Twin Raritys'

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Returning, with Gifts

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After having one cup of tea, too many; I had taken the opportunity, to explore the girls’ room.

There is nothing special about the room. It is intended for me to relieve myself.

She only had one regular water closet, so that is what I have to use now. There is nothing strange, or mystic about it; I just sit down, and relax.

Naturally, there is a sink with running water as well; both cold and hot. I can see a few towels, hanging beside the sink. The first is hers, making the second mine. The rest would be for guests; but I don’t bother looking closer, I have no reason.

I close the door behind myself, and lock the door. Not that I would need to, as long as she is the only one I am sharing our home with; but I prefer to lock the door, mainly out of old habit.

Sweetie Belle had moved out, a while back; after she had finally acquired her cutie mark, and become her own mare. I think she moved out, with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo.

Of course, I can’t exactly forget that I am wearing these panties; the integrated plugs are filling me up, making me contract quite firmly. The more of the lubricated plug is touching me, the more pronounced the contraction becomes. Both the plugs are fully inserted, so the sensation is quite acute.

The plugs are fairly small, and can’t rivet themselves; so the panties should be fairly easy to slip out of. At least, it is what I am expecting.

As I am standing before the toilet, I place my hands on my hips; sliding my fingers in, pulling the panties down. The panties themselves do not make any resistance, beyond the tight material hugging my hips; but that is not a problem, for me. These panties may be tight, but they are also quite elastic. Something I will just have to get used to, I guess; not that it is bothering me, it is just a new sensation.

At first, it feels as if the plugs are trying to resist, by pulling at me; though the struggle is fairly short, before I find them slipping out of me and my panties slipping right off of me. Still, there is a sucking noise as the plugs fall out; the contraction slowly subsiding, at least to a point. It leaves me feeling relaxed, even if I am still contracting enough to be considerably tighter than I had ever been.

Once I had pulled the panties off of me, stepping out of them. I place them on a nearby shelf; leaving them there, while I am relieving myself.

I sit down, relaxing; finding the liquid squirting out, just as expected. Nothing strange, to it. I am enjoying the moment, as the internal pressure is subsiding throughout the entire process. I reach down, to explore how it feels to the touch; largely based on the previous sensations, and the sucking noise I had heard as the plugs fell out.

”Firm..” I ponder, as I feel the mound under the now extended index finger of my right hand; ”slippery and wet..” I continue, considering the sensations; ”almost, as if the viscous gel lubricant had been coating my vagina even now?” I conclude.

The skin feels almost as if it had been smooth silicone coating me, coated by that slippery gel the plugs had been prepared with. Naturally; there is no way the gel would smear, or rub off on anything.

This had been a new experience to me, and even more so with the added effects she had given me; but it is an experience I will have several times every day, as in my current form. It isn’t, as if I were to change back into the Pony I used to be.

I lick my lips, in excited anticipation.

Since I am done, I raise to my hooves and turn to pick up my panties, from where they have been resting and waiting for my attention. I flush, before I step into the panties, pulling them up. I once more feel the tips of the plugs touching me.

”Ooo-oo-ooh!” I breathe; as I once more find myself contracting, momentarily distracted from what I was doing.

As I regain my composure, I start to pull my panties up. Only to find the plugs effortlessly slipping right in; as the contraction has grown more and more pronounced, as I pull the panties up and the plugs slowly slide further and further in.

”That..” I mumble; ”was intense!” I conclude, as I had slipped into the panties, and pulled them all the way up.

I still do feel the tight panties hugging my hips; just as I can’t quite ignore the plugs that had just slipped into my anal and vaginal orifices respectively.

”Did the second insertion just make me contract more?” I ponder.

Since I am done, with the business here, I am washing my hands; before I turn towards the door and open. Stepping out, just to end up in the cloaking room.

Had I been born a human girl; I would have been blushing now, after the experience of reinserting the plugs. I guess it is advantageous, not to have that problem to be worrying about. My face is after all the same pure, silicone-white and shy as it has always been.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop!” I hear with each and every step I take as I walk out to the kitchen.

In a sense, I am already used to the sound of equine hooves, from my former life as a Pony in Ponyville; but it is a bit different as bipedal, so I will still have to adjust with the differences. I know this is different for her, considering how she never had hooves before I met her.

”A cup of tea; would be nice, right now!” I suggest.

”That sounds about right!” she responds; as she is entering the kitchen, just a few steps behind me.

I fill the boiler up, before I engage it; waiting for the water to heat up, so that I can brew myself a cup. While the water is heating up, I place our cups on the table, placing one tea-bag in each.

”Maybe I should have myself a bite..” I ponder; ”there should be some of the salad left, from before!” I conclude.

I open the fridge, pull out the bowl of salad and put it onto the table. Now I pull out a bowl and place it onto the table; before I scoop up a portion of salad, filling my bowl. I manage to have just enough time, to pick a fork, placing it with the salad.

Since the water is just boiling, I pick up the boiler, pouring water in both our cups; brewing the tea, for the both of us. Once the tea is ready, I extract the bags from the cups.

”Your tea is ready!” I offer, taking a sip of my tea.

Now I am pulling out a chair, sitting down; taking a new sip of the tea, before I stab the salad and stick the fork into my mouth. I chew the still fresh salad, washing it down with the tea.

”Thank you, Rarity!” she responds; as she is pulling out the next chair, sitting down before me.

I watch her, as she takes her first sip; before I stab my salad once more.

I lean back, as I am enjoying myself; chewing salad, sipping tea. Little by little, the sense of the panties and their integrated plugs melts away, to the point where I had almost forgotten them altogether. Even before I had even finished my first cup of tea.

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A Shared Excitement

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