Just one Lonely little Changeling: Not Alone

Chapters

Prologue:
Into the Fire: 1
A New Day: 2
the Cafe: 3
Urges: 4
A Queen’s Gift: 6

Prologue:

I had ended up, standing on the middle of the circular table in Princess Twilight Sparkles castle; only for the table top to light up, flooding my body with the purple light of magic.

Everything went white, permeated by the force of the light overpowering everything; the reality I had come to rely on, included. There is no escape, no way to escape what is to pass.

The next instant, I find myself on the top of a bed. I instinctively react, as the Changeling I am; attempting to take the shape of the nearest object, in the sense of any living creature I could pass up as.

Incidentally, I had turned into a full-body suit. Black is the colour coming before me, as a Changeling.

Reflexes don’t give you time to think or reflect on your situation; I had no options to consider, this full-body suit is what I had turned myself into.

I had only had the time to catch a glimpse of the surrounding, the room in which I had found myself; now I can’t see anything, so I don’t have an idea as to where I am or what I look like. Though I am fairly sure, this is not the home of a Pony. I am not in Equestria anymore.

“How did I end up here?” I ponder.

Fortunately, I did not have much time to ponder, or great over my situation; a girl enters the room, finding me where I lay prone over her bed. As luck would have it, my head is over where her pillow is resting. My feet, facing downwards.

<--- --- --->

Into the Fire: 1

”What a perfectly beautiful suit, she gave me!” I exclaim, as I see the full-body suit resting on top of my bed.

What a lovely surprise; I had not expected the suit today, but tomorrow at best.

The suit lay prone, as if it had no other option; even if I had no idea, this was a Changeling in disguise. How could I? I just enjoy the most thoughtful gift, for all it is worth.

Slowly, I walk over the floor; reaching the edge of my bed, extending my hands as I walk.

As I reach my bed, I place my hands on the back of the suit; black, glossy and smoother than I possibly could have been expecting. This is neither Fabric, Leather, nor Latex Rubber.

“Warm?” I gasp, as I feel the smooth surface of the back of what is now my suit.

“No zipper!” I realize; “Yet, it seems to be skin-tight all the same!” I breathe; “I will love, wearing this suit immensely!” I proclaim, for any and Everyone to hear. (Well; anyone close enough to hear me, in the privacy of my own bed room!)

I can’t help myself, caressing the smooth, warm material of the back of what is now my suit; enjoying the moment, before I can gather myself enough to lift the suit up before me. Looking at the suit, as I hold it up before me; holding it under the arm-pits, as I permit my eyes to scan over the front of my suit.

“How long does a suit last, and how do I care for it?” I ponder; “Or, her!” I correct myself, refusing to see my new suit as a mere lifeless object.

“She is warm!” I ponder.

“Hope she will like me wearing her!” I ponder; “You don’t mind, if I put you on?” I inquire, as if I had been expecting her to respond.

Well; at least, she did not protest. If she did not protest; she would not mind me, at least trying her on? Am I imagining it, or is this just wishful thinking?

I end up, caressing her shoulders for several minutes; as if I had expected her to enjoy my care, making her more willing to be worn by me. Well, why not? Either way, it feels good to me; in a strange way, I can’t quite put words on.

Slowly, I am lifting her up; turning her to face me, as if she would appreciate to see me face-to-face. Even though I know she has no face, and thus could not possibly see me.

It does not feel weird, to me; but now I imagine, seeing her nodding her approval. As if she were telling me, she was accepting me, permitting me to wear her.

Since I could not wear her backwards; I turn her face forwards; before I lift up my right foot, slowly slipping my foot into her. She eagerly swallows my foot and I continue to slide it all the way down; only to lift up my left foot, sliding it into the tight entrance in her neck.

Once I realize, I had forgotten to take my clothes off; it is already to late, too late by far. I just could not make myself slipping out, in order to take my clothes of.

I feel the liquid elasticity of her skin slowly spreading over me, my skin; as she slowly slide up my body.

“Huh??” I exclaim; as I realize what is happening, without realizing how or why.

Before I knew it, the socks find themselves on my bed; before my panties, skirt, top and blouse follow.

“Okay, that is weird!” I breathe.

My skin feels slippery and moist; as if I had been sweating, or covered with a lubricating gel. Possibly, but how and why? I have no idea. Yet, I find myself enjoying the intimate sensation.

Only a few minutes after I had started putting my suit on, I find myself covered with her tight embrace from the neck down.

“Oh, oh, ooh!” I breathe, excited.

Only, there is a faint echo; as if she was expressing herself, just half an instant after me.

I feel her warmth, now covering me, my skin; even between my toes and everywhere else.

While she is indeed skintight, she still does contract more in certain places; not that I mind, it just puts emphasis on my assets in its own way. I can’t make myself complain, as I realize that I love how she makes me feel.

While she is a deliciously glossy black, she feels as if she had been the skin I had been born with all the same. I just can’t quite put a finger on how or why. Maybe she is distracting me, a bit too much for me to focus? Not that I mind, I quite enjoy what she is doing for me. Or, to me, is it?

I don’t like complaining, even though I know it may be the best or only way on occasion. Only now, it is the wrong and the worst way to react.

While I may worry, a bit; but it does not get in the way of how I feel, or diminish these feelings in the least. Maybe, just maybe; I am worrying about how to extract myself from within the suit, or how to perform certain functions while inside

Yet, she makes me feel so good; I subconsciously project my love for her, and what she is doing for me.

While I thought I had enjoyed the feeling; the sensation of the tight, smooth Latex or Rubber covering my skin, but she permitted me to understand the depth of what I feel about it now. Even if she isn’t made out of either Latex or Rubber. She just mimics the feeling and sensation of the suit.

As exciting, as that Latex suit may have been; it can’t compare with the warmth and intimacy, of the suit I am wearing now.

What would I do without her, now as I know of her? Could I live without her? Could I let go of her, or give her up? No.

Had I never found her in my room, on my bed; I would have been blissfully ignorant, thus never knowing what I would have been missing.

<--- --- --->

A New Day: 2

“This feeling, is enjoyable enough to go up early for!” I ponder.

“Thank you!” she responds; “It warms my heart, to hear you say that!” she puts forth.

I continue to walk towards the Girls’ Room. It is just a few more steps, and I reach the door; extending my right hand, pulling the door right up before me. I step in, closing the door behind myself.

“A Girl has to prepare herself, for the new day!” I ponder.

“Ah..” she responds; “but of course!” she is acknowledging.

As I had closed the door; I focus on the mirror before me, critically examining my face.

“Looks good..” she puts forth; “But, what do you intend?” she inquires.

“Thanks!” I put forth.

“Glossy lips would be just right?” she suggests.

I just nod, watching my lips grow glossier and glossier.

Of course; she had already applied the foundation and the base colour to my face, making it look perfectly natural for me.

“Eyelashes are black, glossy and curled up!” she states, as she is adjusting my eyelashes to comply.

“Maybe just a hint of blush?” she inquires.

As I nod, I can see and feel the blush coming on. Not much, just a hint. Yet, I feel it, as if I had a natural blush and not put on make up.

“Okay..” I respond; “that feels weird!” I continue; “But, I guess I could get used to this!” I conclude.

“Just a bit of Eye Shadow..” she puts forth; “and you can go out and face the day!” she proclaims.

I notice how my eye-lids starts to become glossy, glitter added and finally the actual shadow.

“Guess I am ready, to face the day!” I concede, as she had finished applying my make-up.

“If you like it, I could apply these every morning!” she suggests.

“Yes, please!” I respond, vigorously nodding my approval.

I turn away from the mirror, open the door and step out of the cramped space; before I close the door behind myself.

Since I have finished putting on my make-up, even if she put it on for me; I walk to the stairs, stepping down the entire flight of stairs to the first floor.

“Is that you, Zhiizoo?” Mum inquires.

“Yes, Mum!” I respond.

“Good morning, Dear; I hope you are hungry, because I just cooked up a steady breakfast!” she points out.

“Good morning!” I echo, on my way over to the kitchen table.

Egg, Bacon and fried Potatoes, on the side of rice and assorted Vegetables.

“Yummy!” I exclaim, as I step up to the table.

I claim my seat and pull the seat in under the table, before I start eating.

“It is a joy to prepare your meals, when I can see you enjoying what I have prepared for you!” she puts forth.

“The Love you put into the process of preparing my food, only makes it more enjoyable to eat what you prepared for me!” I put forth, smiling at her; “If only she realized, what I mean with these words…” I ponder. (Of course; she would never understand, would she?)

“Thank you, Zhiizoo..” she responds; “It warms my heart, to hear you say that!” she concludes with a hint of blush coming on.

“The best way, to make sure my next meal will be as delicious as the one I am currently enjoying!” I put forth, continuing to consume my meal.

Knowing she wants to serve me tasty food, could there ever be anything better?

I take my time, enjoying everything she had prepared for me. I could do nothing less, after all. It would be disrespectful; to wolf it down or leave it on the plate, after all the effort she had put into preparing it for me. At least, to me it feels like it.

This is clearly worth the time, enjoying the meal, all the food before me.

I do not leave the table, before the plate is cleared.

“Thank you, Mum; for the yummy food, and all the effort you put into preparing it for me!” I offer, before I push my chair back; raising to my feet, pushing the chair back in under the table.

She is clearing the table, as I am walking out of the kitchen.

I am satisfied with the meal, she had prepared for me, and she is happy to see me leaving the table after I had been enjoying my breakfast.

This had just proved to be a promising start, for the new day before me.

The light pitter-patter of my soft feet are heard, as I walk up the entire flight of stairs. I continue to the door to my room, opening the door; step into my room, before I close the door behind myself.

I lie down onto my bed, resting for a few minutes; taking the time to enjoy myself, collecting my thoughts into the plan of what to do next.

Since I had enjoyed myself and the beginning of the Day; I intend to enjoy the rest of the day, as well. Well, why not? If the day starts out right, it is just time to cease the day.

“I think I need some fresh air!” I put forth.

“A brisk walk, would do you some good!” she agrees; “Particularly, after the yummy food we just enjoyed!” she conclude.

“Oh, yeah..” I respond; “I guess we could use the exercise after breakfast!” I conclude.

With that, I slide my feet off of my bed; soon finding myself sitting comfortably on my bed, before I swiftly raise to my feet and walk over to the door. From there, I open the door and exit my room; only to turn the lights of and close the door behind myself, before I turn towards the stairs down.

The pitter-patter of my soft feet are heard, as I walk all the way down the flight of stairs.

“I’m going out, for a walk!” I put forth, explaining where I am going.

“I expect to be back, in time for lunch!” I then point out, before I walk over to the door to the cloaking room.

“Okay!” I hear her response.

I quietly open the door to the cloaking room, step into the room; before I close the door behind myself, considering which shoes to wear.

“If you are interested, I have an idea for which shoes to choose; just hide a pair, and we can be going!” she suggests.

I pick up my comfortable walking shoes; “These should be a good enough cover!” I propose.

“Those would be perfect..” she responds.

“Now you made me feeling all frisky!” I tease.

“Lacquered, metallic bloody red high heels would be the ideal..” she suggests, only for me to see and feel how my posture is adjusting to fit with the changes; “or, rather; let’s try something more Daring, Equine would be just right for the day!” she elaborates.

Before I know it, I am standing on a pair of Equine hooves, still in the colour she made my heels into. (Just Pi Inches, but it does feel perfectly me.)

“Oh…” I gasp, in response to the sudden change she had just imposed upon me.

While these are not the Hooves of a Horse of Earth, but it is the Hooves of an Equine, more akin to the ponies of her Equestria.

She had opted to afford me Silicone white Socks; leaving the rest of my legs a deep black and glistering beautifully. Well, why not? I guess I could get used to it. (Gives me a delightful figure and silhouette, or so I imagine.)

The question is; how the people would react on my new looks, when they finally stop to see me. You never know. Most people don’t really look that close, in the first place.

If they expect me to be wearing high heels, that is what they see. I guess the brain is good at filling in the blanks, letting you see what you believe you see. I should not complain. Should I?

At least, not now. It permits me to walk out as I am, without as much as a second glance.

I open the door and step out, closing the door behind me; Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as I am walking out.

“Wait..” I mumble; “why do I feel the hard stone tiles?” I inquire.

“Because your hooves are sensitive!” she explains; “Even if the front is hard and durable!” she continues.

“Oh, okay!” I respond, as I continue walking.

“Something to consider..” she prompts; “and something to be mindful of, at all times!” she puts forth; “Though I imagine you will grow used to this, over time!” she suggests.

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the Cafe: 3

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as I walk along the street, basking in the warm sun.

While it may be early in the day, but the sun is already hot.

“The sounds of my hooves are strangely seductive!” I ponder; “However; this far, none has afforded me a second glance!” I conclude.

“The sun is quite nice!” she concedes; “I could come to enjoy this, much more than I could have expected!” she continues.

“Not used to walking down the street in the sun, enjoying yourself?” I inquire, pretending I have a conversation over the mobile Phone.

“No, not really!” she responds; “I was stationed in the deeper chambers; until the failed mission had me misplaced, and I ended up in your room!” she responds.

“How very unfortunate, for them!” I giggle.

“I doubt they will be putting in the effort, of retracing my steps; all assuming there is anyone left, missing me!” she concedes.

“That’s horrible..” I point out; “but then, you ended up in a better place!” I continue.

“Yes, this is most certainly a better place..” she responds; “I will never go hungry!” she points out.

“Going hungry, could never be fun!” I suggest, as I continue walking down the street towards the destination. (our destination)

“Thankfully, I am blissfully ignorant of how this would feel…” I ponder, stopping by the side of the road.

Once the street is clear enough, I walk over to the other side; before I continue towards my destination. I had realized; that the Asphalt is fairly similar to the stone tiles back hone, in how they feel to walk on. It isn’t just in how the sounds of my hooves, but how they feel to set hoof on.

I come across grass and gravel, along the way; the gravel is not comfortable, but I have to confess, the grass certainly is. Something I had not realized, until now; even if I may have walked barefoot on grass, before. The grass had felt good then; but it feels so much better now, than I could have been imagining. I just hope; this is not showing, on my face.

I pass a few more street crossings, before I reach the destination I had been striving towards.

While I appear to be alone, but that is quite fine by me. Not so much that I had told anyone that I was planning to go, and it isn’t as if I had been expecting to see anyone I knew, either. Why?

Either way, I step into the small lobby. The twin doors eagerly slide up before me, almost as if by Magic. However, there is a sensor, picking up when someone is in the area in front of the door; making the doors slide up, just in time to let me enter unhindered. Rather convenient, if I could say so myself.

I like frequenting this establishment; not so much for the Cafe part of the activity, but to see a few friends on and off line.

After a moment, I reach the receptionist’s desk; stopping before her; “Is there a booth available?” I inquire.

“A booth, yes; I could put you up for one, right now!” she responds, confirming my hopes.

“Thank you, Urano!” I respond; “I always prefer the privacy of a booth!” I put forth.

“Just place the palm of your hand on the Plaque..” she instructs me; “then spread your fingers wide, and you can step right in!” she concludes.

“Thank you!” I respond; placing the palm of my right hand on the black, hexagonal surface.

I feel the sleek, smooth surface under my hand as I spread my fingers wide; only to find an intimate warmth spreading, as my fingers are spreading. It had been a bit strange, the first time; now I had grown accustomed to the sensation, to the point where I barely even noticed it. Had it not been giving me the warm sensation, I would have noticing it.

On second thought, the sensation had become just a bit more acute than I wanted to remember it being. But, what the hay? It feels warm and familiar, inviting to me as it is

With my booth cleared, I continue on my way to the door out of the lobby.

I had taken the door to the left, leading me to an escalator taking me to the basement. It is the added privacy, I am after.

The escalator takes me down to the basement and I find myself stepping off and through a set of sliding twin doors to the hall. Most of the doors signs are showing the bright red for occupied.

Should I have taken the first unoccupied booth, you think? No! Why?

I continue to a specific booth. I usually frequent this particular booth. Why? Well, why not? I like it. Once I had found it, I always take this one.

I lift up my right hand, placing the palm onto the smooth black surface; only to spread my fingers wide, feeling the inherent warmth from inside as the door quietly slides up before me.

The moment the doors slide up for me, I step into the room; only for the doors to quietly slide shut behind me, just as I had cleared the threshold. The first I see, is the hexagonal table at the center of the room. The floor had been laid with a plush, deep Royal blue carpet; just the way I remember it, from the last time I had been here.

The table is crafted out of chromed Steel, just as the tables along the walls. The table-top was made out of chrystal clear glass.

The side tables has a wide screen, while the conference table in the center has a holographic monitor interface. With six chairs, I can communicate with six people; either in the room, or connected via a similar interface.

I sometimes choose to use one of the tables along the wall; but this time, I choose the central table, for the purpose of the conference mode. It isn’t as if I intend to strip nude, but I hope I can talk to my Companion: Penelope face-to-face all the same.

Even if I can not touch her, her face; I still want to see her, face-to-face. Well, why not? She is my Friend, my Companion; so naturally, I want to see her face-to-face.

Maybe I could even set up a chat, with just the two of us. On the other rubbery hoof, what if I could help her set up her own Profile? That would be awesome, wouldn’t it? At least, I think it should be

Since I already have my Profile created and attuned to me, I don’t need to lift a finger to access it; but we would need to create hers from scratch, step-by-step.

I have logged in, into the chat, the moment I opened the door. I choose to sit on the chair opposite the one with my profile, making it clear Penelope intends to create her own profile.

As I sit down, I can see a vague image of myself, just as I am looking right now. I place the palms of my hands onto the table top, accessing the features of the chat; opting to create the profile: Penelope.

The image slowly blurs, before it starts to take on definition; showing Penelope, as she chooses to show herself to the chat. Once her face is on the screen, the rest of her characteristics start to appear on the screen before me; listed one by one, from the Name, Age and so on.

“Curious..” Penelope exclaims; “if only we had had this, back then; maybe we could have been spared some of the more embarrassing setbacks we were suffering!” she puts forth.

“Yes, but maybe this would have robbed me of the experience of meeting you; just as it would have robbed you, of the experiencing to meet me and the benefits you have with me!” I suggest.

“Yes!” she concedes.

Once the Profile has recorded her appearance and statistics, she is opting to save the Profile.

With her Profile completed, she is logged in, for the first time. Hence forth, she can partake in the Chat, or chat with anyone currently connected and logged in.

For now, I am the only person on her list of friends. Not just because I was the one inviting her in, or even the only one in the room; I am the only person she knows, even if she may have seen a few people on her way over to the Cafe.

“Neat..” she exclaims; “I can see you before me; even if I can’t touch you, in here!” she puts forth.

“Yes, I guess it is..” I respond; “but we can do all the touching, back home!” I suggest; neglecting to mention how she is already touching me, right now.

Well, that is irrelevant in context.

“If you want to play a game, on line; just create a Profile for the Game, and connect it to your Main Profile you just created!” I point out.

“That could wait, couldn’t it!” she responds, snickering.

Since we are chatting with none outside the room, there is no Chat Log. Thankfully. Not that I have a problem with having a chat log of my conversation. Just that I prefer our conversation to be private and off the records.

Not as if we were talking about anything intimate, or did anything overly inappropriate. I just enjoy introducing her to this scene in private, guiding her without any outside interference.

“I guess we could explore the games, later; at which point, I would have to ask you to introduce me and offer suggestions on what I may enjoy!” she puts forth.

“We do have both On-Line and Off-Line games available, here!” I explain; some of which just may be fun and enjoyable for you!” I supply.

“You mean, we can play against, or with Players; other than the two of us, in here if we so chose?” she inquires.

“Yes, we could choose any out of a number of games; it’s the fun with these games, to make new friends and challenge yourself!” I put forth.

“I could probably stand to make a few more friends..” she concedes; “even if I do enjoy your company immensely!” she points out.

“Guess I noticed that!” I tease, giggling quietly to myself; “it isn’t, as if I could blame you; I have come to enjoy your company, quite a lot!” I conclude.

“Wait, you don’t say?” she inquires.

<--- --- --->

Urges

Urges: 4

“Okay..” she puts forth; “that was kind of fun!” she concedes.

“So much more fun, together with someone, too!” I put forth.

“Yes..” she agrees, nodding; “I guess it is!” she concludes; “Though, Urano was kind of cute; if only I could give her these Elf Ears, or something!” she then suggests.

“The Receptionist?” I inquire; “Yes, I guess she is!” I agree.

Poor Urano, if only she knew. Of course, she don’t. How could she? Not really my problem. Why would it be? It isn’t even as if I were doing anything to her, or through inaction permitted harm coming to her in the first place

I had returned to my little game of pretending I was talking to someone on the Mobile Phone. You never know.

“You know, she was rather cute..” she puts forth; and now she makes me want to see her with these Elf Ears!” she declares.

“When you put it like that, I think I want to see her like that too; maybe you could help me, seeing it?” I inquire.

I had just closed the door to my room.

“Is now a good time?” she inquires.

“As good as any!” I respond.

With that, my face melts into the appearance of Uranos. I manage to pick up my Phonie and snaps off a few shots of my face.

“Now, the elf Ears!!” I urge.

Once she had given Urano the Elf Ears, I snap a few more shots..

“Could you give her the appearance of a Pony?” I inquire.

“Yes!” she responds, and I snap a new picture of my new face.

“It is amazing, what you can do for my appearance!” I exclaim.

In the end, I end up with a small library of different faces for Urano. What would she think, if she knew? Then again, I will not let her see any of these images; or tell anyone who could forward the information to her.

“I think you got excited, about just how much fun I could provide you with!” she suggests.

“Could you blame me?” I inquire; My excitement is the basis of your existence, isn’t it?” I continue.

“Maybe something placed me on your bed, for a reason!” she concedes; “Considering; just how much better, I am doing here!” she points out.

“I could not send you back, to where you came from; even if I had wanted to..” I supply; “I love having you here; and you know how that makes you feel, in return!” I respond.

“I can’t show her, how I was living..” she ponders; “but I can give her all the reasons she needs; for her to keep me right here, with her!” she considers.

“I know, you can only wear one suit at the time..” I put forth; but how would you feel about having another suit or two?” she inquires.

“What do you mean?” I inquire.

“Let’s just say, I wanted to offer you a gift..” she suggests; “a very special gift!” she explains.

“You mean..” I respond; “like the suit I am wearing, right now?” I inquire, with raising excitement.

“Would that be so bad?” she inquires.

“Before..” I point out; “I collected suits..” I continue; “but that was before I found you..” I explain; “and these suits were just lifeless replicas of what you look like!” I elaborate.

“Like the one, I were using as reference to become what I am now?” she inquires.

“It is just a skin, I can cover myself with!” I put forth.

“Yes..” she concedes; “I guess it is!” she continues; “Just that it offered me the chance, to really come close to you..” she points out; “in a way none ever could before, and I would not have been a match for you, in the first place!” she elaborates.

“In retrospect..” I say; “I guess I could see them, as the basic sketch of the final product!” I concede.

“I guess that makes sense!” she responds.

I could never have had her, if not for all these Latex Suits I have in my room. While I had been fine with them, but they can’t compare to what I have now.

“I want to perform a test!” she offers; “I will need a few minutes to myself!” she explains.

“If you need a few minutes, to yourself!” I respond; “It isn’t as if I could deny you that much!” I agree.

“I will be back, shortly!” she promises; “I just need you to walk to the middle of the room, stand there quietly for a moment!” she explains.

“Okay!” I respond, as I am walking to the middle of the room.

I take a pose, like a mannequin. Now I just stand still, waiting for what she asked of me.

With one hand up, before my face. I stand still, feeling her flow down as if she had been a liquid. Once the skin of my hand is bare, I can see what my hand is looking like.

I gasp.

While my hand is no longer covered with her, the skin is bare; my body is no longer under her influence, but the blessed adjustments she had made still remain firmly in place.

I follow her with my gaze, as she is flowing in under my bed. What she intends to do, in the shadow under my bed, I have no idea. Yet, I trust her enough not to question her or her motives.

“I will know, in due time..” I ponder; “I am sure; she will tell me, soon enough!” I conclude.

In the shade of my bed, it is dusty; but otherwise quiet and devoid of things.

What I do not see, what I can not see; is how she is chasing the dust bunnies into a corner, leaving the entire space clean.

She is exposing three spheres in the corner, under my bed. Three eggs. Changeling Eggs.

Once she is done, depositing the eggs under my bed; she slowly slide out from under the shade of my bed, closing in on me once more.

<--- --- --->

I am still me, she had not changed me into someone else. Aside from a few minor adjustments, easily described as Make-Up and Manicure. Okay, I guess pedicure would be an appropriate word, for the changes to my feet. Yes, they are still very much human feet I can recognize as me.

Uhm, don’t worry.

When I can see myself, such as I am after all the tiny little changes she subjected me to; I can see myself as I am, and I enjoy what I see.

The highly sensitive touch pads are a bright cerise, clearly visible against my light complexion. Maybe the touch pads could be a distraction, preventing people from noticing the suction cups she made the palms of my hands into; as the silicone white barely is visible, over the light complexion I have.

I had never cared much for tanning. I don’t go out, just to tan my skin darker. Why? What’s the Point? Though I guess I mostly grow red in the sun, anyway. I am the natural indoors girl, in the flesh.

While I usually file my nails down; she left them longer, in an oval shape. I guess it is me, she is growing on me. Just as the little changes she had submitted me to.

<--- --- --->

Once she was done, with what she was doing under my bed; she is emerging from the shade, slowly sliding over the floor.

After a moment, I notice her approaching me. Once she is reaching me; she slowly flow over my feet and up my legs, until she once more cover my entire body, with her delicious warmth and delicate hint of pressure.

“There..” she declares; “I’m back!” she proclaims, with warmth to her voice.

“Tight..” I breathe, “I just love your tight embrace!” I concede.

“Oh, yes..” she responds, as I can feel her growing tighter around me; “there, I hope that is just right for you!” she offers.

“Yes..” I respond; this is just right!” I conclude.

“Thank you, Zhiizoo; this feels so warm..” she exclaims; “in direct contact with your skin, the aura of your never-ending love grows invigorating!” she concedes.

If I can make you feel good, loved; how could I possibly deny you your sustenance, the love you require to live.

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Denying her, would be paramount to giving up my own life in the process. I could not give her up now, not once I had accepted her and adjusted to her being there with and for me. Always.

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A Queen’s Gift

A Queen’s Gift: 6

I wake up early, in the morning; earlier than customary, for me. It is not; that I don’t go up early, otherwise. It is just; that I go up earlier, than I use to.

I can clearly feel a pressure on the foot end of my bed. Something, or three somethings is lying on the quilt over my feet.

It is warm and cozy. I can’t complain. It is just; that it is a surprise, to me. I had neither been informed of this, nor had a chance to prepare for what it means.

Okay. Okay, okay; I enjoy surprises, every once in a while. I guess this is turning out to be one of these surprises.

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As they notice that I had woken up, they start to move.

Well, of course they would move. While they look like ultra Plush Plushies; they have a rubbery sheen to them.

Twilight Sparkle, Rarity and Pinkie Pie stands up on the foot end of my bed, looking at me expectantly. Apparently, they are waiting for me to get up. They had waited for me for hours, if not most of the night. Now I had finally woken up.

If I don’t know their names; Twilight Sparkle is a light Purple or Lavender; Rarity is a pristine and unblemished White, while Pinkie Pie is her usual bright Pink hue.

I can clearly see their respective marks, even if I can not for my life figure out what they are, or what they represent. Twilight has her formation of one plus five stars, Rarity has three blue Diamonds and Pinkie Pie has the cluster of three Balloons.

Why did they choose these specific Ponies to look like? I have no idea. Maybe I would have, had I known who they are and what they represent.

Just that I am utterly clueless here. How could I know? None had bothered to explain.

Oh, well. Maybe it isn’t important. Maybe it is utterly irrelevant?

Either way, they are on my bed now.

It isn’t as if I could shoo them away. How could I? They are adorable. Far too Adorable to shoo them away, at any rate.

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I slide my hands out from under the quilt, before I fold the corner of the quilt up against the wall; sliding my feet out from under the quilt, only to find myself once more sitting up at the edge of my bed. I push myself forwards, only to find myself standing up on the floor with a soft thud, on my very own two feet; still wearing the same suit I had worn as I went to bed the other night.

“I am Pinkie Pie, and my Cutie Mark is the three Balloons; I am the Party Planner, and baker!” she is presenting herself.

“I am Rarity, and my Cutie Mark is the three blue diamonds; I am the Seamstress and work at the Carousel Boutique!” Rarity presents herself.

“I am Twilight sparkle, and my Cutie Mark is the Cluster of stars; I was the protege of Princess Celestia, now I am the town’s Librarian!” Twilight presents herself.

“I am Zhiizoo!” I present myself.

“I am your Queen!” my Suit presents herself.

The next instant; the three Plushies takes on their Human form, while still facing me where I am standing before my bed.

“My Queen!!” the three Plushie girls exclaim, reverently.

“If you want to try on the Top, Swim Suit or Tights, Zhiizoo; just approach one of your Plushies and ask them to present the desired garment, they will love the Honour of you wearing them for as long as you desire it!” Queen explains.

“While you are in this form; present Zhiizoo with a Collar with your Name Tag, so that she knows who you are!” Queen instructs her Subjects.

“Yes, my Queen!” they chorus, complying.

“Twilight, the Name Tag reads; “Would you be my Top for the day!” I propose.

“Yes, please..” Twilight responds; “Of course!” she concludes, as the top takes form over her chest.

I can see exactly what Top she is presenting me with. The sleeves cover her entire arms, none of her neck and reaches down three inches under her breasts. Of course she has breasts, even if just for demonstrative purposes.

“Beautiful!” I compliment her; “If you sit down on my bed, before you turn into this top!” I conclude.

Twilight walks over to my bed, sitting down without a word; before she is turning into the top I had just requested.

My Queen suit slides off of me, pooling on the floor under me; before she is sliding away, finally reforming into the form she had as my suit.

“Now, put her on and wear her with Pride!” she puts forth.

I step up to my bed, reach for the top before me; before I carefully slip her on, only for her to adjust the fit before I had even attempted to do it.

“Ooh.. ooh..” I exclaim; “so tight, I can’t help but loving it!” I conclude.

“We can’t be called the Blue Hive now..” Twilight ponders; “maybe the Latex Hive would be more fitting!” she considers.

“Could we call you: Latexia?” Rarity inquires.

“Queen Latexia it is, then!” she responds, as she is accepting her new name within the Hive.

Her Hive.

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I stand before my bed, focusing on the Twilight Top. I slowly grab her under the armpits, as I bend over in order to grab the promised Top on the top of my bed.

I feel the warmth under my fingers, as I grab hold of my new Lavender top; sliding her down. She is contracting tightly around my chest, as she slides into place.

“How is that, Twilight?” I inquire.

“Ooh.. ooh…” she breathes, in delight.

“Could you be an A Cup for me, Twilight?” I inquire.

“Yes, Zhiizoo..” she responds, as she is adjusting the size of my bust; “Of course, Mistress!” she intones; “I hope I can serve you well!” she finally adds.

“The only thing lacking, is that I haven’t had the chance to wear you earlier..” I propose; much earlier!” I add.

“Sorry, Mistress..” she responds; “I can’t do anything about that..” she adds; “but I can be as tight, supportive and squishy or firm as you need me to be!” she promises.

“”For now, Firm is the mode of my desire.” I explain; but I just may enjoy you squishy, at some point!” I conclude.

“Oh, yes..” Twilight sighs, in obvious delight; “This is life, never hungry in this position!” she concludes.

As she is enjoying a steady stream of my love, she manages to tighten up considerably.

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