A Suit; Extended

Chapters

Episode: 1 - On Stage
Episode: 2 - Back-Stage
In a Side-Room
Blowing of Steam in the Dressing Room
Confetti Explosion’s Pet
Slippery Truth of a Unicorn’s Milk
A Room, For just Me
A confused Unicorn to be
Back to the Barn, Confetti Explosion everywhere
Surprise, Shock and Exciting Favours
Episode: 12 - Climax, Black-Out and Continuation
Episode: 13 A sweet Morning After
Stretching my Boundaries
Episode: 15 - Giving Space, and Exploring the Novelty
Exit Promised, in the Safe Room

Episode: 1 - On Stage

A girl is entering the stage, and the crowd goes wild. Of course, it is Rarity; so what had been expected? I can’t mistake the marshmallow, white girl; with deep, purple hair, in the stylish light curls.

Just as Rarity had stopped at the middle of the stage, Pinkie Pie is sneaking up on the stage.
Naturally, her hair is curled up rightly and a wide grin is on her face. She is pushing a Party-Cannon, on the right of the stage. A second Canon is pushed up, by another pink girl.

“For some reason, I got a large shipment of hasmet suits; as if intended for this show! While I could not pass up the chance of making them fashionable and beautiful, my friend Pinkie Pie suggested I had to adjust them in more festive ways.. Then Twilight Sparkle offered her hand in the project of adjusting them!” Rarity is explaining.

Spread cheers are heard, as the girls closest to the stage is starting to grow excited. I find it hard, not to be swept away, by the outburst of excitement.

“What could she possibly be up to? I think I should see what she has in mind!” I ponder, as I start to look at Rarity with growing interest.

While this Suit could save my life, if I get in as pinch; but why does it have to be so awful in appearance?” Rarity exclaims, with a dreadful expression of revulsion on her face.

“Even I could have made it just slightly better looking!” Twilight sparkle responds, as she is stepping out on the scene, beside Rarity.

“Yes, but of course; and then you would make it twice as useful, my dear Twilight!” Rarity responds.

I notice Rarity’s expression starting to light up, as she was speaking.

Of course, this is when the Cannons go of, once again. Pinkie Pie just can not let go of her Cannon, and her assistant seems to be Har Wired to follow her cue.

“If the suit is just plain yellow, you would not know Fluttershy was even wearing a suit!” Pinkie Pie shuts in, interrupting the conversation on the stage.

“Wouldn’t the same go for Sunset Shimmer?” her assistant adds.

“The suit is a bright yellow, for obvious reasons; visibility, you can’t miss someone wearing a suit!” Twilight explains.

“That is exactly the point, yellow is clashing with my personality!” Rarity exclaims, with grand emphasis.

“Maybe, if there was a white variety, the suit would be agreeing with you, Rarity?” Pinkie Pie concludes.

“Maybe, Pinkie! Twilight, could you make a suit like this, but a marshmallow white, instead?” Rarity inquire, as response.

“I could, for you, Rarity!” Twilight respond.

“As a matter of fact, I already have the suit for you!” Pinkie Pie exclaims; “You can try it on, once you step off of the stage and behind the nearest screen!” she then finishes off.

“Behind the screen, yes; that sounds like the proper way, for a Lady like me!” Rarity responds, sporting a warm grin.

“I think I can keep them happy, for just a few minutes, while you try out the suit, Rarity!” Pinkie Pie points out.

“I’ll keep an eye on her while you are out of sight, Rarity!” Twilight promises.

“Thank you, Twilight!” Rarity responds, as she is stepping out and hides behind the screen Pinkie Pie had just indicated.

“Of course, the suit is right here, just as they had promised me!” Rarity ponders, as she sees the two parts of the suit behind the screen.

“I hope Rarity will be back soon, while I guess it could be fun to see the interaction between Twilight and Pinkie!” I ponder, while I see Rarity disappearing behind a screen.

The others are less than amused, by the change in pace; yet, stays content, in the hopes that Pinkie Pie can hold the mood up.

“Good thing, I had planned for this; a yellow suit just does not quite go with Rarity!” Pinkie Pie adds, while we’re waiting for her to come back.

“Some work, adjusting the suit for her; you know, just how picky she is about the details?” Twilight points out.

“Yes, I have been here, with her since I joined the school!” Pinkie responds, giggling at numerous unmentioned moments she had together with Rarity and the other friends.

“She certainly has a history with Rarity, and I would bet it is at least a mile!” I ponder.

The suit Rarity is finding is shockingly simple, just two parts of a collar, looking as if made out of rubber and made for a dog.

“Why does this look, as if it had been a shock-collar for a dog?” Rarity ponders, as she is examining the items before her.

“Body of Bubble-suit!” she reads, quietly behind the screen.

Rarity grabs hold of the lower end of the black rubber collar of the suit, instantly noticing the shimmering effect of the glowing field that is the soap-bubble, the has-met suit’s effective field. She momentarily gasps, before she lifts her naked foot and steps right into the suit. She merely lifts her other foot and steps in, before she is pulling the suit right up to her neck, only to pull her arms down to permit the field to encompass her entire body from the neck down.

As she lets go of the collar, it soon adjusts to make a snug and comfortable fit around her neck.

While the collar adjusts to her neck, she is picking up the upper part of the collar and notices the same effect as with the lower part. She lifts up the black collar and lowers it down over her head. The bubble extends to flow out over her hair and head until it reaches the lower part of the collar and seals shut.

“Oh!” Rarity mumbles, but is breathing comfortably.

Once the two halves had combined, they are taking on the deep, dark purple that is matching her hair. The suit is otherwise a perfect, silicone white.

She is moving easily and comfortably, as if she had been the soft and flexible marshmallow in the flesh.

"A bit shiny for my taste, but it will make due for the show!” she utters.

“I guess: I am ready, to reclaim the stage once more!” she ponders.

Of course, there is a matching top and skirt hanging behind the screen, just waiting for her. She picks up the skirt and steps into it, feeling it hanging snugly around her waist. Now she picks up the top, slipping it down over her head. She gives the top and the skirt a few tentative tugs, in order to make them sit just right.

Now she looks down, finding a pair of boots. She steps into her boots, looking critically at them for a moment; before she takes a step, considering what they are doing for her. The knee-high boots make her just a few inches taller, giving her a feel for what her Equine counterpart feels and looks like.

“Guess they have been waiting for me, long enough!” she ponders; as she is stepping out onto the screen, once more.

“Wonderfull!” Photo Finish is exclaiming, as she is flashing off a series of shots; while the people around me is giving up a wild round of applause.

Episode: 2 - Back-Stage

”Of course, this is Rarity’s show; after all, why expect anything less out of her?” I ponder.

Pinkie Pie had been on the stage, loud and entertaining; while Twilight Sparkle had supplied the technical support for the show, put on by Rarity. There had been Photo Finish, to give Rarity the edge on the glitz and glamour; but the show still does belong to Rarity herself.

I notice Appplejack sipping on one of her bottles of cider, as I walk to the table by the side of the stage. Sunset Shimmer is standing there, smiling happily.

I just giggle at Applejack, as I step up to the table and approach Sunset Shimmer behind the table. She is obviously close to Rarity, since the event of the musical showcase that was almost ruining both the school and the newly re-found friendly comradery; built up by the other Twilight Sparkle and her friends at the school at the Fall Formal.

“Hi, Sunset!” I exclaim, as I stop before the table.

“Hiya, quite the show Rarity put up for us?” she responds, grinning back at me.

“That is the point, we all knew that before we chose to come!” I point out.

“Yes, I guess we did; and now you would like to try out one of her fancy suits, for yourself?” Sunset inquire.

“I may not be the fancy type, but I guess I can be inspired when I see Rarity on the stage; putting up the show for us, with the modest help of a few of her closer friends!” I prompt.

“Inspired? Then, may I tempt you with a few of the more exciting accessories to go with your suit?” she follows up.

“Well, why not? These hoof-extensions does look pretty high and mighty! Depending on what it is showing and what it hiding; I would try out the top and the panties, there!” I respond; indicating what I had in mind, without reading the labels on the boxes between us.

“You look, as if you were about to go to a party; if you know what I mean. You should have this tiara and these gloves to complete the set!” Sunset offers.

“You think?” I inquire.

“Yes, but of course; you would know, Rarity would have it no other way!” she proclaims.

“If you need to know anything, about parties and partying; ask Pinkie Pie, she knows absolutely everything and then some!” she points out, giggling at the thought.

“This should be just about your colour!” she suggests, as she is handing over the box with the collar of black rubber.

She continues; handing me the hoof-extensions that look almost as if they had been nigh heels, the panties that look a bit on the skimpy side on second thought, the top, the fairly minimal gloves, the muzzle-extension and the tiara.

“Of course, I had chosen the hoof-extensions on my own accord, so I guess she figured she could as well complete the set. Then again, why not?” I ponder, as I accept the items she is handing me.

“Thank you, Sunset!” I respond, as I am looking in the direction she had told me the screens should be.

“You are quite welcome, you know how Rarity is!” she just adds, as I walk towards the first unused screen.

“Yeah, don’t we all?” I ponder; as I close in on the free screen, behind which I intend to try out the new suit.

“Any and all accessories first!” I read the stern instruction on the front of the package of the suit.

“Curious, but I guess it’s how these has-met suits are originally intended to work!” I ponder, as I hide behind the screen.

Slipping of the top and skirt is easy, while I still am standing behind the screen; then I slip of the boots that are the fashion footwear at the school, particularly at an occasion such as this. I pull my socks off of my feet and slip the panties off; piling it in an orderly fashion.

Once I am finally completely nude; I put on the item I had seen as the panties, while I now realize they are something entirely different from what I had imagined them to be. I slip on the hoof-extensions the top and the short gloves; before I extract the lower end of the glossy black, rubber-collar of the suit. I step into the suit, right and left, pulling it up over my body; feeling the soap-bubble that is the force-field slide up over the skin of my naked body. The collar finally contract snugly and comfortably, around my neck; without ever getting too tight or uncomfortable, in the least.

“I guess Twilight does know her tech!” I ponder, as I stand on what is now both my hooves.

“These are Equestrian Pony hooves?” I ponder, as I look down, facing the first of the initial changes I am taking on as I wear the suit.

“I should never put it beyond Rarity, she just can’t help herself; adding every last flare of fashion and glamorous style to anything she touches, every time she gets!” I mutter; giggling in amusement, over the little details I just could not help but notice.

“Should I put on the skirt and the top, again; because I certainly can’t put on the socks, or the boots I wore as I came!” I ponder, as I look at the clothes I slipped out of, while I am still behind the screen.

Since I can’t put on the socks or the boots; I slip the socks into the boots, right and left. I place the panties, the skirt and the top on a hanger I finally notice, hanging behind my screen.

I stop, for a moment; before I slip the second part of the collar and suit down over my head, feeling the rubber tighten up, around my neck. In a moment, the suit is sealed up right and utterly securely. Of course, the suit was intended to filter out anything hazardous from entering my system; this should be perfectly safe to where, or Rarity would never have presented in the first place. Or, would she? Why, what would she get out of it; while she had already put one on in order to demonstrate the suit for the rest of us?

I slowly step out, from behind the screen; before I walk back into the room, then walk out and hang the clothes in my locker. Once I had stashed away my clothes, I slowly walk back to the party; put forth by Rarity and her friends. Of course, the party is still going on, and they are still handing out the suits; well, at least Sunset Shimmer is.

“I barely feel the effect of wearing the suit; but I don’t actually notice anyone casting me a second glance!” I ponder, as I re-emerge in the room.

I can’t ignore the change in my posture, while I am walking around, on these hooves of course. The top is holding a firm, tight grip of my chest in general and my breasts in particular; guess that was the intent. What I had failed to notice, this far; is a pair of small wings on my back, similar to the once seen on the back of Rainbow Dash at the Fall Formal and a few occasions ever since.

My skin did not really change its hue, but it did take on a more silicon or neon sheen and texture in the process. I am not walking around nude, while I wear the suit, as much as it may feel as if I had been doing so.

In a Side-Room

The Neon pink, or rather quite bright cerise is a bit new to me, especially with the slippery sleek silicone smoothness to it. Things simply slip and slide right off of my newly acquired hide. Other than that, I guess it isn’t all that different, truth to be told.

I may feel as if I am wearing a pair of high heels, without any of the traditional and all too familiar impediments of wearing them; aside from the small wings on my back and the changes to my hair. I also have been followed by these strange, squeaking little noises with every step I take; which I guess I could accept, agree with and even find endearing as well.

All of a sudden, I feel a delicate hand on my right shoulder.

“I would love to show you something, if you are up to trying something new?” the bright cerise girl promptly proposes, as I turn my head to see who it is.

“Okay? I am listening!” I respond.

Right this way, I am sure this will be worth your time!” she points out, as I am following her to a small room. I notice the bright blue star on her flank, surrounded by a circle of cerise stars. Curiously enough, it seems as if the central star is shooting out confetti in a manner of celebratory partying. The girl has bright blue eyes, and a deep purple mane hanging down her shoulders and all the way down to her generous, plump rump.

She opens the door and leads me inside. Curiously enough, the floor is clearly glistering after a freshly applied layer of polish, which in fact is rubber.

I do also notice a strange, new cushion in the middle of the room. It’s elevated to just the right height, for me to lean over comfortably on the top of it. The cushion itself, looks as if it had been shiny, black leather, just polished with clear silicone.

“Please do make yourself comfortable, just step right up and lean over!” she exclaims, giggling profusely in excitement of what is to come.

“She does have a Confetti-explosion for a mark, this is bound to be spectacular!” I ponder, as I step up to the cushion she had just indicated.

I take small, short step forwards, resting my body on the firm, comfortable cushion before me. Of course, I had to spread my legs just a little bit, in order to manage to rest on the cushion, the way I imagine the girl had intended for me to do.

“There is a gap for my face to fit comfortably into, so I can breathe!” I ponder.

Just as I am leaning forwards, there is a faint, yet distinct click from the door; she is making absolutely certain, we are not to be distracted or disturbed, while she is giving me the treat she had promised.

“I hope the cushion is just right, for you!” the girl inquire, with just the right sense of concern to make it feel sincere.

“Oh yes, quite comfortable!” I respond.

She nods, in approval; “I thought so; since I took special care, to check that part myself, the other day!” she promptly proclaims.

“Such care for minute details, such diligence and the concern for the fellow girl to have a good time!” I ponder.

“Now, I imagine you are wondering; exactly why I had you for myself in here, and what fun I had in mind?” she prompts.

“Since you never explicitly mentioned anything, you certainly could say that!” I giggle.

“I thought I could incite you into come in here!” she giggles, in response.

With that, I feel the index-finger of her right hand touch the entrance of my rear orifice. She then teases me for a moment, by just touching the rim.

“You will know, shortly; then I hope you will enjoy what I have in mind for you!” she adds, as if it had been a mere, casual afterthought.

“Oh!” I ponder, waiting for what she had in mind with breathless anticipation.

“She certainly does have something in mind, for me!” I ponder; feeling the tip of her finger sliding in effortlessly, only to realize I am utterly incapable of rejecting her or pushing her out as she had slipped inside.

“Oh, oh.. ooh!” I sigh, as I feel her finger sliding in and out, as she is caressing the inner wall.

“I thought you would say that!” she merely exclaims, giggling triumphantly.

I just nod in response, and she pulls the finger out of me with one final tease.

“Such delicious sensations she slipped into me!” I ponder, still feeling the aftereffect of her tease.

“Since you enjoyed it anally, I hope you enjoy this just as much!” she proposes, as she is placing the tip of the finger at the top of my orchid.

Of course, now I realize; just how slippery the entire mound is.

She is moving the finger along the petals of my orchid, in circles; teasing the right side on the way down, and the left on the way up.

“Oh, oh! Oh, oh.. oooh!” I sigh, as she continues to tease me.

Her finger is sliding over the sensitive petals effortlessly; eliciting and inciting delicate, delicious sensations, forcing me to sigh. A moment later, I realize; that she is pushing the tip of her fingers in, inside of me; with the same unhindered ease, as I am still incapable of preventing her. As if I had wanted that, in the first place? This is feeling far to good, to deny her at this time.

“I think you would be more comfortable, if you placed your hands on these!” she incite, indicating an armrest on the right and left side and a glistering silver-orb at the front.

“Since she says it, I am inclined to believe her!” I ponder; knowing I just could not refuse her, at this point.

I feel thick gel, glistering in the light; where I am placing my hands, just as she suggested.

“If you would just care to spread your fingers as wide as you can, please!” she is suggesting; and I eagerly comply, without questioning her reasoning behind it.

“Thank you, dearest!” she responds; as she is flipping a switch, turning the slippery lubrication gel into a thick and sticky adhesive.

“Thank you!” she continues, as she is returning her undivided attention back to me.

I feel the tip of her right index finger returning to the petals, as she is teasing me for about a minute or so. She then slide the finger in, slowly rubbing the now rubbery interior wall of my orchid.

“Oh, oh! Ooooh!” escapes me in an excited sigh.

“I think I have you, exactly where I want you!” she exclaims, as she is picking up on my reactions.

Of course, I could but agree with her; even if I had no idea; as to exactly what she had in mind. Yet, enjoying her attention, and what she is doing for me is more than enough for me.

Exactly how does the suit change my perception and sensitivity, in the first place? I have no idea, and I had not even expected it to change anything in the first place. Maybe it is not just changing my perception, but also enhancing the sensitivity a bit more than I had expected to be possible.

“Oh, oh! Oh, oh.. ooooh!” I sigh, again, and again as she keeps teasing and touching me.

I did not quite notice it, but she was building up the excitement and sensitivity as she went. The little things she keeps doing, teasing me on; further and further. If she stopped or slowed, could I notice or realized even if she had actually left the room?

She did not leave the room, or me. Not now, not yet. She had far too much, and far too important business in the room. Business she had to conclude, before she could leave.

Minutes came, and minutes went; leaving me excited. While my excitement distracted me, she takes the time to apply a string of hoof-seal; just a thin layer, yet it is enough to fuse my right and left hoof to the glistering rubber coating the floor on which I am still standing.

With just the one finger, she is rubbing me. I feel the first orgasm hit, rocking me hard; much harder, than I had expected possible. Of course, I am soaking wet.

“Oh!” I mumble; as I realize, the wetness is actually in my mouth too; just slippery and much thicker than I could have imagined.

While she keeps teasing me, I have another one, and another; harder, faster. I feel myself tug at my hands, and hooves, first now it enters, but after a few times it slides out into a blur.

While I keep going, coming over and over; she pulls out, before she is placing her lips right on the top of my orchid. I feel her wet tongue, as she starts lapping, enjoying the wet juices of my now freely flowing nectar.

“Oh, oh! Ooh, ooh.. ooooh!” I sigh, muffled by my excitement.

I feel my heart beating hard, racing with the building excitement induced by her attention. I can not deny it, or ignore it. There is a strange, delicious tingle all over and I am feeling all hot, so very hot. Right here, and right now. It is, as if I had been on the top of the world. I do not want to fall down.

While I am not aware of it, but she had me peaked, pushing firmly up against the wall. She is holding me in place, just as firmly and certainly as my hooves on the floor. There is no escaping it, for as long as she is with me. She does not permit me to slide down, and I can not climax.

Of course, all I am aware of, all I consciously feel; is how I am coming over and over, hard and fast.
My time, measured by the hard orgasms, hitting me, over and over. What more do I need.

In a sense, I am out of breath, but I can’t be bothered by it, not now and not later. There is no later, just the here and now as I am coming.

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Blowing of Steam in the Dressing Room

I had seen a girl slipping out of the dressing room, just a minute before. Now I open the door and step right in. Whatever she did, but I imagine it would have no bearing on me.

While my hooves does give of these squeaking little noises; I step over the bench behind the door and walk right in, to the end of the space behind the lockers. The room is for dressing, so I have enough privacy for what I imagine I am about to do.

The room is indeed empty, just as I had expected. Going by the green light over the door, this room should be considered safe, I can break the seal and pull the suit off of me. The hall outside is considered contaminated, according to the suit; going by the red light I noticed over the door after I had closed the door. While it is just a regular door to the dressing room, it is still keeping the contamination in question out; making the room a safe place for me to undress and slip into the new and different extensions I had in mind.

Of course, before I could really examine the new extension I had in mind, I had to break the seal and pull the entire suit off of me.

Examining the suit, and the seal is more comfortable; if I could sit down, there is a bench that should suit my needs perfectly. While it is not overly comfortable, made out of hard wood; the support is still preferable to the options available. The floor is no more comfortable than the seat and I do not feel like standing up.

I am comfortable with the new hooves the extensions gave me, they are easy to walk around with; almost as if I had been bare foot, just a different pose I still need to get used to in order to enjoy it to the fullest.

Once I had walked up to the intended seat, I sit down and lean back against the wall. Now I lift my hands up to my neck, slowly exploring the surface of the smooth rubber the collar had been crafted out of.

The glistering, black rubber seems smooth and seamless to the eye; only after careful examination with the tips of my fingers, can I sense a hint of where the seam is sealed. I apply the tip of the nail of my right index finger to the gap I find, slowly but certinly opening it up and break the seal. Within the room, set aside and deemed safe; I can snap the two halves apart, thus finally breaking the seal so I can open the suit.

I slide the upper half of the collar up, lifting the part off of my head. Once the half of the collar is no longer around my neck, as I place it beside me on the bench; I can pull down the other half and slip out of the suit.

With the collar by my side, I stand up; sliding the panties I wear off of me. I look at the item before me, as I am holding it in my right hand; before I place it in the original container and close it.

I pick up the box I had been given, open it and extract the new panties and slip them on. I do not feel any different, as if these panties had been identical to the once I had been wearing; unless they had been the once I had been wearing and the separation a mere illusion on my part.

Slipping the top off of me and placing it in its box, closing it; before I pick up yet another box, opening it and picking up the top and slipping it on.

I pick up a new box, open it and extract the item, a tiara. The stiff rubber soon feels warm on my forehead, as I wear it. I momentarily look around, knowing I am alone; yet a sense of insecurity still forced me to make sure of it.

I keep the hooves, the gloves and the muzzle in place, without any further consideration, I am quite happy with these as they are.

Once I had made the final check and ascertained myself that everything is fitting just right; after I had made the changes, I pick up the lower half of the collar and step right into it. As the collar slide up over my body and stops at my neck, the rubber contracts to touch my skin lightly, as if it was caressing me. I pick up the other half and slip it down over my head, feeling it contract and connect with the lower half.

Once I had let go of the collar, it has sealed tight; securing me from the contamination once more.

“I think I need to check out, exactly what the changes will do!” I ponder.

“Let me be your guide!” Rarity’s voice pronounce, generously.

”Well, why not?” I respond, quietly.

I walk to the door, open and step out; close the door and continue to my locker, where I stash away all the items I had just changed out of.

“There, now I am free to continue!” I respond.

“This will be something you will just have to get used to!” Rarity’s voice points out, matter of fact.

“Other than the hooves, which feels almost as if I had been walking on heels!” I prompt.

“That is the easy part, yes!” she responds.

“I have come to like these hooves, maybe it is harder to return to walking on feet; once I am slipping out of the suit, when the party is over!” I concede.

“Very likely; but before that, I have something to show you!” the voice explains; in a more jubilant tone, as if she had been prepared for it and was giggling.

“I am listening; lead the way, please!” I respond.

It feels, almost as if I had been talking to Rarity on the phone. I can not see her, but her voice is coming through loud and clear. The fact that I am alone was clearly escaping me, as I respond as if she had been standing before me.

How silly I would appear, speaking right out into the air, as if I had been talking to myself. I do not even hold up a phone. On the other hand, maybe I am not the only girl who is experiencing this.

For all I know, others are hearing the voice, explaining the situation.

Following the hall, and the sense of direction lent to me, by the suit takes me to a small room, or closet. I open the door and step right in. The room is basically deserted, not merely spartan furniture.

“The room is empty!” I exclaim; forgetting that I am alone, talking to what could as well have been an imaginary voice in my head.

“Not exactly!” the voice just muses, as if excited and amused at the situation and my reaction.

The smooth wooden floor is glistering in the sparse light, after the meticulous polishing it was enjoying just the other day.

“Oh!” I mumble; as I notice the three silicon white knobs, one on each wall.

The room had been empty, and I am alone. Being alone in the room did not bother me, particularly; but the room is empty, and that was feeling strange in an odd way.

“The knob in the middle should be just right!” she points out.

I am growing used to her talking to me, to the point where I feel as if she had indeed been in the room. The fact that I have to physically perform every act, when she is instructing me escaped me entirely. Should I have been worried and concerned? Of course, I had closed the door, but I can’t lock the door; since there is no lock, just a polished knob that could not even turn.

“If you stand against the wall, and push your rump up against the knob, please!” she is inciting.
Normally, I should have been worried; the suit could break or my rump could rupture. Just that I trust in the Rarity who had the suit fashioned for me to enjoy.

It is not that I fear Rarity, or her voice in my head; when I take the suit off of me, the voice would be gone, unless I had truly lost it and it would not be Rarity to blame for it. I would be certifiable, nothing Rarity, Twilight sparkle, pinkie pie or anyone else could have done to prevent it.

I feel the silicone white, smooth, slippery and stiff rubber slide down my spine, as I bend my knees to align with the knob I had been pointed towards. The smooth nob eagerly slide down my spine and through the crack between the orbs of my rump.

“Slowly, press your rump back, firmly!” she coos in my right ear.

“Oh, oh! Okay!” I respond, as I follow the direction, as if it had been my idea in the first place.

“There, just a little bit more and you’re in!” she continues.

I feel the tip of the knob, or plug slowly slide in and penetrate my rear orifice. While I could have chosen not to go along with this, but I am too curious at the moment. The egg-shaped tip had been moulded, with the purpose of penetrating in just this way. It could have been used orally, vaginally or anally with exactly the same result.

The pressure is slowly building, as the plug slides further and further inside. I feel the widening tip entering me, until the plug slips over the ridge and plops. I hesitantly pull back, only to feel the plug widening inside and push out against the inside; thus preventing me to pull it right out or fall forwards.

“Lift up your right hoof, move it to the side and as far up as you can; before you press it up against the wall!” she is inciting, and I follow before I had the time to consider.

“Lift your left hoof, move it to the side and as far up as you can; before you press it up against the wall!” she continues.

I feel the wall firmly behind my back, the plug inside as I comply, eagerly. Strangely enough, the plug holds me in place, I do not fall down or feel the expected discomfort.

“Spread your arms as wide as you can, then press the palms of your hands against the wall!” she continues and I do as she says.

I close my eyes, and the door goes up; quietly. A girl enters the room and closes the door before she is quietly approaching me.

“Allow me!” the girl exclaims, as she is admiring me.

First, she bends over and starts to lick the top of my mound. I feel the wet, slippery tongue play over my mound. Just that her tongue is not just wet as if covered with saliva; but as if it had been a very thick and slippery lubricant.

Had I opened my eyes, I would have noticed that she had in fact turned the light of, before she started. I would also have noticed, how she is now on all fours.

“Why is she licking, doesn’t she have hands to tease me with?” I ponder.

Rarity remains quiet, as if she wanted to let me experience the sensations undisturbed and undistracted.

After a moment, I feel a stirring; just not the way I am used to and what I had been expecting. I have an erection. I feel myself growing under her attention. Inch by inch.

Once I had grown to my full length, she is stepping back and raising to her hind hooves. I feel her hands on the sides of my head, as she is caressing me.

“There!” she proclaims.

“Bend forwards, you should manage to place your lips on the top!” the voice of Rarity is intoning.

“This should be interesting!” I ponder; "and very exciting!” the voice finishes my thought.

While within the suit, my skin will feel as if it had been silicone rubber, smooth and slippery, elastic and flexible. Maybe I had forgotten to take that into account, as I slowly bend forwards.

Cautiously, I move slow; bending myself until my lips is greeted by what I had been promised. I feel the slippery and wet tip of the head. As I push further, I part my lips and the head of my penis is sliding in between my lips. It is as if I had been playing with a yello, but I do feel the sensations of my lips sliding over me.

“Had she been lubricating me; while she was teasing me, calling me forth?” I ponder.

No response from Rarity or her assistant in person is forthcoming. Of course, I can’t pronounce the thoughts in words one could hear; once the head is on my lips, but still. The girl does not hear me, but if Rarity could hear my thoughts before, this girl could very easily hear the thoughts as if I had been speaking to her. At least, that is what one should have been expecting.

I feel the slippery, hard surface, of the soft and squishy penis; as it is sliding over my lips and into my mouth. I know I have not tried this before, but it is still new and strange to me. I have never been the girl; who cares about these toys, plastic or otherwise. Should I start now?

Yet, this is not a toy, it’s me; I feel my lips squeezing tight around it. Is this how the boy feels, if I had been doing it to him? Aside from the fact that I am feeling the head sliding in between my lips; while I feel my lips contracting around me, at the very same time.

“Oh, oh! Ooh!” I think, as if I had been sighing.

Now I hear the voice of Rarity, cooing encouragingly to me; urging me to continue and push forwards.

The large head slowly slides into my mouth, between tightly contracted lips, only to plop and fill my mouth entirely. I would have gasped; if not for the fact that my mouth is full, to the brim.

Strangely enough, I feel no hint of a gag reflex, as the tip of the head hits the throat. Just the smooth slippery and sleek rubber sliding. As I push forwards; I feel the tip of the head entering and slipping in; down my throat.

The tightness only driving me on, giving me the warm, electric tingling sensation all over. A sensation that just ends up covering my entire skin, as I slowly and carefully push forwards.

Should I have stopped, questioning how I could even have reached the head? It would have defeated the purpose and ruined the mood. With that, I push forwards; feeling the head slide further down my throat.

The cool, slippery and sleek rubber; feeling hot, as it continues to slide down my throat. No stopping it, as I push my head forwards; bending over until I feel by breasts firmly against my belly.

I push forwards. Jubilantly, I feel the root of the shaft, as my lips reaches the tip of the mound. The smooth rubber that is the penis all the way down my throat. I stop, enjoying the moment, just feeling the tightness around the head.

“There, excellent!” Rarity’s voice coos.

I start to pull back, stopping only as the back of the head reaches the inside of my mouth, where my lips contracted around the shaft prevent me from slipping out.

“Oh!” I ponder, as I realize, just how far I had just pulled back.

I push forwards, once more, only stopping an inch before the edge. Pulling back, but stopping before the head slips out into my mouth. My head, bobbing back and forth. I feel the motion bending the shaft, each time my head move forwards or backwards.

Confetti Explosion’s Pet

I sit quietly in the dressing room, contemplating the choice I had just made. A girl known as Confetti Explosion steps in, approaching me, where I sit.

The mark is a central star, surrounded by a ring of six stars. Just that there is confetti flying out from the one in the middle, as if it had just exploded. The girl seems to be an explosion of joy.

“If you don’t mind, I have something to show you!” she explains; in her usual, explosively excited voice.

“Sounds like fun!” I respond; shocked, by the unexpected interruption.

Maybe I should not have accepted her offer, but I just could not bring myself to say the word no.

“A small detail, if I may?” she continues; as she is producing a collar, with the leach attached.

“Oh!” I exclaim, nodding vigorously.

She merely snaps the collar around my neck, once she is accepting my response as consent to her proposal.

Maybe the girl is made into Pinkie Pie’s body double, which would be the only way I could possibly make sense of her antics and expressions. While Pinkie Pie has the vibrant, deep pink, tightly curled hair; this girl has a glistering black hair, in a black braid, all the way down her spine.

Since this had been Rarity’s show all along, the girl has her hands meticulously manicured and inch long, semi square and pink nails matching Pinkie Pie’s hair. Naturally, she does have the bright, pink hooves, only polished to a glistering, high finish.

“Right this way, please!” she exclaims; and I promptly follow her, the single step behind.

It is not as if I had been forced into following her, or by any other means made to comply; I just play the role, as I has accepted it. She merely stops to push the door open and close it behind me, before she continues down the hall.

While I could have stopped, or asked her anything at any time, I remain quiet, following her lead as the good pet I had chosen to be for her. The noises of hooves following us as we continue down the hall, as cute little squeaks.

She stops before a door and pull it up. I follow her in, finding myself ogling the girl standing by the opposing wall. Only her hooves are actually on the wall; to the right and left of her, as her legs are spread pretty wide. She has her arms spread wide, the palms of her hands firmly pressed to the wall and her fingers spread wide.

“Oh!” I merely sigh, before I even realize what the girl is doing.

“Oh, I see!” she pronounces, signing for me to take a step forwards.

I step forwards, approaching the girl on the wall before me; turning towards the girl behind me, pleading for what my heart desires. She nods and I lean forwards. Parting my lips and my tongue slide over the lips of my equine muzzle.

The situation may look a bit awkward and strangely off; yet it is what I desire, right now. The slippery, smooth rubber hooves, hard as steel, glistering jubilantly before me.

I start to lick the tip of her right hoof, even knowing the girl behind me is watching me with curious interest. She makes no sign of emotions, merely ogling in bemused joy.

The girl before me is far too distracted, preoccupied with the action she is performing. Of course, she is excited; playing with herself. Maybe I am more amazed by how she can do what she is doing, than even considering what she is actually doing. I certainly do not see, what is between her lips and in her mouth. Why bother looking, when I have something more exciting before me.

How and why her hooves had caught my attention, I have no idea. Yet, now I had found myself excited by the hooves, nonetheless.

Sleek rubber hooves, smooth and slippery. I start from the tip and lick upwards. While she may not even feel it, even if she had seen me; I am growing more excited by the moment, even to the point where I am feeling wet and soaking. There is a throbbing sensation, emanating from within my orchid. I can not shake it, and I do not even bother denying it. Why? Why bother?

There is a giggle from behind, almost as if it had been a feline purr. Is she getting excited, by seeing me, lapping the hoof of the girl on the wall?

Why is the girl on the wall? Had my Mistress had a finger in the act?

In the end, I only found her presence, and her reaction only making the situation all the more exciting.

Is she approving, or merely finding it exciting? Maybe she is wishing; she could have been doing, what I am doing? Would she prefer to take the other hoof, worshiping it right alongside me? She just doesn’t say.

“I think I have found your place!” she exclaims, jubilantly and with great pride.

“You think, I would enjoy to have my hooves licked?” I inquire.

“You should!” she responds; looking straight into my eyes, without batting an eye.

“What if she could give me a pair of hoof-extensions for my hands too?” I ponder, imagining I was blushing as I am clearly salivating.

Without protest, I permit her to lead me by the leach to the knob on the wall on the girl’s right. I feel the plug slide down my spine and finally down the crack and plop into my rear orifice.

“There.. If I may?” she inquire, before she is lifting up my right hoof and pressing it firmly to the wall.

She lifts up my left hoof, spreading my legs as wide as she dares, leaving my hooves as far up on the wall as I could go.

“Just a moment, and I can pick up someone to serve your innermost desire!” she prompts, as she opens the door, step out and walks out of sight.

For the briefest of moments, I am surprised by the fact that I could actually stay up on the wall without the support of my hooves resting on the floor.

I am shocked, to notice a glistering black girl entering the room, walking on hooves just like me. The fact that she had slipped on the hoof-extensions was merely exciting to me. Maybe it is the black colour that had hit me, in the first place. In place of hands, she has a pair of hooves.

My eyes went wide, as I realize exactly what it is I am looking at. Maybe I should never have put the notion beyond Rarity in the first place?

“Ymmy!” the girl in the glistering black, silicon suit exclaims.

The girl looks up at me and we lock eyes, then she slowly looks down. I can see exactly where she is going and what she is looking at. It is of course my hooves she is looking at. I feel the pleading in her gaze, as if she wants to ask if she could be permitted to lick a hoof, for but a minute at least.

I just nod, telling her that I would very much love for her to do it, just without actually parting my lips and pronouncing the words. It is not the fact that I am here as my Mistress’ pet, but I still could not make myself say it. It isn’t that I am ashamed, but I still could not say it.

“Gently!” Mistress whisper to the girl.

“Yay!” the girl whinnies, in apparent excitement.

“Did she choose a special muzzle-extension?” I ponder, as I could but look down at the girl in admiration.

While I look, she is going down on all four hooves, before she is trotting up to me as if she had been a pony. Or, maybe a little kitten, going by the situation.

Once she stands before me, she is turning her head to the right, then placing the tip of her muzzle on the tip of the hoof. My hoof; or my right hoof, to be exact.

The girl is expertly picked, for the task; she is as excited about it, as I am. Maybe I should not look down upon her, as a girl; but more like a Pony, or a filly. She is adorable and lovely.
to realizing it. I feel the light touch. Then again, why shouldn’t I?
I feel the light touch of the tip of her tongue, as she is slowly licking the tip of my hoof. Maybe I fail

Now I realize; my heart is pounding hard, and fast. In excitement, I feel excitement growing further.
Breathless; I find myself coming, as the first stumbling orgasm hit me.

In shock, I realize; I never actually had a real orgasm before. Maybe I did not care enough, to make it good; now I could not even hold it back as it comes back again, and again. Contraction, after contraction.

None ever told me, just how good it feels, when the orgasm hit you, rocking the world upon which you find yourself. How could I have been prepared?

Before, I would have feared, and been worried about leaking juices staining the sheets under me; now it doesn’t even enter into the equation, before me.

I still do feel the tongue, as it is playing over my hoof; I am just more acutely focused on the orgasms, as they are rocking me and my world, hard and fast. It is just, that it is she who is driving my excitement; making me come, over and over.

Steaming hot, trapped in a kind of limbo, controlled by the girl on all fours. Revving towards critical, with Mistress the only safety valve I have. I feel, as if I had been melting.

Climax feels, as if my world had been exploding like a super nova. Everything is chattered, and I am a molten puddle of liquid rubber on the floor of existence. Floating in the ooze of the afterglow.

Slippery Truth of a Unicorn’s Milk

To open the package is like Hearth’s Warming eve. Sunset Shimmer had a package for me, where she is standing behind the table by the stage upon which the Fashionista Rarity is standing.

From the scene, I can only imagine pinkie Pie herself had been handpicking the items in the package. She had been part of the show, both on and behind the scene.

I know Rarity had acquired the suit and most of the items, while it is fairly certain Twilight sparkle had been responsible for handling the tricky adjustments of the suit. Exactly what pinkie Pie had done; how and why she had been there is beyond me. While she had been putting up the party.

Walking from the room of the party had been easy, even if it had been much harder to leave the party with all the fun. Pinkie Pie always put in such effort into every Party, and Rarity always puts up the very best show.

I have not been away from the party for more than a minute, or two at the very most.

I make an effort, to ignore the most obvious, the two part black rubber collar. Not because I do not like it, but because it is obviously there. Rarity had demonstrated it for us, and Twilight sparkle had gone to great length in explaining the details.

There is, what appears to be a pair of panties, and a top. A pair of hoof extensions for my feet, and a pair for my hands. Curiously enough, I also find what is passing for a pair of gloves. I choose to slip into the panties and pull the top on, before I look any closer at the rest.

My breasts appears to be between A and B cups. I can’t deny the presence of my mound, but the orchid and any such outstanding details are clearly, effectively hidden away and covered by the panties I wear. I can feel my nipples and orchid with ease, mainly internally; yet, they are clearly there and they are quite functional as well.

Slipping the hoof extensions on my feet is easy, but I momentarily hesitate, putting on the second pair of extensions. Mainly because I worry about the control and ability to hold and manipulate objects without fingers.

Of course I don’t know Sunset Shimmer personally, and I have no idea as to where she came to and know nothing of her origin. She is just the girl that people were talking of for a while; then Twilight and her friends took her in, and she showed her colours, at the musical Show-case turned a Battle of the bands. The Rainbooms destroyed the Dazzlings after wiping the floor with their competition.

The Dazzlings were not quite as dazzling, after the event had come to a conclusion. No longer able to control anyone with their voices. They were not quite as coherent as a group, after the fatal fiasco either. The internal conflict could not be shoved under the rug, once the common goal had been taken out of the picture.

Slipping the muzzle extension on, while having the hoof extensions as gloves proved to be far less of a challenge than I had been expecting. Maybe I did not know the design, as well as I should have; while sunset Shimmer who had handed me the package, could have known far more than I could have been expecting. She had never let on, and I had no reason to suspect. She is a girl, like all others, aside from the one event.

With all the extensions on and firmly in place, I slip the lower half of the collar on, feeling it contract around my neck; just never beyond my level of comfort. I see and feel the bubble extend around me, forming the suit.

Slipping the other half on, feeling the field encompass my head, before it contracted and connected to the lower half. The two halves uniting, sealing the suit over me. The surprise; of finding myself so close to the image of an Equestrian pony, such as Sunset Shimmer had been. I stand on all fours; each hoof firmly on the ground, as I am looking at the wall before me.

Looking down, I find my hooves a metallic electric blue, as contrast to my bright neon yellow body. My mane and tail are bright red. Now I have bangs between my pointy Equine ears, while the rest of the hair is flowing freely behind my head. Apparently, the suit changes my hair; but doesn’t per se make a fashion out of it. Unless this is the fashion designed for me.

Looking back, I notice a trio of what appears to be Milk Bottles. I have a Cutie Mark. Am I a milk-maid of some fashion? On closer inspection, the bottles are glass, making a point out of the clear, highly viscous fluid in place of regular white Bovine milk.

Even as a Pony, my nipples do not show in public; even after I slipped the has-met suit on. What I can see, is the new hooves, and I guess it is a bit exciting to me. Did Rarity make this suit fashionable, so we can wear them in public? Remembering Pinkie Pie, she just had to sprinkle the suit with her brand of fun and full-filling joy for all.

As I move; I can’t help, but hear squeaking noises from my hooves hitting the floor. With each step, there is a new squeaking little noise; adorable and cute as it is, but it is also a dead giveaway. I can’t hide while I wear the suit.

“Does all wear these hoof extensions, to have hooves in place of the old shoes?” I ponder.

Before I get to the part, where I need to figure out how to open the door; Confetti Explosion enters the room, as if on cue. The girl is eagerly looking at me.

“Just on time, so you don’t need to figure out how to open the door, with your hoof!” she proclaims.
“Yes; I guess that should have been my next issue, before me!” I respond.

“At hoof, is your expression; as a Pony! I guess I could explain how, on the way!” she puts for, giggling as she is ogling me with joy.

“That, would most certainly be helpful!” I respond.

“While I know, you do not need a leash; but this should be adorable, and look great on you!” she points out, as she is presenting me with a silver metallic silicon halter, with a removable black rubber hit currently attached.

For a moment, I merely stare blankly at the item in her right hand; offered to me, as a kind but odd gesture.

“I guess I could try it on; but I would still need your help, in order to put it on!” I respond; as I finally manage to collect my thoughts, and pick up my jaw from the floor.

Of course I need her help in order to put it on, with any manner of style; just as I will need her help, in order to take it of at all. Maybe I could learn the trick, to put it on; taking it off still is several orders trickier by any standard.

“As you please, it will be my honour to help you out!” she exclaims; making utterly certain, I knew exactly where she is standing.

“Yes, please; please help me, fitting the halter on my muzzle!” I urge her, in excitement; breathlessly anticipating, what is before me.

Maybe I did not know, or fully understand what she had just offered me, but she had presented it, in a manner that made me utterly incapable of even considering not to take her offer.

“The suit is protecting me!” I ponder; not knowing exactly what she had in mind, or what her offer could possibly entail.

“Could you look to the right, please!” she courteously coos in my ear; stepping up behind me as I turn my head in the direction she had pointed out.

“Now, if you could part your lips; just enough, to make the halter slip into place!” she continues; holding the halter up before my muzzle, then pulling it towards me.

“Oh!” I stutter; as I feel the slippery and sleek silicon rubber slide over my face, just before the bit slide in between my lips.

“There!” she exclaims, in excitement; as the halter is fitting tightly around my muzzle, and the bit is slipping in perfectly between my teeth.

Maybe I had not quite gathered, what she had in mind; I still feel the smooth and cool material of the halter, but the bit had slipped into place and slipped out of mind. I can not feel it, where it had slipped into place.

“Caps lock off, Excellent, just excellent!” she now points out, before me.

“Oh?” I inquire, with a look of utter confusion on my face.

“Exactly! You may be a Pony, but it doesn’t mean I do not want to hear you!” she explains.

“Oh, okay!” I echo, still confused; since her explanation had explained exactly nothing.

“I will demonstrate it, in due time; when the time is right, and you will understand exactly what I mean!” she responds, giggling in excitement.

“Is this Rarity’s sense of fashion, Pinkie Pie’s incredulous sense of entertainment, or Twilight Sparkles addition to my gift?” I ponder, feigning ignorance.

Of course, I know better than to hope she had not picked up on the question or known exactly what I had been pondering. If the suit transmitted the thought, or if it is her senses picking up on the unseen; I have no idea.

“One small detail, if I may!” she concludes, as she is lifting my chest up, effortlessly making me stand up on my hind hooves.

I merely gasp in surprise; not prepared for, what she had in mind for me. Once I stand up, I find it surprisingly natural to me; as if I had been walking around like this all my life.

“How could a pony stand up right, as if she had been a Human?” I ponder, not letting on.

“How does what feel?” I respond; looking at her, as if I saw something funny and out of place.

“I guess that answers my question!” she merely coos.

“Maybe we should head back to the party?” she adds, as if it had been a mere afterthought.

I follow her, as she is walking along the hall. On the way, she is making a small detour; stopping by a door and inviting me into the room. She had opened the door for me, then closed it behind me, quietly.

“if you recall, I promised you an explanation!” she points out, as I scan the otherwise empty room.

The floor looks as if laid with glistering stone tiles, coated with clear silicon rubber. The walls are laid with similar tiles, just metallic electric blue and metallic bloody red in a chess pattern.

I feel her pushing me towards the middle of the wall to my right. The wall is cool and smooth to the touch. She never pushed me hard enough, to make it uncomfortable.

She is pushing the red tile, to the right. I notice the tile reacting to her tap, as she is catching it. Behind the tile, she pulls out a clear suction cup and the tube to go with it.

“Uh, oh?” I utter, as I notice what she is doing.

“Exactly!” she responds; as she is pressing the cup on the spot, directly on my nipple.

As she is pressing the cup on the breast, I feel a new, strange and electric tingle in my previously hidden nipple. A vacuum soon lures out the nipple and sees it growing erect within the confines of the soft and elastic cup.

She is tapping the tile on the opposite side of my body, revealing the next cup. She is pulling the cup out, with the extension tube following. The cup fits perfectly on the other nipple.

“Excellent, excellent!” she exclaims, as she is observing me.

“Oh, okay!” I respond.

Once both my nipples are erect, there is an electric shock and the vacuum is stabilized; the next moment, I can see and feel the milk trickle through the thin tube into the wall. I notice; the milk is clear, not white.

“Why is the milk not white?” I ponder.

“It is because it is the extension of your breast, provided by the top you are wearing; that is responsible for the lactation!” Rarity’s voice tones in.

“I told you; I would explain and demonstrate the caps lock!” Confetti Explosion points out.

As she is making the point, I do recall her saying something to the effect; I just had not expected it to be anything the likes of this. My face is completely relaxed, and at ease; yet, my jaws are set so firmly, I can not part my lips at all.

“I could not know; if you were a screamer, or the quiet girl!” the voice explains, matter of fact.

“She certainly has me there!” I ponder.

Even if Pinkie Pie knew, she probably does this for each of us in turn. The excitement, lies in the experiences shared. If I require the bit or not, is not the issue at hoof, right now.

While the sensations induced by the cups on my nipples are quite exciting to me, I am just one touch away from screaming my lungs out in the induced bliss she had in mind for me. It is not in how long she is holding me up, it is in dealing me the final blow.

“Not certain, about what your experience will be like?” she inquires.

I just nod; since I can’t express what I feel, in words.

“Rest assured, you are going to enjoy it; I will keep you on the edge, so that you can’t predict what is coming next!” she is promising.

“Oh, oh! Okay!” I ponder, imaging scenarios of what she could have in mind for me.

What I had not been prepared for, and what I could not know; is how sensitive I am, and how I am about to react upon her touches.

Of course, she already has me on the edge; how much would it take her, to push me over?

She is watching me, as I stand with my back to the wall, stimulated into lactating. I had not known that I enjoy it, or just how enjoyable she could make this. Moment my moment, the milk is flowing through the thin rubber tube and I can do nothing.

After a few minutes, she is pushing me firmly up against the wall, pushing herself up on me. I feel her lips brushing the tip of my muzzle; as she is kissing me and parting her lips momentarily, before her tongue slip out and licks her lips and mine in the process.

Her breath is hot, ecstatic and aromatic; as the air is hitting my nostrils. There is no escaping her, at this time; not that I wanted to, if I could.

The tips of her fingers soon find their way to my waist, slowly tracing their way down my hips and back over my rump. I feel a cold shiver down my spine. I still had not realized, just how much control she has over me.

She soon managed to slide her fingers down the crack between the orbs of my rump. A moment later, her fingers slide in, before she gently, carefully spread the outer rim or my orifice. She is slow and gentle, making absolutely certain I will feel no pain, as she has no interest in hurting me.

A wave of elation hits me, as liberation is teasing me at the edge of my consciousness. I have no control, yet I am in full control of her.

I feel her lips break contact and she is pulling back an inch; before she is letting herself sink down along my belly. I can only follow her face, with my eyes; half way down.

While her hands still stay, where I had felt them before; her face soon reappears on top of my mound, just a mere moment later. I feel her lips pressing on top of the petals of my orchid, spreading out; just enough to encompass the petals, before her tongue slips out.

With my petals in a firm grip between her lips, she has me on the verge, as the tip of her tongue slip out, gracing me and forces me to slip into the first orgasm. There is no helping it, I can not avoid what is to come.

The tip of her tongue, eagerly teasing the sensitive petals to her heart’s desire, causing me to come all over again, just harder and faster. Relentlessly, she is holding me open to her lustful desire and the orgasmic sensations that come with it.

While it may have been a bit stumbling and stuttering at first, the orgasms comes harder and faster; stronger and more certain with each progressive time.

With sealed tight lips, not even a single sigh or moan slips out into the open, let along an uncontrolled scream of ecstasy invoked by her tongue, as she is eliciting even greater heights as she insistently pushes further and her tongue slips in and out of me as she pleases, only to tease me further and further.

My focus is blurring out, with each consecutive orgasm she is invoking. Somewhere along; my eyes grow heavy and closes before me, without me even noticing it had even happened.

She had maintained her anal play upon me, teasing and stretching, while I had been conscious of it only for the first few minutes. Should I be thankful for it, or bothered by what I had not asked of her? Ignorance is bliss, and it had after all slipped my mind well before she let go of it.

The sensations are intense and the sensations had slowly overwhelmed me at first. How long I had been stunned, overwhelmed by sensations and emotions, I have no idea; but it had been straining on my reserves, leaving me weak.

I had imagined, the girl had been toying with the rear orifice the entire time, but maybe I had merely been overwhelmed and the sensations just mimicked what she had started out doing in the first minutes? As I open my eyes, my vision is blurry for a long while as I adjust to the light in the room; before I could realize that the girl had indeed walked out of the room and closed the door behind herself.

Once the realization hit home, my sensations slowly adjusts to what I am actually feeling right now. In place of her fingers teasing and stretching the rim of my orifice, there is a tube maintaining my orifice dilated as if she had inserted a two inch plug, with the inner diameter of at least three inches. She had left me feeling open and vulnerable.

My mound is still moist after her extended and enthusiastic attention; while I am wet to the point of soaked inside. Throbbing with the effort of contracting with each and every orgasm, hitting me hard and fast each time.

At first, I find it hard to stand up and balance; while it is convenient to have hooves to stand on, giving more surface and traction to hold me upright. There is a momentary sense of confusion, as if I had no idea as to who I was, or even what I was in the first place; then the equilibrium slowly starts to pull the strings in, calling me back to who I am.

My confusion slowly evaporating, as I look down upon myself, my body. I am a Pony of Equestria, but in a somewhat strangely human and bipedal form. Maybe this is the confusion?

Once the fluid motion and emotions slowly start to calm down, I can stand up right with growing ease.

I can not part my lips to pronounce the words, but what’s the point; there is none in the room, to hear what I had to say anyway. I remain quiet, silent. My thoughts slowly quieting down, permitting me to gather my wits.

While my heart pounds, my breath harsh and on the border of erratic; I still manage to hear the telltale of steps on the floor towards the door of my room. The room in which she had left me. The room, in which I came and peaked, but never quite managed to have a climax.

I look up, just as she is opening to door. She steps in and I see her enter. I look into her eyes. Could I have avoided her gaze? Should I have feigned shy and looked away? Looking away, now; what’s the point?

“Do not hide!” she plainly adds, as she is looking at me.

“Of course, I guess I should have known!” I ponder; as I realize she had entered the room, just after I gathered my wits.

“You are between worlds and states of being, you will have to use magic if you want to extract the tube or take the suit off!” she explains, grinning at me as she is giggling girlishly in her friendly manner.

I could not refute her words, but I do not know how to do what she just told me.

“I will have to extract the tube, before I can take the suit off of me; even if I guess i could ask her, to help me doing it for me!” I ponder.

She just giggles; “Exactly; excellent, excellent!” she exclaims.

Do I need help, extracting the tube? Could I manage to control the magic I had been gifted with, through the suit I am currently wearing? I am a unicorn, but I have never even tried to use magic, let alone control it.

As I focus, my horns starts to glow; first at the tip and then slowly brighter as the glow flow down the entire length of the horn. Could I, could I make it and reach out; touching the tube and pull it out?

As I question my ability, I feel my focus dwindle and the glow shiver under the pressure.

I focus, trying to gather my wit and regain the equilibrium required to manage the magic. Once the glow is covering the entire length of the horn, I try to reach out; stretch forth the tendril of light. Feeling the air split before me and the light reaching forth and stretching out, outwards.

There is a second moment of uncertainty, but this time I bush back. While I can’t see behind my back, I can still feel the surface of the suit. I feel my way down my spine, slowly reaching forwards. There it is, the tube.

Feeling slippery rubber, sleek and lubricated, slipping under my weak grasp. I push forwards, spreading the faint light across the surface until I manage to hold the entire outer surface of the tube.

Slipping, over and over. Short of giving up, I reach forth, in and under the tube. Once I manage to encompass the tube entirely, I push it out, squeezing it and leaving enough space between the suit and the clear rubber. While the tube may try to refuse, I still manage to pull it out.

While I could go home, as I am; wearing the suit and trot all the way home, but is that the right thing and how I want to go home? Maybe it is, or maybe it is not.

“I take it, you have enjoyed yourself!” she points out, I merely nod in response.

She slowly pull the cups off of my nipples. I notice the nipples slowly reverting, into hiding under the fabric of the suit. Maybe I could indeed go home, as I am. All I need, is to gather what I left and decide.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” she now exclaims, as she is helping me to slip the bit out of my mouth and pull the halter off of my face.

“Thank you, Confetti Explosion; I promise, I will not scream!” I respond.

My mound already dried up, and all the excitement already forgotten. I still remember the moment, as long or short as it may have been. It’s a moment to treasure for all time.

While I could choose to stay, and walk on my hind hooves; I go down on all fours, slowly trotting back to the dressing room. Apparently, she is happy with the result and leaves me to do, what she already knows I am doing.

With just a little focus, I feel the glow spread out over my horn; then I open the door to the room. It is easier now; after my practice and the distraction out of my system. I may still feel a bit weak, after the exhausting exercise in the room. At least; everything is coming back, to me.

The door quietly swing up, under the influence of my magic, I step in and close the door behind myself. Quiet and alone, I contemplate my options. What could I do, and what do I want to do? While I could go back to the party, or just sit here in a corner, all by myself; but I consider actually going home. Just gathering the items I need to take with me, and go home. I have seen all I came for, and done everything I want to do here.

Truth be told; while I love everything Confetti Explosion did for me, I guess I still fear her. I need to go home, and enjoy my quiet moment. Alone, and unseen.

A Room, For just Me

Of course, I had made the final stop, to pick up the few items I wanted to take with me. Yet, I had not taken the suit off of me.

Installing the device over the door to my room, had been easy. Both inside the room, and outside. Inside, the light is a dim red, while it is a bright green outside.

Just as it had been easy to install, I could take it down and move it to any room I choose to use for the purpose. Just the one condition; it had to be a private room with no unsecured doors. I could have used the outer door to the house, or my bed room, or a toilet; that part is all the same, so long as there is no way of walking around the secured entrance in order to get in. For now, the bed room is just fine by me. Maybe I do change my mind, later; moving it to another room, but that is later.

The device may look conspicuous and suspect, in the setting I currently have it, but who cares.

Once the device is installed and properly set up, the room is considered secure. I can slip out of the suit, if I so choose. While I could have enjoyed a few minutes more in the suit, I feel an urge to change out of the current setup, as exciting as it may have been.

With my hooves, there is no chance of breaking the seal, fore or hind hooves is no difference. The forehooves, at least could reach my neck.

Maybe I could have asked her to help me out, or I could even go back and ask now; but I feel like trying it out on my own, at the safety and comfort of being in private. I had nothing against her, but I am a bit scared of her; I had to confess, truth to be told. Just something about her and how she knows; even before I could ask, she was there to help me out, when I needed it.

I am standing in the middle of the room, on all fours. With the door closed and the blinders down and darkened; I can afford the one last cursory glance, scanning the room. I am alone and have assured myself, none can see or oversee me right now.

I light up my horn, by focusing. My horn slowly goes alight, lightening up. I see the light intensify as I feel my focus grow clear.

I feel secure, in my focus being sufficient to maintain simple levitation; even to reach out and manage holding on to and manipulate an item at the time. I have not learned any spell, yet; but I imagine I could try to attempt something simple, within a week or two.

For a moment, I merely focus, intensifying the glow of magic covering the horn. I see light intensify and spreading into an orb at the tip of the horn. The glowing orb is growing steadily, to the point where I feel secure in my first attempt to reach out.

If this is more complex and complicated than the previous; but I do not permit the question to lead to my doubting myself right now. Doubt is poison to my focus, I can not afford this right now. What if the doubt killed my new-found ability outright? What if I could never perform anything as easy as just lifting a single bit coin?

At first, a mere tendril of light is reaching out, stretching forth. I feel the beam reaching out, as I focus; then I bend the light towards the collar around my neck. After a moment, I feel the black, glistering and smooth rubber under the touch of my magic; slowly and utterly carefully caressing the surface in order to find the gap I am searching for. Once I find the gap, I manage to slip in and push the suit wide open. With the collar split in its two component halves, I lift the top up over my head, feeling it expand and dilate enough for me to pull it off of me.

There is a momentary sense of both freedom, loss and guilt in the process. I can not explain or probe these feelings right now; I have to push forwards and finish what I had set out to do, before anything goes wrong or my focus slips.

With the upper half of the collar lying safely on the top of my nightstand, I slowly pull the lower half down along the form of my currently equine form. The glistering black rubber is following the contours of my body perfectly.

Black rubber, flowing down my body like cold water at night; ignoring anything and everything, aside from my focused magic holding it in place. I could have pulled it up, just as easily; I could have pulled it down faster, or just let go of it at any given time for no reason. Even gravity has no hold of the tight fitting collar; half way down, as it continues down towards my hind hooves. A magical field, covering and protecting my skin as far as the cover is permitting, from the collar and down. No more, and no less.

Moment by moment, I continue; pushing the suit down the form of my body, stopping only at the very edge, before I pull the suit down and step right out of it. Once my hooves are clear of the suit, the collar returns to being just that, a black rubber collar. As if it is all it had ever been, all it would ever want to be.

I place the top half of the collar on the bed stand, making sure it doesn’t make contact with the lower half. If they could connect and change in any way shape or form, I have no idea, but I do not take any chance right now.

Once the suit is of, I am nude. I manage to slip my hands out of the hoof extensions and leave them on my bed. I pull the muzzle off of my face with my right hand, looking curiously at the small rubbery item in my hand.

“Qurious!” I exclaim.

Alone, with merely a shadow, and the shadow of my equine half, undressing and stripping naked. Looking at each part of my equine shadow I pull off, shed and then place it reverently on the top of my bed. Ogling it for the briefest of moments between the two acts.

“Who am I?” I inquire; from the shadows in the room, in which I am still standing.

“If I am Human, I will have to pull the top and the panties off of me!” I ponder; as I slip the top up over my head and the panties follow suit, finding themselves on the bed.

Momentarily looking down at the bed; where the extensions are laid out, almost as if I had been wearing them and lying on the bed.

“Sorry!” I pronounce, in a more apologetic tone; “but if I am to see my self, so I can make up my mind and see myself; I will have to complete undressing, and stripping entirely nude!” I continue.

With that said, I pull the tiara off of my head and pull the final extensions off of my feet; ending up standing barefoot, and naked to the bone.

“Oh, that is me, and what I look like?” I exclaim.

“While it is what you look like; are you sure it is who you truly are, deep inside?” a voice presses on.

“How would I possibly know?” I respond.

“How, indeed; you will have to feel your way through, to see your true self!” she promptly exclaims.

“Right now, I will have to catch myself some sleep; I guess I can sleep on it, then!” I conclude.

“Yes, you could!” is the response.

While I had been the Pony for most of the day, I had been Human the rest of my life. My body conforms to only so much, if I am to catch any of the sleep I had been hoping for.

Looking back at the day, I can simply not let go of the tiara and what is representing to me; I slip it right back onto my head, feeling the anxiety and the freedom rushing back to me in an intense wave of power and emotions flooding me momentarily.

Only with focus, do I manage to clear my head enough, to even have the hope of actually having the sleep.

I step right into my old hoof extensions and stand up on my hind hooves once more. Looking at my bed, examining my options. There is a top, I slip right into; before I even realized it, but I guess I am too tired to focus on more than just pushing the emotions and distractions out of my head.

While I am focusing, I feel my horn becoming aglow, as I reach forth and pick up a pair of gloves. The gloves slowly float through the air and find themselves on my hands. I have little to no time to explore or examine at the time I lift up a pair of panties and step right into them, before I open the door to my wardrobe and stash them as neatly as I could possibly muster in the state I had just found myself.

Once my bed is cleared, I pick up the two halves of the collar and step right into the suit, feeling the bubble enveloping be from both sides. The collar contracts around my neck, before finally connecting and sealing me within.

I stand up, in confusion and dazed for a moment. Strange, why am I confused?

The bed had been readied, and the parts not used is in the wardrobe; so I go well into bed and pull the quilt right back over myself. As I lay my head on the pillow, I can let go of focus. My horn no longer glow and I close my eyes. The room grows dark, I fall asleep.
The day is finally at an end.

A confused Unicorn to be

I had slept well, and feel quite refreshed. It is a new day, and it is no longer dark in my bed room, Guess I am glad for that small detail.

The day before had been fun, but all the little details had slipped out of focus. It is; as if it had been one of these dreams, lingering just long enough to leave impressions.

“Who am I” I speak; into the void, of what had been.

Apparently; I had been sleeping, in the nude. Usually, I am wearing a top and panties; I had foregone them, in the tired daze before I hit the sack.

I am feeling well rested, to the point of being rejuvenated. Maybe, I should not be quite as shocked? My image of self is a bit blurry on the edges, but it’s how it is with these dreams.

A horn on my forehead feels comfortable and nice, as if it had always been there; no sign of yesterdays gone by, speaking to the contrary. Hooves, where I once had human feet, what’s the problem? Most of me is still just as human as the day I had been born, even if I could not quite recall having inch long, semi square, crystal clear, glistering shiny nails. My fingertips are exquisitely sensitive, just as touch pads should be, shouldn’t they?

As I focus, my horn bursts aglow and I reach forth, folding the quilt out of the way. What is reveled, are the two orbs, B-cup breasts and highly sensitive nipples, where they should be.

Sliding my hooves out from under the quilt, sitting up comfortably. I press my hooves down onto the floor, resulting in a squeaking little noise. Feeling the floor under my hooves, pressing myself up to a standing. The softness of the sheet I had been sleeping on forgets to mention the suction-cups where the palm of the hand is.

“Equine hooves, just the way you like it!” a voice is whispering, in my left ear; just like the infamous shoulder Daemon.

“Even polished, and ready to show off!” I giggle; in response, to the voice I think I had heard.

“Oh, but of course, Darling!” the voice returns, gleefully.

Of course, I love my hooves, just the way they are; Equine. Just that these are more than merely equine hooves, they are suction-cup hooves and highly sensitive. I just will have to get used to them, as they are; entirely new types of care, to consider and enjoy.

There is always, consequences; to when something change, you can’t just say that you painted your toenails read and expect everything to be exactly as if nothing had actually happened.

“I seem to need to put something on; since I had been sleeping, in the nude!” I ponder; even if I would have to put on more, than just a skirt and a top.

“Yes, you do!” she merely responds.

I walk over to my wardrobe, open the door and scan the interior. A pair of panties, floating out from inside and I step into them with practiced ease. A fresh, soft and elastic top follows suit. I had picked out the white underwear, as a symbol for the fresh and new start; a new day.

A short, cerise skirt and a matching shirt floats out and I move to intercept, feeling the fabric enveloping me with comfortable softness. I had just enough put on, to comfortably step out, into the new day. While I am at home, I could have been moving around, nude, but I could as well prepare for the day. I will have to leave the comfort of my home, eventually; could as well have it done and over with. Couldn’t I?

The voice is not Rarity’s, and it had changed; since the other day. Maybe, that is why I did not recognize it, or connect it to the suit I am wearing.

The suit is a means to protection, even after everything Rarity had done, to change the appearance.
What the suit’s ultimate purpose is a fashion statement, but what it is ultimately capable of, I have no idea. Does even Rarity herself; Twilight Pparkle or Pinkie Pie know? If Pinkie Pie knew, will she let on or even bother telling herself?

To Rarity, everything is about fashion and generosity. To Twilight Sparkle, it seems to be little more than a challenge. Pinkie Pie sees the world as a prank, a party and a joke to be made; everything is about making me smile.

I am not delusional, I am just one of the friends she made; in extension she had to make me smile happily. How or why, is a mystery to us all. I gave up, questioning her long ago.

Walking on hooves is simple and easy, after a full night’s sleep and practice. Where I had the practice, or where I had managed to find the time; I have no idea, but who cares.

“Clip, clop! Clip, clop!” I hear, as I step over to the door, open it and step out of my room.

I close the door behind me and the noises follow me like a well-groomed hound. Could I complain? I love my hooves, for all they could possibly grant me, so how could I resent them or anything about them? Besides, they are parts of me.

Walking from the room to the kitchen, an open door greeting me as I approach. I step in, scanning the space for what is inside. Maybe that last dream is still confusing me? I could not complain, enjoying what is before me. This is still my kitchen, even after the dreams of last night.

Everything is, exactly where it should be; I am relieved, sighing in relief. Not that I had been worried, but it is still a relief, to see that everything is where it should be; after the dreams I woke up from.

Naturally, it is a new day and I will have to go to school. Should I fear facing my friends from the day before? Why? Did I do anything wrong, the other day? I can’t recall, doing that.

For some reason, I chose to take a walk; in order to go to school. On my way, I ended up walking by Rarity’s boutique. Since I am on my way to school; I did not have time to enter and Rarity would not be there now, anyway.

“Maybe I should stop by Rarity’s, and see if she has any nice boots?” I ponder.

I had forgotten all about having a horn and being a Unicorn, it is as if it had been natural to me. True to herself, Rarity had made the effort to make the suits match the intended wearers, maybe that is part of the reason why I had managed to forget all about it and find it natural in the first place.

Short of the few details sticking out, like the horn and the hooves; I am looking exactly as I had the other day and every other day before, I will be easy to recognize. Of course, if I am easy to recognize, so es everyone else, too.

“Hiya!” Pinkie Pie exclaims, as she spot me on the way towards the entrance.

Of course it was Pinkie Pie, who was to spot me on my way to school. Trust Pinkie Pie to be there.

“Hiya, Pinkie!” I respond.

“You made it to school, as a Unicorn; great, would have hated to see you getting lost on the way back from the party!” Pinkie Pie exclaims.

Trust Pinkie Pie to notice any small detail, just because she remembers every tiny little detail vividly.

“It was a blast, thank you. I did manage to get home from the party without the slightest of incident and found the way back to school, too!” I respond.

As if on cue, Pinkie Pie’s bangs twist and form what could only be a Unicorn’s horn, while otherwise looking perfectly normal and not conspicuous in the very least. It is Pinkie Pie, but still. Her hair just refuses to conform to regular, normal logic.

Had it not been strange enough, to see Pinkie Pies hair to imitate the appearance of a Unicorn’s horn in her forehead; the next moment a bright blue glow develops, as if she was actually focusing magic in the traditional arcane manner of an actual Unicorn.

In shock, I realize my horn goes aglow in sympathetic reaction to Pinkie Pie.

“Yes, definitely a Unicorn’s horn!” she exclaims, ecstatically and points a finger at my forehead.

“A Unicorn’s horn. What is a Unicorn?” I inquire, taken aback not just by the unexpected remark; but also the detail of her knowledge and the statement she had just made.

“Oh, of course you would not know; the other Rarity is a Unicorn. Kind of like a Pony, but with a horn she can wield magic with!” Pinkie Pie giggles.

I just raise and eyebrow; then blink furiously, in confusion.

A bubble has formed over Pinkie Pie’s head; with an image of Rarity, a very different Rarity from the girl I knew. This Rarity is a perfectly white Pony with a tapered, counterwise spiralling horn on her forehead. Otherwise, most everything about her is exactly the rarity I had known since I started here at Canterlot High.

“That is a Pony?” I stumble.

“It is, the way ponies are looking; if you go through the mirror on the Back of our School mascot Statue!” she promptly explained, as if the act had been the most natural of things.

“Is that how the other Twilight Sparkle came to us, to rein in Sunset Shimmer at the peak of her tyranny?” I inquire.

Of course, silly! I even saw her off, and had a glimpse into the other side!” she proclaims.

“You did, what was there?” I inquire, not quite capable of holding back the obvious question.

“Ponies, a Princess in a Royal castle.. Celestia in her Royal pose and all!” she points out.

“Ponies, as in Horses? What would Horses be doing in a castle?” I inquire, incredulously.

“No, not Horses, Ponies! I guess you never did see an Alicorn up close and in person, then?” she merely points out.

“You mean to say; that these Ponies are not Horses?” I inquire, trying to make sense out of what she just told me.

“A Horse doesn’t have a horn, or wings; they do most certainly not hold court, they grace the grasses of the pasture in a herd. You know that, right?” she points out, now giggling, as if something had been seriously hilarious.

“Wait! What did I just do?” I ponder, as I try to following the reasoning and logic of the girl before me.

I stand in frustration, trying to make sense of the scene before me, as logic slowly escapes the room, sneaking out through a back-door I had failed to notice.

Strange things happen, when logic escapes one this new to her magic.

Back to the Barn, Confetti Explosion everywhere

I had enjoyed the show Rarity had put up for us; the fashion on the catwalk, the Commedy put up by Pinkie Pie, as well as the music and dance put forth by the Rainbooms. Of course it had been expected, for her to draw strength from her close friends. Who would not?

At some point, I had noticed Sunset Shimmer standing behind a table by the stage; handing out samples or gifts, mainly crafted by Rarity. Though Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle had added their respective flairs to the gifts Sunset Shimmer is handing out.

I could only guess Rarity had asked her to hand out the gifts, while Pinkie Pie had been sheering her on, pointing out a few items and possibly even picking items for everyone. How typical of Pinkie Pie; to know you more intimately than even you yourself dared to hope, while putting in something for your joy, in order to make you smile.

“In order to make you smile!” I ponder, shivering at the implications promised.

I love to be happy and smile, even if I may be inclined not to smile all the time. To be made to smile, when I had no reason to smile is not a joyous prospect.

The music is so loud, I could easily hear it from the entire school. Of course I had been listening to several of their songs, watching them from the room; before I had walked up to Sunset Shimmer, where she stands and hands out the little gifts as a compliment to Rarity.

Once I had accepted the gift, I had walked out of the room, in order to examine the gift more closely. The dressing room had seemed the perfect place, due to the privacy it offers. Someone had even set up a secured perimeter for the has-met suit Rarity had had altered by Twilight Sparkle with the assistance of Pinkie Pie. A crazy intimate and intricate project, on their part.

As I enter the dressing room, it is empty and literally deserted. I guess I do not mind being alone in the room, even if it is the girls’ dressing room. Of course, it was chosen for being the dressing room. The privacy, and being separate from the room in which the boys change.

As I sit down in the far corner of the room, comfortably leaning against the wall, I open the package Sunset Shimmer had given me, examining exactly what is inside.

A curiously looking tiara; with what looks like a tapered, counterwise spiralled horn. Why does this remind me of the endgame of the battle of the bands? Either way, I slip the tiara onto my head and grin gleefully.

Aside from the tiara; I have what appears to be a top, a pair of panties and a pair of gloves. There is a contraption, looking curiously identical to the one over the door of the dressing room.

I pull my top up over my head, and step right out of my skirt, before I pull my shoes, socks and panties off of me. From there, I find myself stark naked; finally turning my attention towards the gift package Sunset Shimmer handed me, before I had walked out of the room.

I find a pair of hoof extensions, which I slip my feet right into, with some care not to get them on sideways. A curious looking top, matching the ensemble is included; so I pull it down over my head and give it a few tentative tugs, to make it fit just right. The top is feeling a bit tight, and gives me the impression of a push-up, even if it is not actually pushing up my breasts in the least. Finally, I slip my hands into the gloves, right and left. I step into the panties, and am done.

I pick up the lower half of the collar, stepping into it; seeing as the soap-bubble force-field envelop my body, only feeling a hint of a change as the suit slowly develops on my body, as I pull the black rubber all the way up to my neck, noting how it contracts to a tight fit. Now I pick up the second, upper half and pull it down over my head. The collar unites and seals the suit tightly and securely.

“Oh!” I just mumble, to myself.

I notice that the suit is forming a seamless skin over my body. I am a clear, silicon white, just slightly shinier than I had been before. Of course, I now have the metallic bloody red hooves; just as I had imagined, as I looked over the inventory of the gift.

I still have a horn, tapered and with a counterwise spiral in the very structure of it. I have metallic electric blue eye shadows and inch long glistering black eyelashes. My lips are smiling, nicely plump and in a matching blue. Good thing, I don’t want to be a copy or clone of Rarity; as nice and generous as she may be. Not even her fabulous style and crafty fashion would convince me.

At first, one may have found my hands untouched. I have matching red, inch long, semi square nails. I also have these pretty, pink; highly sensitive touch pads from just after the final joint to the finger and all the way up under the nail. What I had failed to notice, is the silicon white suction cup covering the space of the palm of the hand.

“Do I really need to put on my clothes?” I ponder, for a moment.

I end up stepping into my skirt, then pull the top down over my head. The rest is basically pointless. If I feel the urge, I can slip out of the two garments at any time.

Once the suit is sealed, I can only take it off; if I am within the perimeter of a safe room. For now, it is something I do not need to worry about; I can always find my way back to the dressing room, and I could install a safe room back at home too.

I leave my few remaining belongings in the room, as I walk over to the door, open and step right out, closing the door behind myself. My steps are sure and confident, leaving cute squeaking noises behind.

“Hiya!” Confetti Explocion exclaims, as she is standing by the open door to a small room.

“Hiya!” I respond, grinning back at her.

She is stepping to the side, and I follow her in without a thought. She is closing the door behind me.

“Focus!” she is pronouncing.

In my confusion, I may have gotten it all wrong; but there is a slight hint of a bright purple glow at the very tip of my horn. The tiny orb starts out at about an inch in diameter, then it grows hot and intensifies, flowing down the length of my horn, to about half an inch from my forehead.

“Oh!” I exclaim, in shock and surprise.

“Excellent, excellent! Now, focus your magic; channel it through your horn!” she explains.

As I focus, following her instruction to the best of my understanding and ability; the light is glowing brighter and brighter.

“That is hot!” I mumble; "Positively hot!” I ponder, as the glow keeps growing and intensifying.

“I think you have the hang of this!” she coos, while she is producing a clear, cooling gel.

“Oh?” I merely exclaim, working to manage and maintain my focus.

I notice how she is scoping up the thick gel with her right hand, before she is spreading it out onto my horn from the base and upwards; in a massage-like manner. Most of the gel merely coat the horn, while a little is actually absorbed by my horn. As she goes, I notice how my forehead is actually starting to feel just a little bit cooler.

She stops polishing my horn with the gel, giggling; as I watch her capping the container. She stands still, merely watching me in silence for a moment, before she is uncapping another can of clear gel.

“Just a nicely gloss gel for your hooves!” she explains, and I nod ascent.

“I hope that is not lubrication!” I ponder; as I find myself excited and wet all of a sudden, for some reason.

“I think I know, exactly what you need; when you look at me like that!” she promptly exclaims, giggling in excitement.

“I take my chances, fire away!” I mumble.

“Just one small detail, and I will fetch it for you!” she is promising.

“Okay!” I nod.

“Focus, on the magic and channel it through your horn!” she is inciting, distracting me from how she is moving me up to the wall on the right side of the room.

While within the suit, little to nothing is actually touching me. She is placing her hands on my hips, before sliding them backwards over my rump. While I do feel her hands even as her fingers slide inside my rear orifice; I am not consciously aware of it. She spread and dilate me just enough, to make the five inch plug slip in and plop comfortable. Once she lets go, I am utterly incapable of pulling myself free of the wall; which is exactly the way she had intended it, all along.

Without a word, or a single noise; she steps out of the room. While the light is turned off, I still fail to notice it; mainly due to the light of my horn glowing brightly

Surprise, Shock and Exciting Favours

A door opens, just a few steps before me, and a girl exit the room. I recognize her, as Confetti Explosion. Why she is stepping out, before me; I have no idea, but is assuming she will explain soon enough.

“Could you lend me a hand, please!” she merely exclaims, as she is opening the door and pulls me right in.

I find the room surprisingly bright, even if you ignore the fact that the light is out. There is but the one girl, pressed up against a wall. If her scant ensemble changes anything, but she is still wearing it; even over the suit coating and covering her body.

Naturally, I am wearing my suit, as well; I had been walking from the dressing room, just fresh into mine, as Contetti Explosion pulled me in.

I find myself drooling over her glowing horn and cast my gaze down, only to set my eyes on her glistering hooves. I gasp, not finding an escape from the embarrassment, I had just been thrust into.

“Don’t worry, she is in need of your desire and personal attention!” Confetti Explosion points out.

“Oh, she does?” I inquire.

“Oh yeas, she most certainly does. Just lift your eyes to her fave and look into her eyes?” she pronounces.

“Okay!” I mumble, as I lift my gaze up.

I gently place my hands on her waist, steadying myself as best I can, trying not making it too obvious.

“Oh! Oh!” I exhale, as my eyes lock with hers for the brief moment.

“Exactly!” the girl before me breathes.

I permit my hands to slide up the sides of her body, ending up holding on to her head. She blinks, and giggle in excitement.

“Please!” she merely exclaims.

For a moment, I consider kissing her; yet in the end, I think better of it and plant the kiss at the tip of her horn. In surprise, I find it wet and hot. I tentatively part my lips, and then just a little bit more; slowly licking the tip of her horn.

“Oh, oh!” she sigh.

“Is that indicating, what I think it means?” I ponder.

“Yes, but of course it does, silly; she is indeed enjoying it!” a voice proclaims.

Where did that voice come from? It certainly is not Rarity, since I know she is not in the room. How could she respond, to something I had not even spoken yet. Or, had I?

Hearing voices, in your head; makes you start to question, what is actually real. Yet, the initial reaction, is to please the girl before me; by licking the horn, on her head. The girl is real, and the horn is indeed on her head.

As I hold on to her head, I first lick the tip of her horn, only to find myself pushed forwards, and the horn slowly sliding further into my mouth. By the action, the girl behind me had made it impossible to merely lick the tip of her horn.

In shock, I find it enjoyable to take her slippery and wet horn into my mouth. While the horn by itself is hard and adamant, it still feels alive in my mouth. This feels like no mere toy I have ever had in my hands before. There is a vibrance within, just as I have the impression that the girl is actually enjoying what I am doing. To the point, where I could swear, she is enjoying it immensely.

Why does the slippery and wet surface make this exciting to me? How could the tapered spiral tease me into continuing? I have no idea, but I am not about to challenge or question it. Not right now. Maybe later.

If I question my actions and emotions, when I have left the scene, it can not diminish what I feel now. If I am questioning it in the hear and now, it could destroy the moment; not just for me, but also for her.

“Ooh!” escapes her lips.

Her rump still seems firmly pressed towards the wall, and I do not try to pull her anywhere. I just hold her cheeks firmly but lightly in my cupped hands, as I close my lips around her horn.

I maintain a light pressure of my lips, onto her horn; carefully not to press too hard, or to let go of her. Finding myself pressed forwards, her tapered horn slides over my lips, teasing me as the spiral moves.

As her horn is advancing, I soon realize that she is all the way in and she is slipping an inch down my throat. I do not gag, but find it more exciting than I had dared to imagine or hope for.

“Could I swallow the entire length of her?” I find myself considering, as if relishing on the challenge implied.

Could I, and do I actually want to? Why bother asking, when I could find out; right here and now, proving it to myself. I do find myself hesitant, but continues to take her into my mouth, slowly and slowing down towards the edge. I feel the horn slowly slide further and further, even if I am slowing down.

In the process, I still fail to notice what it is doing to me, my lips; as I am exposed to the magic her horn is currently putting out. It is not just in how she is contracting my lips just enough to make it comfort in how she is making it exciting for herself in the process. She is also turning my lips a tentatively soft rubber, while she is at it, facilitating the joy and excitement as well.

I do feel her horn, as it is slowly sliding down my throat; yet, which is bending more, the horn or my throat? Just as my lips were changing during and due to the exposure of her magic; I must assume, that the inner wall of my throat is too. While I am not aware or conscious of the situation; while it happens, but it is still happening.

“Why does this excite me? I feel all hot and hard!” I realize; halfway down the passage I had been lead down, by Confetti Explosion.

There is no denying the excitement, even counter to my expectations and persuasion in general. I have never performed a blow-job, and had not even considered the possibility in the first place.

Is it merely the girl before me? Is it her wet looking hooves or the brightly glowing horn on her forehead? Either way, she has me enthralled and excited enough to perform what I am currently doing. While I had momentarily realized, what I am doing; it did not stop me and I soon pushed it out of my mind, only too readily and happily.

“Oh, oh!” I sigh inwardly, with my mouth full of her horn.

It was never an actual orgasm per see, but it feels almost as if I had experienced it how she would have; just that the experience and sensations are originating from within my mouth.

“Is this how an orgasm feels, for a girl?” the blurred reflection momentarily flash through my mind.

While the experience technically should have taken place in her vagina, rather than in her mouth; and a penis, in place of the horn, yet I still imagine the experience of the sensations is the same. If I am on top, like I am; or if I am not, as in him lying on my body is of no real consequence. If my lips are in place of the petals of her orchid, how can I possibly know the difference; when I have no orchid of my own, from which to draw experiences to compare with.

As opposed to the expected orgams, that in and of itself is the climax for me; this time the orgasm is not, thus followed by another, and another at a quickening pace. Maybe the realization shocked me more, deeper; than I had been expecting, prepared for in the first place.

How should a guy react, or think about this actual experience? If I had had one orgasm before, but I certainly have not had a multiple one before. An orgasm is marking the end of the experience, the start of a cool-down I can not suspend.

What I had been served, is not what I had learned of what it is supposed to be; as opposed to the climax, this orgasm had actually served to opening up the game. An eye opener. When the first orgasm had hit, only to be followed by another; it signals something more, and something very different.

Whlie it may not make me understand her, but it still changes my perspective on my situation in the room. I am thrust headlong into a scene where I am feeling wet and very hot. If she is to blame, or if it is Confetti Explosion, who is to say? Could as easily have been a convenient coincidence, or convergence of convenient factors.

From the first orgasm, I had felt myself contract firmly around her, her horn; making me more eager and intently push the act of performing a blow-job. Even if I am taking in her horn, not a penis.

In the end, I had even managed to slide all the way. I feel the root of her horn slide in, as my lips touches her very forehead. My lips are spread taught, but I had managed it. It is an exhilarating sensation of making it. As if I had passed, conquered a challenge.

At some point, I had vaguely noticed her horn throbbing; not so much in a physical sense ,but more of a sense of light, heat and a strangely present pressure emanating from the horn. It did not bother me, but is puzzling; just that i could not permit this to bother or distract me right now, in the state I had been finding myself.

In the end, there is a bright flash of light, just before the entire room went cold and her horn started to fade and cool down. Not so much that her horn is vanishing, just that she had reached her peak and climaxed.

Episode: 12 - Climax, Black-Out and Continuation

With my rump firmly stuck on the wall, where Confetti Explosion had placed me, I had waited for what she had made me think she had promised me. A moment later, she had returned with a guy in tow.

While I had not expected it, but I had still enjoyed what he offered me.

His lips are hot, as I feel them tight around the tip of my horn, slowly sliding down towards my forehead. I just can’t quite put a finger on the experience, but it is exciting me nonetheless. Tight lips, growing tighter, as if I had been exciting him.

While I had ever tried to escape, or even challenge the hold the plug is having on me; but after a few minutes, I could not say that I wanted to push away. The guy is clearly giving me all I could have been asking for, all I could take.

His lips smooth, on my slippery and wet horn; sliding further and further down. Just slowing and reversing enough to tease me further. Feeling his lips contract, as if he had had an orgasm. The notion merely teased me, spurring me on and stirring further excitement.

He made me feel hot; my heart pounding hard and my breath growing fast. I could not hold back, as if I had wanted to. He is the one on top, making each move and thrust on my behalf.

Of course, the way he is cupping his hands on my face makes me feel hot and desired, in just the right way.

The strobe light and his contractions make me think of being at the pub or disco, dancing the night away in a tight embrace. I guess the heavy, fast sound of my beating heart will just have to be the beat of the music, when you can no longer be bothered with the lyrics of the song.

His quickening contractions, as if a bomb about to go off; then it is I who explode in a finally granted climax and the room goes dark.

There is also something I had forgotten, something that had slipped my mind. While she had told me to focus, did she explain what to focus on? My focus had slipped, but the bright glow of my horn had been maintained; in the tight grip of the gel Confetti Explocion had applied on my horn. Had the gel been burnt up or used?

I think I can forgo the need to change out of the suit, into my regular clothes. At least, I do not have to hurry. I could change any time I like, if and when I feel the need or urge to. While the suit is protecting me, it is not taking me out of the room, so I do not need to worry about breathing, eating or drinking.

The moment of total black only last so long. A light is coming back, but now I am lying on my back. Apparently the guy is still with me, only resting on his back by my side. Right or left, who cares. It is the sentiment that counts. He is with me.

“Raise and shine!” he utters, as he notices me stirring from the black and void.

“Oh yeah, that was amazing!” I merely breath, while remaining where I lie.

“It was!” he merely agrees.

What is the time? How long had I been here? Who cares. I had spent the time with the guy, who is caring about me and enjoying me and my presence. Did I have to ask him about his name? Would he let me know?

While all my friends see me, he notices me, not just for being there, but for me.

After a while, maybe a few more minutes; I gather myself, into a sitting position, slowly scanning the room. By this time, he is sitting before me, not to the right or to the left.

It is feeling a bit strange, but I like how the scene is turning out. If not for the suit, I am nude. Yet, the suit is extending me to these beautiful glossy hooves and adjust my hands to be me, more me than I had been before.

I have no muzzle, no wings or anything else; just as I now notice, neither does he. While he has no horn, his hands had been him, more than before too. It is the only way, in which I can see it and him.

Consequences are far from my mind, right now; while the here and now, him and me is up front and in my face. I like what I have, what is before me as it is.

“Let us just sit here, together!” I utter.

“Just the two of us, alone; gazing into one-another’s eyes!” he continues.

“Exactly!” we answer, in unison and complete agreement.

While the room may be small, it is perfectly fine for the two of us to sit; face-to-face and gaze into one-another’s eyes. If the room had been larger, it would have put space between us, needlessly, or made it less comfortable.

His eyes are Sapphire blue, the perfect colour for a pond in which to lose oneself and drawn.

“You know, I think I need some punch, are you up for some?” he inquire.

“Sure, why not; it’s supposed to be good!” I respond.

“It is, Pinkie Pie herself made it!” he adds, with a grin.

“At least; that is not a stretch of imagination!” I tease him.

“It is magic, and so is your horn ..” he responds.

“Dawn Spire, it’s my name!” I respond.

“Oh, Dawn!” he responds.

“Would she permit me, to stretch her a bit; since I did not mind her stretching me!” he ponders, grinning in glee at the image.

“Oh, and what if she did!” a voice exclaims, even if it is just in his suit.

“I still think, I would love; to see her reaction on it, just as I know I would love doing it!” he ponders.

“Carefull, what you wish for; what if she accepts, or even demands it out of you?” the voice is prompting.

Episode: 13 A sweet Morning After

Rarity’s show had been a blast and Pinkie Pie had made an epic show. What I recall, it the friend I made just after the backstage experience, though.

As I wake up, I am confused; did I really take that suit off of me, and did I go home alone. The room is dark, and I am not sharing the bed with anyone. Of course, this just had to be my bed.

If I did not take the suit of, it would explain why I have hooves and why my hands still don’t feel quite as my memory claims my hands should feel.

As I focus, I soon realize that my hon starts to glow, from the slow increase of light in the room; the very same hue as my horn should have been glowing, from what little I recall from the day before.

“This is odd, but it is odd in a way I can get used to!” I ponder.

There is no response. No voice in my head or from anywhere else, explaining the situation. I know there was a voice of Rarity explaining things, while I wore the suit the day before. Is it quite; because the girl of the voice is still sleeping? Or is it because she can not hear my thought; since I am not currently wearing the suit?

“I guess the quite is a welcome change of pace, even if it was convenient, to have someone explaining things!” I ponder.

There is no voice, no response of any kind. Quiet.

I do not mind quiet. Just as I do not mind the magic given to me by Rarity. It is a gift from Rarity, even if it was handed over to me, by Sunset Shimmer. Just as it is still from Rarity, even if Twilight sparkle and Pinkie Pie had aided her in crafting the suit. It may have been a has-met suit, but Rarity still made her creation out of it; with the help of a few friends, only too happy to lend a hand.

Is the magic truly mine, even if it came to me; only while wearing the suit with the specific extensions included? I do not know, but I think I will see it as me. The glow only appears, when I focus; just as the magic only does my bidding.

Could the magic truly change me, deeply enough to affect me; after the suit had been taken off of me?

There is no sign of the collar around my neck; but there is a black accessory that could have been a collar out of black rubber, on my night stand. Of my extensions, there is not a sign in my room. I could have left them at school, if I had taken the suit off of me while I was there, just as I could have taken it of, after I came home.

In the strange light of my horn, I can not see a sign of the device I should have placed over the door. Does the lack of the device change anything, or is it just because I had placed it in another room?

On second thought, I do have the make, corresponding to my name on my thigh. The place corresponds with the flank on the Ponies where the other Twilight sparkle came from. Just that I have no idea of it.

As I emerge from under the quilt, my body is indeed the same silicon white as when I wore the suit. Once I set hoof on the floor, the hooves are exactly the same metallic bloody red as they had been as I wore the extensions under the suit.

“Why is my mark looking as if it had been a Unicorn’s horn; with a sun rising behind it, as if the horn had been a hillock? While the details does make perfect sense; I still can not explain them, even to myself. Shouldn’t I be able, to explain these details?” I ponder; still with no response from anyone or anything, in the quiet room.

With an effort I make the bed, smoothing it out as if there had never been anyone sleeping here tonight. I focus my effort and the horn once more is dark.

“The magic could be very useful!” I ponder.

Exactly what I could do, I have no idea; it is limited by the time and effort I put into it, aside from the talents I have, described by the mark on my flank.

“What kind of magic do I even have?” I ponder; “With the mark in mind, it is bound to be something flashy and bright!” I continue.

“What if.. ?” I ponder; focusing my magic, watching my horn aglow, then imagining the floor clean and glossy.

The next moment, there is a flash; before all dust evaporate and the floor is coated with a thin layer of clear, high glossy rubber in ts place.

“Okay, that was interesting!” I exclaim.

It looks; almost as if the floor had been covered in a sheet of water, even if it is no more than a mere inch or less. As I take a step, there is no hint of water; but a sense of elastic and grabby rubber is clearly sensed, under my hooves.

“This is fun!” I exclaim; “Maybe I should apply this trick, to the rest of my hom?” I ponder.

For now, I still do refrain from repeating the trick; coating the walls with rubber. The floor of the next room over, as well as the ceiling is staying, as they were, as well.

“Clip, clop! Clip, clop!” I hear my hooves squeak, with each and every step I take over the floor of the room.

Of course I would have the same sounds, as I step out of the room; just without the squeaking quality to it. Can’t say I mind how my hooves makes noises, inside or outside of the room. It is who and what I am, end of story.

“Wonder if I could make this into something more practical, than just a polished floor?” I ponder, focusing on the thought in my mind.

While I had just closed the door to the room behind me, I can still see the window clearly in my mind; with a bright flash of light, the white paint turns into glossy silicon, and the glass into a clear membrane out of stiff, yet elastic silicon. Between the respective membranes of silicon, the space had been turned into a fresh vacuum. Before I let go of the thought, there is a new flash in each room, as the other windows bow to the whims of my fancy.

“No more breaking glass, and no more cleaning windows for me!” I ponder, giggling at the thought.

“I need oak!” I add.

“Sorry, make that beech!” I correct myself, as I look back at the door I had just closed behind myself.

Instead of just changing the one door behind me, I had incidentally changed all the doors in the building. Not only are they a light beech, but they look as if polished with the same rubber as the floor in the room in which I had been sleeping the night before.

“Okay, I guess I will not have to dust the doors from now on!” I point out.

Alone, and in my very own home, I could walk along nude; why bother with clothes, unless I expect company. Even alone, I could not go without a steady breakfast. At least I know where I am, and where the kitchen is.

Everything is exactly where I had left it, so this should be my home. I think I am awake, not in one of these crazy, realistic dreams screwing with my mind. Had it not been for the fashion show, Rarity had put up the other day; I would have been suspecting, it had been.

“On second thought, why do I feel wet?” I ponder.

Maybe I had had one of these dreams, last night. I do have the kind of dream, where I end up feeling soaking wet in the morning, as I wake up. Can’t recall these dreams, but I always have the feeling I had been doing something pretty exciting.

“Oh, well!” I exclaim.

Without thinking of it, my left hands soon finds itself, on the top of my mound; the index finger exploring the orchid on the top of my mound. Just as I had suspected, I am clearly wet. Why had I even doubted it, but now I could not deny it; even before myself. Maybe it is good, I am alone; with none to justify myself to, and none to questioning me.

What I did the day before, never left any impression of me in the morning. What I experience now; is clearly from what happened during the night, while I was sleeping and dreaming. Either I had a wet dream, or someone or something stimulated me; while I was blissfully unaware as I slept. I think I hope for the former; since the later comes with inconvenient and possibly scary implications.

Stretching my Boundaries

I open the door to the stairs up to the second floor. Of course it is a rubber coated beech wood, mirror door; just like all the doors in my home. I had made utterly certain of that, earlier in the day; just as I had seen, that all the doors are infact exactly that.

With a flash, the steps of the stairs turn into glossy black silicon rubber. The wall is a mosaic of coloured rubber tiles. The ceiling is coated with mate black rubber, with scattered pin-prick LED light in the form of a star scape.

“Squeak, squeak! Squeak, squeak!” I hear from my hooves, with each step I take up towards the next floor.

There is a curious, excited bounce to each step, as I move up the flight of stairs; just as I had always wanted it, and now I could finally have it.

The new-found magic gives me a sense of being the master of my fate, and the unquestioned ruler of the castle that is my home. Even if my home is in fact not an actual castle, but merely an otherwise fairly ordinary villa in a common town. Yet, the inside of my home is permitting me to forget the outside and the world at large.

A giddy excitement is growing within me, with each bouncy step I take towards the second floor.

There is a door at the end of the flight of stars, identical to the one I had just closed behind myself. Once I reach the door, I turn the nob and open the door. Black and white silicon tiles on the floor, in a chess-pattern.

While the floor is laid with heavy oaken wood tiles, the walls are laid with a bright, pink cherry-wood. I can clearly see the effect of the special rubber polish so lovingly applied to the entire length of the hall, while the ceiling had been granted the star scape of the flight of stairs leading me up to the second floor. Of course, this is my secret Kingdom to rule. Even if I guess it is more of a Princessdom, if one is to be technically correct here.

Definitions be damned, all the way down to Tartarus for all I care; this is mine and for me to do with as I please. Of course, this would have been entirely pointless, had there been no doors to the rooms.

I open the first door to the right, enter the room and close the door behind me. The room is yet to be furnished, so the Spartan emptiness is creaming.

“Something is clearly missing!” I exclaim, as I can the empty room.

“I need a more earthly feel, in here!” I pronounce.

A flash of light is emanating from my horn, just before the floor is coated with an inch of stiff black rubber.

“Something is still missing!” I add.

“Company would have been nice, right now; but that is not what is missing, right now!” I ponder.

It is not the lack of windows that bothers me; since the light is applied evenly by the star scape in the ceiling. The room could have used a sofa or a table, but this is not what I need here, right now.

“How about that?” I inquire, as I add a clear rubber membrane from the right to the left wall.

The membrane is a foot above the floor, reaching five feet out from the inner wall. I had created another one, a foot under the ceiling, to accompany the first; for symmetrical reasons. The membranes are stretched taught.

I add a membrane wall, from the edge of the floor, and six feet in. The membrane is continuing along the walls; with that, I had created a room, within the room.

I place the palm of my right hand on the outside of the wall, fingers spread wide; pressing my hands firmly against the membrane, only to examine just how it would stretch. TheMy hand makes a dent in the rubber, and is pressing several inches forwards.

“Curious, I am sure I could make some fun out of this!” I point out.

“I guess I need company, right about now!” I ponder, as I scan the still empty room.

“Maybe, just maybe I do have a special someone in mind!” I point out.
“Are you by chance, thinking of me?” he inquire.

Maybe I had heard the squeaking noises, from his feet moving over the floor; yet I had managed to ignore or miss it, entirely.

“Just in time!” I respond, giggling at the convenience.

“I would very much imagine, I came just in the nick of time!” her exclaims, chuckling and looking at me.

“Step right in, and make yourself comfortable, please!” he adds; almost as if it had been an afterthought, but still making an effort of being polite about what he already knew I wanted all along.

“Oh!” I giggle, as I step into the little room, within the room.

I guess one could call it a dungeon, of sorts. Just right for the moment.

“Turn around and lean up against the wall, please!” he continues.

“Oh!” I giggle; ”Like this!” I add, as I follow his suggested cause of action.

“Looks about right, but you need to spread your arms wide!” he then points out.

“Oh, but of course!” I respond.

I feel his hands guiding me, and then spread my fingers as wide as I can.

“Almost perfect! Just grab hold of the wall, could you?” he chuckles, as he is pressing my hands three inches in.

“There, just hold on; while I look you over!” he suggests.

“Excellent, justexcelent; just a small detail, and it will be perfect!” he is pronouncing.

He lifts my right hoof up, then presses it onto the wall before me, just inches from the opening. From there, he proceeds to place my left hoof on the other side of the opening.

As he is pressing down my knees, I find myself pinned in. He steps forwards and places his hands on my hips, slowly moving his hands along my hips and over my rump.

What I had forgotten to take into consideration, is how the membrane I am pushed into and holding on to is reacting on the situation I had been pushed into. The further my hands are pushed into the membrane, the harder it is for me to move my fingers, which means I am incapable of letting go of the membrane at this point.

Inch by inch, his hands are tracing the surface of my kin, on their way towards the inevitable end. I could not help, but feel the tips of his fingers slowly brushing the crack between the orbs of my rump, as he is probing his way to what he had been seeking all along.

“Ooooh!” I exclaim; as I feel him making the final push and his fingers slide in with unhindered ease.

“That’s exactly what I thought, excellent!” he is pronouncing as his response.

“Oh, oh!” I coo, as I see where he is going off to.

Inch by inch, I feel the tips of his finger slide in, deeper and deeper into me.
Nothing I could do, to stop him. I had set it up, even if I had not suspected what it would make to me, or where it could possibly lead me off to. Trapped in the web of my very own making.

“Ooh!” I merely coo, quietly; in anticipation of what is about to come next.

“Ooooh!” I exclaim, in instant realization; as he grabs the rim of my butt and instantly pulls it open, with no warning.

“Oh, oh, oh! Oh, oh oh!” I ponder; feeling my fingers fan out, in instant instinct; responding to his act.
While I had been stuck in place before, now I am even deeper into the mesh I had been making for myself; while in his control.

“I should have realized, this is where I had planned to go; and he thinks I am sill wearing the suit, so I can’t exactly blame him either! As if I had wanted to, in any event?” I ponder.

How could he know, or even expect that I could have cast a spell to change myself in my sleep? Unless it had just been an unexpected side effect of the suit and extensions I had been wearing throughout the night? Maybe the change had taken place as early as when he gave me the horn-job back at school? Either way, this is who and what I am now. I am still enjoying him all the same.
I can’t change who I am, and what I had become; but I still do enjoy the sensations of his fingers stretching me out far beyond expected. Is that the key?

Just as he makes me wet, I realize I am exciting him in the process. He can’t hold back, but grows stiff and erect.

“Maybe? Could I give him something more?” I ponder.

I realize, I want to feel him inside; to permit him to stretch my lips as I had stretched his, the other day. If he has no horn, but he has something else that should serve just as well.

He is not as stiff as my horn, but I know he is more than enough to satisfy me.

Mid-stride, he simply is letting go of me. Only taking a step back in order to appreciate me in my current predicament; before he is once more stepping up, before he is taking the final step. I feel him pressing down my belly, in order for him to get closer to me.

If I try to pull back, I will find my fingers spreading out firmly enough to pull my hands further back behind me; which I find surprisingly exciting, to the point of being irresistible.

Once he has pushed his hips close enough to my head, he places his cupped hands on my cheeks and guide himself towards my lips. Even without the suit on; my lips are moist and his head is feeling slippery, as if coated with sleek rubber. Maybe he is actually still wearing the suit from the day before.

As I am kissing him on the tip of the head; I feel him hard as solid rubber, but still pleasantly warm and exciting to the touch.

While I am kissing him, I realize I still am utterly incapable of preventing his entry into my mouth; as my lips eagerly part, just enough. Not that my lips were tightly pressed together; and I did not exactly mind him, either.

Before I knew it, his head plop; as it had pushed inside of my mouth. He slowly withdraws his hands from my face, before he moves them back; placing them on my rump and moving them further backwards. I feel the tips of his fingers sliding over the smooth flesh of my plump rump; only to push me even further. In excitement, I feel his finger slip right in; before he slide his fingers in far enough to manage a good grip.

“Oh, this is how he felt the other day?” I ponder.

The head merely stop momentarily in my mouth, before pushing forwards; sliding down my throat. I find myself contracting around him, tighter and tighter.

“Oh, oh! Oh, oh!” I ponder, feeling him slide down my throat.

“Oh, oh!” I hear him coo, reacting on the slippery wetness of my tightly contracting throat.

While I can no longer see his face, I still feel his fingers in my rear; just as I certainly do hear his excitement.

Inch by inch, he slides in, down my throat. Slowly and slower. Then I feel my lips touching the root of his shaft. He slowly pulls back, only to find himself prevented from pulling out. I will him to slide back; feeling him side up and down, up and down, Slolwy, rhythmically.

As I contract firmly; the slippery wetness is permitting him to slide up and down, albeit fairly slow.

“Slowly does it!” he ponders; unwilling to rush the joy and pleasure I am offering him, as I take him in my mouth and contract around him.

“Oh, oh!” I ponder; “I did not realize it could feel this good!” I continue.

Moist turn into wet, and wet turning into soaking. I feel myself slowly grow tighter ad tighter, as I contract around him.

“Oh, oh!” I hear him cooing, as he is slowly sliding in and out.

I would have been sighing with him, had my mouth not been full of him. Then again, better to be full of him; than being full of myself, as they say.

Then it happened, and I came. I have an orgasm. The shocker is; that it’s not just in the vagina, where I had expected it to be; but I could clearly feel my mouth contract, just as I feel my rump following suit. All in one single moment. Then it came again and again.

“Oooh, oooh! Oooh, oooh!” I sigh, inwardly.

“I did not know, she could be quite this tight! Why did I not do this before?” he ponders.

I feel him throbbing in counterpoint, as I keep contracting orgasmically, harder and faster, harder and faster.

Untold minutes later, he is starting to grow erratic in his grip; yet manages to maintain his grip firm enough, not to let go. Just as he is sliding all the way down, there is a sudden jerk on his part; just as he is releasing the load my throat.

Once he coated my throat with the load, he pulls back, only to shoot me with a second load, just as he slips into my mouth. As he hit his climax, he slowly grows soft and slips out of me entirely.

He gives me, my rump a few more stretching jerks; before he lets go and steps off of me entirely. For a moment, I am trapped, but still excited and orgasmic. My mouth, still coated with his lubricating loads. He leans over and kisses me on my lips.

Thankfully, I do not need to worry of being trapped in place, even if I can’t just pull out and step down onto the floor. He did not just walk away and leave me to my own devices; but turns to me and looks deep into my eyes.

“Could you stretch enough, to pull me down?” I inquire.

“Of course; since I placed you there!” he responds, chuckling.

Before he breaks of the kiss, I part my lips and lick his lips once, enjoying the feel of him tightly pressed over me.

He pulls back, walking up to my rear and grabs me by my calves and slowly pulls until the hooves come clear and lowers them down to the floor under me.

“Imagine, for just a moment; that you had a muzzle, matching your horn!” he coos to himself, as if he had not realized I could actually hear him; then chuckling at the very idea of the image he had just conjured up in my mind, without even realizing it.

“Oh, if that is what he likes; maybe I should try!” I ponder; focusing my magic on the image, thus making it slip into reality.

“Is a black rubber bit bettwer, than a clear ball gag?” he continues.

“Indeed, which is better?” I ponder, without noticing how the image in my mind changed and thus changed reality once over.

He made the point, by asking for black rubber; in place of a regular, traditional bit that could and most certainly should have hurt my teeth. A clear ball gag; is such a hilarious gag, to me. For a brief moment, both options appear as translucent images in the air before him; while the choice is still hanging in the air. Oh, that’s a terrible pun, isn’t it?

“Which is better, the ball gag, or the bit gag?” we ponder.

While the illusionary options fade away, the clear rubber ball manifests before me, the metallic bloody red leather-look strap slowly snaking around my head and securing the gag firmly in my mouth.

I momentarily try to bite down, as the ball is secured into place, but with the squishy, soft rubber ball in my mouth, I soon give up on the futile idea.

“The glossy, clear rubber is quite fetching; in your mouth!” he pronounces, once he is noticing the change.

“Uhhm, uhhm!” I mouth, muted by the spherical rubber in between my lips: “I guess you could say that?” I ponder.

Of course, with the one futile attempt at saying something; the gag is growing to fit and thus is sealing my mouth perfectly, rendering me utterly incapable of making as much as the slightest noise. The gag never actually fuses with my lips and thus stays perfectly removable, while still muting me perfectly. Delightful as ever.

“There, now I can pull you out!” he continues.

“Or, should I just push her the rest of the way in? I could try that another time!” he ponders.

He steps up before me, stopping between my legs in a curious position. Once between my legs, he proceeds by slipping his arms under my back and grabs my shoulder, in order to place himself in the position in which best to pull me out; at least, it is my image of his intent.

“Why does she make me so horny, all over again? Maybe I should try to taste her, to see if she is as juicy as her scent tries to make her out to be?” he ponders; where he is standing, ass he starts pulling me backwards.

With his hands firmly under my shoulders, and his fingers holding me tightly, he plants his lips squarely on the top of my mound, parting his lips and starts licking the deliciously wet petals of my orchid.

“Delectable, simple delectable!” he ponders, as his tongue is slipping and sliding over my slippery and deliciously wet petals.

The more intense the sensations of his tongue grew, the more my tongue is pushing onto the ball in my mouth, inevitably ending up slowly slipping into the squishy substance to the point I could not simply pull it out.

“Oh, oh!” I ponder, incapable of letting on what I feel.

As he is pulling at me, my fingers still spread wide and stiffly maintaining the pose through the rubber coating my entire hands; holding me firmly in place, as he is pulling harder and harder.

My hands are as stuck in the rubber membrane, as the originally two inch ball gag that now is a full three inches. As his tongue is lapping away at the petals of my orchid, I find myself licking the clear rubber the ball gag had been crafted out of. Why is the sleek rubber merely reminding me of the head of his penis, I just enjoyed in my mouth just a moment before?

With each and every new pull, I feel the rubber around my hands and fingers stretching just a little bit more, yet refusing to let go of me; thus stretching further and further out from the wall.

Minute by minute, he struggles to pull me free; slowly pulling back, while fiercely maintaining the grip around my shoulder in order not to drop me.

The more he is puling, the stronger the grip is resisting to let go of me; until it slips and releasing me instantly. I fall down on top of him in a heap in sudden, shocked surprise.

First now, once he pulled himself out from under me and we crawl up from the floor; does he notice how my efforts and emotions had changed the gag he had suggested for me had changed. Not only had it grown a full inch in size, now it is also coating my muzzle with its clear, glistering and glossy smoothness and squeaky elasticity.

“Now, isn’t that just perfectly you?” he promptly exclaims.

I just look at him, not grasping what he had been hinting at; with the words as he finally saw me.

Instead of conjuring up a mirror, I lift my hands to my face in order to explore what he could have been trying to say. I find my muzzle, with the ball gag still in my mouth. Just that I find the clear rubber coating my muzzle.

“Exactly!” he points out, chuckling merrily.

As he looks up and see my downcast face, he turns his face away apologetically.

“If you would permit, I could release you from the gag!” he offers, in the hops of appeasing me.

I merely nod, in approval; since I could not say as much as a word, if I tried to.

“Thank you!” he responds; as he is stepping up behind me, in order to help me taking the gag out of my mouth.

He soon finds the buckle just below the hairline in my neck, undoing it in an attempt to liberate me from the gag I had crafted on his unspoken request.

Once the buckle is dealt with, he steps up before me and pulls at the straps in order to pull the ball out of my mouth. As hard as he may try, the ball initially refuses to come free; sticking to my muzzle and vehemently protesting to his attempt. My muzzle is stretching, as the all is clinging fiercely to my flesh.

Little by little, the clear rubber does lose its grip and the gap between my muzzle and the ball is growing increasingly apparent. With one last desperate effort, the ball tries to hold on; only to snap free and make him fall back in the process. I bounce at the wall behind me, as I see him crawling up and stands before me.

“That certainly was unexpected!” he exclaims, and I merely nod in response.

Once the ball realize the mistake and accept its defeat, it snaps back to its original size of two inches. My muzzle slowly absorb the clear rubber and everything it is in the process.

I find my lips slippery from the remainders of the previous excitement, while the absorbed remnants of the ball is sealing the effect in place effectively and efficiently.

I struggle with emotions and experiences for a moment, before I manage to part my lips enough to draw in air. Not that I need to draw in the air through my mouth, I could breathe through my nostrils just as easily. Yet, it’s a reflexive act; demonstrating that I am no longer mute and thus capable of speech, once more.

“I am exhausted!” I merely declare.

“Do you need rest? If so, I will not stop you!” he responds.

“Yes, I think I could use some sleep; and some time to come to terms with my situation!” I add.

“No problem!” he declares, offering a shoulder to lean up against, helping me to get back to my bed.

Author's Note

Sorry, if the story is faltering from time to time.
I prefer to at least try to make an effort to get the story as good as I could make it.

Episode: 15 - Giving Space, and Exploring the Novelty

Of course I had helped her, back to her bed; where she could rest and regain her strength. Not just for a new bout of fun and excitement; but because it is the right thing to do, and what I would hope she would do if it had been me in her place.

Once she is resting, safely under the sheets of her bed, I had stepped out of the room. I have to give her space, so that she can rest and sleep.

“Wait, didn’t she wear the suit?” I ponder; realizing the initial mistake, only now.
It is too late to regret the mistake, as well as changing anything I did under the impression that she was safely wearing the suit.

While she needed her rest, I am too excited to just go home and rest. Maybe I could explore my situation, just a little bit closer? I just need to slip out of the suit, before I could change anything. I could still play around with myself, for a moment.

“Maybe I could explore the room, in which we had enjoyed so much!” I ponder; making an effort, not to exclaim what I had in mind for the entire world to hear.

From my experience with Dawn Spire, at least I have a point from which to start. If she is enjoying it, maybe I should too? Incidntally, I had picked up a plug on my way to the room I had intended to explore.

I close the door behind myself, before I do anything. While I do not have a vagina, I still have the rear option remaining to me.

“It is not a riveting plug, or an inflatable one, thankfully!” I ponder, considering the situation as I am alone.

“Should I apply the plug behind the wall or not?” I ponder, as I am looking at the glistering black rubber item in my hand.

I decide to leave the plug on the floor, for a moment; exploring the subject of stretching my rear orifice myself, in the fashion Dawn had expressed such excitement. It is fairly easy to reach back, and slip my fingers into the tight orifice. As a matter of fact; I am incapable of preventing my fingers to slip inside, as firmly as I may push; just as I am equally incapable of pushing my fingers out, after the effect.

Finding the grip is no real challenge, I had known that since I teased dawn. Stretching is just as easy and forthright. Yet, it is in how it feels; that is delivering the excitement.

“No, I will have to hide the plug behind the wall, in order to make the most out of this!” I ponder, realizing what my feelings are in the process.

“While I could slip the plug right in; I fear it is the effect of not reaching it directly, that will deliver me!” I ponder.

I manage to slip in behind the membrane and place the plug firmly against the wall, just where I wanted it. Once the plug is in place, I slip out from behind the membrane, in order to explore what I had before me.

Simply put, I could press my rump up against the plug behind the membrane in the hopes it would simply slide right in. I decided against it, slipping my fingers in and gripping the edge of the orifice in order to spread myself wide. In this manner, I manage to press myself up against the wall and let go, once I know the plug is safely inside.

I press my rump up against the wall, just to make sure I had hit that one sweet spot. As I pull back, I realize I had indeed made it plop. The plug is firmly inside and refuses to just slip out by accident. I would have to make an effort in order to pull free; with that, my back is pressing up against the wall. I can’t just pull free,

Since the plug is holding me to the wall, as if someone had been pushing me in; I can safely lift a foot up, without worrying. I had chosen the right corner, mainly out of convention; but it means I could press one foot up against each wall beside me, instead of merely using the wall behind myself.

Once my feet are pressed up, I feel the membrane giving in; just enough to give me traction towards which to work. I am now safely suspended, two feet from the floor. I spread my toes as much as I can, before I press down my knees with my hands.

The plug had not exactly been cold to the touch, but behind the membrane it is something I could safely ignore. What I had failed to take into account, is what the reaction of the plug would be; once it was warming up from the close contact with my body, for a prolonged period of time. Had I slipped it in to plop in the regular manner; I would have felt the two inch diameter in a somewhat different and more acute manner.

This is a plug, not a dildo crafted to look or feel like a penis, which I am eternally grateful for, it would have given me sensations for which I had not been properly prepared. The plug may be just a toy, but if it had been in the shape of a penis it would still have evoked emotions I am not ready to face.

I lick my lips and bend forwards, intent on seeing how far I could reach. Even if I don’t really have much to play with, it is far more than all the alternatives before me.

With spread fingers, I press the palms of my hands against the right and left walls respectively. In surprise; I realize I am not just excited, I am erect and hard enough to play.

I place my lips on the tip of the head of my penis and kiss it, just to see how it would feel. It is wet and warm, slippery and smooth to the touch. Should I have been shocked? I think not.

As I am kissing the tip of the head of my penis, I part my lips and stars licking it from the tip and outwards. My tongue is feeling wet and hot to the touch, as I feel it while I am licking myself.

As I had licked the entire head and withdrawn my tongue, I slowly push forwards in the hops that I could indeed take at least the head in my mouth. I am eager to explore the sensations and pleasures I imagine will be following suit.

In my excitement, I realize that my lips slowly starts to contract around me; even before I had slipped in an inch. I start to lick the tip of the head, and continues as I push forwards.

“Oh, oh!” I ponder, while I push forwards, then my tongue no longer manage to reach around the tip of the head.

I push forwards, soon rewarded by feeling the head plop. I had managed to push in the head, so I keep pushing. I want to see how far I could push.

Inch by inch, I feel the head slide down my throat; inch by inch, I feel the throat sliding over the head and shaft of my penis. I revel in the triumph of my accomplishment, for all it is worth; enjoying each and every instant of success.

Of course, then comes the end of the push, as I feel the shaft can reach no further. I bounce back, slowly pulling back; only to be stopped, as the head reaches the inside of my mouth.

There is a bounce, each time I hit the end, then I keep slipping and sliding over and over. In the process, I am slowly losing the grip of time.

Exit Promised, in the Safe Room

”You can only take of the suit, in a room that is declared safe from any contamination!” the girl explains.

“Oh yeah, this was originally a has-met suit!” I respond.

“I left a little gift for you, together with the device that will permit you to break the seal of your suit!” she is adding.

“Thank you!” I exclaim.

“Of course, the dressing rooms by the gymnasium is also declared safe, in part due to the fact that you are supposed to change into the gym suit there already!” she points out.

“I should probably check that out, right away!” I excuse myself, knowing she is easily found; “How does she know exactly how to turn me on?” I ponder, as I am stepping out of the small room.

“Sounds about right!” she is agreeing, as she is heading off in the other direction, in search for another girl to attend to.

I walk back to the room, where Rarity was demonstrating the suit, before; she is still there, and Sunset Shimmer is still handing out suits. Of course I knew, Rarity had always been one to thrive in the limelight; and Sunset Shimmer had found her place with her new friends, helping out every time she could. I don’t complain, the school had been much nicer; since the day Twilight Sparkle pushed her off of the stage.

“She told me, she left a little gift for me; I bet she meant to look for it in my locker!” I ponder, as I continue towards the lockers.

Oh, wait; if she is with Pinkie Pie, Pinkie Pie knows everything!” I ponder, on my way back to the lockers.

I still hear the squeaking noises my hooves are making, as I walk. I guess I could not escape it; I can get used to it, and it will slowly fade out of mind. It isn’t as if it is bothering me, I quite like it.

Once I had considered Pinkie Pie in the picture; it is no shock, to see the box in my locker. Pinkie Pie always knows everything, it is as if she had even written the manuscript for everything here. As absurd as that notion may sound, but how does one explain away all these little things?

There is a small box with a red light on the front. There is a cable and an item that looks as if it had been intended to cushion the thud from when you close the door.

“Is that how I am supposed to isolate the room in which to slip out of this suit?” I ponder, finding it a bit too simple.

There is a pair of panties, looking all but identical to the once I wear under the suit, too. Aside from this, I have a suction-pump, the tubing and cups for what she had in mind for me. Not sure why, but it sparked a thought in my head.

“Lactation?” I ponder, feeling my cheeks grow red and hot.

I can’t help, but blush; as I am excited by the mere thought of the item before me. While I had never truly found the lactation interesting before; but the girl Pinkie Pie must have urged to find me, had seeded the fetish into my subconscious. I dare not challenge it. What is the harm, in just trying it out; just to see how it feels and if it is actually as enjoyable as I had been led to think.

People have been challenging Pinkie Pie; only to slip out of the room, with the tail behind their legs in embarrassment.

“If Pinkie Pie’s aid think I will enjoy the gift, who am I to question it, before I even try it?” I ponder.
It is not as if the items should be dangerous in the least; she would never have given it to me, with the hopes or even the slightest suspicion that it could hurt me.

“I need to examine these items, and I need to see that I can take the suit of!” I ponder; walking towards the dressing room, in a measured gait.

Of course, there is no need to hurry; I am perfectly safe in the suit. Besides, I have the impression; that I should be able to make it in the suit, until I get home.

As I reach the hall, I notice a small plastic looking box over the door of each of the dressing rooms. There is a green light on the front of the box, which I assume is indicating that the inside is clear and clean for my purpose.

I open the door, finding none inside. I imagine it would make no difference; if I am alone, or if another girl had been in the room. This is the girls’ dressing room; so girls are supposed to change into, or out of the suit in here.

Stepping in, I soon notice a similar looking plastic box, over the door in the room. The light is red; indicating that my suit will not open outside, but should accept me breaking the seal inside the room. At least, as long as that door is closed.

Once inside, I close the door behind me with a sigh.

Everything is quiet and familiar. Nothing is out of place, as if none had been here since forever. Of course, there is no sign of anyone having being here; this is but an empty room.

I step over the bench by the door and walk into the room, turning by the lockers and continue to the inner corner. Out of sight and out of mind.

leaning back against the wall, pressing my back against the smooth and cold wall; standing still and quiet for a moment, before I lift my hands up to the black collar around my neck. Fumbling as I explore the smooth black, glistering rubber.

“I have time, I am alone and none will distract or disturb me!” I ponder.

I choose to sit down, on the chair conveniently provided; before I reach up to the collar around my neck, caressing and exploring the contours of the solid rubber holding the suit in place.

“Do I take the suit off me, once I manage to break the seal; or, do I put it back on as I know how to slip out?” I ponder.

“There, the split; the seam between the two parts of my collar!” I reflect; as my fingers finally do find, what I had been searching for.

Of course I break the seal, then pull the upper part of the collar up and off of my head. I take a breath, considering the situation before me. In the end, I still do slip the collar back on, sealing myself within the suit in which I had been safely tucked away.

“This is a has-met suit, it can protect me from anything harm-full, but it is also fashionable and fancy looking!” I ponder.

I raise to my hooves and walk back to the door, followed by the now quite familiar squeaking little noises from my hooves. Maybe I am getting used to these little noises; finding them adorable and endearing. Could I really stand, to leave what I have on behind now?

“Exactly how much, can the suit actually change my appearance?” I ponder; as I look at my outstretched hand, while I open the door and walk out of the dressing room.

Guess I had not really examined my new appearance, or how it was changing my experience of my surroundings? Maybe I should have, but I put this up for later. Maybe, when I get back home?

While I had been opening the door, I could not help by notice the details of my fabulous hand; the slender fingers and the inch long, semi-square nails. All perfectly shaped and perfectly sensitive; maybe just a little bit too sensitive?

“Is this the suit, or are the extensions to blame? If it is the suit, do I want to ask for a different suit? If it is the extensions, would I ask for different once?” I ponder, as I walk down the hall.

“The extensions are merely a cue, guiding the suit on how to modify your outwards appearance and your sensitivity!” a voice, sounding like Rarity explains.

I stop dead in my track, chocked by the voice I had never been expecting. I had never been warmed about the internal radio installed into the suit. Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle had been drafted into the project; but I had never realized, the depth of their respective involvement.

“How could I hear a voice, responding to my inner monologue? Even if the voice belongs to Rarity, whose design it is!” I ponder.

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