Author's Note
Ms. May Willow's POV
Enter: 2
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Heads or Tails
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As I am walking down the street, I see the entrance to the lobby of the hotel I had been looking for: "Royal Twilight Inn".
“Certainly does look fancy enough, even with the name in consideration!” I ponder, as I continue to walk towards the entrance.
The lobby looks like an industrial size greenhouse of glass and steel, though it is crystal-clear Sapphire in place of the traditional glass.
“I did not know, Twilight was into gardening..” I mumble to myself.
The Twin sliding doors eagerly slide up before me as I approach, as if a Portier had opened the door for me; even if there is no sign of a Portier here right now.
“Click, clack; click, clack..” is heard; echoing as I step onto the black, pristine marble.
“She does not seem to have a problem with the Royal style, presenting her as someone you look up to and admire!” I consider.
The reception desk is in the middle of the spacious hall I had just stepped into. Apparently, the receptionist is on the display behind the glass; as if I had entered a Cafe, proud to showcase their baked goods. Though I guess I could not blame them, with the appearance of the girl tending the desk before me. She is wearing a tight metallic bloody red top and matching mini skirt. The glossy material does not appear to be silk, based on being too smooth and glossy for it.
The girl’s lips are matching the suit, in a genuine, ostentatious smile. Though her eye shadow is a glossy silver metallic, from what I could see. Had I looked down, I would have seen her matching red equine hooves resting comfortably on the floor behind the desk. Her crystal-clear, inch-long, semi-square nails are hard to miss; her hands ruefully resting, on the top of the desktop as if it had been a keyboard.
Her hair is glossy and black, just as her eyebrows and inch-long eye-lashes. The bangs are maintained in the split Unicorn style, even if I can see no horn protruding from her forehead. Diminutive braids before her ears are reaching down to her shoulders; while the tight, Pi inch thick braid follows the length of her spine all the way down to her knees.
“How much work it must have required, not to mention the patience in order to arrange and maintain her coiffure?” I ponder.
“At least; that is not exactly my problem!” I ponder; “But it does look good..” I continue.
She is looking so innocent, to me; as if she had been kept in a protected garden and just released from education.
I continue, walking up to the girl before me; “Click, clack; click, clack..” finally approaching her, and she is looking up at me.
Of course she had seen me, even before I had stepped into the lobby; though she was focusing on the screen before her, awaiting my imminent arrival. While she is still looking innocent, in her appearance; she acts, with all the focused discipline of the master at arms or maybe a Navy Seal?
“Greetings..” she exclaims, just as I am stepping in within the three foot of her desk.
“Greetings..” I respond.
“Do you have a reservation?” she inquires.
“Yes..” I respond; “under the name May Willow!” I continue.
“Ah, yes; Miss May Willow, your room is awaiting your arrival, fully prepared for you!” she coos.
“Thank you, Miss..” I respond, with a curtsy; “She somehow carries herself in a more oriental style..” I ponder, considering the beautifully slanted eyes and the glossy black hair.
Place the palm of your right hand, onto the plaque..” she explains, indicating the glistering black rubbery hexagon on the right side of her desk; “and spread your fingers wide, in order to verify your identity!” she explains, most helpfully.
“Oh, oh; but of course..” I respond, following her instructions as best I can; “I was wondering, how I were to clear the reservation..” I ponder.
“Take the elevator, to my right!” she offers, indicating the stainless steel door on her right; with a graceful flourish of her hand and a deep curtsy, directed at me with a slight hint of a blush.
“Queen will be most pleased with her..” the Receptionist ponders, as she is watching me walk towards the twin sliding doors of the indicated elevator.
“Click, clack; click, clack..” is heard, as I walk over to the elevator.
A moment after I had left the Receptionist at the desk of the lobby, I stop before the twin doors to the elevator; lifting up my right hand and gently press the palm down onto the plaque, spreading my fingers as wide as comfortably possible to open the door.
I feel the inherent warmth of the glistering black Silicone under the palm of my hand, sensing what amounts to the clasp of a hand for as long as I maintain the hand onto the plaque; the doors eagerly slide up to grant me entrance and I am stepping into the surprisingly roomy elevator, only for the door to slide shut quietly behind me as I clear the threshold.
“Greetings, Miss Willow!” the girl before me exclaims; “I am Ellie the Waitress, the Pilot of the elevator and the hostess of the room!” she is presenting herself.
“Greetings, Ellie..” I respond, as I fail to notice the elevator already launching towards the floor of my destination.
I had not had the time to explain anything, let alone to which floor I had intended to go; however, she already knew where my suite is.
“This is your floor, I hope you will have a pleasant evening and enjoy your stay!” she offers.
“Thank you, Ellie..” I respond; “yes, I believe this would be my floor!” I add, as I step out through the now open doors.
The doors quietly close behind me, as I walk down the hall to my room. In place of the glass and steel exterior, and the industrious steel of the elevator; I find the warm wood more to my liking. Just that the mate, black Silicone holding the pin-prick night-sky in place was a bit out of the blue, and highly unexpected on my part. I had been expecting the ceiling painted white and individual lights handing on even divided distances. Maybe I had been misdirected, if I had not seen this coming?
“Oh, and I certainly intend to..” I ponder, as I continue towards my suite; only to stop before the door.
I notice the signature plaque in the place of the expected handle and lock on each door I am passing, on the way to the door to my suite; naturally, there is a black, hexagonal plaque on my door as well.
“Of course; this is why she never handed me a key or a card, in the lobby..” I realize; “but I had verified my identity by applying the palm of my hand onto the plaque..” I consider; “the plaque probably have my fingerprints on file, right along with any number of other biometric information!” I continue, giggling.
I tentatively raise my right hand up and press the palm onto the plaque on my door, spreading my fingers wide to open the door; the door slides up just as she had told me, then I step into the cloaking room and the door quietly slides shut behind me as I clear the threshold. Presenting the palm of my right hand is easier and more convenient, than using a key or a supplied card. Not that I expect to be in a hurry, to get into the room; but one never know, what will come to pass.
I step onto the white oak-wood parquet, noticing the shoe-rack gaping empty in lieu of the shoes I wear; just as the coat hanger and hat racks still remain insistently empty.
As I reach the shoe-rack, I step out of my high heels and deposit them onto the shoe rack; before I unzip the jacket and hang it up over my shoes.
“There, now I can feel right at home!” I ponder, as I am taking a step back, turning towards the door to my living room.
As I am reaching the door to the living room, I am lifting up my right hand and extend the palm onto the plaque; spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door, stepping into my living room and the door quietly slides shut behind me unnoticed.
Just as I can not misplace my hand, it can not be stolen; but pressing the palm onto the plaque is like a greeting, a digital handshake but in the flesh. The sensation is curious, eager; warm and welcoming, as I am granted access to the room behind the door. It is almost, but just almost; like taking the special respective in the hand, in a warm welcome.
As it had been in the cloaking room, I have the white oak-wood on the floor in my living room as well; the walls had been laid with pristine elder linden wood, covered with a four foot tall pink Cherry-wood picket fence with a handrail available at the top. Curious? Either way, I soon notice the mate black Silicone coating the ceiling to keep the LED star skape in position as a night-sky.
On my left; I have a mate black LED screen covering the entire wall from wall, to wall and from floor to ceiling; while I have the three seated Cinematic sofa on my right. The sofa is clad in mate black Silicone.
I walk over to my sofa, sitting down comfortably; lifting up the cushion of the armrest on my right, only to find the fridge containing my preferred Flutter Cola. I extract a bottle, before I close the fridge; uncap the bottle and take a swig, casually sipping on the cool beverage.
“Ah..” I exclaim; “cool and shy, just as I like it!” I conclude.
After a few more sips, I activate the screen; in the hopes of something to rest my eyes on, only to be offered a set of options.
“Room Service” I read.
I opt it in, to see what I have to choose from. Of course, I soon notice I can choose girl to head my call. I choose “Sweetie Belle”; just to see if she is what I think she is. Flipping a few options, just because they placed them before me. However, I am curious to notice she had a default other than the traditional two-tone pink and lavender hair style.
For this setting, I leave her at the default, or factory settings. Though I let on; I may like to see her dressing up for me, once she has arrived at my suite. Maybe, I could ask; if she could carry a small “Toy Kit” just in case.
While I am waiting, I am content with concluding the Cola I had opened.
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“Miss May Willow is requesting Room Service..” the operator reads; “she is requesting Sweetie Belle and asks if she could carry a Toy Kit for the contingency of some fun on the sack..” she concludes.
“I take it..” I respond; as my body is covered in the customary green flame of transformation, as my body is assuming the form of Sweetie Belle.
“I will pick up the kit, on my way..” I announce, as I turn towards the door.
I am picking up the requested kit, before I continue out on my given assignment.
“Notification sent to Miss Sweetie Belle..” the operator announces; “and I am forwarding her the stipulated compensation, for the use of her likeness!” she concludes.
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Dear Miss Sweetie Belle,
we send you this message, to notify you of the use of your likeness at the Royal Twilight in.
The initial compensation for the use of your likeness is being transferred to your account.
Further compensation will be forwarded, depending on duration and type of use according to current rates.
Accountant of Royal Twilight Inn
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“Sweetie Belle, you have mail!” Rarity Announces, as I walk into the kitchen to enjoy her breakfast in Rarity’s company.
“Mail?” I exclaim; I have mail?” I inquire, and my sister points at the envelope resting before my seat by the table.
“Yes, Sweetie; you have mail, today..” she responds; “and by the looks of it, it is important!” she concludes.
I step over to my seat, picking up the envelope; before I sit down by the table, slipping the envelope open in order to read it.
“From the Royal Twilight Inn” I read the address of origin.
“Oh..” she responds, making a curious face.
“They even use Princess Twilight’s Royal Type-face, with the hotel’s modifier in the letter!” I note.
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Dear Miss Sweetie Belle,
we send you this message, to notify you of the use of your likeness at the Royal Twilight Inn.
The initial compensation for the use of your likeness is being transferred to your account.
Further compensation will be forwarded, depending on duration and type of use according to current rates.
Accountant of Royal Twilight Inn
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“Oh..” I exclaim; “they announced; that I get compensation for the use of my likeness, at the hotel!” I mouth.
“You do deserve the compensation..” Rarity points out; “even if you don’t need the funds right now!” she then adds.
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The doors slide shut behind me and I trot over to Miss Willow’s suite.
“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I trot along the hall.
As I am reaching the door I lift up my right hand and gently pres the palm onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide to open the door; stepping into her cloaking room, the door slides shut behind me as I clear the threshold.
I walk over to the shoe rack, stopping to pull my boots off of my feet; "she asked for me to have pretty human feet, like a girl!” I ponder, snickering to myself.
The door to the girl’s room slides up, just as I had slipped out of my Crescent Moon boots and she is looking expectantly at me. I feel a warm, tingling sensation in my cheeks as I show a slight blush as she is looking at me.
“Greetings, Miss Willow!” I offer.
“Greetings, Miss Belle!” she responds; “but please, call me May!” she continues.
“Of course, May..” I respond; “and by the same token, call me Sweetie!” I respond.
“Of course, Sweetie..” she responds; “would you be a Dear, and follow me?” she inquires.
”Yes, Thank you!” I respond, following her back through the door into the girl’s room.
The door slides shut behind me, and she is turning towards me.
“Does she expect a Girl’s Night, with me?” I ponder; ”I guess I can make her happy, if it is what she was after!” I continue.
“Could you insert the oral membrane-tube into your mouth?” she inquires, offering me the tube; while holding a second tube in her left hand.
“I can; since you asked me to..” I respond, as I am accepting the metallic bloody red overnight oral membrane-tube; “Sisterly Bonding?” I suggest.
“Yes, of course..” she responds; watching me inserting the offered tube, as she is inserting the other into her mouth at the same time.
“Fluttershy” the title reads.
“Could you bond the tube to my lips?” she inquires; “then I can bond yours in turn!” she offers.
“Sounds fair..” I respond, accepting the lip-liner she is handing me.
I draw the line from the right to the left over her upper lip, and from the left to the right under her lower lip; effectively bonding the tube onto her lips, as I close the circuit. Once I had bonded her tube, I offer her the pencil to return the favour; she is repeating the process, smiling.
“Oh.. oh.. oh..” she exclaims, in Fluttershy’s shy voice.
“Would you mind applying this ultra glossy wet lip-gloss for me?” she inquires, implying she wants me to apply it for her, and she will apply it onto my lips afterwards.
“Yes!" I whisper, in Fluttershy’s hushed tones.
She is producing the lip-gloss and I am accepting it; applying it from the middle to the right and from the middle to the left onto her upper and lower lips respectively in turn, thus leaving her with the wet and glossy lips she had been expecting. I hand the lip-gloss over to her and she is reciprocating the favour.
“Ooh.. ooh.. ooh..” she exclaims; “beautiful, simply beautiful!” she now exclaims, as she is seeing the effect of the gloss to my red lips.
“You know, I could have chosen a regular wet-look lip-gloss; but what is the fun in that, when you are supplying a far superior product?” May inquires.
“Perpetually Lubricating Lip-Gloss” the title reads; “Orgasmic Wetness” the subtitle reads; “Utter Gloss” the second subtitle reads.
“I think I can see your point, May..” I respond; “they certainly do not sell these products in any Boutique on the street; or even, at the salon or Spa!” I supply.
“No, I guess they don’t..” I giggle; “Now, if you please..” I continue..” if you would be so kind, as to conclude the deal?” she offers, as she is handing me the lip-liner again.
“Thrice?” I inquire, as I am accepting the preferred pencil.
“Yes, please!” she responds; whereupon I repeat the process of bonding, reaffirming and reinforcing the bonding of her oral membrane-tube and the lip-gloss I had just applied to her lips.
I hand the lip-liner back, she is accepting it; before she carefully returns the favour, reciprocating my offer.
“How does that feel?” I inquire; “wet?” I add, a moment later.
“Uhm, yes..” she responds, placing her hands on my waist and pull me in for a tender kiss.
I find my lips parting with hers, just a moment before her tongue is slipping out between her lips.
“Oh, oh; oh, oh; oh, oh..” we sigh in chorus, as her tongue is lolling in and out between my lips for a moment, before she is pulling back.
“Yay, I kissed Sweetie Belle..” she exclaims, just a moment after she had pulled back; her eyes fluttering.
“I hope; that felt as good for you, as it felt for me..” she offers, with a hint of blushing in excitement.
“Yes, I believe it did; even if I don’t know, how you felt..” I respond, even if I have a fair idea as to how the experience affected her emotions.
“She may have underestimated how she were to react..” I ponder.
“Would you mind; following me to the bed room, Sweetie?” she inquires.
“By all means, please lead the way, May..” I respond, as I am following her.
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I step into the bed room, walking over to the wardrobe; glancing back at Sweetie as I stop and open the doors, only to examine what I have to work with.
“Since we are in the bed room; may I suggest we undress, for what I think you are looking for?” she inquires.
“Thank you, Sweetie; if you don’t mind undressing with me, I would enjoy that very much!” I offer.
“I could as well confess now; I chose to accept her recommendation, with eager anticipation..” I ponder.
“Since we are enjoying the privacy of your bed room, I have no problem undressing before you; just as I will enjoy seeing you undress before me!” she offers, generously.
With that, she is slipping the metallic bloody red skirt down; kicking it up and catches it, only to place it onto the floor beside her as I am watching. She continues, pulling the top up over her head; slipping it onto the skirt already on the floor.
“Ooh, looking good!” she merely mouths, mouth openly agape.
“Would you have expected anything less?” she inquires, snickering softly.
“I guess not..” I respond; “just that I could not hold my tongue, voicing my compliment to you..” I continue.
With that, she is demonstratively placing her hands onto her hips and gracefully sliding the panties down in a single fluid motion; kicking them up and catching them, placing them onto the pile of her uniform.
Standing nude, she asks: “Anything in particular; you would like, to see me wearing?”
I am looking at her, for a moment; before I turn my focus into the wardrobe as I scan the content I have to work with; extracting a pair of stockings and gloves, in the Metallic Bloody red of my nightwear.
“These would be just right on you..” I offer, as I extend my right hand holding the preferred garments before her.
“Oh, but of course..” she responds; “I’m trying them out for you; while you are watching, if you so desire!” she concludes.
“Yes, please..” I respond; “I would love to see you in these, Sweetie!” I conclude.
She is picking the right stocking, as she is lifting her foot up; sliding the foot all the way down; pulling the stocking up to her crouch and place the foot onto the floor. Only affording the stocking a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; before she is repeating the process, slipping her left foot into the other stocking. A moment later, she is standing firmly onto her two feet before me.
“Rarity” the label reads; “Full-length Toe-Stockings” the subtitle reads; “Anime Ballerina - Size 35 - Girl Petite” the second subtitle reads.
She is accepting the right glove, slipping her hand all the way in and pulls it up to her shoulder as she is pulling the glove up; affording the glove a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice; before she is repeating the process of putting the second glove on.
“Rarity” the label reads; "Full-length Finger-Gloves” the subtitle reads; “Petite - Ultra-tight - Designer Compliments” the second subtitle reads.
As I had watched her undress and change into the stockings and gloves I offered her; I feel it is my time to change into something new and fresh. With that, I unbutton the blouse and slip my arms out of the sleeves, before I follow her example and leave it onto the floor. I slip my hands down my waist and thus slip the skirt of and kick it up and catch it to place it onto the blouse.
I lift up my right foot, pulling the sock of and place it onto the pile; before I lift up my left foot and pull the sock off of the foot to place it onto the top of my pile of clothes. Standing on my now bare feet, I place my hands on my hips and slide the panties down; kicking them up and catch them in my right hand, only to drop them onto the pile. I pull my brassiere up over my head and deposit it onto the pile.
“There, finally.” I exclaim, as she is looking at me approvingly; “all nude!” I conclude.
She is extracting a pair of stockings, matching the once she is wearing; waiting for me to accept the offered garments.
“Thank you, Sweetie..” I respond, as I am accepting the stockings.
Of course, she had chosen to offer me what I had just offered her a moment before. I could not exactly refuse the offered garments, even if I had wanted to; but I am far too curious and eager for me to not try them on, right now. I try my best, to emulate her movements, as I change into, what she is offering me.
I am lifting up my right foot and slip it into the stocking, pulling it all the way up to my crouch; before I can put the foot down onto the floor while I am affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. With the stocking firmly and comfortably on, I am repeating the process, of slipping the left stocking on. Feeling the slippery and smooth material sliding over my skin, as it eagerly swallow my flesh in a single fluid motion.
As I am standing firmly on both my feet onto the floor, I am accepting the gloves and slide my right hand into the first of the two gloves; pulling it all the way up into my armpit with surprising ease, affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. I repeat the process of slipping the first glove on, as I am slipping the second glove on; feeling the tight contraction along the entire arm, all the way out to the very tip of my fingers.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she inquires.
“Yes..” I respond, with a nod.
“How do we proceed, I hope you have an idea of what you want to see me wear..” she offers, as if she is eager to wear anything I am offering her to slip into.
“Yes; I guess I did have an idea, or two..” I respond.
“Just pick it out, and offer me what you want me to wear; I am eager to see you, choosing for me and you..” she confirms.
“Oh; then I will be selecting something that is exciting me, already..” I push forth; extracting the vaginal tube for her; “how about this?” I inquire, as I present her with a metallic bloody red nighttime membrane-tube.
“Perfect, perfect..” she coos; as she is accepting the preferred tube, eagerly slipping it in; “now; if you would be so kind and bond it, for me!” she exclaims.
“Ah, yes; but of course..” I ponder; “Of course, Sweetie!” I respond, as I am picking up the lip-liner and draw a line along the tube; closing the circuit, thus bonding the tube into her vagina.
I pick the matching anal tube, offering it to her; watching as she is inserting it eagerly, expectation glowing bright in her eyes. Once she had inserted the tube, turned around to present herself by bending forwards; I draw a line along the tube, bonding it by closing the circuit.
“Do you want to insert the tube, or do you prefer me to serve you?” she inquires, as she had extracted the two tubes she is now presenting to me.
“If you would not mind; I think I would appreciate it, if you did insert them for me!” I respond.
“Thank you, May!” she responds, slipping her extended index-finger into the vaginal tube; slowly slipping it in, before she is drawing a line along the tube and thus bonding it into me as she is closing the circuit.
“Oh, oh;- oooh..” I sigh, as the thin membrane slides into my vagina and propagate all the way down to the very bottom of my womb in a matter of seconds.
I feel the contraction propagate down the vaginal walls and further down, as she is slipping the tube in and bonding it to me. I turn around, bend over in order to present myself eagerly; she inserts the anal tube and bonds it into me just as eagerly.
“Oh, oh;- oooh..” I sigh, as the thin membrane slides into my anus.
“If you haven’t made your choice, I would recommend this lubrication..” she is offering, as she is presenting the product to me.
“If you are recommending it, I accept..” I respond.
I apply the lubrication to her vaginal walls with deliberate care, watching the slippery gloss take hold and propagate into her vagina as I continue. Once I feel secure in my handiwork; I pick the lip-liner and bond, reaffirm and reinforce the bond: once, twice and thrice. She is turning around, bending over in order to present herself eagerly; whereupon I repeat the process of applying the lubrication to her, before I pick up the lip-liner: bonding, reaffirming and reinforcing the bond in turn.
“Orgasmic Wet Lubrication” the label reads.
Once I had completed the process of bonding the tube for her, she is turning around to serve me; applying the lubrication to my vagina, before bonding the tube into me. Only to repeat the process of lubricating my anus and bonding the tube, as I turn around and bend over to present myself.
I had felt the renewed contraction, the second contraction as I feel the lubrication on the petals of my orchid and finally; as I contract and the lubrication is saturating me completely. Both for my vagina and anus; just as she had experienced it, a mere minute earlier.
“Touch yourself..” she coos, inciting me to follow her example as she is extending the index-finger of her right hand, sliding the tip of the finger over the petals of her orchid; “Oh, oh;- oooh..” she sighs.
“Oh, oh;- oooh..” I sigh, chorusing her, only half a second out of phase.
“That.. that, that feels so good..” I exclaim; “and I am incredibly wet, too..” I then conclude, in overt excitement.
“Yes..” she breathes; “you most certainly are..” she then adds; “we both are..” she ponders; “but now, I just hope she does not mind; staying wet for the foreseeable future..” she concludes.
“These panties should be right up your alley..” she suggests; presenting me with a pair, identical to what she intends to slip into.
“Yes, please; thank you, Sweetie..” I respond.
She is lifting her right foot up and slip it through, before she is setting the foot down and lifts up her left foot; slipping it through and place the foot onto the floor, before she is pulling it all the way up over her hips and affords it a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice.
I had watched her, as she slipped her pair of panties on; now, I am repeating the process of slipping into the proffered panties in turn. Eager, excited. Is she turning me on? She is certainly making a good effort, to the effect; as I find myself transfixed, in the process of slipping into my nightwear with her.
“Rarity” the label reads; “G Cup” the subtitle reads; “Plug and Play” the second subtitle reads.
“Just the top left, and we could call it a night..” she offers; as she is handing me a top, identical to the one she is holding for herself.
“Thank you, Sweetie..” I respond.
I watch her, as she is pulling her top down over her head; only to afford her top a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.
As she lets go of her top, I am mirroring her effort; just a minute after her, enjoying the sense of the smooth surface of the liquid elasticity of my garment.
“Rarity” the label reads; “A Cup - Proud Teen” the subtitle reads; “E Cup - Productive Play” the second subtitle reads.
“Beautiful, just beautiful..” she exclaims; you do look stunning..” she compliments me; “but alas, you could always opt, for the final item to perfect your appearance, you know..” she then suggests; inciting me to try on, what she had in mind.
“I think I could stay up, for a few minutes longer; if you have something, to try on?” I respond.
“Since you are up for it..” she puts forth; “as a matter of fact; I do have one final item, for you to try on!” she declares, holding out the metallic bloody red nighttime face-mask before me.
Maybe, just maybe; I should not have accepted this offer, but her presentation is just too enticing, for me to be able to resist it now.
She demonstratively puts her mask onto her face; and I watch her, as she is putting it on. Once she had put her mask on, she offers to help me and I am accepting her offer without a thought; feeling the slippery Silicone sliding over the skin of my face, as it eagerly slides into its position; only to hold on to my face, as if it had been painted on.
“Rarity” the label reads; “Anime Extension” the subtitle reads; “Semi-Equine Option” the second subtitle reads.
Had I not known better; I could have assumed, it is a permanent Latex make-up painted directly onto my entire face, too. If not for the fact; this is no Latex or Rubber, but in fact Silicone. The distinction is well above my head; and not just for the late hour, and how tired I am right now. I just persist; because I enjoy her offer, enticed by her suggestions.
What I had not been expecting, is how the mask is covering my eyes and effectively blocking all light out; what I had not even noticed, is how the mask is slipping over my lips and an inch into my mouth in the process.
Of course, the mask holds a few secrets; on the count, of being for nighttime use primarily. If I will ever notice any of these; who is to say, but I am already wearing the mask. Just as Sweetie Belle, beside me; who had originally suggested I was to wear it, while she was putting an identical mask onto her very own face, at the time.
As a nighttime, overnight mask; it is smooth and stays firmly in place, without leaving distracting sensations to let on that it is even there. The lubrication of its inner surface, eagerly absorbed my skin; leaving my skin supple and flexible, to make the few remaining traces of its presence completely melt away within minutes.
“Since you are completely covered, in the selected ensemble; I guess it is high time, for you to go to bed and sleep?” she inquires; “However, I do have one final suggestion, for you to try on..” she then offers.
“Oh, thank you Sweetie; what is it, you have for me?” I respond.
“Just in case, you were curious; as to how it feels, to have my hairstyle, for a day or two?” she inquires.
“That does sound like only too much fun..” I respond.
“Then, by all means; just turn around and stand still for a minute, as I help you putting the hair on..” she coos.
I just nod, as I turn around; standing still, in anticipation of her latest suggestion. As she is placing the hair onto my head, I feel it sliding into place; contracting, in order to hold on to the top and back of my head.
“There, perfect..” she proclaims.
I move over to my bed, stop and fold the corner of the quilt up against the wall; before I am sitting down onto the bed, slipping my feet in under the quilt.
While I am slipping into bed, she walks over to the door and lifts up her right hand, extending the palm of her hand gently onto the plaque; spreading her fingers wide to open the door, before she is stepping out of the room and the door slides shut behind her as she had cleared the threshold.
As she is stepping out of my bed room, I fold the crystal-clear quilt back down over myself; before I lay my head down onto the pillow and close my eyes, falling asleep a moment after my head is touching the pillow.
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The room is perfectly dark, as I wake up; my eyes stubbornly remain closed for a few minutes, even after I put an effort into opening them. The mask I put on, late last night is escaping me, for a moment longer.
I slide my right hand out, from under the quilt as my eyes open; critically examine what I can see in the sparse light, trying to prey the secrets escaping me out of the darkness’ grasp.
As I guess I had been expecting, the first I notice; is that the hand is a glossy metallic bloody red, but otherwise it seems to be my hand such as I recall it from the day before. The darkness of the room refuses, to let me prey more details out of its grasp.
What little I can see, of the room in the current dark mode; everything is, exactly where I recall it being.
Since my hand is looking, as if it is my hand; just as the room seems to be what I recall, nothing is sticking out.
However, the light of the stars overhead starts growing brighter; casting light onto what I have before me, permitting me to see what is in the room. Of course; the room is, exactly as I had been expecting.
First now, I realize my hands are a bit on the petite side; but aside from that, they are still my hands.
“Semi-square, Inch-long nails, I just hope they are Crystal-clear too..” I breathe.
With the metallic bloody red gloves on, I can not see the colour of my nails; more than I can see the suction-cups covering the palms of my hands, or the touch-pads at the tip of each of my fingers. However, the gloves can only hide the visual details; but I can still feel all the sensitivity, the effects of these full-length gloves were affording me for the night I had been wearing them.
Now, as the room is starting to lighten up; I fold the corner of my quilt up, against the wall. Now, I am sliding my feet out from under the quilt; sitting up comfortably, before I am pushing myself out of the bed, to find myself standing on my own two feet.
“Thud” is heard, as my feet are hitting the floor, in perfect unison.
Just as my feet had hit the floor, my hands go up against the ceiling; my arms forming the letter Y, in consort with my erect posture on the floor.
After a moment, I let my hands fall; pulling them in towards my face, feeling the smooth rubbery surface of the Silicone-mask I had been wearing all night.
The door slides up, quietly; just before Sweetie Belle is entering the room, ogling me, where I am standing.
“Good morning, May..” she exclaims, just as the door is sliding shut behind her.
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A Sweet, Sweetie Belle’s Morning
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A Sweet, Sweetie Belle’s Morning: 3
Author's Note
Ms. Sweetie Belle's POV
A Sweet, Sweetie Belle’s Morning: 3
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Enter
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As I am waking up, the room is stark black; I can see exactly nothing, then I realize my eyes are closed. I try to open my eyes, they stubbornly stay closed shut for several minutes; despite the effort I am putting into my attempts, before I manage to break the lid and my eyes finally do open.
Once my eyes had opened, I can see the contours of what is in the room. The room, still nightly dark; but the stars overhead start to slowly grow brighter and brighter, to the daytime setting.
As the light is bright enough, I can see the room; soon recognizing where I am, in the room of May Willow’s.
Slowly, memories are bleeding into my consciousness and I remember what we were doing, the day before.
I had accepted the call, to attend to Miss May Willow the day before; just as I had arrived at her door, entering her suite.
Once I had arrived, I had been undressing with May in her bed room; before we were putting on the nightwear together, in her room. Furthermore, we had inserted a set of membrane-tubes: anal, vaginal and oral in turn. I had bonded and lubricated her tubes, for her; just as she had bonded and lubricated my tubes, for me in turn.
The memories of the event, slowly deliberating, what we were enjoying together; before we had gone to bed, in our respective rooms. Of course, I had fallen asleep; shortly after, I had gone to bed. I still do feel rather full, from the joyous consumption of Love she had shared so freely with me. As such, I had been accepting what she offered.
With the memories of the previous day, clearly in my mind; I had returned to the room in which I had found myself, as I had woken up. The room is identical, to the room in which May is sleeping; while I suspect, she is waking up about now. I do not know, for certain; but since I had just woken up, I have reason to believe, so has May.
Clad in the red suit, of her nighttime wardrobe; I am stirring, lifting up my hand out from under the quilt.
With the memories of the day, I had shared with May; the realization is hitting home, I am wet. Soaking wet.
She had been eager to lubricate my every open orifice the other day; just as I had been equally eager, to reciprocate the service in turn. She had enjoyed it, back then; but then, so had I. Why shouldn’t she?
As my hand slides up, out from under the quilt; it slips past my vision, letting me see what gloves we had been choosing to wear. The change had not been significant, to me; but I guess it is changing her, more than she had been expecting. Could I blame her, even if we had been enjoying it quite Royally?
Now, with the hand out from under the quilt, I can fold the quilt up against the wall; before I am slipping my feet out, from under the quilt into a sitting position. I push forwards, out and away from the bed; only for my feet to hit the floor with a distinct “Thud”, leaving me standing on my own two feet. The very feet, May had been requesting me to have; back when she had asked for her Room Service, last night.
“Thud” is heard, from the room on the other side of the hall; the room, where May had been sleeping.
“I am not nude, and even if I had been, I am in the privacy of her suite; so it should be perfectly acceptable unless she had said anything to the contrary...” I ponder, but she never did even mention it.
As a matter of fact; I do recall, she had enjoyed ogling me just as much as I had been enjoying it. I had been ogling her too, in turn; reciprocating the favour, in kind. She did not mind, and she certainly had not been complaining. Why? Why should she?
Somehow; she feels like a Sister to me, or possibly a Twin.
It is not just in the moment we had shared, is it? I had felt something deeper, from her.
Just how deep, I can not say; not yet, anyway. Yet, I can feel something; I can not quite put my finger onto, just yet.
What I can say, with certainty; is that there is something, drawing me to her. I feel myself being drawn to May Willow.
Since I am here, I could just as well assist her; as she is changing into her day-wears, the ensemble of the day. With that, I forgo my examination of the wardrobe in my room; instead heading for the door, on my way over to May.
I am lifting up my right hand and extend the palm onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door; stepping out of my room as soon as the door slides up, only for the door to slide shut as soon as I had cleared the entrance.
I take the few steps over, to the door into her room; stopping before the door, on my way to May.
I am lifting up my right hand and extend the palm onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door; stepping out of my room as soon as the door slides up, only for the door to slide shut as soon as I had cleared the entrance.
“Good morning, May..” I exclaim, ogling her; just as the door is sliding shut behind me.
“Good morning, Sweetie..” she responds; excitedly, just a moment later.
“Wait.. I always wanted to say that, to someone!” she ponders; “and now, I finally have the chance; to genuinely say it, to someone.. (her )!” she concludes.
“I take it, you slept well..” I coo, as I continue towards May.
“Yes, Sweetie; as I trust you did, as well?” she inquires.
“Surprisingly well, yes..” I respond.
“Excellent, excellent..” May responds; ”I see, you did forgo, changing into your day-wear, Sweetie?” she inquires; ”Then, by all means; maybe we could change into the new ensemble together?” she concludes.
”Yes, dear May; I forwent it in favour of spending more time with you, so changing into the day-wear together seems like the way to go..” I respond.
“As a matter of fact; I was hoping you were to ask me to share this experience, with you!” I declare, as I step over to her wardrobe.
“You were?” she inquires, as she follows me over to her wardrobe; “How convenient; because I was hoping you were looking forward to sharing this experience, with me..” May points out.
“First order of business; stripping out of our night wears..” I suggest, just as I am opening the doors to her wardrobe on the left.
“She does look considerably more eager, than I had been anticipating..” she realizes; “more eager, than I thought her position was demanding out of her, too!” she ponders.
“If you wonder; you can always ask me to follow you, or ask me not to follow you!” I explain.
“I can?” she inquires; “Yes, but of course you can..” I respond.
While I stand before the wardrobe, I slip my hands in under the fabric of the panties and swiftly slide them down in a single fluid motion; demonstratively kicking them up and catching them in my right hand, only to leave them onto the floor of her now open wardrobe.
“Whoa..” she exclaims; “Could you perform a private strip tease?” she inquires.
“I could..” I pronounce; “if and when you ask me to!” I explain.
Just as I am glancing back at her; I can see her dropping her panties onto the floor, only to pick them up and dump them onto her pile of yesterday’s clothes.
I continue, by pulling the top up over my head and place it onto the pile of clothes; watching her, as she is following my example.
Now I am slipping the right and left stocking off in turn, before I slip them onto the pile; whereupon I am slipping the right and left glove off in turn, leaving them onto the pile while I am observing her following my example.
“If you like, I could help you with the hair and mask; then you can help me, with my mask?” I suggest.
“Yes, please..” she responds, nodding vigorously, slowly turning towards me, with an eager expression on her face.
“Then, by all means; I shall do, as you wish..” I respond; “if you help me, slipping my mask off of my face; I will help you slipping your hair and mask off of you in return..” I continue.
I am turning my head towards her, facing her; and she is turning her head to face me, in the process.
“If you place your hands onto my cheeks, probing the skin just below and behind my ears; you should find the seam, you could slip your fingers in and pull my mask off of my face?” I inquire.
“Oh..” she exclaims, as she is lifting her arms up; placing her hands onto my cheeks, probing my face for what I had been indicating.
A moment later, I feel her fingers slipping in under the rim of the mask; only for her to slowly slip in the tips of her fingers in under the mask, gently pulling the mask off of my face. Moments later, she is standing with the mask in her hands; pondering, what had just happened.
“Did it feel, as if you were trying to rip my face off; not just the mask, as I had suggested?” I inquire.
“Yeah...” she responds, “I guess it felt a bit like that..” she continues.
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Dressing up with Twin
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A Sweet, Sweetie Belle’s Morning
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I had woken up, after the designated amount of hours for the changes to take hold; I had been transformed, during the night. (Even if I am barely even aware of these changes; or, what they will mean to me in the future. {Could I even change back; to the girl I had been, before last night had happened?})
Once I had slipped out of bed; Sweetie is stepping into the room; helping me to change into the daytime wears, I am to wear for the day. (It had been an experience, helping her to slip the mask off of her face; enough said about it, I don’t want to linger on the experience!)
Despite everything, I am still feeling wet; as if I had been caught, mid orgasm? Well, that is how I am feeling. (A bit embarrassing, if I have to say so; but I will manage, so long as I don’t have to reveal this to anyone!)
“Before we dress up, for the day; would you mind, if we could explore one-another for just a moment?” Sweetie inquires.
“A Kiss, would be a wonderful start on the new day..” I respond; “together, like sisters?” I inquire.
“Uhm, yes..” she responds; “Twin Sisters, forever; unless you mind, that is!” she concludes. (Maybe a bit of Fluttershy is still lingering, while she is still wearing the oral tube; even if it is bonded and fused to her, rather than just worn.)
“Mind.." I ponder; “not really!” I decide. (I will still insist, on calling her Sweetie; just as she had initially asked me to, just as we met!)
I take a step forwards, towards her; she is mirroring my action, diminishing the distance between us, in a heartbeat. (My heart is beating hard, and fast. Thumping like crazy.)
In my excitement, I place my hands on her hips; she is mirroring my stance, without a thought. As I lean forwards, my hands slowly slide down her back; and the tips of my fingers slide into her from behind. As if I could have helped myself; but she does not seem to mind, as she apparently does the same.
My lips tough hers; I am kissing her, as she is reciprocating my kiss. I feel her wet, warm lips pressing against mine.
“Ooh.. ooh.. oooh!” I exclaim, as I am feeling the tips of her fingers slipping into me. (her reaction is mirroring mind, as the tip of her tongue slips in between my slightly parted lips.)
I feel her eager wetness, caressing her with the tips of my fingers; just as she is mirroring my action, as she is enjoying just how wet she is finding me.
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My tongue slips into her mouth, sliding in between her slippery and wet lips. I find my lips tightening up, slightly; in the process, and my tongue starts lolling in and out between her tight lips.
I am pressing my chest up against her, enjoying the tight embrace; like I had never expected to, but finds increasingly exciting.
My love, for her; slowly binding her to me, slowly sealing the bond between us.
As her bond to me is strengthening, so is my bond to her; while I may have initiated the process, but I can’t stop or even slow this down if I had wanted to.
As the tips of her fingers are caressing the rim of my rear orifice; I find myself growing hot and excited, the longer she is persisting. Of course; this is what I had agreed to the other night, even if I had not realized the consequences at the time. Bonding these tubes into place, had only strengthened the effect it is having upon me, just as sleeping on the matter had.
I am feeling her hot breath, entering my mouth, just as my breath is entering her mouth in the next instant.
Her fingers slip out of me, as she is taking a step back; thus breaking of the kiss, we had enjoyed so dearly. She is lifting up her right hand, extending the index finger; gently placing the tip of her finger on my lower lip, causing my mouth to contract instinctively. As the tip of her finger lingers, my lips contract further and further, tightening up around the tip of her finger.
Once she is withdrawing the hand, I can no longer part my lips.
“Oh oh..” I mouth, without making as much as a single noise.
“Exactly..” she exclaims; your turn!” she concludes, expecting me to reciprocate.
I can’t deny her, what she is asking for; so I mirror her movement, placing the tip of my finger on her lower lip. As the tip of my finger lingers, I feel her lips slowly tighten and contract around the tip of my finger. Instinctively, I apply a bit more pressure; sliding the finger in between her lips slowly.
She helplessly looks at me, as she is experiencing her lips and mouth slowly contracting further and further; gazing into my eyes, in excitement.
I give her lip a final push; before I am slipping in the tip of the index-finger of my left hand, applying pressure to the corners of her mouth.
I feel her lips grow stiff, as her eyes are glazing over; in response to applying the pressure to the corners of her mouth.
“Oh.. Oh..” I mouth, as I apply one final push; before I am pulling my fingers out, from inside her mouth.
“I..” I ponder; “should move her over to my bed..” I conclude.
I had wanted to ask her, to lie down on my bed; but now, it seems I have to take her to my bed by myself. It isn’t that is hard, just that I prefer to ask her.
Once I had managed to place her on my bed, I help her into a comfortable position, where she lies on her back, her hands resting beside her.
I steal a kiss from her, knowing she still loves it; even if she barely is able to partake, but she had already expressed as much.
Now, what to do?
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I feel weird.
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I lean over, once more, kissing her on her lips, leaning down further, pressing my lips down tightly on hers and part my lips. I feel her warmth, her love; even if I should not have the capability to sense her love; I am not a changeling, but she had given me a part of herself in this exchange. I had given her something, in turn; completing the deal, even without knowing what I had agreed to in the first place. Such is love?
I feel her lips parting, on their own; as if she had parted her lips, participating in the kiss.
Her tongue slowly slip out, between her lips; slowly, carefully exploring my wet lips.
“Oh.. Oh.. Oh..” I mouth, as I feel the tip of her tongue playing over my now wet and slippery lips. The tip of her tongue, slowly and deliberately teasing me; making it absolutely certain, I realize she had wanted this kiss all along. Even now; as her body had been turned into a rubbery state, temporary.
“I am your Body Pillow (Sweetie Belle), and I will be with you, always and forever!” she mouths; giving me the impression, she is eager and excited to announce this occasion to me.
“Oh, my own dear little Sweetie..” I respond; half by half taken aback by the words, while I can not help being excited over her statement. (Of course; but, why not?)
“Oh, Dear..” I ponder; “and now, she is putting these words into my mouth, quite literally; even if I guess I could confess, it had been a life-long dream of mine!” I realize. (The realization may be a bit of a shock; but once realized, it can not be denied! {But, why should it be denied in the first place?})
While she is a Changeling, even if I had not known it; but now she is my Changeling, even if I still do not know that she is a Changeling. (Is the fact important? I have no idea, but neither do I care)
“Time to dress up, for the day..” she suggests; “before it grows cold and stale!” she puts forth.
“Oh, but of course..” I mouth, her lips tightly pressed against mind; “I guess we could!” I conclude.
With that, she is playfully pushing me up; off of herself, in order for her to slide out of bed.
I follow her over to the wardrobe. She is leading me, eagerly; opening the doors to her wardrobe, before she is selecting what to wear.
“These should be just right for you..” she proposes; as she is extracting two pairs of Panties, handing one over to me; “I hope you enjoy wearing these, even outside of our Bed Rooms and suite!” she concludes.
She soon slips into her panties, right and left; pulling them all the way up without batting an eye, as the twin plugs slide into her in the process. Once her panties are up, she is affording them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. (I eagerly follow her example, as best I can; even if I can’t ignore the intrusion, by the plugs she had selected for me.)
Naturally, the Panties had been lubricated; in order to ascertain, that they will be sliding on (and in) effortlessly. Incidentally, the lubrication causes me to contract reflexively; just as the tip of the plugs hit my flesh, only to slide in just as effortlessly as intended.
While these plugs are not overly large, but they eagerly rivet themselves into me; holding on to my orifices, both anal and vaginal entry respectively.
“Follow my lead, and see where it is taking you!” she urges me, leaving me incapable of resisting her suggestion.
She is standing before me, facing me and gazes into my eyes; as she is reaching her right hand for my crotch, placing the palm of my hand comfortably between my legs. Since she had urged me to, I mirror her action; placing the palm of my hand squarely between her legs, only to find the tip of my middle finger right over where her anal plug is embedded into her rear orifice.
As I feel the tip of her middle finger probing me, I feel her pressing down gently; exposed to the sensations she is eliciting in the process, as the tip of her finger finds its mark and pushes in slightly. (Just as far, as the squishy material the plug had been crafted out of is permitting; but the sensations are unmistakable, and I all but scream.. {if not for the oral tube I had inserted the night before, that is} leaving my face with a silly grin.)
Meanwhile, I find the spot, where the squishy plug is permitting me to push in; probing her from behind, teasing her no end with the unexpected sensations I irrevocably am exposing her to in the process.
“It feels, almost as if you had slipped your finger inside; but, without actually entering me..” she is mouthing, expressing my sensations to a T. (I just nod, acknowledging the sentiment; accepting the statement, as my own feelings.)
In her company; the intimacy feels heart-warming and wholesome, n ways I just fail to put words on. (Or; put a finger on, as it were.)
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I feel weird. (Does that make it a good kind of weird? I don’t know, but I choose to believe.)
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She had just extracted a pair of black tops, matching the Panties we are currently wearing; deep, dark black, glistering in the light and glittering in delight. (Just no plug included, in this Garment.)
I watch her slipping the top down over her head, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice. (While I am slipping into my own proffered Top.)
She makes me enjoy myself. (As if she had been my Partner; but then again, she is my Body Pillow.. {My very own Sweetie Belle} So why complain, when life is serving the main dish on a silver platter?)
Just as I had managed to pull my top down, confirming that it is indeed sitting just right; she is producing what appears to be a Lip Liner or possibly and eye Liner, just a glossy transparent.
Would you twirl for me, as I apply this Silicone Bond to your top?” she inquires, as she starts to apply it to the lower rim between the Top and my belly; “so that you can in turn, help me applying the bond for me!” she then finishes. (Naturally, I do comply; I just could not make myself, not doing as she is suggesting.)
Once she had applied the bond to my belly; she is following up with my neck and my right and left sleeve in turn. Whereupon I repeat the process, helping her with her top. (Then we repeat the process, applying the Slave Bond to the Panties, in place of the master Bond applied to the Top.) This should be most interesting, to explore.
“There; that should prove to be some excitement, down the line!” she exclaims; hinting towards the arrangement having a purpose, intended to play out on preset conditions.
“All sealed up..” I breathe; “I hope you explain this, in time for when I need to know!” I mouth.
“When you put it like that; you will need a special plug, in time for bed!” she pushes forth; leaving me with even more suggestive images to deal with, giving me even more excitement to look forwards to.
“But first..” she intones; “the rest, of your reverse strip tease..” she continues; “even if I guess some of the tease still is included!” she concludes.
“That does count, as a tease..” I concede, nodding; “though; I still did enjoy it, I like it very much!” I point out, excitedly.
“Is that so?” she inquires; “As a matter of fact; I do have another tease for you, for just before bedtime!” she suggests, snickering.
“If it is anything, like the one you just offered me; I am certain, I will be enjoying it Royally!” I declare.
“Then I will make the most of it..” she suggests; “but rest assured, now I will!” she declares.
“I am looking forwards to it!” I promise. (Was that a Promise, or a Threat; all depending, on your point of view! {If you enjoy it, it is a promise; if you don’t enjoy it, it instantly becomes a threat} Thankfully, I think I will be enjoying, what she had promised me.)
“Right now, it is time to continue dressing up; so that we can enjoy the day, without the limitations of the suite and room!” she suggests.
“Oh, yes; but of course!” I respond.
With that, she is extracting two identical skirts from the wardrobe; Electric Metallic Blue, knee-long ultra tight pencil skirts.
I am accepting the proffered garment, watching her stepping into hers right and left; pulling it all the way up, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. I mirror her actions; in slipping the skirt on, while I am watching her. While I am watching, I enjoy the high gloss finish with extra glitter, applied to the garment; while I am enjoying the tightness and the liquid elasticity, as I am slipping into it.
While it does look tight, the elasticity negates the perceived restrictive nature of the skirt, effortlessly.
“Could you make a twirl?” she inquires; “So that I can see!” she explains.
She is once more producing the bond, applying it to the top of my skirt, as I am performing the twirl.
She is handing the bond over; “and now, it is your turn!” she explains, and I eagerly accept; “so that you can return the favour!” she concludes.
“Yes, please!” I respond; watching her twirl, as I apply the master bond to the top of her skirt, just as she had just done for me a moment before.
Of course, this skirt does have an ultra high cut; just so that it can be bonded to my flesh, while I am wearing the panties. (Even when these already have a very high cut, in the first place.)
Once I had finished bonding her skirt to her body; she extracts an ultra short dress, matching the skirt she had already put on.
I watch her pull the dress down over her head, slipping into it; enjoying the ultra tight fit and the liquid elasticity in the process. Naturally; I follow her example, slipping into the proffered dress in eager anticipation and excitement. (The dress comes with a deliberate jewel neckline and ultra long sleeves.)
Once I had slipped into my dress, I am presenting my hands; whereupon she applies the slave bond to the sleeves.
She is handing me the bond, presenting her hands; whereupon I am returning the favour, bonding the dress to her. She is doing a twirl, permitting me to apply the bond to her neck as well. I hand over the bond, performs my twirl; whereupon she bonds the dress along the neckline of the dress, in order to complete the process.
“While I guess, we could have gone out, like this; but I feel like putting on a pair of stockings..” she suggests, as she is extracting a pair of thigh-high stockings, matching the dress; “Slip into these, please!” she urges me and I accept.
I am watching her, as she is slipping the stockings on: right and left; mirroring her action, in slipping into the proffered garments.
Once she is done, she is handing me the bond, urging me to bond these stockings to her thighs; I am eagerly accepting, performing the favour. Once I am done, I am handing the bond over; only to see her accepting, whereupon she returns the favour.
Had I expected these to be toe-stockings, I would have been disappointed; just as I would have been shocked, in realizing that I am feeling the surface of the stockings as if it had been my skin. (Is this a hidden secret with these bond she had us apply to the ensembles, for one another?)
“Curious..” I observe; “while I can see the stockings covering my skin, I can still feel as if my skin had been bare!” I conclude.
“Exactly..” she confirms; “but now, we can leave the bed room!” she suggests.
“Oh..” I respond, following her out of the room.
She is lifting up her right hand and extends the palm of the hand onto the plaque, spreading her fingers wide in order to open the door; the door eagerly slides up quietly, whereupon she is exiting the room with me in tow and the door is sliding shut as I had cleared the threshold.
I find myself in the living room, or sitting room; whichever you choose to call it, based on your situation.
“Have a seat, please!” she suggests, as she is presenting a vial of nail polish.
“Metallic Electric Blue” reads the label; “Slave Bond Lacquer” reads the subtitle; “Designer Nail” reads the second subtitle.
“Oh..” I exclaim; “matching nails..” I continue, in growing excitement.
“If you place your hands on the table, before you; palms down, so that I can paint your nails!” she urges me.
As I am complying, I place the palms down; spreading my fingers wide, offering her ample space between my fingers in order to make this easy on her in the process.
She is placing the vial before herself, as she is sitting down before me; facing me, in preparation for what she had just promised.
I watch her, as she is painting my nails one at the time; from thumb to pinkie finger, right and left hand in turn. While I am watching her, in breathless anticipation; she starts from the very root of the nail, drawing the brush all the way down over the tip of the nail. Right and left, right and left; coating the entire nail perfectly, without leaving any of the nail unpainted or covering any of the skin around the nail. (Of course, she is painting the back of the nail; sealing the nail in as she is painting the edge from the right to the center and from the left to the center.)
Once she is capping the vial, my polished nails are instantly cured, whereupon the design implied is taking hold. (Little did I know, or could even imagine; that I could recall this manicure, just by simply putting the top I am currently wearing on!)
While I am watching, the nail slowly grow up to just before the final joint of the respective finger; spreading out to the outer edge on the right and left of the finger in turn. (Once done, the entire nail is a total of an inch long.)
I Gasp.
“Now, it is your turn to return the favour; if you would not mind, that is. (Fluttershy’s voice making itself obvious in the wording chosen.)
I accept, switching places with her; whereupon I mirror her action as best I can, offering her the same manicure she had just offered me.
“Oh – kay..” I exclaim; “that does feel weird!” I point out.
“Yes.” she responds; “I guess, it does!” she agrees, confirming my expression.
“But, but, but..” I stutter; “It does look good, all the same..” I put forth; “and it does go quite well with the ensemble, you chose for the two of us!” I conclude, admiring her handiwork.
“Yes, it does..” she agrees; “I guess; I could have you try this ensemble, in a few other colours..” she suggests; “but, I could not have you in red; in daytime, as red is the nighttime colour here!” she explains.
“Oh..” I utter; “okay!” I conclude.
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Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..
Bed Time: Exploration
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Author's Note
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/563153/1/pinkie-pies-changing-boot-at-raritys-boutique/x
