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Mr. August Sly's POV

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June-Bug, Broken In

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I had just undressed with my sister Julie, thus I am stark naked beside her. My clothes, in a pile on the floor of the wardrobe.

Since I am alone, with my sister Julie; being nude does not bother me, even if nudity in public still does.

“When in Rome, do as the Romans..” I ponder; “or, when at the Royal Twilight Inn; follow the local dress code, and you should be perfectly fine!” I conclude.

There is a book, in my night stand; explaining how everything works, as well as lining out the general and specific rules to adhere to. I intend to stick to the rules, I have been given; or I have no place here.

“I could live like a Princess, if I enjoy it here..” Julie ponders, giggling.

The clothes were of Rarity’s design, and the Enchantments were of Twilight’s design; but I do not know it, even if I guess I could have read up on it, in the book. Though the Rules are of Chrysalis’ design; she had after all established the hotel, offered by Twilight and her friends.

“This looks like fun..” Julie exclaims; “You just have got to try it out..” she continues, offering to insert the metallic bloody red anal tube.

“Anal Membrane-Tube” the Label reads; “Back Orifice” the subtitle reads; “Plug and Play” the second subtitle reads.

“Oh, sure; help me out and insert it for me, will you?” I inquire.

“Just turn around and bend over; so I can insert it, comfortably!” she suggests, with the tube in her right hand.

“Would she ask me, to insert one for her; when she is done inserting this for me?” I ponder, mouthing the words; before I turn around and bend over for her.

Maybe I should have been reading the label, and more carefully; but for now, I have been ignoring the label.

Since she had picked the tube for me, she had extended her right index-finger and slipped the tip of the finger into the preferred membrane-tube; before slipping the finger into my anus and pulled the finger out, while leaving the tube in.

I feel the slippery Silicone membrane slide in, then I feel her finger slide out; while the tube starts to propagate further and further into my preferred orifice, for as long as I could sense it.

“There, the tube is in; how does it feel?” she inquires.

“Surprisingly good, actually; I barely feel it, past the point you slipped your finger out..” I offer; “even if there is a strange, residual sensation as it is propagating inwards!” I explain.

“While you are there, since it is not bothering you; would you mind, if I complete the process and bond the tube into place?” she inquires.

“By all means, please do; but I hope, you have an extra..” I respond; “so that I can return the favour!” I conclude, chuckling.

With that, I can clearly feel the tip of the lip-liner gracing my rump, as she is drawing the line to close the circuit and thus bond the tube into place. There is a momentary contraction, propagating inwards; just as the circuit is closed and the bond is taking effect. She is applying a lubrication, into my anus; supplying me, with the chance to enjoy what she had just offered me.

She is once more picking up the lip-liner, bonding the tube into my anus: once, twice and thrice; leaving me with a slippery and wet sensation of excitement in its wake.

As she is putting the pencil to the side, she is lifting up her right hand and extends her index-finger; placing the tip of her finger at the lower edge of the entrance, as if to caress my lower lip. I feel myself contracting, as the tip of her finger presses down gently.

“Oh, oh..” I coo, in response; “That felt surprisingly good..” I continue, mouthing.

“Now; do me, do me, do me..” she responds.

“But of course, Yule; just hand me the tube, and assume the position so I can return the favour!” I respond.

“Of course, Aug..” she responds; as she is handing me the second tube, right along with the lip-liner and the lubrication she had just applied to me a mere moment before; “please do, I want you to; just enjoy it, for all it is worth..” she continues.

I am watching her, as she is assuming the preferred position; “Here goes..” I coo, with the offered tube on my extended index-finger; “I hope you will be enjoying it, just as much as I just did..” I suggest; slipping my index-finger into her anus, feeling how tight she already is.

I withdraw my finger, as the tube had slipped in; picking up the lip-liner she just offered me; “I hope you do enjoy it; because I doubt you can extract it in a heartbeat, if it is not comfortable..” I offer; drawing the line around the tube, watching the bond taking hold, just as I close the circuit.

“Oh, oh, oh..” she mouths, as she feels the tube propagate further and further into her anus; “that feels curious..” she continues.

“These tubes were intended to be lubricated?” I ponder, as I apply the preferred lubrication; before I once more bring the pencil to bear: once, twice and thrice drawing the line, reinforcing the bond.

I place the extended index-finger of my right hand onto the lower edge of her lubricated orifice, lightly pressing down; feeling her contraction, as I rub and caress her for about a minute or so.

“Oh, oh, oh..” she mouths, in response.

While Julie is distracted, I am extracting a pair of tubes for her: the Vaginal and belly button tubes respectively.

“This should be fun..” I ponder, placing my right and left index-fingers onto the right and left of her orifice, lightly pressing down, caressing her, as I apply pressure.

“Oh, oh, oh..” she mouths, in response.

“You enjoy it, Yule?” I inquire, as I observe her reaction.

“Yes, yes, yes..” she coos, mouthing the words.

“Okay, I guess I can take her word for it..” I ponder; “If you turn around, and I will double the fun..” I offer.

"Oh, oh..” she responds; “yes, yes, yes..” she continues; turning around, presenting herself to me.

With her vaginal tube covering my extended index-finger, slowly inserting the finger into her; extracting the finger as I feel the tube in, leaving her to experience the tube propagating into her. She feels the tube slipping in, into her; propagating into her vagina, coating the inner walls of her womb in the process. Leaving her with the metallic bloody red Silicone membrane inside her.

“Okay, here comes the fun part..” I suggest; drawing the line along the border of the inserted tube; bonding it into her, as I close the circuit and the bond takes hold.

I apply the lubrication she had offered me, before I once more bring the pencil to bear; drawing the line along the inserted and now bonded vaginal tube: once, twice and thrice.

Before she has any time to protest, I slip the third tube onto my extended index-finger; inserting it into her belly button, withdrawing the finger as the tube is inserted.

She feels the tube slip into her belly button, propagating further and further inside; wondering just how deep inside the three Pi inch tube could possibly reach, into her. I bond the tube, into her belly button; before I apply the gel to her new orifice, slowly caressing it in and permitting the gel to take hold.

“Belly Button Membrane-Tube” the label reads; “Plug and Play” the subtitle reads; “Three Pi Inch” the second subtitle reads.

“Oh..” I put forth; “and before you ask; here is an identical tube, for you to insert into my belly button!” I proclaim, knowing she would want to treat me to what I had just offered her.

“Just..” I ponder; “that I have no vagina, so I can offer her no vaginal tube for her to insert into me!” I ponder.

I had almost been wishing, I could have offered her that opportunity; but I have no vagina, for her to insert the tube into. So that would fall flat, and be perfectly pointless. She would be sure, to come up with something, with which to compensate for it, to compensate for what I do not have. Nature had failed me, in this regard.

I should not pretend to be disappointed, just because I do not have a vagina; why would I be sad, just because I am not a girl or woman? Not everyone could be a female.

Maybe, just maybe; I would have enjoyed the chance to experience it for myself. Just that I can not have it.

On the other hand, maybe I can have a second chance; to experience it, all the same. I had never been here, before; thus I had never had the chance, to explore the promised riches promised here.

Riches, extending far beyond the experience of having a vagina. Having the chance to experience, exploring it.

Of course, I had permitted my sister the joy; of extending me the joy, of inserting the tube extending me the joy. How could I not? Why wouldn’t I?

Without hesitation, she is accepting the offered tube; slipping the extended index-finger of her right hand into the tube, slipping the tip of her finger into my belly button with a squeal.

She is promptly bonding the tube into my belly button, as I feel the membrane propagate further and further into the new orifice; only for her to apply the gel and reinforcing the bond: once, twice and thrice.

“I’m going to explore this, with you tonight..” she suggests.

“I was hoping, you would say that..” I respond; “but before you can do that, you have a final tube to insert for me; before I can insert yours, unless you prefer I did not!” I continue.

She is selecting the tube for me, picking up a second for me to insert for her in turn.

“Oral Membrane-Tube” the Label reads; “Plug and Play” the subtitle reads; “Filly Vocals - Extra Deep Play” the second subtitle reads.

“They really have exciting choices, readily at hand..” she mouths, as she is lifting up her right hand, the index-finger extended; slipping the metallic bloody red tube onto her finger; “though I think you would prefer to part your lips, slightly..” she suggests, before putting the tip of the finger in between my lips.

“Oh, oh..” I mouth, just as the tube slips in between my lips; “Okay!” I ponder, as the tip of her finger slides into my mouth.

I feel the membrane coat my lips, my mouth, my tongue; before it continues to slide down my throat further and further, as it is propagating as far as it reaches. She is retracting the hand, extracting her finger; before she is producing the lip-liner, drawing the line around the tube. From the right corner over my upper lip, and from the left corner of my mouth; as she continues under my lower lip and thus closing the circuit, thus the bond is taking hold. I feel the contraction, as the bond is taking hold; propagating through my mouth, down my throat as far as I can feel it and then continues.

“Oh, oh, oh..” I mouth, as she is retracting the lip-liner.

“This looks, as if you were wearing lip-stick..” she coos.

“Yeah, I guess it does!” I respond, snickering.

“You don’t mind?” she inquires; “considering, you can’t even remove it by yourself right away..” she continues.

“Any other place, I guess I would be humiliated to go out; fuming with rage, over how I look..” I point out; “but this is not any of these places; so I could go out without batting an eye, or I could just order my food in?” I offer.

“However, while we are at it; why don’t you just apply the lubrication, just for the fun of it?” I offer.

“Since you ask me to do it, for you; how could I possibly say no, or deny you this?” she is inquiring.

I just smile, as she is producing the proffered lubrication; applying it to my lips and thus lubricating the entire tube and orifice, in the process.

Once she had applied the lubrication, she is producing the lip-liner: drawing a line along my upper lip, from the right corner of my mouth to the left; before she draws the line under my lower lip, from the left corner to the right. As the circuit is closed, the bond takes hold. She is repeating the process once, twice and thrice.

As she had completed the process, she is offering me the tube, the lubrication and the lip-liner and I accept.

I lift up my right hand, extending the index-finger and slip the finger into the tube; slipping the finger in between her slightly parted lips; pulling the finger back as the tube slides into her mouth.

As I had inserted her oral tube, the tube is propagating further and further into her mouth and down her throat. I pick up the lip-liner, drawing a line over her upper lip from the right corner to the left; and under her lower lip, from the left corner to the right. As the circuit is closed; the bond is taking hold and she is experiencing the contraction propagating over her lips, through her mouth and down her throat; the same way she had experienced the tube propagating, as I was inserting it.

Now I am applying the lubrication with a brush, the way I would have helped her put on lip-gloss; before I pick up the lip-liner: drawing the line along her upper lip, from the right to the left corner; then under her lower lip, from the left to the right. Once, twice and thrice I draw the line; reinforcing the bond.

“There, how does it feel?” I inquire.

“Fantastic; my lips are so smooth and glossy..” she responds with a snicker of her own.

She is placing her hands on my cheeks, right and left; before she is pressing her lips onto mine in a kiss, before she is parting her lips and her tongue is slipping in between my lips.

“Oh, oh, oh..” I mouth; “I’m wet, soaking wet; but it feels so good, I have no words..” I continue.

My tongue slips out, in between her lips; eagerly meeting the tip of her tongue, teasing her.

“Oh, oh, oh..” she responds; “I did not realize, this lubrication would make me quite this wet; or that it would make kissing quite this good..” she realizes.

“That was good..” I confirm; “but right now, I want to conclude this adventure; before we explore, what we had signed up for!” I conclude.

“Yes, (yes, yes); I guess we should do that..” she responds; “I’m eager to see, what we have before us..” she continues.

“A pair of panties, and a top sounds like an idea..” I suggest.

“Choose the panties, then I choose the top?” she offers.

“Sounds like an idea..” I agree, picking a pair of metallic bloody red panties for myself, and another pair I hand over to her.

“Rarity” the label reads; “G Cup” the subtitle reads; “Mare Pleasures - Ultra Tight” the second subtitle reads.

I watch, as she is stepping into her panties. I lift my right foot and step into my pair, putting the foot down and lift up my left foot; slipping the left foot through and put it down onto the floor, before I pull the panties up all the way before affording the panties a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

A few thuds are heard, with each foot hitting the floor; before the squeaks of stretching Silicone announces pleasures to come, with eager anticipation.

“I love your choice, these feel just right; so tight, it feels as if you had painted them onto my hips..” she pronounces, squeeing in overt delight.

“The fluid elasticity certainly makes it comfortable..” I respond; “choose the top, so we can try them on?” I suggest, tentatively.

“Oh, yes; the top, thank you for reminding me..” she responds, as she is turning her attention towards the interior of the wardrobe.

“This looks like fun, if it fits me..” she mouths; “I hope Aug will enjoy, trying it on with me..” she ponders, snickering, at the idea.

“Here..” she offers; I hope this will fit you..” she continues.

“Thank you, Yule..” I respond, accepting the offered garment; watching her trying her own on, while I slip into mine.

“This looks tight enough, even for me..” I ponder; pulling the top down over my head; only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak..” is heard; while I tentatively adjust the fit, before I settle to enjoy the tight-hugging feel of the metallic bloody red top, she had offered me to try on.

“As a male, I was not asked to wear a top; but right now, I feel like sharing the experience with her..” I ponder.

“Rarity” the label reads; “A Cup - Teen Ultra-Tight and Firm” the subtitle reads; “Productive Play - E Cup” the second subtitle reads.

“Going by the label, this should go well with the rest of the ensemble I am currently wearing...” I observe.

“Then, you should love this, Aug..” she suggests, picking up a pair of full-length toe-stockings and offers me to try them out; while keeping another pair, of identical stockings for herself.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Ballerina” the subtitle reads; “Size 36” the second subtitle reads.

I accept the offered garment. Lifting my right foot up and slip it all the way down, placing the foot firmly on the floor and lift up my left foot; in order to slip it into the other stocking, pulling it all the way up before putting the foot down onto the floor.

“Full-length toe-stockings..” I ponder; “and they even fit me!” I mouth, snickering.

I am watching Julie, as she is affording her stockings a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; making the stockings fit just right, quite comfortably.

“I guess, we can enjoy the fun, by tomorrow; after a full night’s sleep, or a minimum of eight hours..” she muses, snickering in excitement.

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Gloves for Yule

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