Lotus Changeling Spa

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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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