The Red Crop

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The girl assisting me, had just opened the door to the Dungeon; she had stepped into the room, and I had followed her inside. I quietly closed the door behind myself; before I had afforded the cramped space a second glance, expecting the Dungeon to be empty.

Of course; the room is indeed empty, just as I had been expecting. It is also the Dungeon, where I had been before. While I could not recognize it as such; I had only seen one, and I had not been conscious as I had been moved out to the recovery-room.

“If you walk into the space; behind the membrane wall, please!” she incites me, in her usual chirpy voice.

“Okay!” I echo, as I am walking further into the room.

“Face the membrane, head on, please!” she continues; “Stand in the middle of the space!” she then clarifies.

“Okay!” I respond, as I move to accommodate her suggestions further.

“There, beautiful!” she chimes, commending me for my eager compliance.

“If you spread your legs, like yesterday; then lift your hands up against the wall, spread your arms two feet apart before you spread your fingers!” she instructs me.

I start to spread my legs, now worrying about how I could possibly hold the plug in my hand. I notice, how she is sprouting a two inch thick tail that grows to a length of six feet.

She is stepping around the wall, separating the two of us; reaching for the plug, with the tip of her tail. I let her take hold of the plug for me; in favour, of being able to comply with her instructions to the letter.

As she is holding the plug, I comply; then press my hands down onto the wall before me, if yet with slight pressure.

“Continue, to apply pressure; as you lean up against the wall, please!” she instructs me; as she is walking back to her original position, from which she can observe me.

“Okay!” I respond; as I am starting to apply the pressure, onto the wall.

“She does know, just how to make me feel comfortable; so that I can partake in the moment, without any considerations!” I ponder; without realizing, just how well she is slipping anything out of the way, for me.

Each step; safe, if you forget the previous and the next one. Each change, so fluid and gradual; I do not even notice, where she is taking me. Where, she is inevitably leading me.

Once I am there, it is too late to turn back; easier to just follow the flow, and enjoy what she is offering me. Is this the changeling, in her; or is this just a natural gift, she had been born with? I do not know; because the question had never surfaced, in my mind. I had no reason, to suspect it.

I see her, holding onto my plug; it is my original plug, but I still fail to notice how she had modified it for me. Since I do not realize, that this plug had been changed and altered; I have no idea, as to how it is about to affect me. I will learn; soon enough, though.

Just as the day before, I find myself gazing into her eyes; incapable of making myself breaking eye-contact, as she is standing before me. This effect, is a natural distraction; making it harder for me, to see anything other than her face.

“Now; just a little bit harder, please!” she is inciting.

There is a distinct squeak, as the suction is taking hold of the clear wall before me; I am no longer capable of letting go, or pull either of my hands free. I just have not noticed this part just yet, or realized its significance in her scenario. Maybe I am playing into her hands; or she is just giving me, exactly what she knows I am hoping for. Even if I may not even know it, just yet.

“If you don’t mind; I think now is the right time, to show you a little trick!” she points out.

“Sounds about right!” I respond, nodding vigorously in ascent.

“That is good, but I think I should take this slow!” she responds; “You are after all new here, and I don’t want to ruin your first experience!” she explains.

“The plug, she is going to introduce the plug!” I ponder, as I am experiencing the effect of growing wet.

Maybe I should have known, the experience is an illusion; I am after all wet, under the influence of the previously used lubrication. I am after all associating the feeling of being wet, with the excitement it is stemming from. Only now, it is not just my vagina that is wet; I am experiencing the wetness, in all my orifices. It is a bit strange, and new; but I guess I could get used to it, and I am indeed excited right now.

Maybe some of the excitement is a remnant of the activities from last night, but it is also a fact; that she is indeed exciting me right here and now. Is she the sin of Lust, or the element of Excitement? Maybe both, could be fitting her. She is indeed excitable enough. Then again, I guess it is also in how I can’t take my eyes off of her in the first place. Scary as this could have been.

As she is walking around the wall, she is also stepping out of my field of vision; thus breaking eye-contact with me. She steps around the wall, and up behind me. I hear her hooves squeaking with each step over the floor.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard from her hooves, as she is stepping up behind me.

At first, she is placing her hand on my waist, in a warm embrace, grabbing hold of me, and my emotions. While she is standing behind me; all I see is her reflection in the wall before me, as she is moving the plug closer to me. She is taking the plug in a firm grip; holding the base in her right hand, as she is moving the tip towards my rump. She makes me shiver, in excitement.

As she is holding me, I can see her tail bringing the plug closer and closer towards me; to the point, where I am feeling the tip of the plug hitting the entrance.

“Ooh!” I exclaim; as I feel myself instinctively contract, upon contact.

“There, almost in!” she coos; “I know, how much you are going to love this; when I am starting to push it in, into you!” she chimes, almost as excited as I am.

“I am already loving it, and you suggest I will love it more; when the plug is entering me?” I inquire.

“Yes, of course you will!” she responds; as I feel the tip finally does enter me, from behind.

“Oh, oh, oh; Oooh!” I exclaim, as I feel the plug slowly pushing in, thus spreading me, as it is filling me up inch by inch.

“Perfect!” she merely breathes, into my right ear.

"The plug is almost all the way in now, isn’t it?” I ponder, even if I should have known, it is only about halfway in; “Just about right, but it is big!” I then continue, as the plug continues to slide into me, utterly unhindered.

While I am starting to contract more and more, the plug is easily spreading me open; in order to slip in, all the way inside. I have no control of this, but that is in a sense part of the excitement.

“That is not big, it is huge!” I ponder; “How much more of it, could she possibly expect to slip in?” I consider; as I am starting to feel the weight of the sheer size, of the plug I have being inserted, into me.

“Just a little bit more, maybe an inch or two!” she breathes, into my ear.

“More?” I ponder; “I am about to rupture!” I sigh; “But this is still feeling good, with her behind me!” I ponder.

“It may feel bigger, but it is still safer to take it slow!” she puts forth, as she is continuing to slip the plug the rest of the way in.

“Oh, oh, oh!” I exclaim.

“Ooooh!” I gasp, as I feel the plug finally plop, as it is riveting itself securely into me, with a distinct pinch.

“There, perfect!” she coos; "It is just right; to fill you up, to the brim!" she then adds.

“Yes, it has filled me up, to the brim!” I realize; "Just a little bit more, and I would have ruptured!” I ponder.

“Since you are filled up, it is time for the fun!” she merely exclaims, in excitement.

“Yes, yes, yes; of course!” I sigh, in response.

I am still feeling filled up, but I can barely feel the plug itself. The sensation of the plug is in fact fading, and fast. A moment later, I am no longer even aware of the plug being inside.

“Oh, oh; oups!” I explain; “Why can’t I feel the plug?” I inquire; “Though I am still filled up, to the brim!” I then add, almost as if it had been a mere afterthought.

“Exactly!” she coos; “That is a gift, from me to you!” she explains, as she is taking a step back and lets go of my waist.

I can see her, as she is moving to the right. She continues, to take a step forwards; before she is turning around and steps right in between me and the wall before me.

She is placing her hands on my hips and grabs a firm grip around my waist; maintaining it for a moment, before her hands slowly slides down and behind my rump.

“Oh, oh; oooh!” I sight, as it occurs to me, exactly where her hands are wondering of to.

“Ooh!” I exclaim; as the tips of her fingers finally hit the edge of the plug, embedded deep in my rump.

Just that I never really felt how the tips of her fingers crossed the boundary, between my rump and the plug itself. Just how she is now touching the base of the plug. I can feel no clear distinction; between the plug and my naked skin; for as long as the bond between me and the plug is maintained.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she merely breathes.

I merely sigh, in excitement.

Now I feel her fingers slide closer and closer to the orifice of the plug; almost as if I had forgotten, that I am already plugged.

At first, it feels as if she had been closing me; as I feel myself contract, on her cue. It is the gesture, to make me contract; whether I want to, or not.

A moment later, she is pulling the fingers outwards; making me dilate, as far as she is applying the gesture.

“Oh, oh, oh!” I sigh, as she is closing me; “Oooooohh!” I gasp, as I realize, how she is dilating me.

“How is that?” she inquires, as she is cooing in excitement.

“Unexpected!” I respond; “Though it is also surprisingly exciting; at the same time!” I continue.

“Yes, isn’t it!” she chimes.

“Could you dilate me further?” I inquire, almost as if I had been hoping so.

“That is my cue!” she coos; as she is sliding her fingers further, and further apart, to the point her fingers start sliding.

“There, how is that?” she inquires, as she is moving her tail towards my rump.

“You just left me, utterly and completely open?” I inquire; “But, but, where did the plug go?” I ponder.

“Yes, I did!” she responds.

She takes a step forwards; leans in and kiss me, as she is gazing into my eyes. With her face this close, I am about to lose myself in the depth of her eyes. I will do as she instructs me, and love doing it for her. I can’t help myself, right now.

Now she is applying the tips, of her right and left index-finger on the edge of my rump; slowly closing me up to free inches, before she is slipping her fingers in and grabbing me in a firm grip.

“Oooh!” I sigh, between my slightly parted lips, into her mouth.

With both index-fingers inside, she is maintaining the grip; pulling out, and give me a few inches worth of stretch, before she is letting go. I feel my rump pulling back, to the original position with a squeaking noise.

“I could have pulled harder, if you want me to; but it feels right, to give you a small demonstration before I go farther!” she points out.

I had felt her touching me, but with the elasticity of the rubber the plug had been crafted out of; a curious sensation, on my part.

“Yes, please!” I merely sigh.

“Since you asked me, I can let you have it!” she coos in excitement; as she is slowly starting to pull a bit harder, then harder still, for a good long several minutes.

“Just a little bit more, or a bit harder still!” I am breathing into her mouth, as she had not yet broken the kiss.

“Why do I enjoy this?” I ponder; “But it is feeling so good; I just can’t help myself, asking for more!” I conclude.

What I had not realized, is the effect she is having on me; not just by maintaining eye-contact, but the gentle passion in how she continues to agree to do this for me.

After a few more minutes, the girl slowly stops and lets go of my rump, before she is closing me tightly. I feel the effect, of the gesture she had applied to me; as my rump had closed up.

“You did not know, just how tight you are; before I told you?” she inquires.

“Yes, yes; yes, yes!” I respond.

“It is time, I slide down; so I can properly please you, in order for me to enjoy making you love what I have to offer!” she points of.

As she is sliding down towards my hips, I try my best to maintain eye-contact; but fail somewhere along the way, before she is placing her now parted lips onto the top of my mound.

I feel her hot, wet lips pressing firmly onto my mound; as she is closing her lips, around my orchid. At this point, her tongue is slipping over the petals of my orchid. I am wet, and she had known it all along; now slowly licking the petals. I am wet, hot and excited.

She continues, without break; lapping away at me, for a full ten minutes without the slightest hint of a break. Only now, she is breaking off; just as she feels the hint of my orgasm, and I come a moment later.

“Wait; I think I know what you are missing, if you just stay here for a moment!” she is promising me; as she is slipping out, from under me.

“As if I could go anywhere?” I ponder, though I am still experiencing the orgasm she had just given me for company.

A few minutes later, she is back. Only now, she is holding a package in her hands; slowly placing the package on the floor behind me.

“While blue could have been great fun, it would be sticking out a bit too much!” she points out.

With that, she is picking out an item out of the box; the item proves to be a skin-tone rubber tail, she is placing on the edge of my tail-bone. She is picking up what looks like a lip-liner, in a light pinkish hue; with which she is drawing a line along the rim of the tail. I feel the pencil, as she is drawing the line; completing the circle and the tail is bonded to the small of my back where she had placed it.

“Complimentary sub-bond” the label on the tube states.

With the tail in place, she is picking up a belly button-tube; inserting it into my belly button, before she applies a line along the border of the tube.

“Master bond” the label reads.

“When you insert the tail, it should be putting you right back into this mindset!” she is promising; even before she had completed the process, of further augmenting my form.

“Oh!” I mouth; “I think I like the sound of this!” I ponder.

“I have a few more items, for you; if you would care for these!” she offers, as she is picking up a pair of rubber Pony-ears for me.

I just nod, in confirmation; and she is placing the ears at the right and left edge of my forehead. I feel the ears stick, from the effect of a fairly weak but functional adhesive. Naturally, I realize the adhesive being formulated for human sin; with the intent of holding them in place, in wait for the actual bond being applied.

Once the ears are in place; she is extending the sub-bond along the rim of the right and left ear respectively. From now on, these are parts of my physical anatomy; even if I doubt I could hear anything with them.

“How about this?” she inquires, as she is indicating the equine muzzle she had just picked out of the box.

She had changed her appearance, in order to demonstrate how the muzzle will be appearing; once it had been applied, to my face. A very convenient and useful capability, when you like to demonstrate how something will look.

After a moment of scrutinizing and consideration; I nod my ascent of the proposed item, as a new augmentation of my face.

She recognizes the gesture, and is acting upon it. A moment later, I feel a slight pressure onto the lower half of my face; as she is pressing the muzzle onto my face, over my mouth and nose respectively. Apparently, the adhesive is not part of the muzzle. I do feel a hint of a tube touching my lips and pressing just beyond them; just as it is covering my skin, but does not directly enter my nostrils.

As I watch, she is holding the muzzle with her left hand, as she is applying the line along the rim of the muzzle. Once the line had completed the circle, the muzzle had fused completely onto my face.

“How does that feel?” she inquires; actively pushing me, towards expressing me to speak.

“She wants me to answer her, verbally!” I ponder.

“Feel?” I neigh; “I don’t even feel either the ears, or the muzzle!” I respond.

“You do not by any means feel numb, in your face?” she inquire, somewhat worried.

“No, no; not at all!” I respond; “Just that I can’t feel the muzzle pressing onto my face!” I continue.

“Do you feel this?” she inquires, as she extends her right hand, and lifts it up to my face.

The next moment I notice her extending her index-finger; before she is gently booping me, squarely on my muzzle.

I merely giggle, in response.

“Yes, I did feel that!” I respond; “But, how could I feel you touching the muzzle; you place onto my face?” I inquire.

“Because it is your face, for as long as the bond is holding!” she points out.

“Curious!” I exclaim; “It is also exciting!” I then add.

“That is always good!” she responds; “You certainly did come, to the right place!” she adds.

"Now, time for some fun!” she points out, as she is scratching me behind the ears.

The equine ears, that is; not my old, original human ears. What would have been the point, or the fun in that; she already knew they were working perfectly fine, and that I have all the control and hear perfectly fine with them.

“That was odd!” I respond, still with the new and somewhat unfamiliar voice.

“It will come to you, if it is truly you; or it will be nothing more, than a fun gimmick!” she points out.

“Since the ears have perfectly functional sensitivity; I guess that is more than I had been expecting, not even realizing that my ears had reacted upon her contact.

“This is the perfect time, for this; since I have your undivided attention, and you are excited!” she offers.

“I guess I can’t hide my excitement, from you?” I respond; “Just as you must have noticed, how I can’t look away from you!” I add, almost as an afterthought.

“Now is the time, to push that envelope; if you don’t mind, and let you enjoy the rest of the ride!” she suggests.

All of a sudden, I realize that she is standing before me; as she is placing her hands, on my waist. She is sliding her hands along the skin of my back; before I feel her hands sliding up behind my shoulders.

“Ooh, I love this!” I squeak, just before she is placing her lips squarely on mine.

As she is kissing me, I am gazing into her eyes; she is gazing into my eyes, and is slowly parting her lips. As she is parting her lips, I find myself parting my lips in turn.

“This is odd; but I can’t help, but enjoying it!” I realize, before the notion is slipping out of my mind.

While she is kissing me, I want what she is offering; she knows it and is using it, to push forth her agenda. I can’t mind this. I am not even going to remember that I had not wanted it, all along in the first place.

As she is kissing me, I feel her hands squarely on my shoulder-blades, as she is holding me in a warm, yet firm embrace. If only I could have returned the gesture, but my hands are stuck on the wall before me. There is nothing I could do about it; she knows it, but does not seem to mind in the least.

I feel the suction-cups resting lightly against my back; just as I am feeling the sensitive touch-pads, slowly rubbing the skin of my back. While she may be reinforcing my feelings towards it, but I am already enjoying the feelings she is giving me.

Maybe, just maybe; she is inciting me, to wish for further advancement of what she had already given me. The seed is already planted, and it seems to be taking root in fertile soil.

She lingers, for just a moment longer; before she is breaking of the kiss, in preparation for what she is about to do next. I may regret, that she is breaking the kiss; but even I know, I am going to enjoy what she is about to do.

With her hands still pressing against my back; she is sliding down slowly; towards my mound. As she is reaching the desired position, her hands are slowly grabbing my rump; as her lips are landing on the top of my mound. She is kissing the petals, of my orchid; as if she had been kissing me, on my lips. Though she is parting her lips, just a little bit further; and I am finding her lips encircling the petals, as the tip of her tongue is slipping out, only to touch the petals of my orchid.

“Oh, oh; Ooooh!” I sigh, as her tongue is starting to move over the petals of my orchid.

“Oh, oh; oh, oh!” I sigh, as she is continuing to stroke the petals of my orchid, with the tip of her tongue.

She continues, to warm me up; lapping away at me, teasing me and warming me up with each move of her tongue.

Little by little, I am heating up; under her warm embrace, and passionate caresses of the petals of my orchid. I am stuck, trapped; helpless, in the grip of her hands. Even if I know what she is now, it is too late to turn back. I enjoy what she is giving me, for all it is worth.

While she is eating me, I am finding my ears perking up; pointing forwards in excitement, just like an Equine is expected to.

Since she had already granted me the first orgasm; she is now pushing me further beyond the initial orgasm. She is slowly pushing me towards the orgasmic state. After just one hour, or sixty minutes; I am peaking, as I am completely orgasmic. I am trapped; locked within the cycle of the perpetual, continuous orgasm.

I think she may continue, eating me; for just a moment longer, for her very own pleasure.

In the end, she had let go of me; slipping out of the room, in order to turn towards her other duties. While I am busy, with my orgasm; I had not even noticed it.

While I guess I could have seen her, as she was walking out the door; I had closed my eyes, zooming out everything but the orgasm I am stuck in.

My ears are still locked in the forwards position; but it does not mean that I am listening to anything in the room, or beyond.