A Suit; Extended

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.

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