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Ms. June Sly's POV

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Gift, for the June-Bug

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May had kissed me, into submission; or at least, I think it was May. She had been wonderful, working wonders for me; staying on top of me, all day. I had enjoyed it, to the very last instant. Even if she had made me use up every last orgasm I have, every last one I may ever have.

Orally? But still; I had enjoyed every last one, all the same.

How could I not? With May on top; it had been glorious, beyond words or expressions.

In the end, she had permitted me the release of the climax; I had fallen asleep and slipped into an unconscious state a moment later. At least, I had enjoyed it all; she made me feel wonderful, made me feel hot as blazing Hell.

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Eventually, I am waking up again. It’s a new day, a beautiful new day; with May on my belly, as I finally open my eyes.

She is not impatient, as I wake up. She was never impatient, with me; was she, ever? It is, as if she had been waiting for me to wake up; all night, only too happy to wait for me. She has the most beautiful eyes, I had ever seen; the most beautiful eyes, I had ever been fortunate to gaze into.

“You know, I ordered you a fresh hooficure; Lotus will polish your pretty little hooves for you in a moment..” she explains.

“Oh, thank you, May!” I respond.

“I know, you would do the same..” she merely responds; knowing my stand-in had done the same for her.

She is slipping off of the bed, fluidly; as if she had been a pool of Goo, on the smooth surface of my quilt.

With a distinct thump on the floor; she stands up beside me, folding the corner of the quilt up against the floor.

“There, slip out from under the quilt; you will need to stretch your legs, after so many hours trapped in place..” she coos.

“Oh..” I respond; "I guess you are right!” I continue, slowly sliding out from under the quilt.

“Clip, clop!” is heard, as my hind hooves are hitting the floor, as I slide out of bed.

Once I am off of the bed, she folds the quilt back; as if I had never even touched it, let alone slept and entire night or more.

“Hop up onto the bed, it is more comfortable; lie down and rest..” she suggests.

“Oh, thank you June-Bug..” I respond, as I sit down onto the bed; making myself comfortable, resting on my back.

“That, is my cue..” Lotus muses; as she is opening the door, stepping into the small room.

“Someone, eager for her hooficure?” Lotus inquires.

“Yes, yes, yes..” I respond, eagerly.

“Thought so..” Lotus proclaims.

“Very well, then; lie down and make yourself comfortable, so I can offer you the hooficure..” she prompts.

With that, I am slipping back up onto my bed; lying down, resting comfortably as I am waiting.

I lie on my back, resting; enjoying myself, as she had suggested. I close my eyes.

While I lie on my back, eyes closed; presenting my hind-hooves to her, she is preparing the can of hoof primer gel. Slowly applying the gel; from the middle, right and left, right and left. Starting at the root of the hoof, down to the very tip of the hard surface, of the hoof. She had started with the right hoof, repeating the process with the left hoof.

Now, she starts over, from the center of the frog to the front of the hoof; right and left, right and left. Repeating the process, with the left hoof. Applying the gel: once, twice and thrice as she is saturating the hoof with the clear gel.

She is capping the can, before producing the hoof-polish. Starting from the middle; right and left, right and left. From the root of the hoof, to the very tip of the hoof.

Polishing the right and left hoof in turn.

She is applying the suction-cup gel to the frog of my right hoof; from the center and all the way out to the tip. Right and left, right and left. Repeating the process with the left hoof.

Applying the polish and suction-cup gel: once, twice and thrice.

“There, beautiful..” Lotus pronounces.

“Looks great, so glossy, I know she will love it..” May offers.

“You love shiny, June-Bug; don’t you, dear?” May inquires.

“Yes, May; I certainly do, and you’ve known that since forever..” I proclaim.

“Not, as if you made a secret out of it?” May teases, giggling.

“This is why I chose the glossy Sapphire Lacquer for you, June..” Lotus coos her explanation.

“Thank you, Lotus!” I respond.

“You are quite welcome, Dear; and if you turn around, I will be extending your hooficure to your fore-hooves as well!” she promises.

“Oh, you will?” I inquire, as I gather my hooves under myself; before I turn around, before I make myself comfortable on my bed. Only now, I face Lotus at the foot end of the bed; my hind-hooves in the air, behind myself.

“Of course, Dear..” she proclaims.

With that, she is producing the first of three cans required to perform my hooficure. I watch her, intently; as she is performing my promised hooficure, enjoying the vantage point.

She is applying the primer, as I am watching; before she is applying the lacquer and suction-cup gels respectively: once, twice and thrice in interlaced order. Lacquer, suction-cup gel; lacquer, suction-cup gel; lacquer, suction-cup gel.

The result is stunning, beautiful and utter gloss; as she leaves my hooves so glossy, I almost see my reflection in them.

“Aloe could offer this, to my sister May; I know she would love, and adore it..” I ponder, while Lotus is performing her art.

“Of course, June-Bug; Aloe is doing exactly that, and May loves it just as much as you do..” Lotus ponders, with a snicker.

This will appear, like a dream; where I see my sister in one room, then step into the next room only for her to be there. Just that she is a girl here, and back to be the Pony I recall she was the other day in the next room.

“You can ogle your hooves, for a moment; permitting the hooficure to take hold, curing completely..” Lotus offers.

“Just a few minutes, but you do want to permit the lacquer to cure completely!” May points out.

“Yes..” I respond, lying still; relaxing, as I wait for the lacquer to cure.

Lotus is waiting, patiently; just soaking up my ambient love, as I enjoy her work.

After a few minutes, May walks over to the door and lifts up her right hand towards the plaque; pressing the palm of her hand onto the glossy black surface and spreads her fingers wide in order to open the door; the door slides up and she steps out of the room, only for the door to slide shut behind her.

“When you feel ready, slip out of bed and I will guide you to a new activity I believe you will be enjoying!” Lotus insinuates.

“Oh..” I respond, remaining on my belly for a moment longer; before I am slipping off of the bed.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop!!” is heard, as my hooves distinctly hit the floor, under the bed.

“Right this way, please..” she offers, as she is walking over to the door out of my bed room and I follow her.

“Wait, this feels good; but I have a distinct sense of the floor, under my hooves now..” I ponder, as I follow Lotus over to the door.

“Is your hooves more sensitive, than you recall from yesterday?” Lotus inquires, as she is lifting up her right hand towards the plaque; gently pressing the palm down onto the plaque and spreads her fingers wide in order to open the door, stepping out of the room with me in tow.

The door quietly slides shut behind me, unnoticed.

“Uhm, yes; somewhat enhanced, I guess!” I respond, as she is leading me over to a door on the other side of the hall.

“That much, was expected!” she responds, as she is approaching the intended door.

Lotus is lifting up her right hand and gently extends her palm onto the plaque, spreading her fingers wide in order to open the door; the door slides up before her and she is stepping in with me in tow, only for the door to slide shut behind me as I had cleared the threshold.

I can see a parabol mirror, covering the entire wall before me as I enter the room. There are two large, crystal-clear, squishy cushions on the floor with three feet of space between them.

“One small detail, before I can introduce you to the excitement..” Lotus offers, as she is producing a tube of gel.

“Oh..” I respond.

With that, she is pouring gel into her right hand; before she starts spreading the gel over my belly, sliding some of the gel into my belly button in the process. Only stopping to poor more of the gel into her right hand; before she continues to work it into the skin of my belly. Only stopping, after she had emptied the tube; saturated my belly, with the clear gel intended for my belly.

She is producing a metallic electric blue Silicone-plug; slipping it into the orifice corresponding to my belly button, on the top of the cushion before me. Naturally, the cushion had been lubricated before I had even entered the room.

“If you would approach the cushion..” she suggests, “then place your belly over that plug, on the cushion..” she continues.

“Oh, of course..” I respond, with a nod as I am trotting up towards the cushion before me.

“Mount the cushion..” she is instructing me; “and wriggle your belly..” she adds, almost as a silly little tease.

“Oh, but of course..” I respond; mounting the cushion before me, wriggling my belly.

“This, feels funny...” I ponder, as I feel the tip of the plug she inserted into the orifice corresponding to my belly button.

Lotus is stepping up behind me, placing her hands on my rump; before sliding her hands forwards and in under my belly, only to reach my belly button after just a few minutes of advancing. The next moment, I feel the fore-and index-fingers of her right and left hand sliding into my belly button; pulling her hands apart, dilating my belly button as she is aiming to slip the plug into my belly button. She slowly lets go of my belly button, as she is certain the plug is inside my orifice; pulling back her hands and stepping back.

“Wriggle your body..” she suggests; “then lift your body a few inches up and off of the cushion you are resting upon!” she continues.

“Oh, of course..” I respond; only to find the plug securely riveted into my belly button, holding me down; “Uhm, I can’t pull my belly off of the cushion..” I add, explaining my situation.

“Oh..” she responds; “of course not..” she continues.

I feel the plug, riveted into my belly button; just as I feel my belly stretching, as if it had been squishy Silicone and not flesh.

It is not, just that I do feel the plug in my belly button; it is in how I feel it stretching inside my belly button and how it is effectively putting an effort into securing the hold, in riveting me onto the smooth surface of the squishy cushion, my belly is resting on top of.

I am stuck in place, on the top of the cushion. It is distracting me, but after a moment it is still feeling fairly acceptable in the end. Even if it is strange and unfamiliar; to the point, where it is distracting me.

She is presenting me with a pair of crystal-clear Sapphire shoes: Horses or Pony shoes, that is. I have equine hooves now, so it makes sense to me; even if I can’t quite see, why I need to wear them.

“Try these on..” she offers.

“Oh, okay..” I respond, as I am accepting the offered shoes before me.

I lightly place my right fore-hoof on the first, then the left fore-hoof on the next; gently holding them in my grip, feeling the shoes on as if I had put a pair of shoes on.

“Just a moment..” she mouths, producing a pencil or shoe-bonder.

She is drawing the line along the rim between the right fore-hoof and the shoe. I feel the shoe bond securely onto my hoof.

She is repeating the process, with the left fore-hoof.

“How does it feel?” she inquires.

“Kind of, as if you just glued the shoes onto my right and left fore-hoof..” I mouth.

“Just in case, if you don’t want to drop a shoe; worrying, you have to focus on gripping your shoes all day when you are out, walking..” she explains.

“Oh, okay..” I respond.

She is bonding, affirming the bond and reinforcing the bond by drawing the line thrice more. Once, twice and thrice.

“There, now your shoes are securely on; will be protecting your hooves against wear and tear, when you trot on coarse surfaces!” she explains.

“So I can put these shoes on, to spare my hooves from the wear and tear; swapping shoes, when they wear down?” I inquire.

“Exactly..” she responds; “Excellent, excellent..” she ponders, with a distinct snicker.

“One final detail..” she mouths, producing a can of clear gel; applying the gel to my right and left fore-hooves respectively, in turn.

“Hoof Gel” the Label reads; ”Permanent Bond Fixative” the subtitle reads; “Suction-Enhancer Release Prohibitor” the second subtitle reads.

I can see the smooth coating of the Hoof Gel, she is applying to my right and left fore-hoof: once, twice and thrice; sealing the pretty shoes onto my hooves in a slippery and highly elastic membrane, fusing the shoes onto my hooves for the duration.

“Now, if you don’t mind..” she offers, putting a pair of matching shoes onto my right and left hind-hoof.

Once the shoes are on, she binds the shoes to my hooves, before coating my hooves with a final coating of gel.

“There, perfect..” May compliments Lotus’ handiwork and craft mare-ship.

“Close your eyes, and let me be the guide of your hooves..” May whispers, to me and I am closing my eyes, as a sign for her to commence.

A moment later, she is indeed standing before me; placing her fore-hooves just above my fore-hooves; spreading my hooves gently, while guiding me to place my hooves correctly.

“Hold on..” she coos, lightly pressing the frogs of my hooves onto the surface for but a moment.

Yet, it is enough, without the option of letting go, for as long as I am wearing the shoes.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as she is trotting around me, ending up behind me.

“Spread your legs, for me; so I can guide your hooves into a comfortable position..” she coos.

Slowly, I am spreading my legs; feeling her hooves guiding my hind hooves onto the right and left sides of the cushion upon which I am resting. Slowly, she is guiding my hooves to the desired position.

“Hold on..” she coos, lightly pressing the frogs of my hooves onto the surface for but a moment.

Yet it is enough, and I feel the suction taking hold; without the option of letting go, as I am wearing these shoes.

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