A Suit; Extended

To open the package is like Hearth’s Warming eve. Sunset Shimmer had a package for me, where she is standing behind the table by the stage upon which the Fashionista Rarity is standing.

From the scene, I can only imagine pinkie Pie herself had been handpicking the items in the package. She had been part of the show, both on and behind the scene.

I know Rarity had acquired the suit and most of the items, while it is fairly certain Twilight sparkle had been responsible for handling the tricky adjustments of the suit. Exactly what pinkie Pie had done; how and why she had been there is beyond me. While she had been putting up the party.

Walking from the room of the party had been easy, even if it had been much harder to leave the party with all the fun. Pinkie Pie always put in such effort into every Party, and Rarity always puts up the very best show.

I have not been away from the party for more than a minute, or two at the very most.

I make an effort, to ignore the most obvious, the two part black rubber collar. Not because I do not like it, but because it is obviously there. Rarity had demonstrated it for us, and Twilight sparkle had gone to great length in explaining the details.

There is, what appears to be a pair of panties, and a top. A pair of hoof extensions for my feet, and a pair for my hands. Curiously enough, I also find what is passing for a pair of gloves. I choose to slip into the panties and pull the top on, before I look any closer at the rest.

My breasts appears to be between A and B cups. I can’t deny the presence of my mound, but the orchid and any such outstanding details are clearly, effectively hidden away and covered by the panties I wear. I can feel my nipples and orchid with ease, mainly internally; yet, they are clearly there and they are quite functional as well.

Slipping the hoof extensions on my feet is easy, but I momentarily hesitate, putting on the second pair of extensions. Mainly because I worry about the control and ability to hold and manipulate objects without fingers.

Of course I don’t know Sunset Shimmer personally, and I have no idea as to where she came to and know nothing of her origin. She is just the girl that people were talking of for a while; then Twilight and her friends took her in, and she showed her colours, at the musical Show-case turned a Battle of the bands. The Rainbooms destroyed the Dazzlings after wiping the floor with their competition.

The Dazzlings were not quite as dazzling, after the event had come to a conclusion. No longer able to control anyone with their voices. They were not quite as coherent as a group, after the fatal fiasco either. The internal conflict could not be shoved under the rug, once the common goal had been taken out of the picture.

Slipping the muzzle extension on, while having the hoof extensions as gloves proved to be far less of a challenge than I had been expecting. Maybe I did not know the design, as well as I should have; while sunset Shimmer who had handed me the package, could have known far more than I could have been expecting. She had never let on, and I had no reason to suspect. She is a girl, like all others, aside from the one event.

With all the extensions on and firmly in place, I slip the lower half of the collar on, feeling it contract around my neck; just never beyond my level of comfort. I see and feel the bubble extend around me, forming the suit.

Slipping the other half on, feeling the field encompass my head, before it contracted and connected to the lower half. The two halves uniting, sealing the suit over me. The surprise; of finding myself so close to the image of an Equestrian pony, such as Sunset Shimmer had been. I stand on all fours; each hoof firmly on the ground, as I am looking at the wall before me.

Looking down, I find my hooves a metallic electric blue, as contrast to my bright neon yellow body. My mane and tail are bright red. Now I have bangs between my pointy Equine ears, while the rest of the hair is flowing freely behind my head. Apparently, the suit changes my hair; but doesn’t per se make a fashion out of it. Unless this is the fashion designed for me.

Looking back, I notice a trio of what appears to be Milk Bottles. I have a Cutie Mark. Am I a milk-maid of some fashion? On closer inspection, the bottles are glass, making a point out of the clear, highly viscous fluid in place of regular white Bovine milk.

Even as a Pony, my nipples do not show in public; even after I slipped the has-met suit on. What I can see, is the new hooves, and I guess it is a bit exciting to me. Did Rarity make this suit fashionable, so we can wear them in public? Remembering Pinkie Pie, she just had to sprinkle the suit with her brand of fun and full-filling joy for all.

As I move; I can’t help, but hear squeaking noises from my hooves hitting the floor. With each step, there is a new squeaking little noise; adorable and cute as it is, but it is also a dead giveaway. I can’t hide while I wear the suit.

“Does all wear these hoof extensions, to have hooves in place of the old shoes?” I ponder.

Before I get to the part, where I need to figure out how to open the door; Confetti Explosion enters the room, as if on cue. The girl is eagerly looking at me.

“Just on time, so you don’t need to figure out how to open the door, with your hoof!” she proclaims.
“Yes; I guess that should have been my next issue, before me!” I respond.

“At hoof, is your expression; as a Pony! I guess I could explain how, on the way!” she puts for, giggling as she is ogling me with joy.

“That, would most certainly be helpful!” I respond.

“While I know, you do not need a leash; but this should be adorable, and look great on you!” she points out, as she is presenting me with a silver metallic silicon halter, with a removable black rubber hit currently attached.

For a moment, I merely stare blankly at the item in her right hand; offered to me, as a kind but odd gesture.

“I guess I could try it on; but I would still need your help, in order to put it on!” I respond; as I finally manage to collect my thoughts, and pick up my jaw from the floor.

Of course I need her help in order to put it on, with any manner of style; just as I will need her help, in order to take it of at all. Maybe I could learn the trick, to put it on; taking it off still is several orders trickier by any standard.

“As you please, it will be my honour to help you out!” she exclaims; making utterly certain, I knew exactly where she is standing.

“Yes, please; please help me, fitting the halter on my muzzle!” I urge her, in excitement; breathlessly anticipating, what is before me.

Maybe I did not know, or fully understand what she had just offered me, but she had presented it, in a manner that made me utterly incapable of even considering not to take her offer.

“The suit is protecting me!” I ponder; not knowing exactly what she had in mind, or what her offer could possibly entail.

“Could you look to the right, please!” she courteously coos in my ear; stepping up behind me as I turn my head in the direction she had pointed out.

“Now, if you could part your lips; just enough, to make the halter slip into place!” she continues; holding the halter up before my muzzle, then pulling it towards me.

“Oh!” I stutter; as I feel the slippery and sleek silicon rubber slide over my face, just before the bit slide in between my lips.

“There!” she exclaims, in excitement; as the halter is fitting tightly around my muzzle, and the bit is slipping in perfectly between my teeth.

Maybe I had not quite gathered, what she had in mind; I still feel the smooth and cool material of the halter, but the bit had slipped into place and slipped out of mind. I can not feel it, where it had slipped into place.

“Caps lock off, Excellent, just excellent!” she now points out, before me.

“Oh?” I inquire, with a look of utter confusion on my face.

“Exactly! You may be a Pony, but it doesn’t mean I do not want to hear you!” she explains.

“Oh, okay!” I echo, still confused; since her explanation had explained exactly nothing.

“I will demonstrate it, in due time; when the time is right, and you will understand exactly what I mean!” she responds, giggling in excitement.

“Is this Rarity’s sense of fashion, Pinkie Pie’s incredulous sense of entertainment, or Twilight Sparkles addition to my gift?” I ponder, feigning ignorance.

Of course, I know better than to hope she had not picked up on the question or known exactly what I had been pondering. If the suit transmitted the thought, or if it is her senses picking up on the unseen; I have no idea.

“One small detail, if I may!” she concludes, as she is lifting my chest up, effortlessly making me stand up on my hind hooves.

I merely gasp in surprise; not prepared for, what she had in mind for me. Once I stand up, I find it surprisingly natural to me; as if I had been walking around like this all my life.

“How could a pony stand up right, as if she had been a Human?” I ponder, not letting on.

“How does what feel?” I respond; looking at her, as if I saw something funny and out of place.

“I guess that answers my question!” she merely coos.

“Maybe we should head back to the party?” she adds, as if it had been a mere afterthought.

I follow her, as she is walking along the hall. On the way, she is making a small detour; stopping by a door and inviting me into the room. She had opened the door for me, then closed it behind me, quietly.

“if you recall, I promised you an explanation!” she points out, as I scan the otherwise empty room.

The floor looks as if laid with glistering stone tiles, coated with clear silicon rubber. The walls are laid with similar tiles, just metallic electric blue and metallic bloody red in a chess pattern.

I feel her pushing me towards the middle of the wall to my right. The wall is cool and smooth to the touch. She never pushed me hard enough, to make it uncomfortable.

She is pushing the red tile, to the right. I notice the tile reacting to her tap, as she is catching it. Behind the tile, she pulls out a clear suction cup and the tube to go with it.

“Uh, oh?” I utter, as I notice what she is doing.

“Exactly!” she responds; as she is pressing the cup on the spot, directly on my nipple.

As she is pressing the cup on the breast, I feel a new, strange and electric tingle in my previously hidden nipple. A vacuum soon lures out the nipple and sees it growing erect within the confines of the soft and elastic cup.

She is tapping the tile on the opposite side of my body, revealing the next cup. She is pulling the cup out, with the extension tube following. The cup fits perfectly on the other nipple.

“Excellent, excellent!” she exclaims, as she is observing me.

“Oh, okay!” I respond.

Once both my nipples are erect, there is an electric shock and the vacuum is stabilized; the next moment, I can see and feel the milk trickle through the thin tube into the wall. I notice; the milk is clear, not white.

“Why is the milk not white?” I ponder.

“It is because it is the extension of your breast, provided by the top you are wearing; that is responsible for the lactation!” Rarity’s voice tones in.

“I told you; I would explain and demonstrate the caps lock!” Confetti Explosion points out.

As she is making the point, I do recall her saying something to the effect; I just had not expected it to be anything the likes of this. My face is completely relaxed, and at ease; yet, my jaws are set so firmly, I can not part my lips at all.

“I could not know; if you were a screamer, or the quiet girl!” the voice explains, matter of fact.

“She certainly has me there!” I ponder.

Even if Pinkie Pie knew, she probably does this for each of us in turn. The excitement, lies in the experiences shared. If I require the bit or not, is not the issue at hoof, right now.

While the sensations induced by the cups on my nipples are quite exciting to me, I am just one touch away from screaming my lungs out in the induced bliss she had in mind for me. It is not in how long she is holding me up, it is in dealing me the final blow.

“Not certain, about what your experience will be like?” she inquires.

I just nod; since I can’t express what I feel, in words.

“Rest assured, you are going to enjoy it; I will keep you on the edge, so that you can’t predict what is coming next!” she is promising.

“Oh, oh! Okay!” I ponder, imaging scenarios of what she could have in mind for me.

What I had not been prepared for, and what I could not know; is how sensitive I am, and how I am about to react upon her touches.

Of course, she already has me on the edge; how much would it take her, to push me over?

She is watching me, as I stand with my back to the wall, stimulated into lactating. I had not known that I enjoy it, or just how enjoyable she could make this. Moment my moment, the milk is flowing through the thin rubber tube and I can do nothing.

After a few minutes, she is pushing me firmly up against the wall, pushing herself up on me. I feel her lips brushing the tip of my muzzle; as she is kissing me and parting her lips momentarily, before her tongue slip out and licks her lips and mine in the process.

Her breath is hot, ecstatic and aromatic; as the air is hitting my nostrils. There is no escaping her, at this time; not that I wanted to, if I could.

The tips of her fingers soon find their way to my waist, slowly tracing their way down my hips and back over my rump. I feel a cold shiver down my spine. I still had not realized, just how much control she has over me.

She soon managed to slide her fingers down the crack between the orbs of my rump. A moment later, her fingers slide in, before she gently, carefully spread the outer rim or my orifice. She is slow and gentle, making absolutely certain I will feel no pain, as she has no interest in hurting me.

A wave of elation hits me, as liberation is teasing me at the edge of my consciousness. I have no control, yet I am in full control of her.

I feel her lips break contact and she is pulling back an inch; before she is letting herself sink down along my belly. I can only follow her face, with my eyes; half way down.

While her hands still stay, where I had felt them before; her face soon reappears on top of my mound, just a mere moment later. I feel her lips pressing on top of the petals of my orchid, spreading out; just enough to encompass the petals, before her tongue slips out.

With my petals in a firm grip between her lips, she has me on the verge, as the tip of her tongue slip out, gracing me and forces me to slip into the first orgasm. There is no helping it, I can not avoid what is to come.

The tip of her tongue, eagerly teasing the sensitive petals to her heart’s desire, causing me to come all over again, just harder and faster. Relentlessly, she is holding me open to her lustful desire and the orgasmic sensations that come with it.

While it may have been a bit stumbling and stuttering at first, the orgasms comes harder and faster; stronger and more certain with each progressive time.

With sealed tight lips, not even a single sigh or moan slips out into the open, let along an uncontrolled scream of ecstasy invoked by her tongue, as she is eliciting even greater heights as she insistently pushes further and her tongue slips in and out of me as she pleases, only to tease me further and further.

My focus is blurring out, with each consecutive orgasm she is invoking. Somewhere along; my eyes grow heavy and closes before me, without me even noticing it had even happened.

She had maintained her anal play upon me, teasing and stretching, while I had been conscious of it only for the first few minutes. Should I be thankful for it, or bothered by what I had not asked of her? Ignorance is bliss, and it had after all slipped my mind well before she let go of it.

The sensations are intense and the sensations had slowly overwhelmed me at first. How long I had been stunned, overwhelmed by sensations and emotions, I have no idea; but it had been straining on my reserves, leaving me weak.

I had imagined, the girl had been toying with the rear orifice the entire time, but maybe I had merely been overwhelmed and the sensations just mimicked what she had started out doing in the first minutes? As I open my eyes, my vision is blurry for a long while as I adjust to the light in the room; before I could realize that the girl had indeed walked out of the room and closed the door behind herself.

Once the realization hit home, my sensations slowly adjusts to what I am actually feeling right now. In place of her fingers teasing and stretching the rim of my orifice, there is a tube maintaining my orifice dilated as if she had inserted a two inch plug, with the inner diameter of at least three inches. She had left me feeling open and vulnerable.

My mound is still moist after her extended and enthusiastic attention; while I am wet to the point of soaked inside. Throbbing with the effort of contracting with each and every orgasm, hitting me hard and fast each time.

At first, I find it hard to stand up and balance; while it is convenient to have hooves to stand on, giving more surface and traction to hold me upright. There is a momentary sense of confusion, as if I had no idea as to who I was, or even what I was in the first place; then the equilibrium slowly starts to pull the strings in, calling me back to who I am.

My confusion slowly evaporating, as I look down upon myself, my body. I am a Pony of Equestria, but in a somewhat strangely human and bipedal form. Maybe this is the confusion?

Once the fluid motion and emotions slowly start to calm down, I can stand up right with growing ease.

I can not part my lips to pronounce the words, but what’s the point; there is none in the room, to hear what I had to say anyway. I remain quiet, silent. My thoughts slowly quieting down, permitting me to gather my wits.

While my heart pounds, my breath harsh and on the border of erratic; I still manage to hear the telltale of steps on the floor towards the door of my room. The room in which she had left me. The room, in which I came and peaked, but never quite managed to have a climax.

I look up, just as she is opening to door. She steps in and I see her enter. I look into her eyes. Could I have avoided her gaze? Should I have feigned shy and looked away? Looking away, now; what’s the point?

“Do not hide!” she plainly adds, as she is looking at me.

“Of course, I guess I should have known!” I ponder; as I realize she had entered the room, just after I gathered my wits.

“You are between worlds and states of being, you will have to use magic if you want to extract the tube or take the suit off!” she explains, grinning at me as she is giggling girlishly in her friendly manner.

I could not refute her words, but I do not know how to do what she just told me.

“I will have to extract the tube, before I can take the suit off of me; even if I guess i could ask her, to help me doing it for me!” I ponder.

She just giggles; “Exactly; excellent, excellent!” she exclaims.

Do I need help, extracting the tube? Could I manage to control the magic I had been gifted with, through the suit I am currently wearing? I am a unicorn, but I have never even tried to use magic, let alone control it.

As I focus, my horns starts to glow; first at the tip and then slowly brighter as the glow flow down the entire length of the horn. Could I, could I make it and reach out; touching the tube and pull it out?

As I question my ability, I feel my focus dwindle and the glow shiver under the pressure.

I focus, trying to gather my wit and regain the equilibrium required to manage the magic. Once the glow is covering the entire length of the horn, I try to reach out; stretch forth the tendril of light. Feeling the air split before me and the light reaching forth and stretching out, outwards.

There is a second moment of uncertainty, but this time I bush back. While I can’t see behind my back, I can still feel the surface of the suit. I feel my way down my spine, slowly reaching forwards. There it is, the tube.

Feeling slippery rubber, sleek and lubricated, slipping under my weak grasp. I push forwards, spreading the faint light across the surface until I manage to hold the entire outer surface of the tube.

Slipping, over and over. Short of giving up, I reach forth, in and under the tube. Once I manage to encompass the tube entirely, I push it out, squeezing it and leaving enough space between the suit and the clear rubber. While the tube may try to refuse, I still manage to pull it out.

While I could go home, as I am; wearing the suit and trot all the way home, but is that the right thing and how I want to go home? Maybe it is, or maybe it is not.

“I take it, you have enjoyed yourself!” she points out, I merely nod in response.

She slowly pull the cups off of my nipples. I notice the nipples slowly reverting, into hiding under the fabric of the suit. Maybe I could indeed go home, as I am. All I need, is to gather what I left and decide.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” she now exclaims, as she is helping me to slip the bit out of my mouth and pull the halter off of my face.

“Thank you, Confetti Explosion; I promise, I will not scream!” I respond.

My mound already dried up, and all the excitement already forgotten. I still remember the moment, as long or short as it may have been. It’s a moment to treasure for all time.

While I could choose to stay, and walk on my hind hooves; I go down on all fours, slowly trotting back to the dressing room. Apparently, she is happy with the result and leaves me to do, what she already knows I am doing.

With just a little focus, I feel the glow spread out over my horn; then I open the door to the room. It is easier now; after my practice and the distraction out of my system. I may still feel a bit weak, after the exhausting exercise in the room. At least; everything is coming back, to me.

The door quietly swing up, under the influence of my magic, I step in and close the door behind myself. Quiet and alone, I contemplate my options. What could I do, and what do I want to do? While I could go back to the party, or just sit here in a corner, all by myself; but I consider actually going home. Just gathering the items I need to take with me, and go home. I have seen all I came for, and done everything I want to do here.

Truth be told; while I love everything Confetti Explosion did for me, I guess I still fear her. I need to go home, and enjoy my quiet moment. Alone, and unseen.