Author's Note

Girl's POV

A Relapse: 7

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I am once more finding myself lying in this gurney, though it is more familiar now. I had been waking up here before.

Just like last time around, I had had this strange dream. I had one, this time, or night too. It feels, like a familiar pattern, and I am starting to get used to it. I like to recognize things, and I guess I am a bit of a sucker for familiar patterns.

This is the exact same quilt over me, the same sapphire blue and smooth silicon. The second time around; I had half by half expected it, preferring this over something new and thus unfamiliar.

Strangely enough, I have the same feeling, as I had last time around too. I feel hot and wet, as if I had had one of these wet dreams. Or, maybe it is not quite as strange as I had been expecting.

After a moment, I slip my hand up over my mound; just to confirm my expectation, only to find myself indeed being wet. With that confirmed, I am slipping my right hand out from under the quilt and folds it up towards the bed.

I slide my feet out from under the quilt, before I am sitting up; slipping out of bed, finding myself standing on my very own two feet. My body looks and feels, just as I recall it. Nothing had changed, since last time I had woken up here.

As I stand up, I am turning my attention towards the table; upon which the box, containing my gift is stored. As I open the package, I do indeed find that tube she had inserted into the orifice my belly button had been turned into.

I pick up the small item, and look at it for a moment; then I slip the tube into my belly button, just as it had been intended to be. The next moment I feel the membrane invading my belly button and extending further and further inside. I also feel my face change, as my nose is turning into an equine muzzle. I can still breathe through my nostrils, and my mouth is in the lower half of the muzzle.

A moment later, I realize that I am also sprouting a tail. Maybe this dream had never been quite as strange as it had felt, as I am experiencing it all over again. This time, it is in real life, just after I had woken up.

Of course, I feel a membrane sliding into each of my orifices; not just my mouth and my belly button, but also my vagina and my anal cavity. I initially feel the pressure building up, as the membrane is advancing inwards from the entrance.

Then I feel a stirring at the small of my back, at the very tip of my tail-bone; as I feel a tail growing, as if I had indeed been sprouting a tail. While initially did sound a bit silly or ridiculous. Once I feel the tail between my legs, it had turned into reality. Something I could no longer deny.

Furthermore, I soon realize; that I had sprouted a pair of equine ears, on the top of my head. Though I guess, this means that my original human ears should have vanished. Shouldn’t they?

“Wait?” I ponder; “These are exactly the extensions she had been granting me, the day before!” I continue.

“Had this truly been a dream, or is the image of the dream masking what my mind refuses to commit to?” I ponder.

Most of the things I had experienced, in what I initially were taking for dreams; are affecting me here and now in the waking world. If this is affecting me here and now, how could it have been a dream? I am forced, into questioning what I had believed.

“If I grab the tail, could I pull it of?” I ponder; “Or, will I feel pain; as I am yanking the tail too hard?” I continue, questioning what I had led myself to believe.

Had I been the sole culprit, in making the assumptions; or had someone else been active, in building up these assumptions? Who, and why? I do not know, and I do not even know if I care.

For now, there is something unreal enough about it all; something that makes it feel, as if it had been a dream. Even if the aspects of the dream later proved to be real. I can’t deny the experiences; when I wake up, and what I had felt and seen is real. It still lingers, as a gnawing sensation; it had all still been a dream.

As I bend over, I can clearly see the plug in my box of gifts. Only now, I realize a few items had been added. It looks; as if these are gloves and stockings. Full-length, and high-quality silicon garments. Something I may actually enjoy wearing. Then again, why not?

Since I am curious and forwards, I know my ears are perked up and pointing forwards. It is not, in how much I know about Ponies or how they behave, but what I know my personal state as it stands.

As a Pony, my tail is mainly just hanging down behind me; there are no flies to swat, in here. I guess, that is good. On the other hand, why would Mistress permit even a single fly in here, in her Dungeon? The image I had, as I encountered the lobby; is a spotless establishment, where nothing like a single fly could possibly be seen.

Now I am lifting my right hand, up to my face, slowly and carefully probing the muzzle I knew I had sprouted, just to familiarize myself with my new face. If I extract the tube, from my belly button, the muzzle would vanish; right along with all the changes, that came with the insertion of the tube. Yet, I feel more comfortable; with examining what I am looking like, and the boundaries of my face as it is now.

Once I had meticulously poked and prodded my muzzle, I continue with my ears. Small as these equine ears may be; but I am not yet quite familiar with them, or their limitations.

“Would I dare walking out, into the light of day; looking like this, unless I couldn’t revert to my old appearance, and still had to go out?” I ponder.

Of course, I am still wearing the ensemble of blue silicon; the one I had slipped into, before the Assistant had taken me back to the Dungeon the day before. At least, I am still assuming; that had been the day before. Without a clock in sight, or a watch around my wrist; I have no way of knowing the time. I can’t even see the light of day, from outside the building. I have but the light of the indoors lighting.

Unless the top and the panties had been taken off of me, while I had been out, sleeping; I am still wearing them. I don’t need to look down, or examine the status; by applying a hand, to feel if they are there.

For some reason, it seems as if the collection of items in the box keeps being added to; by someone, who is gifting me with something, each time I have been out. I can’t say I mind, but it is still a bit curious. Maybe these are included in the price for my first time here. I do not know. I guess I do not care, too much.

I had meant to ask for the plug, I had been given. The panties and top are quite convenient, and comfortable to wear. I am not about to complain, about having these. It is not; as if I had been forced to wear them, against my will either. Had I been forced; I would have been taking every chance I have, not to wear them. At least, unless I had been threatened; with some kind of punishment. Which I have not.

“It is almost, as if they knew what I had been about to ask for!” I ponder.

Since I am up and about; I have been walking around the room, small as it may be. It is not; as if I had much anything else to do, in here. I can’t just go back to bed, even if I guess I technically could have. What is the point? That is even less, of an activity.

After a few minutes of walking, the door is opened. The assistant is stepping into the room; pushing a small cart, with a selection of food on the top of it. She had apparently gathered, I should be hungry right about now.

“I took the liberty; to bring you your breakfast, and a few complimentary items for you!” she chimes, in eager excitement.

“That is the Assistant, I had come to know!” I ponder, as I am watching her pushing the cart towards my bed.

“Another gift, just for me?” I inquire; maybe just a bit too excited, over what should have been expected by now.

“Yes, a gift; a small token of my appreciation, for the honour of serving such a grateful and exciting girl!” she responds.

“What is it, what is it? I inquire; jumping up and down for several minutes, as I am clapping my hands.

“Maybe she is just a little bit too excited, but it has indeed been a joy to work for her!” the Assistant considers, now giggling slightly for a moment; “I foresee more joy, in continuing to work for her whenever she may be at the Dungeon!” she continues.

“I think you do need something to eat; after all the excitement, and exhaustion you have been enjoying!” she points out.

After a moment, I am finally focusing on the food presented to me; “Let’s see, what she had been kind enough to offer me?” I ponder.

“After such a severe exercise, I was expecting you to be ravaged by hunger!” she offers.

“I guess I have gone without food, for a bit too long; but I think it is the intense excitement, that has kept me from realizing just how hungry I am!” I offer.

“Yes, that makes sense; I have seen a few girls foregoing their meals, for that very reason!” the Assistant acknowledges; “It is something I am bound to see, when I am working here!” she then elaborates.

“I could very well imagine!” I respond; “You are bound, to experience happy, excited girls, when you are working here, at the Dungeon!” I suggest.

“Excellent, excellent; I will watch you try out the stockings as I slip the gloves in with the rest of your gift!” she points out; “Then I will slip out; so that you can enjoy your meal, without any further distractions!” she adds.

“Thank you!” I respond;”That sounds just about right!” I then add.

I accept the stockings she had prepared for me. As I look at them; I can clearly see the fine details, of these full-length toe-stockings. This seems to be the trend, here; they always add all these details, to everything. They still manage, not to go over the top; at least, that is what I see and feel. Maybe I am not the style or fashion-expert; but I can still have my own opinion, on these things.

“I hope they feel good, to wear!” she offers; “It would be good to see; that you try them on, in order to make certain they are fitting you just right!” she then adds; “These are after all your personal wear!” she concludes.

“Oh, of course!” I respond.

“These stockings do look absolutely stunning!” I offer, from the first glance of the stockings I had seen.

I slip my right foot in, and pull the stocking all the way up. The stocking is just as tight as I should have been expecting; but it is never constricting more than what I could find comfortable, either.

Once I had pulled the right stocking on, I afford it a few tentative tugs; once, twice and thrice. With the stocking on, I accept the left stocking; slipping the foot in, and pull the stocking up.

With just a few tentative tugs, I had achieved a perfect fit; finding myself standing on my own too feet once more. For a moment, I can see my legs and feet, as they look; while just covered with the material, of these wondrous stockings. The silicon is covering everything; all the way up to the crouch. I can see my now lacquered toe-nails in ruby-red.

A moment later, I notice how my legs are changing; forcing my pose and posture to adapt, accordingly. These are the equine legs I had; as my Mistress had applied the rec crop to my legs.

Naturally, I am standing on fire-ruby hooves; in the same style, as I had back then.

“This does feel surprisingly good!” I exclaim; “Just like how it felt; in the Dungeon, when Mistress was initiating me in her art of joy and excitement!” I then add.

“Oooh!” I exclaim; “Now I can walk on my own two hooves any time I please!” I continue, excitedly.

“Yes, isn’t that wondrous?” she inquires; “Even when you go home, you can take this with you; so that you can enjoy it, at will!” she offers, inciting me to go farther.
“Yes, I can take these with me; so that I can enjoy wearing them, at my own time!” I respond.

“She did indicate, that I am supposed to take these gifts with me; or that was a serious slip of the tongue, right there!” I ponder; "Though she is good at slipping her tongue into hot place!” I ponder, musing on the thought; for just a moment longer.

“Since you have slipped into the stockings; I will take my leave, so that you can enjoy your meal!” she offers.

“Thank you, I will!” I respond, as I notice her turning towards the door.

While I am looking at the food, she presented; she is already walking over to the door, opening it before she is stepping out.

There is a faint, but distinct click from the door, as she is closing it behind herself; I am once more alone, with just the food as my companion. Naturally, I am still wearing the stockings, even if I am barely even aware of them now; feeling as if I had had these equine legs with hooves, but not yet quite as if I had been born with them. Maybe this would take me, just a little bit more time; getting used to this, and acquaint myself with everything that comes with it. Including the clopping noise hooves are making as I am walking; aside from how different the joints are bending as I am moving. While I am standing up, or walking; everything is fairly normal and straightforward, but when I try to sit down I am made aware of the differences.

I am trying to make it comfortable, and slip up onto my bed, once more; facing the food, she had presented me with. It all look so delicious.

The fact that it is all comprised of vegetables never even entered my mind. I merely grab the fork in my right hand, stabbing the vegetables with care. I insert a mouth-full and chew. When my mouth is emptying, I stab another mouth-full and insert it. I chew and swallow.

By the looks of it, she knows just how much I need to eat; and first now, I realize just how hungry I had become. Though I make a conscious effort, not to gorge myself, leaving me feel stuffed a moment later. I take my time, enjoying each bit of the prepared vegetables on the plate.

Just a few minutes after I had empties my plate, there is a knock on the door; the next moment, my Mistress is entering the room. She is alone, of course.

“I see you finally got something to eat!” she points out, right to the point.

“Yes, and it was delicious!” I respond.

“Thank you, my dear!” she puts forth; “Only the best, is good enough here!” she then adds.

“That makes me want to come back here again!” I offer.

“Thank you!” she responds; “Most of my submissives say that, and they do indeed come back again!” she explains, in an uncharacteristically excited voice.

Of course she had to refer to the girls as submissives; she does hold no contract on as much as a single girl. Yet, they come back; freely and on their own terms. Each and every one, enjoying their stay here; at the Dungeon of their Mistress.

Now, I am one of them. I am going to return, shortly. I had come here, on recommendation; by someone very close to me, one whom I am trusting implicitly. It is in fact my younger sister.

“She had been right, just as I had known!” I ponder; “If and when my sister is recommending me something, I know she is right; because she never had let me down, before!” I continue.

“I will leave you to relax and recover; I just came to see, how you were doing!” she offers.

“Thank you, Mistress!” I respond.

Since I had enjoyed the meal, and the plate is empty; she is pulling the cart out of the room. She merely stops to open the door before she is stepping out, and close it before she is continuing down the hall.

“I probably do need to rest, for a moment!” I ponder; “Though I would need some more traditional work-out, like an indoors tread-mill soon!” I conclude.