Cheerielee's School for Peculiar Girls

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”Clip, clop! Clip, clop!” I hear the sound of my hooves squeak with each step.

While it is not long, from the room where Rarity dressed us up, but it is enough for me to enjoy the jolly noises of my hooves. Not to say, that I was not hearing the noises of my sister’s hooves. I had taken to call her my sister, when I met her on the room; just before we had been called, to see Miss Rarity herself.

“This is a curious experience, but I do enjoy it this far!” I ponder, knowing my sister is reflecting the thought.

“I guess, this would explain; why we were told, not to bring any extra clothes or other accessories!” she suggests.

“Yes, we do not need any of the clothes we would otherwise have brought with us!” I respond, giggling.

“I do not know what my parents are paying, for me to attend to Cheerilee’s school; but I think it will prove more than worth everything!” she continues.

“We are here, and have a blast, then we will learn all the things we need, for our future!” I point out.

“Rarity certainly knows, exactly how to make you look your best! Now we can enter the stage, upon which to act!” she responds.

“A mighty grand stage, you might add!” I suggest.

“I love being here, and making the world my stage; is the best way, forwards!” she offers.

Of course, this is exactly when we are reaching the door, to our room. There is a black plaque by the door; coated in rubber, shielding the door from uninvited guests. Or, is it not the purpose?

I place the palm of my right hand on the plaque, spreading my fingers wide. The door opens, and we slip in into the room.

“That was easy, but it does look like fancy security!” she points out.

“Yes, I guess you could put it that way!” I respond.

Once inside, we notice that the room had changed; there is still a bed, but not the bed we had left mere minutes before. The bed is now an eight by eight feet crystal clear rubber membrane, kept in place by a three inch thick titanium tube in a hexagonal configuration.

That is curious, I certainly did not leave the bed in this order!” she exclaims.

“No, I believe we should have recalled such a bed!” I respond, giggling at the situation.

Naturally, everything we had left behind is now gone. I could but hope; it is stored or send back to our kin and families back home.

“This does look; like plenty of fun and excitement!” she exclaims, after a moment of reflection.

“Just this one, large bed; for the two of us girls, that looks like an adventure of epic proportions!” I propose.

“An adventure, alright; now we can explore, what we could not even have been imagining before!” she responds, giggling in gleeful excitement.

"Yes, I guess we could; how about you lay back, on our bed and see how it feels?” I suggest.

“Okay, why not?” she responds, as she moves over to the bed and climb up.

I watch her, as I follow her a step behind, enjoying the looks, of my sister as she is climbing up on the three feet tall bed. She may not have a tail, but her rump is more than plump and firm enough; for me, when I am alone with her.

The sheet is a bit on the slippery side, as she is moving up and slide into place.

“Looking good!” I exclaim; in obvious excitement, licking my lips as I am ogling my sister.

“Certainly does feel good, too!” she responds, as she is lying on her back, relaxing; while she is looking up at me, where I stand by the side of our bed.

“Spread your arms wide and press your hands down; as if you were opening the door?” I suggest.

“Okay?” she responds, while the attempts to follow the suggestion; “Like this?” she then continues.

“Looks about right! If you press your fingers together, would it close the door?” I respond, as I watch her, following the instruction.

“I do not know!” she responds.

“Let me help you out!” I respond; as I climb up on the bed, after her.

“Since the bed and the plaque seems to have a connection, this should prove quite interesting!” I ponder; “Looking good, looking very good, indeed!” I mumble, as I am inspecting the right hand on the sheet of clear rubber.

“You think? Thanks!” she responds.

“One small suggestion, if you don’t mind helping you out!” I offer; as I help her spreading her legs and pull her knees up in order for her hooves to press down onto the sheet.

“If you could spread your fingers, again please; press your hooves down and press your fingers together again?” I incite her, eagerly looking forwards to the expected reaction if she did as I told her.

“Oh, okay!” she responds, as she does as I told her.

I watch her spreading her fingers, before she starts to press her hooves down; then pressing her fingers together again, firmly.

“Now, if I may?” I inquire.

“Of course!” she responds.

I grasp the right hoof and give it a tentative tug; only to find the hoof stuck in place, even despite the fact that my sister is now completely relaxed. I try to pull the left hoof up, but with exactly the same result.

“Could you lift your right and left hand, for a moment; just so I can see how this works?” I inquire.

“Let me see, let me see; no and no!” she responds, giving her right and left hand respectively a tentative tug.

“No? You can’t? Try your hooves, then?” I suggest.

“Oh, of course! No, and no; not a chance, neither my right or left hoof will budge in the least!” she responds.

“Exciting, isn’t it?” I inquire.

“Actually, yes; it is, now as you suggested it!” she responds.

“Could you try to pull your hands free, and give it your all; just to make sure, you do not just slip out by accident!” I suggest.

“Oh, okay; I guess that’s an idea, would not be fun if I just slipped out by accident!” she responds.

For a moment, I watch, as she is pulling at her right and left hands respectively, pulling harder and harder, with each attempt. Yet, with no avail; her hands staying where they are; palms down and fingers pressed tightly together. While I watch; I find myself growing wet, from the excitement induced by her actions. If it is the situation, or her action; is an open question, I could explore further, later. Yet, I still watch her in her struggle for a moment longer.

I lick my lips in excitement; not quite realizing, I am doing it.

“Excellent, just excellent!” I ponder, while I ogle my sister.

“Now, what do I do?” I ponder.

“You know, I envy you; for being in the position, and for being admired!” I admit, freely and openly; while I sit before her.

I end up, bending forwards; kissing the right hoof and licking it. I find myself, on the verge of an orgasm, right then and there. For a moment, I break off.

I bend over her left hoof, kissing it, lapping at it for a full minute, before it finally does happen.

“If you think, you will enjoy the spot; I would not mind you trying it out, for yourself!” she responds.

“I know, I know!” I giggle.

I back away, inch by inch; as she is preparing to let go. I watch her, as she is spreading her fingers and pull her hands up from the bed she is lying on top of.

She moves to the right and slip out of the bed, offering me the center stage. I accept the offer and take the place.

“For the sake of the game, would you permit me to offer you the same help, you offered me?” she inquires.

“Yes, please!” I nod in acceptance.

As I lie down on the bed, with my back firmly on the clear rubber; I feel her hands on my right and left wrist, as she helps me assuming the position.

I spread my fingers wide, opening up. I feel my hands slowly enter the membrane, in the same manner as the palm of my right hand had entered the plaque, earlier. Only this time, both my right and left hands slip in.

She spreads my lags open and pulls my knees up, making me assume the same pose I gave her earlier.

As I focus on the entering; I feel my hooves slip in as well; before my arms and body follows. At some point, half way in through the process it feels as if the membrane is flowing up and over my body and swallowing me.

Once I had entered, as far as I feel like; I press my fingers together and close firmly. It is almost, as if the membrane had turned into a suit that is covering me from my neck down. My sister can clearly see the changes in the reflections spreading out over my entire body. Even if she had neglected to let me know.

She stands before me, facing me from a foot behind the bed. Both her hooves firmly on the floor.

“I think it is time; for you to lift your right and left hands, respectively!” she points out, making the point.