Suites and Kisses

by Kentavritsa

Rating: mature
Tags: Spa Ponies, Changelings, Equestria Girls, Science Fiction, Queen Chrysalis, Random, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro, Rarity (EqG), Original Character, Fetish
Length: 27120

May and June Sly had booked a suite at the Royal Twilight Inn. A warm greeting beyond expectation and a standard to go with the name. Ellie the Waitress takes them to their floor. Once they step into the suite, their adventure begins.

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It all begins, with a reservation at the Royal Twilight Inn. Two sisters prepared, to enjoy their time in the suite booked in advance; but what they find, is a surprise even after they thought they knew what to expect.

Who knew, you could get a suite this ostentatious; affordable for two sisters? May and June, sure did not.

Twilight certainly does have a style, all of her own; that much had been clear from the start, but what Chrysalis had planned is still new. Just as her work force is ready to serve, at your slightest whim.

There is a secret, hidden under ground level, and maybe that explains everything?

Just click and select, then plug and play.

The suits are genuine Rarity’s, just as advertised. Just as the likeness of heroes; out of another world, a very different world.

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Fair warning: This story is intentionally challenging Gender, Body norms and other Norms in general.

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Illustrated by: ??
Written by] Kentavritsa
Edited by: [ Kentavritsa
Re-edited by: A/N
Password[/b: Author's Note (is but an anecdote)

Expect the next installment; at the 27/12-21 Chapter 05
Expect the next installment; at the 03/01-22 Chapter 06
Expect the next installment; at the 10/01-22 Chapter 07
17/01-22 - 24/01-22 - 31/01-22 - 07/02-22
Chapters: 08 - 09 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 -

Published 2021-11-15 08:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2025-01-02 14:11:58 UTC

Heads or Tails: 1

Author's Note

Pass: Author

CEO. Chryssalis's POV

Next Chapter: Twins Interplay

Heads or Tails: 1

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Summary

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I am the Djinnie!
Fulfilling your dreams, is what I do.
Now; be grateful, for my gift.

Just don't bother me; with any of the details,
you couldn't comprehend?
It's simple; I made the wish my own,
you're just the Pawn.

I am the Demon!
The Destroyer of worlds.
This is what I do,
complaints only feed my fancy.

Are these diametrical opposites, you say?
As we're one and all the same,
the sides of the same coin!

I am; therefore, you suffer.
Isn't that safe convenience?

I am the Muse!
Creator of all your dreams.
Moaning about your Nightmare?
I haven't even started with you, yet!

Should I go on?
As I said; I haven't even started, yet.
Isn't that the beauty of the tale.
Considering, you just grew a tail?

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Twins Interplay

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Twins Interplay: 2

Author's Note

Pass: Author

Ms. May Sly's POV

Previous Chapter: Heads or Tails - Next Chapter: Room Service

Twins Interplay: 2

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Heads or Tails

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I had opened the door, to our shared suite; my sister had followed me in, into our cloaking room.
The floor is laid with a white oak-wood parquet, just as the impression of our floor had been indicating.

The walls are laid with elder Linden-wood panel and covered with the four foot tall, pink Cherry-wood picket-fence with a handrail along the wall.

Mate black Silicone is coating the ceiling, holding the pin-prick LED night sky lighting the room in which I stand.

There is a shoe-rack, a jacket hanger and a hat-rack before me; each currently completely empty and void, on the account of us just entering the suite for the first time.

“Consistently stylish..” she mouths, in awe of the accommodations she had just stepped into.

“Stylish enough, to carry the name of Royal Twilight Inn..” I agree, taken aback by what I had just stepped into.

“Are you sure, we entered the right suite?” she inquires.

“Since the door permitted us entrance, I am fairly sure of it..” I respond, giggling.

“If the security is as safe as implied, going by the implications of the Bio-metric system; I can’t pin it down to a clerical error, on the account of the girl at the desk!” she offers.

“I’m going to run with it, for now; on the account on it being too late, to bother them with a reassignment..” I suggest; “I am a bit too tired, to wait for them to go through all the routines they may have in the matter!” I conclude.

“Ah, yeah..” she responds; “I guess it is a bit late..” she concludes.

Of course, I had unzipped my jacket and hung it up; just as my sister had. Likewise, I had stepped out of my heels, depositing them on the shoe-rack.

“I want to make sure, I know where the respective facilities are; just in case, if I need them late at night...” I mumble, as I am stepping up to the door to the living room.

“Yeah, that would be embarrassing..” she agrees “if you were to have an accident; on the account of failing to find it in the middle of the night, or trip on the account of not being familiar with your surroundings!” she agrees.

I raise my right hand and extend the palm onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door; stepping into the living room with my sister in tow, only for the door to slide shut behind her the moment she had cleared the threshold.

“Are we aboard the Enterprise?” she mouths, half by half as a joke.

“Now, that would have been cool..” I suggest.

“Just that this door is quieter, and require you to actively control the door..” she offers.

“Yeah..” I mumble.

I have a three seated cinematic sofa, clad with mate black Silicone and a sofa table on my right. On the opposing wall, I have the full screen television covering the entire wall. The screen is currently not active, thus glossy black.

“Whoa..” I exclaim, my sister chorusing.

At first, the sofa looks as if it had been leather, which it is in fact not. If this is a full screen televission, that is shocking me to the core. I had never even heard of such flashy systems were even produced as experimental units. The only reference, being the view screen on the bridge of the Enterprise.

“Wonder if they have a snacks’ compartment on the sofa?” she inquires, as we are walking up towards the sofa.

“Let us see; the only way to know, is to check it..” I mumble.

As I pull at the first of the armrest pads, I find a set of Sparkle Cola; arranged in two rows of three bottles each, fully stocked with cool beverage.

“Apparently, we do have the Cola stacked up!” I exclaim.

She is stepping up to the other side, reaching for the other armrest; in order to examine its content, just to notice there are several small bags of peanuts and potato chips.

“I guess we are set, for a movie marathon..” she points out, as she is closing the department.

“If they have any films, we want to see; we could check that out, tomorrow morning?” I offer.

“Yes, I guess we could..” she responds; “but, maybe we could take the time to try the Cola; on our way to bed, before we change into the night garbs?” she continues.

“Sure, grab a pair; before we go, so we can have a sip!” I agree!

For now, I forgo the examination of the balcony. While I had noticed the book cases covering the entire wall facing the door out to the balcony.

I walk up to the next door behind the sofa, while she is extracting the promised Cola on her way to the door behind me; I lift up my right hand and extend the palm of the hand onto the plaque; spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door. She follows me out, into the next room behind the sofa; where I can see the doors to the girls’ room and shower respectively. There is also a flight of stairs up to the second floor; where the bed rooms are located. Beside the four bed rooms, we do have a girls’ room and a shower as well.

“If I need to go, I will not need to stumble down an entire flight of stairs!” she mumbles, upon the discovery.

“No, I guess you don’t; just as I don’t need to stumble an entire flight of stairs, up to the girls’ room when I need to go..” I acknowledge.

She uncap the first of the two bottles, handing it over to me; before she is uncapping the second, taking her first sip.

“Aaah..” she mouths, as she pulls the bottle from her mouth after the first sip.

“Aaah..” I echo, a moment later.

I step up to the girls’ room and lift up my right hand and extend the palm of the hand onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door; before I am looking into the room with my sister peaking in behind me, examining what we have.

“At least, it is not a squat..” she mumbles.

While this design feels a bit outlandish, but it will at least be fairly easy to operate. I step into the room, with my sister standing in the doorway; I step up, examining the utility closer. I find a silicone-white foot-pad upon which to stand; and the utility itself unfolds between my legs and aligns with my orifices, ready to relieve me.

“I will have to pull my panties down, and step up onto that pad..” I ponder; “but, do I have to actively align the tubes with my orifices?” I consider, only too tired to consider it further.

As I turn back, from the girls’ room, she takes a step back; before I step out of the room and the door slides shut behind me.

“Aside from the utility, and the lack of an actual toilet; the room is straightforwards, and looks simple enough to use..” she offers.

“Yes, there is that..” I respond.

“Since we have four rooms, I guess we can have our own rooms?” she inquires.

“Yes, I guess we could; but we could as well examine the wardrobe together, assuming they’re the same..” I ponder, mouthing the words.

“Yes, I guess we could..” she responds, as she is following me to the first door.

I lift up my right hand and extend the palm of the hand onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door; I step in with my sister in tow, only for the door to slide shut behind her as she had cleared the threshold.

“Night-wear on the right, daytime-wears on the left?” she suggests, as I open the twin doors to the wardrobe.

“Metallic bloody red..” I observe; “this would be the night-wear..” I conclude; extracting two pairs of panties, throwing them onto the bed behind me as she is watching.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Plug and Play” the subtitle reads; “G Cup” the second subtitle reads.

“These does look exciting, or possibly a bit too exciting to sleep in?” she suggests; “but I guess, I’m too tired to look closer..” she concludes, stifling a yawn.

“Let’s just disrobe, and step into them..” I suggest; “and you can go to your room, so we can go to bed?” I mumble.

“Yes, of course..” she responds.

I pull my shirt up over my head, dumping it onto the floor of the wardrobe; she mirror my action, leaving her skirt on the other side of the wardrobe. I slip the skirt down, kicking it up; unceremoniously dumping it onto the shirt. Now I slip my panties down, kicking them up and place them onto the pile; before I pull my brassiere up over my head, only to leave it onto the pile.

I lift up my right foot, pulling the sock off of my foot and leave it onto the top of the pile. Repeating the process, leaving the left sock onto the pile.

“There, finally; nude at last, so I can slip into something more comfortable to sleep in..” I exclaim.

“Me too..” she responds, as she picks up the panties; stepping into them right and left, pulling them all the way up and affords them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“My turn to choose?” she inquires, offering me to stand back.

“Oh, okay..” I respond.

She is picking a top for herself, and an identical one for me; handing me the second top, as she pulls hers down over her head. Affording the garment a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

I feel the liquid elasticity of the garment; as it contracts around my body, eagerly swallowing me. It looks, almost as if it had been painted on: metallic bloody red, glistering in the light of the room.

“Rarity” the label reads; “A Cup - Squishy Firm -Teeny Joy” the subtitle reads; ” Plug and Play - Hard - E Cup” the second subtitle reads.

While I am watching her, I turn back to the wardrobe; extracting a pair of full-length toe-stockings; handing her a second pair to try on.

“Thanks..” she mouths; “I had not expected them to offer us full-length toe-stockings!” she exclaims.

“Me neither..” I respond.

I lift up my right foot, slipping the foot all the way down; pulling the stocking up to my crouch, affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. Putting the right foot down; lifting the left foot, in order to repeat the process.

“I barely feel them on..” she mouths, in excitement and surprise.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Full-length Toe-stockings” the subtitle reads; “Equine - Ultimate Strength Suction Hoof” the second subtitle reads.

Before I realize it, she had picked a pair of matching gloves for herself and a pair for me; repeating the process of slipping the gloves on, and I accept the offered garments, slipping them on without a thought.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Full-length Finger-gloves” the subtitle reads; “Equine - Ultimate Strength Suction Hoof” the second subtitle reads.

A curious choice, but she had made it without realizing what she had picked; on the account of it being late, and the gloves does match the stockings she had just chosen for the two of us. Maybe they came in a set, on the account of matching for hands and feet, resulting in matching hooves by tomorrow.

“If I may..” I inquire; “Yes, you can pick the next if you like..” she responds.

Since the ensemble is covering most all my skin save the midriff and my head, there is very little left to choose from. I and up picking a hood, just to pick something. Maybe I should have left this alone; but I could not help myself, offering her a matching garment to go. I pull the hood down over my head, ignoring the silver metallic inner surface of the chosen hood; only to watch my sister accepting the offered hood, slipping it on with little to no effort on her part. Of course, the hood is just as eager as she or I; so it is swallowing her head, just as easily as the other had swallowed mine a mere moment earlier.

“Rarity” the title reads; “Equine - Unicorn” the subtitle reads; “E Cup - Elastic and Squishy - Plug and Play” the second subtitle reads.

“These feel so smooth, I know I will love wearing them all night; but I am starting to feel a bit strange, if it is the suit or just the room?” she inquires.

“Yes, the ensemble does feel very comfortable; almost as if I had been nude, even if the colour makes it impossible..” I respond.

“I think it is time, I go to bed.” she responds; Sleep tight, and sweet dreams!” she responds.

“Sleep tight, and sweet dreams..” I respond; “See you tomorrow, Sis!” I conclude.

“See you, tomorrow..” she mumbles, as she is walking over to the door.

I close the doors to the wardrobe, hiding the mess we left on the floor; she is lifting her right hand and extends the palm of the hand onto the plaque, spreading her fingers in order to open the door for herself. I watch as she is stepping out and the door quietly slides shut behind her.

The sheet in my bed is a glistering black Silicone; covered by the crystal-clear, Pi inch thick quilt. I had apparently chosen Twilight’s room; based on the star symbol on the top of my quilt. Just the large, red star over an identical white star; with the six diminutive stars, surrounding the large star in the middle. There are another mark to the right and left respectively, a foot from the first, then another one a foot from the second.

I fold up the corner of the quilt against the wall, before I step up onto the bed; slipping my feet in under the quilt and fold it back over myself as I am lying down. As I lay my head onto the pillow, closing my eyes; I find myself slipping into a comfortable slumber, as I am falling asleep.

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Room Service

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Room Service: 3

Author's Note

Pass: Author

Ms. June Sly's POV

Previous Chapter: Twins Interplay - Next Chapter: The June-Bug Consort

Room Service: 3

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Twins Interplay

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As I am waking up, I have a distinct sense of the room being dark.

After a moment, I am opening my eyes; noticing the dim light of the night sky overhead. Just enough light, for me to see the vague details of the room, without the slightest hint of discomfort; so that I can scan the rooms, in order to recognize where I am. I pick up the details, reminding me of where I am.

This is the room beside my sisters, in the suite we had chosen the day before; at the Royal Twilight Inn, just as she had booked for us. I had just been taken aback, by the ostentatious luxury; once I had seen it first hand, as opposed to just seeing a few pictures accompanied by the general description.

While everything in the room is exactly where I recall, something is still strange and unfamiliar; as if I had woken up, in a room other than the one I had gone to bed and fallen asleep in. Just that I can’t quite put a finger to exactly what is off.

Maybe, just maybe. It is not the room I am not familiar with; but something, or rather someone else I am not quite as familiar with as I had been expecting the other day. Maybe, just maybe. This someone, being me.

Not so much that it is uncomfortable, by any means.

Slipping the right hand out from under the quilt, or rather the right fore-hoof; lifting it up before my eyes, examining the still metallic bloody red hoof I find myself looking at.

“Oh, oh...” I mouth.

“This, is quite impossible?” I ponder, considering what it is I am looking at.

“An Equine hoof, as if I had been a Pony?” I ponder, snickering excitedly.

“That sound..” I ponder; “and now, I even sound like that very Pony, I thought I was looking at..” I consider, still snickering.

A moment of contemplation, and I fold the corner of my quilt back up against the wall; before I slide my feet out from under the quilt, or rather my hind hooves. The same, smooth metallic bloody red hooves; just the hind hooves, in place of the fore-hooves I had just been examining a moment earlier.

I sit up, pushing myself off of the bed; my hooves landing with a distinct squeaking thud.

At first, it had not quite registered; but my breasts had contracted into the teen A Cups the suit had promised, while my nipples had grown into the hard E Cups despite what I had been expecting. A redistribution of mass would be possible, but the radical changes were beyond what I had believed possible.

While I do enjoy the Fantasy, just as I may be an avian reader of these adventures; I still do not believe it is possible, not in this world at least. Just that that is the fun in the story, immersing oneself in an adventure; with different set of rules enabling entirely different experiences, from what one is brought up with and taught to be out there.

Reading a Fantasy Novel, or engaging in the Role Playing Game based on these realities are fascinating to me; if and when I do have the opportunity, to engage in one. Is this, why I had opted to choose the garments I chose; both for myself and my older sister, May? Just imagining, I could become the girl the suit or ensemble suggested I could be; if only, for the day or fantasy?

Just as I had failed to see my skin being silver metallic; I had yet to notice or realize, how I have sprouted a horn, a muzzle and my ears now being completely Equine.

“If I imagine, I have these pretty hooves, I have them; which means I could use them, the way they had been intended to be used?” I ponder; “but if I fail, or refuse to accept the adorable hooves; does it mean I still have the hands I had yesterday, incapable of using the hooves I can see?” I question; “or am I just imagining I have these hooves, while I in fact have my hands the way I always had; which means I never could use hooves, but only fail to use my hands properly on the account of believing I have these hooves?” I consider, snickering.

Of course, there is but the one way to find out; I have to test the possible options one at the time to see: which is proving true. Or, which is the most beneficial to me; based on how I appreciate the result, of what I have.

Since I clearly see hooves, where my hands had been; I start out, presuming I have the hooves I can see. If these hooves are, what I have; I can as well accept them, for the time being. Maybe, just maybe; I could opt for a different pair of gloves; in the hopes I could have hands, if and when I so choose. Or, if it proves I will be needing them. But, that is for later; I will work on the assumption; of having the hooves I can see, rather than the hands I had the night before.

Assuming, that my senses are lying to me; it just does not sit well with me, so I prefer to test my situation on the basis on being right. I can see hooves, where my hands should have been; as wrong as this may be, but it is what I have. I choose to work, with the hooves I can see and feel; over the hands, I thought I had as late as lest night. The very hands, I had been born with and grew up with.

While having hooves, would be outlandish; but assuming I don’t have them, when I clearly see them before me? Just as I would have to cast doubt, on my senses in general; even if I know I had hands the other day. The line of reasoning; does not promise the fruits, I want to taste.

Until proven otherwise, it is safer to bet on what you can see and feel; over the notion of the memory, of yesterday. Yes, I still do remember the hands I had; but if these are the hooves I have now, I will afford them the benefit of the doubt. Testing, what I have before me.

On that note, is it the senses deceiving me; or is it my memory, tricking me?

The door to my bed room slides up, and I expect to see my sister May; but in her place, I can see a girl in the hotel’s uniform. Aside from the hair, in the coiffure of their choice; she is clearly looking like Aloe.

“Greetings, Miss Sly!” she coos, looking at me with reverence I had not been expecting.

“Greetings, Miss Aloe!” I respond; “but please, call me June..” I offer; taken aback and somewhat uncomfortable, with the formal tone to her voice and greeting.

“Of course, June!” she responds, tasting the sound and feel to my familiar name.

“Uhm..” I begin; “Do.. do, do I have hooves?” I inquire; “Or, are my senses deceiving me?” I continue, clarifying my situation, such as I’m experiencing it.

“Yes, June..” she responds; “You do indeed have hooves!” she offers.

“Changing one’s appearance; is second nature to us, here at the Royal Twilight in..” she points out; “even if this is more; than you had been used to, or had been prepared for?” she then inquires.

“Make-up, Manicure, Pedicure; these I am used to..” I respond; “just as I am used to changing clothes on a regular, daily basis!” I continue.

“I perform make-up on a daily basis..” she explains; “Manicure and Pedicure is colloquially or collectively referred to, as Hooficure in your situation; but that is just a matter of semantics, it is the same thing..” she explains; “however, I do perform these regularly, just as I offer massages and other Spa-related services!” she concludes.

“Ooh, ooh..” I mouth; as the coin slips into the slot and I imagine the sound is heard, figuratively at the very least.

“You could be the Pony, for the day; since you already look the part, and you can’t change back right now, anyway..” she offers, with a warm smile.

“I could?” I inquire.

“Since you have all the essentials, in place; you most certainly could, yes!” she confirms; “even if it looks, as if you don’t have a tail, though!” she continues.

“When you put it like that; are you suggesting, I could sprout a tail, too?” I inquire.

“You just need to select the corresponding panties, for you to sprout the tail of your choice; whichever tail you choose, if and when you do choose to..” she offers; “but it takes a full night’s sleep of eight hours for the change to take effect!” she explains.

“One change of clothes, per day..” I put forth; “which suggests; I can change my appearance, on a daily basis?” I inquire.

“Yes, exactly..” she responds; “While I guess, you could wear the clothes you have on; but you may enjoy slipping into an ensemble or suit more suited for daytime, including a skirt and a top!” she suggests.

“Oh, okay..” I respond; “These would be stored in the other wardrobe?” I inquire.

“Exactly..” she confirms; “However, I feel you would appreciate taking full advantage of my presence here right now; I could offer you a relaxing and enjoyable hoof massage, before you change into your daytime wears..” she offers.

“Since you are offering, I guess it would not hurt accepting; please, I think I would enjoy this..” I put forth.

With that, she is producing a can of clear gel. I watch her, as she is uncapping the can before me; placing the cap onto the bed-stand.

“If you sit down onto your bed, June; then I can perform the hoof massage for you..” she is offering.

“Oh; but of course, Aloe!” I respond, as I sit down, on the middle of my bed; “by all means, please do!” I respond.

She is scooping up a handful of the clear gel with her right hand; carefully rubbing it into her hands, before she steps up to me.

“Your right fore-hoof, please..” she coos, expectantly and I comply.

With that, I can feel her caressing the front of my hoof with her right and left hand, slowly working the gel into the hard surface of the hoof. She is using the entire hand, as well as the tips of her fingers; as she is working the gel in, massaging my hoof expertly. From the top, down; to the right and left until she had reached the back. From there, she is working her way down and finally in under the sensitive frog of the hoof.

“Ooh, ooh..” I exclaim; “Glossy!” I coo, in overt delight.

“Your left hoof, please!” she coos, as she had finished the right fore-hoof.

I eagerly comply, as I ogle the smooth and glossy hoof; she is repeating the process, while I am distracted.

How the gel is affecting me or my hoof through the gloves or stockings, I have no idea; but I don’t care, I just enjoy the attention and sensations she is offering me right now.

It takes her a few minutes, and she certainly does take her time; but then she is handing the left fore-hoof back to me.

She is producing a foot stool with a crystal-clear and squishy Silicon cushion to rest my legs on, upon which she is resting my right and left hind hoof comfortably; for her to work her magic, without disturbing me in the process.

For a moment, I continue to ogle my right, and then left fore-hoof; before I lean back, relaxing while she is working.

The gel had been formulated, to work through the gloves and stockings as a conduit; not directly onto my hooves, for some unspecified reason I don’t understand. Not that she had explained it. However, I do still enjoy the attention she is extending me. What more do I need?

What more, do I need? Indeed.

“There, all done..” she exclaims; “How was this?” she inquires.

“Thank you, Aloe..” I respond; “I enjoyed every instant of it, and your attention!” I offer.

“I noticed..” she merely suggests.

She is pulling the foot stool out from under me, and my hooves fall down onto the side of my bed.

She is standing before me, only taking a step to the left; still observing me, as she is waiting for a few more minutes as the gel concludes its work. My hooves grows harder, as they become more and more glossy in the process.

What little sensitivity I had on my hooves is melting away under the gracious and graceful touch of her fingers; but the effect continues, even after she had worked the gel into the front of the hooves.

“Proper hooves had to be hard..” I realize, with a snicker.

Of course, they had to; just that I am no horse, but so long as I have hooves it still applies to me all the same. Regardless.

“If you slip down, out of your bed; I believe your breakfast is awaiting you, in your living room..” she offers, with a smile.

“Oh, but thank you, Aloe!” I respond, as I push myself forwards, off of the bed.

“Clip, clop!” is heard; as my hooves are hitting the floor, the next moment.

She is turning towards my door, taking a step and is raising her right hand as she is extending the palm onto the plaque; spreading her fingers wide to open the door and is stepping out before me, only for the door to quietly close behind me as I had cleared the threshold.

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Of course Rarity had been there, just as she had prepared the breakfast for me and my sister May, I had enjoyed it royally.

Only now, I am following Aloe back, to my bed room. She had opened the door, on her way back into my bed room.

The door had just swooshed closed behind me, as she is leading me to the wardrobe holding my daytime wears.

I am standing a step behind her; as she is opening the doors to show me, what I had been offered.

“Now, is the time for you to disrobe..” she suggests; “or; undress, if you prefer?” she offers, generously.

“I may need some help, here; this is after all the first time, I try to slip out of these..” I put forth.

“Oh, yes; but of course, if you so desire?” she offers.

“Yes, please..” I respond.

“Since you ask, I help you..” she offers, taking a step forwards.

“Thank you, Aloe!” I respond.

As I am standing before her, facing the mirror in the wardrobe; she is reaching for my right fore-hoof. Gently sliding her hands all the way up my arm before she is slipping her nails in between the top and the glove.

“Oh, oh..” I mouth; “that, that; feels weird..” I explain; “will I ever get used to it?” I finally inquire.

“Feels as if you were nude?” she inquires and I nod vigorously; “The gloves are your skin, even when the metallic bloody red distinctly screams out how impossible it is?” she inquires and I once more find myself nodding.

“Yeah, I had the impression you would feel it that way..” she exclaims, as she slowly starts pulling the sleeve of the full-length glove off of what had once been my hand and arm.

Only now, it is my right fore-hoof and fore-leg. Not to say, this makes it any easier to reconcile for me.

She leaves the glove on the floor of the wardrobe, revealing the silver metallic hide underneath; even if I am rubbery smooth, not coated in fur by any means. Perfectly smooth, just as the glove I had slipped on the other day. Not a trace of a single hair to be seen or felt.

With the gloves on the floor, she continues to the top; “Raise your fore-hooves up against the ceiling..” she suggests, as she is starting to pull the top up over my head; “and it will be much easier for me to help you with the top!” she concludes, as she is continuing to pull the top over my head.

As the top is clear of my fore-hooves, she drops the top onto the gloves on the floor of the wardrobe; letting her hands fall to the sides of my chest, gently caressing the silver metallic hide she had just revealed to me.

“Looking good?” she inquires, as she is revealing more of my flesh.

“Ooh, ooh..” I mouth, as I see the result, feeling her hands exploring my newly exposed hide and I can see exactly what the top had done for my breasts and nipples.

“Yes, that is you; the new you, for the remainder of the day!” she explains, smiling.

“Oh, oh; ooh..” I mouth, just as her fingers slide up on the sides of my breasts.

“Not large..” she offers; “but it should be comfortable and pretty on you..” she then adds.

“I had chosen the top; or rather, my sister had chosen it for the two of us!” I realize.

I feel her hands slipping and sliding along the skin, my hide; from the sides of my chest and up my breasts, only to momentarily stop to tease my nipples with delicious temptations.

“Oh, oh; ooh..” I mouth, as her fingers caress my unexpectedly large nipples.

“Yes, yes; I thought you would say that..” she coos; “or, something just like it!” she teases.

“She had known that; since the moment she lay eyes upon me, wearing the metallic bloody red ensemble?” I ponder.

Of course, she had; knowing what the suit does, and how a girl just like me was to react upon its influences.

It is not, as if she or her fingers had grown bored of teasing my breasts or nipples; it is just, that she knew when it is time to move up. Her hands slide up my breasts, leaving my hard nipples behind on their way up to my neck; only for her fingers to slip in under the rim of my hood, slowly sliding further up my neck. Slowly, gently; she is starting to pull the hood up over my head.

A moment, maybe as much as five minutes later; I feel the hood sliding over my face, only to reveal my muzzle, my eyes, my horn before my mane is freely flowing along my neck.

The skin of my face, consistently the same glossy silver metallic as the rest of my body. Of course, but of course it had to be. What had I been expecting, the old pinkish hue my skin had before I arrived? Had she told me nothing, and had she taught me nothing? However, my eye-lids are metallic bloody red, glossy and glistering beautifully in the light of the room.

“Beautiful!” she states; “But then; you are a Unicorn, after all!” she explains.

“So that Horn is a genuine Unicorn horn?” I inquire.

“Yes..” she confirms; “yes, it is indeed..” she adds; "and such a beautiful triple-spire it is!” she compliments.

“Like the rest of my face, it is silver metallic and glossy!” I notice, mouthing an; “Oh, oh, oh..” in awe.

As I am looking at the mirror, my reflection; I notice my ears perking up, facing forwards in excitement.

“Excited?” she inquires, as she is watching my reaction; “your equine ears are quite expressive, you know; if you wish to hide your emotions, you will have to learn how your emotions are showing on your face, and in your stance..” she offers; "though I doubt, it is worth the effort!” she then points out.

“Oh?” I inquire.

“However, I could always tease you; by reverse association, to keep your mood in check..” she offers.

“You could?” I inquire.

“If I were to apply a pose fixative to your ears now; you would find a tug towards excitement, holding you in this mood..” she incites.

“Whoa..” I gasp.

“It is useful, in specific situations..” she explains; but is not to be taken lightly, or toyed with carelessly!” she points out.

With that, she is sliding her hands down towards my panties; slipping her fingers in under the rim of the garment, before she is sliding it down to drop it onto the floor.

I feel her fingers slide back up to the right stocking, slipping in under its rim; before her hands once more slide down, thus causing the stocking to slide down and helplessly fall to the floor. She repeats the process, sliding her hands up; inserting her fingers under the rim of the left stocking, only to slide her hands down to relieve my left leg of the stocking I was wearing.

“Take a step back, please.” she offers,

As I comply, she bends over; picking up the discarded garments, depositing them onto the pile of my clothes in the wardrobe.

“If you could bend over, please; then spread your hooves two feet apart, and relax?” she coos, inciting me.

As I comply, she is producing a metallic bloody red nighttime anal membrane tube; carefully inserting it, into my rear orifice.

“Oh, oh, oh..” I mouth, as I feel the ultra-thin Silicone-membrane grace the skin as it is sliding into me; then swiftly propagating in inch by inch as far as I can sense it.

While I am ooh-ing, she is producing the pencil or lip-liner; drawing a line along the rim on the tube inserted, only for the tube to bond to my flesh as the circuit is closed. As the bond is completed, I feel a momentary contraction; while the tube is blending into my flesh, but the sensation soon ebbs out and I forget it before I even had the time to mouth the concerns.

“Anal Membrane Tube” the label reads; “Back Orifice” the subtitle reads; "Plug and Play - Reproductive Excitement” the second subtitle reads.

“While you are there, if you do not mind; I think it would be right, to insert your vaginal tube, while we are at it..” she offers, with the promised tube in hand.

“Oh, if you please..” I respond.

With the tube on the tip of her extended index-finger, she slide it into my vagina from behind; withdrawing the hand, before she is drawing a line along the rim of the inserted tube, thus bonding it to my flesh. The tube forming a highly elastic barrier, coating the inner walls of my vagina and womb; once the bond had been completed, as if the Silicone had been the outer walls of my vagina.

“Vaginal Membrane Tube” the label reads.

While I remain distracted, she is extracting the wet lubrication and applies it to my vagina and anus respectively, in turn; before she is reapplying the lip-liner: thus confirming the bond, affirming the bond and finally reinforcing said bond.

I feel the contraction, with each application; then the wet lubrication with the second and the integration with the third application of the bond.

“How is that?” she inquires; “I hope you are ready, for your panties now, June!” she offers, as she is extracting a pair of skin-tone panties.

“Uhm, confusing for a moment; but it’s growing on me all the same..” I respond; “Yes, but of course..” I confirm; “but, would you mind to insert the third and final membrane tube, too?” I finally inquire.

“Step right into these, and I will help you..” she responds, holding up the promised panties before me.

“Thank you..” I respond, as I am stepping into the panties she is holding up before me; whereupon she is pulling the panties all the way up, only to afford them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“There, I hope they are comfortable enough..” she responds, even knowing they had been intended for me all along.

“I barely feel the panties, once on; but I guess: that is a bit discomforting, at first..” I respond.

“If you were to gently place your right fore-hoof, onto your belly; sliding it downwards, all the way down?” she incites, and I find myself placing the proffered hoof on my belly button.

I slide the hoof down, feeling the smooth silver metallic hide under the frog of the hoof; then my hoof slides down upon the now greatly increased mound, matching the promised G Cup chosen for the panties I was wearing the previous night. Wait, I had chosen the panties myself; but I guess, I had failed to realize what the choice was implying at the time. Now I am stuck with the consequences, of the greatly enhanced and enlarged mound I had chosen for the remainder of the day. No chance to change, until I have the benefit of a full night’s sleep.

“Since she directed me to probe my belly and explore myself; she had wanted for me to realize, how I had been changed?” I realize.

“At least; your panties are hiding the petals of your orchid, for as long as you wear them!” she promptly explains, upon noticing my reaction.

“That would have been embarrassing, if they had been openly exposed..” I mouth.

“With the G Cup, I imagine it would have been..” she responds, with a snicker.

“When you put it like that..” I gasp; “are the changes to the petals of my orchid as extensive, as the size of the G Cup is suggesting?” I inquire.

“I imagine, it is..” she coos, in delight.

“Oh, oh..” I exclaim; “Oooh!” I mouth, in stark realization.

“However, since I am here; I can guide you, to adjust to what you are right now..” she suggests; "as well as guide you, towards the most desirable outcome, in the long run!” she is promising.

“I can as well explore the result, of my choices now; before I consider, how to proceed!” I respond.

“Given enough time, I can help you fine-tune your appearance and experience; to make you into who you want to be, in place of who you were or could have become!” she offers.

Of course, she neglected to tell me about the deeper consequences; just how deeply this could change me, if I expose myself and my sister to what Aloe has to offer.

She had already selected the top for me to wear, only to extract it for me; “If you lift up your fore-hooves, and I can help you slipping the top on..” she offers.

“Thank you, Aloe..” I respond, as I comply.

With my fore-hooves up in the air, she is sliding the promised top down; only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice.

“There, how’s that?” she inquires, just as she is finishing adjusting the fit of the top she helped me to put on.

“I barely feel it, on; but I guess, that was to be expected?” I respond.

“Comfort is premium..” she responds; “Your comfort, in particular!” she points out.

She is extracting the requested oral tube for me, presenting the metallic bloody red membrane tube before me. I just nod.

"Part your lips, slightly..” she suggests and I comply.

With that, she is slipping the tube in between my slightly parted lips; whereupon I feel the slippery and smooth membrane sliding over my lips and into my mouth. I experience a momentary wave of contraction, as the tube slide into my mouth; propagating in, further and further. It coats my lips, my mouth, my tongue and finally inch by inch down my throat.

“Lip-gloss?” I inquire.

“Oh, certainly..” she responds, as she is producing the proffered product; applying it onto my lips.

I feel the brush moving from the middle to the right and from the middle to the left on my upper lip; stroke by stroke, until she deems it reaching as far in as is desirable. She repeats the process; applying the lip-gloss to my lower lip.

Once she had applied the gloss to my lips, she is extracting the lip-liner; drawing the line from the right to the left along my upper lip, then from the left to the right, along the upper lip. As the circuit is closing, I feel a slight contraction. She is repeating the process: once, twice and thrice; confirming, affirming and reinforcing the bond between my lips and the inserted tube.

I feel my lips growing wetter and wetter with each application of the lip-liner; as the lip-gloss is touching my lips and then blending with my lips with each application.

“How does it look?” she inquires.

“Great..” I respond; “just as glossy as I was hoping, even if I had not expected it quite this glossy..” I continue.

She is lifting up her right hand, extending the index-finger; lightly booping my lower lip, sliding the tip of the finger over the lip. I feel the touch of the tip of her index-finger, as light as the touch ever was; but then I notice how my lips contract under her touch, before the contraction moved into my mouth and inches down my throat, before she pulls her finger back.

“Oh, oh.. oh, oh.. ooh, ooh..” I mouth, as she is booping my lower lip.

“Yes, exactly..” she concedes; “slippery and wet is causing the glossy effect to your lips!” she explains.

“Oral Lubrication” the label reads; “Orgasmic and Wet” the subtitle reads.

“Could, could you..” I put forth; “touch my lip, again?” I inquire; “just to confirm, what I think I had felt!” I ponder, without mouthing my suspicion.

“Of course, June..” she responds, only to slide the tip of her right index-finger over my lower lip again; “Yes, yes, yes..” she ponder; just now she puts slightly more pressure and moves lower than the first time.

“Thank you..” I mouth, in response to her promise; “Oh, oh, oo..” I coo, as I feel the tip of her extended index-finger sliding in over the middle of my lower lip.

There is a tingling sensation of excitement, as the tip of her finger is sliding over the wetness coating my lower lip; just as I feel the contraction, progressing with the applied pressure the tip of her extended index-finger asserts onto my lower lip.

She is repeating the move: once, twice and thrice; observing the change in my expression, with each consecutive applied boop to my lower lip.

“If you part your lips..” she is suggesting, inciting me to play the part for her next attempt.

Only she is placing the tip of the finger at the very edge of my lower lip; pressing down firmer, only to observe my lips contracting around the tip of her finger.

“While I focus, struggling to keep my lips parted slightly; I can’t help it, as my lips contract around the tip of her finger gently pressing down on my lower lip!” I consider, in stark realization.

“Oh?” I exclaim, through tightly contracted lips.

“Open your mouth, wide..” she coos; pressing the tip of her index-finger down firmer, sliding it into my mouth.

“I, I can’t..” is all I manage to mouth, before my mouth is contracting.

She is exciting me, just by touching my now wet lip. I feel wet, as if I had been excited; realizing she is exciting me, and knows she is exciting me, too.

I feel the pressure of her finger sliding into my mouth; only for the tip of her finger sliding in and out, in and out, in and out. Repeatedly.

“That.. that.. that..” my thoughts are stuttering; “feels, so good..” I realize, as she continues to move the tip of her index-finger in and out; without permitting the tip of her finger ever leaving my lip entirely.

“Almost there, almost there..” she coos in excitement, as her fingers continues to slip in and out of my mouth, while never losing contact, with my wet lips.

Once she finally is pulling the finger out, there is a distinctly wet noise.

As much as I may try, opening my mouth or at least part my lips; the effort is futile, if not for the joy and effect of the struggle to part my lips.

“But, but..” I ponder; “but, why does it feel so good?” I realize, while I continue to struggle to part my lips.

While I am distracted, trying to part my lips; she is extracting a metallic bloody red belly button membrane tube, sliding her index-finger in and inserts it into my belly button.

There is an unexpected, strange sensation as she slips her extended index-finger into my belly button; then I feel the tube slip in and propagate further and further into my belly button, even as she is pulling her finger out.

She is producing the lip-liner and draws a line along the rim of the inserted belly button tube, thus bonding the tube into my flesh; before she is applying a viscous and crystal-clear gel into the newly formed orifice, before she is repeating the process of bonding the tube to me: once, twice and thrice.

Exactly how deep into me, the tube is reaching; I have no idea, but it is more than the depth of my belly button in any case. I had realized as much, even before she had pulled out her finger.

All of a sudden, I realize she is standing behind me; as the tips of her fore and index fingers are probing the outer rim of the orifice, she just made my belly button into.

“Bonding a tube to you, makes it a part of you; but in the process, you acquire the characteristics of the inserted tube or plug as well!” she explains.

“Is she suggesting, the tubes she inserted are implementing their characteristics; as she bonded them into me, a moment ago?” I ponder.

“Since you asked; I could as well admit to it, your lubrication is not just applied on to you but a part of you..” she coos.

“Could you lift up your right and left fore-hoof?” she is inquiring; while extracting a pair of full-length gloves, or if these would just be another pair of stockings to me.

I am quietly lifting up my right and left fore-hoof as she suggested; only for her to slip the right and left gloves on in turn.

“Could you lift up your right hind-hoof?” she inquires and I comply; only for her to slip the corresponding stocking onto my leg, pulling it all the way up and affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“Could you lift up your left hind-hoof?” she inquires and I comply; only for her to slip the corresponding stocking onto my leg, pulling it all the way up and affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

I am setting down the right, and the left hoof onto the floor; once more standing on my own two hooves.

“There, I hope the ensemble is what you were expecting..” she prompts, as I am finding myself fully dressed.

I just nod, as I can not open my mouth enough to respond verbally; but this does not seem to bother Aloe. Then again, why should it?

As I am looking at the mirror before me, I see Rarity entering the room; ogling me, with invested interest.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as she walks over the floor of my bed room.

“What you need, right now; is a black skirt and a matching blouse-jacket, to complete the ensemble!” she explains.

“Thank you, Rarity!” Aloe coos, as she is extracting the skirt and blouse-jacket.

“If you lift up your right hoof..” aloe coos and I comply, then she helps me stepping into the skirt.

“If you lift up your right hoof..” aloe coos and I comply, and she is pulling the skirt all the way up, before affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

Since I have my arms, or fore-legs to the sides of my body; she manages to slip the blouse-top on for me, only to button it up for me.

As I am looking down, I notice the skirt reaching down to my knees, but still skin-tight; which feels odd, with a skirt in mind. However, it is so elastic; I can walk easily, even with hooves.

Aloe is closing the wardrobe-doors; “Place your right and left fore-hoof onto the door of the wardrobe..” she incites and I comply without a thought.

“Just hold on, as if you had hands?” Rarity suggests; “picture it, and try to make it happen..” she continues.

“Oh, oh..” I ponder; “okay!” I conclude, as I make my best, following the instructions she had just given me.

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The June-Bug Consort: 4

Author's Note

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Ms. May Sly's POV

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Lotus had just helped me, slipping out of the nighttime suit I had been wearing; then assisted me, in slipping into my daytime suit with Rarity at her side.

I had woken up with hooves, in place of hands and feet. Curious. My sister June had chosen these stockings and gloves, but I can’t complain now; I had after all chosen to put the garments on, side by side with her.

With Rarity’s help: I am now wearing a glossy, black knee-long pencil-skirt; I am finding surprisingly comfortable. She had also helped me slipping into the matching blouse-jacket; making it a complete outfit I can go out in, proudly.

Rarity gave me electric metallic blue lips to go with my metallic bloody red lips. Curious, but I had assumed she knew these things. If my lips are metallic bloody red, hers are electric metallic blue; if my eye-shadows are electric metallic blue, hers are metallic bloody red. We had been made into the matching pair, swapping the colours between lips and eye-shadows. Curious.

I had used the plaque the day before, just as I had seen Lotus and Rarity using it today; but I can use the plaque by myself, even with these hooves. I had not been locked out, or in; this is why we have the plaque, controlling everything, in the suite in the first place. Even if I, myself does not know of it, or the reasoning behind the choice.

While changing clothes is a bit tricky on me, right now; but I had Rarity helping me out, with this. Just as she had helped me, presenting me with the breakfast buffet.

I place the frog of my right fore-hoof onto the plaque, mentally spreading the fingers I had the other day; the door is sliding up, as if I had spread physical fingers. I step out of the room, with Rarity in tow.

As I had stepped up to the room, to my sister June’s room; I am walking into the room, seeing her standing with her fore-hooves on the door to her wardrobe.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop.” is heard, as I am walking over the floor, approaching my sister.

She looks up, turning her head towards me; her mouth closed, her lips tightly pressed together. Even if, it seems as if she is straining to part her lips, opening her mouth.

“Kiss her..” Rarity suggests; “I am certain, she will love it!” she explains.

She is looking up at me, with her head lowered submissively; looking up at me, expectantly with hope and excitement shining in her eyes.

I smile at her, she smiles back; recognizing me, and Rarity behind me. Of course.

“She would?” I ponder, hesitantly; “but she does look quite hot, where she is standing; I would have to admit!” I mouth, in response.

“Yes, she does indeed..”Rarity offers; “wouldn’t you say?” she then coos.

“She is my sister..” I ponder; “but, I guess I should take your suggestion..” I concede.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I trot over to my sister; where she is standing, waiting for me.

Rarity is quiet, while she is observing my progress; as I trot over to my sister, June.

I had to walk around her, just as I had to slip in under her right or left arm; or is that her fore-legs, in her current form? I do not quite know, but refuse to let this confusion get in the way.

In her current form, I do find her very hot; I can not help myself, it is just how I feel about what I see before me.

“June, my little June-Bug..” I mouth.

I had intended to place my hands on her hips or waist, but I have no hands; so I end up placing my fore-hooves on her waist, as I continue approaching her as I am. She looks at me, with big eyes; winking: once, twice, thrice; as she is looking at me.

It is, as if she tries to say something, her mouth is incapable of conveying, in her current situation I take it, as confirmation.

After a moment, I gently place my lips on hers, parting my lips onto to find my tongue slipping out. In surprise, I feel my tongue sneaking in between her now slightly parted lips. My tongue, now lolling in and out, in and out, in and out; on its way, as it slowly moves into her still tightly contracted mouth.

She can do nothing. Let alone voice a protest. She is just looking into my eyes, as if she had been about to drown in the depth of my eyes right then and there.

It is strange; even if I had known it is my sister June; but what I see and feel under my hooves, as well as the lips I feel pressed against mine, is just the excitement she offers me.

I can not stop myself, and she is not asking me to. I press on. My tongue, lolling in and out.

It just feels so good, so right.

She is wet, something I had realized the moment the tip of my tongue slipped in between her slightly parted lips; leaving me with the impression, of her being excited and wet.

How else to interpret the signs, she is giving me? I do not know. I refuse to even search for alternatives.

Maybe she will beat me senseless over this; when she is given the opportunity, but that is neither here nor now.

As my tongue had reached about halfway into her mouth, maybe a minute had passed; I feel a contraction not quite an orgasm, but her mouth slightly relaxed. A moment later, I feel the next contraction, still no true orgasm; a sign, her mouth is slowly starting to relax. Still, her mouth still firmly contracted. Just her lips parted enough, for my tongue to slip in.

She had managed to part her lips, only because I am kissing her; parting my lips, thus parting hers in the process.
Had Rarity known it?

It is, for Rarity to tell; romance is her field, even if she has yet to find her special Some-Pony to date. Maybe she will, or maybe she wouldn’t? I have no idea.

Only Pinkie may know, before it occurs.

Pinkie knows, what I do not. Pinkie knows, what could not otherwise be known.

However, I love the taste of the June-Bug before me; just as I love, just how slippery and wet she is.

While it may be her lips, but what’s the difference.

Had Rarity told me something, about me or my sister? It is my sister June, but it is also the Pony who woke up in her bed and in her place; is it June, but it is still the Pony before me. I call her June or June-Bug, which she does not seem to mind; as a matter of fact, she seems to enjoy and prefer it. Thus, I will be referring to her as my little June-Bug from now on.

Minute by minute, my tongue is lolling in and out of her mouth; slipping further and further into her mouth, with each consecutive push in into her mouth. Slipping into her mouth, further and further; only for the tip of my tongue to touch the back of her mouth, then entering her throat the next. I had not even realized it, as tightly contracted as her mouth is; tightening up further, each time she is contracting.

Tighter and tighter, the tight contraction more pronounced each time, even if she is relaxing more, each time the contraction is passing. Just that she is remaining tight, contracted firmly; for as long as I am kissing her, as if she is refusing to accept it. Pretending she remains tight, contracted; for as long as I permit her to, while maintaining the kiss.

Slippery and wet, she is exciting me in the process; though she is just remaining just as wet as she had been, the first time my tongue had slipped in between her still tightly contracted lips. She is not growing wetter, or more slippery over time.

“She is eating me..” June realizes, as my tongue is lolling in and out, in and out; ever further in into her mouth, progressing further with each time.

“But.. but.. but...” she considers, her thought reluctant stuttering over the situation; “she is kissing me, her tongue slipping in between my lips..” she considers; “yet, it feels exactly as if she were eating me!” she ponders, not quite realizing what it means; partially based on lacking experience, experiences of the act.

How right she is. Even if she had never realized it or grasped the consequences of the experience, sensations or implications of it.

The moment lasts, because I am enjoying it; just as she makes it last, even if she is not aware of how or why, and she is not in control of it right now.

How, or why it is enjoyable; but it is, and I enjoy it for all it is worth. Excited, exciting June in the process which only excites me even further. While I may be in control, I am not controlling the situation more than my sister.

Of course, the the inevitable does happen and I feel the strong contraction almost halting my tongue, but I persists in the joy. It is hitting her, with all the intensity of an earth-quake; just that it is in her mouth, as opposed where one may have been expecting.

“Ooh, ooh; ooh, ooh, ooh; ooh, ooh..” she coos, as she is hit with the first orgasm.

How could I not? She is so slippery and wet, she is exciting me. Should I have been envious or jealous of her?

Just as one orgasm is hitting her, the next is following mere seconds later. Followed by another and another.

Each consecutive orgasm, coming harder and faster than the last. Yet, she remains as wet and tight as before. Even if she manages to relax more with each consecutive orgasm hitting her.

“Ooh, ooh; ooh, ooh, ooh; ooh, ooh..” she coos, experiencing yet another orgasm; making her feel as if she had been made out of rubber, melting from the growing heat building up inside.

As strong as the first orgasm had hit her, she is still shocked by the strength of each consecutive orgasm only growing stronger as the excitement keeps building within her.

I slow down, trying to make it last; though still pushing all the way, as far as my tongue could reach. Should I have? But I have no idea, as to exactly how far I reach; or where, in her mouth of throat my tongue is. How could I? She is so tight, I can’t quite feel the difference. I never could.

Moment by moment, minutes growing into hours; I continue, persist, as I enjoy the moment in time with my sister.

Rarity is leaning back; where she lies on the bed next to us, soaking up all the love produced in the process.

Just as Rarity is remaining quiet, silent; relaxing, the room remains quiet. Just one Changeling Aide stepping into the room for a few minutes, relieving Rarity of the burden of holding the Love. She steps out, just as quietly; the door closing behind her, leaving the room as she is stepping out.

“Oooh, oooh; “ohh!” I mouth, parting my lips while pressing them tightly onto hers; only to pull back, for just a moment and my tongue is slipping out of her mouth.

“Oh, oh, oh..” she mouths in response, as the next orgasm is hitting her.

“I, I, I..” she mouths, lips still slightly parted; “can I speak?” she then inquires, incredulously.

“Yes..” I respond, “so it would seem..” I then add, almost as an afterthought.

“That, that, that..” she mouths; “still feels so good..” she continues slowly.

“Yes, yes, yes..” I respond.

“Can, can we..” she starts; “do it again, once I have caught my breath?” she inquires.

“Yes..” I promise her.

“I did not know, a kiss felt so good..” she proclaims; “but now I can’t hold back..” she gasps, still short of breath; “but, if you enjoyed it; we will do this more..” she now offers.

“Oh..” I respond; “but now I feel like jelly, inside..” she continues with an excited snicker.

Rarity is sitting up, now as June’s lips had parted and her mouth is no longer contracted; “If you like; I could help you, exploring this experience, tomorrow!” she then offers.

“You could, Rarity?” I inquire; “if so, please do..” I continue.

“Then, by all means; I will, just say the word and I will be helping you..” she confirms.

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Author's Note

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“Since you asked me, if I could help you to explore the Kiss; I could get you started a bit early, if you would like” Rarity is offering, as I am sitting in the sofa, sipping on a bottle of Sparkle Cola.

“Yes, please!” I respond.

“Me too, me too..” June chirps, in excitement.

“Okay, June first; but I will tend to you too, May!” Rarity responds.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you; Rarity..” June chimes.

With that; Rarity is stepping up to my sister June, where she is sitting comfortably by my side in the sofa.

“Just sit back and relax..” Rarity suggest, as she is leaning forwards; planting a kiss on the tip of June’s nipple, before parting her lips and gently lick the tip of the nipple.

Little by little, Rarity is parting her lips; slowly taking the nipple in her mouth, between her lips. After a moment, she starts sucking; gratified with a squirt of June’s warm milk, before she is pulling back.

“There..” Rarity coos.

She is extending the index-finger of her right hand, slipping it into her mouth; before she is placing the tip of the finger at the very edge of June’s lower lip, gently pressing down as she is sliding the tip of the finger into June’s mouth with mounting pressure. Once she had slipped the tip of her finger all the way over June’s lip, she pulls it out; only to slide the finger in and out, in and out over and over with increasing pressure.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh; ohh, ohh!” June mouths, with her lips contracted.

“Part your lips, please..” Rarity incites after about a minute and June complies in the effort of pleasing, unaware of how her lips are contracting tighter and tighter around Rarity’s extended index-finger.

“Open your mouth wide, please..” Rarity incites, after another minute and June complies, eagerly.

“Why, oh why does she make it look so exciting; now I want to experience this, right now..” I ponder, quietly mouthing the words unconsciously.

As much as June tries to part her lips and open her mouth as wide as possible, but all she is accomplishing; is contracting her lips, making the contraction more and more emphasized: taking a deeper hold of her lips, mouth and deeper down her throat.

“Oh, oh, oh..” June mouths, lips firmly contracted, just as she is hit by the first sign of an oncoming orgasm.

“Right this way, please; miss June-Bug..”Rarity coos, guiding June up from the sofa, on the way towards her bed room.

I watch Rarity guiding June out of the living room, while maintaining the tease on the way out; only for Rarity to open the door for the two, just before Rarity returns to me. Just that Rarity is still with June to guide her to the bed.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as Rarity is trotting over the floor, towards me.

The door to the living room slides up, as Rarity is entering the room; “Your turn, May, if you please..” Rarity exclaims; on her way over to the sofa, where I sit.

“If you please, just lean back and relax; as I help you, enjoying the preparations!” she suggests.

“Oh, but of course..” I respond, following her suggestion.

“I hope; you will be enjoying this, May..” Rarity coos, as she is lifting her right hand, extending the index-finger.

“I will, rest assured..” I respond.

With that, she is placing the tip of her index-finger on the rim of my lower lip. Barely touching, applying pressure; as she is sliding the finger over the lower lip.

I feel the tip of her finger sliding over the slippery gel, my lips are coated with; but barely even notice, how she is starting to contract my lips, as the tip of her finger is sliding over my lower lip.

“So, so... so W.E.T. (deliciously Juicy)..” I mouth, in stark realization; excited, by the sensations elicited by her touch and touches.

Her left hand, on her hip; proudly demonstrating her grace, showing her figure off before me. I could not help, but notice each feature including the inch-long, semi-square metallic electric blue nails.

Rarity, the mistress on stage; soaking up all the attention, with her moves and radiant elegance. Drawing my attention to where she desires it; leading me, from what she does not want me to see or think without even saying a word to the effect.

Slowly, slowly; ever so slowly she is contracting my mouth as she is exciting me.

Each time, the tip of her finger moves over the surface of my wet lip; she contracts me, as she is exciting me further and further. Minute, by minute; she continues. With each time, the pressure of the tip of her fingers inevitably grows slightly; only exciting me more, as my lips tighten up in contraction around her finger.

Helplessly, yet eagerly; I succumb to her seduction, enjoying each and every instant of it. Feeling the tip of her extended index-finger, sliding over my lower lip, in and out, in and out. Slow, slow, slower, slower. Not faster and harder.

She, Rarity knows her seduction; she knows how to use her appearance, as well as her motion towards the desired goal.

It is not the tip of her fingers that are smooth, but the lubrication coating my lips; making it feel hot, as she slowly stroke the lower lip to contract my mouth further.

She makes me feel hot, just by standing there before me; lending me the attention, teasing me into submission. Helplessly enjoying what she is offering so freely.

Moment by moment, moment by moment; she causes me to contract, and I feel the first stumbling contraction not yet an orgasm. But, it is close, closing in with each stroke of her finger, as she is continuing her tease.

Once the first, actual orgasm is hitting me; it feels like an earth-quake is rocking me to the very core, even if its origin is my lips and my mouth.

She continues; never stopping, never slowing down. She drives me on, drives me further and I am hit by another orgasm even harder than the first.

Rarity is standing before me, looking into my eyes; watching me, as I experience the next orgasm. Another, and another; orgasm after consecutive orgasm rocking me deeper and harder with each one. My eyes fluttering, as I feel hot and growing hotter.

“Oh, oh, oh; oh, oh, oh, oh; oh, oh, oh..” I coo inwardly, with each new orgasm hitting me.

“I, I’m, I’m, mmmh..” I ponder; “Melting..” I realize.

She had given me all the attention, she had promised; now, I am shaking and shuddering under the intensity of the next orgasm as it is hitting, hard.

I don’t even realize it, or notice; as the tip of her finger is slipping out of my mouth, with a distinctly pronounced sucking noise. My lips, mouth contracted, as she effectively sealed my mouth; before she was letting go, pulling back.

My eyes fluttering, a few more times; before closing completely signaling to her I am ready. I am hers to carry to bed.

“Right this way, please..” she coos, as she is taking my right fore-hoof; leading me up and out of the sofa, down onto the floor.

I follow her out of the room. She merely stops to place the palm of her right hand onto the plaque, spreading her fingers wide in order to open the door; stepping out of the room with me in tow, before the door quietly slides shut with a swoosh behind me as I had cleared the threshold. I follow her, Rarity; even if on all fours, breathing hard and fast in my highly excited and ecstatic state. My heart, pounding, hard and fast.

She is leading me up the flight of stairs to my bed room, only to stop by the door to my room; extending the palm of her right hand onto the plaque; spreading her fingers wide to open the door; stepping into the room with me in tow, only for the door to slide shut behind me as I had cleared the threshold.

“Luna is awaiting you, May..” she coos, folding the quilt up towards the wall.

“Oh, oh..” I mouth, lips still tightly sealed.

I am taking the hint, sliding into my bed as she had alluded to; only for her to fold the quilt back over me, lying under my quilt in comfort.

She stands back, quietly; standing in silence, as she is watching me.

Only taking a step forwards, placing the tip of her index-finger onto the rim of my lower lip; momentarily holding it in place gently pressing down further.

I had lain my head on the pillow, as she placed the quilt over me; for me to doze off into sleep, Luna watching me from her unseen vantage point. Strangely enough, I see a mirror before me; the mirror, showing me the reflection of my face. My lips sealed, barely visible as if I never had them.

“May, sweet May.. May, oh May.. May, sweet May..” she is cooing; as if singing a lullaby for me, even in my sleep.

While fast asleep, I am still rocked by the distinct orgasms; experiencing them, as if it had been my heart-beats.

As I sleep, Rarity is parting my legs, spreading them fairly wide; though she is also sliding my arms or fore-legs from my body, before bending my elbows to present me in a desirable pose. My hooves up, presenting the frogs up in what seems a placating gesture if I had had hands.

There is a whirring noise of an engine, and the hissing noise of air being sucked out; my quilt vacuumed to hold me firmly into position, ready to play and be played with. Like this I lay, remaining in pose for the rest of the night; still sleeping, while enjoying the ecstatic state of the incurred stimulation and stimulation I had been enjoying.

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Luna had been singing her lullaby, for me. I am still aware of the voice singing the song as if in my ear; cooing in excited delight.

Only now, I am awakened, by the booping on my lower lip; abruptly contracting, upon contact.

My eyes flutter, in abrupt surprise; a reaction, to the unexpected waking up.

What I see, is my sister June; my own June-bug, her extended index-finger still lingering for a moment on my lower lip.

She is laying on her belly, on top of me, her face just inches above me where she lay.

Just that she is her old self in the light pinkish skin-tone, I remember her by.

On second thought; she still has her muzzle, big eyes and equine ears just as the day before. Maybe she had just changed into a different ensemble or suit of garments before she went to bed the other night?

Her skin still soft and warm, smooth and glossy after the night she had spent sleeping in her own bed.

I know it is her, or I think I know; because I recognize her, even if she may be wearing a suit, or just carries the effects of the suit she wore last night. I recognize her, her mannerisms.

She is June, my June-Bug; would respond to nothing else, not here and not now. Just as I doubt she would respond to anything else, ever. She still is my little June-Bug.

I feel her hands, the palms of her hands on my waist; slowly and seductively moving up onto my belly. Her fingers spread, spreading wider as she is moving up onto my belly. She is exploring my belly, in overt delight and excitement; just the way I had been expecting her.

What I had not been expecting, is the touch of the touch-pad at the tip of the extended index-finger of her right hand; even if she has these hyper sensitive touch-pads on each of her fingers now. Just the top, from the final joint and all the way in under the nail. The soft and squishy sensation of rubbery flesh giving that special coarse and grabby joy.

Had she chosen, to try on the gloves the girls tending the desk were using; to enjoy how their hands feel?

She chose to keep her inch-long, semi-square nails crystal-clear; but I can not blame her, it does look just right for her.

Of course I feel her pert breasts, pressing down on my own; the large, hard nipples rubbing on top of my very own.

Only now she had slipped her hands up onto my belly, the tips of her fingers probing my belly button; the long and index-fingers of her right and left hand sliding in, probing and pulling to spread the orifice. She is obviously enjoying the squishy, elastic flesh on my belly; from what I can see, of her facial expression.

I feel her hot breath on my face and pick up the sweet scent of her on her breath. She is breathing in, and out, in and out; deep and rapid pants.

As I try to lift up my hooves, to grasp her; I am reminded of the quilt holding me firmly into place, while she lies on top of me. The vacuum effect still firmly in place.

The squishy quilt over me, is holding me down; if and when I try to move, leaving me entirely in her hands and she is clearly enjoying it. Should I complain, but why? I am enjoying it, and she knows it. I can not deny it, and certainly not to her. She is knowing me; far too well, for that.

“Oh, your belly button..” she snickers, excited over her discovery; pretending she had not known of it, as if she had not seen it or done it herself, already.

Even with the quilt covering me, she manages to slip a pair of fingers inside to tease me; enjoying the effect it is having on my belly.

“Wait, what if I.. ?” she inquires, before thinking better of it.

She moves her hands up my body, stopping under my breasts; pretending to consider, before her fingers are sliding up my teeny A Cups to the top and find my nipples.

“Should I?” she inquires, while tentatively pinching my nipples between the nails of her thumb and fore-finger for a moment; “naeh.. later, maybe..” she continues.

Now, her hands move down and up to the sides of my cheeks where they slowly come to a stop. Just resting, holding my face in a firm grip. Musing, excited.

“I know, you want me to fondle and cuddle your breasts and nipples; but you will enjoy me exploring your belly button with you later, as well..” she suggests.

“Yes, I probably will..” I ponder, as her attention moves further up and her lips slowly moves towards my lips.

“Oh, wait..” she coos; “what if you were to part your lips, to invite a kiss?” she inquires, suggesting I should be trying to part my lips before she is kissing me.

Only for her to extend the index-finger of her right hand; planting the tip of her finger at the very edge of my lower lip and keeps it there, to cause my lips to contract even further if that had been possible.

Trying to part my lips, not to mention open my mouth; would only drive home the point, deepening the contraction even farther than it already is. Even if I did not know, or if I am not aware of it right now.

“Close your eyes..” she incites, just before she finally plants her lips on mine in a kiss.

She is parting her lips, just enough for her tongue to slip out; before she is licking my lips, then slip the tip of her tongue in between my lips in an excited ease.

She is licking my lips, leaving me to feel wet. This is, how much she had parted her lips; for now, at the very least.

“Hay, you are wet; delicious, I love it!” she is mouthing in the act.

And of course, I am wet, she had known that, all along. She just enjoys teasing me with it. Just driving the point home.

She breaks of, after a few minutes; lifting her head, but leaving my lips exposed to her.

Just enough, to tease me; to trick me, into trying to part my lips to kiss her. The effect is obvious, but I am not aware of it right now; acting as she had expected only to deepen the effect of the contraction further with each moment she is holding back.

“Time for some fun, I know you will enjoy it..” she coos, as she is moving over to my right fore-hoof; exposed to her, since last night.

I could do nothing, trapped under the quilt holding me in the spot.

At first, she is just extending the tip of her tongue, licking the outer rim of the right fore-hoof; starting at the front or tip, then going back and forth; right and left, right and left.

Slowly, slowly; she is starting to move out onto the frog, further and further out onto the sensitive flesh. Teasing me, enjoying herself as she goes on.

While her tongue is wet and slippery; she is leaving no wet trails behind, as she is continuing to tease me with the sensations she is forcing upon me. Not that I complain, enjoying it as much as I do; she had known it all along, even if she had never let on.

She had chosen these stockings for me, even if it is the June-Bug who is in her bed right now; enjoying the same treatment, thinking I am on top of her and the situation.

June remains on top of me, teasing the frog of my right fore-hoof; exposing me to the sensitivity, to the edge of what I can take. Moving all the way to the center of the hoof and continuing back to the rim of the hoof; leaving me drooling, if not for my lips being tightly contracted and effectively sealed shut. Only to move over to my left fore-hoof, as she had reached the edge of the right fore-hoof; repeating the process of teasing me by eliciting these sensations to show me me just how sensitive I am.

Right and left, right and left, right and left; she had continued, repeating the tease. Breaking off, only after the third. She had applied the tip of her tongue to the frog of my right and left fore-hooves: once, twice and thrice.

I am ready to scream, but I have no mouth.

She is returning her attention to me, my face; sliding her hands up over my chest, only to stop on my cheeks: right and left, respectively.

Now, placing her lips on mine in a deliciously warm kiss; parting her lips, licking my lips for several minutes just to fire me up.

My lips are wet, soaking wet under her tongue; just as they had been, all along. She is relishing in my excitement, soaking it up like the little sponge she is. Though she is my little June-Bug, as far as I know; even if she may be her stand-in, for the occasion. Not that I mind, right now. Why? With everything she is giving me, and how good it feels; how good she feels, on my chest, as she is offering me everything.

She is once more parting her lips, just enough for her tongue to slip out, exposing my lips to her caresses.

Slowly, slowly; ever so slowly, she is parting her lips further as she goes.

At first, she had made due with just licking my lips; then, the tip of her tongue slides in between my tight lips, into my mouth. Lolling in and out, in and out; slowly sliding further in, as she is parting her lips. Just a little bit, just enough; for her tongue to enter my mouth. As the tip of her tongue finally reaches the back of my mouth, she starts slowly parting her lips further; slipping the tip of her tongue down my throat.

I feel her tongue, lolling in and out, in and out; further and further in and then down my throat. I am wet, soaking wet; all the way, as far as I can feel the tip of her tongue and an inch further down.

I find myself contracting, in hard orgasms; over and over, just as I was the other day. I just never stopped experiencing them; even if it faded out, as I had fallen asleep the other night.

While I am starting to relax, she is keeping me contracted; keeping me on the tip of my hooves all the way, making the experience as hot as she could possibly make and maintain it for me.

With her on top of me, enjoying the moment; as if there is just the moment, everlasting.

Eventually, she had driven me over the edge; leaving me orgasmic, coming hard and fast. As hard, and as fast as I can for her.

She is relishing in my moment, enjoying holding me in place; only with the company, of the next Aide stepping in or out of the room. She remains on top of me, where she belongs; soaking it all up, as I am trapped in the cycle of the bliss of the perpetual orgasm. I love it, as far as I know.

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My June-Bug remains, faithfully on my chest; kissing me, into the very end.

Moments passing, growing into minutes; minutes passing, growing into hours.

Eventually the time comes, and she permits my climax; just a moment before, the safe moment is expiring and I fall asleep and slip into an unconscious state.

Of course, I am forever changed, by the experience. I can not turn back, even if I could change my suit and appearance.

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June-Bug, Broken In

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June-Bug, Broken In: 6

Author's Note

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Ms. June Sly's POV

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June-Bug, Broken In: 6

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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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Completion or Depletion

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Completion or Depletion: 7

Author's Note

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Mr. August Sly's POV

Previous Chapter:
June-Bug, Broken In - Next Chapter: Gloves for Yule

Completion or Depletion: 7

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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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Gloves for Yule: 8

Author's Note

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Ms. Julie's POV

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Gloves for Yule: 8

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Completion or Depletion

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I had watched Aug pick a pair of gloves, he felt like trying on, earlier; they are very pretty and befitting, to his current suit.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Full-Length Gloves” the subtitle reads; “Ultra-Tight - Ultra Feminine - Complimentary Fantasy” the second subtitle of his gloves reads.

“Could you help me, putting these gloves on?” I inquire, holding a pair of crystal-clear gloves up demonstratively.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Full-Length Condom Gloves” the subtitle reads; “Ultra-Tight - Hyper Smooth” the second subtitle of his gloves reads.

“Since you are asking me for help; how could I possibly turn you down, Yule?” he inquires; “If you want to try these on, I will help you!” he continues.

“Just for the night, but I just can not help myself; once I had seen them, I had to try them on to explore how it feels to wear these..”I explain.

“Though I guess, I want to feel his hands all over my arms; while he is helping me put these gloves on, adjusting the fit for me..” I realize, as I had explained it.

“The gloves of your choice may be a bit peculiar, but if you want to wear them; who am I to stop you, after what I have put on?” he inquires; “since you are all dressed up, for the night, just fold up the quilt and sit down on your bed; hold up your hands before you, so I can help you..” he explains.

“Since you are wearing a girl’s ensemble, I guess you do have a point..” I respond, as I am folding up the corner of the quilt and sit down onto my bed.

“I am so excited and nervous, even if he had indeed promised to help me!” I realize, snickering.

I am lifting up my right arm, balling up my fingers into a fist; making my best, to make it easy for him.

He is holding out the glove for my right hand, before me; I slip my hand in, then starts spreading my fingers, once the glove is slipping past the wrist. As he continues to pull the glove further and further up, I am flexing my fingers eagerly; only to see the glove tighten up around my hand, thus restricting my fingers in the process. I can see my hand once more, balled up into a fist; as my hand is reaching the edge, and he is pulling the glove up into my arm-pit.

I am presenting my left arm, for him to slip the second glove on; he is putting the glove on, pulling it all the way up in a slow motion. I spread my fingers and flex them as he is pulling the glove on only for the glove to slowly restrict my hand, as it is contracting around my skin.

“Oh, oh, oh..” I mouth; “curious..” I snicker.

While I am flexing my fingers, but my hand remains balled up; I feel the glove stretching, to accommodate for as much flexibility as possible. However, I can not flex my fingers; more than a bit, and never enough to make any difference.

“Whoa..” he exclaims; “is this, the condom Glove you wanted to try on?” he inquires.

“Yes, I believe it is!” I respond.

“Then, by all means..” he responds; “but, I should offer you the rest of the treat..” he suggests.

“Yes, (yes, yes); by all means, please do!” I respond, looking up expectantly at him.

He is producing a tube of skin-tone lubrication; “If you want me to; I would be only too happy to assist, Yule!” he prompts.

“Yes, please..” I respond.

With that, he uncaps the tube and pours gel into his right hand; before he is rubbing his hands to spread it out evenly, before turning his attention back to me.

“Here goes, if you have not changed your mind?” he inquires.

“No, please go ahead; I want to experience this, and I clearly need your help for that!” I point out.

With that, he is placing his cupped hands onto the tip of my glove; slowly caressing the glove, working the gel in into the surface of the glove. Spreading the lubrication, before he starts to move further and further along the glove. From time to time, he stops to pour more gel into his right hand; rubbing his hands, before he continues to spread the gel onto my glove.

Once he had coated my right glove, he continues to work my left glove; all the way up to my arm-pit, at which point it would appear he had just run out of gel.

“Seems this tube had been formulated, to be just enough for one pair of gloves!” he observes, with a smile.

The gloves are covered or coated in the skin-tone lubrication he had used to polish the gloves I wear. Not a single drop is smearing or dripping from the gloves; it is, as if he had never applied the gel in the first place. However, the gel makes the gloves tightening up and contract around my arms, restricting my fingers’ movement even further.

“If you lift your feet up, I will help you up into the bed; so that you can sleep comfortably, all night!” he offers and I comply.

I feel his hands pushing my feet in under the quilt; before he is helping me to fold the quilt back down, covering me up to my neck.

“There; sleep tight, and sweet dreams!” he offers.

“Thank you, Aug; sleep tight, and sweet dreams..” I respond.

Now he is turning towards the door, walking the few steps; before he is lifting up his right hand and gently extends the palm onto the plaque, spreading his fingers wide in order to open the door. The door quietly slides shut behind him, as he had cleared the threshold and I find myself alone under my quilt.

The light slowly dims down, as if it had been reflecting the light of a setting sun. I can still see the light of stars overhead, as if I had been lying under the open sky outdoors.

“Curious..” I ponder.

“So beautiful, I could cry..” is the last thought I experience; before I fall asleep, a mere moment after my head touches the pillow.

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I am still lying in my bed, as I wake up. The room is dark.

As I open my eyes, I can see the contours of the room, identifying the few things I recall I had in my room.

I am lying on my back, but it seems I can’t quite feel my hands; even if I clearly feel something, from where my hands had been the other day. I feel the quilt over me, and the black Silicone sheet under me.

While the quilt is holding me down, it is not what is pinning my arms down.

After a moment, the door to my bed room is sliding up; Aug enters the room, before the door promptly slides shut quietly.

“Good morning, Yule!” she exclaims.

“Good morning, Aug!” I respond.

She is stepping up to the side of my bed, plopping down to sit by my side, where I lay, restrained by my quilt.

“I think; you need a kiss, right now!” she offers, as she is slipping down to lay by my side on the bed.

“Yes, I would love a kiss, Aug..” I respond.

She is stepping up to the side of my bed, plopping down to sit by my side, where I lay, restrained by my quilt.

“I think; you need a kiss, right now!” she offers, as she is slipping down to lay by my side on the bed.

“Yes, I would love a kiss, Aug..” I respond.

It is a bit strange, to see my brother Aug standing before me, as a woman; when I recall her as a male, even if I still recognize all the features of the Aug I know she is still Aug, after all; and I had seen her putting the suit on, responsible for the changes I see in her new female form.

However, there is one thing sticking out, up front; even if she is still wearing her metallic bloody red panties, I can clearly see his penis. It had been under the thin membrane, the panties consist of; but during the night, as the changes had come to the fore, the penis had slipped through, somehow. I can’t point a finger at how, but I can clearly see the effect, and I can’t quite deny what I see before me.

I feel her hands, as she slides them over my chest; lying on top of me. She slowly moves her hands up over my breasts towards my chin, only for her hands to stop, as they are reaching my cheeks.

Now, I feel the suction-cups covering the palms of her hands, the hyper sensitive touch-pads at the end of each finger. I even feel a hint of her inch-long, semi-square, crystal-clear nails. Even if I can’t see the colour, and not just because her hands have yet to appear before me to clearly make the colour out. The metallic bloody red gloves she still wears makes it impossible for me to see.

With her arms by the sides of my body, she is sliding into position; gently placing her lips softly onto mine, in a loving kiss.

“Oh, oh, oh..” I mouth, as I feel the wet touch of her lips pressing onto mine.

Her lips parting, her tongue slipping out; licking my lips, before finally slipping in between my lips.

My tongue stretches forth, touching the tip of her tongue. My tongue is stretching further in between her lips, as her tongue slides in further into my mouth. I feel wet, as my tongue is sliding over the wet tongue of hers.

Of course she is wet, I should have known it; considering how I was lubricating her lips, as I was applying the lip-gloss. In the process, I had left her perpetually slippery and wet; only now, I find myself enjoying it more than I had dared to believe.

I feel the tip of her tongue slide in, into my mouth; farther than I had been expecting, only to pull back out of my mouth as she is pulling back.

“Just a moment; I have something to share, with you..” she prompts; before she slips out of bed, to stand on her feet a moment later.

“Just too bad, I could not ask you; to help me, slipping the top off of me..” she offers, before she is pulling the top up over her head; leaving it onto the floor, only to reveal her breasts before me.

“Oh, oh; yes, yes yes..” I mouth, as I see what she had been hinting at.

“Wonderful, indeed..” I mouth.

“I thought, you would say that..” she coos, snickering; "but just wait, until you can explore them, for yourself!” she points out; before she slips back, down onto the bed beside me.

“Can she by chance, mean what I think she means?” I ponder, as I am ogling her.

“I am saving the best, for last..” she points out; “while I had prepared your breakfast, in creamy and liquid form!” she promises.

“Liquid breakfast?” I inquire and she just nods; “I guess, I just have to experience it..” I conclude.

“Yes, I guess, you are right..” she responds.

She is slipping up, presenting a breast to me; making the nipple slide into my mouth, between slightly parted lips.

“Oh, one small detail..” she explains.

She is lifting up her right hand, extending the index-finger; only to place the tip of the finger on the middle of my lower lip, pressing down gently. I feel my lips contract, under her influence.

“Now, if you would just suck?” she coos; “and your breakfast is served..” she continues.

“I will just have to try this..” I ponder, as I start sucking.

While the tip of her extended index-finger remains, lingering on my lower lip: I start sucking, soon rewarded with my first squirt of warm milk hitting the back of my mouth.

“Oh, oh; yes, yes, yes..” I mouth.

Why she had given me the offer, to stop sucking and pull back at any time; the juicy and creamy milk is just too good, for me to pull back now. I had not even stopped, to consider; either stopping, or pulling back. Should I have? I am hungry, eager to enjoy the breakfast she is offering me.

I continue to suck, rewarded with new squirts of milk. Freshly served, the milk is hot and creamy as promised. Maybe, just maybe; this is why, I could not stop myself or pull back. Though I guess, I could have tried to pull back, just enough; to effect tentative tugs, in a teasing manner.

“Why, oh why?” I ponder; “I enjoy it, just as I enjoy the milk she is offering me..” I realize.

“Should I have, but I can’t make myself resenting it!” I ponder.

If it is, her being on top, or if it is the offered milk that is turning me on? Yet, it is turning me on. I find myself growing excited.

I eagerly swallow each squirt, she is offering me. Of course, I am enjoying it; it is a breakfast in bed, and one I will not have to clean up after or do any dishes after.

Squirt, by squirt; minute by minute.. and the time is slipping by. Yet, I am still enjoying it. Even when I start to feel my belly filling up. I just could not make myself stop. Not now, and not quite yet.

Should I? Why? I have no idea, not a clue. Not yet.

Though I guess, the first clue is forthcoming shortly.

Of course, the tip of her extended index-finger had been withdrawn; just as she had deemed my lips sufficiently contracted, but why not. I feel the large, hard nipple in my mouth, between my tightly contracted lips; enjoying each and every instant of it, even if this time is running short.

“I think, you have had your fill; spare some appetite for your lunch, will you?” she pronounces, teasingly; just as she is starting to pull back.

This, is the first hint; of just how tightly she made my lips contract, as she is pulling back. I feel my lips stretch, refusing to let go of her nipple; not just because I am still sucking, but that does help.

“But, but, but..”I ponder, in protest; “it is so good, I want more..” I continue.

“I may enjoy your belly, as it is; but if you keep sucking, it would be a dampener on your mood..” she explains; “and I know you don’t want that, because I certainly do not..” she points out, pulling back.

“Let’s have some fun..” she offers, once more placing the tip of her index-finger onto my lower lip, gently pressing down and caress it.

With that, I find my lips contract further; further and further, until she is withdrawing the finger once more.

“Wait, wait..” she puts forth; “you did put on a pair of Ballerina stockings, didn’t you?” she inquires and I nod.

“Oh, yeah; I thought so, remembering slipping these on last night..” she concludes.

“I would like, to see you up and about; prancing around, like the graceful Ballerina you are!” she exclaims.

With that, she is folding up the quilt; for me to be able to slip out of bed, to stand on my own two feet. Once she is folding the quilt up, I can sit up; sliding my feet out of bed, pushing myself forwards to find myself standing on my own two feet as suggested.

“Now, for the fun part; if you don’t mind?” she suggests; “Since you would be hard pressed; to slip the stockings of, right now!” she offers.

I just nod.

With that, she is slipping the right and left stocking off of me; while I lift my feet right and left, respectively.

“There..” she prompts, as she is folding the quilt down; if you care to slip onto the bed, resting on your belly for but a moment!” she offers.

I nod and slip down onto the bed, soon to find myself resting on my belly; eagerly awaiting her assistance, with breathless anticipation.

She is standing behind me, beside my bed; leaning down over me, as she is extending her right hand with her fingers stretching out. A moment later, I feel four of her fingers slipping in between my toes; slowly sliding up the length of my right foot, only stopping, as the tips of her fingers had caressed the entire length of the soul of the foot. I had felt her gently pressing down the tip of each finger, but just hard enough; for her to affect the desired change to the foot, as I feel the muscles of the foot relax as it is adjusting the posture.

She is placing the tips of her thumb and index-finger just at the back of my foot; sliding the hand all the way up the thigh, only to stop as she is reaching the back of my knee. In the process, she had effectively laced up a ballerina slipper onto my foot and halfway up my thigh. I had felt the squishy, glistering black Silicon coating the soul of my foot; in the form of the soul of the Ballerina slip she was lacing onto the right foot. The front of the foot is covered in a stiff, glistering, light pink to skin-tone Silicone; continuing all the way up the slipper. There is a golden tip to my slipper, upon which I can balance comfortably. The metallic, silvery lacing reaches from the border between my toes and my foot, reaching all the way up to the top of the slipper.

While my new Ballerina slipper initially does feel strict and tight, these sensations and feelings soon ebb out and slip my mind; to gradually be replaced, by a comforting and comfortable sense of my feet once more being nude.

Once she had laced up my right foot and leg, she is repeating the process of lacing up my left foot and leg; to give me the sense of being the Ballerina, I had been promised to be.

“There, perfect; how does it feel?” she inquires.

I look up at her, smiling shyly; grinning, in joy and appreciation.

Now, I once more slide my feet out of the bed; pushing myself off of the bed, only to find myself standing on the tips of my toes. I blink in surprise.

“H.. how, how..” I mouth, in stark realization; “could it possibly feel so natural, to me?” I ponder.

It feels, almost as it used to feel to stand up, on the entire foot. Just that I am half a foot taller than I used to be; as late, as last night. I feel the floor, as if I had been standing up; not as if I had been balancing, on the tips of my toes.

“Step up to the wardrobe and open the doors to the daytime suits..” she suggests.

“Oh, okay..” I just nod, as I am walking over to my wardrobe.

She quietly opens the wardrobe before me; offering the view I had been anticipating.

“Now, look into the mirror; look at your reflection..” she suggests, and I simply nod.

I can see my red lips and blue eye-shadows, just as I clearly see the Ballerina-slips I am wearing; while Aug is standing behind me, watching me from behind in preparation.

She is lifting up her hands towards my right shoulder, fingers outstretched; slipping her nails in under the glove, before she is pulling the glove down and off of my arm.

“Oh, oh, oh; ooh..” I mouth, as I can see the bare skin of my arm and what had been my hand as late as last night.

She is repeating the process, pulling the left glove off of me; watching my reactions, observing me as I realize what my choice of gloves is going to mean to my near future.

“Yes, I guess this is the gloves you chose to wear..” she mouths, silently.

I can not deny it, now; after I had seen the result, a full night’s sleep had incurred me.

As I am gazing into the mirror, observing my reflection; she is slipping her nails in under my panties, pulling the garment down. I can feel the slippery Silicone slide down my legs, where I stand.

“Raise your arms up; against the ceiling, please..” she suggests, and I comply.

With that, I feel the long nails slip in under the top I am still wearing. The next moment, she is slipping the garment up over my head; pulling it off of me, only to unceremoniously leaving it onto the pile of the last night’s ensemble.

She is leaving the garments on the floor of my wardrobe; selecting what I am to wear, for the rest of the day.

However, I am already wearing my new Ballerina-slippers, and she had selected a pair of panties for me.

Lift up your right foot..” she suggests, and I comply; only for her to place the metallic bloody red panties, under my right foot.

“Put the right foot onto the floor, before you lift up your left foot..” she suggests, and I comply.

She directs my panties to line up with where I am about to place my left foot; “you can put the left foot down..” she suggests.

”Rarity” the label reads; ”Tail-Panties” the subtitle reads; ”Ultra Tight - Plug and Play" the second subtitle reads.

As I comply, I feel her slipping the panties up. She is affording the panties a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“There, perfect..” she exclaims.

“These do feel pretty good..” I consider, knowing they were never to present me with anything less than the perfect fit, in the first place.

She had picked a glistering black knee-length pencil skirt for me, presenting it before me; lift up your right foot, please!” she suggests and I comply; put down the foot onto the floor..” she continues and I comply; lift up your left foot..” she continues and I comply; “Put your left foot down onto the floor..” she concludes, and I once more comply.

She had instructed me, to take a step; and now she is pulling my skirt up, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Knee-length Pencil Skirt" the subtitle reads; “Ultra-Tight - Membrane-Skirt” the second subtitle reads.

“Lift up your arms..” she suggests and I comply; whereupon she is slipping the pink daytime top down over my head, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“Just one final item; and you are properly dressed up, Yule!” she promptly points out, presenting me with the matching blouse-top, she had intended for me to wear.

“Oh, oh, oh..” I mouth, in response.

I am lifting up my arms, before she even had the time to prompt me to; leaving her to slide the right and left arms into their respective sleeves, before she is buttoning the blouse up, eagerly.

“There, perfect..” she prompts, placing a hand onto the wrist of what had been my right arm.

I feel her lifting up her hand up towards her rump; only for her to promptly press my hand in into her anus, before I even had the time to react. What had formerly been my right hand, now the head of a Yello, eagerly slides in, with little to no prompting.

With the tip of the extended index-finger, she presses down on the lower lip; causing herself to contract, thus holding me firmly into place.

“There, how is that?” she inquires.

“Tight..” I mouth; “but slippery and wet..” I continue.

“I am trapped..” I realize; “but I find myself, enjoying it to the point of finding it exciting..” I realize.

“You signed up for it, Yule; I hope you enjoy it, because you have until tomorrow, like this..” she muses, snickering.

With that, she is grasping my free hand, or what had been my hand; guiding it up towards my face, slipping my hand in between my tight lips.

“There, I hope I am making a good point..” she suggests, as she is affording the hand a few tentative tugs and pushes: once, twice, thrice.

“Oh, oh, oh..” I scream; “yes, yes, yes..” I mouth.

“Follow the sensations, back to their individual causes..” she suggests; “and maybe, just maybe; you can control your arms, as they are now!” she prompts.

“Oh, oh; okay...” I respond.

With that, she is walking over to the door out of my bed room; lifting up her right hand and extend the palm of the hand gently onto the plaque; spreading her fingers wide in order to open the door. She is stepping out of the room, pulling me out right along with her. The door promptly slides shut quietly behind me, just as I had cleared the threshold.

With my right hand, in the position it is in; I have no choice, but to follow her, as she is continuing over to her room.

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Tentacles and Glory Holes

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Tentacles and Glory Holes: 9

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Gloves for Yule

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I had just watched Aug undress, before she had slipped into her daily wear. I had found it surprisingly exciting.

I just could not put a finger onto how, or why that is. Though I guess this could be blamed, onto my current state; on the account of the gloves I wore to bed, the other night.

Now, he is leading me out into our living room; having me to sit down, into the sofa.

“The seat in the middle; should be perfectly you, Yule!” she suggests.

“You think, Aug?” I inquire; “Thank you, Aug..” I respond, plopping down into the proffered seat, in the middle of our three seat cinematic sofa.

“Yes, but of course it is; I even had it adjusted, for you to be right at home..” she prompts.

“Oh?” I inquire.

“Yes, but of course; just lean forwards, and I will show you a neat trick..” she offers.

“Oh, okay..” I respond, leaning forwards.

With that, she is guiding my hands towards the cup-holders; slipping them down, before pressing them in firmly.

“There, perfectly tight and secure..” she declares.

I lean back, relaxing; waiting for her to do something.

“Wait..” I ponder; “she wants me, to explore the situation; to learn how to handle my arms, and to confirm how tight and comfortable it is to me?” I continue.

Putting these gloves on, or if it is having them put on me; but the gloves inevitably had changed me, my arms during the night. If I should be referring to my arms, as arms? Condom Gloves, as the subtitle had declared.

I still do lean back, but tentatively pull at my arms; erm, maybe tentacles is the word to go with. Either way, I tentatively start exploring the situation.

The first I realize, is just how tight the hold of what had been my hands is; I can not move either, or even flex them in the least. Not right now, it’s simply too tight.

Pull as I may, I can not pull free; more than I could push further, or move what had been passing for my hands the other day.

However, I realize pulling is still stretching me; causing me to feel how wet I am, after she had been lubricating me, the other day. How does this even work? I have no idea, but something about my situation is still exciting me, all the same.

“Wait..” I ponder; “why am I excited?” I consider.

Yet, I can not help myself; but I do still find myself excited, in the situation I had just found myself.

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“I feel like taking a bottle of Sparkle Cola, but for as long as I have Yule here..” I ponder.

With that, I lean over; unbuttoning the first button, the second button and the third button of her blouse.

At first, she seems to blush in embarrassment; but then I realize, she is excited. I unbutton two more of the buttons, before I fold the front of her blouse out of the way; presenting her breasts openly, leaving her nipples exposed to me.

She just winks at me.

With the pads of the armrests down, I place one knee in the right seat and the other in the left seat; bending over, placing a kiss on the top of her right nipple.

I part my lips, enough for my tongue to escape; licking the tip of her nipple, before I continue to part my lips, slowly taking her nipple between my lips and into my mouth.

“Since she likes my milk, I guess I just have to sample hers too..” I ponder, contracting my lips as I start to suck.

I lift up my right hand, extending the index-finger; pressing the tip of the finger onto the middle of my lower lip, causing my lips to contract. Mean-while, I extend the thumb and index-finger; placing her left nipple between my nails and slowly pinching her nipple. Slowly, carefully tugging the nipple, teasing her, her sensibilities.

Would she like it? Would she be enjoying it? Could she? Would she let me know, or pout and whine endlessly later? Who is to say?

Either way, too late to regret it. I have done it.

Personally, I do enjoy the tease; and going by her expression and reactions, she seems to like it. At least, right now; in the moment, as I am giving her nipple a few more tentative tugs. Just little, cute and lady-like tugs; keeping the nipple firmly between my nails, stretching the nipple just enough to make the point.

I do not bite, because I doubt I would have enjoyed her doing it to me; though I suck her nipple, between tightly contracted lips. She had enjoyed doing it to me, so I permit myself to enjoy it in turn.

She is rewarding me with squirts of her warm milk: creamy and juicy, which I find myself enjoying.

“So sweet, I can’t resist..” I ponder; “no wonder, she was enjoying it so much?” I consider.

It is milk, and thus rich in nutrients; we all knew that, and specifically targeted to match the needs and requirements of the one doing the sucking. Suckling?

Maybe, just maybe; in this case, it is not just the nutrients that are specific to me, but also the taste and consistency. Well, but why not? If the top I had worn all night could offer me perfectly shaped female breasts, with nipples ready for use; why couldn’t the under-laying tissue be just as well adjusted: to my, her and our needs as well? We had booked the room, together; so it could be safe to assume, in this case. Couldn’t it?

While I know some, both men and women may have preferred a larger bust; but personally, I still prefer the smaller A Cup.

Maybe, just maybe; I could try out a larger bust later; B Cup, or possibly even a C Cup. But I doubt, I would like to go further than that. Is it the male part of me speaking, demanding to keep it small and inconspicuous; even if I know, I probably could pass for a female before I leave the hotel.

What is the lure of larger breasts, I have no idea. A handful should be just right for me, and not just because I would be incurring a severe back-pain soon enough.

No pain, no gain; they say, but in this case, there really is no gain to be had.

I enjoy my modest, perky teen’s A Cup. I enjoy it, for all it is worth. Much more so, than I had been expecting.

As it turns out, I had sacrificed nothing; for what I had been given, aside from the male pride I never bothered too much with in the first place. I still have everything, I had started out with; only to gain, all the things I was looking for. Even, if I was looking for them in another. As in: a Girl Friend, that is.

It isn’t, as if I became a girl; just because I was given the choice of having breasts. At least, there are real and very functional breasts. I had enjoyed this fact, very much. Should I have been ashamed of this? Why?

I had made the choice; in putting the garments on, the entire ensemble. I had even been sleeping in the suit, all night.

There are still a few things, left to be explored; to be enjoyed.

She is so sweet, as is her milk; maybe I will take a greater liking to her, possibly even love her now? Such is the Yule I am starting to get to know, after I stopped merely being a mae and her brother. Am I living up to my name?

At least, she is enjoying my company. I may have known her before, back before I had booked the suite; now I am another person, gaining understanding, I could never have gained before. I can and do connect to her, in ways I never could; but the overnight changes changed me, deeper than I had been expecting.

Without mentioning details, could I recommend for others to come to this hotel? could I, and should I?

What will become of me, how will it change and affect my other relations? I have no idea. will it, or wouldn’t it?

For now, I do not care, I live in the instant. On top of Yule. Enjoying my position.

She is enjoying it, for all I can say.

Once I had my fill, I continue for a moment; teasing her, pleasing her as best I can.

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She is standing before me, with the table behind me; as she is unbuttoning my blouse, one button at the time: one, two and three. She momentarily stops; before she is unbuttoning the fourth and fifth button as well. This is the time, when she is folding up my blouse to expose my breasts, and nipples.

Once she exposed my breasts; she is climbing up onto the sofa, effectively mounting me in the process. A moment later; I feel her slippery and wet lips, planting a warm kiss on my right nipple.

There is a momentary, electric tingle on the top of my nipple; just as I feel her lips part and the tip of her tongue, is touching the tip of the nipple.

As her lips part further, she pushes forwards; and I feel my nipple slipping into her mouth, between her warm lips.

Her lips; tightly contracted around my lips, as she starts sucking. Sucktion, slowly building up; to the point, where I clearly feel my milk being sucked out through the nipple.

Slow, at first; squirt by squirt, the creamy milk flows out. I have a warm sensation, almost to the point of the electric tingling with each squirt.

”Oh, oh..” I mouth.

She is lifting up her right hand, thumb and index-finger extended; pressing her long nails on the sides of my unattended nipple, squeezing it gently between her nails.

Teasing, tantalizing and distracting me; as she affords the nipple gentle, tentative tugs. Gentle and ladylike, but tentative tugs all the same. I can’t help, but enjoying the tease, as she is distracting me in the process.

While I may have known, I was enjoying my nipples; but it never dawned upon me, that it was to be quite this good. How could I have guessed?

Though, if I am to chance a guess; maybe the answer lies, in the changes imposed upon me by the top I wore last night. If I had read the fine print, it would have explained it all. ”Productive Play” the subtitle reads; ”E Cup, the same subtitle had declared.

The top rigged me to lactate, upon stimulation; just as it had set me up, to enjoy lactating. If only, I had realized; just how much, I am enjoying it.

While I could try on a different top tonight, but do I want to? Even if the top is promising me, to return my breasts and nipples, to what they were like, before I had arrived.

For now, I could not even make myself think of it; maybe, I am enjoying it too much? Well, I certainly do enjoy it; but if it is Aug, or if I would have enjoyed stimulation regardless of who or how?

I find myself, wanting to hug and kiss her; but my hands are stuck in place, if they are even hands?

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Yule is appearing to be rather distracted, by now. If she would notice it, but I think I had enough of her milk for now. Not that I did not like it, but I gave her a breakfast; for her to have it, not just for her to just give everything back the next instant.

Besides; it isn’t, as if I could not have more later. I know she will love, to offer me. Just as I will love; to offer her more, if and when she asks.

I place my left hand, where her elbow would have been; slowly, carefully pushing. Just to feel if her joint is still there.

My left hand, slipping the pad of the armrest open; extracting two bottles of Sparkle Cola, before I close the fridge after myself.

If it is actually a joint, such as I may recognize; but I can feel her arm, or is it a tentacle bed. Just not quite, the way I had been expecting it.

”Whoa..” I exclaim, as I feel the fluid reaction, as the tentacle bends as if it had been made out of rubber.

”Oh, oh..” she gasps, as she feels the reaction, realizing more of what she has to work with.

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”Oh, oh..” I gasp, as I start to realize how this works, upon feeling the sensations of her hand where my elbow should have been.

Of course, I feel the hand, as my tentacle is bending under her pressure; but beyond that, I have little to no awareness as to where she is. I’m locked into place, distracted and excited.

My focus, is on my right and left tentacles respectively; figuring out, just how they work and how to move them.

”Wait, I chose this?” I ponder; "what were I thinking?” I continue;”but, but, but; it feels so good, and I still enjoy it all!” I conclude.

While I could not pull free, or act in a manner to release myself; but I am in the position, where I can pick up the clues as to how to control the tentacles in place of my arms.

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Room Service

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Author's Note

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