Twin Raritys'

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A Shared Excitement

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I had been unconscious for several hours, before the first dream occurred. From there, I had been sleeping several hours. What the dreams were all about, I have no idea; I rarely to never recall enough to interpret in the first place. This time, is no different.

“Is it hot, in here?” I ponder, laying still on the floor.

“I am on my belly!” I realize, but there is nothing strange or special about it, it does happen every once in a while.

In surprise, I feel my ears twitching. Of course; I had been wearing the tube, as I fell asleep the other night. It may still be new to me, I had after all bought it the other day.

I can move my head, and my legs; but my arms stubbornly remain, in a rather off pose. I’m forming the letter Y, in the current pose. Why?

I feel the palms of my hands, firmly pressed down onto the floor under me; nothing holding them down, and I am fully relaxed. My fingers, spread wide.

As much as I may try, my hands stubbornly stay where they are; initially, I can’t figure out how or why. I tentatively tug at my right hand: once, twice and thrice; but to no avail, so I momentarily give up; repeating the process with my left hand, but with the same result.

I may try to tug, pull or yank as hard as I may; up or to the side; the result is all the same, each and every time. I am firmly stuck; trapped on my belly, on the floor upon which I had found myself as I woke up a moment earlier.

A moment later, Rarity enters the room; looking at me, where I lie, waiting.

“Lick your lips?” she is inciting me, licking her own lips in excitement, as she is looking at me.

I part my lips, in order to try to follow her suggestion; extending my tongue, before I tentatively lick my lips.

“Slippery and wet..” I realize; “as if she had just applied lubrication on my lips, like a lip-stick?” I ponder.

My lips are smooth, rubber; since she had indeed applied lip-stick to my now blue lips. The gel does not just coat my lips, of course; but in my mouth, on my tongue and all the way down my throat. A reaction, to the excitement she had exposed me to; after she had applied the lubrication to my lips like an expensive lip-stick.

“Open your eyes, slowly!” she coos.

As I am opening my eyes, light is slowly spreading in the room; as if the light in the ceiling was dimmed down considerably, now slowly dimmed back up towards the nominal setting. (Daytime) Nothing fancy or special; but I am forever thankful, for the effect in my current state and situation.

“Take it slow..” she coos seductively.

She is licking her lips; as she is ogling me. I hear a quickening to her breath, as she is growing excited; from watching me, in my current situation. Or, at least I imagine it is what I hear and the reason behind it.

“If you don’t mind; I would love for you to aid me, in reliving your experience in this room..” she offers; “Or, should I refer to it as our Dungeon?” she then inquires.

“Dungeon, is about right..” I respond; “and if you like me to, I guess it would not be too much to ask of me; after all the excitement, before anyone has seen you outside!” I confirm.

“But alas, I need something to eat; I know you should follow me down to the kitchen, sharing the meal with me too!” I point out.

“Yes, dear; you do need something to eat, but you would need to get up first!” she suggests.

“I haven’t had anything to eat, so that sounds like an idea!” I respond.

“One small detail..” she coos, seductively; ”you still do need to get up, onto your own two hooves; so that you can follow me down, to the kitchen!” she points out.

“Yes..” I respond, tentatively tugging at my right and left hand in order: once, twice and thrice; but to no avail, my hands remain firmly in place stuck onto the floor.

“I seem to have a problem, pulling my hands up from the floor!” I conclude.

“Yes, that is a problem..” she agrees; “you really do need to try harder!” she responds.

I try to pull myself free, pulling harder and harder: once, twice and thrice: but my hands remain in place, as if they had been glued in place.

While I am trying to pull my hands free, she is walking around me; ending up standing before me, while still looking down at me where I lie stuck on the floor of our private dungeon.

“Put your back into it; put some effort in pulling your hands off of the floor!” she suggests, cooing excitedly.

“Okay!” I respond, as I give it my all for the one shot at pulling myself free.

Just as I should have been expecting; as hard as I may yank at the hand, the hand still stays firmly in place.

“I did not realize, the suction of the suction-cups you turned my hands into, could hold this much..” I point out; “the description on the product did not hint to it, in the least!” I conclude.

“I guess there are a few elements the description forgot to mention; including the duration, and the heightened excitement you were exposed to!” she suggests, in excitement.

“You mean to say, that excitement is a factor; in how these effects are developing, Rarity?” I inquire.

“Yes, but why not..” she suggests; “you were excited enough, to experience an orgasm; during the exposure to these products, dear!” she explains.

“Uh..” I exclaim; “yes, I was indeed excited!” I respond; “Does this explain, how the suction develops; it would explain a great deal!” I ponder; as I realize the connection to my reaction, upon the scene.

“I had better help you out of this, before it is too late..” she offers; “Just in case you fuse to the floor, permanently!” she points out.

She kneels before me, extending the index-finger of her right hand; slipping the tip of the finger in, under the palm of my right hand. As her finger slides in, under the palm of my right hand; the suction collapses, with a distinct popping noise. She repeats the process, releasing the left hand as well; thus liberating me, from the grip of my suction-cups.

“Thank you, Rarity!” I exclaim, slowly raising to my hooves.

“There, now we can go down to the kitchen; so that we can have something to eat, I’m hungry!” she points out.

“Me too..” I respond; “let’s go down to the kitchen!” I conclude.

She walks to the door, opening it; I follow her, closing the door behind myself.

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Sharing a Moment

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