Keldaripolis of Futaquestria; the Pink Twilight

“Could you help me, my boots are still fused to the floor under the bed!” I point out.

Her mouth is still wide open, just as it is coated with the now solid rubber. She gazes up at me, in amazed awe.

She just nods. Still too exhausted to waste breath on words, or just too dazed to think clearly enough to even try to speak.

She sits up and reaches down to the boots, fumbling frenetically; with the little energy she currently has available, to her. Moment by moment, but she soon manage to hit the spot and my boots release.

I bend down and release her, planting my lips on the tip of her muzzle in a kiss. My tongue slips out between slightly parted lips. I lick the membrane sealing her muzzle tightly.

As the tip of my tongue touches the clear, rubber membrane, the rubber slowly dissolves into fluid saliva. Just a moment after I finally do break the kiss, her muzzle is back to normal; as if nothing had actually happened, even if the consequences will be lingering within her mind for time to come.

“Oooh; that, that, that was amazing, and breathtaking!” she mumbles, just as she manages to catch her breath.

“Yes, it certainly was!” I respond.

She winks at me, and nods.

“Would you hold on to my waist? Lick your lips, then smack them twice!” I incite, with a wide grin as I wink at her.

“Like this?” she inquires, as I feel her still wet hands landing on my waist, holding on firmly.

“Exactly!” I respond, as I see her licking her lips in anticipation, just a moment before she is smacking her lips.

I place my hands on her his as she is licking her lips, sliding them forwards; feeling my fingers slide into her rear orifice as she is smacking her lips.

I tease the rim of her orifice, as I pull my hands apart; thus dilating her rapidly, close to the point of my comfort.

“Ooh!” she gasps, as her mouth goes wide.

She just gazes into my eyes, as the membrane is formed and her muzzle now is coated in clear rubber.

I keep her fixed with my gaze, as I keep teasing her for a minute. Just as I feel the first orgasm, I let go.

As I kiss her, I pert my lips and extend my tongue; licking the clear membrane, feeling it dissolving once more.

“How, how, how could you do that?” she merely mumbles, excitement glowing in her now wide open eyes.

“Let me demonstrate, please!” I put forth.

“Please do! I am all yours!” she merely responds.

“Exactly!” I point out.

“First; you place your hands on your hips, like this!” I point out, clearly demonstrating the point.

“Okay!” she responds, as she is mirroring my pose.

“Now you slip you hands back, feel the tips of your fingers slide in over the rim!” I continue.

“Oooh, okay!” she responds, as she follows my instructions.

“There; now you lick your lips and make a firm smack!” I continue; watching her, as she complies.

“Tease your orifice, by rubbing the rim; as you pull your hands as far apart as you can, dilating yourself!” I finish.

“Mmhmmm! Aaaaah!” she gasps, in response.

She feels her mouth go wide as she is dilating. The saliva had reconstituted into a highly elastic and adamant membrane between her lips and is now coating her entire muzzle.

“Keep teasing yourself, rub the tips of your fingers over the rim!” I urge her.

I gaze into her eyes, as they go wide in shock, fear, excitement and pleasure.

“Do by no means slip, but dilate yourself as much as you possibly can!” I instruct her, as I continue to gaze into her eyes.

“Yes, Mistress!” she ponders, as she complies.

“Oh, oh; ooh, ooh!” she ponders, as she is experiencing the tips of her fingers slowly rubbing the rim of her orifice as if it had been her orchid in the first place.

I continue to gaze into her eyes, as they slowly glazes over.

“Time to capture the moment, for her!” I exclaim, as I extract my can of lubrication.

“Oooh, oooh; oooh, oooh!” she ponders, as she is experiencing the first orgasm in this position.

With one swift motion, I uncap the can; before I scoop up the clear gel with my right hand, then slowly apply the gel to the tip of her muzzle. From there; I continue to coat the entire muzzle and spread the gel out over her entire face.

As I finished, I had left her face in a glossy state and feeling wet. With that, I cap the can, quietly.

“Time to watch, as she is enduring what I have exposed her to!” I point out.

She had not heard anything; since her eyes had glazed over.

“I guess this lends an entirely new meaning to the expression; glazed over!” I ponder, giggling at the silly pun.

Of course she is not holding back, in her current state; holding herself fully open, as she is caressing the rim of what is now to pass for her orchid. I am sporting a grin, so wide it would have scared even Princess Celestia herself. Very few can perform a wide grin, without even breaking a sweat, or making it into a toothy caricature of a Timber-Wolves grin.

No one can grin, out of true excitement and joy, to the point where they let go of the ground; though I have been seen, going ballistic in pure joy.

“Why does my cupcake look so delicious?” I ask myself.

“Maybe, because she is my very own, purple cupcake?” I answer myself.

“Yes, she is indeed!” I hear a discorded balloon respond, from just over my right shoulder.

Almost as if that had been my shoulder Daemon, in the form of one messed up balloon.

“And here, I though I had monopoly on talking to myself!” I hear another balloon on my left shoulder.

“This is Pinkamena Diane Pie, remember?” the first Balloon responds, smirking dangerously at the shoulder Angel.

For a moment, I consider ignoring them; but thinks better of it and make haste of it.

“Twilly will enjoy popping the two of you!” I point out, as I catch their respective strings.

I tie their respective strings to the nearest, safe object in sight. With that, I uncap the can of my lubrication gel. The one I just coated Twilight’s entire face with.

Once the can is open and the two balloons are safely bound in place; I scoop up a handful of gel and coat the right and left balloons, respectively with the slippery gel.

“Blurb, blurb!” they bubble, in a desperate attempt to reason with me.

Just that once the gel is coating the entire balloon, she is securely mute.

“There, that should do it; now I can watch her, as she is enjoying the rest of her treat!” I explain.

“Popping, is such a delicious word; even more so, when it is referring to a lubrication frosted balloon!” I ponder.

“Speaking of, there is one more thing to attend to!” I remind myself.

“Her head is delicious, when I have her coated in lubrication!” I giggle; as I apply the reminder of the gel in my hands.

“There, slippery and glossy; just the way I like my cupcakes!” I tease the balloons by my side.

“Quit squirming!” I giggle, as I watch the gel fusing to the rubber and transform the rubber it had been made out of.

While the two twin balloons continue their futile struggle, I enjoy watching Twilight enjoying herself in the grasp of my coercion and the gel I had applied to her.

Time slipping by, ignored; while the balloons finally gives up.

Twilight is panting, her heart racing; as she finally slip out, her fingers no longer managing to stay on the rim. As she is losing the grip, her fingers slip out and the dilation collapses with a loud and wet smack.

I step forwards, kissing her on the tip of the head; before I lick it clean and dry. Just as I had licked of the entire head, I slowly push forwards, accepting the head between slightly parted lips.

I place my hands on her hips, hold onto her and pull back before I am raising to my full height.

I slide my hands up to under her breasts, before I am kissing her squarely on her lips. Parting my lips and my tongue slip out and slide through the softening membrane into her mouth.

Slowly and deliberately, I lick her lips. I continue to lick the rest of her muzzle in a clockwise circle. Inch by inch, I lap away at her and enjoy the sweet frosting coating her face.

Minute by minute, I enjoy myself as I am accepting the treat that is the frosting coating her face. I continue, until I have liberated her entire face. Only once her face is completely dry, do I stop and take a step back.

She gasps. I can clearly see; just how much it had taken, as she is completely exhausted.

“That, that, that was wonderful!” she merely stumbles.

“I think you would need to lie down and rest!” I point out, as I am helping her back to the bed.

She follows me; limply, without any protest.

“Good girl, good girl!” I mumble, to her; in a nonchalantly, soothing voice.

“Yes, Mistress!” She responds.

“That was a blast, wasn’t it?” I inquire.

“Breathtaking, exhausting; but yes, that was a blast!” she adds.

“Just close your eyes, and hold on to the sides of the bed!” I instruct her.

She complies, and I grab a firm grip onto the shaft of her bro.

“Uh; oh, oh?” she mumbles, in response.

“Exactly!” I respond, before I pull the yellow out of her.

“That, feels strange!” she mumbles.

“Just rest, and I will be back tomorrow!” I point out.

With that, I pull a quilt over her body.

She soon wander of, into a slumber.

“You have a shock, by tomorrow; I promise you, Twilly!” I whisper, before I walk out and leave her to rest.