Filly Fetish Fashion

”She will be content, simmering in her own juices!” I ponder, remembering my very first time in the suit I am wearing.

Since I had concluded the treat, I am done here. I can do nothing for her, in her present state. Though I could make myself a cup of tea, when she is stuck in the orgasmic state, coming over and over. Of course, I will have to release her; granting her that sweet climax, eventually.

While I don't know exactly how long it is safe for her, but I had promised her the twenty-four hours. A promise is a promise, and as Pinkie Pie would have told you, one can not break a promise, it is the fastest way of losing a friend. I have no intent, losing her as my friend. Why? I love her as my friend, and I love sharing this experience with her.

I open the door; closing it behind, me as I had walked out of the room. I continue to the stairs and down the flight to the floor of the cottage.

“A cup of tea, would be quite nice!” I ponder, as I make the water boil.

I place the tea in the cup and poor water in as it had started to boil. Once the tea is prepared, I pull the leaves out of the cup. There, that should do it.

Sitting down, I levitate the cup to my lips, taking my first sip. The hot beverage is just right, lovely. I lean back and close my eyes; enjoying myself, as I take another sip of the tea.

I take my time; enjoying the tea, I had just prepared for myself. One sip at the time. Only pouring more water in the cup, watching the tea in the boiling water. Time slowly is seeping out, as I enjoy myself; sitting with my cup of tea.

“I could afford myself a cup of tea, while she is having all the fun upstairs!” I ponder, knowing just how good it is in that suit.

I am wearing my own suit, identical; made to fit me, as if painted on. Why bother with anything less? My sister knows, how to craft a suit just right.

“Rarity!”I ponder, as I see her before me; crafting yet another suit.

She really does love crafting these suits, for the joy of me smiling. Everyone love her craft, considering the effort that goes into making them. Anything, just so long as the intended owner enjoys wearing it. For another to be able to look good, beautiful and dress up smart. Anyone should be able to afford fashion, she argues. Even if she can't charge everyone the full cost of material and work put into it.

Maybe the well-to-do can finance the once who can't quite afford the dress or suit? Not my problem, of course; but it makes her happy, to see the next customer walk out wearing the smile connected to the suit she crafted.

Since I had promised my friend this week-end; I stay indoors, at my own home. No problem, I have everything I need right here. All the tea I can drink, and all the tea she could possibly drink too.

I push the chair back, before I raise to my hooves and turn towards the fridge. I open the door and extract a large bowl of vegetable, picking up a portion on my plate.

Once the plate had landed on the table, I pick up my salad-fork and return to my chair. As I sit down, I stab the vegetables and enter the fork into my mouth. Chewing.

I stab the vegetables once more, before I insert the fork into my mouth. I slowly chew on the delicious vegetables of my salad, enjoying myself royally.

Fork-full by fork-full, I continue to enjoy the meal.

My friend is busy, with her orgasms; she is not interested in the salad, even if I had offered her a plate right now. I had given her the treat, so I could afford myself a meal. I am almost jealous of her, almost; but I had promised her this; I could not turn back, and she could offer me the same another tomorrow.

I may not be the Element of Generosity, that is my sister Rarity; but she has clearly rubbed of on me, I can still enjoy to be generous towards my friends. I am even enjoying, to be generous to perfect strangers. The problem, is if the one is not worthy of my generosity.

At least, in Ponyville, these are few and very far between. Even Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon has grown up. Maybe I managed to teach them something good?

Well, there are always the once like Pinkie Pie and Ditsy Doo, always sheering you up when you need it. I guess some of us are like that. But none, like Pinkie Pie. It seems to be her life's call, being the Element of Laughter and all that. But still.

I had lost myself in thought, as I had finished the salad. Though I could afford it.

Once I had followed the thought to the end, I collected myself and rise of my hooves. Now I trot around the house. Watering a few potted plants, dusting off a few shelves. Keeping myself busy, as the time slips out.

I really do not have all that much, I need to do today. In the end, I trot back to my room and go to bed. I manage to fall asleep, quite easily. Even with this suit on.

In the morning, I slip out of bed and make the bed neatly. I could not quite stand, leaving the bed undone and messy. I trot out of the room, back to the kitchen.

Making myself breakfast; brewing tea and pouring up salad. I chew on the salad, as I sip on my tea.

I am waiting for the hours to go by. I had promised her the full twenty four hours. I will stand by the promise.

“Just one hour left!” I ponder, as I trot up the flight of stairs.

“I guess I could afford her a surprise tease!” I mumble, to myself.

Knowing my friend would not hear it, no matter how loud I had been yelling right now. She is still orgasmic, but should be feeling quite spent when I release her.

I open the door and step right into the room, closing the door behind myself as I had cleared the threshold. The squishy floor feels comfortable under-hoof as I continue into the room.

Now I produce a tube of gel, intended for this purpose; applying the clear gel along the rim of her anal plug, leaving it there for the purpose of my intended tease.

I look at her, as I watch the seconds flow by me. Second by second ticking; as I am relaxing and waiting for her, to be ready to extract. I permit a few more seconds, before I grab hold of the plug; affording it a few tentative tugs, before I slowly but certainly pull it out of her orifice. Slowly does it. Both for the tease, and for the effect.

Once the plug has slipped out of her, it loses its grip and she experiences the long overdue climax in spectacular strength. Just at the instant of climax, her previously glazed over eyes regain their former clarity as she wakes up from her orgasmic state.

Considering just how long she had been up, and how much energy it had drained from her; she collapses into an unconscious state, and her body slumps down.

As she stands unconscious; I extract the oral tube from her muzzle, the orbs from her nipples, the plug from her belly button and finally the vaginal plug. With that, she is released from the effect the plugs held over her.

Since her hooves still are fused to the floor, I can't disrobe her, or extract her from within the suit she had slipped into the day before.

I light up my horn, focusing on the spell to break the gel's effect on her hooves. As I have cast the spell; I focus on peeling back the effect of one layer of gel at the time.

I watch the floor grow clear and peel back from her hooves and finally let go of her hooves entirely.

Since she is unconscious, she is not aware of what I do. I just want to permit her to sleep in a bed, without the suit on.

I carry her over to the bed room, leaving her on the bed. Her still unconscious form is fast asleep. While I know she will not wake up, I am gentle about it not to disturb her. I want her to have the best experience, in order to give her the best effect possible from my treat.

“Should I remind her, of the treat when she wakes up?” I ponder.

While unconscious, her breathing and heart-rate is still through the roof. This had indeed been a challenging experience and exercise. Of course, I knew that from my own experience.

As she is lying on her bed, I pull her gloves off of her arms, leaving the skin bare. From there, I continue; pulling the stockings off of her and watch as her hands and feet slide out from within the black silicon. Curiously enough, her nails are red, like the ruby I had applied to her hooves.

Finally, I slip the collar off of her neck, before I pull her out of the suit; leaving her stark naked on the bed. I slip a pair of white cotton panties on, for her, pulling the panties up to a comfortable fit for her. Before I slip her in under the quilt, I choose a matching white cotton top for her. Once the top is on, she is ready for the night. Even if the sun is still high on the sky.

Before it is too late to remind her, and her body; I apply a wet lip-gloss to her lips, and re-insert the now leach-less plug into her belly button. I leave the plug in place, for now.

Since I have given her everything, I fold the rest of the quilt over her body; leaving her to rest and slumber, for as long as she needs to recuperate.

I watch her sleep, for a few minutes; before I leave her room and close the door behind me.