Room Service

by Kentavritsa

Chapters

Overnight: 1
Roomservice: 2
After Breakfast: 3
Waking up, Bound and Bonded: 4
My Turn: 5
Preparation: 6
Squee’s Date: 7
Busted: 8
On the Top of the World: 9

Overnight: 1

Author's Note

Ms. Squee's POV

Next Chapter: Roomservice

Overnight: 1

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I had just changed into the nightwear, the room is supplying me with; as I was heading off to my bed, as it is late and I am tired. Maybe I had missed something, but the top and panties was looking so good; feeling equally comfortable on, as I am walking to the bed.

One item I may have failed to notice, but these are metallic bloody red. (Yes, they are actually Metallic Bloody Red!!)

As I reach the bed, I am folding a corner of the quilt up against the wall; preparing to slip into bed, before I slide in under the quilt and fold the corner back over myself.

The bed-linen are smooth and a highly glossy black silicone, and the quilt is three inches thick and crystal clear. I guess I had booked this room, so I have nothing to complain over. The sleek, smooth surface is a bit on the slippery side, but it means I can’t get caught or catch a nightmare along the way during the night.

”Vacuum Bed” a label is announcing, proudly; but as I am alone, the controls had been locked out due to safety concerns.

The cerise pillow is surprisingly cool, to the touch; as I lay down my head, tired after the long day.

As I fold the quilt down, over my body; I soon feel the air in the room growing cooler, to compensate and make it easier to sleep. As expected, my head only rest on the pillow for a few minutes; before I start dozing off, soon finding myself fast asleep.

The night is quiet as I sleep as comfortably as could possibly have been expected.

I am rested, as I wake up in the morning; feeling a bit frisky.

However; I soon notice something I had not been expecting, as the underwear had worked their intended magic. I now have a perfect bust; my breasts B Cup orbs; but my nipples, much larger than expected. I had apparently chosen the playful E. Likewise; my mound had swelled considerably to fill out the E I had opted for and firmed up immensely. Likewise, my orchid had developed and turned a bright cerise.

”Why, oh why do I feel so wet and excited?” I ponder.

While I am excited, I had also developed quite an appetite during the night. I fold the quilt up against the wall; slipping my feet out from under the quilt, only to find myself sitting on the bed, pushing myself out over the edge.

”Thud” is heard, as my feet hit the floor.

”Room service, maybe I could order something in?” I mumble to myself.

Since I am still wearing the black bikini, they had passed for night wear; I don’t feel the urge to put anything on, at least not just yet. I walk up to the door, stop and extend my right hand; pressing the palm down gently, spreading my fingers wide to open the door.

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”Such a sweet deal, and she practically begged me to accept; it made me wonder, expecting her to have some ulterior motive. I was fearing, she only wanted me out of the way; taking advantage of me and my dear changelings..” Queen Chrysalis is pondering, as she is observing the screen before her.

What she had been offered me, is indeed a sweet deal, maybe a bit too sweet for my taste. Yet, how can I go back on the deal now; watching what she is giving me, so willingly?

Is it my part, to question what I and my changelings have to do; in order to earn, what she had promised me?

She is practically feeding my hive, and I don’t even have to lift a hoof. Why complain?

Maybe it is a mundane task, watching the screen; observing each room and hallway, just to stay on top of the game. I keep the drones safe and secure, while they perform their duties, absorbing all the love I could possibly have asked for. And more. My belly is full, as is the belly of each of my drones.

This new girl, known as Miss, is loving every instant of what she has; channeling her love as per the agreement, effortlessly and without any conscious thought.

With a full belly, I am extending the clutches, raising more grubs than I had dared to hope to sustain; but as long as love is flowing freely, I am only limited by how many new drones I can put onto the floor.

”These Ponies always says, Friendship is Magic!” I ponder; ”Maybe they had not been wrong, after all?” I consider; ”But to us Changelings; Love is Magic!” I conclude, a wide grin firmly holding my muzzle.

I don’t need to worry, about the safety of my drones, or myself now; considering the steady flow of Love, flowing through my hive and my throat.

”Is this, how Princess Celestia is feeling?” I ponder, as I experience the bliss of another carefree day.

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”I knew she would be suspicious of the deal, I had offered her; but since I am holding up my end of the deal, she can’t sneak out now!” I ponder; ”I understand, she had good reason to suspect it to be too good to be true; but I just wanted to offer her a means, to support herself without bothering to attack me and Equestria!” I conclude.

As I am sitting in my throne, Pinkie Pie is bouncing into the room; a wide grin adorning her face, like always.

”Hiya, Twilly!” she greets me, as she is bouncing the rest of the way to her throne.

”Hi, Pinkie!” I respond, the smile holding firm on my face.

Of course I smile; as I had rid Equestria of it’s worst and most persistent enemy, to date. She had kept coming back, again and again; plans more foul, for each recurring visit to our fair land.

”Equestria is the land of Sunshine and Rainbows..” I ponder; ”and I intend to make it stay that way, for as long as I am able to!” I conclude.

Well, why shouldn’t I; Equestria is my home, and I intend to serve Celestia to the best of my abilities for as long as I can still stand. So will my friends.

The next moment, Rarity is trotting into the room, maintaining a measured gait; approaching her throne, while intently looking at me. She is stopping before her throne; ”These garments, are to die for; gorgeous, just gorgeous!” she exclaims.

”Greetings, Twilight..” she exclaims as she is looking up; ”oh, and Pinkie Pie!” she then adds, with a hint of embarrassment.

”Greetings, Rarity!” I respond.

”Hiya, Rarity..” Pinkie fills in; ”You’ve done it again, Rarity!” she then adds; ”Just look, at how the girl loves her garments; and she does look positively stunning, and adorable!” she concludes.

”Adorable..” Fluttershy echoes, in her usual, quiet voice; as she is entering the room, quieter than a ghost’s shadow.

”Oh, and greetings..” she then whispers.

Rainbow Dash is bursting into the room, flapping; as she is flying up to her throne, then abruptly sitting down.

”What?” Rainbow inquires.

”Just look, Rainbow..” Rarity explains, pointing a hoof at the screen.

”Wait, these Changelings enjoy wearing these clothes you supplied them with; serving Humans, for the chance to soak up their love?!” she inquires, incredulously.

”They look fat..” Fluttershy observes, with a slight hint of a blush in embarrassment.

”Trust Flutters to recognize it..” Pinkie responds, guffawing over the now obvious.

”How much are they feeding them?” Fluttershy inquires.

”No idea..” Pinkie intones; ”but it looks; as if they are having a perpetual party, day and night!” she concludes in excitement.

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Roomservice: 2

Author's Note

Ms. Squee's POV

Next Chapter: After Breakfast

Roomservice: 2

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As I reach the living room, the cinematic screen gives me an idea: if I could see my options to choose, I would get an idea as to what I am looking for. Naturally, the screen activates, automatically; as I am entering the room, with the intent of ordering in.

Should I have been expecting it?

For some reason, the first option is to choose the appearance of the girl; delivering what I had in mind, for some unforeseen reason.

“Now, this is interesting!” I ponder.

“Name:” the text reads; “Rarity” I fill in.

“Skin Colour:” I read; “White” I fill in.

“Eye Colour:” I read; “Sapphire Blue” I fill in.

“Bust Size:” I read; “E Cup” I fill in.

I continue to opt in and, or out the options before me; specifying what I like. They asked me to, so why not?

Once I had gone through the entire list, I save Rarity as my default Room Service.

With this out of the way, I request a breakfast and Services; sitting down and pulling out a bottle of Sparkle cola. I uncap the bottle, taking a sip; enjoying myself, as I wait for the girl to arrive with my breakfast.

Just as I had finished my Cola, the girl arrives with a trolley. She carefully places my breakfast on the table, before the sofa

“Thank you, Rarity; for coming over” I exclaim.

“Thank you, Miss; for ordering your breakfast!” she exclaims, as she finishes serving.

“Since you are here, could you follow me to the bed room?” I inquire.

“Most certainly!” she responds, eagerly.

Her silicone white skin is exciting me more, than I had been expecting; and the bright blue eyes are lending her an innocent appearance, I can’t resist.

“Would you mind, if I grab your braid?” I inquire.

“Why, no; of course not, Miss!” she responds, in excitement.

“Her braid looks like a leash!” I ponder, giggling inwardly.

While her inch long, semi square nails are crystal clear; but her uniform is a glossy silver metallic, matching her eye shadow.

Since I had asked, she is slowly walking towards the door; I grab her braid, in my right hand. She walks to the door, her right hand extended; pressing the palm of her hand onto the plaque, spreading her fingers to open the door for the both of us. I follow her all the way up to my bed room.

As we enter the room, I notice an entrance between my two bed rooms; wide enough, for what I had had in mind. Once inside the bed room, she is dropping her panties and skirt; placing them, on the currently unused bed.

The door behind me had closed behind me, so even if someone were to enter the suite; they would not catch her, as she is with me. She is slipping a small bag onto the night stand, making a point out of it; by indicating it, as she is pointing it out.

“I am sure, it will contain everything you are looking for!” she eagerly explains; snickering in overt, genuine excitement.

“Would you step onto the threshold; between the two rooms, please?” I inquire, watching her.

“But of course!” she coos, as she eagerly follows my instructions.

“Since you already stand in the threshold; what if you place the palms of your hands on the door frame, and spread your fingers as wide as possible!” I instruct her, watching how eagerly she is complying.

“Hold on, did your hands have suction-cups; if so, please engage them for a secure grip!” I probe.

“Yes, but of course I do; we all have these, and of course!” she responds; as I stand behind her, observing her from behind.

“If you were to lift your hand, would the suction hold?” I inquire; “If so; would you demonstrate the struggle, please!” I inquire.

“Yes, but of course!” she responds; demonstratively straining, as she is giving me the requested demonstration.

“Just a bit more, please?” I incite.

“Certainly!” she states, as she makes an effort of keeping up my demonstration.

I watch her, as she continues; for a moment, before I turn back to the kit she had provided me. I pick up what looks like a lip-liner or eye-liner.

“Bond” the label reads; “Reinforcement” reads the label, on the other side.

“If she is including it, I assume she will permit me to apply it on her!” I mumble; as I am turning back, sneaking past her in order to face her.

“I see your suction is holding!” I pronounce; “but, could you give your right and left hand respectively a good yank?” I inquire.

“Of course..” she merely responds, as she complies, putting a good effort into it.

“Beautiful!” I respond, as I lift up the pencil; before I start drawing a line along the rim of her right hand and each of her fingers in turn.

I see a line of clear gel blending the silicone-white hand with the door frame; even if it looks like little more than a line of clear gel, to me. Once I had bonded her right hand to the door frame, I continue; bonding her left hand too.

“Disengage the suction, if you please!” I suggest; “But, why is this so exciting?” I mumble.

As I am watching her, she clearly fails; snickering with a smile on her face.

“You bonded my hands to the frame.” she now concludes.

“Because I enjoy, what you are exposing me to?” she inquires, admitting to enjoying it.

Now I am sneaking past her, picking up the kit she had presented me with; before I return to the room, where I can once more face her. I extract a tube, labeled: “Anal Tube” with the subtitle reading “Membrane Toy”.

“Since you supplied it to me, offering it to me; I hope you don’t mind me inserting this tube from behind, Rarity!” I explain.

“By all means, please insert it!” she confirms.

“How does it feel, Rarity?” I inquire, as I am inserting the tube.

“At first, it feels like a Condom; but after Pi Inches, I can’t feel it spreading further..” she merely concedes, as she is admitting to what her experience is like.

Since I am ignorant, I just assume she is a regular girl; while she is in fact a Changeling. if the sensitivity is different; how am I to know, and she is not explaining it.

Once the tube is inserted, I carefully bond it to her flesh; applying the thin line of clear gel, along the entire rim of the tube. In the process, she is experiencing how the tube is bonding to her; as it is effectively turning into an integral part of her anatomy, for the duration.

“Would you mind, if I insert the vaginal tube too?” I inquire.

“By all means, please do; if you want to bond it as well, I would like that very much!” she responds.

With that, I am extracting a matching tube; carefully inserting it, into her vagina. I draw the line along the border of the tube; thus bonding it, into her vagina.

The anal tube is black, the vaginal is cerise; while the oral tube is red and the belly button is skin tone or in her case white. Of course, there is something exciting in her pristine white skin-tone. I can’t explain how or why, but it is.

Exactly what the tube for her belly button is doing for her, I have no idea; but I still opt to include it all the same, inserting the Pi inch long vaginal tube into her.

“Thank you, Miss!” she exclaims.

“Since you don’t seem to mind, Rarity; I will be inserting the oral tube!” I offer,

“I was looking forwards to it, you know!” she explains.

“Wait, you were?” I inquire.

“Yes, but of course, Miss!” she points out; “Oh, and don’t worry; I haven’t included anything, I mind you exposing me to!” she clarifies, emphatically.

“Thank you, Rarity; for explaining!” I respond.

“Since I am stuck, I am bottom now; but if you want me on top, just ask for the toys of your choice, Miss!” she explains; “and I will be only too happy to assist you!” she is promising.

“Thank you, Rarity!” I respond.

I manage to find her oral tube, extracting it from the pile; before I return slowly inserting it between her lips, watching the metallic bloody red tube slide in into her mouth; before I bond the tube into her mouth.

She is looking up at me, with a submissive expression plastered all over her face; acknowledging her situation, as she can no longer speak.

“Time for the fun..” I suggest, as I step up to her; placing my right nipple between her lips, wriggling just enough to inside her to part her lips to lick my sensitive nipple.

“Of course, this is why I have my nipples so large..” I ponder, as I wriggle my nipple in between her lips; “Ooo-ooo-ooh!” I sigh, as I feel the tip of her tongue caressing and teasing the tip of my nipple playfully.

I had been poorly prepared, for what she had to offer; but I’d be damned, if I did not enjoy it to the full extent of what she is prepared to offer me.

“You like it?” I inquire, watching her mouthing the words, but utterly mute with the oral tube bonded into her mouth.

“Why do I find her so exciting?” I ponder; “She offers herself, as if she had been a doll; but react just as natural, as if she had been a girl like myself!” I realize.

“Since you enjoy, what I expose you to; I can’t make myself stop, but feel an urge to push forwards to explore how far I can enjoy this!” I point out; “Nod, if you agree; and shake your head, if you don’t agree!” I now instruct her.

She vigorously nods, in response; urging me on, as she is confirming what I had in mind.

Now I pick up the bond, using the reinforcement; drawing a line all the way along the outer rim of her oral tube, deepening the bond as I am reinforcing my previous action. The tube slowly blends into her lips in the process.

I continue, applying it to her vaginal and anal tube as well, finishing with the belly button tube. I lift up my right hand, index finger extended; as I explore the effect, of my handiwork. Apparently, the tube is feeling more animated; as if the tube had become her own flesh, rather than a toy inserted into her.

With that, I repeat the process; exploring the effect, with each time I apply the reinforcement: once, twice and thrice. While she is still as smooth and slippery as the silicone tube had ever been; I feel her warmth, as I caress her.

With each application of the reinforcement; she is gaining control and sensitivity in the process; making it more exciting for me, each time.

I end up, picking up a three inch anal dilation tube; inserting it, before I finally do bond it to her. From there, I place the tips of my extended index-fingers on the right and left mark; pulling my hands further and further apart, effectively dilating her to her physical limit without effort or resistance on her part. She is just smiling at me.

“Could you spread your legs, moving your feet as far apart as possible; even if it means, your feet reaches the door frame?” I inquire.

She nods, as I watch her spreading her legs as I had suggested. Once she had completed the task, I extract a lubrication, applying it onto the souls of her feet. As I had caressed away every trace of friction from the souls of her feet; I bond her feet into place with the supplied pencil.

With her feet securely bonded into place; I kneel before her, placing my lips on the top of her mound. Planting a kiss on her orchid, as I part my lips; extending my tongue, before I carefully lap the petals of her orchid.

“Delicious..” I realize; “so sweet, I just can not resist!” I ponder, as I continue to lap away.

She sighs soundlessly; since the oral tube is rendering her utterly mute, but without affecting her.

“I should attend to my breakfast..” I ponder; “but I have to finish up here, first; preparing her for the fun, before I can go!” I continue.

Of course, I had not forgotten the breakfast I had ordered in; but she had been so exciting, I had to set her up for the play before I could enjoy my breakfast. I may have asked for her, specifically; but I could not have been prepared, for how I am reacting on her presence in my vicinity. How could I? However, she is enjoying my attention; more than I could have been expecting, considering my reactions. Maybe they had explained it, but it had never explained how or why; if they had any ulterior motives, but I am oblivious of these too.

“She certainly does enjoy this..” I ponder; “it is not mere professional, to her?” I continue.

“This looks like fun!” I mumble, as I discover a special gel, intended to be applied to the mound.

I pick up the gel, before I am returning to Rarity; uncapping the tube, carefully caressing the gel over her mound. I cover and coat the entire mound, inside and out; watching, as it slowly is taking effect. It does leave her, with a thick and glossy surface; slippery to a fault, but also deliciously elastic.

“No, I have to attend to my breakfast; before I can continue, with this!” I mumble.

She merely nods, quite vigorously; confirming my point.

“Going by her reactions, she certainly do enjoy these things..” Rarity ponders; “I will need to expose her to the joy; going by just how excited she is now, I can feel it!” she concludes, as she is watching me exiting the room; as I am heading down to the breakfast, she had served me.

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After Breakfast: 3

Author's Note

Ms. "Rarity"'s POV

Next Chapter: Waking up, Bound and Bonded

After Breakfast: 3

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I had been waiting, patiently; while Miss is enjoying her breakfast, in excitement. she knows I am waiting for her, just as she knows I am prepared to wait for her to enjoy her breakfast.

Normally, I would have been resting; reserving my energy, for when she returns. However, now she is flooding me with love; energizing me to the point, where I simply could not rest or relax. It is not just in the excitement, she had supplied me with and what she is exposing me to; but I am still giddy with the overt excitement, of what she is exposing me to.

“I am feeling hot..” I realize; enjoying the feelings and sensations as they keep flooding me and invades my mind with irresistible suggestions, as they incite me.

In this state, I find myself struggling against the bonds; knowing full well, I have no chance to break free and escape if I had wanted to. She had trapped me. I am hers to command, for as long as I can fulfill her desires.

I can hear the squeaks, caused by my struggles; redoubling the efforts, knowing I am exciting her just as much as it is exciting me in the first place.

Once the bond is made, I had found myself utterly incapable of escaping; but she had excited me, as she incites me to new heights. I had felt her, enjoying exposing me; as she is exploring my body, such as she had requested it.

She had found herself incapable, of resisting me and the urges I craft within her; I had not even needed to do anything, for her to continue exploring me in excitement. Her pure love is fueling me, my actions; inspiring, exciting her forwards.

She is enjoying her breakfast, and I know it; just because I can not see her, does not mean I don’t know.

She may not be my first, and I doubt she will be my last; but considering just how much she is enjoying this, I hope it is not the last time I will be seeing her. She is exciting me, to the extent; my only worry, is if she is burning me out so I can no longer fulfill her dream.

Eventually, she is finishing her breakfast; she is leaving the table, taking the flight of stairs right up to see me.

I hear the noises, she is making; as she negotiates the flight of stairs, before she walks up to the door.

The door slides up, and she is entering the room; just as eagerly, as when she had left me. Even if I think she took more time than I had preferred.

While it had never been said, or been explicit; but for me, she is my Queen for the duration of her stay. A measure, of just how much I am enjoying her.

Someone else could have fed me more love, or purer; but I don’t need more, than she is offering. She gives me as much as I need. Though I guess there is something else, something deeper; underlying the surface, binding me to her.

I can not help myself, but strain against the bonding; even knowing it is impossible to break free, from the bonding she had been applying to me. Even a Changeling, such as I have limitations; with both my hands and feet secured in these bonds, I can do exactly nothing. Not that I mind, it is just exciting me all the more.

“Squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak..” is heard, as I continue to strain against the unforgiving, yet hopelessly exciting bonds she had applied to me.

“I take it, you are excited!” she exclaims, as she is sniffing the air; “Open to suggestions?” she then inquires, I just nod, vigorously.

“There, I thought so!” she now offers.

She is standing behind me, ogling me with obvious interest; slowly stepping up to me, from behind. Of course, this is why I can not see her.

I am drooling, as I realize she is grabbing the end of my braid in her left hand; before she is slapping my rump with her right hand. I feel the playfulness in the touch of her hand, but it’s also inescapable in her emotional torrent.

I want to say something, but I am still mute; thus incapable of uttering a single, teeny tiny little noise.

With the end of my braid, in a firm grip. She soon makes the next move; as I feel the tip of her extended index-finger touching the rim, of my anal entry.

“Oo-ooh, oo-ooh; oo-ooh, oo-ooh..” I sigh inwardly, as the tip of her finger slowly moves along the outer rim, of my anal entry.

A moment later, or if it had been an eternity; I realize the finger had been joined with the next, as the tips of her fingers slide down the slippery slope and enter me. Being fully open, to her suggestions; I can do nothing, in order to prevent her. Yet, why should I do that? This is after all exactly what I had wanted for her to do, all along.

I am hopelessly slippery and she knows it, and she had made me to be; now I feel the sensations, the tips of her fingers are eliciting inside.

Slowly I am parting my lips, my mouth dilating as far as I can.

"Ah, ah, ah; there it is..” she merely mouths, driving me even further.

“Yes, yes, yes; I know..” I ponder.

“You are so wet and slippery, just the way I like it..” she exclaims, in excitement.

“Wait?” I inquire; “Is that, why I am so excited!” I realize.

Of course, she does not even hear me; as she is continuing to tease me, for but a moment. I had known it, but instinct still takes over.

“Oh, and I really love seeing your struggle; it turns me on, making me all wet..” she now offers.

While I continue, she slowly close my rump, contracting it inch by inch; until I am once more tight, while remaining just as wet and excited.

“Wait, what was that?” I ponder, as it is dawning upon me, what she is doing.

“Exactly..” she merely mouths, just as she is finishing what she had started a moment earlier; leaving my rump as tight, as she was desiring it to be.

“Nice, and tight as ever..” she now mouths; “I hope you will be enjoying it, as much as I intend to!” she then concludes.

“My rump, now completely under her control; but for as long as she so desire..” I realize; “but, why is it so exciting?” I ponder.

“You did enjoy that, didn’t you?” she inquires; “Well, then I think I should let you have it..” she is offering.

Does she know, or is she just acting out her desires upon me; but she had summoned me, and I am the embodiment, of her desires in the first place.

“If this truly is what you enjoy, permit me to drive you wild..” she mouths.

“How could I protest?” I ponder, finding myself indicate for her to proceed.

With that, she is extracting the second of my anal tubes; holding it up, in her right hand. I can feel the glee radiating and oozing.

“Now I just need to set you up, just right!” she points out.

“Oh, wait; this is what you were hoping for?” she inquires, as she is holding up the tube labeled; “Plot Gel”.

How could I deny it, but she does not even require me to spell it out for her. I feel the gel being spread out around my rear orifice; then she continues, spreading it all the way into the depths of the orifice. As she is applying more, working it in and caress me; I can clearly feel its effects taking hold as I firm up and grow hard, while becoming more and more elastic in the process.

“Toy” reads the label of the tube she is holding on to.

She had only contracted my anal orifice as far as she could, without actually closing or sealing it shut. Now I can feel the tube poking me, before it starts sliding into my slippery rear. In the process, she is resetting the orifice; leaving me considerably tighter, than I could possibly have been otherwise.

The tube slides in, inch by inch; propagating further and further inside. I can not stop her now, more than I could have before; just as I will not be able to push it out later. She is picking up the pencil marked: “Bond”; with the subtitle “Industrial Strength/Clinical Grade”.

I had not seen the label, and I do not need to. What difference is it to me, now as I feel the circuit slowly being closed; the bond established, as the tube is being bonded to me. It is being integrated.

Just as the bond is taking hold, I experience how the tube is contracting. Just that it is more pronounced an experience, than it had been with the previous tube she had inserted, and bonded into me before. If the difference is in the tube, or the bond; I can not say, I do not have that level of experience.

She is picking the lubrication, applying it to my anal tube; the next instant I feel it propagate along the walls of the tube, even if I can’t feel it beyond the first Pi inches now more than I could have with either of the previous tubes she had lubricated for me.

To be honest, I have the experience of the entire Hive at my disposal; but in the present situation, it can not help me in the least. Maybe my situation is binding me deeper than I had expected or could understand?

“Now, if you do not mind..” she coos.

She is picking up the pencil, labeled; “Bond”; but this time, she is using the other side; drawing the line along the rim of the tube, closing the circuit; thus the bond is effectively reinforced, and I feel the tube contracting again.

She is holding the pencil in a gentle grip, in her right hand; as she is waiting, for me to experience the latest action on her part.

About a minute later, by my estimate; she is placing the tip of the pencil on the rim of the tube, before she is drawing the line along the border. As she is closing the circuit, the bond is once more reinforced further; causing my tube to contract, and make me feel wet as the lubrication is touching my flesh directly.

She is waiting, for a moment; before she is once more placing the tip of the pencil on the rim of the tube, drawing the line along the rim of the tube.

I gasp, as the circuit is closed; the tube once more contracting, as the tube is completely integrated into me and made an integral part of my anatomy. I find myself slippery and soaking wet, as the gel is saturating the skin in my rear orifice.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh..” she is cooing, in excitement.

“I am done for?” I ponder, as I realize where she is.

She had placed the pencil on the nightstand, where she had found it; only to place her hand on my hips, holding me firmly into place. Not that I could escape her; or move all that much, in the first place.

I hear her sniffing the air, taking in the scents; “Now I have you, exactly where I want you..” she exclaims.

While her left hand remains where it is, I can feel her left hand sliding along the skin of my flank; slowly approaching my rump and her final destination. Her fingers sliding along the crack, from the small of my back and down towards the orifice.

As tight as I may be, under her influence, but I could not have prevented the tip of her index-finger from slipping in, into me from behind.

“Ooo-ooo-oooh, ooo-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooo-oooh!” I exclaim, in excitement; as her finger is slipping into me.

Once the finger had entered, the rest of the hand soon follows; sliding in effortlessly, only causing me to contract even further.

Of course, I enjoy the sensation of her hand; inside me, as she is moving it. She had made me tight, to contract firmly around her like never before; so I can sense the hand acutely, as it moves in further and further. Just that it isn’t really her hand, as such that is exciting me in the first place.

She is indulging in the tease, exploring just how tight I am; exposing me, to the effect of how elastic I am.

In the end, she is pulling the hand out of me; moving it back to its original position on my hip.

From here, I can sense her taking her place behind me; kneeling, in order to place her lips onto the intended position. She parts her lips, slightly; opening me up, just enough for her tongue to enter.

I feel the tip of her tongue, as it slips out and enters me from behind; as she is lapping at me.

I gasp; just as the tongue escapes her mouth, slipping into me.

With each flip of her tongue, she is driving me crazy. I find it exciting.

Why? How?

Yet, she is persisting, lapping away at me; her tongue, slipping in and out, as she is caressing the rim of my orifice in her own way.

I am hers, to do with as she desire.

If this is what she is desiring, who am I to complain?

A second, following the next; minute by minute, as she is lapping inside me.

While I am tight, I soon find myself contracting further; with each instant, as I grow more and more excited.

“How? Why?” I ponder; “This should not be possible...” is the end of the train of thought.

The next instant, I have the orgasm crushing down upon me.

Once the first orgasm had hit me, it is followed by another, and another, and another. Like clock-work, they hit me like a ton of bricks, from the top of a very tall sky scraper. (Like Lightning, from the over-excited Thunder head.) The regular intervals, as the next contraction follows the first with just a second in between.

I collapse, unconscious and unresponsive; where I stand, both hands bonded to the frame of the door between the bed rooms.

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Waking up, Bound and Bonded: 4

Author's Note

Ms. "Rarity"'s POV

Next Chapter: My Turn

Waking up, Bound and Bonded: 4

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As I come to, I find myself on the bed; resting, but exhausted. I am burning with the excess of love she had supplied me with, is supplying me with.

How long had I been stuck in the position, in the threshold; how long had I been laying on the bed, unconscious? I had no idea, and none is to say.

Hours had past, but at least I am still here. Had I been missed? Who had broken the bonds, holding me in place? Who had carried me over to this bed, short as the distance may be.

I barely hear the sounds, of the girl entering the room; Squee slowly stepping up to the bed, sliding down onto the bed with me.

I feel her pressing her lips onto mine, gently; parting her lips and her tongue is slipping out, and into my mouth.

Just enough, no more than an inch if even that much.

In the process, I find my lips parting with hers; now contracting, as she is stimulating me. Teasing me, as she is exploring.

While I fail to notice; realizing that she had extracted the anal and vaginal tubes, respectively. Yet, I am finding myself wet, all the same. Was it part of the features she had requested, as she summoned me; or is it adaptations acquired, under the influence and exposure to what had happened?

For now, I choose to believe that it is the excitement; as she is still with me, even after this long.

It is my choice, and I choose to let it be because of her.

Why shouldn’t it be?

“This, feels so good..” I mouth, but not a sound is escaping my lips; yet she is reacting, as if she had heard me.

Well, but why not?

What I could not see, while my eyes are closed; what I could not see before, but somehow I sense her being in the room. Is it just the Love she is emanating; or, had she formed a bond to me while I was still unconscious? She is there, and I can no longer ignore it, or look away; I sense her, I feel her warm body.

Once the bond had been established, it can not be broken; once I had acknowledged and accepted the bond to her, I can no longer ignore it as if it had never been there. I sense her, as if I had seen her before me; as if it had been midday, even if the room is stark black.

There is no denying.

My rump, is her toy; to play with and fondle as she pleases. I can not deny it, even if I stay ignorant of it for now; but I know she will be claiming what is rightfully hers, and I will be enjoying it. How could I not, after everything she had already done for me?

There are reasons, why I should never consume as much Love as she had offered me; I am melting like a soft rubber doll, my core slowly changing as if I had been placed into her mold. I can not voice protest, more than I am actually consciously aware of it happening. Maybe it is for the better, after all.

She had named me Rarity, and that is who I am; who I am becoming, as I slowly lose the chance of changing into someone else. While my body will remain as is, permitting me to blend in with my sisters; but I am forever locked in place, I will remain Rarity. it is too late to revert, even if I could save what little is left of my choices.

With the insertions of the tubes in fresh memory, hazy as my memory may be; considering the situation, I had found myself in. As if it is a location, within me; not in the room I had been placed.

She had inserted the tubes into my orifices, bonded them and lubricated me; before she had reinforced these bonds: once, twice and thrice. Just as she had incited me, convinced me within the confines of the service I was offering her: I had engaged my suction, my suction-cups; before she had bonded my hands and feet onto the frame of the door.

I had been bonded within the threshold. While bonded, I had been the door; she had stepped in and out, while within the play. The play had followed her script and I had played my part; enjoying the role assigned to me, as she had the lead role directing my every action.

Since I had confirmed, I was offering her only what I could take part in; I had given her free rein, to do what she wanted to. She had enjoyed, what I stood to offer her; in turn, I had enjoyed what she stood to offer me.

How much could she change me, how much had she in fact been able to change me in the process; I have no idea, and since I had been changed I can no longer say. She had designed my body, and I had leaped to the offer; within the role, I had played her part.

Just that I had been out, for an undetermined amount of time; with free rein, she did as she pleased. As I came to, I found myself on the bed, but how much had I changed in the process?

“Who am I?” if one may ask; “Rarity” came the inevitable and definite response.

“Who is Rarity?” if one may ask; “Rarity is the property, of Miss Squee!” comes the response.

If the line of questions continue, but this is still the sum of the worth that will come out of the inquiries.

Bonding me within the threshold had changed my body; even if I can’t recognize it; but if I were to watch the original request, I would have recognized the changes. I am no longer her.

I had changed, she had changed me, with the tubes inserted into me, as she had bonded them into me and exposed me to the effects of them; I had been exposed, far too long not to be corrupted by her influences.

While I had been bonded, she had influenced me beyond the wildest of dreams; the changes are reaching further then the mere personality and my desires, I have become hers.

While I am not aware of it, largely because I had been unconscious at the time; she had extracted each of the tubes she had inserted into my orifices; yet now their effects are still influencing me, as if they had still been inside of me coating me internally.

Her lips still pressed tightly against mine, slightly parted; her tongue slid in between my lips, and my tongue slids in between her slightly parted lips. Her tongue is an inch into my mouth, slowly lolling in and out, in and out. As her tongue is lolling in my mouth, I find myself growing excited; with each of the tongue’s movements, I find myself inadvertently growing more excited and closer to the impossible contraction and the orgasm it is.

My lips, my mouth, my tongue and my throat are all wet like my vagina; but so is my rump. Moment by moment, minute by minute; I am pushed closer and closer to the contraction, and after about ten minutes it is hitting me.

However, while she is kissing me, I can also feel the tips of her fingers; playing, teasing the rim of my anal orifice. I had already accepted this, just as she had demonstrated just how enjoyable I had found it before; now I can no longer reject it, or the joy and excitement she is eliciting in the process of the action.

I had not been prepared for it, I could never have been prepared for what she had in mind for me; but she had played me like a fiddle, and I had enjoyed what came out of it. Now, I am bound by the effects of it.

She had conditioned me, to experience the wetness as enjoyable; thus teasing the wet orifice is exciting me, beyond my control. It is exciting, and thus gives me the response to the stimulation expected from it. I am enjoying it; because it feels good, there is no point in questioning it and I had given it up to her.

As a Changeling, I am assuming her preferred form; thus I am reacting in the manner, she had conditioned me to react. Even if it still is unaccustomed; to experience these contractions, as it is my mouth hit by the orgasm.

Being on my back, while she is on top of me; she had placed me under her control, but I had accepted it on the unconscious level right beside her. At first, she had left my hands resting along my body; but apparently, she had other ideas for me. Ideas, she intends to explore with me; exposing me, to who and what I am becoming.

“If you lift your hands up, to rest beside your shoulders..” she is mouthing with her lips still pressed tightly against mine, with her tongue still in my mouth.

I comply; bending my elbows, soon finding my hands by the side of my shoulders, still comfortable.

“There..” she mouths; “There, there; perfect; if only you turn the palms of your hands down, so you can feel the surface of the quilt?” she now incites me.

As I comply, I find the act only too easy; and the smooth quilt soon touch the palms of my right and left hand, respectively.

“You are pressing the hands close to your shoulders; spreading your fingers, as wide as possible?” she inquires.

“Oh..” I sigh; “yes.. yes, yes..” I respond, complying eagerly.

“Hold on..” she mouths; “you have suction?” she continues, spurring me on; “engage the suction, gently!” she concludes.

“Yes..” I sigh; “yes.. yes, yes, yes..” I respond, as I subconsciously follow her notion; “Squeak!!” is heard, as the suction is taking hold.

Only now, the palms of my hands bond to the smooth, crystal clear silicone upon which I lie.

Only now, I realize; I can not let go, and neither the suction nor the bond is under my control. My hands, firmly stuck, where they are, firmly, and securely bonded to the quilt.

I could try to pull my hands, but to no avail; but the experience and the realization just causes a spike in my excitement, where I lie under her.

My Turn: 5

Author's Note

Ms. Squee's POV

Next Chapter: Preparations

My Turn: 5

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Just as promised, she is back. I had been looking forwards to this; largely based on the excitement she had instilled within me, the first time.

Now she is following me into the girl’s room, with a few items in hand.

“I would like; for you to insert this oral tube, into your mouth!” she explains.

“Of course!” I merely respond without a thought; as I am accepting the crystal-clear oral tube, she is offering me.

“The membrane variety; it is almost looking like a regular condom, to me!” I realize with excitement.

I slip it in, between slightly parted lips; finding it only too easy, as the tube eagerly slide in between my lips. However, it did not stop there; continuing to slide into my mouth, and inch by inch down my throat.

“Wait; I can’t even feel it, in my mouth?” I realize; while the tube slides into my mouth, with comfortable ease.

The tube is coating my mouth, almost as if it had just been lubrication; without restricting my mouth, or tongue.

“Since we are here, before the mirror; how about you apply the lip-liner, bonding the tube to your mouth?” she is suggesting, in excitement.

I just nod, as I am accepting the offered lip-liner. Drawing a line along the rim of my upper lip, from the right to left; then the rim of my lower lip from the left to right. As the line is connecting the circuit, the bond is effectively in place.

“There you go, Miss; beautiful, simply beautiful!” she offers sincerely.

“Lip-gloss?” she offers, as she holds up the item before me.

I accept the offered product, applying it onto my lips; from the right to left on my upper lip, and from the left to right on my lower lip. As I am applying the lip-gloss to my lips, I feel the slippery and wet lubricant coating my lips and spreading into my mouth and down my throat.

“Curious, I am feeling wet; the lip-gloss is making me excited!” I realize, as the lubrication is propagating into my mouth.

I am giggling, in excitement; but no sound is escaping my lips.

“I would like, for you to use this lip-liner, again!” she now instructs me; passing the pencil, but with the other side.

I accept it, with a nod; complying, as I am repeating the process all over again. I feel the tube tightening up a bit, in the process; as I perform the task, reinforcing the bonding and thus integrating the tube more intimately.

“Could you apply a second line, please!” she is instructing me; and I am eagerly complying, in excitement.

I can feel the tube tightening further; but this time, I can also feel increasing wetness from the lubricating lip-gloss I had been applying a moment earlier. While it is slippery and wet, it does feel a bit of an oily sleekness to it.

“You are exposing yourself to the first hint of the effect of the wet lubricant; this is, while you will be experiencing increasing excitement and excitability!” she is explaining.

“I certainly am feeling excited; but she already knew this, based on what she is doing with me!” I ponder, nodding confirmation to what she had just told me.

“Now, if you would apply the third and final application with the lip-liner; and we can continue, towards finishing your make-up for the occasion!” she incites, and I nod vigorously, eagerly complying.

Naturally, I draw the line along the rim of my lips; exactly as I had, the previous two times. I had integrated the tube completely in the process, just as the lubrication presented as a mere lip-gloss now is saturating my lips perfectly.

“Lift up your right hand, and extend the index-finger; before you place the tip of the finger on your lower lip, to get a fix on how it feels!” she is instructing me, and I eagerly comply.

“Oh!” I exclaim, but still not a sound escape my lips.

The first experience; but the first I realize, is just how slippery and wet my lips are. As I persist; I find my lip smooth, yet highly elastic; almost, as if my lips had been turned into smooth and soft silicone, coated with the lubrication I had been instructed to apply to my lips.

However, I do feel the tip of my finger on my lower lip as well; as I am pressing the tip of the finger, ever so gently.

In the process, my lips forms a small oh around the tip of my finger; as my mouth starts to contract, causing Rarity to react.

“There, there; that should be enough, for you to get a grasp!” she points out, making me retract the finger, before I realize the extent of my induced instinctive reaction.

While I had place the tip of my finger, on my lower lip; she had put the lip-liner back, while she is extracting an eye-liner. Now she is offering me the glossy black lip-liner; in the form of a pencil, almost identical to the lip-liner I had been using a mere moment before.

“If you could use this, drawing a line just over your upper eye-lid, and below your lower eye-lid, please?” she offers, generously; “I imagine; you would want to look your best, for the occasion!” she explains, with a beautiful smile on her face.

I draw a line, from the inner corner of the eye, to the outer corner; as I am following the short hairs of my eye-lids: right and left, upper and lower respectively as she had been indicating. Of course, it is easier to start from the inner corner of the eye, drawing the line outwards.

She is accepting the eye-liner, as she is passing me a brush she indicates for me to apply the eye-shadows with. I apply the shadows, in the same manner I had applied the eye-liner with; maybe it had just felt natural, or perhaps it is something she had indicated wordlessly. She is observing me, as I carefully apply the shadow; painting the eye-lid from the eye-lid and upwards, leaving the eye-lid with a silver metallic and highly glossy surface. Had I placed my finger on it, it would have felt as if I had applied a silvery film of silicon; more than just painting it with silvery dust, I assume the shadow should have been. Not to say, the shadow saturates the skin of the eye-lid; before I move over to apply the next shadow.

Once I had finished, applying the eye-shadows, she is accepting the brush; handing me the eye-liner, once more.

“Just a small detail!" she informs me, as she is producing a black mascara; instructing me how to apply it, expecting me to apply it as instructed.

I nod, quite vigorously in ascent; as I accept the product, as well as the instructions she had given me.

Starting at the very root of the eye-lashes, slowly curling the short hairs up onto the brush; then pulling at the brush as I continue to twirl the hairs further and further in the process of drawing the brush outwards and upwards.

“Now, if you complete it; by applying the eye-liner once more?” she is suggesting, insisting that I am following her instructions as precisely as I would have, when I am crafting my suits. (Well; I am Rarity, after all.)

I accept the eye-liner and the instructions that came with it; applying the black line, along the rim of the eye-lashes one at the time. Of course, unbeknownst to me; I had sealed the effect of the eye-shadow, as I reinforce the bond I had been applying mere minutes before.

Once, twice and thrice; I am applying the eye-liner.

With each application, I bind the makeup deeper and deeper; leaving both the shadow and the mascara, firmly into place.

“Looking good!” I ponder, as I am looking into the mirror.

“Just one small detail..” she whispers, seductively into my ear; “this secondary eye-liner should complete your make-up!” she proposes, as she is presenting me with a white eye-liner, intended to be applied along the eye-lashes.

“Yes, but of course.." I nod; as I am accepting the proffered article, whereupon I apply the eye-liner between the eye-lash and the eye.

I notice, how the white eye-liner matches the colour of my eyes; blurring the line between the eye-lashes and my eyes, making my eyes appear to be slightly larger. (Even if I fail to realize, what its hidden effect will be for me, when she is choosing to make the move and take advantage of it.)

“Just a bit touching up on the make-up, can make a girl feeling like an appreciated Lady; I hope you feel sure of yourself, so you can enjoy what I have to offer you!” she prompts; both with a promise, and a flair of reassurance to me.

I just nod.

If her choices of colours had been unexpected, I do appreciate the result and appearance. Is it the surprise, or had she hit something deeper within me; hidden, under expectations that may be unrealistic?

“Right this way, please..” she begins.

Preparation: 6

Author's Note

Ms. Squee's POV

Next Chapter: Squee's Date

Preparation: 6

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“Right this way, please..” she begins; “your make-up is complete and quite beautiful!” she adds.

With a nod, I follow her out of the girl’s room; then following her back to the bed-room, where she will help me with the rest of the preparations for what she had in mind for me. I smile, eager and excited.

She is beaming a bright smile against me, as she is leading me into the first of the two bed-rooms; obviously proud, of how well I am taking to the make-up. While I had done all the physical work, she had guided my hand; giving me the products in turn, as she had picked the colours of each in turn.

I had been winking, at her; my eyes fluttering, like the wings of a butterfly. I could not quite help myself, though I guess I barely am aware of doing it. She did not say, and she did not let on; as if doing so, would break the spell.

Well, maybe it could have?

She had known my complexion, carefully picking the colours to match; helping me, creating the beauty, my face had become. It is all, in matching the colours; based on the complexion, and the shape of my face. Sounds simple? Yet, perfection can never be achieved. Can it?

Either way; I am happy with the result, and confident enough to show my face in public.

She had led me into the room, and I am facing the inner wall; while she is standing behind me, her head foll of ideas and plans for this occasion. Even if some of these may stretch well beyond the day and the occasion.

I will learn, of what she is having in mind shortly. In due time. Because; she had not said, and she is not letting on. Not now, and not quite yet.

I am under the impression, she will not say; leaving me to enjoy the moment, as she is savouring the surprise. Intending, not to spoil it, so that I can enjoy it to the fullest.

Well, but why not?

“Spread your legs, please; bend over, then extend your hands with your palms forwards..” she instructs me, placing the palm of her right hand on the small of my back, just as I start leaning forwards.

“Spread your legs more, more, more..” she continues, cooing; “Lean forwards, further, further, further..” she continues, as the hand on my back slowly guides me further and further.

I smile; excitedly, in expectation of what I am awaiting.

With both my feet facing forwards, roughly too feet apart; I find the palms of my hands touching the floor, as she is guiding me forwards.

“There..” she is cooing, in excitement; her hand still on the small of my back, carefully pressing down just a bit further.

With my legs spread, I can reach the floor with comfortable ease; my hands resting firmly on the floor, arms outstretched straight down before me.

In following her instructions, I consent to what she is about to do next; even if I had not known, but it had obviously been implied beforehand. She had let me insert the oral tube and apply the make-up; because I can do it proficiently myself, knowing I will be appreciating and enjoying the offer. Of course I do. Why shouldn’t I?

While I had done it to her, for her; enjoying the application, as she had offered herself to me. Now she is returning the favour; permitting me to explore the sensations and experience, firsthand.

“Now, if I may!” she explains; choosing the anal tube for my benefit, before she is inserting it into me.

I feel it entering, just as she had experienced it earlier; as I had guided it into her, not too long ago. Before, or just after breakfast; wasn’t it?

The thin membrane tube slides in, inch by inch; I can feel it as it continues to slide in, roughly Pi inches in. However, it continues to slide in further and further; until it is reaching its full length, coating me inside.

She is picking up the pencil looking like a lip-liner , or possibly an eye-liner; drawing the line along the rim of the anal tube inserted into me, all the way around until the circuit had been completed and the tube is bonded into me. I feel a shift in sensitivity, as the bond is taking place; then it is fused to my flesh, integrated into my anatomy as if it had always been a part of me.

Now she is picking up the lubrication, as she had placed the pencil on my nightstand; carefully applying the lube, permitting me to feel the wet and slippery sensation it offers.

As the lubrication is coating the inside, I feel wet; a familiar wetness, even if it is in a very unfamiliar place. However, I do not permit this dissonance get to me; enjoying the excitement, induced by the supplied wetness she had administered.

Now she is once more picking up the pencil, she had used to bond the tube; turning it around, before she puts the tip of it at the very edge of the bonded tube. I feel the tip of the pencil, as she is drawing the line; closing the circuit, thus strengthening the bond. I feel the tube tightening up, just as I had felt it; as I had experienced this before; when I inserted the oral tube, between my lips. I had performed the entire process myself. Inserting, bonding, lubricating and then reinforced the bond: once, twice and thrice.

As I feel the effect taking hold, she is taking a step back, before she is repeating the process a second time; drawing the line, closing the circuit and thus reinforcing the bond once more.

I feel the tube tightening up, once more; as I find myself growing wet, as I am exposed to the first influence of the lube coating my flesh.

She is once more applying the bond, now for the third and final time; making the tube tighten up further, as the lubrication slowly saturates the flesh inside. As the tube is completely integrated into me, the lube is acting as if it had been applied directly to my skin; not as if it had been coating the tube, inserted into me.

“There...” she coos; lifting her right hand up and extends the index-finger, placing the tip of the finger at the rim of my orifice.

“How is that?” she inquires; Feels good, doesn’t it?” she continues; as she is sliding the tip of her finger, teasing me and my sensitivity in the process.

I find myself slowly contracting, around the tip of her finger; as my lips forms an oh, and I sigh.

She continues teasing me, knowing how I feel; just to have me explore the experience for a few minutes.

“Why, oh why..” I mouth; “oh, oh, oh!” I sigh.

“Delicious..” she mouths, as she is picking up on my emotions; informing her of my state of mind, indicating what I think of her current handiwork.

I love, what she is doing to me; she knows it, as certainly as if I had been doing this to her. As if she had not enjoyed it, as I did this to her; just as she knows, just how much I love it now.

While I notice how my contraction is easing up, ever so slowly; but I had been made aware of what she had done, and the effect is that I instinctively connect this wetness to the excitement it is representing for me. (and her, of course!) I am still wet, just as wet as I had been before; the wetness will not subside, and I know it. There is no escape, no escaping it; I am wet, and I will be remaining so indefinitely.

The experience had excited me, is exciting me, will be exciting me; I enjoy it, as she is waiting for me.

As the contraction is subsiding, I find myself relaxing; yet the excitement remains, just as I stay slippery and soaking wet. Somehow, it feels good and reassuring; in ways I can not quite put a finger on, or put words to. Maybe this is, for the better.

As I relax, I regain most of the control, self-control; I can contract and dilate at will, but exactly how well and how much control is up to explore later.

“There..” she coos; “I guess it is time, to move forwards; to step up, continue with the next tube!” she offers.

I wordlessly urge her to continue; to insert the next tube, slipping the vaginal tube into me, just as she had intended. While not strictly necessary, but it will balance my emotions better.

Once she had extracted the vaginal tube, for my benefit, I feel the tip touching the petals of my orchid, slowly sliding in into me. I could have protested, or tried to reject it; but I had accepted the offer, permitting her to insert the tube as she sees fit. She gently slide it in, inch by inch; before she is retracting her hand, while the tube continues to slide into me further and further.

While I may feel only the first Pi inches, still knowing it is continuing further beyond this; stretching all the way inside, coating and covering me all the way in to the bottom of my womb. As opposed to the previous two tubes, there is nothing holding this tube back; thus is continues unhindered, all the way inside. It does not prevent me, or change anything just yet.

I feel the tip of the pencil, as it is touching the edge of the tube; while she draws the line all the way, then closing the circuit and the bond is taking hold. The tube is bonding to my flesh. I can not pull it out, but why would I possibly want to do that?

She is once more applying lubrication, this time to the petals of my orchid; causing the lubrication to propagate inside of me, further and further inch by inch. In mere minutes, the entire tube is covered and coated; leaving me wet, excited in the process.

She picks up the pencil, drawing the line along the rim of the vaginal tube inserted into me; closing the circuit, thus strengthening and reinforcing the bond. I feel the tube tightening up, as a reaction; while I can guess, I am tightening up around the tube just as much. The tube is starting to blend in with the flesh.

She is repeating the process, reinforcing the bond; causing the tube to contract further, as I am starting to find myself wet.

With the third and final application, the process is complete; the bond fully integrating the vaginal tube into me, my flesh. I feel the tube contracting once more, as I find myself growing wet; as the tube is completely integrated into me, the lubrication thus saturating the inside of my vagina and all the way up into my womb.

Once she had placed the pencil on the nightstand, she moves her right hand up between my legs; extending the index-finger, placing the tip over the petals of my orchid. As the tip of her finger is touching me, slowly moving over the petals of my orchid, she is confirming what I had suspected or already known. I am wet, slippery.

In the process, I find myself contracting; in response to her teasing and stimulation, in expectation of what is to come next.

Only now, she is raising her left hand, extending the index-finger; placing the tip of the finger on the top of my rear orifice. As she caress the outer rim of the orifice, I find myself contracting once more; as she continues to tease me, confirming that the sensations are identical.

“Whoa!!” I exclaim; “That, that, that is curious; but I can’t help but enjoy it as I find it very exciting, even if I had not even liked the notion before!” I realize.

“While there is one more item to attend to, I will let you explore this realization; as well as the sensations, it is eliciting!” she explains, while she continues to tease me from behind.

However, she is retracting the right hand from my orchid; while the left hand remains, as she continues to caress me. With each instant, she is caressing me; I find myself contracting further, and the intensity growing more and more profound and emphasized. I can not help myself, I am growing excited; as I am losing the control of my contraction completely, but she persists for several minutes further.

While it is scary, I just can not help myself; finding it even more exciting, only making me all the more excited in the process.

My knees tremble, my elbows tremble; then the unthinkable happens, and I experience the first sign of the oncoming orgasm.

My mouth forms a capital oh, in shock and excitement; and the orgasm finally hits me like a ton of bricks from the top of a very tall sky-scraper.

First now, she is pulling back; retracting the hand, as she is standing behind me.

She is observing me, my reaction; as I experience the effects of what she had exposed me to, where I stand on all fours. Exposed. Proud. I do not back down, but enjoy what she had so generously given me.

“I did not think, you had that in you; did you, Miss Squee?” she inquires; as I remain, firmly in place.

I say nothing, remaining unresponsive; lost for words, while I am riding out the experience.

I feel hot. I remain wet, soaking; but not a single drop shed.

“You should not stand up, on your own..” she merely concludes; “so I will help you, up onto the bed!” she explains.
I remain in place, unmoving; my eyes closed, leaving my room dark.

A moment later, she is taking a step forwards; extending her hands, placing them on my waist with delicate and loving care. She takes another step, forwards; sliding her hands over the sides of my body, until I feel her hands in my arm-pits.

With a firm grip, and her feet securely just behind the heels of my right and left foot; she pulls me up on my feet, holding me up in a securely standing position.

I can feel her large breasts, as she holds me close to her belly; before she takes the first step, towards the bed before me. She takes another step, and another, and another; finally standing beside the bed, where she intends to deposit me.

I am breathing hard, panting rapidly; not quite exhausted, but overtaken by the unexpected experience and the sensations I had been exposed to.

As she is letting go of me, I lie on my back; resting comfortably on the bed, as she continues to observe me in growing excitement. She takes a step back, leaning up against the wall; waiting for me to come back to myself.

My breath is slowing as I am relaxing, just as I am finding myself relaxed, as the stimulation grows more and more distant in time. Only once I breathe normally, does she once more approach me; picking the final tube, intended for my belly button. What it is for, I have no idea. Beats me. But what do I care? Right now, I am still relaxing, enjoying the afterglow; even if that afterglow feels red-hot like iron pulled out of the furnace in preparation for tempering.

Am I the sword, tempered into shape; hardened and sharpened, in preparation for that sword’s master?

I still can not help myself, enjoying the moment; even if part of the situation still escapes me, but maybe that is due to what I had just experienced?

I can see the Pi inch, crystal clear tube in her hand; as she moves it over, slowly inserting it into my empty and awaiting belly button. The tube slides in, a little bit at the time; inch by inch, until my belly button had swallowed its entire length, up to the hilt.

“How was that even possible?” I ponder, in stark realization; “I thought, that tube had been too big; to fit in, into the space of my belly button!” I then continue.

With the tube in place, inserted into my belly button; she picks up the pencil, drawing a line along the outer rim of the clear silicon the tube had been made out of. As the circuit had been closed, the bond is taking hold; the tube is blending into my flesh, just as it had been intended.

Instead of lubrication, she is picking a different product; but she is still applying a clear gel into the new orifice the belly button had become, caressing it in. The gel propagates, over the surface of the tube; all the way in, just as intended.

“Curious..” I mumble, but no sound is escaping my lips.

“Such is the experience, the first time; but you will get used to it, over time with further exposure!” she explains.

“Oh..” I mouth.

“Rest up, so you can stand on your own two feet; before I can help and guide you, dressing up for the fun..” she merely explains, indicating that something is planned for the rest of the day.

Of course it is, why had I not thought of that before? I should have realized it. Why else, had she placed such effort in my make-up?

Some undetermined time later, I slide my feet off of the bed; sitting up comfortably on the bed.

“If you can stand up, I want you to dress up; because I had intended, for the two of us to go out..” she explains.

Now I notice, how she had moved over to the wardrobe; opening the doors to one of them, while I am raising to my feet. I take a few steps towards her, while she is selecting the ensemble for me. As I am effectively nude, I need to put on clothes; before I can go out, into the public. I had realized as much, already.

“For the occasion, I would suggest that you wear black underwear; as comfortable as your red once may be, but this would be more appropriate!” she explains; as she is extracting a pair of panties, fitting me right now.

“She would know my size, based on what I had been wearing to bed!” I realize, as I am accepting the panties she is offering.

I am stepping into the panties, right and left; putting my feet down, before I pull them all the way up. Only affording a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; in order to ascertain they sit on just right.

“Oh..” I mouth; “Feels comfortable enough!” I mouth.

While the skirt is indeed tight; it is also elastic enough, to let me move freely enough for me to walk, unhindered. This skirt had been designed for me to wear, based on the panties I wore all night; so conveniently enough, it is actually sliding into perfectly without prompt.

“Oh?” I mouth.

She just snickers, as she observes my expression.

“Here..” she offers; as she hands me the newly extracted blouse-top, she had chosen for me.

“Thank you..” I respond, mouthing the words; while I accept the latest piece of the ensemble, she had picked for me to wear.

I slip my hands in, through the sleeves right and left; pulling it tighter around myself, before I start buttoning it up one button at the time. I had started with the first button, all the way down; continuing to the last one, all the way up just under my chin. A bit strict, maybe; but this blouse-top demands this out of me, for this occasion. Or, that is my impression; I am running with it, and Rarity is not complaining or stopping me. Why should she?

“If you had invited a guest, you would have been appropriately dressed up; but since we are going out, you will be needing these..” she informs me, as she is extracting a pair of knee-long toe-stockings, handing them over to me, and I eagerly accept them.

“Black..” I ponder; “and semi-translucent!” I mouth, as I am lifting my right foot, slipping it into the stocking.

My foot eagerly slides all the way down: as the stocking swallows it only too willingly; so I can feel my toes slide into the correct positions, before I set my foot down and lift up my left foot in turn. Now I am repeating the process, soon to find myself standing on my own two feet; with the only difference, I am now wearing the stockings she had just offered me.

The stocking proudly stay up, as if I had been wearing a garter-belt to hold them up. These stockings are just as tight, as my other garments; adding a complimentary flare, lending my legs that highly effeminate look that is to die for. Not to say; that I did not have an effeminate appearance, before.

“These should be perfectly you..” she exclaims, as she is offering me a pair of long gloves; which I am accepting, without a thought.

As I slide my right hand in, the experience is identical, to how it had felt to slide my feet into the stockings. However, I can see my fingers bare; proudly showing off the inch-long, semi-square, crystal-clear nails and the bright cerise and highly sensitive touch pads reaching from the final joint of each finger and all the way up to the nail.

Furthermore, I have a silver-metallic suction-cup covering the entire palm of my hand. Not exactly industrial strength, but enough to be fun to play around with; or, at least so I figure.

“There, now we can go out in style..” she proclaims; “If you follow me down, to the cloaking room; so we can get going, and have some fun!” she offers.

With that, she is closing the door to the wardrobe, turning her back on it completely; before she walks up to the door, lifting her right hand and extends it palm up towards the plaque. As she is spreading her fingers, wide; the door opens and she is stepping out of the room. I follow her, just a step behind; the door is closing behind me, just as I had cleared the threshold and Rarity leads me down the flight of stairs.

I follow her through the living room and she is once more extending her right hand; opening the door and I step through a mere step behind her once more.

“Since we are going out, we can’t just step out barefoot; socks or stockings does not count, we need stylish shoes too!” she explains.

“Of course..” I merely agree, waiting for her to suggest what to wear.

“These; Crescent Moon, should be right up your alley?” she inquires.

“Interesting..” I ponder; “Equine?” I inquire, nodding and accepting her choice.

“We do have the Bovine and Cervine varieties to choose from, if you feel like trying them out?” she inquires.

“For today, I go with these; but I guess I will have to try your options to, particularly the Cervine looks interesting!” I respond.

I lift my right foot, slipping it right into the boot; putting the hoof down, as my foot is all the way in. Now I am repeating the process; only to find myself standing on my own two hooves. Naturally, I had been watching and observing Rarity; while she had been stepping into her very own boots, coincidentally the same model.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I walk over to the door, where she is currently waiting for me.

I watch her lifting her hand, once more; pressing the palm of her right hand onto the plaque, only to spread her fingers in order to open the door. The door eagerly slides up, granting us access to the hall outside the cloaking room; then I follow Rarity in the direction towards the elevator, where Ellie the Waitress is awaiting us.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard; as Rarity walks towards the elevator-door, with me in tow a mere step behind.

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Squee’s Date: 7

Author's Note

Ms. Squee's POV

Next Chapter: Busted

Squee’s Date: 7

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“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as we are approaching the door to the elevator.

“Greetings; Rarity and Squee!” Ellie exclaims, as we approach the door to her domain.

As Ellie is greeting the two of us, the twin doors are sliding right up; granting us access to the elevator, Rarity steps into the octagonal space with me in tow.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as Ellie steps in and the doors are closing behind her.

Since I can not see the other side of the room, I am escaping the trap; provided by the cramped nature of an elevator, even to one not directly suffering claustrophobia in the first place.

Had I noticed it, and merely ignored it, back then; but now I notice my hooves are a bright cerise, matching the colour of my touch-pads. The shoes under each hoof, a golden hue; glistering, as if polished for a show. The silicone in place of leather is a bloody metallic red, matching the general colour-set of my ensemble. But of course, it had been a matching set; if these colours do not work together, the ensemble would simply collapse.

“Where did you have in mind, for us to go?” I inquire.

“The top of the world Cafe, should be just right for this occasion!” Rarity responds.

“Sounds exciting!” I respond.

“Yes, Squee..” Ellie responds; “It certainly is; and the view is to die for, but it is a bit far up..” she snickers.

“Apparently, she could hear me, even as I am mute now?” I ponder.

“It’s just a mile, up; last time I checked..” Rarity is informing me, with a tirade of snickers.

“Whoa?” I mouth, giggling nervously.

“Whoa, indeed..” Ellie exclaims; “but it’s a fitting name! Considering; and I guess you can enjoy having your head, among the clouds?” she inquires.

I just nod, in obvious bemusement.

Just as before, Ellie is maintaining an even one G acceleration all the way up to the half-way mark; after which she switches to an even one G deceleration to stop at the exact point of the door. Just so smoothly, I had not even noticed it.

Since we had reached the destination, the doors slide up with a ping; then we spill out into the hall on the top floor, on our way to the cafe. While we are still indoors, the air-pressure remains constant and unchanging; no matter the weather, and the elevation we are currently on. This building maintains a constant one bar of air-pressure.

With the octagonal nature of the space, and the cylindrical core supporting her elevator; she could easily trick us, not to know which side we had entered the elevator in the first place. Being a changeling herself; did not exactly hold her back, in the endeavour.

As we spilled out, I think we exit through the same door we had entered. Well, why shouldn’t I? It is the nature of an elevator; at least, as far as I knew.

Either way, we spill out into the hall, leading to a double sliding door. Behind it, lay the cafe on the top of the world; it had earned its name, in all honesty.

If I had been expecting a floor made out of highly polished black marble, a similar oak or stainless steel; I would have been gravely disappointed, because it is not what I am facing.

This is in the center of a Changeling’s Hive, not a traditional sky scraper. The fact that I am not aware of it; changes exactly nothing, I have no right to complain or whine about this.

Of course; what would possibly give me or anyone else the right to whine, in the first place? It is not my building, or property; I am a mere guest, who had accepted to stay here for a short time. While I may not have been aware of everything, but I had chosen to accept the offer, on face value in the first place.

Now, I am enjoying myself; the time I am spending here, as best I could.

Rarity does help me, enjoying myself; her company is instrumental, now as I have her company in my presence. I had not known it, as I had signed in, I could not know it back then; but now I am exploring what she can do for me, in order for me to enjoy the stay here. Short as it may be.

Not to say, she does not enjoy my stay; I dare to say, she is enjoying it Royally with me. I am by her side now, and I intend to stay there.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” I hear the squeaks of my hooves, as I continue along the hall.

As I continue, I have Rarity by my side; the light from outside is growing in intensity, as we continue towards the sliding doors. Of course, they had installed a pair of twin sliding doors here. Why shouldn’t they?

Since I had come through the elevator, Ellie guiding me; the door is instantly recognizing me, even before I had even approached these doors. They eagerly slide up, as I am within Pi feet from the doors; I step out and they close behind me. While Ellie had returned to her duty, managing and navigating the elevator; Rarity remains by my side, as if she had been glued to me.

For some reason, non care that I am holding Rarity by the braid behind her back; they don’t even bat an eye, or give any other sign of even looking.

However, a Waitress is approaching me; a mere minute, after we had entered the cafe.

“How may I serve you?” the Waitress inquires.

This girl is looking identical to Ellie, and all the other staff; with the one distinction, her uniform. Apparently her ensemble is the colour of pure Gold.

“I should have realized it..” I mouth.

I just muse, and she is smiling at me.

“A table, for two would be nice..” I offer, momentarily forgetting all about being mute.

“A table for two, but of course..” she responds;”anything special, you had in mind?” she then inquires.

“I imagine, she would feel most comfortable; if she could be plopping down onto her seat. I would enjoy a chair; with softly hugging cushions, if possible?” I suggest.

“Yes, Squee; that would indeed be most comfortable..” Rarity responds; “Any chance, you have the table on the second floor?” she then continues, clarifying the situation.

“Right this way, Miss Squee and Lady Rarity..” the Waitress is offering, as she is leading us towards the table awaiting us.

I had not thought of it, but it seems I had been updated; from Miss to Miss Squee, by my Lady Rarity of the room service. How, or why; I do not know, but I don’t really care. Maybe Miss Squee is better, for the purpose of familiarity anyway.

Who would know, or keep track of how many were signing in under the name of Miss, at any given time, or overall? Miss, Mister; Lady or any such name is easy to invoke; when you sign in, anonymously, by choice or just by accident. Now, isn’t it? What if these were the default names, like a John or Jane Doe?

The floor upon which I had entered, is a highly glossy and elastic Latex material; patterned under Queen Chryssalis Hive. It is her formula, based upon her needs; it will hold up to her desires, as the Owner of this business.

I find a very natural footing, as I continue behind the Waitress leading up to the table, I had been requesting.

“If I enjoy this establishment; maybe I could make reservations for this table, in the future?” I ponder.

I feel the soft surface of the membrane, that is the floor under my hooves; enjoying the soft traction it lends me. Well, how could I not? While being a thin membrane, it still gives me the sensation of trotting over a soft earthen path; with the grabby surface holding each hoof in place effortlessly, and still having room for just enough traction for my comfort.

While the floor of the path between tables is black, the floor is a luscious spring green under the tables; easily imitating both the look and the feel, of stepping onto actual living grass outdoors.

After a moment, I find myself entering the slope up to the second floor of the cafe; following the Waitress over to the table, I had requested for me and Rarity.

Just plop down onto the seat; and enjoy yourself, Lady Rarity!” the waitress offers, pointing her right hand towards the preferred seat.

“Thank you, Waitress..” Rarity coos; “but call me Rarity!” she then adds.

“But of course, Rarity!" the waitress responds, eagerly.

Since this is a table for two, the seat opposite of Rarity’s is intended for me; thus I take my seat in possession, sitting down comfortably.

“Oooo-ooo-oooh!” Rarity mouths, open-mouthed, as she is plopping down.

“I take it, you enjoyed plopping down; going by your expression!” I mouth, secure in the knowledge, none of the guests would pick up on what I had stated.

Maybe, just maybe; being mute had a few advantages, with the personal I am surrounded by. Even if I am oblivious as to who and why can know what I say.

If Rarity can hear me, the entire Hives instantly knows too; if and when they request the information, when they need to know. Only the Waitress by my side cares to know.

“Yes, oh-oh-oh, yes, yes..” Rarity respond, with a semi-vacant smile on her face as she is looking at me.

“Good, good..” I respond; “I rather enjoy my seat here, as well..” I continue.

“I, oh-oh-oh..” she responds; “thought as much..” she continues.

“Coffee and cake..” I ponder; “or, tea and biscuit?” I continue, grinning widely.

“No..” I ponder; “Tea and Muffin, if that is possible?” I inquire.

“Yes, Squee..” the Waitress responds; “which blend and flavour would you prefer?” she then inquire, signifying they have a large selection to choose from.

“Is green Lime Tea available?” I inquire, and the Waitress nods; “and a regular Dessert, Blueberry and Cinnamon Muffin?” I inquire.

“She just nods; “Then I would love these, please!” I conclude.

“What would you like to have, Rarity?” the Waitress inquires.

“Normally, I would have been inclined to have a Soothie; but I am currently too full for these..” she is admitting; “I’ll just have the Tea and Muffin Squee has..” she then concludes.

Someone, in the kitchen is accessing the information pertaining our respective orders; thus the tea is already being brewed, a moment after it had been mentioned. The Muffin is selected, from a tray, a moment later; our order already being prepared, even before our personal waitress had even left our table.

While the water is boiling; the Tea-leaves are selected, then the Lemon is prepared. Two cups of tea is being prepared, while the Waitress is walking over to the kitchen on the second floor.

Why not, considering how it is improving the service at the cafe; and customer satisfaction is the name of the game, increasing the tips the Waitresses are receiving from the Patrons.

One could brew the tea today, or tomorrow; what is the difference? The tips, of course. The more expedient, and friendly the Waitress; the more Tips, she is receiving. Besides, just as the customer is preferring her Tea freshly brewed; the Waitress prefers her Love, fresh, from the satisfied customer too.

Our Waitress does not need to haste, but happily maintains a dignified measured gait on her way to the counter; where the order is already awaiting her, freshly prepared and ready to go.

She had been practicing the gait, maintaining both dignity and style; taking her from a table and back with the order, in just the right time to deliver the order in perfect condition. Haste does not improve upon product, or service; but timing and dignity makes happier customers, eager to tip well.

Since most of the customers have a pre-paid stay, in a room downstairs; money and payment is not an issue, in the first place.

Just order what you desire, knowing you will be enjoying it quite royally; you would be in the clear, no worries.

When customer satisfaction is concerned, no effort can be spared; the local is already on the top of the world, and the weather is perfect. The sun is on the sky, a frisky breeze and the atmosphere is jovial and comfortably war all day and all year around. No birds, bugs or other pests can reach the venue, ruining the experience here.

Busted

Password: Author (Bonus Material)

Busted: 8

Author's Note

Ms. Busty's POV

Next Chapter: On the Top of the World

Busted: 8

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I had just entered the cloaking room, my breasts weighing heavily on my chest; it is about six o’clock in the afternoon, and I am already tired.

The trip to the big city had not been fair, or kind to me.

However, I am surprised, at just how quick and easy the elevator trip had been; and the lady accompanying me: Ellie the Waitress had apparently managed the elevator.

I am taking my shoes and my jacket off; leaving everything I had carried with me, in the small but cozy cloaking room. I am tired. I have no energy left, at the moment. I had chosen, to trust the Hotel with what little I had been carrying with me.

With the load taken of my shoulders, I step up to the door; I lift up my right hand, extending the palm of the hand. As I press the palm onto the plaque, spreading my fingers as wide as I can; the door opens up with a swoosh, before I step into my living room. I don’t take the time, learning the layout of the room; but haste over to the next door, to my bed room. I am tired, spent; my back in pain.

“Maybe a long night’s sleep could make it all go away?” I ponder, hopefully.

I once more lift up my right hand, extending it towards the plaque by the side of my door; pressing the palm of my right hand down, spreading my fingers to see the door slide up before me.

The cozy bed room I am greeted by is fairly small, but it has everything I will be needing for the night: a bed, a bed-stand and a wardrobe. (What else could I possibly need, or wish for? I have no idea; but right now, I really do not have the energy to spare on the matter.)

I walk over to the wardrobe, where I intend to deposit my clothes, so I can change into something more comfortable to sleep in. I had opted for light clothes, supporting my bust while being reasonably presentable and no more. Why bother? My back is literally killing me; sporting a bust of F-cups.

Slipping the skirt down, is a breeze; picking it up and depositing it in a pile at the bottom of the wardrobe is however a pain. My back hurts. I have no graze now, so I will have to live with it; I had already resigned myself, in my teens. (No point, in whining now; when the race had already been lost. Is there?)

Now I am pulling the tight shirt, I had chosen for the support it is still lending me. As I pull the shirt up over my head, I start to feel the effects of the support sagging behind; I groan in pain, but manage to drop the shirt on the top of the pile that currently consists of my skirt.

In frustration, I simply rip the bra off of my chest; it would have to be washed before I could wear it again, anyway. Saving the time, may be worth it.

Before me, I have a selection of comforting tops I can wear, but all in metallic bloody red.

“Curious colour, but I think I like it..” I ponder, as I consider the unexpected colour of the garments, I have available to me.

“B-Cup” a label reads; “This seems about right for my back..” I ponder; “but it will take something for me; to get used to it, all the same!” I conclude.

“How elastic can this fabric possibly be?” I ponder, as I slip the top down over my head; affording it a few tentative tugs in order to achieve the perfect fit I desire.

Once I had slipped this top on, I feel its tightness constricting my chest; holding my bust firmly in place, far better than I had dared to imagine. Let alone, hope for.

“Oh, oh; ooh!” I groan.

“Well, maybe I can at least have a full night’s sleep now?” I mumble to myself.

I am after all alone, in this room. Small as it may be, but I could get used to it.

With the worst out of the way, I slip my panties down, reaching down and pick them up; before I place them onto the top of the pile, content to just leave them where they lie.

“I could ask for the Room service to deal with this?” I ponder.

“These panties are looking promising, to me..” I consider; “but, what is it with all these unconventional measurements and labeling?” I ponder, in overt confusion.

Since I had chosen a pair of panties, I step into them with greater ease; pulling them all the way up, affording them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

While I may not have understood exactly how and why, I need to wear these for an entire night; but apparently these should make me more comfortable the following morning. I had already experienced the support, the new top is offering me; but this does by no means explain, how or why it even works in the first place.

Both the top and the panties are as tight as one could possibly ask for, without even being uncomfortable or restricting; but how, or why I can not say. I just enjoy the comfort given, accepting it; for as long as I can hold on to it. I am still cursed with the large bust: F-cups, but at least it is slightly better now.

While the weight is still there; my breasts are firmed up and do no longer move the way they did, thus no longer aggravating the situation. My balance had been improved; but I am still tired, and my back is still aching all the same. The pain will not go away, in a minute.

“I am accepting this blessing, for all it is worth; for as long as I can hold on to it, and let go when that time comes..” I ponder.

“I should be going to bed, even if it may be early..” I ponder, just as my eyes catch the glimpse of a pair of gloves and I can’t stop myself; “These are looking good!” I realize, extracting the pair of long gloves.

“A bit tight, maybe; but I am willing to take the chance, right now..” I consider; as I am slipping my right and left hand in, pulling the gloves all the way up.

“Is there by chance a pair of matching stockings?” I mumble, just before the prayer had been answered.

I extract a pair of thigh-high toe-stockings matching in both style and hew. Slipping my right foot in; feeling the stocking swallow my foot with exaggerated eagerness; as I feel the foot slip all the way down, and my toes slide into position.

I place my foot onto the floor, before I step into the left stocking; feeling it slide down faster than I had been hoping for, and my foot then slipping into place followed by my toes following suit.

“Okay, now it is time to hit the sack!" I exclaim, still moaning in pain.

“Time to finally hit the sack..” I decide, as I turn around to face my bed; “Toe-stockings; but why would anyone even want, or need that?” I consider; “As fun as it may be!” I conclude, on my way over to the bed.

The sheet is a glossy black, and the quilt a three inch thick crystal clear. Naturally, the pillow is covered with the same black and glossy. Should I be minding? I can’t put up the effort to be bothered or care.

Now I fold the quilt up towards the wall, slipping one foot in at the time; before I find myself sitting in the bed, before I lie down and fold the quilt back over myself. I lay my head on the pillow, finding it cool; permitting me to relax, as much as my situation is permitting me to.

I lie on my back, making my best effort to relax; groaning a few more times, before sleep is finally overcoming me. While the pain had not gone away, it had been subsiding once I had put this top on; permitting me a relatively comfortable sleep, as I am laying on the bed.

I had had a few dreams, as expected; but I can not for my life recall any of what they were all about, but an image of my bust could be a clue. While my back is still soar; but not as bad as I had been expecting, the other night.

However, the top had worked its magic, and I had been blessed with a comfortably small bust; the B-cup is manageable, even if the original damage had already been done. Thus, I am still in pain.

I am still wearing each of the garments, making up the ensemble I had slipped into the other night; anything else would simply have been unthinkable.

After a moment, of consideration; I am folding up the corner of the quilt, before I am sliding my feet off of the bed. Sitting up, comfortably; I slide off of the bed, soon finding myself standing on the floor before the bed.

The door to my bed room is sliding up, and a white girl wearing a light blue Nurse uniform is stepping into the room. I can clearly see her pink hair, and blue eyes; though she is otherwise conforming to the dress code.

She is winking at me, as the door is sliding shut behind her.

“Nice to see that you had a good night’s sleep; but you need to lie down, so I can offer you a competent massage!” she points out, matter-of-fact, but still with a generous smile on her face.

“I could do that..” I agree.

“While your bust is no longer weighing heavily on you; but I need to help you out, so your back can recover as fast as possible!” she explains.

While I could not for my life recall asking for this Nurse, but I could use the offered massage.

“Okay..” I respond, ogling the girl who had just entered the room.

I had folded up the corner of the quilt, once more; before I lie down, resting comfortably.

“Now, since it is your back suffering; I need you to lay on your belly, without the pillow getting in the way!” she is explaining, still smiling at me.

I turn around, pushing the pillow out of the way; soon finding me comfortably lying on my belly, as she had instructed me.

While I had failed to notice the vacuum-bed options; which had been enabled, with the Nurse by my side.

“Since your arms are along your body, just slide them out enough for me to reach everything..” she instructs me, and I am complying.

“There.. perfect!” she confirms, as she is accessing the control, engaging the suction, actively making the bed into the vacuum-bed she requires.

A moment later, I am secured in the pose required.

“There.. just relax..” she coos; “and I will tend to your back, momentarily!” she explains.

As the vacuum is established, I am still; relaxing, as I am held in the ideal position. She is standing beside and behind me; placing the palms of her hand on the small of my back. I feel the warmth, releasing a sigh.

“There..” she announces; “Now I can get to the root of your current problem!” she informs me.

“Oh..” I respond.

“Since I can see, that you are relaxed now; I just need to apply a hint of gel, to the massage I am to apply to your poorly abused back..” she points out; “while I can see the cause of your issue, I just can’t fathom why it has been permitted to linger for this long!” she sighs.

She is producing the prescribed gel; uncapping the tube, before she is applying the first portion into her left hand. Once she had capped the tube, momentarily putting the tube away; she is rubbing her hands for a moment, before she is placing her hands on the small of my back.

“Ooo-o-o-o-ooh!” I sigh, as I feel the gentle touch of the palms of her hands placed on my back.

I distinctly feel her hands sliding up my back, before she is pulling her hands all the way up to my neck; only to repeat the process, sliding the palms of her hands up and down my back. At first, her hands slide along my spine; the tip of her thumbs, sliding along the side of my spine: once, twice and thrice.

With a gentle pressure applied; she is spreading the gel out, coating the skin of my back in an even layer of the gel. (She had “Forgotten” to note that I still wear what they refer to as the pajamas here.) For now, I am ignoring this oversight. (The panties and top effectively covers my body, as if it had been a One-piece Swim-suit; no bare skin, at all.)

Once she had caressed my back, with her gel coated hands thrice; she is repeating the process, until she deems my back sufficiently saturated with this clear gel. (Lubricating as it may be.)

She takes a moment, permitting my back to rest; while she is disposing of the now empty tube of gel, before she is returning her focus towards me.

Only this time, she is placing her hands at the upper edge of my neck; applying small, diminutive circles downwards along the entire length of my spine. Only stopping, as she had reached the lower end of my spine, only to move back up, upwards. Repeating this process thrice. From there, she once more doubles back, only to move her hands Pi inches to the right and left, respectively.

Like this, she continues; up and down my back, only to move the same Pi inches out each time she is doubling back on her way down my back.

“There, this should do you (and your back) a world of good..” she suggests; “now you just need to rest, for a quarter of an hour!” she explains.

“Oh, okay..” I respond.

“I’ll be back, with a bottle of Sparkle Cola for you to drink, just in time for you to step out of your bed..” she offers; “then you will know, when it is safe to leave your bed!” she concludes.

With that, she is stepping out of the room; leaving me to my own devices, so that I can rest and relax undisturbed.

Just as promised; fifteen minutes later, she is back with the promised Sparkle cola in her right hand.

“Thank you..” I respond; “the bottle should be just what I need, as my throat is starting to feel a bit dry!” I conclude.

“I figured..” she responds; “you haven’t had any fluid since last night; you are supposed, to be a bit parched by now..” she suggests.

I am accepting the bottle, uncapping it; before I take my first sip, enjoying the refreshing beverage.

“Thank you..” I exclaim, before I am taking a second and third sip; “and thank you, again!” I conclude; before I continue to drink, still enjoying the fizzy beverage and had offered me.

Technically; I guess I had paid for the drink; but she had offered it to me, carrying it to me as I needed it the most.

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I had slipped my feet out from on top of the bed, once I had rolled over on my back; before I am pushing myself forwards, only to find myself standing on my own two feet.

“Thud, thud!” I heard, as my soft feet hit the floor.

From there, I am stepping over to the wardrobe; pulling the door up, in order to examine what I have to wear for the day. Not as if I am about to leave the hotel, today; even if I could go out, to see the town any time I so please. (This isn’t a Prison, or a facility like that.)

I pull my top up, over my head; dumping it onto the pile of unfresh clothes, I am not to wear. Next, I am slipping the stockings off of me; right and left, only to leave them to their fate. Well; it isn’t, as if I am putting them on again. (Ever!) I am slipping my panties of, then my gloves right and left; unceremoniously leaving them on the top of the pile. There, I’m done with these.

I select a pair of black panties, stepping into them; only to afford them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. From there, I am selecting the matching top; slipping it down over my head; affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“Of course, I still do need a pair of socks (or stockings); so I extract a pair of silicone-white full-length toe-stockings. I am lifting up my right foot, slip my right foot into the first stocking; only to pull the stocking up my leg: affording it a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice. Once I had slipped the stocking on, I can place the foot down onto the floor; only to repeat the process, with the left stocking, in order to complete the set.

From there; I am extracting a knee-long ultra-tight deep, dark purple skirt, pulling it all the way up. With a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice; I am comfortable with the skirt.

I find a tight fitting, long-sleeved blouse top; slipping it on comfortably; only to button the garment all the way up. (I had enjoyed the fluid elasticity, just as I am enjoying the strict tightness of the garments I am wearing.)

Since I had put the ensemble on, I am fully dressed to face the day; with that, I am closing the door to the wardrobe and turn my back on the wardrobe, before I am walking over to the door. (The Nurse had opened the door for me, so I simply follow her out of my bed room.)

She is leading me through the living room, (I am still ignoring this room); only to open the door, to my cloaking room.

“Which of these would you prefer?” she inquires; “Equine, Cervine or Bovine Crescent Moon boots!” she concludes, naming the options I have available to me.

“I’ll go with the Equine option, this time..” I respond, accepting the proffered Crescent Moon boots, slipping them on, even if with some intrepidation and difficulty. (As exciting, as the Cervine model is appearing; I choose to go with the more moderate Equine model this time.)

“There, now you are ready for your breakfast..” she confirms, as she is turning towards the door out of my suite; opening the door, for the two of us.

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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

On the Top of the World

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On the Top of the World: 9

Author's Note

Ms. Busty's POV

Next Chapter: On the Top of the World

On the Top of the World: 9

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Busted

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I am entering the Cafe: Top of the World, with Nurse Redheart by my side.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard; as we are walking in, into the cafe.

I think: I am starting to get used to my new situation; my back is no longer killing me, but I have this strange noise following my every step where-ever I go now. These noises, make me feel as if I am having a Horse by my side; or, rather two of them. (Even if these Horses have two hooves, rather than the common four.) I can’t forget Nurse by my side; her boots are making the same noises out of her every step. But, still.

This situation is growing on me; just enjoying a day, when my back is no longer hurting. No back pain is a bliss (to me). I have been plagued, with this back pain; for so long, I can barely even imagine myself, not experiencing this.

Granted: I did not have this pain, back in the days before my breasts started to develop; it only came, as my breasts grew larger. (My breasts ended up as F Cups)

Only, today; I have little to no issue, as my breasts are B Cups. (I’m quite happy with the size, as it is; on the account of my back no longer bothering me.)

Oh, well; enough complaining; I have a breakfast to enjoy, at the Top of the World. (As the Cafe is named.)

I may have been proud of my bust, back when it had only grown to a C Cup; but beyond the D Cup, that pride quickly died with the pain it subjected me to.

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Right now, I am on the Top of the World; both on the account of the name of the Cafe, and the fact that I am not in pain. (At least, no more than I can handle and thus ignore!)

I had selected the table on the second floor, as Nurse had requested (for the two of us); I am currently waiting for Nurse to return, with the food and drink.

This breakfast includes a large glass of Milk and Juice respectively, for the both of us. Naturally; she had also brought a cup of tea for me, and one for her self. I do not mind the milk, personally; I never quite developed the pride, behind the resentment. (Maybe a certain issue, I will not name could be behind this?)

No cereals. (Curious.. But no complaints, from me.)

I have a large plate with bacon and fried eggs. Incidentally, and curiously enough; Nurse is having the bacon and eggs too. Well, why not? I just could not see her, as a vegetarian; or anything like that, even if I guess: I would have respected it, had it been the case. (As it stands; we are enjoying the breakfast together!)

We are enjoying the meal, in companionate silence; content with the din of the other guests of the Cafe, enjoying an early start of the day. She is sitting before me, as we enjoy the company.

While the Eggs and Bacon may be small, but I have more than enough; for this to be quite an enjoyable meal. Of course, the Eggs had enjoyed a fair helping of salt (Both Changelings and Ponies enjoy their diet with salt); but some have black pepper and or Oregano as well. I rather enjoy the Eggs, as they had been presented to me. (No complaints from me, here!)

A Waitress is collecting the glasses and plates, once empty. She is even filling up my cup, once empty.

This Breakfast Buffet is proving to be just right for me, even if I guess it is an All-Inclusive stay. (Without even knowing, or realizing it; I am tipping her quite handsomely, as she is soaking up all the ambient Love I am directing at her, as she is serving me.)

While I had not realized why, but I do notice her dreamy smile, as she is leaving the table.

While the Egg and Bacon had been the core of the breakfast; I am still enjoying the wild spread of exceedingly fresh vegetables, I have available to me. (Nurse is only too happy, picking them up for me!)

Of course; the meal came to an end; but we had enjoyed it, for all it is worth. The waitress picks up, what we are leaving behind; but the plates and glasses are empty, as are the cups.

Once the meal is concluded, we are raising to our feet; only thanking the Waitress for her service, on our way out towards the doors. (the Exit)

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Nurse approaches the door and extends the right hand, pressing the palm of her hand and spreads her fingers wide in order to open the door; only for the door to slide up before her and step in with me in tow, whereupon the doors are sliding shut behind me as I had cleared the threshold.

“Greetings, Miss Squee!” Ellie exclaims.

“Greetings, Ellie!” I respond, and Nurse echoes half a beat later.

Once the doors to the elevator has closed; it starts to fall at a rapid pace, maintaining a steady one G for half the distance towards my suite. Once it had reached the halfway point, the Elevator starts to decelerate; only to make a smooth stop, at my floor. We spill out, whereupon the doors slide shut behind me; before we start to walk in the direction of the suite.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as we are walking towards the door to my suite.

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I notice, how Nurse is showing a dreamy expression; as the door had slid shut behind us, leaving me alone with her.

“I’m stuffed, my belly is completely full..” I put forth, with a content smile.

“That was (is) delicious..” she responds; “and lunch is in just a few hours" she ponders.

“Yes..” I respond; “I guess we’ll have this, tomorrow?” I inquire.

“But, of course..” she responds; “I can’t permit you, to miss a single meal..” she suggests; “unless you decline!” she concludes.

“My belly needs to rest, right now..” I suggest; “but after that!” I conclude. (I am not particularly interested in food, right now; after I had just stuffed myself, with all the delicious food.)

“Could I tempt you, with a Massage Session?” she inquires.

“I guess: I could accept that!” I respond.

I had just slipped out of the boots I had worn, for the breakfast.

She is opening the door, leading me through the living room; before she is opening the next door, leading to the bed room. I follow her, eagerly awaiting the promised treat; how could I not, considering how good it had felt the previous time (around).

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She had folded the corner of my quilt up, preparing the bed for the Massage Session.

I take my place, sitting down on the bed; slipping my now bare feet in under the quilt, laying down on my belly.

“There..” she coos; “how does it feel?” she inquires.

“Other than my belly, being too full?” I inquire; “Quite comfortable!” I conclude.

“Excellent.. Excellent..” she exclaims; “then it is (high) time for me to perform!” she suggests.

“Yes, please..” I respond, closing my eyes.

With a single command, the quilt tightens up over me; holding me in place, in the Vacuum Bed mode.

While I am waiting, in breathless anticipation; she is slipping a pair of crystal clear gloves on, before she is turning to me once more.

“There..” she exclaims; “if you could slide your hands out, about a foot from your body and spread your fingers wide?” she suggests; and I find myself complying, conforming to what she had just suggested.

With another command, on her part; and I am trapped in place, while the mattress is yielding just enough, to offer my belly just enough support for a comfortable position.

“Perfect..” she puts forth; “just perfect!” she ponders, as she is standing by the side of my bed.

With the (Massage) gloves on; she does not need to apply any massage oil, or spend time on preparing and heating the oil.

As she is placing her hands on my waist; her fingers spread wide, I feel the pressure applied and the heat of her hands as if she had placed her hands directly onto my bare skin.

I feel her hands slide up my back, applying pressure; though her hands feel slightly squishy and (almost) oily wet and seductively slippery to the touch. The tips of her thumbs, tracing the sides of my spine; leaving me with the impression, of (highly sensitive) touch pads and the deliciously long nails I had pictured her with from the very start.

She slowly moves her hands all the way up my back and finally my neck, only stopping as the tips of her thumbs reaches the hairline; before she slides her hands down my back, once more.

Her thumbs adding a slight pressure, as she goes.

The warmth of her touch, even without the friction applied even if she had used massage oil is soothing to me; almost, as if the oil had contained a relaxing agent.

With my eyes closed, I am enjoying the moment; the bliss induced by the touch of her hands on my back, aside from the content feeling of the full breakfast I had just had with Nurse as company.

Minute by minute, my focus is slipping away; leaving me in a content state, almost in a state of limbo. A strange feeling, I’d might add; but pleasant and relaxing, all the same.

My skin almost turn into rubber, in the process; as she is caressing my back, voiding the last hints of the pain I had suffered from, up until I had arrived at this Hotel. (The Royal Twilight Inn)

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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

Prologue

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Less than the Greater Van!