ball, the effects it had given me started to fade, leaving me in my natural form. As the mere Hologram, all regular physical limitations vanished, but I am limited to the emitters rage, all the same.

Once the ball had been copied, I slipped it back in, maybe I had grown used to having it there, or I just like the effects it had on me since it is at least a semblance of being fully physical. Now I know how long it takes for the effects to wear off, just long enough for me to swap her original ball with the one I had copied from my very own ball.

As long as she doesn’t wake up in the process, this could prove very interesting to me. I would learn more of the effects these balls could impose upon us. My original ball had been used only by me. I know my body looks very different from hers. For one, she has feet, while I have hooves. She had after all chosen to make me into an Anthropomorphic version of myself, neither a Pony, nor a Human. There are a few other details she had made adjustments to, in order for me to look the way she wanted me to look. Or was it how she secretly wanted to look?

I walked up to her, ball in hand, looking at her where she lies. I slipped my left hand in user the quilt and inserted it in her rear orifice where I know she has her ball and extracted it. From there I slipped my right hand in in order to slip my copied ball in place of hers. Momentarily looking at the small ball I had extracted.

Placing her ball where I had placed mine, before I had copied it, then placing a second by its side, watching as it was copied. This could prove most interesting. What I did not know, is the effects this would have on her, her appearance and how she would feel about it. I imagined she would explain the later, while I would see the former on her as she woke up.

It was easy to see when a ball is copied, when the process is completed, you see the light turn from red to green and it stopped blinking yellow. Not very cool, but practical to the point of effectiveness, something I could appreciate.

I swap my ball for the copy of hers, once the process was complete. I just wanted to see the effect of it. I had chosen a ball of the same size as she had originally given me for my copy, just as I had chosen a ball of her original size, when I had copied the ball for her. call it a hunch, but I wanted to minimize the off chance she woke up, due to the changes the ball carried over to her.

Since I had chosen a ball identical to the original, I didn’t feel any difference upon inserting the new ball I had copied from hers. That was a relief, at least. I guess she wouldn’t notice any difference there, either, if I couldn’t.

The first thing I noticed is how my horn shrunk away and disappeared. Something I had not anticipated, but on second thought it should have been expected. Then I noticed how my jigglies changed and my nibbles grew smaller, ending up the size of Riku’s. I felt strange about it, while getting used to it. Knowing she would feel the same way, only in reverse since she had to experience how she body had changed into the one she gave me.

After a while I sat down, as I realised where the changes were taking me. Siting down was no real difference as such, but it made some of the changes easier as they came over me. Losing my tail did feel odd, but I guess I could live with it. Guess it would be equally odd on her, sprouting a tail. Then it hit me, my mane had changed into her hair, while my ears were now hers. My face is exactly looking like hers as well, aside from the one detail, my complexion had never changed, thus neither would hers.

As I sit down I could see my legs change and my hooves changing. Then I had her legs and feet, exactly the way they had looked the day before as we swapped manicure, pedicure and hooficure. After ten minutes, I feel certain the changes had all taken effect.

Since I had little to nothing else to do, while I waited for her to wake up, I started to explore the body I had. I could as well get used to it since I had chosen to try it out for myself. On the other hoof, she could as well explore the body she chose for me, as I chose to have her experience it. Good thing she had chosen the Anthro form, rather than my original Pony form, it would have chocked her too much, waking up in that form, assuming I could swap balls in that form, though.

The Early Surprise: 2

Author's Note

Riku's POV

The Early Surprise: 2

Just as I woke up, I realised something was off, not just that I had been woken up, but I knew I don’t have hooves, for starters. For a moment I couldn’t put a finger to it, then it all came to me.

I had used one of these balls the other day, then I had given her Manicure and Hooficure, among other things. I had enjoyed doing it for her, just as much as I imagine she had enjoyed giving me the same in return.

Only she had not slept during the night. Had she swapped our balls? Since the ball feels the same as the other day, I realised she had managed to copy the balls, before swapping. Maybe she could have swapped the original balls, but I feel better, knowing the ball is still my size. This is still my ball.

Her nibbles are considerably larger than mine, I had enjoyed the looks of it, but forgot to consider any consequences of the choices. Guess I do enjoy the way my nibbles feel, large as they are.

Now my legs are in the posture hers had been. I have a pair of hooves, while I clearly don’t have the feet as they had been the other day. This would prove interesting, I guess.

At this point, I slipped the quilt off of me and slipped into a sitting position, it was still feeling natural to me, she was in her Anthropomorphic form, as opposed to the Pony form I had seen on the show. That would have been awkward, if I had found myself on all fours, I guess. yet the realisation left me curious as to how that would have felt.

As I sat my new hooves down onto the floor I realised something more had changed, I had apparently sprouted a tail during the night. I guess I should have known, it was after all a part of the form that all the other changes came from as well. I had turned into the Pony I had enjoyed playing with the other day. Question is if she had changed into me too. How much she was enjoying to look like me, while I look like her.

I just had to see this in the mirror, in order to take in all the details, though. I can clearly see the changed that are below my waist, like my legs and hooves. Just as the tail made itself obvious enough, in part, due to the fact that I can move it up before my eyes.

Only took me a moment to get used to the posture and hooves, before I managed to walk to the door. I opened it and exited my room before closing the door behind me. Then I walked to the girls’ room where I could see my reflections in the mirror. My complexions are truly my own, the changes had never touched them.

Naturally, my hands look like hers had, before I went to bed. I could see my nails long and shiny before my eyes, glistering even in the spares light, before I switched the light on in the small room. Every little silly detail is identical, including the rudimentary pads on the tips of her fingers, now mine. The perfect nails is an interesting detail. something I easily could get used to, guess I had secretly wished for them in the first place, even if I had never really been aware of it, partially because I knew I couldn’t have them. Well, now I could.

In the final analysis of things, maybe I should try to see exactly how I wanted to look, through the reflection of her Holographic image. If it is the only way for me to see how I wanted to be, I guess it may be worth a try. I still like her the way she had been, as I saw her pop out of the screen and set her hooves on the floor. Just the way I look now.

Was this how she was feeling, interesting I guess. I just had to ask her, once I had explored myself, just a bit further. as I look into the mirror, I see my face, such as I had made her look the other day. Herequine ears, her eyes and muzzle. It was all there.

Now I slowly lift my hands, tentatively placing them under my jigglies, feeling the round orb-like shapes in my hands. placing my thumbs on top of my nibbles, slowly exploring the sensation. I almost screamed as I felt the pads rub my large nibbles, sensitive as they are.

A soft moan still escaped my lips, I simply couldn’t help myself. What surprised me even more than how sensitive my nibbles are, is how sensitive the pads on the tips of my fingers are, even if I knew my fingertips were sensitive before. I had half by half expected the difference makes them slightly less sensitive. Guess I had miscalculated there. if it is the pads themselves, or the difference in the skin and texture. Maybe it would be most correct to say that it is a combination of both? Guess I didn’t really care, but I certainly do enjoy the effects it had upon me.

Then it hit me, I wanted her to be the way she was, even if making her into a Human version, just in order to explore myself could be fun too. I had made her into the perfect companion for myself, just the way I had intended in the first place.

I just had never realised, just how deeply the changes and her presence in my life had affected me in the first place, I still have more exploration on the subject before me. It is unavoidable, not that I mind.

Of course, I could have a Pony version of her as well, just for the fun of it. Yet I need to feed her, before I can truly enjoy her to the fullest. I like for her to be as alive and real as possible. She needs to be a physical individual for this. At least, I think she has to. I don’t want her to sit sleepless and bored as I sleep each and every night. Why, how could I leave her each night, just waiting for me?

The Ponyed Up Breakfast: 3

Author's Note

Riku's POV

The Ponyed Up Breakfast: 3

I had managed to gather myself and my bearings after exploring myself, to a point. Now I am hungry. This is when I hear noises from the kitchen, thus trotting out in order to investigate.

Sweetie Belle is clearly sitting by the table with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. Ponyo and Sora are also here. Just that I had a bit of a problem figuring who is who. Then it hit me, the Ponies kept their original complexion, Aside from that, I go by who got which Pony.

“Morning, Apple Bloom and Sora, Scootaloo and Ponyo, and my Sweetie Belle!” I exclaimed.

“Morning, Riku!” they all responded.

“Some Pony had to be last up, or is it just that I needed more time getting used to my new form?” I pondered more subdued.

“At least, you are in time for a breakfast. I hope you will enjoy being me for a while!” Sweetie belle offered.

“Yeah, I guess I did. This will take some time to get used to, but I think I can enjoy it. Just noticed, seems you weren’t the only Pony to have this idea?” I responded.

“Ah made some Apple treats, including Muffins!” Apple Bloom pointed out.

“I made a nice fresh salad!” Sweetie Belle continued.

“I sure can see that. Looks delicious!” I responded as I looked at the table.

“Ah reckon the cider is delicious!” Apple Bloom pointed out.

“I rather have Tea, with my salad!” Sweetie Belle responded.

“Good thing, we have option and choices. I take Tea to my Muffins!” Sora declared.

“I go with juice to my salad!”Ponyo pondered.

There may be a total of six of us by the table, but it looks as if the choices could be more than enough for a dozen of us. Then it hit me, I could eat like a horse. On the other hoof, our friends did need to fill up in order for them to truly become the physical individuals we desired for them to be. Even if I guess it is a bit of a struggle to see them in the form of my, or rather our bodies. All the while, we are in the forms we had intended for them.

On second thought, I had made Sweetie Belle in my own image, just with the Equine attributes and in the form of the Satyr. Now she had trapped me in the form of her satyr, while she enjoyed my human form. She surely had left me thinking and reevaluating a few choices here.

“This sure is delicious!” I concluded as I dug into the second muffin, swallowing it down with a good sip of juice.

Exactly how much Muffins, Salad, Tea and Juice could they consume in an hour which would be as long as the Breakfast would last us, I had no idea. Maybe Pinkie Pie could consume enough mass in a single meal, but she is exceptional on this matter. No Pony could eat anywhere near as much as she did.

Of course, they would be worth much more than their weight in Muffins, as Physical Individuals, since they are our friends. How could anyone put a price or value on a friend or friendship? You can’t, I decided.

Since we all do have hands, magic kind of seems redundant, one would think. Yet, it can be rather amusing to have it at your disposal. What my Sweetie Belle had not considered, or it is what I thought, is that the horn from her form went to me right along with the rest, which gave me the magic she had been meant to have in her form.

“Allow me!” I offered, as she reached for the teapot.

“Certainly!” she responded.

“My pleasure!” I responded as I lifted the pot and poured her another cup, actually enjoying it.

“Cool!” Scootaloo pronounced as she saw the pot floating off, pouring tea in the cup.

“Sure is!” Riku responded.

“It is convenient. I guess I wasn’t the only one to enjoy it, but it was only natural to me. I just realise, I had never thought it was possible here. Particularly not for any of you!” Sweetie Belle pondered.

“Then you need to go out, Ponyo, try to fly up to the roof. It would be very cool if that would work too!” Scootaloo pointed out, as she realised the possibilities.

“I guess I have to, after breakfast, that it. Sure would be cool, too, if I could actually fly even that high!” Ponyo responded with a giggle.

Then I realised, more than half of the Salad and Treats had disappeared. I couldn’t quite follow where they had all gone. It just hit me, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had consumed most of it. Right along with both Tea, Juice and Cider.

Looking closer, I could see it in their movements. It isn’t so much that they got slower or anything, but mass leave the secret telltales along its path, you can’t hide it. Considering the small detail, they had no mass when we started out, or next to no mass, at least. Now they had consumed considerable amount of food.

A giggle escaped my lips as the consequences hit home. The treat I had given Sweetie Belle, or rather the treat she had given me would affect her as she left the table. She would walk away from the table, only to feel the effects of the treat. Just as I had realised the effect on me as I set hoof on the floor as I climbed out of bed.

Of course, I guess I couldn’t pull the ball out of her, or try to modify her at this point. I didn’t want to see how it would affect her. If she could look like me, all the more fun, I guess. Besides, I think I will know exactly when she is read for me to play with her as well.

What I had not anticipated, is that she wanted to play with me. Well before I had expected her to be ready.

“Ah need a few more Muffins!” Apple Bloom pointed out as she left the table to fetch a new batch in the kitchen.

“Hope you don’t mind, I need some more Salad!” Sweetie Belle continued.

“Oh, not at all!” I replied.

“Ponyo, I hope you will be ready for some fun!” Scootaloo pointed out.

More Fun: 4

Author's Note

Sweetie Belle's POV

More Fun: 4

I had just followed my Riku into her room. We had all loved every instant of the meal and every bite of the breakfast. Now it is time for further exploration. Question is, what are we going to do.

The first thing coming to my mind, is to test out some more of the items she had on stock, including the gel that could fuse her hooves to any smooth surface, like a floor or wall. I had read up on it while I waited for her to wake up. I had little else to do, while waiting.

“Good thing you closed he door to the room, Riku. I want to explore something with you!” I pointed out.

“A closed door means privacy. They can knock, if they want anything. Although I guess they are all busy with their own business. That would leave us alone to do, whatever you had in mind for the two of us!” she responded.

“That sounds reasonable. I managed to read up on certain details while you lay sleeping. Now is the time to try out a few ideas, based on what you gathered for the two of us!” I proposed.

“Oh yeah, I kind of forgot about that little detail, you didn’t need any sleep, right. We may need to get more literature for you to enjoy. The manual isn’t all that exciting to read, but I guess I am happy you did read it!” she responded.

“Good thing you did. Now I know all I need to know in order for me to lead the exploration for both of us. I know you have all we need for today. In a few days, I can go out and buy everything we need. None needs to be the wiser of it. By then, it will be more or less impossible to tell the difference between the two of us since you could take back your regular form any time you please!” I pointed out.

“Just as you could go back to your original form, if and when you choose to. I have to admit, I am excited by the prospects. I didn’t know you could develop this far, but I certainly am pleased to see, just how much fun you can provide for both of us, right here and now!” she responded.

“Yes, nothing preventing us from going back to our original forms. You see, I managed to copy our respective balls, in the sizes that are matching our original once, so you couldn’t tell the difference between the ball you used yesterday, and the one I copied for you during the night. Thankfully, I managed to line them up in a manner that will make it obvious, which ball is which. Actually, there is a small Icon on the rack that will allow you to know which ball it is you pick up as well!” I pointed out.

“Then we could swap forms as we please since we have a ball for both forms each? If you keep the ball in until you have attained your physical form, your natural form may become what I look like today, if you had not swapped the balls while I slept. I was considering to try to make a new form for you, but that will have to wait until you can deactivate the emitter. Then we can start over, making a new you, in a few different versions, just for the fun of seeing how you would turn out. For now, I think we should go back to the idea you had in mind for both of us!” she pondered.

“Good thing you have a spare matrass!” I pointed out as sI placed it in the middle of the room.

“Yeah, it is!” she responded as I lay down on the comfortable matrass she placed on the floor.

“If you would place your head on the pillow and spread your legs?” I pointed out, pointing at the pillow I had placed at the top of the matrass.

“Okay!” she responded as she moved up and placed her head on the pillow, spreading her legs and slipped her hooves to each side, softly planting them safely an inch from the matrass.

“That is beautiful!” I pointed out as I uncapped the can, scooped up the gel and spread a line of gel along her right hoof, then the left, thus leaving her stuck in place once her hooves had fused securely to the floor.

“I can’t even see where my hooves end and where the floor begins!” she responded as she managed to sit up and look at her hooves where they had fused to the floor.

“Exactly. If you could give me a tentative tug to each hoof in order to get a feel for it and for me to see it?” I suggested.

“Sure!” she responded and gave her right hoof a tentative tug, then the left, neither would budge in the least, just gave off a curious and delightful squeak, while stretching as she tugged at them respectively.

“Good!” I responded and examined the rim of both hooves carefully, only to see they were both perfectly made.

“I love the squeaks my hooves made as I tugged at them!” she pointed out, looking at her with excitement.

“Me too. Now I need to explore the rest of what you had intended for me, before I swapped our respective balls!” I pointed out as I sat before her, leaning forwards.

“I haven’t done this before, with any Pony, but then, neither have you?” she considered.

“Never had any Pony to do it with, thus I never did it. On the other hoof, at the time I was too young to be interested in even finding the special some Pony for myself, required to have a Pony to do it with. You gave me the opportunity to enjoy, what I never knew I could have enjoyed. I hope you will enjoy experiencing and exploring it with me, I certainly intend to enjoy it!” I declared.

“I think it is referred to as FoalCon, no, I prefer you as adult. Now we can experience it to the fullest together and enjoy the experiences as they were intended to be. I don’t really care what others would say, but I think I got you down pretty well, wouldn’t you think?” she responded.

“I loved my freedom as the little Filly I was back then, but I can appreciate the sophistication of being a fully grown adult Mare too. Time to get down to it!” I pointed out, pushing my face down, feeling the orchid pressing firmly onto my lips.

“Ooooh!” she moaned in response.

I merely parted my lips and allowed my tongue to slip out. Licking the coarse rubbery flesh that is her orchid, such as she made it out to be, before I made her into this mare Satyr.

From here, I slip my hands in under the plump fleshy rump, sliding my hands in under her, feeling the skin press down against the palms of my hands.

As my hands reached her waist I stop, feeling my hands around her waist, feeling my thumbs on her belly. I enjoy holding tight around her, pressing my lips down over her orchid, feeling the soft, smooth and elastic mound, as generous as she had made it for me in the first place.

After a moment as I lick her orchid, I feel it starting to grow moist, only enticing me to continue. I feel the moist turn into wetness under my enthusiastic efforts. Soft moans escaping her lips from time to time.

If this is what she had intended for me, I couldn’t blame her. Would I have enjoyed it as much as she does, I would have been ectatic. The nectar slowly covering my tongue is clearly sweet and pleasant to the taste. Is it me, or was it part of a design?

I make an effort to press her gently towards my lips as I keep lapping at the firm, but deliciously elastic rubber that is her orchid, eager to accept every drop of the thickening juices she so generously offered me. Feeling the slippery rubber under my tongue as it elicited strange sensations I had never been prepared for, but couldn’t quite help but enjoy.

My slightest touch on the orchid instantly made her contract, while she never could prevent my tongue to slip ever deeper into her, only teasing me forwards.

After about a minute I suddenly feel something new, apparently she was coming for the first time. As she came, she inadvertently puled at her hooves, only to give her a new squeak for the effort.

Only about a minute later, I could feel a new contraction and the squeak slightly more pronounced. As hard as the contraction was, she was too elastic to make it uncomfortable, only enhanced the sensations a bit more each time she came all over again.

Of course, there was no way out for her since her hooves are fused to the floor, but that isn’t what truly held her down. She is simply incapable of climax, but so am I. For as long as the ball remains inserted, I am pushed further and further towards the peak.

I slowly and reluctantly loosened my grip around her waist and pulled my hand out from under her, before I could shift position. From there I lifted my head up and moved around in order to place my feet to the right and left of the matrass, just behind her head. Eagerly awaiting the experiences she would give me.

Once I had turned half way around, I press my face down over her orchid once more as I press my mound over her muzzle, feeling her hands around my waist as I had held on to her, only from right and left instead as from under me.

As I pressed my mound own over her muzzle, the moan quieted down since it couldn’t escape the confines of my orchid. Then I feel her parting her lips just before she started to lick my orchid, lapping up the built up moist and juices as the poured forth as she stimulated and excited me further.

I slip my hands in between her legs, grabbing her calves just above her smooth rubbery hooves holding on tightly, enjoying the smooth touch under my fingers. Feeling her legs tug, then again she kept coming. I hear each and every little squeak as they grew stronger with her excitement as I lapped away at her orchid from the other side.

As I press down, I soon feel her nibbles against my body as my nibbles brush against her belly. it was unavoidable, but still just as exciting to me. I could but imagine how the stimulation would push her even further.

Her large nibbles felt stiff under me. The coarse rubber, as elastic as it was only teased me further. I feel excitement in the firm stiffness in her nibbles, though I guess she would feel the same from me as I rub my body against hers. By now, time had lost all meaning.

Of course it was inevitable, several minutes later I came. I could feel her tongue inside me as my juices spurted more intensely than they had before. She responded by lapping harder, faster, just more intensely. I couldn’t help but enjoying the sensation of her tongue inside me, knowing she enjoyed it and the taste as much as I did. I clenched my fingers tighter around her calves each time I came as well.

As I finally let go of her once more, she was coming frequently, rapidly and fairly hard. I wanted to lick up each and every drop, but then something else hit me. I moved my head in order to reach her chest, while allowing her to keep her muzzle firmly under my orchid, it was a challenge at this point, but apparently I had managed to keep her in place.

I slowly started to lick the nibble, first from the top, then down along the side. The coarse surface allowed me to entice her. After a moment, I placed my lips on the tip, kissing her, then pressed my face, my lips down and felt her nibble slide in into my mouth and I soon sucked, tentatively, then firmly before I was rewarded with a squirt of her milk. The thick milk soon filled my mouth, so I swallowed as best I could.

Her milk had a taste, very different from the nectar, but just as delicious, or is it the excitement that made me experience it this way. I couldn’t say, but it wouldn’t matter all that much.

I let go of the nibble after what should be several minutes, only to move my head over to the other side of her chest, repeating the tease I had applied to the other nibble. Naturally, the coarse rubber is just as stiff and elastic. Both are her nibbles, they are bound to feel identical. Once I got to sucking the nibble, I was granted the next squirt.

Apparently, I came both times I felt the squirt in my mouth. Strange, but I am so excited already. All I care about is to tease her further, while allowing her to do the same for me.

For a moment I moved my head down to her mound, just to lap up all the juices that had accumulated during the few minutes I had focused on her chest. Once I got to it, I realised, just how thick the nectar had grown. She had gotten more excited than I had expected possible by how she contracted around my tongue as I did my best to get all the sweet juices.

Then it hit me, I wanted to push her the last little bit over, so I tried another idea. Her horn is still too short for me to reach it while she is eating me, sadly, so I had to get my rear out of her reach, as enjoyable as it had been.

Once I had managed to pull her muzzle out of me, I moved around and placed my body over hers, pressing my mound down on hers. Now I press her hips down and move my hands in under her shoulders, thus pinning her down further.

As I managed to place my hands on her cheeks, I lift my chest up enough to place my lips on the tip of her horn, from there I proceed to lick it, slowly carefully. From the top all the way down. Just teasing her along.

As it were, it seems she had managed to get my right nibble just on top of her muzzle, so she started to lick the nibble tenderly.

To my surprise, I could feel her getting a squirt as she sucked firmly on my nibble too. Only she had to suck harder and tease it a bit more than I had needed to, while she didn’t get anywhere near as much as I got from her. Maybe I had not been quite as sensitive, just as her nibbles are much larger them mine. Just thinking of how she must feel under me made me excited, all by itself.

“If you focus your magic through the horn, I know you will enjoy the sensations!” I slowly whispered in her right ear as I continued lapping the horn.

“Oooh!” she moaned as she managed to squeeze magic out through the horn, thus making it highly sensitive to my caressing licks.

The next moment I realised she was starting to heat up and was panting heavily. I couldn’t ignore it, but I had an idea as to what it meant.

I let go of her horn and moved my lips down slightly, placing my lips on the tip of her muzzle, parting my lips slightly, just enough to give her a nice tease. The kiss lasted but a short moment, but drove me on, just as I knew it did for her.

My lips soon hit the tip of her right nibble. I started to lick it, leaving it moist before I slipped my lips around it, feeling it slip into my mouth all the way before I started to suck. Only this time I sucked harder, making my best to swallow all she had to give. Just letting off enough for me to actually swallow. I wanted all she had to give.

Maybe it was a minute, maybe it was ten, I felt her nibble dry up, so I let go, moving over to the other side, licking the nibble, before I slide down over it sucking. Once I had it, she was close to her peak.

I turned around, placing my lips on top of her mound, pressing myself down over her, feeling her start to lap at my orchid. Keeping at it for as long as she stays juicy.

As I felt her tongue slowly stop, I let go. I had given her as much as she could take. On the other hoof, I had gotten away with quite alot myself too. I can’t complain, it felt way too good.

I managed to walk to her bed, sitting down and look at her where she lies, still coming. Would I leave her like this until she passed out? I just couldn’t quite bring myself to pull out the ball out of her, thus granting her the very last moments of joy for her, for as long as she was actually conscious.

Then her eyes closed and she finally relaxed, still coming hard.

I knew I had to pull the ball out eventually. Although I guess it would be convenient if I broke the seal to her hooves. I walked over to her and placed my right hand on her hoof, before I started to scratch at the rim of the hoof, only to realise, this wasn’t for me, was it.

Then it hit me, I did have my own original ball as well, if I swapped, I would be able to free her. The manual had explained it only too clearly. Besides, if I kept the ball in, I would simply become unconscious beside her and neither of us would be able to do anything.

Come Again: 5

Author's Note

Riku's POV

Come Again: 5

I still do lie on the floor, where she had placed the matrass for me. Only now I am apparently in my original human form. I lie flat on the matrass on the floor, both feet side by side. There is a tingling from the afterglow I feel.

As I lift my hand up before my face, I notice that she must have slipped my ball in since the manicure she gave me still is in effect. Unless something made it go through and stick to my physical body through that membrane gel she had applied to me. Either way, right now it doesn’t matter.

Knowing I had climaxed, just after she pulled the ball out of me. I am still too weak to lift my head up enough to see her, guessing she was lying on my bed, still resting as well. Wouldn’t change a thing to me. I had enjoyed the moment with her. If it had been but a few minutes or an entire day, what’s the difference.

As much as I had enjoyed and appreciated her little prank, I am still glad to be back to myself. She sure had given me a gift, one I will treasure for the rest of my days. Both the experience as such and the revelations that it brought with it. Apparently, she had managed to make me much more excited than I had dared dream I could ever be.

What I didn’t know is what she had been doing while I had been out, unconscious. I couldn’t feel the effect of it, partially because I had no experience of what she had done, but also because the effect didn’t let on, unless I engaged it.

Just as I couldn’t really feel the ball inside, this little change to me did not allow me to feel it, unless I slipped something inside.

Then I realised she was looking down at me, where I still lie resting. Apparently she had regained her strength faster than I had, but she had never been quite as challenged by the efforts of the excitement. The form I had given her and the adjustments I gave her made her more sensitive, now I had been in the form, leaving me to endure all she could give me. To top it all of, at the time she had teased my horn that originally was part of her.

“How do you feel?” she enquired in polite manner, yet in a curious voice.

“Exhausted, but excited. I have a faint recollection of you on top of me. You had swapped our balls, thus making me look like you?” I replied.

“Would you like a Muffin, I saved one for you on the off chance you would need something to chew on as you came around. Yes, I certainly did. It was a very interesting experience, but I have the impression it was exciting for you too!” she responded.

“A Muffin would be great right about now. Thank you, Sweetie. That would explain how I had hooves all of a sudden as I woke up, along with a few other details. Exciting, but it will take me a while to get used to and adjust to such an experience. I am glad you enjoyed it too, makes it all the more enjoyable, even as a memory to hold on to!” I pondered.

“If you can sit up?” she pointed out, helping me up to a sitting position, before handing me the Muffin she had promised me.

“I am delighted that you enjoyed it. Would have felt awful if you had told me you had not enjoyed your experience as I enjoyed it so much!” she then pointed out as I sat quietly, slowly chewing the Muffin I hold in my right hand.

“By the way, could I have another Muffin or two?” I enquired as I swallowed the last of the one she so recently had handed me.

“Oh, but of course. Certainly!” she responded as she jumped to her hooves and scurried out of the room.

“Here you go!” she pronounced as she came back with a small plate full of Muffins.

“Thanks!” I responded as I picked up the first of the Muffins.

“You are quite welcome. I couldn’t see you lying there without offering something in an attempt to make you feel better!” she offered graciously.

“Maybe a glass of juice, to make it easier to swallow all these Muffins?” I enquired.

“Certainly!” she responded as she rushed out to the kitchen, fetching a glass of juice for me.

Once I had swallowed the first Muffin, I apparently had gathered enough strength to realise something that had changed. Aside from the added effect to the nails, I now had pads on the tips of my nails, just more pronounced than the once I had given her before. I had enjoyed the effect as I had my copy of her ball inserted. I couldn’t exactly complain. I guess she had picked up on how I had reacted on the effect as she was on top of me earlier in the day, since it had to be the same day.

“I take it you applied pads to the tips of my fingers as I was out? I certainly did enjoy them and I am enjoying them just as much now. Thank you, Sweetie!” I pronounced as she came back into the room.

“I thought I noticed you enjoyed them, at the time, so I figured I should give you a chance to enjoy them as yourself as well!” she responded as she walked up to me.

“Thanks!” I put forth as I walked to the desk and sat down in the chair.

“Once again, you are quite welcome. Besides, I enjoyed applying them to you and the design for you. Since you are up, the chair is considerably more convenient!” she responded, looking curiously at me.

She then moved the plate of Muffins over to the desk and placed my glass of juice beside the plate, before she sat down on my bed. She pushed the matrass in under my bed where it was out of the way before sitting down.

“Thanks!” I said.

“If you don’t mind me saying it, but we may need a second desk and chair for me!” she pondered.

“Seems like a good idea!” I responded with a slight giggle, smiling back at her.

“In that case, ask Ponyo and Sora, then we could pick up the furniture together. They are in the same situation as we are, or I think they would be!” she pointed out.

“In that case, we could as well look for a new bed too? A double bed where we could lie side by side in the same bed, together seems like the way to go?” I offered.

“After today and the experience we just shared. Certainly!” she agreed.

Sweetie Belle’s Flash Back: 6

I had seen Riku lay unconscious, before I pulled the ball I had copied for her out of her rear entrance. I had left her like this in order for her to enjoy the very last instant of the moment. Wrong or right, I can not say, but it is what I did.

While she lies on her back, recuperating, I had copied her original ball for her. It is quite simple, but takes time. I didn’t really worry she would wake up, knowing she would still be out more than long enough for what I had in mind.

Once the process of copying the ball was completed, I pull out the copy and walk back to her, inserting the ball as the instructions described it. Only this time I had picked up a tube intended for the rear orifice, slipping the thick, stiff rubber inside, knowing she wouldn’t notice it right away.

I had applied the gel that made it fuse to her, before I applied another layer of gel over her entire body, he membrane gel would seal the tube inside, and integrate it into the form associated with this ball.

As I look at her, I realised I could give her just a little bit more fun, so I inserted a tube into her orchid, then sealing it into her. These tubes wouldn’t let on, unless engaged. The first would be very tight, giving the sense of slipping into a very thick tube, yet being elastic enough to make it easy to slip a hand in or inset, or extract a ball. The other frontal tube would give her the effect of thick honey coating her orchid, from the outer rim on the mound, all the way inside. From now on, she would be juicy and slippery inside her orchid in a way she could never have imagined, as coarse as the rubber of her orchid may be. Of course, she would be incapable of preventing insertion, or pushing it out after the effect, which I guess would be a very curious and exciting feeling and sensation on her part.

Just for fun, I had to try it out to see just how it would feel, slipping my hand inside in order to extract the ball. I guess she was tight enough now. Feeling her slippery rubber around my hand as tight as could still be comfortable, yet it was so elastic I felt her around every knuckle and between every finger as much as I had dared to hope for.

Once I had managed to slip my hand in and grip the ball, I pulled my hand out, only to let go of her ball, just before it would have slipped out and reverted her changes.

At this point, I picked up the elastic gel, uncapped it and slowly painted the right palm of her hand, then each finger from the thumb to the final, only to repeat the process with the left hand. From here I moved over and lifted up her right foot, slowly repeating the process once more, then finished off by covering the left foot as well.

Once I had capped the can, I picked up the nail polish, uncapped it and started polishing her finger nails, from the thumb, starting at the top centre and continued right and left, right and left, before I managed to coat the surface under the nail as well. Then I continued by repeating the process on the fingers of her left hand. As I had done both the right and left foot’s nails I let go of the foot as I had finally completed the process.

The one detail remaining is to cover her with the gel, adding a new layer of the membrane that integrated the last changes into the design the ball is to impose upon her while inserted into her rear orifice. For some reason, this only works, while it is inserted into the rear orifice, no effect while in any of the two other orifices, though. Neither the Orchid not the Mouth. I guess that is just as well.

Only now I realised something, there is one more detail I had in mind, giving her, something I expected her to enjoy. With that I picked up yet another vail, uncapped it and painted the tip of her fingers, from the thumb of her right hand, finger by finger and then the left thumb, finishing by applying a layer of the membrane gel all over her, once I had given her all the ten little pads, sensitive as they are, to the tips of each and every one of her fingers.

As I look at her, I found the lightly pink rubbery pads on the tips of her fingers exciting me. There was nothing to do about it, but to wait and see how she was to react to my little gift.

Waiting isn’t much of a problem. I realised I had the time, so I went out to the kitchen and brought a batch of Muffins back with me, slowly chewing on them one at the time, once I had gotten back into our room, sitting on the seat to her desk.

Author's Note

Sweetie Belle's POV