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.