My Strongest Suit

by moviemaster8510

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Sex, Profanity, Slice of Life, Human, Anthro, Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Rainbow Dash
Length: 6494

A man possesses a very special Rainbow Dash bodysuit with which... or whom, if you prefer, he shares his deepest intamacy with.

My relationship with Rainbow Dash is a very interesting one. No, I don’t live in Equestria, and no ponies live in my home. I do, however, own a very special bodysuit made in her anthropomorphic likeness that fits me perfectly. And when I zip it up, that’s when she appears to me... or should I say around me. To say we’re close is the understatement of the century.

Partly inspired by the story “Suited Up” by tf-sential

Fetish Listing:

Gradual TF, gender TF, foodplay, bondage(?), and consensual body-puppetry

Published 2019-03-17 03:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-03-17 03:10:01 UTC

My Strongest Suit

It has to have been at least five minutes that I’ve been at it with the hairdryer. Literally every other square inch of my body is dry as a bone, and my teeth have been brushed so well that they nearly look like tic-tacs and are flossed to the point that I can take in some air in between each tooth. To be honest, the mouth thing is something she prefers while the whole dryness thing is a preference of my own.

I run my hand through my hair for the umpteenth time, and I breathe out a shuddered breath of excitement as my hair begins to feel as dry as it did when I woke up this morning. Finally packing the hairdryer away, I brush my hair off to the side with my fingers as I open my bathroom door and casually stroll stark naked through my hallway to my bedroom. My roommates wouldn’t be home until closer to midnight, so showing off my birthday suit to no one but me, myself, and I doesn’t worry me in the slightest. I open the bedroom door, and I see it lying neatly upon my bed.

The hardest part to all of this is… well, not getting hard.

Laid out, unzipped, and practically waiting for me to get in is my favorite thing in the world; something I value more than anything else outside my immediate family. Truth be told, this bodysuit on my bed has gotten some getting used to, but after a while, it had a way of sticking to me. Walking up to it, I look down at all the features I can’t wait to feel on myself again: her short, bristly blue coat, the velvety inside of the suit, her silky technicolor mane and tail that feels almost liquid to the touch, the wings prodding into my back, her soft, pliable ears…

I’ve waited long enough.

Stepping onto my bed, I walk onto the center of the inside-back and gently sit my bare ass right down above where the bases of her wings are. I wiggle my legs in and maneuver my feet and toes in to fill the suit’s own toes and feet, which feel as though they were modeled after mine. I pinch the ankles and pull the fabric so the suit is now taut against my soles and heels. I give my toes a waving waggle from outside to in. I can’t help but giggle, they look and feel like my own feet pretty much.

Stroking the wrinkles out from the calves and thighs, I squeeze myself further in until the point of the crotch wraps around my own and rides up into the crack of my ass. I also made sure to wipe myself well enough to the point that any further contact with toilet paper would leave it as clean as it did when torn off the roll. Either way, I can hardly help myself, I reach behind me and run my finger into the folds. With the feel of fur mixed with my body heat, I’m already feeling my ever-hardening stiffness trying to prod myself free from the bottom of the zipper belt. I quickly grab the zipper and get it up to just below my chest.

I’m so eager, but now I have a chance to settle myself down while I finish the rest. I slip my right arm into its sleeve, tugging on the lapel to fit it on snugly. I repeat the process with the left arm, and now there’s only one last thing to before the final step. Reaching above my head, I grab a flexible hood from the back and pull it over my face until it forms around the top of my neck. I affix the firm, plastic facemask attached to it above my head so that the eyeholes are aligned. Sometimes, I like to take a look at the crudely cartoonish face in my mirror before I fully zip the suit up, just to get a little kick over how they ultimately compare, but not today.

It never does her justice…

Literally the last thing left is the last foot or so of zipper left to zip up. However, I’m still a little hard, and I find that it’s much better to be as zen as possible before the final pull up. Laying flat on my bed, I rest the palms of my fuzzy hands down and close my eyes, letting only the sounds of my deep nasal inhales fill my ears. With the surplus of oxygen filling my lungs and my blood, I feel a slight weightlessness to myself as the admittedly pleasant smoothness of the suit on nearly every part of my body begins to fade.

I break out of my meditation just enough to feel that the tightness in my groin has quickly dissipated. I take in a few more inhales just to be sure. It never stops feeling insanely fucking weird, even after how long I’ve been doing this. However, I liken it to just before the start of a long jog. Sure, it may burn and hurt a little, but it’ll still feel a little good.

Okay, fuck it. I’m ready.

With a harder exhale as my mind crosses the point of no return, I zip the zipper up all the way, closing the lapels tightly over the bottom of my hood around my neck. Don’t know why, but I always give the zipper a slight tug down just to be certain, and sure enough, it’s stuck.

She’s awake now.

Very slowly and subtly, any creases and wrinkles that I may have happened to miss begin to shrink away until it would become nearly impossible to pull the suit off of my skin. I move my hands over my chest and stomach, feeling the firm rift of the sides of the zipper and the closed teeth in between them. Just as slowly, they begin to feel softer and gummier against my fingers, the edges closing over the track and melding together like a putty, leaving no trace of a zipper as if it were never there.

I move my hand to my neck, and the fabrics of the lapels and the mask also begin to merge together until it tightens around my skin like it has with the rest of my body. With my other hand, I place a finger over where my belly button would be, feeling as the suit stretches and sinks beneath it as it begins to fill over and around the knotted flesh, giving itself its own belly button. The suit refuses to stop, and it continues to tighten itself over every inch of me as if its reading the blood pressure of my entire body.

Soon, I feel numb all over, and just as suddenly, the sensation of touch returns to me. However, I feel hundreds of individual snags all over my back and the backs of my limbs, much like tossing and turning an unshaven face upon a pillow. The fur of the suit was now my own. Her fur became mine.

The ends of my fingers and toes are also remarkably more sensitive, the suit’s hands and feet now also my own. Despite the changes to my body, I still feel incredible compression in my waist and loins. In a state of awe that will never leave me no matter how many times I see it, I watch as my stomach slims into a slim, feminine curve right before my very eyes, the muscles in my abdomen also becoming much firmer and toned. Inversely, my hips also begin to expand, my masculinity leaving me bit by bit.

The bulge in my nethers feels hot and sore as I feel it shrinking, compressing, and receding inside of my groin until there’s nothing left of my dick and balls. The burning sensation remains, but the soreness starts to fade away. I reach my hand down and begin to prod and poke into my featureless crotch, knowing its just a matter of time. Finally, a patch of hair begins to recede to leave a bare patch of bare, smooth skin that my hand refuses to stop rubbing. I want to bite my lip or pant like a dog, but my face feels frozen in a fixed expression that I cannot see.

I feel the skin then swell out like a thick, shallow bubble before it collapses down the length of the center. As my fingers follow the sinking and expanding flesh of my still-forming vagina, the lips puff up and caress my knuckles as I continue fingering my new, incredible organ. I gently twirl my thumb over the upper corner of my transformed sex as feel the clitoris forming beneath it. I just want to open my mouth as wide as I can and scream loud enough for the world to hear, but I reserve myself to shrill grunts and squeals through my frozen mouth.

I suddenly let out a cracked yelp as I throw myself onto my hand and knees. I have now gained feeling in my wings, which I shoot out to stretch after having been caught under the full weight of my back. I then feel a force push into my ass, instinctively pulling my hand out of my pussy and feeling along the crack of my ass until I find my anus, the suit having made one from my own. As I feel even that swell against the tips of my fingers, the euphoria running through my body at this moment seem to activate my tail, which flicks and trembles with the sensations running through it in waves.

I suddenly feel my toes begin to curl up on their own accord, continuing to roll and stretch to a point I know is not physically possible. Shooting up to sit on my knees and lean and reach back as I feel my feet continue to ball themselves up and thicken themselves into a pair of large, sturdy hooves. I moan as I feel a hard pull at my feet, elongating them into a more equine physique. This has never been my favorite part, but with everything that came before and everything still to come, it’s more than a fair trade.

I then feel my chest begin to tingle looking down at my flat chest and the small dark-blue man nipples that had now formed on the suit at some point. My chest begins to swell out beneath them, the nipples sinking in with larger openings as the areolas widen out. My hands rub circles over my breasts as they continue to grow larger, my wings involuntarily fluttering and twitching as I fondle these plush, luscious mounds of mine as they fill my hands.

I feel a mounting pressure on my face as the mask molds itself around it, the first noticeable sensation I feel there since zipping up. I also begin to lose autonomy of my hands and legs as I feel my eyes shut themselves closed, clenching tightly beyond my control. I feel a sharp exhale force it way out my nose, the suit now beginning to breathe for me too. Soon, my entire head experiences the tightness to numbness sensation that my body felt earlier, until…

With my sense of touch virtually slamming me in the face, my eyes shoot themselves open, my now-crystal-clear vision no longer hindered by any kind of mask as the skin on my cheeks and around my eyes slackens up. I then feel my back arch as my face finally opens its mouth to loudly gulp in as much air as it has been deprived of and sending a slight chill into my lungs.

My face was no longer wearing a mask, and my body was no longer wearing a suit. My face and body have now become hers.

My lovely Rainbow Dash.

She pants slowly and calmly, the tension in her muscles slowly melting as she gets herself used to coming into being. Though her body is her own now, I experience literally everything that she is doing save for her own thoughts inside her head, which I guess I’ve been reduced to. When I feel as though she’s settled herself down enough, she then spreads her wings out and falls back onto my bed, her head landing onto the stack of pillows I laid out behind her. Reaching out above her near my wall, she also stretches and flexes her legs hard enough to make them tremor. She seems relaxed enough now.

“Hey, RD,” Without a mouth of my own, I can’t feel myself call out her pet name, but I can hear it as though I did indeed have one.

Her lips stretch into a smile and she chuckles. It honestly feels amazing to know how good she feels hearing me inside her head. “Hey, how’s it going dude? Having fun?”

“Not quite yet,” I reply with an awkward chuckle of my own.

“Haha! That’s what I like to hear!” With her body all limbered out, she swings her legs off the side of my bed and sits on its edge, preparing to stand up on her hooves, so firm and stable. “So what’cha wanna’ do first, bud? You wanna’ watch some vids? Get something to eat from the kitchen? I’m down for whatever.”

“As a matter of fact, I actually have a surprise for you down there.”

“Oh, sweet!” Hopping her ass off my bed, she briskly walks out from my bedroom and toward the stairwell.

As liberating as it feels to walk around my own house naked from time to time, I’ll never feel as free as I do when I’m doing it through RD.

“RD?” She chirps out a hum for me to clarify. “You don’t mind… touching your ears for me, do you?”

RD smiles as she picks her hands up and cups both hands around the large, round backs of her ears, which wiggle and flop around to her touch. The feel of her cute, pony ears is one of my absolute favorites, and an erotic tingle begins to spread over her crotch as she works herself up for me.

She then lets out that raspy giggle of hers that I’d marry in a heartbeat were she real and in front of me. “You really like this, don’t you?”

The tone almost comes across as mocking, and it does feel the slightest bit shameful that me, a guy who most of the world sees as just your average normal dude, gets turned on the most when I become this sexy pegasus woman with big, floppy ears, a pair of soft, sensitive breasts, and a nice, tight… pussy. But then when I feel the way she touches herself for the both of us and lets me enjoy herself just as much as she does, I remember how fortunate I am to be so madly in love with someone who cares enough about me to love me back just as madly.

With that on my mind, I respond with and confident, “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, “me too. Now come on, I wanna’ see this surprise of mine!”

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, we go through the foyer and into the kitchen, where we are greeted with short whines and wagging tail by my roommate’s goldendoodle. RD chuckles as she squats down and firmly rubs the frizzled fur on his head, happy to see him greet her once again.

“Hey there, boy!” she playfully grunts to it as any dog-owner would. “Long time, no see, huh?”

I’ve never been a huge dog person myself, but he’s supposedly terrible around cats, so that’s that. However, I do find myself having a weird fondness for the mutt when I’m with RD. It’s nice that she has someone other than me to hang with when she’s about, and I feel an odd satisfaction and relief knowing that I can share this secret of ours with something that I know could never tell a soul anything. After a final double-handed scratching behind the ears, RD stands up and makes her way further in, ignoring the pooch trying to climb up her leg for more attention. Having not found anything out of the ordinary on the counter or stove, she makes a beeline to the fridge.

As she reaches for the right door, I wonder if I should say anything and tell her to check the freezer first, but I let her continue, knowing that part of her surprise is in the fridge. Looking in, she immediately eyes a bottle of chocolate syrup and a can of whipped cream that I’ve strategically placed on the shelf at eye-level to her. Feeling her breathe in through her pursed lips, I can feel that she’s quickly getting it, and she goes straight to the freezer door and pulls it open, spotting the tub of Neapolitan ice cream I’ve placed there just as intentionally.

“Oh, yes!” She excitedly hops up. “I’ve been hankering for a good sundae for, like, ever!”

I also got some bananas and some walnuts if you’d like to make it a–”

“Banana split?!” It’s surprising to see how excited she is for it, but it makes me feel so incredibly appreciated all the same. “Dude, you are the coolest!”

She often says this to me, either out of flippancy, or maybe she’s really sincere about it. In either case, and if I had a face for her to see, I’d be flushed red each time I’ve heard it. Now, I’ve never been the kind of person that one would consider “cool.” I don’t typically dress in trendy clothes or hang out at the types of places or with the same types of people as my roommates do. I have a very small, but very niche and very close circle of friends, but we tend to have very similar interests and tastes (at least the ones I’m comfortable sharing in public), so at that point, it sometimes feels like I’m making friends with myself.

RD on the other hand, is someone I see as the embodiment of “cool.” She’s exactly the type of person who would wear the latest trends and hang out at the hottest clubs and bars in town; the type of… person that my roommates would label a “perfect catch.” And yet, she’s genuinely into me, and she considers nerdy-ass me to be “the coolest.”

I mean, I all ever want to do is try and make her happy. She’s clearly the leader in this relationship of ours, but I truly don’t mind it. She talks, and I like to listen, does whatever suits her fancy, and I’m perfectly content enjoying the pleasures she too enjoys, and I’d like to imagine she respects the shit out of that. And sometimes, I like to treat her as I would like someone to treat me. But hey, if that’s the criteria needed to be “the coolest,” then it’s a mantle I’m honored to take up.

Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly feel a frigid pinch on her tits as she hugs the whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and a jar of maraschino cherries I nearly forgot about close to her chest. She sets them down on the counter next to the ice-cream, and the unsuspecting bunch of bananas and snack-sized baggie of walnuts set beside them that I left there. Now she just needs to find a knife to cut the bananas with, and we’ll be in business.

Reaching into the drawer where we keep our silverware, she pulls out a tableknife, a little bit of drool pooling up into her lower jaw. “Okay! Next stop, Sundaetown!”

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Minus one bite of banana and a couple of stray bits of nut, the sundae has now been reduced to a cold stew of melted ice cream, chocolate, and grenadine. As RD lays on my bed, the freezing dish resting comfortably between her breasts, she slowly scoops up the banana, nuts, and some of the sweet, frothy broth and carefully slides it past her lips and sucks her spoon dry. As I feel her chew and savor our dessert, I want nothing more in this moment than to make love to her, or in my case, have her make love to herself for me. As soon as she finishes eating, I’ll be sure to ask her.

She ladles up more from the dish, and as she lifts it up, a sly grin slides across her face. I’m suddenly more alert as I wait to see what she does. She tilts the spoon toward herself over her chest, wincing in preparation before the cream dribbles in a steady stream onto her left tit and it drains down into her cleavage.

In my head, I’m hissing in a breath, and RD clearly hears me. “RD, what the hell?”

“Sorry, dude,” she says in feign remorse, “just had a little spill is all!”

“Please,” I ashamedly beg, “I just washed my bedding last weekend!”

“Relax, I’m not going to ruin your bed!” She then places the side of her hand along her ribs as some of the excess cream runs off into them. “Just relax, dude…”

She then slowly wipes her hand along the entire surface of her boob, applying pressure to start turning herself back on. I can’t even help but gasp a little as the palm runs over her nipple, now erect from the cold.

RD, you crafty devil.

With the liquid still all over her hand and fingers, she licks up from the base of the wrist and drags her tongue over to the tip of her tongue before repeating this with the other fingers. I withhold my whimpers, trying my best not to sound like a bigger beggar than the dog. Finally, with her hand clean, she scoops her breast into her hand and pushes it up toward her face. She slowly pushes her face in, and my breaths inside her head must be audible to her now.

Sliding her tongue out just as slowly and teasingly, the tip touches the top of her tit, and I let out a squeal, exactly what she must have been waiting for. With a quick unrolling, she lays more of her tongue down and rubs a forceful lick over her nipple, cleaning herself of the spilled cream. Her breast is so tender and yet the tip is so hard, and we both feel her waist clench from the pleasure she fed to herself.

Lapping around the rest of her boob, my mind tries to move her right hand down to the burning between her legs to add to our ecstasy, but with her hands still holding the dish of melted ice cream, her cleaning is the only thing sufficing. After having gotten most of it, she pulls the dish back up to her face and with the end facing her, she tilts it up and lets the remains of our desert drain down her throat. Suddenly, she stops with several drops still left, my “breath” catches in my throat.

Are you really…?

Moving the dish back over her chest, she drains half of the rest of the cream back over her left tit, and then dumps the rest over her right, the prick and pinch of the cold now gripping onto both of her nipples. We both share a gasp of momentary discomfort as she places the now empty dish onto my bedside table. Before the cream can drain off toward her stomach, she picks her waist up so that her thighs are level with the rest of her body, letting it run back over the tops.

She pushes both boobs up toward her face, but with no pretense in teasing me or herself, she jerks her head toward the end of the ice-cream stream and licks up its length to her nipple before clamping her entire mouth over it, her thighs closing over and shutting her raging cunt tight. As she sucks and puckers, I let out a wail as she nibbles at her tit, sending shocks of pain and pleasure down her spine. When she’s clean, she opens her mouth wide, her warm saliva drools out onto her fur, letting out a sultry sigh as she does. She then begins to do the same thing to her left breast, lapping the ice cream out of her coat before sucking on her nipple while grinding it between her front teeth.

“Rainbow Dash, please!” With my body powerless inside hers, her organ is practicaly begging for relief louder and clearer than I can. “I can hardly take it anymore!”

“Wuzzuht?” With her mouth still over her tit, I can see that her torturous tendencies are not quite finished yet. “Uh cuhn hur yuh!”

“You very god-damned well can!”

“Tuhl yuh whuh, ones yuh cuhn cole done, mevee uh’ll gut urond tug uht.”

Ugh, RD, you may be the love of my life, but you can be a real bitch, you know that?

As if she heard me think this, she nibbles her tit just a little bit harder as she begins squeezing and massaging her other one. Moisture begins to seep out onto the fur of her upper thighs as her cunt aches for contact of any kind. But I know what game she’s playing, and if I want to win it any time soon, I just need to sit there and take it. I’ve never been a patient person, but patience, like money, is a luxury afforded by those who aren’t constantly having it spent, and RD was bleeding me dry of it right now.

It’s already been like twenty seconds that she’s been at this, and she hasn’t heard a peep out of me. She suddenly moves her right hand up, and just when I think my waiting is about to be rewarded, she dives her hand back down and pinches the tip of her nipple with surprising force. I’m about to hiss a breath in through my “teeth,” but my “lips” shut my “mouth,” keeping myself silent.

RD giggles an evil laugh as she moves her mouth off her breast, masking her own carnal anguish with enough aplomb to win an Oscar with. “What’s the matter, man? You don’t like me playing with my tits?”

What’s a little flattery going to hurt? “Nah… I love it!”

“Awesome, so you don’t mind a few more minutes of it then!”

I’m about to scream, and RD can practically feel it coming, ready to disappoint me into submission again, but I’m not willing to give her any more satisfaction. It’s my turn for some pleasure now.

“You think you can last that long?” I almost immediately regret it the moment I utter it.

“Ha! Watch me!”

With both tits now clean and lubed up with her saliva, she puts her hands on each one and kneads at them with fearsome ferocity. As she does this, she arches her back to let her wings flare out, which are now stiff and immobile as boards. She’s so fucking horny right now, and because of this, so am I. In arching her back though, the moisture glistening the outside of the bit of slit she exposed blows a very pleasant draft into her nethers. I let out a yelp, but to my shock so does she.

“Oh, sweet Celestia!” she whines.

I’m about to let out a similar expletive, but I may have my chance now. Perhaps this is the moment I can get her to finally open those damned floodgates.

“Had enough?!” I grunt. “Come on… you know you want to!”

RD, offended by my resilience, thrusts her waist up even more forcefully and deliberately, the wind hitting her pussy even colder now. She lets out a squeal, but with as herculean an effort as I can muster, I hold in my cry, praying that she doesn’t try another just to bust down my last-ditch defenses. RD begins to whine like I did earlier during our post-dessert event. She and I both know at this point that she’s only denying herself this at this point. I’m just her willing, subservient prisoner in all this.

She then lets out a sigh that sounds more like a roar, taking her left hand off her breast. “Screw it!”

RD pushes her hand down to her waist and slides it between her legs, soaking her palm with the juice her pussy couldn’t hold in. Digging her fingers inside, the sudden burst of sensation is about to make us cum instantly, but damn it if she was going to blow her load right now after all this time. Furiously, slipping and sliding one hand in and out of her cunt and the other practically clawing at her breast, her fingers rub against her clit fast and furiously enough to start a fire, and considering how hot and bothered she was feeling at this point, it probably wouldn’t take very long.

However, it was never going to last long at all, and the tingle the both of us have ultimately waited for is rising up deep within her loins. She lets out a low moan, one that I sympathize with with all my heart, and I let out a moan to match hers. With each new moan, both of us begin to get louder and more in synch. With one final screech up into the ceiling, an explosion of moisture splashes up onto her fingers and on the backs and palm of her hand. Then as if orgasming in reverse, her wails of long-awaited relief settle down into pants of calmness and relaxation, her hand still in her wetness as her fur is soaked and the skin beneath it prunes.

Pulling her hand out with a slightly sticky smacking sound, she firmly wipes the front and backs of her hands on both thighs before dropping it on her stomach and laying flat on my back, content with only closing her eyes and letting herself ride the sensation of her afterglow until it finally left her body. After about a minute of this, I feel like now is a good time to break the silence before she can slip further away into it.

“Uh, RD?” I try not to sound winded. “You don’t mind if I…”

RD opens her eyes and pulls her shoulders back for a stretch. “Sure, just give me a…”

Closing her eyes once again, I feel a strange tingle on her body as the feeling in her arms and legs feels like my own, the movements of her body obeying my will now. Now I have control of RD’s body, and I know exactly what I have to do now. I shift and turn myself over onto her left side, RD helping me fold her wings in for me (could never really get the hang of those).

Then with my left hand, I start my fingers at her left breast and slowly stroke across, lovingly petting her stomach. With my right hand, I pet along the outside of her ear, now able to feel it droop and rise to my touch. I then grab the right side of her waist with my left arm in the best attempt at an embrace as I can ever give her in this state. With my right hand, I hug it across her chest and begin to stroke my hand from her shoulder to the inside of her elbow. I can hear RD’s soft nostril breaths in my mind’s ear, and while I can’t quite feel her react to my aftercare, these noises of clear contentment are all I need to hear.

“This is nice…” she coos. “Thank you for this.”

“It’s… it’s our pleasure.”

I continue to lie this way in RD’s body, stroking her as I would if she were sharing my bed with me. With her tail involuntarily wagging to signal its coziness to my touch, I refuse to stop feeling myself like this until I fall too deep into sleep to continue.

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I feel my eyes come open on their own again. I also feel my body sit up without me telling it to. Looking out my bedroom window, it is remarkably darker than when I remember falling asleep.

“RD…” I pant, still a little sleepy. “What time is it?”

Getting off my bed, RD walks to my dresser where my phone is charging, and upon tapping on the screen, the display reads that it is already 9:30. I breathe out a sigh of regret.

“I’m sorry, RD,” I moan, “I didn’t mean to waste the night away.”

“What are you talking about?” she guffaws. “I had an awesome time tonight! The banana split was delish!”

“I’m… glad you liked it.” I still can’t help but feel sorry for myself. “I look forward to doing it again sometime.”

“Sounds like a date! You ready to go back?”

“I mean, I was always here. And… I really am glad you enjoyed yourself, RD.”

“Thanks, dude!”

RD slides herself to lay back on my bed, more or less the same position she was in when she woke up. She tenses her body up as she begins to transform herself back into her suit and free my body.

“Okay, get ready–”

“Wait!” She relaxes herself as I feel her frown. “Before you go, I wanna’ hear you say it again!”

“I… don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Come on, say it! Tell me I’m the coolest!”

RD giggles, almost convincing me that she just remembered my favorite words of hers to me. She then rubs both her ears, making them do their floppy jig that I almost love as much as what she’s about to say. “You are undeniably, unquestionably the coolest.”

And like that, I’m warm and fuzzy on the inside, even if I can’t feel it through her. With my final wish granted, she takes her hands off her ears and lays them by her side on my mattress. With a deep inhale, she seizes every muscle in her body up, and I feel a tingle all over.

“I love you…” I have no idea if she heard me or not, but it does not matter; I know she knows.

Rainbow Dash’s eyes shut tightly as I feel her face squeeze and her voice groan in until I feel and hear nothing at all. Just then, mobility returns to me, and slowly with it, my own body. I reach and feel at RD’s face, fur and flesh having reverted back into the hard plastic mask of the suit. With the mask still stuck to my face, all I can do now is wait and feel the rest of my transformation back take effect.

The wings scrunch back into their natural folded position until they, like the mask of my former face, turn fake and numb. I then feel my once lovely breasts, sighing forlornly as they quickly shrink back into my now flat, masculine chest. I then reach down to my pussy once more, savoring its warm, tender insides once more as I feel a pinch in my asshole with the suit removing its anus. Soon, the flesh inside my vagina eventually pushes my hand out and seals the orifice away for good, leaving me a temporary eunuch again.

Then as my longer, equine legs begin to shrink back into my human feet, the hooves begin to uncoil and separate back into my toes, allowing me to stretch and flex them for the first time in several hours. Then, I feel a soreness in my waist, my cock and testicles growing back. With them trying to swell back to their normal sizes with the skin of the suit still clinging to my once genitalia-less groin, the pull feels the tightest there, and I find it all too fantastical to not get aroused.

With my boner pushing with all its might against the hold of the suit, I grunt and moan through the searing pain as I wait for the transformation to end. Finally, I feel as the suit begins to seemingly inflate around my head, beginning the suit’s penultimate step in restoring my body. With my cheeks, followed by my forehead, lips, and then eyelids peeling off the mask, my face come free. A wave of air then travels the length of my body from the neck down, finally unsticking my body and junk from the suit, instantly leaving its insides feeling eternally sticky to smooth and velvety.

Lastly, the fabrics of the hood and the suit separate and allow the track of the zipper to rise back out from the chest and stomach. The zipper shoots itself down to the other end of the track on its own accord, the suit and myself now completely returned to normal. Yanking the mask and hood from the suit off my head, I’m free to breath air in and out my own mouth and into and out of my own lungs once again.

Looking at my suit as a pant and settle down, there are two very noticeable stains left on the thighs where RD wiped her hands of her cum and sure enough. Looking to my left hand, the sleeve also looks splotched darker and, as I move the fingers, noticeably stiffer. However, the largest stain, which still feels slimy as shit, is the crotch, my dick and balls equally as wet. Getting back off my bed and undressing myself of the suit, I look to see if I’ve made a mess anywhere else. Amazingly, everything else seems to have stayed clean, so that’s good.

Shedding myself of the suit, I step out of the leggings to walk free and naked once again. Looking to my bedside table, I see the ice-cream dish left there with the melted remains having dried up. I’ll take that down to the sink in a minute. For now, I need to get this suit washed. I should have enough time to throw it in the washer and dryer before my roommates get home. However, I still have a little more time to spend with RD before I need to do that.

Picking up the crumpled up suit off the ground, I hold it up so the front can face me, unsightly stains and all. Draping the arms and head over my shoulders, I hug the suit close to me, rubbing my hand up and down her back as I hold onto the butt of the suit and hold it against me, the already cummy groin sticking to my already cummy dick.

I rest my head against’s the back of the suit’s neck, pretending against all reason that RD is returning all the love in kind that I’m giving her.

“You’re the coolest…”

“You’re the coolest…”

“I’m the coolest…”