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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

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