Lotus Changeling Spa

Chapters

A Surprise Treat: 1
Scene Rekindled: 2
One Night: 3
Week End Report: 4
A New Customer: 5
The Hive Down Below: 6

A Surprise Treat: 1

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After my regular greeting of Aloe and Lotus, I had enjoyed my time in the steam room. It had been just as relaxing as I had been expecting. Why shouldn’t it be?

As I had left the steam room; I came a cross a door, behind which a new pony was preparing to treat the next pony entering the room. Only no pony had entered the room, just yet.

“Curious..” I ponder; “but it does look as if it would be comfortable and relaxing!” I conclude.

“Maybe, just maybe; I should try it out, for myself?” I ponder; “Are you ready, to treat yet?” I inquire, as I am peaking into the fairly small room.

“Step right in; and I will be with you, in a moment!” she exclaims; maybe just a bit more excited, than called for. (Why is she so excited, over seeing me entering the room; in order for her to treat me?)

“Oh, okay!” I respond, as I step into the room.

“Squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak..” is heard; with every step I take, as I move in the room.

I notice an opaque green glow, just as the door is closing quietly behind me. She had closed the door for me, without prompting; even if I could have closed the door, by myself.

“She had invited me, in a more informal tone!” I realize, after I had entered the room.

The white floor had been coated with a clear coat of a squishy Silicone. I do appreciate the exceptional grip, my hooves have on the floor; even if the noises it makes can be a bit much, for me.

“Make yourself comfortable, Please!” she offers; as she is indicating the cushion on the pad, in the middle of the floor.

“Thank you!” I respond, as I am moving towards the indicated position.

“You are quite welcome, my dear!” she exclaims, grinning generously.

“It does look rather comfortable!” I agree; as I am looking at the cushion, she had indicated.

“Neither Aloe, nor Lotus would have permitted it into the building; had it not been!” she promptly giggles, in obvious amusement.

“That is the Aloe and Lotus, I know!” I ponder, giggling with her.

“You could as well step up..” she offers; “and make yourself comfortable, while I finish up the preparations!” she concludes.

“Okay!” I respond; as I approach the elevated cushion, and step up onto it.

“Squeak..” is heard, as I step up; “squeak, squeak!” it continues, as I slip into the comforting position.

“This smooth surface should be easy to clean and maintain, in hygienic condition!” I realize; as my belly is rubbing against the ultra-smooth Silicone surface, under me.

“Soft, slippery smooth and always ultra clean..” she points out, pointing a hoof at the surface of the cushion.

“I noticed!” I respond, with a warm smile.

“A customer favourite, among the guests here..” she points out; “not to mention, easy to maintain!” she concludes.

“I could very well imagine..” I respond, smiling; as I am looking up, noticing she is but two feet to my right.

“Yes!” she coos; “I know!” she continues; “She doesn’t have a clue, but I am still loving my job!” she ponders, with a wide grin on her face.

“Maybe, I could tempt you with a bit filing your hooves; before I start?” she inquires; “She is such a sweet delicacy!” she muses; wordlessly, under her breath.

“By all means, please do..” I respond; “A lady needs to look her best, after all; doesn’t she?” I continue.

“Yes; but of course, my dear!” she responds; producing the file.

At first glance, the file does look exactly like the once I had seen Aloe and Lotus using countless times before. Naturally, it is not one of these. I may learn the difference soon enough, but that is not important. Not right now.

“If you close your eyes, I can dim down the light a bit; for a more intimate moment, as I work the magic!” she suggests.

“Yes!” I respond, as I am closing my eyes; “That sounds good!” I continue, as I am relaxing.

Just as promised, she gently dims down the light; with just a touch, of that opaque light I had noticed as the door closed behind me. I did not pay it any mind, then; just as I pay it no mind, now either. Why? Why bother?

“If only my bed had been this comfortable..” I consider; where I lie down, waiting for her to treat me.

I hear a few squeaks, as she is moving up to my right fore-hoof; then it is quiet, as she starts filing my hoof with delicate care. I don’t feel anything. But, had I really been expecting to? Why? Though it still does feel good; to rest on the cushion she had offered me, so generously.

There is another squeak, followed by another; developing into a short series of squeaks, as she moves over to my left side. There is quiet, as she is filing my left fore-hoof. Quiet. So intimate, I could never have been expecting it.

A few more squeaks, as she moves over to stand behind me; crouching, by my right hind hoof. Quiet. She is once more filing my hoof. I can barely sense a thing. Though I do know, she is indeed filing the hoof. Just as she had promised.

There it is, again; the squeak, the squeaks indicating that she is once more moving.

Quiet. The quiet once more reclaims the room. That intimate, quiet sensation. Everything is safe, as if Celestia herself had been sitting guard. Or, maybe; a hundred Celestia. How ever that could be possible?

As she had finished filing my hooves; she steps out of the room, swapping the file for a can of lacquer and a brush. It is a crystal clear lacquer, based on the fact that it is a clear crystal base. Baby blue sapphire, to be exact.

“Hoof polish: Clear Sapphire” the label reads.

“I love this Sapphire, such a hard and adamant mineral..” she ponders; “and the smooth and glossy surface is perfect, for my purpose!” she concludes.

“Of course; I have to coat the entire hoof, without a single drop outside the surface of the hoof I am working on!” she reminds herself.

She uncaps the can, as she is standing before my right fore hoof. Now she is applying the lacquer with utmost care in a very deliberate manner. From the tip of the middle of the hoof, slowly slipping the brush down towards the edge, stopping just as the brush is touching the lower edge.

Right, left; right, left. Right, left; right, left. She continues; until she is certain, she has coated the entire surface of the hoof. The Sapphire coating the surface of my right fore hoof, with just a very thin layer.

There is a slight glow, as the magic of her lacquer is doing what it had been intended for; saturating the hoof, as it is fusing and replacing the surface of the hoof.

I hear the squeaking noises, as she is moving over to my left fore hoof. She quietly stops, before she is repeating the process all over again. As she finish working the left hoof, the process on the right hoof has concluded. The hoof is dry and hard. It is after all coated with a thin layer of Sapphire. Not a mere polish or varnish you may choose to buy at any regular Spa or Beauty Salon.

“I don’t think she would be satisfied, with the budget version..” she ponders; “Neither would I; even if she does not know or understand why I want to give her the more luxurious version, with a few more layers!” she continues.

“She did not just stop, at my left hind hoof!” I realize; as I hear the squeaks, suggesting that she is moving up to face me once more.

Just because I do not feel the brush, touching my hoof; does not mean, she is not applying the next layer of the lacquer. Even I know as much, and I am not a hooficurist.

“Curious, it is almost as if it had been intentional; to use these squeaks, to inform me where she is at any given time!” I ponder, in bemusement.

The fact that her Sapphire lacquer has no scent, does not mean it is not there. Only that I can’t sense it, or feel the scent as the can is open under my muzzle. Maybe, just maybe; I should be thankful, for this one fact? A hoof polish was never intended to smell good. Why bother adjusting the formula, with the scent in mind in the first place?

“You can open your eyes; and extend your fore hooves, for a moment!” she coos.

I extend my fore hooves, expectantly.

“Oh?” I respond; “Okay!” I continue, as I am opening my eyes and look down at my hooves.

“How does it look?” she inquires.

“Beautiful..” I respond; “Simply stunning!” I continue; “But, isn’t that just a bit glossy?” I ponder, without a word.

“Wonder, just how long the effect would last?” I consider; looking up at her, with obvious approval.

As I close my eyes, she is trotting out; swapping the lacquer, for a highly viscous hoof gel.

I hear the squeaking noises, as she is moving around in the room; stepping from one hoof to the next. There is a slight hint of the scent of rubber in my nostrils, as she is applying the gel under my right and left fore hoof. I also feel the squishy gel spreading out, under each hoof; as she is applying the clear gel under the respective hoof.

What I do not notice, is how the gel is adjusting the hoof ever so slightly in the process. While the outer surface of the hoof remains just as hard and adamant; the hoof itself is turning more and more squishy, but with a hard rubbery surface in the desired shape under the hoof.

“Could you rest your hind hooves here, please?” she offers, indicating the desired positions; gently guiding my hooves, into position.

“Okay!” I respond, as I follow her instruction; permitting her to guide my hooves, into position.

“Press your hooves down; gently, please!” she continues, and I follow the direction.

“That is actually quite comfortable!” I realize, as I feel my hooves pressing down onto the indicated spots.

There is a hint of that green glow, as she is applying the crystal clear bonding gel along the rim of each of my hind hooves. I don’t feel the gel applied, but it bonds my hooves onto the firm material I am pressing them onto on contact. Had I tried to pull my hooves back, for whatever reason; I would have failed, and quite miserably so. The hooves bonded, have fused to the material. It is, as if the individual hooves had been the same material all along; for as long as the gel is between the hoof and the material, it is resting against.

“She follows my instructions, to the letter; she is such a well-groomed mare, I can’t help but love working with her!” she ponders.

“Keep your eyes closed, and relax!” she coos, rather seductively.

“Okay!” I mumble, in response.

“Could you place your fore hooves on the rests; before you, please!” she continues; guiding my hooves, to the intended positions.

“Press your hooves down; gently, please!” she coos.

As I follow her instruction, she is applying the clear gel along the rim of my right and left fore hoof in turn; thus bonding my hooves to the solid surface, upon which I am currently resting them.

“Since you are resting, comfortably; it would be the perfect time for the make-up to be applied, wouldn’t you think?” she offers; giving me a chance to confirm, while letting me know the details she needs me to know.

I just nod.

“Good little mare!” she ponders, giggling inwardly.

As I had given my ascent; she produces the lip-balm, applying it to my upper and lower lips in turn. While I had not noticed it, she had swapped sides of the balm; separating the product, for the intended purpose she had in mind.

“Mr. Checkov’s gun; ready to go off, when I choose to let it!” she ponders.

“There, how does it feel?” she inquires, purposefully leading me off of the chance, of realizing exactly what she had just done.

“Good!” I merely respond, as I am enjoying myself.

“Based on your natural colour palette, I have chosen the perfect blue for your lips!” she informs me, letting me know she understands the colour theory perfectly.

“This metallic electric blue should be just right for her, and its highly elastic rubbery quality should fit my purpose just as perfectly!” she ponders, as she is applying the lip stick onto my lips.

She had applied the matching lip liner, before each step of the way; just as one should have been expecting, from a make-up artist.

“I will add just a hint of gloss, to your lips!” she informs me, before she continues.

I feel the moisturizing wetness of the viscous gel being applied onto my lips. She is finishing the process, by drawing a line along the outer border of my lips; this securely binding the effect onto my lips, drawing the outer border of the intended effect of her work.

“That does feel good!” I realize; “I’m certain it will look, just as good as it feels!” I conclude.

“Would you like; for me to apply your eye-shadow, while I am at it?” she inquires, in her usual cooing voice.

“Yes, please!” I respond, rather emphatically; nodding my ascent, to the proposed offer.

“Then, by all means; I will give you the eye-shadow, while you continue to keep your eyes closed and relax!” she responds.

“If she continues, in this fashion; I know, even Celestia and Luna would have been impressed!” I ponder.

She starts to apply the foundation, for the eye-shadow; from the rim of my eye-lashes, continuing further outwards. I feel the soft brush teasing my eye-lids, as she continues towards the outer limit of where she is intending to apply the eye-shadows. One soft stroke, after another.

I feel the effect thinning out towards the edge of the eye-shadows. Right and left, upper and lower.

Once she had finished applying the base for the eye-shadow, she promptly continues to apply the actual eye-shadow. It is a light electric blue, with metallic and pearl shimmer to it; fairly close to the original colour, I am commonly using. As a professional, she does have access to a wider range of more expensive products.

As she had finished applying the coloured eye-shadow, she starts to apply the final top-coating over the colour and thus effectively seals the effect of her work into place. Almost, as if it had been a tattoo; which it is not, of course.

For a moment; I feel a bright light, hitting my face. In the process, she had cured the product; almost as if it had been a gel hoof polish.

“Odd..” I ponder; “But I am certain; she knows, what she is doing!” I conclude.

“Open your eyes, please!” she coos; as she had produced a mirror, she had placed before me.

I instinctively smile, at the mirror; even before I had even opened my eyes.

“Okay!” I respond; “Oooh!” I coo; as I see the reflection of my face, in the mirror she is presenting before me.

“How does it look?” she inquires.

“Beautiful!” I respond; “Maybe, just a bit on the glossy side; but you did get the colours just right, and I love it!” I continue.

“Close your eyes..” she coos; “I have a little bit more, for you to enjoy!” she offers.

“Oh, okay!” I respond; closing my eyes, once more.

Just as I had closed my eyes, I feel light in my face. While I had not realized it, just yet; I am incapable of opening my eyes now, and not just because I am relaxing. It does feel good, though.

Now I realize, there is a brush between my legs. While I do not yet know, it is coated with a gel identical to what she had used on my lips before. Now I feel the gel coating me, first on the right, then on the left.

“Cool..” I ponder, smiling at the situation.

Now I feel a line of clear gel applied between my lips, from the right to the left; bonding my lips, thus partially fixating my smile in place. I also feel my lips being pulled together, as they contract slightly.

“Strange..” I ponder, as I realize what is happening; “but surprisingly exciting, at the same time!” I realize.

The next moment, the process is repeated; only this time, it is the lips of my vagina that is exposed to the effect.

“Distraction, and confusion has always been a great tactic of mine!” she ponders.

She is producing a can of gel, uncapping it; before she is dipping her brush into it, applying it onto my muzzle. I feel the cool, clear gel spreading out from the tip of my muzzle and outwards; as the gel is coating my entire muzzle and slowly turning my muzzle more and more elastic in the process.

“Of course, I have her exactly where I want her; she can’t leave, or even utter a protest if she had not liked where I am taking her now!” she ponders.

She had been careful, not to let on what she was doing or where she was going; keeping me eagerly expecting, what she was giving me. Just that I had no idea, as to what she is in fact actually giving me.

“This is oddly exciting..” I realize; “but I just can not put a hoof, on exactly how or why that is!” I conclude.

“I will not be able to hide, what I am doing to her for much longer!” she is pondering.

“One small detail..” she coos, as she is inserting the squeaky robber-doll plug into my belly button.

She forgot to mention, how this plug comes with the corresponding valve. It is also possible to attach a leash, onto the plug; enabling her to walk me, like a dog.

Once she had inserted the plug, she is applying the master-bond gel along the outer rim of the plug; thus bonding the plug onto me, making it an integral part of my body. Not only that, she can connect other plugs to it, by using a corresponding slave-bond.

“Please, do not try to ignore this!” she offers; generously, as she is producing an anal plug.

“This is your key, to your head-space!” she informs me.

“Head-space?” I ponder.

As the very tip of the plug is touching my rump, I find myself instinctively contracting firmly. The next moment, I feel it slipping in; making me contract more distinctly the further in the plug is. As she is pushing it in, she is opening me up wide. She is filling me up, minute by minute, as the plug slips in, inch by inch.

“Oh! Oh, oh! Ooh, ooh! Oooohh-oooohh!” I ponder; as I am realizing, just how large this plug is.

The plug just keeps sliding further and further in, spreading me wider and wider as it continues slipping into me.

Just as it is slipping over its summit, I find myself contracting and effectively pulling the plug the rest of the way in. With that; I am filled to the brim, spread wide open. I am utterly incapable of pushing it out, where it had lodged itself deep inside me.

“Dilation Aid Gel” the label reads.

“There!” she points out; “Excellent, excellent!” she exclaims, in obvious excitement.

“That should keep your thoughts, from wondering off?” she inquires.

“Uhm, uhm!” I mumble inaudibly; since I can not part my lips at this point, since she had sealed my mouth securely.

“Then it is time!” she merely points out; as she is placing what appears to be a timer, on the floor before me.

She taps the top of the timer, with her right fore hoof.

“Ten Minutes” the counter declares, as the time starts ticking down.

I hear a humming noise, as the first bolt of stimulation is hitting me on the outer surface of my still sealed orchid. As the tingling continues, I am finding myself growing excited. The excitement just keeps building up as the stimulation continues with the ticking of the clock before me.

Second by second, it marks the passing time; all the way up to the ten minutes, it had promised me.

The clock stops, and the buzzing ceases; just as the orgasm strikes, and the stimulation vanishes.

“If you don’t mind, I like to see you simmer in your own juices for a moment!” she explains.

While the stimulation may have ceased, I am still experiencing the orgasm, just as deep and intense as it had been, the instant it had struck home. Like this, the orgasm persists; staying just as intense, instant by instant. I feel the cyclic contractions, indicating the orgasm; over and over, second by second.

I am trapped, but it feels so good.

She is waiting, for what feels like forever to me; but is in fact just one hour, before she is hitting the top of the timer once more. Only this time, it is set to go for a full hour or sixty minutes.

I feel the tingling sensation once more, as the stimulation is once more driving me forwards and excitement is building up towards the designated crescendo. I find my orgasms contract harder and harder, with continuously shorter interval in between, as the seconds are ticking by.

As the excitement is building, I feel as if I had been made out of rubber; melting, as the temperature is rising.

At the sixty minute mark, the clock stops ´, and the stimulation ceases; just as I peak, finding myself completely orgasmic. In the orgasmic state, I am no longer aware of the plug inside; filling me up to the brim, as it maintains me fully open.

Since the stimulation stops all by itself, she is no longer required in the room; she had stepped out, taking my place. She is effectively impersonating me, as if I had left the room. Since she takes my place outside, no Pony is even aware of me. None is missing me; because they think I had left the spa before they close for the day.

In the orgasmic state, she had induced; I am not aware of the time passing, as if I had been nothing more than a rubber Ponnequine.

At the twenty four hour mark, she is extracting the plug inserted into my belly button; with that, the plug in my anal cavity is extracting itself and falls onto the floor behind me. I soon experience my climax, finding myself unconscious under the exhaustion she had exposed me to.

While I remain unconscious, the light aimed at my face has been turned off. Likewise, the bond holding my hooves in place had been broken. I had also been carried to a gurney, upon which I am permitted to sleep.

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Scene Rekindled

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Scene Rekindled: 2

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A Surprise Treat

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”Hi, Rarity!” she exclaims, as she is entering the room.

”Hi!” I respond.

”Well rested; after your little adventure, I take it?” she inquires, rather politely.

”Yes, thank you for asking!” I respond.

”It was quite the exhausting experience, I would imagine!” she points out.

”It certainly was, yes!” I respond.

”I can very well imagine; but if you are up to it, I could let you rekindle the experience!” she inquires.

”You could?” I inquire; ”Yes, please!” I exclaim.

”Since you have drunk your tea, I think it would be appropriate, for me to permit it now!” she points out; indicating the empty tea cup on the table, before me.

”It was quite enjoyable, even if it isn’t a blend with which I am familiar!" I respond.

”The blend is not exactly courtly renowned, but it is great for the setting of a Spa!” she explains.

”Right this way, please..” she offers; ”You are ready, and willing; so there is nothing, holding you back!” she explains.

I slip off of my seat and follow her direction back towards the cushion, upon which I had spent so many hours.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop!” I hear my hooves squeak; with each and every step, I take on my way to the cushion.

”Of course, it is the very same one; upon which I had had so much excitement, before!” I ponder; indicating the cushion, she had indicated for me to once more mount.

”Still does look, just as comfortable now; as it had, the time I had mounted the cushion!” I point out.

”The very same!” she confirms.

As I reach the cushion, I slip up onto it from behind; somehow feeling it more comfortable, this way. Maybe it is the design?

”Sleek and slippery!” I exclaim, almost as if it had been surprising me.

”White Silicon hide, easy to mount and slip off of; just as it is easy to clean, and maintain hygiene!” she merely responds.

”Oh!” I respond; as I am making myself comfortable, on top of the cushion.

She is slipping out the rear hoof rests behind me; indicating for me to press my hooves into place, guiding my hooves into proper position.

”There..” she coos; ”how does that feel?” she inquires.

”Comfortable..” I respond; ”quite relaxing, if I can say so myself?” I continue.

”Good..” she responds; ”Now, your fore hooves too; if that is acceptable for you, that is!” she coos.

”Okay!” I respond; as she is extending the hoof rests, for my fore hooves.

With little, to no effort; she is adjusting the hoof rests, to perfect alignment for me.

”If you press your hooves down, slightly; I can continue my demonstration, so you can see for yourself!” she offers.

”Okay!” I respond; ”I think I know, what will happen; but I want to see it, when I am not distracted!” I ponder; as I follow her instructions to the letter, pressing my hooves down slightly.

”Thank you, dear!” she responds, as she is producing the tube of clear hoof bond gel.

She is applying the gel along the outer rim of my hind hooves first, just as she had the day before; before she is stepping up before me, repeating the process with my fore hooves before my very eyes.

”Absolute Hoof Bond Gel” the label of the tube reads.

This time, I had been watching; as she applied the clear gel along the rim of each fore hoof. Yet, I can not say that I had felt anything; as the gel was applied to my hooves, permitting me to realize what the gel was doing. Nonetheless, the gel is doing exactly what it had been designed to do; bonding my hooves onto the surface upon which I am pressing them, ever so lightly.

”Look, please; look closer, at your hooves!” she is urging me.

”Oh, okay!” I respond, as I am looking at my hooves.

My hooves had not changed, since she had performed the hooficure. But now, I can’t quite make out; where my hooves end, and where the pad I am pressing them against begins.

”You see?” she inquires.

”Of course!” I respond.

”Now, if you don’t mind; let us try something, and see what happens?” she suggests.

”Okay!” I respond.

”Give your right fore hoof a tentative tug!” she suggests; inciting me to try, just to see how it would feel.

I tug at the hoof, tentatively: once, twice and thrice: only to find the hoof stuck in place, fused to the surface, as if it had been part of it from the very beginning. I can’t see a single reaction, on the hoof; while I do feel, how the leg is stretching and straining with each and every tug.

”Give your left fore hoof a tentative tug, please; but slightly harder, if you do not mind?” she continues.

”Okay!” I respond; looking intently at the hoof as I give it a tentative tug: once, twice and thrice.

”It does not budge!” I respond, giggling at my situation.

”Maybe, just maybe we should make it a bit more exciting; moving it up, to the next level?” she offers.

With a flip of a switch, I find my hooves moving outwards; slowly spreading my legs apart, inch by inch.

”There, that should be just about right..” she suggests; ”I hope it is still comfortable, for you!” she offers.

”It just takes something; to get used to the process of having my legs spread, in this fashion!” I respond, giggling nervously.

”I could very well imagine, it would!” she offers.

”I am feeling exposed..” I explain; ”and there is nothing I can do about it, right now!” I elaborate.

”That is natural, and a part of the process..” she explains; ”I doubt this will change the feeling of being exposed, but I hope you are prepared for the plug!” she continues.

”Can you ever be prepared, for the plug?” I respond.

”No..” she responds; "but it would not work, if you could get used to it!” she explains.

”I thought so..” I respond; ”Since I am open and exposed, you can as well go ahead and plug me up!” I suggest.

”Here goes..” she responds.

First I feel the plug slipping into my belly button. While it may be weird, it isn’t worse; than I imagine I could get used to it, over time. The process only takes a few minutes, and I feel the plug plop; as it is lodging itself firmly into place, now a full five inches inside.

”There..” she offers; ”that wasn’t so bad?” she inquires.

”No!” I respond, just as I feel my rump contracting distinctly.

I find myself dilating, as if the plug had been slipping into my anal cavity. Just as if the plug had been slipping in, inch by inch; I am spread open, as I am filled up. The process is slow and gradual; taking a full hour; just as it had, when she had in fact slipped the physical plug into my rump the very first time.

”Oh, oh - ooh, ooh - ooooh, ooooh - ooooooohh, ooooooohh!” I mouth, in response to the experience of the plug slipping into me from behind.

Just as she had instructed me the first time, I am focusing on the experience; feeling the slippery and sleek surface of the plug slipping into me, quite effortlessly. In fact; it is feeling slippery and wet, almost as if it had been lubricated before entering.

She is watching me, observing my face; as the experience is distracting me, with the sensation of being filled up and internally being stretch to my absolute limit. Naturally, it had been designed for this very purpose.

As I feel it plopping, it has made me contract fully. Just like back then, it has full control.

”I am going to seal your vagina, with the bond momentarily!” she informs me, waiting for me to respond.

Just that once the plug had plopped, I am utterly incapable of ignoring it; leaving me clearly distracted, for as long as it is inserted.

”Oh..” I respond, with a tremble; ”Okay, please do!” I conclude, with an eager nod.

”Then I will do it, just for you!” she responds.

I feel the gel being applied from the top to bottom of my orchid. The seal expands along the applied gel, and I feel myself being pulled together in the same manner as it had occurred the first time. Only now, I am partially prepared for it.

”Open your eyes, wide..” she suggests, and the light is once more directed at my face as I comply.

With the light at full intensity, I can not close my eyes, or even blink for an instant; just as I could not open my eyes, had I closed them.

”If you don’t mind, I have a pair of lenses for you to try out!” she offers, presenting me with a pair of soft ruby lenses.

”Yes, please!” I agree, with a nod to further signify my ascent.

”As you please!” she coos, as she is inserting the lenses into my eyes: right and left.

”Ooh!” I exclaim, as I feel a momentary chill in the eye, from the sub-bond gel the lens is coated with.

Once both lenses are securely in place, the light is dimmed down to nothing.

”Blink a few times, and close your eyes for a moment!” she suggests.

”Oh, okay!” I respond; blinking: once, twice and thrice.

I close my eyes for several seconds, before I open them once more. Only to blink again: once, twice and thrice.

As I once more open my eyes, she is standing before me; staring right into my eyes, then blinks once. Once her eyes are fully open, I find myself compelled to stare into her eyes. As a matter of fact, I can’t make myself look away. Now I am returning her stare, for as long as she is standing before me, looking into my eyes.

”I am wearing the master lenses, matching your slave lenses!” she explains, while still maintaining her steady and unwavering gaze into my eyes.

”Oh!” I respond.

”It means; that your eyes will be following me for as long as I am within range, wearing these lenses!” she explains.

”So that is, why I can’t look away?” I inquire.

”Yes, but of course; delicious, isn’t it?” she coos.

”It does make me feel hot..” I respond; ”being exposed and openly desired, in this manner of fashion!” I elaborate.

”Some of us, needs and desires this..” she agrees; ”and some of us, simply could not live or survive without it!” she continues.

”You do?” I inquire; ”it sounds, as if you have some very personal and intimate experience and understanding of it!” I continue.

”You caught me..” she confesses; ”Yes, I do have experience in these things!” she continues; ”it is what led me into this place, in the first place; knowing how it feels, and understanding how you feel as you expose yourself to me!” she offers.

I lick my lips, in excitement; sharing this moment, with the mare before me. Finding myself incapable of resisting the urge. Only now; it dawns upon me, my lips are slippery and wet as if coated with lubrication. Just that it is not just my lips coated with the lubricant, but my mouth and tongue as well.

”A measure, of how much you enjoyed the session I offered you; how excited you were, and how deep the orgasms were!” she explains.

”Ooh!” I exclaim, unconsciously trying to avert my gaze in surprised embarrassment; miserably failing, as I maintain a steady gaze.

”Just as I just said, before..” she coos, as she is observing the reaction; "You are perfectly incapable, of looking away or even averting your gaze!” she elaborates.

”You don’t say?” I inquire.

”Try as you might, but it is not possible..” she points out; ”but, maybe a kiss would be right, right now?” she offers.

While my gaze is fixed, she steps forwards; offering me a kiss, I am finding myself eagerly returning. I feel her slightly parted lips against mine; as I realize, I can’t help but enjoying her advances right now.

She only maintains the kiss, for but a few minutes; filling me up with heat, and the unbridled desire for more.

”That, that, that..” I stumble; ”was amazing, beyond words!” I hear myself confess, just a moment after she had broken of the kiss by taking a step back.

”Yes, wasn’t it?” she agrees.

I watch her licking her still slightly parted lips, finding it utterly irresistible; mimicking her action, perfectly.

”How about this?” she inquires, as she is stretching her tongue further out of her mouth.

I mimic her action, before I even think of it; as I watch her tongue stretching further, than I had thought her capable of stretching it.

She pulls her tongue back in, into her mouth; slowly, deliberately.

”Could you do that again, but faster?” she inquires.

I nod, but maintains the gaze into her eyes.

Since she had suggested it, I find myself enjoying it.

”Like this?” I ponder; as I repeat the action, just a bit faster.

”Yes..” she responds, nodding in approval; ”but faster?” she coos, seductively.

After a few times, she snaps the tip of my tongue; playfully pulling back, just enough for me to feel her tugging and stretching my tongue. Strangely enough, it feels electric.

She lets go, then takes a step back.

”I guess; I have been teasing you enough, for now!” she suggests.

”Oh!” I respond.

”Besides; I had something else in mind, for you now..” she fills in; ”If you don’t mind, that is!” she continues.

”Oh, yes; that, of course!” I respond.

I close my mouth, as she is producing the tube of bonding gel; eagerly awaiting, what is coming next. Knowing, exactly what she is about to do.

”You trust me?” she inquires.

”Implicitly!” I respond; knowing full well, exactly what is about to happen.

”Then; by all means, I will do this for you!” she offers; as she is drawing the line between my now closed lips, from the right to left.

I feel my lips bonding, fusing; then finally contracting as the bond is completed, as the gel covers the entire distance from the right to the left corner of my mouth.

”With the bond between your lips, your mouth is sealed shut; you can’t part your lips, for any reason whatsoever!” she points out.

”Let me add another layer, of excitement!” she offers, and I am nodding my ascent.

As I am nodding my ascent; she starts applying a clear gel, rubbing it in over my entire muzzle and an inch or so outwards. Once she had worked in the gel; she is producing a second gel bond, only to apply it from both the right and left corner of my mouth at the same time. I feel the gel spreading out from the right to the left, and from the left to the right.

Once she had applied the bond from corner to corner, both right and left; she is applying a squishy rubber gel over my muzzle, from the tip and outwards.

”There..” she exclaims; ”If you just permit me to cure this, to make it a permanent hold?” she offers.

I feel the warmth of light hitting my muzzle, just as she had suggested; making this a permanent change, I can enjoy at will. I will just have to apply the light; covering the muzzle for the duration I desire the effect, to take hold.

”Now, for one final item..” she explains; ”one enjoyable memory, for you to hold on to!” she explains.

I feel the buzz of stimulation, hitting my sealed and openly exposed orchid.

”Close your eyes, and think of what I have given you!” she coos, and I close my eyes.

I feel light bathing my face; knowing what this means, as I am focusing on the experience she is giving me.

She is a tease, to the very end; spreading my legs further, just to explore how far I can be spread in this condition. I am perfectly relaxed, as I am experiencing the stimulation she is exposing me to.

With my hind legs under myself, exposing me; I am enjoying, what she had offered me. My fore legs, spread wide apart and forwards. The cushion is slowly and soundlessly lowered down towards the floor.

As the cushion reaches the floor, she is breaking the bond, holding my hooves in place. With that; I have been liberated from the grip, the bond had had over me. I am no longer a part of the furniture in the room.

I feel the light in my face dim down to nothing, as the stimulation is ceasing half the way through. I am trapped, halfway towards that one orgasm. The room is quiet, aside from the breathing in my right ear.

”Raise to your hooves, and remember..” she coos; ”remember, remember, remember..” I hear the sound of her voice echoing in my mind.

The room is now perfectly dark and quiet. Everything is still, as I am rousing.

I gather my hooves under myself and raise up. In the process, the plug in my belly button is pulled out.

While the plug had effectively been extracted, I had neither orgasmed, or had a full hour plugged up; the plug in my rump thus remains in place for now.

First now, I realize she had unsealed me in the process; either as the plug in my belly button had been removed, or when she broke the bond holding my hooves in place.

I lick my lips in excitement, eagerly; as I recall the moment she had given me, for me to treasure for all time.

This memory is personal, intimate; something I am not sharing, with anypony. Ever.

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One Night

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One Night: 3

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Scene Rekindled

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Am I imagining things; because I think I am hearing these squeaky noises, as I move.

Every time I set down my hoof, there is a squeaking noise. Just that I can’t seem to see, anypony noticing it. Is it just that they are polite; not saying anything?

“Wait, am I?” I ponder, “Am I actually hearing these squeaks: as I am moving my legs, with each time my hooves are hitting the floor?” I ponder.

I certainly had enjoyed my treatment, quite Royally I’d might add; but if it is worth it in the end, as I have these squeaking noises following me. Stalking me.

Still, nothing is coming out of it; I may just have to get used to having the noises I am making altered, as none is actually bothered by it.

Well, I haven’t heard anyone else complaining, or even reacting to the change in the first place; maybe I am imagining things, or it is just like growing up.

If none reacts differently to me, to how I sound as I am trotting by; maybe I should just ignore it, and pretend nothing had happened? Even if I am in Ponyville, where you never know for certain.

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“She had told me to remember, to remember the moment and the feelings and sensations elicited..” I recall; “Starry-Eyes Glossy-Hooves, wasn’t that her name?” I ponder; as I am thinking back, at the visit to the Spa.

“She taught me a spell, I could use; in order to return to the position..” I ponder.

“Curious; but right now, I feel an urge to try it out..” I consider; “even if I am not sure, I can perform it, as intended!” I conclude.

I have two potentially convenient locations at my home; either all the way up in the attic, or down in the basement. I just have to lock the door, in order to ascertain that none is finding me in this state; particularly not my little sister: Sweetie Belle, or any other little filly for that matter.

It is early in the day, and I have no outstanding appointments; so it should be safe, to try the spell out. Shouldn’t it? I trust the spell does; what she had told me, it would do. With that, I leave a note; affirming that I am out for an hour, on the desk.

I take the flight of stairs down, to the basement, only making sure, I had actually locked and secured the door down to the basement before I continue further down. Once down, in the basement; I make sure, I have locked and secured the door once more.

Now I am trotting over to one of the small rooms in the back, before I enter the room and lock the door behind myself.

First now, I am focusing on the spell, she had taught me; going over the parameters, identifying the functions I want to call upon. Always go over the spell, before you use a new spell; you never know what embarrassing accidents you could step into, if you don’t.

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The First instance is inserting the plug she had inserted into my belly button, then bond it securely to the skin of the belly button. (Master Bond applied.)

The Second instance is closing and sealing my lips, thus rendering me completely mute for the duration.

The Third instance is sealing my vaginal lips; preparing me for stimulation, such as stipulated by the spell and her performance. (Turning the skin of the mound into highly elastic, coarse and grabby rubber coated with a slippery and wet lubrication.)

The Fourth instance will close my eyes, effectively rendering me blind; you will find yourself much more sensitive, when sight has been denied.

The Fifth instance is simulating the insertion of the plug bonded to the belly button plug with the slave bond upon the original establishment; before the internal wall of the anal cavity is coated with a thick layer of stiff and highly elastic Doll-Rubber (otherwise known as silicone), whereupon the orifice will be generously lubricated with a highly viscous and slippery wet gel.

The Sixth instance is applying the ten minutes of stimulation to accomplish a highly intense orgasm.

The Seventh instance will apply an hour of stimulation, after a delay of sixty minutes; accomplishing the orgasmic state for one hundred minutes.

The Eighth instance is extracting the belly button plug, thus breaking the seal and reverting the simulated anal plug insertion. (Climax achieved.)

The Ninth instance is extracting the belly button plug, thus breaking the seal and reverting the simulated anal plug insertion.

The Tenth instance is unsealing my vaginal lips.

The Eleventh instance is unsealing my lips.

The Twelfth instance is placing the experience firmly at the top of my mind, permitting me to remember the event with crystal clarity.

The Thirteenth instance is applying a three hour countdown. (At the end of this countdown, you will wake up as if you had had a full eight hours of undisturbed deep slumber.)

The fourteenth instance is archiving the event, before deleting the original log to instill the impression of the event being experienced naturally and unaltered.

The Fifteenth instance is inserting the subject into the subjective continuity from which she originated and end the spell. (Program)

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Once I had compiled the spell, editing it to comply with the idea I had for the experience I had in mind; I leave the spell to wait, for when I am ready and prepared to enjoy the experience. (A spell is basically an executable script, performing a (series of) task(s) for the spell caster)

While the room is small, as it was chosen intentionally; but I don’t want to just set this spell off, prematurely. (Just because I am impatient!)

Do I need to prepare myself, mentally; before I am casting the spell, as intended? I have no clue, but prefers to err on the side of caution; rather than finding myself in an embarrassing position, just because I had been reckless.

After a few minutes, I am ending up, standing in the middle of the room; before I lie down, with my belly touching the floor. I relax, for a moment; before I am finally initializing the spell, as I had been intending all along.

Just as I had been expecting; the plug is slipping into my belly button, plopping a moment later. (Firmly riveted into the belly button, as if it had been an orifice.)

“First instance achieved!” I realize, as the spell is taking hold of me.

This particular spell, will not permit me to cancel or abort it; before it has ran its course, causing me to experience everything it had been set up to have me experience.

As I feel my lips tighten up and seal shut, I know the second instance is taking hold; just as I am utterly certain, I can no longer make as much as a single little noise. (This is, how the spell had been built up in the first place; to prevent me from making a single noise, while the spell is running its course.)

The next moment, I can distinctly feel my vaginal lips sealing up tight, as the third instance is taking hold of me. Somehow, this is just making me even more excited. Maybe I should have been scared, but excitement is the only reaction I experience.

A moment after my vaginal lips had been sealed, I notice that my eyelids closes on me; I can no longer see, as the sight denied was to intensify the experience I am about to be exposed to.

As the fifth instance is taking hold of me; I feel the plug sliding into me from behind, filling my anal orifice up to the brim. (This just takes a while, in order to permit my body to adjust to the change!)

“I just can’t get used to, how big this plug really is; even if this should have been the third time, I had been exposed to having it inserted!” I realize, as it is stretching me taut. (Was the size of this plug adjusted, in order to make sure I can’t adjust to its size?)

While I am struggling to grapple with just how large the plug is, I find myself exposed to the stimulation, leading up to my orgasm. (The plug had effectively blocked me, from any conscious reaction on the stimulation I am exposed to; thus, the only available reaction is to accept the excitement leading up to my orgasm.

Just as I experience the orgasm, the stimulation ceases for sixty minutes; leaving me to enjoy the intense orgasm, as intense as I am able to experience it. My heart pounding, my breathing hard and fast.

Just as the stimulation returns, my legs slip out from under me; ending up spread wide, with my belly now pressing down onto the floor beneath me. In this position, I am exposed to the relentless stimulation; driving me to an orgasmic state, during the sixty minutes of stimulation implied. I remain in this state for the stipulated one hundred minutes, until the plug in my belly button is pulled out; resulting in me experiencing the climax, just before I lose consciousness due to the strain on my body and the exhaustion it is leading to.

Once I had climaxed, the tenth instance is taking hold, unsealing my vaginal lips. However; the rest of the changes to my mound and vagina remains in place, even if I am not yet aware of this. (Is this an oversight on my part, or were I leaving them in place on purpose?)

Once my vaginal lips had been unsealed, the eleventh instance is coming into effect, as my lips are unsealed.

This is when the twelfth instance is coming into effect, waiting for me to enjoy its effect on me once I wake up.

The thirteenth instance is the three hours cool-down, after which I am to wake up.

While I remain unconscious, the fourteenth instance takes hold.

As the three hours cool-down has expired, I am waking up on the floor in the room of my basement; just with my legs spread wide. I feel as if I had been sleeping for eight hours, as I am opening my eyes.

“Whoa..” I exclaim; “Oh.. Oh.. Oh..” I continue; “this was intense!” I conclude.

I just could not quite get used to, just how intense this experience really is.. but, how could I?

“Uhmm..” I put forth; “my legs..” I inquire; “where are they?” I then inquire, before I find them lying limp on the floor spread before the four winds on the floor to my right and left.

“Oh.. oh.. oh..” I breathe.

“I still want to experience this again..” I realize; “how could I not want to experience this?” I breathe.

After a moment, I am collecting myself, pulling the legs back in under myself.

With my legs finally under me, I turn around; trot over to the door, before I manage to open the door left closed behind me in order to hide where I had been.

I feel hot, the excitement still lingering; refusing to just let me go, persisting for as long as it can hold on to me.

Once I am reaching the door, up to the flight of stairs up to the ground floor; I unlock the door, before I am opening and continue up the flight of stairs.

I am temporarily halted, by the locked door before me; I unlock it and open the door; before I can finally trot up on the ground floor.

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Week End Report

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Week End Report: 4

Author's Note

Thanks to:
I came up with a few ideas, delving into the deeper lore behind this story.
I hope everyone will enjoy, where this is going.

Ps: I just realized (noticed) that this was a rather curious date to publish the chapter.
Was that a fitting date, for the specific content?

Week End Report: 4

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One Night

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Finally, I had a Pony visiting me, in the room at the Ponyville Spa. I had managed to secure a temporary employment, approved by the owners: Aloe and Lotus. (Thank our Queen for that.)

Apparently, they had an open spot as I arrived; and I had managed to express my idea favourably, explaining the service I was prepared to offer.

While a bit hesitant, at first; Rarity had accepted my offer, once I had explained that I was ready and had prepared for her treat. The treatment had gone just as well, as could have been expected.

I had found Rarity quite receptive, growing excited as the treatment progressed.

No complaints; from this lovely and lovable Mare, I’d might add. She had left me quite full, at the end of the day. I had barely managed to leave the Spa, in the state she had left me in; but I had at least managed to trot out safely, meeting up with my replacement.

Once I had made the contact, the replacement took over; pretending to be Rarity for the duration of my absence. From there, I had managed to deposit almost everything; before I returned to Ponyville, once more.

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While I was in the Hive, my presence had been noted; I would have been worried, if it hadn’t. If a drone could enter and leave, unnoticed, it was a very bad sign; an omen of what is to come, a sign of a demise close at hand. (At Hoof)

Our Queen had known, where I was; what I was doing and why, of course. Had she not known it, this would also have been a very bad sign, unfortunately.

However; it is not just my presence that had been noticed, but the large contribution I had managed to secure in the name of our Hive and Queen. Now, this feels like a very good sign. I can not complain. Why should I? A Queen rarely appreciates, or even accept complaints; in the first place.

A negative report, is one thing; but complaints, on the other hoof.

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I find myself shadowed, tailed by a Queen candidate; albeit oblivious of the fact, because I had not been told.

Maybe I had been in a hurry; thus not taking the time to be told; but I have a task, I have to return to. The mission could not accept my absence for very long, after all.

When I return, I have to tend to Rarity; since she is, where I had just left her, as I had left the Spa overnight.

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“Greetings, Aloe!” I exclaim, as I meet her as I am returning to work.

“Greetings, Starry-Eyes Glossy-Hooves!” she responds, returning my warm greetings.

“Greetings; Lotus!” I exclaim, a moment later, as I see her at the Spa.

“Greetings, Starry-Eyes Glossy-Hooves!” she responds, returning my warm greetings.

From there, I am returning to the room I had designated to the services I had promised them to render their customers.

Ponies, or otherwise; they are all welcome, deserving of the warmest reception and highest quality treats. Of course, I had known it; not as if it was to bother me, as a Changeling.

At least, I am not an Infiltrator; but a Love Harvester, the finest job a Drone like me could even hope for. Without the Harvest, the Harvesters; there is no future, for a starving Hive. I knew it, just as every last Queen. Thus, I am very proud of my position, my work.

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She had just arrived at the Spa, an hour after me; but that should be perfectly fine.

She opens the door, in the guise of a bright Cerise Unicorn with bright Yellow mane and tail.

Her Sapphire Blue eyes scans the interior of the Spa, as she steps over the floor.

“Nothing too remarkable, at first glance..” she ponders; “but it isn’t the local that drew my interest, in the first place!” she considers.

It is the service, services she had come for; not the floor she is stepping upon, but the ponies delivering the services and the ponies coming to enjoy themselves as the services were being administered.

As suggested; she had opted to start with some time to relax, in the steam room. If there were ponies there, all the better; they were literal furnaces, radiating love freely in this environment. Well, who is complaining? Free food, after all. Aside from the tid-bits of freely given information, given in the informal setting.

Ponies, mostly mares had come and gone; enjoying the warm atmosphere and the steamy heat offered by the Sisters running this Spa. (An establishment, well worth patronizing; as they provide the atmosphere any Pony and Changeling could be benefiting from!)

After a measured time, she had slipped out of the steam-room; returning to the more open hall of the Spa at large, before she is turning her attention towards me. Well, why not? I should have been expecting as much; even if I had not realized it would happen today, due to missing the cue in the state I had been in as I returned to the Hive.

“Greetings, Starry-Eyes Glossy-Hooves!” she exclaims; in the same manner as she had appeared at the spa, before she had been enjoying her time at the steam-room.

Of course, it was mimicking the manner in which the Spa Ponies: Aloe and Lotus are greeting their patrons and repeat customers.

“Greetings!” I had responded, greeting her in the same manner as she had just greeted me.

“You appear to be doing quite well for yourself; judging by your latest donation, back at our Hive!” she puts forth.

“Well, I guess you could say that..” I respond; “I do enjoy my work here, in the intimate closeness with all the Ponies; even if I only had the one customer, this far!” I quietly explain.

“This is, what Love collection should have been in the first place..” she agrees; “which is why I am here; I want to experience the treatment, you are so successful with for myself!” she explains.

“Of course..” I respond; “but it may not be the same experience, as the Pony was enjoying so much!” I ponder.

“I know, but it would still give me a deeper understanding of the ponies we are relying on, for our very survival!” she ponders.

“I do enjoy working with, and for them; so I can only assume I am particularly compatible, for the work serving these Ponies!” I supply.

“We may benefit, from broadening our Horizons; but since we are in Ponyville, the ponies is the majority of our Love Supply!” she suggests.

Since she had expressed an interest in trying out the treatment I had offered to the Pony: Rarity; I am preparing the products required, in order to provide her the requested service.

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Once I had made all the preparations; I am performing the treatment, permitting her to experience everything Rarity had been experiencing, just a few hours ago.

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What I could not have been prepared for, is the reaction or the effect it is having on me.

Even if I may, or may not know she was an upcoming Proto Queen; but this is an experience I simply could not have been prepared for, neither could she.

I had gone through the motions, as if she had just been a regular Pony; but something soon started to change, just as I had started a particular part of the treatment. (should this have been expected? I have no idea! Still, she did not react, as I had been expecting all the same)

If I had assumed she was a Pony, I would have recognized the first reaction, but not the second. I could clearly sense and pick up Love building up around her, even directed directly at me; almost as if she had been the pony the original treatment was intended for.

It isn’t, that she is a Proto Queen, but this reaction is still unexpected. What I guess I should have been expecting, even if I could not have been prepared for it; is how my original link is quietly severed, before a new link is created and thus links me to her. She is my Queen, my new queen; but still, she is my Queen all the same. I had experienced a shudder, just as the link had been redirected; but this soon subsided, as the new link is established and re-affirmed.

I had continued the treatment, as I had performed for the Pony: Rarity.

Of course, she had been quiet, from the moment I had muted her; just as I had done for Rarity, the day before. It is simply an integral part, of this treatment.

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She had left my room, once the treatment had been completed; though I had simply continued my day, almost as if nothing had happened.

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While I am oblivious of her actions; she had slipped down into the basement, where she had located an ideal spot for her new Hive. The establishment would require quite a lot of digging, on her part; but she could call for assistance, once the first drone is ready.

From there, her new Hive is established; right under the very muzzles of all these lovely and lovable Ponies.

I soon realized the first advantage, of this arrangement; I did not have to return home, to my former Hive, in order to unload my Love harvested. Another convenient advantage, I am soon to realize; is that I am living in Ponyville, one of the most open and loving communities of Ponies one could ever encounter. Even if the community had been established right on the border of the forest of Everfree of all places. A place just as relentless and unforgiving at the Badlands themselves.

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A New Customer

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A New Customer: 5

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Week End Report

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I can see Rarity trotting by the room I had been given, waving a hoof at me.

She apparently had intended to enjoy the services, of one of the Spa Ponies; but she had made the effort, of accompanying a friend over to me. I don’t quite hear her voice, or what she had been saying.

A moment later; I hear the squeaking noises, the telltale of a Pony entering my small room.

She is making a confused expression, as she is hearing the squeaks, following her every hoof-step as she continues further in.

“Greetings, Starry-Eyes Glossy-Hooves!” she exclaims, as she is catching my eye and finally does make eye-contact.

“Greetings, Twilight Sparkle!” I respond; “But alas, just call me Starry!” I suggest.

“By all means, Starry; then you may call me Twilight!” she responds.

“With the formalities out of the way; I assume you came to enjoy my services, so just step right up onto the cushion and we can begin!” she suggests.

I watch her, as she tentatively approaches the appointed cushion, slowly stepping up onto it. All the while, the squeaks and squeaky noises following her, like a stalker.

“Don’t mind the Squeaks; they are an unavoidable consequence, of the environment I require for this treatment!” I explain.

“Oh, okay..” she responds, as she is looking up from the floor, making eye-contact once more.

“I want to see you relax, Twilight! I point out; “So, please; relax and enjoy what is to come!” I suggest.

“Oh, okay!” she responds; now looking straight ahead, closing her eyes.

“I hope you are comfortable, where you lay on the cushion; because it would distract you from the intended experience of the treatment, which would effectively ruin the moment!” I point out.

“It’s so smooth, and warm..” she breathes, as she is rubbing her belly against the cushion; “I could get used to this, or even fall asleep on top of the cushion; even despite these confusing squeaks and squeaky noises!” she concludes.

“I had not expected this reaction..” I ponder; “but so long, as she is comfortable; who am I to complain?” I ponder, snickering inwardly.

Once she had closed her eyes, I am dimming down the light; in order to further her relaxation, to drive her to the relaxing state I desire her in.

As the light is dimming down, I produce the hoof file; “I am about to start filing your hooves..” I coo seductively, into her right ear.

“Oh.. oh..!” she just responds, as if she had been expecting this action.

Once I had explained the next action, ascertaining her consent; I start filing the right fore-hoof, slowly and gently as to not startle her.

With the consent given, I continue to file each of her hooves; right and left, for and hind. One at the time; slow and careful; leaving her hooves smooth and perfectly rounded. I only stop filing, as I had achieved the desired result; leaving her prepared and ready, for the next stage of her treatment.

She could clearly hear each squeak I am making, as I move around her and in the room; quite distinctly, just as it is intended. When I don’t move, while I am filing her hooves; the room is perfectly quiet, and when I move, she can hear each and every single squeak distinctly.

I had stepped to the side, producing her hoof polish, just as intended. Only to step back, to her side with the polish in hoof.

“Time for your hoof polish..” I explain; “if you don’t mind!” I put forth; distinctly giving her the chance to opt out if she so pleases, even if I know she is not taking this option by any means.

“Of course..” she responds; “please do!” she concludes; giving me her expressed ascent, to perform the proposed service.

“With her explicit ascent, I can go on and move forwards; thus uncapping the polish I had prepared, for this part of her treatment. (This is after all the step, following the filing of the hooves of the pony I am treating at the moment.)

“Hoof polish: Clear Sapphire” the label reads; I had selected this Sapphire Lacquer, because I love how hard and smooth the surface is when cured.

Slowly, carefully; I am applying the polish to her right fore hoof, without spilling a single drop or applying the polish outside the hoof’s border or missing any of the surface of the hoof. I start in the middle, from the root of the hoof; drawing the brush all the way down, over the tip of her hoof in a single smooth motion; before I continue, applying the polish to the right and left, right and left. Only stopping; as I had coated the entire hoof, with a smooth and even coating.

I polish her hooves; right and left, fore and hind. Leaving her hooves to rest, for the two minutes it takes the polish to cure. There is a fine, yet highly distinctive glow to her hooves; as the polish is curing, even if she can’t see it through her closed eyelids.

A moment after I had recapped the hoof polish, the polish had cured perfectly; leaving her hooves, with a layer of highly adamant and quite glossy Sapphire.

Once the polish had cured, on each of her four hooves; I am repeating the process, as I had applied the lacquer: once, twice and thrice.

“Perfect..” I ponder; "Excellent.. Excellent!” I declare; wordlessly, to myself. (Even if I know, I will never have to repeat this process; as if it was to wear down, or is possible to remove!)

“Now I just hope, she will enjoy this; as much as her friend: Rarity is enjoying it, right now!” I ponder. (Though I guess; it is too late to regret accepting this treatment now, too late by far!)

“Could you rest your hind hooves here, please?” she offers, indicating the desired positions; gently guiding my hooves, into position.

“Okay!” I respond, as I follow her instruction; permitting her to guide my hooves, into position.

“Press your hooves down; gently, please!” she continues, and I follow the direction.

“That is actually quite comfortable!” I realize; as I feel my hooves pressing down, onto the indicated spots.

There is a hint of that green glow, as she is applying the crystal clear bonding gel along the rim of each of my hind hooves. I don’t feel the gel applied, but it bonds my hooves onto the firm material I am pressing them onto on contact. Had I tried to pull my hooves back, for whatever reason; I would have failed, and quite miserably so. The hooves bonded, have fused to the material. It is, as if the individual hooves had been the same material as the material they are being fused to all along; for as long as the gel is between the hoof and the material, it is resting against.

“She follows my instructions, to the letter; she is such a well-groomed mare, I can’t help but love working with her!” she ponders.

“Keep your eyes closed, and relax!” she coos, rather seductively.

“Okay!” I mumble, in response.

“Could you place your fore hooves on the rests; before you, please!” she continues; guiding my hooves, to the intended positions.

“Press your hooves down; gently, please!” she coos.

As I follow her instruction, she is applying the clear gel along the rim of my right and left fore hoof in turn; thus bonding my hooves to the solid surface, upon which I am currently resting them.

I just nod.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we..” she ponders; “time to be a bit playful, and give her something just a little bit extra!” she concludes; swapping the bond, before she is applying it thrice. (Bonding and fusing one hoof at the time: right and left; fore and hind. {She had just “forgot” to mention the details included in this instance, leaving me to explore and enjoy the subtle differences applied.} Leaving me with a gift, knowing I will be enjoying it.)

“Good little mare!” she ponders, giggling inwardly.

“Mr. Checkov’s gun; ready to go off, when I choose to let it!” she ponders.

“There, how does it feel?” she inquires, purposefully leading me off of the chance, of realizing exactly what she had just done.

“Good!” I merely respond; as I am enjoying myself even more than I had been expecting.

“Based on your natural colour palette, I have chosen the perfect purple (or deep, dark Lavender) for your lips!” she informs me, letting me know she understands the colour theory perfectly.

“This purple should be just right for her, and its highly elastic rubbery quality should fit my purpose just as perfectly!” she ponders, as she is applying the lip stick onto my lips. (Blue would simply not be right, for me.)

She had applied the matching lip liner, before each step of the way; just as one should have been expecting, from a make-up artist.

“I will add just a hint of gloss, to your lips!” she informs me, before she continues.

“That does feel good!” I realize; “I’m certain it will look, just as good as it feels!” I conclude.