Lotus Changeling Spa

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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!)

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 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.

“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.

“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.

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 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.

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.

With the plug firmly and inescapably in place, she is applying the slave-bond along the rim of the plug; effectively bonding it onto me, making it into an integral part of my anatomy for the duration. At this point, she is coating the surface of the base of the plug with another gel. (She is feeling generous, today, applying enough gel to saturate the anal plug for me; enhancing the effect {experience}, reinforcing the hold it has on 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.

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.

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“While no Pony is missing you, my dear Twilight; I am very much enjoying your presence, not to mention the Love you are generating!” she coos, to herself.

“I had not realized, a single Pony could generate this much Love..” the Queen ponders; “but I am not complaining, I am only too happy (eager) to accept your contribution!” she concludes; where she lies, absorbing all the love generated.

“This should be the Starting Capital, I need to establish myself and the Hive I had been entrusted with!” she muses, in excitement.

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At the stipulated time (24 hours later) the plug is slipping out of me; whereupon I find my utterly and completely exhausted body collapsing, under the strain the enforced orgasms had placed upon me. With that, I find myself unconscious.

As I finally do wake up, coming to; I can see the mare who performed the delightful (delicious) massage is once more back in the room with me.

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The Hive Down Below

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