Author's Note

Ms. Maid's POV

Next Chapter: Out of the Closet

Quietly into the Night: 1

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The door to my bed room is quietly closing behind me, unnoticed; just as I had stepped into the room, clearing the threshold.

Just as expected, the floor is a light Beech Wood, while the walls had been laid with a pink Cherry Wood picket fence four feet tall. As odd and ostentatious as this decoration may be.

I have my bed, on my right, the night-stand by the pillow; while the two twin doors to the wardrobes are on the foot end of the room, as opposed to the door into the room aiming at the pillow. Overhead, the ceiling is covered and coated with a mate black silicone holding the pin prick night sky in place; giving me a beautiful illumination, easily controlled by the plaque.

My bed is laid with a glistering black silicone sheet Pi millimeters thick, a Pi inch thick, crystal-clear quilt with a mark of a purple star as a border on the head end of the quilt. There are two additional diminutive stars on the right and left side of the large one in the middle; evenly spread out, along the respective sides.

On closer inspection, the night-stand is crafted out of Linden Wood. I have a drawer, in which I could deposit personal items of my choosing. They had deposited a manual on my bed and other appliances and utilities, aside from other services in the drawer.

“It is late, and I am tired..” I ponder; as I am walking up to the wardrobe, casually opening the door to see what is hidden inside.

While I could hang up my personal or private clothes in the wardrobe; but for now, I am more interested in the clothes they provide me with.

“Metallic, bloody red..”I ponder; “no fabric I am familiar with, or even fabric such as I understand it..” I ponder; “looks like Latex or Rubber, by the looks of it!” I ponder, as I am examining what I had been offered.

Had I been allergic to the material, I would have been forced to confirm it; but since I had never experienced the issue, I find myself taken aback by this discovery. However, it is not Latex or Rubber by any means; but rather, Silicone.

Of course, one has to undress before going to bed; the casual daytime clothes are not comfortable, in bed. This, is why one has the underwear for the night.

I easily pull the shirt up over my head, depositing it onto the floor of the wardrobe; before turning my attention to my skirt. Slipping the skirt down, only to kick it up, catching it and dropping it onto the shirt on the floor of the wardrobe.

With the shirt and skirt out of the way, my focus is shifting towards the underwear, I am currently wearing. I slip my hands in, into my white cotton panties, slipping my hands down; kicking the panties up, depositing them onto the top of the pile. Now I pull the matching white cotton brassiere up over my head, slipping it off of me and dropping it onto the pile of clothes.

As the final step of undressing, I lift my right foot; pulling the white sock off of the foot, only to dump it onto the pile. Putting the right foot onto the floor, lifting the left foot up, pulling the sock of and finally leaving it onto the pile.

“There.. finally!” I ponder; “Nude, and ready to try out what I had been promised!” I mouth, as I turn my attention towards the garments hanging in my wardrobe.

The material of the panties are a fluid elastic and smooth and glister even in the spares light of the bed room.

If the material, the metallic bloody red Silicone is a millimeter thick, it should be more than enough; to contain the flesh, as much as she may be content to challenge the offered garment in question. Unbeknownst to me, and every other guest here; the measurements had been acquired in the elevator, piloted by none other than Ellie the Waitress herself.

The passenger of the ride was none the wiser, because the scans had not been detectable by any means; leaving the guest with a wardrobe, perfectly fitting and very comfortable to wear.

“Rarity” the label reads; “E Cup” the second title reads; based on who had designed the panties in question.

Of course, these garments had all been designed and crafted by none other than Rarity Filigree herself; the renowned owner of the Carousel Boutique in Ponyville, and later also the Canterlot Carousel in Canterlot and the Rarity for You in Manehattan.

Every Pony knew she had earned the acclaim; through hard work and talent beyond reproach.

Of course, Rarity had been incapable of designing any garment less than form-fitting and beautiful. The material in use, makes these garments fitting just right; sliding on almost as if on their own accord, as well.

Feeling the sleek and slippery in my hands, giving off an excited, giddiness I could barely handle but find myself enjoying all the same. The panties slide up my legs as I put them on. As I had pulled the panties up; I afford them a few tentative tugs in order to acquire that perfect comfortable fit: once, twice and thrice.

As I am letting go of the panties, they smooth out the border between the red material and my skin to the degree; as to almost disappear as I slide my hands over my hips, the difference in materials the only telltale aside from the obvious colour-difference.

If the material the panties are comprised of may have been cool and slippery to the touch, initially; they soon warm up under the touch of my fingers, and then the skin of my legs and finally hips. The fit is skin-tight, only leaving me with the momentary sensation of a light pressure applied onto my skin; but so light, I soon forget it and no longer notice it even if I had been focusing upon this sensation and phenomena. Out of sight, and out of mind; as they say, and that had been the end of it.

While the excitement may be remaining, but the traces to how and why soon melts and slides out of conscious thought and awareness; I can no longer trace the sensations or the reasons behind the experience.

I extend my right hand into the wardrobe, extracting the brassiere of my choice; slipping it down over my head, pulling it down into a comfortable and comforting position. Only affording it a few tentative tugs as it is in place: once, twice and thrice; in order to acquire that ever so elusive and highly desired perfect fit. In doing so, the brassier slowly slides out of my conscious thought in the process.

Knowing I am dressed up, not nude or naked; but still experiencing the sensations of being so, is curious in a curiously exciting fashion, I simply could not put a finger to.

“Rarity” the label reads; “B Cup - Orb” the subtitle reads; “E Cup - Large” a second subtitle reads, leaving me confused, curiously wondering what that could possibly mean.

“B Cup” I ponder; “that should be my size..” I continue; “But, what does the second subtitle refer to?” I ponder; “E Cup - Large”

“Is this some manner of support, or push-up model brassiere?” I consider, trying to make sense out of what information I had gathered, a bit too tired and confused to consult the manual I had been given.

“Whomever this Rarity is, at least; she does craft comfortable and classy clothes, for me to wear!” I ponder.

Knowing who the Fashionista was, or is was to change nothing; everything that matters, is the proficiency of the person creating and crafting the ensemble in the wardrobe.

Enjoying the garments already on my body, I continue; opting to extract the full-length toe-stockings all in the same, matching metallic bloody red material. Silicone. The complimentary, form-fitting, highly effeminate, ultra-tight design; looking and feeling almost as if it had just been a second skin, almost my own.

I lift up my right foot eagerly; tentatively slipping it into the stocking, feeling it contract around the foot as it is sliding down. Pulling the stocking up, further and further; until my toes are sliding into place, as if they had been guided by the individual will of the stocking itself. As I feel my toes slide into place, all the way and meet the material; I set my right foot down with a distinct squeak, only to repeat the process with the second or left stocking. Finally; standing on my very own, two feet on the floor of my bed-room.

Once I had let go of the individual stocking, right and left respectively; the material of the garments meet, without fusing or blending. However, the stockings and panties leave no sense of a seam; but rather, remains separate garments acting as if it had been a single garment for all intents and purposes.

I lift my right hand, extending it and extract my full-length gloves; slipping the hand into it, feeling the material contracting around the arm effortlessly and amorously. Sliding the glove all the way up into my armpit, stopping only to afford the glove a few tentative tugs in order to acquire the perfect fit and comfort: once, twice and thrice. As I am letting go of the right glove, it makes contact with the brassiere I wear on my chest.

Unbeknownst to me, I had unwittingly chosen a pair of more regular looking gloves in place of the alternative options I had before me; while still highly effeminate and complimentary, they do feature neither the suction-cup covering the palm of the hand, the sensitive touch-pads at the tips of each finger or any discernible finger-nails. Had I known the significance of the details or the features I had opted out; would I still have chosen these particular gloves, or would I have chosen another pair? I have no idea, and for now it is too late; though I could still choose to try on a different pair any time I so desire particularly, but not limited to before I go to bed.

Naturally, I had opted to take the second or left glove as well; repeating the process and find myself fully dressed.

However, I have a silly idea; opting to extract a pair of coloured lenses, largely just for the fun of it. Not thinking particularly clearly; I had just jumped upon the option on impulse, without actually considering why I wanted to or if there was to be any future consequences.

I had managed to keep the right eye open, just long enough for the lens to slip into my eye; blinking a few times, without noticing any difference. Rather than considering, or trying to extract the lens; I had proceeded to insert the second or left lens.

Since I had not noticed any difference now, my vision just as it had been before I had opted to insert these lenses; I step over to my bed, folding up the corner of the quilt up against the wall and slip my feet in under the quilt.

Once I had found myself sitting in my bed, I slide in under the quilt and fold it back; resting comfortably under the quilt.

Just a moment after I had laid my head on the pillow, the lights had faded out; I consequently found myself asleep, only to wake up the following day. Still wearing the ensemble I had slipped into the day before.

The sleek and slippery silicon had made it comfortable; no friction worth mentioning, I had not found myself stuck between folds of sheet or quilt.

“Oh!” I merely mouth, leaving the night behind me, with a single yawn.

I had gone to bed, effectively wearing a cat-suit; with the material covering my skin from the neck down with only the midriff bare. The bare skin, only a hand’s width.

Lifting my right hand, folding the quilt back up against the wall; sliding my feet out from under the quilt, finding myself sitting up in my bed. As I am lifting up my right hand, casually examining the hand before my face; I clearly see the hand, as if it had been naked but still the same smooth and glossy metallic bloody red.

While I am still sitting on my bed, I push myself forwards; only to find myself standing up on my own two feet before the bed. A single twin thud, the only note that I had pushed myself out of my bed. Though the squeak still cling to the thud, as if eagerly holding onto me for dear life.

Once I am standing up, with the back to the bed, I turn around; folding the quilt back onto the bed and smooth it over, to give the appearance, of how the bed never had been used.

Maybe I could have swapped the garments I am wearing, but I ignore the option; stepping over to the door and lift my extended right hand, pressing the palm gently onto the plaque and feel the warm clasp of the black silicon.

I spread my fingers as wide as I comfortably can, in order to open the door out into my living room; stepping out of the room, whereupon the door quietly slides shut behind me. I continue over to the cinematic sofa.

I had noticed the sofa being dressed in what initially had appeared to be mate black leather; only now I realize it is silicon.

Once I had reached the sofa, I step in and sit down on the middle of the three seats available; focusing onto the sofa, closely examining it in order to familiarize myself with what I had been offered. The pad of the right armrest is easily pulled up to open the department that had been hiding a fridge containing six bottles of Sparkle Cola. I take the first of the three bottles on my side of the previously hidden fridge and close it; opening the bottle and take a good swig and enjoy a sip of the cool fizzing beverage.

“Pepsi, the Challenger!” I mouth, while I enjoy myself, swallowing the beverage.

“Could I order up my breakfast, to the room; with the help of the promised Room Service, or do i have to go to a restaurant” I ponder, considering my options.

Holding the clear plastic bottle in my right hand, I lift up my left hand to my chest; grouping my left breast with the empty hand, while I continue to enjoy the Sparkling Cola I had found in the hidden compartment.

Just as the label had promised, my breast is a firm B Cup orb; while the nipple had grown considerably, to conform into the Large E Cup measurement the brassiere stands for. With the increased size; it is much more sensitive and has a coarse, hard, rubbery surface for me to explore at my own leisure.

Once I had finished my Cola, I put the cap back onto the bottle; before I put it onto the table before me, only to notice the picture of Twilight Sparkle herself on the label. She is standing before her library, the Golden Oak Library to be precise; the coat of fur a light Lavender purple. The mare is beaming a bright smile at me, her eyes a darker purple. I could not help, but notice her hair being a deep purple with a cerise and red stripe respectively. By the side of the Unicorn, I could see her in her human form. The resemblance is striking to the point of being shocking to me.

“How curious?” I ponder.

Of course, the Cola is tasty; nothing less could have been expected, even if the brand is new and unfamiliar to me.

The back of the label is her Lavender purple hue, what had I been expecting?

While I had let go of my left breast, in order to recap the bottle; I had been focusing on the experience my hand and breast had offered me in the process of grouping myself. It certainly had felt good, even if the sensations are new and different to me; not the way it had felt, before I had put the suit on. The suit had indeed worked like a charm, as it was working its magic while I had been sleeping; performing as intended, changing my body to the specifications of my choice. While I may not have realized it, back then the other night; but most of the choices had been close to what I had been hoping for.

The suit is still fitting me, even if my body had been changed during the night. Twilight’s charms had worked as intended. She had placed the charms onto the garments Rarity had crafted for me.

Not that Rarity had crafted the individual garments, I am still wearing; but the garments still are based on her designs and Twilight’s charms had been woven into the individual garments I currently am wearing.

Had I inspected any of the other garments I wear, or the once I had not chosen to wear; the respective label still reads: “Rarity” all the same. I had been reading the labels of the panties and the brassiere; but neither the stockings nor the gloves. Just as I had not read any label on either the lances or the package the lenses had been in, as I had picked them up.

“Ballerina - Petite” reads the subtitle of the stockings; “35” reads the size.

Just because I had not read the labels, or the labels had failed to make any sense to me changed exactly nothing; the individual charms still taking effect, while I had been sleeping. Remaining in the respective garments and sleeping for a full eight hours had confirmed and finalized all the changes.

Had I examined my mound, I would have noticed how my mound had grown to fill out the full E cup, just as the label had stated. Just that I had failed to notice or realize it just yet; largely, because I had not examined myself just yet.

While I had noticed how my breasts had changed or been altered, right along with my nipples; I had noticed parts of what the changes to my hands are like, even if I had failed to notice the deeper implications just yet.

Just because I had found a bottle of Cola, which merely had quenched my thirst; did not mean that I had had my breakfast, and made it all the more obvious just how hungry I am. I have no kitchen in the suite, just a stash of snacks and beverages.

At first, one should have considered to look for a phone, but then the large mate black screen before me had made me change my mind; activating the screen, facing me with a set of options.

“Room Service” I read, opting to look closer.

“So, I can contact the room service and ask for services on my room!” I ponder, realizing what I had before me.

I notice I have a few options, aside from the customization.

“Aloe” I read, from the table of content.

“Lotus”; “Rarity”; “Twilight Sparkle” I read.

As I am looking at the image of the respective options presented, as well as reading the descriptions of the premade specifications; I opt to choose Aloe, as my default room service for now.

Since I am hungry, I am opting for a breakfast buffet. Maybe I should add her special services, as well; to go with the breakfast she could offer me, once she is reaching my room.

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“Miss Pet Maid requires an Aloe on her room, as Playmate and to serve a Breakfast Buffet!” I read, denoting the order a mere moment after it had been confirmed.

“Curious..” I ponder; “Who is ready to take her request?” I inquire.

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“A Playmate?” I ponder; “and she is requesting the Aloe to serve her breakfast to go with the special service?” I inquire.

“Yes..” comes the prompt confirmation; “And she requires Toys, for the session?” I inquire; “Exactly!” the operator confirms.

“I take it..” I respond, as I am acquiring the body and persona of Aloe, preparing to move on the requested Room service.

“Thank you, and have fun...” the operator exclaims.

Since I am already wearing the Room Service uniform, I am stepping out of the call centre; continuing towards the Toy Store and pick up the requested package; from there I continue to the next desk, picking up the Breakfast Buffet she had asked for and continue towards the elevator.

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I had picked up a second bottle of Sparkle Cola, uncapping it; just to have something to do, while I am waiting for the Room Service I had ordered.

Since the door is quiet, I fail to hear her entering the suite, as well as when she is stepping into my living room.

She is pushing the trolley over the floor towards me, walking slowly.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as she is continuing from the door towards me.

“Greetings Miss Pet Maid!” she exclaims, as she is approaching me.

“Greetings, Aloe!” I respond.

“Good morning, and Bon Appetit..” she adds, as she is serving my Breakfast buffet on the table before me.

“Good morning..” I respond, as I am watching her serving me the breakfast.

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I had watched her eating, while she was enjoying her breakfast. While she ate, I had been quiet, observing her; helping her, serving everything she was asking for from the Breakfast Buffet.

Only now, she had finished her meal, so I pack up what is left of the meal. Largely the plates, bowls, cutlery and some leftovers.

“This was great..” she exclaims, satisfied with the meal I had offered her.

“Since your breakfast is concluded, may I offer you a relaxing massage; before we move up to the real fun?” I offer, smiling at her.

“Yes, please!” she responds.

Since I had stacked everything away, I lead the trolley over towards her empty bed room.

She quietly follows me, only for her to have an idea, as she is noticing the braid all the way down my spine.

“May I hold your braid, while I walk over to my bed room?” she inquires, curious; with a hopeful and excited chime to her voice.

“Please, by all means!” I respond; stopping, just to let her grab hold of my braid.

“Thank you, Aloe!” she exclaims, excitedly; as she is grabbing the edge of the braid, hanging just under my rump.

Once I feel her holding the braid, I continue to walk towards her bed room.

“You know; I do have the braid, just in case you enjoy holding it..” I explain; “like a leash, you know!” I conclude.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard while I am walking over the floor, all the way up to the plaque by the door to the bed room.

Once I finally do reach the door, she is still holding my braid in a firm grip; as I am lifting my hand and extending the palm of my hand onto the plaque, pressing the palm onto the plaque and spreading my fingers wide to open the door. The door eagerly slides up quietly, granting me entrance to the bed room and she is following me a step behind.

Once she had crossed the threshold, the door quietly slid shut unnoticed; “Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard as I continue into the room, with Miss Maid in tow.

“I will need you to strip naked, for the best possible experience, then you can approach your bed, before you lay down onto your belly..” I am instructing her.

“Oh, okay..” she responds, “but of course!” she then concludes, as she is walking up to the wardrobe.

“I will just have to let go of her braid..” she ponder, as she reaches the doors to the wardrobe.

As she is opening the door, the floor is empty, barren; devoid of the clothes she had just left there, while she undressed and slipped into the ensemble she is currently wearing.

“Don’t be embarrassed..” I offer; “just imagine being alone in the room..” I explain; “even if I may be watching you with intent interest, from behind!” I finally conclude.

As I had spoken, she is starting to pull the right glove off of the hand; leaving the glove on the empty floor of the wardrobe, before she is repeating the process with the left glove. Once she had taken the gloves of, she is lifting her right foot off of the floor; pulling the stocking off, just to leave it onto the pile on the previously empty floor of the wardrobe. Once the stocking had come off, she puts the foot down onto the floor with a light thud; before she is lifting the left foot, repeating the process.

“Looking good..” I ponder, snickering; while I intently ogle her from behind, excitedly.

“Maybe she had never been into manicure, or pedicure?” I ponder, while observing her disrobing: considering how she had not noticed the changes to either her hands or her feet yet; or if she simply cared enough, in the first place.

With the gloves and stockings on the floor of the wardrobe, she moves on to slip the panties down; kicking it up, only to deposit it onto the top of the pile. Finally, she is pulling the brassiere up over her head; tossing it onto the pile, only to abruptly closing the door to the wardrobe before she is walking over to her bed.

“There, how does it feel?” I inquire, as she is walking up to me; now completely nude.

“I barely feel the difference; aside from seeing you before me, casually looking at me up front.

“Exactly..” I merely observe, as I am watching her step up to the bed; standing a mere foot ahead of me, facing me unperturbed as she is looking directly at me.

Just as I had expected, she has a white and very light complexion; her skin smooth, while her body had conformed to the changes implied by the garments she had been wearing during the night. Of course, she had been asleep most of this time; the full eight hours, required to confirm the transformation. Though it stands to reason, five or six hours of sleep could have been enough; but eight hours still gives the body a safer margin, for the safety of her body.

“Time for me, to lay down..” she suggests; “Yes..” I respond; Okay..” she offers; “On your belly, please!” I instruct her, watching her slowly mount her bed, laying down onto her belly.

“Comfortable?” I inquire; “Yes..” she merely confirms.

“If you spread your legs, please; have your feet about a foot apart, should be perfect!” I instruct her; “Okay!” she responds.

I see her hands to the sides of her body; “spread your fingers and relax, and I will make this an experience to remember..” I explain.

As I am watching her, from behind; she complies, as she lie down on her belly before me. Now I place a can of viscous silicone gel on the night stand beside her; uncapping it, before I quietly scoop up a fair amount with my right hand. With the gel in hand, I slowly rub my hands together; warming up the gel and spreading it out over my hands.

After a moment, maybe a minute or so; I lean over her, as I am starting to massage her back. Placing the tips of my fingers at the spine, just under the hairline; forming diminutive circles as I continue down her neck.

“Relax....” I coo, as I continue; only to double up along the sides of the spine, up her neck.

“Oo-oh, oo-oh..” she sighs; “okay!” she chimes, as she is relaxing, enjoying the treat I am offering her.

“Excellent, excellent..” I mouth, as a Dr. No impression; snickering inwardly at it.

As I had reached the hairline, I double back down; before I double up and then down. Now, I continue down her spine, all the way down; before I double up, only with slightly bigger circles along the back than I had used for her neck.

I continue up and down her back, all the way out on her flanks; before I continue down her right leg in the same manner, only to repeat the process on her left leg.

Of course, I had encircled my way up to the top of the respective orbs of her rump and down into the valley behind her tail-bone. Along the thigh, over the knee, the calf and up onto the heel before I finally move over the soul of the foot. Naturally, I could not avoid her cute and perfectly shaped toes.

Now I take a step back, starting over at her right shoulder; working down her arm in the same manner. From the shoulder, to the upper arm, the elbow and lower arm; reaching the palm of her hand, then down each finger from the thumb and all the way down to the pinkie finger. Only to repeat the process onto her left arm.

“Ooo-oo-ooh, ooo-oo-ooh, ooo-oo-ooh!” she is sighing, as I am teasing her rump; spreading the gel all the way inside to a depth of an inch, two inches and three inches.

“Wonder why she did that?” she ponders, as my fingers are entering her from behind; “but, it feels surprisingly good, while she is doing it, right now!” she realizes, catching herself in a double-take.

Knowing what she feels, and how it feels; yet, I am still holding my tongue. Saying nothing, leaving her to experience this; exploring the sensations, on her own terms.

“I was right, she is enjoying this..” I consider; “then I can move ahead, based on how she is going to react..” I consider, snickering inwardly.

“Just relax, and enjoy the moment..” I offer; “I will be back, in a moment..” I conclude.

She quietly nods.

Once I come back, I help her to turn over; finding herself resting comfortably, on her back. Otherwise, resuming the pose she had, while I was attending to her back.

“If you don’t mind?” I offer; “I will start from the top!” I explain.

Now, I start at the top of her forehead. Slowly working my way over her forehead, just as I had told her.

From the forehead, I continue down her cheeks, over the chin. All the way down to her throat.

I start on top of her nose, working my way up to her forehead and double back.

I slowly, gently caress her eye-lids, coating the skin with the gel, as I am working it in.

Only once I had covered her face, coated it with the gel and worked it in, saturated the skin do I start from her throat and down her chest. Following the same pattern as with her chest; aside from encircling her breast all the way up to the top and finishing with the nipples, large as they are.

As she is relaxing, a smile is gracing her lips, spreading out over her face, deepening as I continue.

Once I had coated her chest, I encircle the mound all the way up to the orchid; teasing the petals, before I continue into the vagina: one inch, two inches and three inches. Here I continue, teasing her; just for the reaction, to see her excited grin overtaking her face.

Now I continue down her right leg, over the thigh, knee and calf. Over the foot and finally the toes one at the time. Repeating the process.

Once I have completed this stage, I once more take a step back; starting from the right shoulder, down the arm. Over the upper arm, the elbow and the lower arm; onto the back of the hand and finally the fingers: from the thumb and all the way to the pinkie finger. From there, I am repeating the process; tending to her left arm.

To complete the process, I start to coat her lips, slowly and carefully; continuing into her mouth and coat her tongue, before I finish by entering her throat: one inch, two inches and finally three inches.

“Oo-oh, uh; but, that felt strange..” she sighs, just as I had extracted my fingers from her mouth.

“Yes..” I respond; but it will make sense, in a moment or so..” I suggest; “How did it feel; scary, but still surprisingly good?” I conclude inquiring.

“First, it was just plain weird; then it was scary, but it still did feel good..” she chimes; “I just can not put a finger, to how and why..” she finally concludes.

“Just relax..” I suggest.

“Okay..” she mouths.

“Wait, you could not put a finger on how, or why it felt good?” I inquire.

“Exactly..” she sighs.

“I will be back, in just a moment...” I offer; just lay still, relax; breath in through your nose, breath out through your mouth..” I incite her, purposefully; distracting her, from what is happening.

She just lay still, breathing. Minute by minute; as I step back, observing her where she lies.

As she is relaxing, her eyes are closed.

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Aloe had been waiting for the gel she had coated me with to cure or congeal, before she is reaching down; placing the tip of the index-finger of her right hand between the petals of my orchid, only to tease me by caressing the petals for a few minutes.

Slowly, gently; almost, like tickling me with a feather.

“Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh..” I sigh.

She is extending the index-finger of her left hand, placing the tip of the finger on my lower lip; sliding it over the surface, slowly and gently.

“Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh..” I sigh.

“Oh..” I realize; “that is what it felt like?”

With just the minute of stimulation, I find myself wet.

“Now, if I may..” she coos, and I just nod.

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Since she had given her consent, I pick up a can of lubrication; uncapping it and scooping up a handful in my right hand, rubbing my hands together. As the gel is warming up, I start to spread the gel over her face in the same manner I had coated her skin with the Silicone-gel. I repeat the process; step by step, all the way down to her hands and feet. Only once I had covered her front, I turn her over and cover her back in the same manner.

Once I had turned her over, she is laying on her belly; I help her resume the preferred given pose, before I am massaging the back. Only once I had covered the entire back of her, I leave her for a few minutes; before I am turning her over, looking at her where she lies still. Breathing, as her chest is raising and falling, raising and falling. Slowly.

With Miss Maid covered with the thick lubrication, I select a half an inch belly button tube; slowly and carefully inserting it into her belly button, anchoring the highly viscous gel lubricant onto her body.

I select a metallic bloody red lip-liner, bending over her; drawing the line from the right to the left over her upper lip, then from the left to the right on her lower lip. Now, I put the lip-liner away; before I pick up the matching lip-gloss; painting her lips in the same manner, starting at the outer edge just inside the line and continue inwards; only to bounce back as I had reached as far in as I consider to be her lips.

With that, I repeat the process, of applying the lip-liner along the outer rim of her lips, thus binding the lip-gloss onto her lips.

Now I am picking up a silver-metallic eye-liner, drawing a line along the eye-lashes; from the inner corner to the outer corner over the upper eyelid, then from the outer corner to the inner corner of the lower eye-lid.

With the eye-liner applied, I paint her eye-lids in the same manner I had just painted her lips; only to repeat the process, of applying the black eye-liner along her eye-lids.

Now I am extracting the mascara, curling up the eye-lashes in the process; while I slowly pull the brush out and up respectively down, for the upper and lower eye-lashes. I just repeat this process: once, twice and thrice; reinforcing the effect, to the desired result.

With the make-up in place, I start to apply the lubrication over her face, continuing all the way down over her body. Only to turn her over, in order to cover the rest of her body, sealing her in.

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“This feels good..” I ponder, as Aloe is extending me a second and third full-body massage.

As opposed to the first time, she is not using the original silicone gel she had used before; this time she is applying a thick and highly viscous lubrication. I can feel the belly button tube inserted into my belly button; before she is applying a make-up onto my face.

While I had not seen, which colours she had chosen; but I guess and hope she had chosen the same metallic bloody red, as the suit I had been wearing last night. Not just because it is matching the suit; but I like the colour, thinking it would go well with my light complexion. Of course she had painted my lips with this colour.

However, she had chosen a silver-metallic for my eye-shadows and a glossy metallic black mascara for me. Not that I am about to complain.

After she had given me the complete second massage, leaving the lubrication to settle and congeal, she is bending over; planting her lips on mine in a gentle and teasing kiss.

“Ooh!” I mouth, still excited; after the tease she had offered me, before she had extended the second and third full-body massage to me.

The time she had spent massaging me, had not been enough for the excitement to subside; I am still excited, feeling wet.

While the kiss had lasted a second; maybe two, or three; she withdraws from my face, taking a step back.

The next time, I feel her lips on my orchid, slowly parting her lips slightly, before her tongue slides out.

While I am already excited, and the kiss is exciting me even more; even if it may have been a distraction, or intended to lead me in the desired direction. I enjoy the sensation of her tongue, slipping over the petals of my orchid; with the lubrication coating the petals, and her tongue slippery and wet.

The tip of her tongue is playing gently, over the petals of my orchid; stimulating and exciting me, in the process.

“Oh, oh, oh..” I mouth, but my lips are remaining sealed shut; causing me to experience a cold electric chill moving the entire length of my spine as it slowly dawns upon me that I can’t even part my lips.

Yes, the excitement she had already exited is holding me in a firm grip; turning the fright into excitement, leaving me to realize it is exciting me. Not just the way she is lapping at the petals of my orchid and the lubrication she had coated me with. Not just how I am coated and covered with the lubrication, that is leaving me slippery and wet inside and out; but also how she is holding me and how she is scarring me. The scare is in fact exciting me beyond my wildest dreams and fantasies.

“Lubrication is supposed to be slippery, and wet; now is the time to let you in on the secret, of just how slippery it could be!” she explains.

“Oh..” I mouth, between tightly sealed lips, coated and covered with the specific lubrication I had just mentioned.

“Exactly..” she offers, as I am leaning down over me; placing her lips lightly onto her, slowly pressing down and parts her lips slightly.

Just because the gel lubricating my entire body; is sealing my mouth, orchid and rump does not mean that it prevents her from what she apparently had in mind for me. The realization is proving to be a scary shock; only exciting me all the more, in my current situation.

As she is parting her lips, I soon realize she is parting my lips as an inevitable consequence; leaving me open to her, my mouth openly and freely accessible to enjoy at her leisure at she pleases.

Naturally, she is taking her time, as she is parting her lips; before her tongue is slipping out between her lips, sliding in between my parted lips. As she is slipping her tongue in between my lips, sealed by the applied lubrication; I feel her tongue sliding over the surface of my lips, slippery and wet.

As her tongue is slipping into my mouth, her lips momentarily relax, before she starts pressing down to put in emphasis; and she is sliding her tongue in further and further as her tongue is lolling in and out while moving further and further inside.

With each time her tongue is slipping in, I feel myself growing more and more wet; with each time her tongue starts to retract, I find my contraction growing more and more pronounced. As my lips grow tighter, around her tongue; her stimulation only excites me more with each time her tongue moves in and out, in and out.

With eyes closed, sealed tight by the lubricating gel coating and covering me; my eyelids relaxing more and more as my eyes remain closed. I picture her warm and loving smile, as she is enjoying to tease me with her attentive action.

While I am excited, experiencing an orgasmic contraction each second; I have no idea, how the kiss could be more exciting, driving and spurring me on further and further.

I feel her tongue, as it is lolling in and out, in and out; further and further inside my mouth and soon even going as far as in inch down my throat.

After about ten minutes I am jolted, in shock; as the contraction of my lips is slipping into what could only be an orgasm.

Her hands, gently but firmly on my waist and pressing down against my hips; holding me squarely and firmly into place under her, while I am oblivious of it.

She had broken of, after ten minutes the first time; as she had driven me to the orgasm; but this time, she continues for an entire hour. She only slows down and break off after an hour; her tongue lolling in and out slower and slower until she is stopping, as the tongue had slipped out of my mouth. Now she is slowly pushing herself up; stepping off of the bed, with me still staying where I lay.

Orgasmic, I am not aware of what is happening around myself and my body; utterly oblivious, of anything other than the orgasms pulling my attention with each consecutive contraction. At the level of excitement I am experiencing; I am incapable of breaking of, or raising enough focus on anything outside the layer of lubricant sealing me in.

My breathing coming hard and fast, my heart pounding hard and fast; maintaining me, for as long as it could.

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I had noticed a rice of joy, from within the hive’s net-work. The sense was starting to rice, at the first of Miss Pet Maid’s first orgasm; but started to increase; mounting just as she had ascended to the orgasmic state.

Of course, the girl will stay trapped in this state for the intended twenty four hours; such as stipulated, to be safe for the girl.

Naturally, I had sensed the approval of my Queen: Chrysalis; from the moment the girl had ascended into her orgasmic state.

With this in mind, I am relishing her attention, this would be valuable, in my future. Considering the amount of Love I am harvesting from this particular girl: Miss Pet Maid, it is understandable to say the least.

Why this girl had chosen to sign in under such an obvious name, I have no idea; I am not speculating, but it is something I will be musing upon for time to come. Is it a sign, of who she is and her reasons for taking in; I have no idea, but it is still a tel-tale and amusing to me no end. The name had been too obvious, as something she must have been hiding from the public eye and her acquaintances and friends for a good long while; maybe fate had taken her here, to give her an outlet for what had been hidden within her under the surface.

For now, I will be keeping a watchful eye on her; I will be staying in her room, but other than that I have no outstanding obligations, for the duration.

However, I will be calling upon an aide; relieving myself, upon her to be able to perform my job and duty with maximum efficiency throughout this process.

While she will be missing a day, but she is not likely to complain; maybe she will even return to us, after she has been enjoying herself here with me.

With little to nothing better to do, I can permit my mind to wander; to ponder the situation, contemplating my next move.

There had never been a need, just that there is no need for a physical contact for the transfer; and there will never be such a need, to develop in the future. The distance within the suite should be close enough. The aide is opening the door, under the guise of tidying up, in the manner of cleaning the rooms. Such had been expected, from a hotel of the standing of Twilight Inn.

Just like all the other workers or employees, she is looking exactly the same; while the uniform she is wearing is a metallic copper red, in place of the colour signifying her station.

The door to the suite had closed behind her, as she had stepped into the cloaking room; performing her duty and clean the floor, while staying without the confines of the suite and thus facilitating the transfer of love. In the process, she is relieving me of all the excess love, so that I can continue to soak up all the love Pet Maid is exuding.

I don’t need to hear her, or see her; so long as I know she is performing, and I can feel her carrying all the Love out of the room. Once she had relieved me, of all the Love; she is stepping out the door, returning to the sub-levels and delivers the prize.

The seconds, minutes and hours are passing me by; the only interruption being the aide entering the room to relieve me. Just like the first time; she is stepping out, once she had completed the task before her. She is only returning, when I am calling for her; just in time, before my store is too full for me to efficiently absorb the Love.

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“Excellent, excellent..” Chrysalis snickers, where she is sitting comfortably on her throne, as the news of the ascending girl is reaching her.

“This is a most welcome boon for my hive, one I had not been expecting!” she ponders, gleefully.

“She had promised me, our Hive would flourish; but nothing she had said, could have prepared me for this..” she mouths, in awe.

Everything required, for the venture; had been readily available to my drones, and are quite cheap to produce. The material is easy to come by; and fairly simple to handle and manipulate towards the goal, after all.

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In Ponyville, the premier Party Pony promptly plops down; just before the doozy is hitting home, and all the signs are flashing madly.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh..” Pinkie exclaims; “This is a Doozy..” she then continues.

While she had managed to plop down into the seat, but the throne could by no means contain her rump or hold her into place.

“You know; she will not appreciate you plopping in, to say hello?” Twilight inquires.

“Yes, Twilly..” Pinkie points out; “So I will just have to send her a double surprise...” she points out; “No Pony included!” she then points out.

With that, she is slapping the sticker; “No Pony Included” onto the package.

It is just a brightly coloured paper box, such as one may find pastries in; when one is taking them home from the bakery or cafe.

For a moment, she is seen poking the air before her with her right hoof, and the air suspiciously buckling under her probings; before the tear appears before her, before she promptly slips the package through. Once the package had been delivered, deposited onto a table on sub-level twenty-one; she is zipping up the rift behind herself, thus leaving no sign of her ever being there.

“There, that should do it..” Pinkie declares, before the party canon goes of and the air is sprinkled with confetti in every colour imaginable and a few others just for good measure.

The less said about the confetti, the better.

With the delivery out of the way, she pokes her mane; pulling out a package of fresh cupcakes, placing the package onto the table.

“Help yourselves.” she declares, offering her friends something a little to snack on, something impossibly sweet and delicious.

“Thank you, Pinkie..” Twilight exclaims, as she is picking up the cupcake in her magical aura; looking at the highly saturated lavender icing for a moment, before she is taking the first tentative nibble.

“Ooh, sweet..” she just muses, as she continues to nibble on the sweet pastry before her.

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A raggedly tired Changeling is stepping into the room on sub-level twenty-one and the door is closing behind her, and she is casting an eye on the previously empty table.

Before her eyes, the fabric of reality is ripping and a pink cardboard box is deposited on the middle of the table.

She gasps; “and here I had thought, I had managed to survive the day?”

Only as she is uttering the words, the pink top is floating off of the box; revealing the hidden contents. Naturally, the rift in her reality had already closed as if she had been at home; where such rifts in a wall could heal itself naturally with little to no effort.

While she is eyeing the content of the gifted box, confetti is exploding into the air and she once more gasps in horror.

“No Pony Included” she reads, as the label helpfully slides into view, as the top of the box is finding rest onto the table before her.

While the hue of the pastry itself is a luxuriously rich, golden brown; the glazing is a glossy, rubbery pink true to Pinkie Pie herself as the Pony who baked and offers the treat before the Changeling.

Maybe it is the exhaustion, taking a toll on her caution; or it is the sweet scent, assaulting her senses? Either way, she soon throws caution to the wind and picks up one of the wonderful, warm and inviting pastries offered to her and her sisters; taking a bite, only to feel the Love slowly flow down her throat. Now, she continues to nibble the offered treat.

While she is nibbling on the baked treat; the senses are seeping out onto the Hive-mind’s internal network; spreading the news to every Changeling in the building. A few of the more tired sisters soon find themselves on their way towards the table, navigating towards the offered treat; none dares to resist the call, seeking out the promised treasure.

“I-, I-, I- could not resist..” she mumbles, as she is noticing the first of her sisters stepping into the room.

“I could not exactly blame you..” her sister intones, dreamily eyeing the treat on the table.

Since she is new to the room, she carefully levitates one of the cupcakes out of the box; “Pup-Cake” she is musing.

More of the sisters are following suit, entering the room one by one; each with a dreamy aura and look in their eyes, as they enter the room, now perfectly saturated with the sweetness on the table.

Holding the cupcake, licking the surface of the pink icing; shuddering, as they carefully enjoy the taste of the offering.

Pup-Cake, is the Changelings name for a special cupcake containing or freely giving off Love, just by licking it or being close to it in the same room. A strange concept, to an older generation of the Changeling; but a concept the newer generations of younger changelings are forced to accept, and get used to in their new situation. Who knew? Chrysalis, Queen Chrysalis certainly did not.

How could she have known, who would break the news to her? In her former authoritarian stance; none dared to approach her, in order to explain something new and unfamiliar. Who could have suspected, or expected?

What had not yet been revealed, is how that internal love maintain some manner of preservation field around the entire pastry; keeping it fresh, aside from exuding Love to whomever happen to stand within its field of influence.

What caused this, how it was generated, or who was responsible; none knew, none is the wiser and none is asking questions. “Don’t question a gift Horse” as the saying goes.

Once it had been tested, confirmed; licking the icing had become the favoured means to enjoy the Pup-Cake.

Who had gotten the idea, or why; soon had been forgotten, if anyone ever had truly known it in the first place. It had been a non issue. You don’t ask; if you don’t want to know, if you don’t brave to find the answer.

One by one, each Changeling is picking up a Pup-Cake; licking the icing, before trotting out to their room and depositing it onto the night-stand. The Pup-Cake, revered and treasured; prayed to, as if it had been a household deity.

The prayers had been said, only in the privacy of the room; in the dead of night, when none were to learn of it.

If the pastries had run out, it had been expected; but all the still exhausted Changelings had failed to notice or realize it, at the time. Each picking just one of these delicious treats, licking it for a few minutes; before quickly and hastily sneaking off to their own room, depositing the Pup-Cake on their night stands. Once the treasure had been rescued; they could safely return to work, reinvigorated. Thus their moment out of action was never noticed.

Maybe there had just been too dire a shortage of workers, to put in the effort of checking? Either way; any changeling had to step in, taking the next assignment. With the only exception, being the special assignments relaying on intimate compatibility with a guest. You can’t afford to give anything less than the optimum service in this department. Or, so it had been reasoned.