Filly Fetish Fashion

Sweetie Belle opens the door and steps in, then I enter the room a mere step behind.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” I hear my hooves, in time with hers.

“Okay, time for the treat!” she offers.

“The Treat?” I exclaim; “I always love a treat!” I continue.

“I know, it is almost like going to the Spa!” she responds.

“I guess we could go to the Spa, seeing Aloe and Lotus some day!” I respond.

“Yes, we could; but right now, I am handling your treat!” she points out.

“By all means, please do!” I respond.

“Good, because I have been looking forwards to this!” she points out, as she is opening the doors to the second closet.

“Drip, drop; drip, drop!” she mumbles; “Just focus on how this feels!” she explains.

“Drip, drop; drip, drop!” she mumbles.

As she said Drip, I feel my hooves stick to the floor, and as she said Drop, I feel the suction letting go. Each word coming with the same reaction. I feel the change, each time.

“Drip, drop; drip, drop!” I ponder; feeling the suction coming on and of, on and off.

Slowly, I feel the effect, feeling how it comes on and of. With each time, I get a better grip of it, and I am closer to controlling it. After a few more tries, I feel the suction taking hold, then letting go. I control the suction, at least, as good as I could. If only I knew, she has a means to take the control from me.

“Hold on, to it; you will enjoy, what I have prepared for you!” she declares.

“Drip, drip, drip!” she exclaims, as she is extracting the first tube of gel.

“Membrane gel” the label reads.

Since her horn is lit, she uncaps the tube, levitating gel towards my rump, splashing it onto my flesh. I feel the gel spreading out, slowly pushing in. The clear, cool gel slipping in, further and further. For a moment, I feel the gel spreading further and further in. Though I can feel it, only so far in.

I find myself relaxed, by the contact of the gel she is applying. Little by little, I lose the control of the muscles touched by this clear gel. Just as the gel had reached, as far in as she had had in mind; I have no control of the orifice, now limp and squishy.

“Oh, oh; ooh!” I mouth, in reaction; “That does feel strange!” I continue.

“You will get used to it, soon enough; though I did take great care, applying the temporary gel!” she explains.

“Oh, okay!” I respond, trying to ignore the strange sensation and the worries that comes with it.

Temporary, in this case; means that I will revert once the suit comes off, and I will regain full control. Though it means, this will change back; if and when I put this suit back on, when I go to Sweetie Belle again.

Will I truly get used to this, I will know only if and when that does happen. For now, I trust her; I take her word, believing what she had just told me.

Since she had finished applying the gel to my anal entrance, she moves up and starts to apply it to my orchid. I feel the effect of the gel spreading out.

After a minute, I feel my mound and orchid already completely relaxed; the effect spreading all the way into my womb. Every inch, from the mound and all the way through my womb soon relaxing, to the point I have no control of the muscles around in there.

Once she had finished with my orchid, she continues to move up to my belly button. I feel the gel spreading inwards, to the innermost edge inside of my belly button.

“Uh, why?” I inquire.

“Because it is an orifice, and I can play with it!” she points out.

“How does that work?” I inquire, somewhat nervously.

“This may be a small orifice, but it does hold huge potential; if one knows how to harvest it, for the right purpose!” she points out.

“By the way, this is also the half-way point!” she explains.

With that, she starts to caress my nipples, applying the gel with deliberate care.

“That feels good, for now, at least!” I respond, as I feel the tips of her fingers caressing my nipples.

“This may be a small detail; but it is important and does feel wondrous, if I may say so myself!” she points out, giggling.

My nipples are swelling, during the process; and she does take the time, to coat the areolas as well. I have no idea, as to why; but for now, I still do enjoy the effects under her care. It is almost, as if she had indeed taken me to the Spa; and having Aloe or Lotus treating me.

“One final detail, before I can complete this step of your treatment!” she points out, as she is producing the oral tube.

“Oh, okay!” I respond.

“Open up, wide!” she instructs me, and I try my best to comply.

For just a moment, I can see the clear silicon tube; before she is inserting it, into my mouth. It is slippery and almost feels wet to the touch.

“Soft, and squishy!” I realize, as she continues to push the tube further and further down my throat.

“Almost done!” she enlightens me, just an inch from my lips.

“Oh, oh! That is strange, but it never triggered any awkward reflex!” I continue.

“How does that feel?” she inquires.

“Strange! I barely feel it, at all!” I respond; “Other than when I try to say something!” I add.

“Exactly!” she responds, distracting me with a flourish of her right hand, as she picks up the tube of gel.

With that, she starts to apply the gel to my lips, before she continues to spread the gel into my mouth. From there, she coats my tongue and continues down my throat. I feel my muscles relaxing and permits me to stretch enough, for her to reach all the way to the very edge of the newly inserted tube.

While my lips are completely relaxed, to the point I have no control of the muscles; I feel this effect slowly spreading downwards. A moment later, I have lost all control, all the way down the tube in my throat.

Since she is done with the first gel, she produces the next rube of gel.

“Plot gel” the label reads.

“Okay! This looks promising, whatever this could possibly be!” I ponder.

Once she uncapped the tube, she is applying the gel to my rump; slowly spreading it, working it in. I feel myself going stiff and hard, as the gel works its wonders. The gel, slowly turning my rump into hard rubber; leaving me tight as a drum, while still maintaining the elasticity of the membrane gel. This effect may be only an inch deep, but it reaches all the way in, to the very edge of the membrane.

She pulls the hand out, before she is starting anew; applying the gel to my orchid, spreading the effect with great care. As my orchid turns into rubber, she continues further and further in; reaching the womb and pushing all the way in. She only pulls back and finish the job, coating my mound. A moment later, my orchid is vulcanized into rubber.

“Touch it!” she instructs me.

Without a thought, I lift up my right fore-hoof and touch myself; feeling the hard rubber under-hoof.

“Drip, drop!” she pronounces; making me feel the effect of the suction grabbing hold of the rubber, that is my mound and orchid.

“Ooh, ooh!” escapes my lips; “That feels good, as strange as it may be!” I realize.

“I have your attention!” she proclaims; “Undivided!” she continues.

I just nod, unable to put words to the experience.

While I am distracted, she is applying the gel to my swelling nipples. I feel her fingers caressing the hard rubber that is what my nipples are becoming. I realize, she is exaggerating this step; just in order to distract me, from what she is about to do.

She starts to apply the gel to my lips, almost as if this had been lip-gloss. My lips, caught in the moment of an excited grin; maintaining the smile, throughout the event she had planned for me.

The gel soon starts to spread, further and further into my mouth. She coats my tongue and continues down my throat, to the very end of the tube she had inserted into my mouth.

On the way out, she is pulling my tongue out, as far as she could, only letting go a minute later. Why? How would this affect me, my tongue; after I have pulled the suit of and extracted the tube from my mouth? I have no idea.

“Mound gel” the label of the next tube reads.

I feel her fingers, as she is applying the gel onto my mound; followed by the effect, as my mound swells and droop in the direction she had in mind.

“Elastic gel” the next label reads.

As expected, the gel is spread into my belly button. She is teasing me, by stretching and pushing the entire hoof inside.

“Belly jelly” he label of the next gel reads.

She spreads the gel generously over my belly, carefully working it in and spreads its effect.

“Nipple gel” the next label reads.

Obviously this goes to cover my nipples. My nipples expand farther, as they grow longer. She certainly does not miss an opportunity to treat or tease me. The gel is enabling my nipples, to perform; everything, she could imagine them good for.

“Since you are here over the week-end, I should give you the most fun I could manage!” she points out.

“Yes, please!” I ponder, nodding ascent.

“Muzzle gel” the label of the next tube reads.

“Okay, that is obvious!” I realize; “But, why do I need a muzzle?” I continue.

While she is making the effort, to avoid my lips; she manages to coat my nose, chin and cheeks. All the skin, of the lower half of my face. In the process, she gives me the muzzle the gel had promised; only two inches long, but a muzzle nonetheless. As it turns out, my new muzzle is matching the style of the suit I am wearing. The clear gel does not alter the colour of my skin, which makes it a bit weird, to me. Though I guess, altering the hue could have been even more weird in different ways.

“How long will the muzzle remain?” I ponder.

“Equine wet lubrication” the label of the next tube reads.

“Since I am a pony, and lubrication is supposed to be wet; that does make sense, to me!” I ponder.

Once she had presented the tube for me to read, and she knows I understand what she had in mind; she starts to apply this lubricating gel to my rump. The gel is indeed lubricating my rump, and it does make me feel wet; only then I notice just how sensitive it is making me, before I realize it is also making me exceedingly excitable.

“Oooh, ooh!” I ponder, as she is spreading the gel all the way into my anal orifice.

“Little to no friction!” she points out; “Just the way we want it!” she continues, after a short pause; ”I certainly do not want you to be sore, or hurt in the process!” she concludes.

I just nod, with each statement, agreeing to what she is saying. Though I am worried, just how long is she going to play with me?

A mere moment later, while I am still considering what she had just said; she starts to apply the gel to my orchid. I feel the wetness slip further and further in, as she spreads the gel all the way to the bottom of my womb. It feels, as if she had flooded me with the highly viscous lubrication gel. I can't deny it, but can't see as much as a single drop falling to the floor between my hind legs.

“See? No smear?” she proclaims, as she had finished and extracted the hoof from inside.

She takes several minutes, lubricating my belly button. As I enjoy her tough, she makes absolutely certain the gel is coating everything; while she is teasing me, on purpose. I just could not complain, right now. Maybe she had made me feel too good, for complaints?

Once she is done with my belly button, she moves up to my now large nipples; coating them with the gel, taking her time. She really does put the effort in, to make certain; I am going to enjoy this, I had figured.

While I am still able to move around, as I please; she had made me open, to her every suggestion. How could one reject, what she is about to give me?

Of course, there is one more orifice to lubricate; my mouth is still dry, and feels left out.

She wastes little to no time, moving on, lubricating my lips. I feel the lubrication slipping in between my lips and into my mouth. The entire mouth soon coated and my tongue slippery, before the gel slides down my throat.

She gives me a moment, to enjoy the situation and reflect upon what she had already given me; before she is presenting me with the anal plug. The plug is quite large, and black matching the suit. She dips the plug in a gel intended to lubricate it.

“Clear plug-lubrication” its label reads.

“Why does the plug requite a special, individual lubrication? After all the effort, she put into lubricating my every orifice?” I ponder.

While I had been relaxing, the contact is instinctively contracting me on contact. I feel myself contract more and more, as she is pushing the plug into my anal cavity. The plug plops, with a distinct pinch; riveting itself into me, making me help it stay in place.

“There! You are perfectly and utterly incapable of climax, for as long as the plug is inside!” she enlightens me.

I sense gleeful excitement in her voice, as she declares this irrefutable fact, to me.

While this may have been the smallest plug, it is also the largest I could have taken in. It is filling me to the brim, even considering just how elastic I am with the work she had put in for me. This is but the first plug, she inserted into me, but it is giving me a hint, where she is going.

I feel her rubbing the base of the plug, with the tip of her right fore-hoof. She grabs my rump, with both her fore-hooves; standing behind me, then licking my rump and the base of the plug. Teasing me, with what she could be doing to me, and for me. Of course, this is merely a tease.

She lets go, before she presents me with the vaginal plug; dipping it into the gel, before she is inserting it. I feel my tight, stiff petals stretching; in order for me to swallow this new plug, as it is sliding inside, into my orchid. Inch by inch, it is slipping in, reminding me of the previous plug inserted.

She licks the base of the vaginal plug, making me shiver and shake. I am incapable of containing myself, or holding back as she is teasing me. This is but a brief demonstration; explaining to me, she owns me.

The short tease, leaving me excited and expecting more. While she steps back, the excitement refuses to let go.

“There! Just a tick!” she points out; “And you are incapable of shaking it of, waiting for me to continue!” she continues.

I manage to nod my head, in confirmation. She could leave me like this, for minute or an hour, the excitement will remain undiminished. Each tease, only building up my excitement a bit more.

“Drip, drip, drip; drip, drip, drip!” she mumbles, making my suction strengthen with each pronunciation of the word.

I feel the effect she is having upon me, incapable of resistance.

She is teasing me; but everything she does now, only builds up my excitement further.

As she is producing a five inch leach-plug, she is presenting it to me; slipping it into the lubrication, before she is moving it up to me. I feel the tip of the lubricated plug touch the lips of my belly button. As expected, I find myself contracting around it. Just a touch, and it is holding me in an iron-grip I can't refuse. I feel the tip of the plug slide in, inside the orifice. Inch by inch, she is slowly pushing it further and further in. The plug, slowly but undenyingly stretching me; as it is pushed, all the way in.

I feel a distinct pinch, as the plug plops and is riveted into place. She is teasing me, by pushing farther; before she is giving the plug a few tentative tugs, in order to demonstrate the point. Each tug, stretching the skin of my belly. It feels, as if my skin is the skin of a drum; just made out of highly elastic rubber.

“Ooh, oooh!” I ponder, in time with each tug she is subjecting the plug to.

As she is letting go of the plug, she produces a pair of nipple orbs. Clear, stiff silicon. As I look at the orbs, she levitates them towards my nipples, pushing them into place; before she is squeezing the orbs, producing a vacuum before she lets go of them.

“Oh, oh, oh!” I ponder, as it sinks in.

She is presenting me with a muzzle-tube, carefully slipping it in between my lips. I feel the tube slide in as I am contracting around it. Just as I am contracting, the tube is pushing out.

She giggles, amused and excited. I can but imagine; that she is loving every instant, just as much as I had enjoyed her treat. Could I deny her? Of course, this is reminding her, of when she herself had been introduced to what she is giving me now.

She puts an inch thick, three inches wide black rubber collar on my neck.

“Pet” reads the engraving on the front of the collar.

“Your right fore-hoof!” she pronounces, as she is liberating the hoof.

She is applying a clear suction-cup gel on the hoof, before she is permitting me to place the hoof onto the floor.

“Your left fore-hoof!” she pronounces, as she is liberating the hoof.

She is applying a clear suction-cup gel on the hoof, before she is permitting me to place the hoof onto the floor.

“Your right rear-hoof!” she pronounces, as she is liberating the hoof.

She is applying a clear suction-cup gel on the hoof, before she is permitting me to place the hoof onto the floor.

“Your left rear-hoof!” she pronounces, as she is liberating the hoof.

She is applying a clear suction-cup gel on the hoof, before she is permitting me to place the hoof onto the floor.

The applied gel is increasing my suction with an entire order of magnitude. I do not know, but I guess I am about to find out.

Now she is producing the Ruby hoof-polish, applying it onto my hooves in the same order as she applied the suction-cup gel. I can see her applying the polish, the same way she would have painted my nails. The polish grows glossier and glossier as it is curing. Once cured, my hooves are rock-hard and highly adamant. I can no longer feel the touch as she is finished.

She is lifting my hooves, right and left, fore and rear; applying the second coating of suction-cup gel. The suction increases, by another order in the process.

“Careful, now!” she offers, as she is placing a set of shoes before me, indicating for me to put them on.

I nod, as I step forwards; putting them on, one at the time.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” I hear the noise of my hooves as I am moving over the floor in the room.

Once I had put the shoes on, she gives my hooves a third and final coating of suction-cup gel.

She picks up the leach in her mouth and steps out of the room. Obediently, I follow her. She is closing the door behind me and continues to the flight of stairs. I follow her down the stairs and to the next flight of stairs on the other side of the cottage. She leads me up the flight of stairs and opens the door to the last room on the promenade. I follow her inside as she had opened the door, and she is closing it behind me.

The floor in this room is coated with three inch thick, clear silicon matching my hooves. Otherwise, this room is basically identical to the room I had just left. I imagine the room had been prepared for this activity.

Not only is the silicon coating thicker, than in the previous room on the other side; it is also softer and quite squishy. So long as it feels good, under-hoof; I am not about to complain, about this. Why? It does feel good to trot over the floor.

She is leading me around, in the room. After a while, I end up in the middle of the room; facing the door, standing directly under the window. Curious, but it does not bother me.

“Drip, drop!” she exclaims.

I feel the suction under-hoof grabbing hold of the floor, as she said Drip; and feel it let go, as she pronounces the word Drop. Only this time, it is much faster and stronger than it had been the first time on the other side.

“Watch this, please!” she exclaims, in obvious excitement.

She produces a new tube of gel.

“Bondage, Type I” reads the label.

“Curious, what could that possibly be fore?” I ponder.

As I watch her applying the gel onto my right fore-hoof, from the inner to the outer edge, I understand what she had in mind. As the gel touches the rim between my hoof and the floor, I can clearly see my hoof fusing to the floor; almost as if she had erased the line in a drawing.

She continues, by applying the gel to my left fore-hoof; with exactly the same effect. Then I bend my neck to follow her, as she continues with my right and left rear hooves, in turn.

Once she had applied this bondage-gel to my hooves; she takes the opportunity given to her, lapping at my vaginal plug. I feel the excitement increasing, distracting me.

“Oooh, hot!” I realize; “I certainly do love this!” I continue.

The tease only lasts for a mere moment, but the effect upon me is still irrefutable and quite strong. She clearly knows what she is doing, and enjoys doing it to me. It is not the first time she is delivering the treat, to a close friend of hers either.

Since she had slipped the bondage-gel aside, once she had trapped all my hooves on the floor; she is now producing the second tube.

“Bondage, Type II” reads the label.

She applies the second phase of the treatment, to each of my four hooves in turn. Is this why she had opted for the equine style hooves? Why she chose the full on Pony, in place of the Anthropomorphic Pony? I still do not know, and she just does not say. Not yet. Maybe later.

As she is applying the gel, I notice my hooves sinking down slightly, as the coating of the floor spread up to an inch up each hoof. Had I not been distracted by the excitement she incurred upon me, I should have been scared. Now I am just excited, expectant of what she will do to me, next.

After she had teased me, by lapping at the vaginal plug for a minute; she produces a third tube.

“Bondage, Type III” reads the label.

Hard as my hooves still are, I still can't feel the gel being applied. The third phase is pulling my hooves in farther than before, farther than I had dared to hope or even imagine. Now I can clearly see the silicon coating the entire hoof.

Is this why she chose this squishy silicon, and why she had a thicker coating? I still do not know, and she refused to say. No explanation is forthcoming. She merely direct my moves, indicating what she wants me to do; before she does, what she had intended to do all along. Maybe that is part of the excitement? Not knowing what she is about to do? Only feeling the touch, as she is applying the next treat.

This time, however; she is affording me the remainder of the ten minutes required for me to have my orgasm. It may be slow and hesitant, but it is certainly there. I could not deny it, and she knows it.

Once she had forced me to experience the first orgasm, I am feeling very hot and excited. She produces a fourth tube of gel.

“Bondage, Industrial grade” reads the label.

As she is applying this gel, I can see the silicon under-hoof slowly turning a light pink, even if it is not opaque. My hooves, now mixed in with just a little of the floor coating silicon, as well. I am truly stuck, even if I am too excited for this fact to sink in.

“Squishy gel” the label of the tube reads.

“This should be plenty of fun!” she exclaims, as she is applying a coat of the gel all over my face, from the tip of my muzzle and all the way to my hair.

“Squishy, squishy!” she proclaims, giggling all the while.

“One small detail, before I send you off!” she explains; as she is producing the final gel, for my personal benefit and joy.

“Bondage, Surgical grade” reads the label.

Once more, she is applying bondage gel, to the rims of my hooves. Right and left, fore and rear. I see the floor slowly turning opaque, and my hooves slowly mixing up with the previously clear silicon. Of course; that means that my hooves and the floor had finally fused, completely. I am now part of the room.

As my hooves had finally fused with the floor completely, she moves up to me from behind, lapping away at the plug. As she performs the magic, I am pushed from orgasm, to orgasm. As I peak, she is taking a step back; observing me, studying the effects her work is imposing upon me.

“My work here is done, I will see you in twenty-four hours!” she merely informs me.

With that, she opens the door and steps out, closing the door behind herself, before she trots off, to do what she had in mind to spend the day on. I am alone, clearly orgasmic and completely distracted from everything.

My heart pounding hard, raising; my breath hard and fast.