The Red Crop

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I am lying in my bed. Maybe this should have come as no surprise; even if it is a gurney, like the one you wake up in, at the hospital’s recovery-ward.

Everything feels fairly normal, after the circumstances. It is, how I am feeling as I am waking up here. Nothing special, or spectacular. I have grown accustomed to it. I am expecting it, by now.

“No, there is something!” I ponder; “I had another strange dream, and it is insinuating; that something happened, the other night!” I continue.

“Wait, why am I feeling so tight?” I inquire; expecting none in particular, to answer.

My panties are still on, and so is my top. Just as I had been expecting. Why would these garments not be on. I know I had not taken the ensemble off of me, before I had gone to bed. I never do.

I am lying under the same quilt, or one just like it; in the same sleepy pose I always have as I wake up.

Mindlessly, I find my hands sliding in under my body; my rump pressing down over the palm of my hands, as I continue.

A moment later, the touch-pads of my right and left index-fingers are at the opposite corners of the rim, of my anal cavity. I feel the firm skin, under the touch-pads; as I am pressing down, tentatively.

At a certain point, I instinctively pull my hands outwards, along the smooth surface of the sheet; only to find myself dilating, and if I try to squeeze it is to no avail. As if my efforts had been two separate bodies and individuals. As if my hands belong to one girl, and my rump belongs to an entirely separate individual.

While everything feels perfectly normal, this did create a strange discontinuity; I will simply have to get used to, or ignore.

“Whoa?” I exclaim in excitement and shock over the revelation I had just had before me.

“I could indeed dilate myself!” I realize, giggling hysterically in unbridled excitement.

For now, I am leaving the dilation as is; I can’t squeeze it shut, but I don’t care enough to reverse it at this point. Maybe it is something from the dream, or how my mood is at the time.

I slip my right hand out from under the quilt, before I am folding the quilt up against the wall; slip my feet out from under the quilt, and sit up on the top of the bed. Now I slide down, only to find myself standing, on my own too hooves. Just as it had been the other night, so I don’t really find it out of the ordinary.

Once I am standing up, I turn around and fold the quilt back in order. As I have smoothed the quilt over; the bed looks as if I had never been, in the room before.

As I scan the room; everything is, exactly as I had left it the other day. Well, as far as my recollections would be trusted. The door is there, and there is no escalator in the room. Why should there be? I had no escalator in the room, the first day.

The door slides up, and the Assistant is entering the room. As she is continuing into the room, the door is sliding shut behind her. I find myself, with my back against a wall, facing her.

“Beautiful, I knew you could do it!” she coos in excitement; indicating that I had managed, to dilate my rump.

I notice a green glowing light, but thinks nothing of it. She had summoned a plug attached to the wall; right behind me, where I am currently standing.

“Let me give you a short exercise, and I shall reward you for how well you succeed!” she offers.

“Sounds like fun!” I respond, nodding in agreement.

“Just mimic my moves, and it will all be a fun little game!” she proposes.

“I like the sound, of your game!” I respond, nodding vigorously.

“Good, then we begin!” she responds; motioning how she is sealing her rump, tightly.

“Oh, oh; ooohh!” I exclaim, as I realize the plug is inside, as I am reversing the dilation I had just performed.

While I could have dilated myself now, but I am firmly stuck with my rump on the wall.

“Good, and next..” she continues; “Excellent, excellent!” she ponders; as she is motioning for how to seal my lips.

“Mhmhm!” I mumble, though sealed lips, as I had just carelessly muted myself.

“Almost there!” she coos; as she is motioning for me, to seal up my orchid.

As I mirror the motion, she is spreading her arms, lifting up her hands; spreading her fingers wide, before she is smacking her hands firmly against the wall behind herself.

“Squeak!” I hear; as my hands hit the wall, now firmly stuck a foot over my head.

“If you please, let me complete your position for you?” she inquires.

“I had trusted her up until now, so why not?” I ponder, nodding vigorously in ascent.

With that, she is bending over, grabbing my ankles; just over my hooves; pull up my hooves and spread my legs wide. A moment later, she manages to push both my hooves up against the wall.

“Squeak!” I hear; as my hooves hit the wall, now firmly stuck onto the wall.

“Time for your reward!” she offers; as she is producing, what appears to be a regular lip-liner.

She is drawing a line along the rim of my right hoof, from the inner side, all the way out to the outer corner. The hoof now securely bonded to the silicon coating the wall

As she is letting go of the right hoof, she is repeating the process with my left hoof.

“There!” she chimes.

“Since you loved it, yesterday; you are bound, to love it now!” she coos, seductively.

“Bonded, may be the better term; for your current position, though!” she then corrects herself.

Once she had put the lip-liner away, she is kneeling before me, like a Queen. I realize, that she is kissing the top of my mound, parting her lips; before her tongue is emerging, and she starts to lick the petals of my orchid.

“I am completely and utterly hers, because I freely gave myself to her. Now I can experience her feeding on me; unreserved, and without any reservations!” I realize.

While I may not be a Changeling, by any means; but I am a part of her hive, physically.

“Is this, why the wall had been made out of silicon, just as the ensemble I am wearing?” I realize.

As the line had been completed, the hoof had fused to the wall; making it an integral part of the wall, just as the wall is part of the hoof. Inseparable; unless the bond itself had been broken, or voided?

I had been introduced to the dilation, and taken to it; before I had made the leap, confirming it once and for all. I had dilated myself, before she entered, and thus she knew I had done it. To myself, nonetheless. Of course, my joy and excitement had only strengthened the effect, and as I gave myself over to her freely; to do with as she pleases, I have no idea as to just how deep it will integrate itself into me.

Now I am feeling the tips of her nails and fingers on my rump; as she is caressing me, teasing me further and further. She is even feeling the smooth seal I had created; as she had instructed and incited me, into giving myself to her.

“Oooh..” she coos, in obvious excitement; “I had not expected her to make this tight a seal; not sure I would have put it in myself, if I had tried!” she continues.

“Wait.. what?” she realizes; “Could I even break the seal, in order to dilate; if I tried to liberate her, now?” she considers.

“This is not the effect of the bond, I applied to her hooves!” she concludes.

She had finished her examination of the seal, well before she had given me the promised ten minutes, causing my first orgasm.

After a minute, I am no longer aware; of where her fingers are, or what they are doing. Likewise, my eyes had slowly closed. I keep them closed, enjoying the gift she is awarding me.

I am wet, and she is lapping away at my orchid and its petals. I feel the joy and excitement, in each and every move; as the tip of her tongue is playing the most wondrous symphony only I can ever experience. I am her instrument, and the tip of her tongue is the hands playing.

Just after the orgasm hits, she is withdrawing. She is giving me the time; to regain the equilibrium, under the constant influence of the excitement caused by the first orgasm.

As my heart-beat and breathing is calming down, she returns; and the tip of her tongue is once more touching the petals of my orchid. This, is the overture; it is going to last for an entire hour, after which I have become completely orgasmic.

She is pushing me from the orgasm, into the orgasmic state. I am finding me; in the grasp of the cycle, the loop of the continuous orgasm.

I am alive, and the orgasm is my heart. I feel its pulse throughout my entire body; as it is saturating my very soul. Only now, this time; I realize that it has spread farther than it ever had. Because I am the wall, and the wall is fused to me.

Entering the orgasmic state, is basically bushing me into a sensory overload; bushing everything out into the periphery, but it feels so good I can’t put a finger on how to word it. I guess you just have to be there, to experience it to understand?

She had left me for three hours before, each time; though now she made the point, by leaving me to simmer, for longer than that. I am not actively aware of the time, more than I had been, had I been knocked unconscious.

It is not, as if it is illegal or dangerous to stay for more than these stipulated three hours; it is just their policy standard, to keel me for three hours. It serves the purpose, and is perfectly harmless. The three hours came and went. Minutes ticking by; then the hours coming and going.

Mistress is entering the room, pulling the plug on me; a few minutes later, I am experiencing the long overdue climax. In exhaustion, I am collapsing; falling unconscious, where I am stuck onto the wall. She leaves me, as she had found me. No comment, and no reaction.

With my hands still stuck where the Assistant had placed them, my hooves fused to the wall and my rump holding on to the plug; I am fairly secure in place, even if I guess my head is drooping now. Pinned down, and spread out; I am not going anywhere, any time soon.

I had this weird dream, where I have a clock before me, constantly telling me the time. As if, there is a purpose in knowing how long I am stuck in place? Though it is telling me something, I am sound asleep. Since I don’t feel anything else, I am safe where I am.

I feel warm, hot and wet. Though something is off, even if I can’t put a finger to how or why. Other than that my hands are stuck to the wall, palms down; I am still incapable, of pointing out what is off.

The only way I can say that I had woken up, is that the clock is no longer on the wall, as I am actually opening my eyes. I shake my head, in dazzled confusion. I blink a few times, yet the clock refuses to be there. Then it all comes back to me; I never had a clock on the wall, not in this room.

I never had anything on my wall, for as long as I had been staying here. I can’t even recalling; ever having anything on the wall, let alone a clock. Now I had become the only wall-decoration in the room. Though the room had been sealed of, by Mistress herself. Since Queen Chrysalis is never on this level, it means that I am left alone.

“You need me, to cut you some slack?” I hear a voice.

As I rapidly blink several times; I see the figure beside the table, being my Assistant herself. She is holding a sharp knife in her right hand, cutting vegetables; while making an amusing impression with a wide grin on her face. Is it Pinkie Pie, or Discord himself she is trying to impersonate? I have no clue. Maybe I did not know either of them, well enough.

“Mhmhmhm!” I mumble, through sealed lips; as I am trying to wink, at her.

“If you don’t need me to cut you some slack, maybe I could tempt you with some jummy vegetables?” she inquires.

Then she is finally looking up, or making the impression of looking up; while she had known of my predicament, all along. It is after all she; who had made me stick to the wall, after she had placed me here in the first place.

“I guess she could make a tasty salad, out of the vegetables she is slicing!” I ponder, still feeling the delicious scent from her work.

“You really did pt yourself in a tight spot, there; but I hope, I could reward you for the effort on your part!” she acknowledges.

I just wink at her. Little else, I could do; in the position I had just found myself, as I am still stuck firmly onto the wall.

“By the looks of it, and the scent I am sensing from you; you have indeed stepped over, you can no longer deny it even to yourself!” she offers, as explanation on where I am.

“Oh!” I ponder, winking back at her, again.

“Should I offer you an appetizer, before I serve you the salad?” she is proposing, suggesting I could enjoy her taste.

“Sounds delicious!” I find myself considering, before I realize what I had been thinking.

She had obviously chosen this line of attack, in an attempt to tease me. I had not complained; though I guess I am at a loss of words, and other means to express myself right now. Still, she seems to have a sense for my current state of mind.

She could have broken or voided the bond holding my hooves in place, just as she could have snapped my hands off of the wall; though I am still stuck in place, and she seems unable to do anything about it. Even if she could have given me the tools, required; for me to pull myself out of this, if she had chosen to do so now.

She just refused to let on. In favour, of keeping me in place; enabling her to offer me, what she had intended to have for me.

I could do nothing, in order to stop her; though I guess, I could have given her something to remember me by. Had I not agreed, to what she is just proposing to offer me.

“While I think I know what she is offering, but what is it she is giving me?” I ponder.

Maybe, my position is not quite as awkward and inconvenient from her perspective?

I had been following her with my eyes, observing her every move; now she had finished her work, preparing my salad. She is leaving the bowl, where she stood; with the knife behind the bowl, just out of sight. From the door, at least.

She is walking up to me, stopping and standing before me; now I notice just how excited she is, where she is standing mere inches from me. I assume it is my presence, exciting her; based on her actions prior to this moment, and how she was when Mistress was instructing her to eat me.

“I need your lips parted for this, and I trust you are going to enjoy what I have to offer!” she points out; before she is applying the touch-pads of her index-fingers, breaking the seal as she is dilating my mouth to a more normal mode.

I am finding myself salivating, as I have the lubrication coating my lips. Maybe she had left residual effects of sealing my lips on purpose, or that will just take time to revert back to normal?

She lifts up her hands, pressing the palms of her hands onto the wall. From there; she is merely continuing, to climb up the wall. She stops, considering for a moment; before she is moving to correct her position, placing her mound over my face.

While I guess I had still expected a regularly looking vagina, with all the details I had been associated with the anatomical appearance of the female sex; what I am faced with is more akin to the blossom, even if not quite an orchid either.

She is wet and dripping with the thick nectar. I manage to extend my still rubbery tongue, far enough to reach her more delicate parts. The juicy nectar is thick and sweet to the taste; just as I guess I should have been expecting. If this is all there had been to it, but I am finding the taste as delicious, as I had been expecting.

While the nectar may still be sweet; I also find it rather elastic and sticky to the touch.

“I am indeed eating her!” I realize; as I continue to lap away at the nectar-coated petals of her orchid.

“Is this how she felt, as she was eating me?” I consider, as I continue to enjoy her rich taste.

I find myself drawn to continue, lapping away at her; eagerly eating her, as I lap away at each and every last drop of the nectar she is producing for me. The thick juices, of hers; evidence of how excited she is, and how she is feeling about me. Of course, she had after all presented herself to me; I had never been required to ask it of her, or tried to make her do it for me in the first place.

“Could I have refused, now; not lapping at her, and extracting the richness she is so eagerly serving me?” I ponder.

I had known the answer, all along; but now I am here, and she is offering me something I had not realized I could have enjoyed.

“Whoa?” I ponder; “This feels good!” I realize, as I continue to eat her; “She is exciting me, and I draw pleasure from eating her!” I consider.

There is a vaguely tingling sensations on my lips, as I touch her mound; though the sensation is even stronger at the tip of my tongue, to the point where I dare stretch as far as to call it pleasurable.

The longer I am continuing, the stronger the sensations become, and the stronger the urge to continue becomes. Should I consider it sexual?

She is wet, slippery; as the tip of my tongue slip over her flesh, as I continue to eat.

I can’t pull back, largely because she is the one pressing her orchid into my face; but I do not want to, as if I could never get quite enough, of what she had offered me. What she is continuously offering me, for as long as she is desiring to offer herself.

Time is passing, and I continue. She is nourishing me, as I am eating her. My pleasure, the confirmation she had been expecting and hope for. I am eagerly giving her the confirmation; as I eat, pleasing and pleasuring at my heart’s content.

As if on cue, I plunge my tongue into the tunnel; into her, her vagina. She is tight, and tightening up; yet she is wet and slippery, urging me to continue.

Initially, I push my tongue as far in as I can; only to pull back an inch or two. Never pulling out, but then pushing back. The further in I push, the tighter she is, and the further out I pull, the tighter she is again. She guides me, as I am eating her out, lapping away, at her.

While she is staying wet and slippery, I realize it is coarse beneath the slippery nectar; only stimulating me further, in her effort to keep me inside.

I am appreciating her efforts, in entertaining me; as I am feeding, and pleasured by her.

She is pacing herself, as she is pacing me; leaving me with the time, to properly appreciate it and digest what she is offering.

I still feel the juices slowly flowing down my throat, as she is slowly growing tighter and tighter over time. My tongue, slowly stretching and contracting; wearing me out, as I am growing full.

As she continues to contract around my tongue, I am continuously slowing down, slowed down by the growing friction and pressure she is putting around my tongue. In the end, she is easing up, and my tongue is slipping out; before she is pulling back and climbs down onto the floor once more.

“There, that should tend to your dietary pleasures for the time being!” she puts forth.

“Yummy, I think I could get used to this!” I respond.

“That is why I am here, to help you adapt to what we have to offer you!” she explains.

“What you offer, is delicious!” I respond.

“Your praises honours me, just as I know they are pleasing Mistress!” she points out.

“Praises, well earned; both on your part and Mistress, if I can say so myself!” I point out.

“Thank you, Miss; you most certainly may, and it pleases me to hear it!” she puts forth.

“Mistress hand-picked me as her Assistant, because she felt I was a perfect match for her; in the pursuit, of pleasing the next girl entering this Dungeon!” she then explains.

“Mistress herself, in turn; was hand-picked, to become a Mistress for this particular Dungeon. Based on her eagerness, enthusiasm and skills; all aimed at performing the task before her, as a Mistress!” she concludes.

“This may be my first Dungeon, but I do enjoy my stay immensely!” I ponder.

“Of course, you were hand-picked; for Mistress to treat you, to your initiation, here at our Dungeon!” she elaborates; “Based on the presented characteristics we had on you, at the time!” she adds.

I blink, and as I am opening my eyes once more; Mistress is standing before me, by the side of her Assistant.

“I think it is time!” Mistress pronounces.

“Yes!” the Assistant responds, in obvious awe.

“The tube, her tube!” Mistress inquires, resolutely.

“Yes!” the Assistant responds, “Right here!” she continues, as she is presenting the clear silicon item before her Mistress.

“Oh!” I mouth.

Mistress accept the item, as she is approaching me; tube in hand, she then proceeds to insert the tube into my belly button.

“There!” she concludes, as she is observing my changes taking place before them.

A moment later, my face had retained all the equine characteristics I had been given; both the muzzle and the ears. I realize, my tongue had grown considerably; in order to fill my mouth’s new length. My ears, stiffly perking up at attention.

I had once more sprouted the tail, I had once experienced; while this tube had been inserted, at an earlier event.

“On three!” Mistress proclaims; as the both of them takes position by my right and left hand, respectively.

“One, two, three!” Mistress is counting, and they simultaneously release my hand, as one.

“One small favour?” the Assistant inquires.

“Oh, yes!” Mistress responds; then they grab my legs, just above the hoof.

Once, twice, thrice; they give my hooves progressively stronger pulls. To no avail, apparently; since my hooves stay, firmly in place.

“Oh?” I ponder.

While I do feel my hooves stretch, neither hoof came even close to being pulled free; though I can concede, I could also feel the wall stretch as it was budging under their efforts. Just enough, I’d might add; for me to feel it, never anywhere close to letting go or becoming deformed.

They gave up, after the obviously futile attempt; though I guess, they never intended to pull me off of the wall in this manner. It only serves, to make a Point; aside from the effects it has on my hooves, for them to attempt to pull me free. Maybe the point, had been to further the blending of my hooves with the wall; since I had been bonded to the silicon of the wall, which in a sense mixed my essence with that of the wall already.

“Oh, oh!” I exclaim.

“Wait, but of course; that is what you need!” Mistress exclaims, as she is offering her Assistant a lip-liner.

“Thank you, Mistress; this should be a breeze, now!” she responds, as she is accepting the item.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?” Mistress suggests; “How about you extract that plug, inserted in your rump?” she continues.

“Yes, I think I could do that!” I respond, without a thought.

I reach back, placing my hands on my rump; before I slide my hands further in until I am reaching the plug, now extending the tips of my index-fingers towards the spot.

“Oh, ah!” I mouth, as I feel the edge; then promptly dilate myself all the way out, before I had even realized it.

My Assistant steps forwards, supporting me; as she is helping me down towards the floor, without smashing my face on the smooth surface.

“Now, close up; and we can continue, to free you from the wall!” Mistress puts forth.

With just a little effort, on my part; I can closing up, leaving my rump as if I had never dilated it in the first place. I reach for the floor, slowly and gently; supporting my weight, mainly on the tips of my fingers.

No squeak; as I had set down my hands, on the floor. The Assistant slowly step up towards the wall; extends her right hand, and draw the line along the outer rim of my hoof. As the tip of the pencil hits the wall, I instantly feel it; and as she is drawing a continuous line the bond is slowly letting go. Only as the line is complete, is my hoof popping free from the wall. The Assistant is repeating the process, with the same result. My left hoof soon slides down to the floor.

“There!” Mistress points out; “How does it feel now?” she then inquires.

“A bit unfamiliar, but otherwise quite good!” I respond; “Why does she imply, something should have changed?” I ponder.

Maybe I should have taken the time, to explore how it feels more; yet I had foregone that, as it did not quite feel as if there was anything to explore. Once I am standing on my own two hooves, I feel as if it had been normal to me.

The fact, that something within me had changed; had completely escaped me, as if there was no reason anything could have changed.

I had never reflected on how my ears follow them, as they speak and move before. Now, it is just normal to me. My muzzle is just a part of me, as if I had been born with it. I have a tail, but as an Equine, I don’t use it all that much now.

“Since this is complete, I will leave the two of you alone!” Mistress is informing us, as she is heading towards the door.

As she is stepping out, I am focusing on the Assistant; who is still staying with me, for a while longer. Well, just a little while longer.

“With that, out of the way; I would recommend that you enjoy the salad I had just prepared for you, a moment ago!” the Assistant points out.

“Sounds delightful!” I respond.

“Then I will leave you, to enjoy the meal!” she offers.

“Thank you, for everything!” I respond.

“You are quite welcome!” she puts forth; “It was my pleasure, to help you!” she then adds.

“I am bound to believe her, there!” I ponder, as she is stepping out of the room, and I am turning towards the salad she prepared for me.