A Suit; Extended

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.