A Suit; Extended

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.