A Suit; Extended

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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