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.