Trixie, the Creator of the Pony Prisonby PonyessChaptersPrologue, is Planning ahead: 1A Letter to a Dear Sister: 2A Letter from my Sister: 3An Episode of Options and Choices: 4Prologue, is Planning ahead: 1Author's Note Trixie's POV Prologue, is Planning ahead: 1 I am Trixie Lulamoon, formerly known as Trixie, the Great and Powerful. I did not make it as well as I had been expecting and thus wasn’t faring too well. I had been searching for trinkets, to amplify my magic and power; but Twilight Sparkle had stood me up. I ended up losing the game, even after I acquired the Alicorn Amulet. Now I had continued the search; even if I had widened the scope, to include spells that could be of any use to me. I guess I had learned this from a certain Starlight Glimmer; she may have lost, just as I did; but she had been doing much better than me. From my search and studies, I had managed to turn up a few items of interest. I had also learned a few tide-bits and interesting spells along the way. What may be the most important part; is that I could challenge her in a very different game, where I need not confront her in person. What if I could be a better Princess than Twilight, maybe I could get the recognition and admiration I had been yearning for; I guess this could be a better road to travel. There is the one, final piece; a gate to a new realm, where Humans are supposed to dwell. It had sounded interesting and promising; maybe the most interesting is that they have no magic, or power to speak of. Not knowing exactly how many times I could freely use the gate, I had prepared as much as I could; before I stepped over the border to the Human realm. One of the more important items on my list, is a set of crystals said to carry special magical properties, just like the Element of Magic had for Sunset Shimmer, when she went to Canterlot High. Another item on the list; is the rubber dummies I had created, applying magic to specially treated latex rubber. These Dummies will allow me to trap and control the host in a limited fashion; whether it came in the form of a Human, or a Pony. Either way; both comes fully equipped with a zipper along the entire spine and a valve up front over the belly bottom. Carrying a larger set of the Dummies would have been hard work, not to mention the risks it is involving. I did not have all that many bits, just like I never did; after acquiring the items I had intended to use, I had run up almost everything I had; but placed the rest in food I could store in my saddle bags. From there, I had crossed the border and planned to find myself a shelter. I still do need somewhere to stay; and my old home had been destroyed in Ponyville, by the Ursa Minor; which had been a mortifying defeat. The event had after all cost me much more than just the trailer in which I lived, even if I had lost everything else I owned in the process as well. Thankfully, I had found a home and shelter, a very kind girl asked me to stay at her home. I had been eager to accept, and thanked her as well as I could; with little to nothing to offer her in return. Of course, as embarrassing as it may be; I chose to offer her to clean her home and prepare the meals for the two of us. I guess that was the least I could do to prove my gratefulness to her. Later, another opportunity landed on our doorstep; and I eagerly took her suggestion for all it was worth, permitting her to try out the first of the Equine dummies I had brought with me. I had observed her as she found the dummy. She had managed to unzip it and climbed in, without knowing I had been looking at her the entire time. Slipping out of the shadow and zipping the suit securely as she was looking the other way. Once the zipper is closed; she is the pony, with no way out. Naturally, it is the one dummy I had left in the open; even if I never had expected her to find it, or show any interest in it in the first place. This is a leaf green Earth Pony; with a bright cyan mane and tail, in a simple style. Her cerise eyes had looked up in surprise and initial shock at me, as she realized what had just happened, and how easily I had betrayed her. Yet, the real challenge, and test is how well the created personality would hold up; if and when she was trying to break free. She never made any attempts to get free, out of her new prison. I have no idea as to how it feels, or how she would feel; once inside of that rubber dummy. From the description, its personality should take over and supply her with the basic of what she would need as a Pony. I guess I never bothered to read much beyond that, maybe I should have. Assuming she could hear and understand my words, I bent forwards. Bent on asking her a few simple questions. “How do you feel?” I inquired, starting out with the first and simple question. “Not bad, not bad at all; thank you for asking!” she responded; letting on that she was doing well and wasn’t even mad at me, for what I had just done. “You feel this?” I continued, placing my right hand on the middle of her plump equine rump. “Yes, but of course I do; shouldn’t I?” she responded, and twitched her tail in an equine manner. “How about this?” I continued, kissing her lightly on the tip of her muzzle. “Oooh!” she sighed; proving that she felt the slightest touch on her skin, as if the dummy had been her body; just as it had been intended. “It may feel strange to be in an equine body, but otherwise; everything seems to be all right for now!” she continued, as if to answer the next question, right on cue. The more she was engaging or challenging the suit, the deeper she would fall. With her initial reaction, the zipper had already become obscure and hard to see; while the handle is hidden under her mane. Maybe I shouldn’t blame her? I like her, and how she was turning out. She is reacting exactly as I had hoped; even if I never had foreseen her to fall quite this fast, or easily as she had. All things considered, I feel I owe her something. Maybe a special treat. Then, there is but the one thing I could do, right now. “Come with me?” I proposed, and she eagerly followed me to her bed and hopped up. “Sounds exciting!” she responded, eagerly and with a wide grin all over her short Equestrian muzzle. Maybe I should have been grossed out, making out with a Pony; but she is looking exactly the way I used to look, before I went through the portal, even if her colours are different from what mine are. Naturally, there is the one and obvious difference, her skin has the glistering sheen of well polished rubber, while my skin still has the mate luster. I can’t deny it, but I guess this only made it all the more exciting. As she turned over and presented her belly, I bend forwards and kiss her on the mound, before I lick the petals of her orchid. I could feel the coarse surface of the stiff rubber I had gifted her with, only slowly coating over with the hick slippery gel indicating excitement and arousal. “Ooooh!” she moaned in response, only falling deeper as I continued. I continued licking her for about a minute, just enjoying the sweetness of her delicious nectar; knowing full well what it was doing to her, and eagerly enjoying it even more. I hear her moans with every stroke of my tongue along her delicate and highly sensitive petals. “Delicious; I love the sound of your voice, as you moan for me!” I exclaimed. “I feel an urge and know I must return the favour and pleasure!” she merely responded between the moans. “That is something I am going to enjoy!” I responded. A Letter to a Dear Sister: 2Author's Note Lime Twister's POV A Letter to a Dear Sister: 2 “I would love to write a letter to my sister, but as a Pony I can’t even hold the pen. Maybe you could help me out, with that?” I had asked. “You need to write the letter, in order for them to recognize your handwriting. I am afraid I can’t write it for you, but I could try to help you to be able to write it!” she responded. “Would you really do that for me?” I inquired. “Sure, after you have been so good to me and permitted me to live in your home, with you. Why not?” she responded. I had trotted out onto the floor; now standing in the middle of the room, as she is walking up towards me. I eagerly follow her with my eyes, as she continues to walk closer and closer; seeing her even as she is always behind me; which is eerie all by itself, when I think of it, I never could see anything this far up behind me. She is now standing behind me, placing both her hands on my neck; searching for the one elusive item that would permit me to write that one letter. The only problem is that I do not want out of her; I am the Pony I wanted to be all along, even if I never knew of it; before she showed me the light. As she finally did find the zipper under the ruff of my mane, she carefully pulled it down slowly as to not cause me any pain or discomfort. She had prompted me to write the letter myself, in part due to the legitimate issue of authenticity; which could never have been proven unless I had actually been writing the letter myself. She needs to see my handwriting clearly in the letter, without any distortions in any way. Strangely enough, I feel her fingers as she pinch down hard in order to pull the zipper along the length of my spine; feeling how the fabric split open in order to reveal the hidden and original, true body I had once been born with is strange. She is in a manner revealing just how deeply I had been engaging the suit in the original act; which is causing me to sink deeper into the new Equine persona, than I had even been capable to realize. Only once she had managed to pull the zipper all the way down; did she slip in her right and left hands in order to pull me out of what I had grown used to, and am now referring to as my body. Bit by bit, she is slowly retrieving me from the rubbery flesh of the Pony I was identifying with. I desire to return as fast as I could, it is what I feel at this point. If the immersion could be reversed, is something I do not care about right now; even if I know I have to write the letter. “Do you have to pull out the rest of me, for me to write the letter to my sister?” I inquired; as she had managed to extract both my head, and my right and left arms. “If you can write an authentic letter, I guess I could make due!” she responded; not revealing the depth of the relief she is feeling, knowing I wanted to go back to being the Equine I had already become. With the pen in hand; I slowly scribble down letter by letter, spelling out the words; thus urging my sister to visit me. I would promise her a few exciting moments and tell her that there are a few things I need to explain, but only once she is by my cottage. Trixie had read the short letter and felt quite confident in the message I had delivered. She had sealed the envelope and placed the stamp on the freshly addressed envelope as well. With that, she had left for the nearest mailbox. When she came back, just a few minutes later; she soon turned to fulfill her promise and helped me to return to the state of Equinity, I so deeply desired. “Thank you, Trixie. I hope she will understand what I was trying to tell her!” I prompted, once she had sealed the zipper tight. “You are quite welcome, my dear Lime Twister; and I feel quite secure in her curiosity!” she responded. “I know and understand that I had to write the letter myself, but this has caused me to feel a bit disjointed!” I expressed, in a more worried tone of voice. “I think I have an idea. This shouldn’t be anything we can’t address, right now. Yet, I feel it would be more comfortable, if we do it in your bed room!” she pointed out. “Oh, okay!” I responded, with a weak hint of a new smile on my muzzle as I followed her into the privacy of the more secluded room. She carefully closed the door behind us and pointed at the bed. I followed her example and climbed up, before I turned around. Once on my back, she soon followed me up on the bed. I could both see and feel her placing her hands firmly on my body, just about where my waist had been; when I was the Human girl. Her hands are holding on firmly, reassuring me of her eager desire; as she bent forwards and placed her head over my mound, before she started to lick the petals on the top of my mound. Her actions made me feel wet. “This feels good. You think you could make me come, even after the ordeal of writing the letter to my sister? It is quite a pain to be outside my body like this, even for a very short period of time!” I prompted, eagerly and with some growing hope to my voice. “Since you already are wet; I feel quite certain, that you will be coming shortly; then I will make you keep coming!” she promised. “Oh, Ooh! Ooooh!” I moaned in response, as I felt my first orgasm of the day. “There, now I just need to stay on target!” she explained; before returning to the task at hand, keeping me coming for as long as she was able. With each and every time, I feel her tongue slide over the wet petals. I am moaning, as she is pushing me ever further. Of course, it had been as she was promising me a moment before; with the mounting excitement, the rift created by writing the letter soon started to heal. Moment by moment, the pain subsided and I slowly forgot the entire event as if it had never happened. Yet, I do recall writing and posting the letter to my sister, hoping she is coming soon. I feel hot and soaking. She certainly did know how to push my buttons just right. coming is wonderful, and I don’t want to stop. Apparently, she had no intention to stop any time soon, and I am not about to let her either. What I had not realized, is that the zipper is starting to revert as she is working me over. Section by section; the zipper is growing over. Just one segment at the time, with each orgasm, but the process had been initiated, with the consequences that are coming with it. After about half the zipper had disappeared completely; I would be stuck as the Pony I am, as if it was a problem to be worried about. I am enjoying myself far too much to be worried about the Human body I had been born with, and everything I am about to leave behind as it is no longer a part of who I am. Besides, I love Trixie far too deeply to stop, what I had started with her as my guide. A Letter from my Sister: 3I had just found a letter in my mailbox; and as I read the address, I realize it is from my sister. This feels like the excuse I had been looking for, in order to finally go and see her at the cottage. Maybe I didn’t really need an excuse, but once I had read the letter, I had to go to see her. In a way; I had been looking forwards to go there, I just never had gotten around to take the trip. Am I lazy, or had I been waiting for her invitation? Yet, now she had invited me, which is forcing my hand; I can’t turn down her open invitation. I had the letter in my hand bag, as I walked to the bus. The trip wasn’t all that long, which only begged the question; why I had I been stalling, never really getting to take the trip in the first place. It is silly, really. Of course it is her handwriting; not that I had bothered to have it authenticated, but I do recognize her writing well enough to say that it is hers now. As it turned out, the bus even stopped at a convenient distance from her home. Of course I had made the effort to check where to jump off of the bus, I have no intent of getting lost on the trip to my sister. Since she had invited me, I had to go; but she had never asked for me to confirm, so I simply chose the nearest convenient bus over. Convenient is just after work, on Friday afternoon. She had never specified how long she had expected me to say, but I was expecting her to like to see me for more than the hour, I had expected the explanation she had promised me to take. Once I had arrived, I simply gave her door a courteous knock; once, twice and thrice. I expected it to let on that I am here, why do I need anything more; besides, too insistent would have been rude as well. There are noises from inside the cottage, and a girl is coming to the door. The door goes up; and I see a girl, other than my sister. “Welcome, please enter. Your sister is waiting for you!” Trixie explained; as she stepped out of my way, as she was bidding me to come in. “Hiya, and thank you. I hope she is doing well!” I put forth, as I walked into the hall and closed the door behind myself. “Oh, but how rude of me; I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Trixie and I am a new friend of your sister’s!” Trixie continued, while I was walking from the hall towards the kitchen. “Oh, hiya, Trixie. Are you by any chance part, of what she had intended to tell me about; as I came over?” I inquired. “As a matter of fact, yes; she very much is!” came the voice of my sister, from inside the kitchen. “Hiya, Sis!” I exclaimed in response, before I had even seen her face. Of course, there is no mistaking her voice. I am just momentarily taken aback, by the unexpected revelation, standing before me. Once I had connected the dots, I know she is my sister. Looking closer at the Pony before me; I could even make out the mark on her flanks, even if I don’t know what they are; or what they are representing. “I can see the shock on your face and had been expected you to be a bit confused, by what I had to explain. I need you to see us with your very own two eyes, in order to explain it all!” she pointed out. “It isn’t every day your sister is turned into a Pony!” I merely pointed out. “No, which is good; even if you had had a few more sisters. I don’t blame you for not coming over to my cottage each and every day, but I have been feeling a bit lonely from time to time. Now I have been blessed, by finding someone to share my home and my days with; hope you don’t mind my choice, or the girl I chose to live with!” I explained in short, to begin with. “I guess I could have liked to have one more sister or brother, but I am quite fine with just the one I got; which is you, my dear Sis. We both do have our own and separate lives, we can’t crowd one-another’s home each day; but you do have a point, I could have been over to see you a few times more often. Before I know her, I can’t have an opinion of her; I need to get to know your Trixie, before I can pass down any kind of judgment over either of you!” I responded. “You know, Lime; I am already starting to like your sister quite a lot. If it isn’t too much to ask; I think I would like to show you a secret and offer you something a little special!” Trixie incited openly. “Thanks, Trixie. If it is what I think you are suggesting; that would probably be a fun idea, to explore!” Lime added cheerfully. “The way you put it; are you suggesting that I try out to become a Pony, just like my sister?” I responded, not knowing on which leg I am to stand. “If that is your choice, I would be happy to let you try it; yet I have the impression, you would like to see the options before you make your choice!” Trixie explained. “Options, choices? I think I like that idea!” I put forth. “Which is exactly why I mentioned that. I like options and choices as much as the next gall, so I expect others to see things the same way; even when I know some do prefer to just have the path pointed out, to them!” Trixie responded, with a hint of a giggle to her voice. “I am a follower of Options and Choices, pure and simple. May I see your options? So I could make up my mind and decide which I prefer, for myself!” I prompted firmly. Author's Note An Episode of Options and Choices: 4Trixie had been kind enough to lead me into the room, where she is currently storing all the options I had before me. Now I just need to make up my mind. Which of my options is the winner, if any of them? “But, Trixie. They are just plain white!” I observed; as I cast a glance at Trixie, then at my sister Lime Twister and back; “Of course they are white, they are blanks; still waiting for the right some Pony to fill them up and thus give them a life!” she responded simply. “Of course they are white, they are blanks; still waiting for the right some Pony to fill them up and thus give them a life!” she responded simply. “Oh, I guess that would make sense!” I responded; looking at the first Pony, then a Girl, a Satyr, a Centaur and a mermaid. “Can I try out that one?” I inquired; pointing my index finger at a version that was clearly resembling the Satyr, but not matching up exactly. “By all means, please do!” she responded; lifting up the dummy and placed it on the bed, for me to have a closer inspection. I look closer at what she had place before me, after I had asked her if I could try it out. What I see is looking fairly exciting to me, I just couldn’t quite put a finger on how or why. The major part is clearly effeminate, just like the girl I am; yet I could see her more Equine legs, with what would at first look like Pony hooves. Her hands are overly effeminate for all I could see, with these perfect, long nails; but with a few strange details, like the pads under the nails, at first giving me the image of a cat. I would estimate her chest to be a B-Cup with a perfect orb shape, even if her cherries does look somewhat larger than I had expected, but I could at least try. Why the mound is so heavily inflated, and the orchid is so detailed; I had no idea, but I guess I could get used to it, at least over the day. Of course; she is gifted with Equine ears, muzzle and a short and well rounded horn. What finally forced me to make up my mind, is the wide hips and the narrow waist. I couldn’t help myself; but simply had to try this one on, in order to see how it would feel. Once I had caressed the soft, smooth hide of my new body to be; I managed to pull down the zipper all the way down from just under the hairline at the upper edge of her spine, all the way down to the edge of her spine, where the tail should be. I carefully placed her on her belly; insisting on referring to the Dummy as her, even before I had even unzipped her. Once I had managed to climb up on the bed; I slowly slip in my right and left foot respectively, before I slide them all the way down. As my feet had reached about half the way down, I slip my hands in and slide them into the Dummy. I feel my body slide down as the rubber is slowly enveloping me. I had even managed to slip my head in, into her. There is a strange feeling, and a disorienting sensation as I realize that Trixie is in fact zipping the suit up tight behind me. By now, I feel my body as if I had been nude; which I incidentally had been as I entered. The bed is clearly under me, and I do feel the fabric just as if I had been as nude as I feel; not as if I had been inside a rubber doll or dummy. I turn around and lie on my back; lifting my right hand up before me, only to critically stare at the hand before me; the clear inch long nails, these bright, cerise pads, the still white suction sups; everything is where it should be, even if I now see the colours of my future self. Aside from the details, I am to be a bright, yet faint cerise. Apparently, I have an iridescent, cerise mane; the bangs are just like the once my sister has, from what I could see. For now, I am assuming that my eyes have not changed; since I slipped into the new me the Dummy had made me into. For some reason, Trixie had made me feel more like myself, than I had ever done before now. There is of course, the one and final detail she never told me about; something that I will have to discover for myself, when the time is right. Something referred to, as a Cutie Mark; something that is to identify me and reveal my inner core, who I am and what is to make me special beyond all else. It is as much the choices I make, as the talents I had been born with. I turned towards the center of the room, as I slide my legs off of the bed and step down onto the floor. With both my hooves firmly on the floor; I rose to my full height, such as I am now. My stance is slightly changed, as I stand on two hooves and have the Equine legs to go with them. Otherwise, little have changed; even if I guess I am a bit wider over my hips. The changes are no more than I feel comfortable with and know I can get used to; even if I had no idea, as to just how easy that would prove to be, soon enough. Much sooner than I had dared to hope, or would expect to be comfortable with. Yet, there is no turning back; what is done, is done. “Thank you, Trixie; this is wonderful!” I exclaimed. “You are quite welcome, my dear!” she responded. “Oh, and thank you, dear Sis. I would never have had this opportunity; if you had not taken the effort of writing me the letter, and invite me in!” I continued. “I was hoping you would feel it that way, now we can grow even closer than before and have even more fun together, Sis!” she responded. I look at my right hand for but a moment and reach behind my back in a fluid motion, but along the spine, I can feel no trace of where I knew the zipper had been. There may be a slight hint at the lower edge of my spine, while the other end vanishes under my hair. “Could, could you see the zipper along my back?” I asked, as if I had been eager to know more than actually asking for an escape route in the first place. “It is there, but it will only show, when you desire to or really do need to exit!” Trixie explained; matter of fact, without actually hiding anything. “So it is basically an illusion to protect the immersion and help me enjoy myself in the way I want to be?” I inquired. “I wish I could have expressed that better myself, but I can’t! You are as spot on as words could express it!” she prompted, looking dreamingly into a middle distance. “Of course, there is something I would love to share with you. If it is embarrassing on you; I am sure Trixie could have a cup of tea, while we have a moment together as sisters; but I really need to!” she proposed. “What are you suggesting?” I inquired. “Something, just a tad more exciting than a scratch behind my ears!” she responded.
Prologue, is Planning ahead: 1Author's Note Trixie's POV Prologue, is Planning ahead: 1 I am Trixie Lulamoon, formerly known as Trixie, the Great and Powerful. I did not make it as well as I had been expecting and thus wasn’t faring too well. I had been searching for trinkets, to amplify my magic and power; but Twilight Sparkle had stood me up. I ended up losing the game, even after I acquired the Alicorn Amulet. Now I had continued the search; even if I had widened the scope, to include spells that could be of any use to me. I guess I had learned this from a certain Starlight Glimmer; she may have lost, just as I did; but she had been doing much better than me. From my search and studies, I had managed to turn up a few items of interest. I had also learned a few tide-bits and interesting spells along the way. What may be the most important part; is that I could challenge her in a very different game, where I need not confront her in person. What if I could be a better Princess than Twilight, maybe I could get the recognition and admiration I had been yearning for; I guess this could be a better road to travel. There is the one, final piece; a gate to a new realm, where Humans are supposed to dwell. It had sounded interesting and promising; maybe the most interesting is that they have no magic, or power to speak of. Not knowing exactly how many times I could freely use the gate, I had prepared as much as I could; before I stepped over the border to the Human realm. One of the more important items on my list, is a set of crystals said to carry special magical properties, just like the Element of Magic had for Sunset Shimmer, when she went to Canterlot High. Another item on the list; is the rubber dummies I had created, applying magic to specially treated latex rubber. These Dummies will allow me to trap and control the host in a limited fashion; whether it came in the form of a Human, or a Pony. Either way; both comes fully equipped with a zipper along the entire spine and a valve up front over the belly bottom. Carrying a larger set of the Dummies would have been hard work, not to mention the risks it is involving. I did not have all that many bits, just like I never did; after acquiring the items I had intended to use, I had run up almost everything I had; but placed the rest in food I could store in my saddle bags. From there, I had crossed the border and planned to find myself a shelter. I still do need somewhere to stay; and my old home had been destroyed in Ponyville, by the Ursa Minor; which had been a mortifying defeat. The event had after all cost me much more than just the trailer in which I lived, even if I had lost everything else I owned in the process as well. Thankfully, I had found a home and shelter, a very kind girl asked me to stay at her home. I had been eager to accept, and thanked her as well as I could; with little to nothing to offer her in return. Of course, as embarrassing as it may be; I chose to offer her to clean her home and prepare the meals for the two of us. I guess that was the least I could do to prove my gratefulness to her. Later, another opportunity landed on our doorstep; and I eagerly took her suggestion for all it was worth, permitting her to try out the first of the Equine dummies I had brought with me. I had observed her as she found the dummy. She had managed to unzip it and climbed in, without knowing I had been looking at her the entire time. Slipping out of the shadow and zipping the suit securely as she was looking the other way. Once the zipper is closed; she is the pony, with no way out. Naturally, it is the one dummy I had left in the open; even if I never had expected her to find it, or show any interest in it in the first place. This is a leaf green Earth Pony; with a bright cyan mane and tail, in a simple style. Her cerise eyes had looked up in surprise and initial shock at me, as she realized what had just happened, and how easily I had betrayed her. Yet, the real challenge, and test is how well the created personality would hold up; if and when she was trying to break free. She never made any attempts to get free, out of her new prison. I have no idea as to how it feels, or how she would feel; once inside of that rubber dummy. From the description, its personality should take over and supply her with the basic of what she would need as a Pony. I guess I never bothered to read much beyond that, maybe I should have. Assuming she could hear and understand my words, I bent forwards. Bent on asking her a few simple questions. “How do you feel?” I inquired, starting out with the first and simple question. “Not bad, not bad at all; thank you for asking!” she responded; letting on that she was doing well and wasn’t even mad at me, for what I had just done. “You feel this?” I continued, placing my right hand on the middle of her plump equine rump. “Yes, but of course I do; shouldn’t I?” she responded, and twitched her tail in an equine manner. “How about this?” I continued, kissing her lightly on the tip of her muzzle. “Oooh!” she sighed; proving that she felt the slightest touch on her skin, as if the dummy had been her body; just as it had been intended. “It may feel strange to be in an equine body, but otherwise; everything seems to be all right for now!” she continued, as if to answer the next question, right on cue. The more she was engaging or challenging the suit, the deeper she would fall. With her initial reaction, the zipper had already become obscure and hard to see; while the handle is hidden under her mane. Maybe I shouldn’t blame her? I like her, and how she was turning out. She is reacting exactly as I had hoped; even if I never had foreseen her to fall quite this fast, or easily as she had. All things considered, I feel I owe her something. Maybe a special treat. Then, there is but the one thing I could do, right now. “Come with me?” I proposed, and she eagerly followed me to her bed and hopped up. “Sounds exciting!” she responded, eagerly and with a wide grin all over her short Equestrian muzzle. Maybe I should have been grossed out, making out with a Pony; but she is looking exactly the way I used to look, before I went through the portal, even if her colours are different from what mine are. Naturally, there is the one and obvious difference, her skin has the glistering sheen of well polished rubber, while my skin still has the mate luster. I can’t deny it, but I guess this only made it all the more exciting. As she turned over and presented her belly, I bend forwards and kiss her on the mound, before I lick the petals of her orchid. I could feel the coarse surface of the stiff rubber I had gifted her with, only slowly coating over with the hick slippery gel indicating excitement and arousal. “Ooooh!” she moaned in response, only falling deeper as I continued. I continued licking her for about a minute, just enjoying the sweetness of her delicious nectar; knowing full well what it was doing to her, and eagerly enjoying it even more. I hear her moans with every stroke of my tongue along her delicate and highly sensitive petals. “Delicious; I love the sound of your voice, as you moan for me!” I exclaimed. “I feel an urge and know I must return the favour and pleasure!” she merely responded between the moans. “That is something I am going to enjoy!” I responded.
A Letter to a Dear Sister: 2Author's Note Lime Twister's POV A Letter to a Dear Sister: 2 “I would love to write a letter to my sister, but as a Pony I can’t even hold the pen. Maybe you could help me out, with that?” I had asked. “You need to write the letter, in order for them to recognize your handwriting. I am afraid I can’t write it for you, but I could try to help you to be able to write it!” she responded. “Would you really do that for me?” I inquired. “Sure, after you have been so good to me and permitted me to live in your home, with you. Why not?” she responded. I had trotted out onto the floor; now standing in the middle of the room, as she is walking up towards me. I eagerly follow her with my eyes, as she continues to walk closer and closer; seeing her even as she is always behind me; which is eerie all by itself, when I think of it, I never could see anything this far up behind me. She is now standing behind me, placing both her hands on my neck; searching for the one elusive item that would permit me to write that one letter. The only problem is that I do not want out of her; I am the Pony I wanted to be all along, even if I never knew of it; before she showed me the light. As she finally did find the zipper under the ruff of my mane, she carefully pulled it down slowly as to not cause me any pain or discomfort. She had prompted me to write the letter myself, in part due to the legitimate issue of authenticity; which could never have been proven unless I had actually been writing the letter myself. She needs to see my handwriting clearly in the letter, without any distortions in any way. Strangely enough, I feel her fingers as she pinch down hard in order to pull the zipper along the length of my spine; feeling how the fabric split open in order to reveal the hidden and original, true body I had once been born with is strange. She is in a manner revealing just how deeply I had been engaging the suit in the original act; which is causing me to sink deeper into the new Equine persona, than I had even been capable to realize. Only once she had managed to pull the zipper all the way down; did she slip in her right and left hands in order to pull me out of what I had grown used to, and am now referring to as my body. Bit by bit, she is slowly retrieving me from the rubbery flesh of the Pony I was identifying with. I desire to return as fast as I could, it is what I feel at this point. If the immersion could be reversed, is something I do not care about right now; even if I know I have to write the letter. “Do you have to pull out the rest of me, for me to write the letter to my sister?” I inquired; as she had managed to extract both my head, and my right and left arms. “If you can write an authentic letter, I guess I could make due!” she responded; not revealing the depth of the relief she is feeling, knowing I wanted to go back to being the Equine I had already become. With the pen in hand; I slowly scribble down letter by letter, spelling out the words; thus urging my sister to visit me. I would promise her a few exciting moments and tell her that there are a few things I need to explain, but only once she is by my cottage. Trixie had read the short letter and felt quite confident in the message I had delivered. She had sealed the envelope and placed the stamp on the freshly addressed envelope as well. With that, she had left for the nearest mailbox. When she came back, just a few minutes later; she soon turned to fulfill her promise and helped me to return to the state of Equinity, I so deeply desired. “Thank you, Trixie. I hope she will understand what I was trying to tell her!” I prompted, once she had sealed the zipper tight. “You are quite welcome, my dear Lime Twister; and I feel quite secure in her curiosity!” she responded. “I know and understand that I had to write the letter myself, but this has caused me to feel a bit disjointed!” I expressed, in a more worried tone of voice. “I think I have an idea. This shouldn’t be anything we can’t address, right now. Yet, I feel it would be more comfortable, if we do it in your bed room!” she pointed out. “Oh, okay!” I responded, with a weak hint of a new smile on my muzzle as I followed her into the privacy of the more secluded room. She carefully closed the door behind us and pointed at the bed. I followed her example and climbed up, before I turned around. Once on my back, she soon followed me up on the bed. I could both see and feel her placing her hands firmly on my body, just about where my waist had been; when I was the Human girl. Her hands are holding on firmly, reassuring me of her eager desire; as she bent forwards and placed her head over my mound, before she started to lick the petals on the top of my mound. Her actions made me feel wet. “This feels good. You think you could make me come, even after the ordeal of writing the letter to my sister? It is quite a pain to be outside my body like this, even for a very short period of time!” I prompted, eagerly and with some growing hope to my voice. “Since you already are wet; I feel quite certain, that you will be coming shortly; then I will make you keep coming!” she promised. “Oh, Ooh! Ooooh!” I moaned in response, as I felt my first orgasm of the day. “There, now I just need to stay on target!” she explained; before returning to the task at hand, keeping me coming for as long as she was able. With each and every time, I feel her tongue slide over the wet petals. I am moaning, as she is pushing me ever further. Of course, it had been as she was promising me a moment before; with the mounting excitement, the rift created by writing the letter soon started to heal. Moment by moment, the pain subsided and I slowly forgot the entire event as if it had never happened. Yet, I do recall writing and posting the letter to my sister, hoping she is coming soon. I feel hot and soaking. She certainly did know how to push my buttons just right. coming is wonderful, and I don’t want to stop. Apparently, she had no intention to stop any time soon, and I am not about to let her either. What I had not realized, is that the zipper is starting to revert as she is working me over. Section by section; the zipper is growing over. Just one segment at the time, with each orgasm, but the process had been initiated, with the consequences that are coming with it. After about half the zipper had disappeared completely; I would be stuck as the Pony I am, as if it was a problem to be worried about. I am enjoying myself far too much to be worried about the Human body I had been born with, and everything I am about to leave behind as it is no longer a part of who I am. Besides, I love Trixie far too deeply to stop, what I had started with her as my guide.
A Letter from my Sister: 3I had just found a letter in my mailbox; and as I read the address, I realize it is from my sister. This feels like the excuse I had been looking for, in order to finally go and see her at the cottage. Maybe I didn’t really need an excuse, but once I had read the letter, I had to go to see her. In a way; I had been looking forwards to go there, I just never had gotten around to take the trip. Am I lazy, or had I been waiting for her invitation? Yet, now she had invited me, which is forcing my hand; I can’t turn down her open invitation. I had the letter in my hand bag, as I walked to the bus. The trip wasn’t all that long, which only begged the question; why I had I been stalling, never really getting to take the trip in the first place. It is silly, really. Of course it is her handwriting; not that I had bothered to have it authenticated, but I do recognize her writing well enough to say that it is hers now. As it turned out, the bus even stopped at a convenient distance from her home. Of course I had made the effort to check where to jump off of the bus, I have no intent of getting lost on the trip to my sister. Since she had invited me, I had to go; but she had never asked for me to confirm, so I simply chose the nearest convenient bus over. Convenient is just after work, on Friday afternoon. She had never specified how long she had expected me to say, but I was expecting her to like to see me for more than the hour, I had expected the explanation she had promised me to take. Once I had arrived, I simply gave her door a courteous knock; once, twice and thrice. I expected it to let on that I am here, why do I need anything more; besides, too insistent would have been rude as well. There are noises from inside the cottage, and a girl is coming to the door. The door goes up; and I see a girl, other than my sister. “Welcome, please enter. Your sister is waiting for you!” Trixie explained; as she stepped out of my way, as she was bidding me to come in. “Hiya, and thank you. I hope she is doing well!” I put forth, as I walked into the hall and closed the door behind myself. “Oh, but how rude of me; I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Trixie and I am a new friend of your sister’s!” Trixie continued, while I was walking from the hall towards the kitchen. “Oh, hiya, Trixie. Are you by any chance part, of what she had intended to tell me about; as I came over?” I inquired. “As a matter of fact, yes; she very much is!” came the voice of my sister, from inside the kitchen. “Hiya, Sis!” I exclaimed in response, before I had even seen her face. Of course, there is no mistaking her voice. I am just momentarily taken aback, by the unexpected revelation, standing before me. Once I had connected the dots, I know she is my sister. Looking closer at the Pony before me; I could even make out the mark on her flanks, even if I don’t know what they are; or what they are representing. “I can see the shock on your face and had been expected you to be a bit confused, by what I had to explain. I need you to see us with your very own two eyes, in order to explain it all!” she pointed out. “It isn’t every day your sister is turned into a Pony!” I merely pointed out. “No, which is good; even if you had had a few more sisters. I don’t blame you for not coming over to my cottage each and every day, but I have been feeling a bit lonely from time to time. Now I have been blessed, by finding someone to share my home and my days with; hope you don’t mind my choice, or the girl I chose to live with!” I explained in short, to begin with. “I guess I could have liked to have one more sister or brother, but I am quite fine with just the one I got; which is you, my dear Sis. We both do have our own and separate lives, we can’t crowd one-another’s home each day; but you do have a point, I could have been over to see you a few times more often. Before I know her, I can’t have an opinion of her; I need to get to know your Trixie, before I can pass down any kind of judgment over either of you!” I responded. “You know, Lime; I am already starting to like your sister quite a lot. If it isn’t too much to ask; I think I would like to show you a secret and offer you something a little special!” Trixie incited openly. “Thanks, Trixie. If it is what I think you are suggesting; that would probably be a fun idea, to explore!” Lime added cheerfully. “The way you put it; are you suggesting that I try out to become a Pony, just like my sister?” I responded, not knowing on which leg I am to stand. “If that is your choice, I would be happy to let you try it; yet I have the impression, you would like to see the options before you make your choice!” Trixie explained. “Options, choices? I think I like that idea!” I put forth. “Which is exactly why I mentioned that. I like options and choices as much as the next gall, so I expect others to see things the same way; even when I know some do prefer to just have the path pointed out, to them!” Trixie responded, with a hint of a giggle to her voice. “I am a follower of Options and Choices, pure and simple. May I see your options? So I could make up my mind and decide which I prefer, for myself!” I prompted firmly. Author's Note
An Episode of Options and Choices: 4Trixie had been kind enough to lead me into the room, where she is currently storing all the options I had before me. Now I just need to make up my mind. Which of my options is the winner, if any of them? “But, Trixie. They are just plain white!” I observed; as I cast a glance at Trixie, then at my sister Lime Twister and back; “Of course they are white, they are blanks; still waiting for the right some Pony to fill them up and thus give them a life!” she responded simply. “Of course they are white, they are blanks; still waiting for the right some Pony to fill them up and thus give them a life!” she responded simply. “Oh, I guess that would make sense!” I responded; looking at the first Pony, then a Girl, a Satyr, a Centaur and a mermaid. “Can I try out that one?” I inquired; pointing my index finger at a version that was clearly resembling the Satyr, but not matching up exactly. “By all means, please do!” she responded; lifting up the dummy and placed it on the bed, for me to have a closer inspection. I look closer at what she had place before me, after I had asked her if I could try it out. What I see is looking fairly exciting to me, I just couldn’t quite put a finger on how or why. The major part is clearly effeminate, just like the girl I am; yet I could see her more Equine legs, with what would at first look like Pony hooves. Her hands are overly effeminate for all I could see, with these perfect, long nails; but with a few strange details, like the pads under the nails, at first giving me the image of a cat. I would estimate her chest to be a B-Cup with a perfect orb shape, even if her cherries does look somewhat larger than I had expected, but I could at least try. Why the mound is so heavily inflated, and the orchid is so detailed; I had no idea, but I guess I could get used to it, at least over the day. Of course; she is gifted with Equine ears, muzzle and a short and well rounded horn. What finally forced me to make up my mind, is the wide hips and the narrow waist. I couldn’t help myself; but simply had to try this one on, in order to see how it would feel. Once I had caressed the soft, smooth hide of my new body to be; I managed to pull down the zipper all the way down from just under the hairline at the upper edge of her spine, all the way down to the edge of her spine, where the tail should be. I carefully placed her on her belly; insisting on referring to the Dummy as her, even before I had even unzipped her. Once I had managed to climb up on the bed; I slowly slip in my right and left foot respectively, before I slide them all the way down. As my feet had reached about half the way down, I slip my hands in and slide them into the Dummy. I feel my body slide down as the rubber is slowly enveloping me. I had even managed to slip my head in, into her. There is a strange feeling, and a disorienting sensation as I realize that Trixie is in fact zipping the suit up tight behind me. By now, I feel my body as if I had been nude; which I incidentally had been as I entered. The bed is clearly under me, and I do feel the fabric just as if I had been as nude as I feel; not as if I had been inside a rubber doll or dummy. I turn around and lie on my back; lifting my right hand up before me, only to critically stare at the hand before me; the clear inch long nails, these bright, cerise pads, the still white suction sups; everything is where it should be, even if I now see the colours of my future self. Aside from the details, I am to be a bright, yet faint cerise. Apparently, I have an iridescent, cerise mane; the bangs are just like the once my sister has, from what I could see. For now, I am assuming that my eyes have not changed; since I slipped into the new me the Dummy had made me into. For some reason, Trixie had made me feel more like myself, than I had ever done before now. There is of course, the one and final detail she never told me about; something that I will have to discover for myself, when the time is right. Something referred to, as a Cutie Mark; something that is to identify me and reveal my inner core, who I am and what is to make me special beyond all else. It is as much the choices I make, as the talents I had been born with. I turned towards the center of the room, as I slide my legs off of the bed and step down onto the floor. With both my hooves firmly on the floor; I rose to my full height, such as I am now. My stance is slightly changed, as I stand on two hooves and have the Equine legs to go with them. Otherwise, little have changed; even if I guess I am a bit wider over my hips. The changes are no more than I feel comfortable with and know I can get used to; even if I had no idea, as to just how easy that would prove to be, soon enough. Much sooner than I had dared to hope, or would expect to be comfortable with. Yet, there is no turning back; what is done, is done. “Thank you, Trixie; this is wonderful!” I exclaimed. “You are quite welcome, my dear!” she responded. “Oh, and thank you, dear Sis. I would never have had this opportunity; if you had not taken the effort of writing me the letter, and invite me in!” I continued. “I was hoping you would feel it that way, now we can grow even closer than before and have even more fun together, Sis!” she responded. I look at my right hand for but a moment and reach behind my back in a fluid motion, but along the spine, I can feel no trace of where I knew the zipper had been. There may be a slight hint at the lower edge of my spine, while the other end vanishes under my hair. “Could, could you see the zipper along my back?” I asked, as if I had been eager to know more than actually asking for an escape route in the first place. “It is there, but it will only show, when you desire to or really do need to exit!” Trixie explained; matter of fact, without actually hiding anything. “So it is basically an illusion to protect the immersion and help me enjoy myself in the way I want to be?” I inquired. “I wish I could have expressed that better myself, but I can’t! You are as spot on as words could express it!” she prompted, looking dreamingly into a middle distance. “Of course, there is something I would love to share with you. If it is embarrassing on you; I am sure Trixie could have a cup of tea, while we have a moment together as sisters; but I really need to!” she proposed. “What are you suggesting?” I inquired. “Something, just a tad more exciting than a scratch behind my ears!” she responded.
