Just one Lonely little Changeling: Loving Sister

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Zhiizoo had just fallen asleep, and I am hit with inspiration.

It isn’t that she had instructed me, or even suggested that she had wanted this; but I feel an urge to pull her in, from her bed room.

“Twilight, you are to be her top, tonight; just that you need to cover her hands and fingers, too!” I instruct my subject known as Twilight Sparkle.

“Pinkie, you will be her tights, tonight!” I point out; “I need the two of you, to slip onto her, from the moment I slip out of bed!” I explain.

“Of course!” Twilight responds, with Pinkie echoing the response half an instant later.

With that, I slowly slide off of Zhiizoo’s body; only for Twilight and Pinkie to take my place, as well as their limited forms are permitting them to.

I continue along the floor, under the door to Zhiizoo’s door; further along the hall, and finally in under the door to her sister’s room. I continue over the floor and up onto her bed; before I start to envelop her entire body, thus gaining control of her.

.While her sister: Saqura remains asleep, I fold the corner of the quilt up against the wall; before I slide my feet out from under the quilt, only to find myself sitting up on the top of her bed.

“Why do I find this so exciting, exhilarating?” I ponder; as I am pushing myself off of the bed, only to find myself standing on my very own two feet.

There is a thud, as my feet are hitting the floor.

A soft pitter-patter of my feet is all that could be heard, as I walk over to the door to the room.

I open the door and step out of the room, close the door behind myself; before I walk back to Zhiizoo’s door and open it, before I am stepping into the room.

I find a conveniently placed second bed, as I am looking into the room; knowing Rarity had taken this form, as she was not required in her Swim-Suit form.

As I walk over to the new bed, I fold the corner of the quilt up against the wall; before I am sitting down and slide my feet in under the quilt, lying down comfortably.

“What if I had ended up in Saqura’s room, instead of Zhiizoo’s?” I ponder, now reflecting on what my life could have been like.

If the original idea had been correct, I had ended up in Zhiizoo’s room; because it had been the best fit, not just for me in person; but where I would have fared best, as a Changeling too. There is no way to prove the theory, when the data available is insufficient.

Her sister is not exactly identical, but close enough for my original form to fit her comfortably.

I still tighten up and contract around her, for her to enjoy the tightness Zhiizoo has been enjoying this far. I had simply assumed she really would enjoy this, but I will learn if I had been correct soon enough. I will just have to wait and see when she is waking up.

I choose to give her a firm A Cup, in bust size; largely because Zhiizoo had expressed the most comfort, with this size.

For now, I am maintaining a rigid form, containing the girl where she is; denying her the chance to leave the bed, and walk out of the room.

Step-by-step, I make adjustment after adjustment; building Saqura up to what I picture being her ideal form. Well, why not? I guess this simply is in my nature, as the Changeling I am.

In the process, I find myself enjoying this much more than I could have anticipated.

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“Uhm, where am I?” I ponder, as I am waking up in a bed not my own.

The room is dark, pitch black; I can’t seem to open my eyes, for some reason.

“Where am I?” I try to say, but my lips refuses to part even the slightest. (of course, there is no response)

“Wait, what?" I ponder; “Why is it so tight?” I continue.

As tight as it is, I realize I am feeling something, down there; a tongue is slowly lapping at me, on my mound and orchid to be more precise. I soon find this surprisingly enjoyable.

The room is quiet, eerily quiet; but the new sensation is calming me down, for some reason.

It is almost like one of these strange dreams, but vision replaced with delicate sensations instead.

Isn’t that how you determine if you are dreaming, or awake; by pinching your arm, in order to see how it feels? Well, I distinctly feel the tongue licking my orchid. I should be awake, shouldn’t I? Yet, I can’t move or see anything.

While her tongue is wet, deliciously slippery and wet; it feels as if I had been smooth, like one of my sister Zhiizoo’s Latex Suits.

“Is this why she enjoys wearing these suits?” I ponder, still no answer or response forthcoming.

Had she licked me, before; I could have known if it is her, if she is the one licking me. Couldn’t I?

Over time, I still find myself growing excited, wet. I enjoy the sensations I am being offered.

Why shouldn’t I? It feels so good.

She is slow, gentle; and caring. She wants me to enjoy, what she is doing for me.

I feel a blush coming on, just as I feel her bare hands sliding in between my legs, sliding further under my rump. I find my cheeks growing hot, hotter; as her hands slowly move further and further in under me, slowly stopping to hold my waist.

I imagine my face, bright red like a beet by now. Yet, I am still growing hotter. Still, I find myself enjoying it.

While she had not asked me; but I find myself enjoying it, all the same. She is not rough, hard; but soft, gentle. As if she genuinely wanted me to feel good, enjoy it.

As her hands slowly press in on my waist; I find my legs spreading wider and wider, while I have no control over it.

She is in full control, as her smooth hands hold me in a gentle yet firm grip.

“Wait, what?” I ponder; “Did I feel touch-pads at the tip of each of her fingers?” I question; not sure what to make out of the impressions, I am picking up.

While I had known, she loves her Latex Suits; but I had thought that was just how far it went, for her. Maybe, just maybe; I had been wrong, and there was more to her desires for these suits. Apparently.

“So long as she does not have claws!” I ponder.

A moment later, I find myself growing tighter, tighter, and tighter still. Is this the precursor of my first contraction? As in, an orgasm. Whoah!

The sensation is lingering, as I feel the sensations slowly grow stronger. Stronger. And stronger, still.

I feel warm, excited.

“Should I ask her, for more?” I ponder; knowing I can’t even part my lips, as it is.

“Eeep.!!” I quietly exclaim, inwardly; between tightly pressed and sealed lips.

Nothing could be heard, by anyone but me.

“No, definitely no claws!” I realize; “These are long nails; oval shaped, as it were!” I ponder.

Well, maybe not quite that long; but still much longer than I am used to, and longer than I had ever seen hers being. (Long nails, had never been my thing; but I am a bit too young for that, in the first place.)

In the state I am in now, I am strangely comfortable with these revelations. The hard, smooth rubbery fingers, the delicate touch-pads and these long nails just click for me. Why complain, when it feels so good? I just want her to go on, continue.

She is teasing me, on purpose; yet I still want more, I want it all. I want the full experience, and everything that comes with it.

Everything that comes with it, now; is the girl wearing these tight and smooth rubber gloves. Gloves still permitting the long nails and touch-pads to be felt through. The scene she had built up for me, for my benefit; makes me desire what she has to offer, even to the point where I want it exactly as she is giving it to me now. Could I still enjoy this, if she did not wear these highly unusual gloves next time?

I do not know. I do not care. Wrapped up, in the experience.

After a moment; I start to feel myself shudder, as the first orgasm is overtaking me.

It is hard, fast and incredibly intense. I could never have imagined this, before. Yet, here I am.

“Could I have another?” I ponder, just because I really don’t want to give it up.

She does not stop. She continues.

I am still tight, feeling the contraction building up, taking hold of me.

I gasp; as the orgasm hits me, with each contraction. Harder, faster; with each consecutive contraction, I am experiencing.

She continues, persists; as if she had not noticed, or just wanted this moment to last.

Could you blame me; for wanting what I am given, as it feels so good?

“Yes.. Yes.. Yes..” I sigh, inwardly.

Now I am feeling my hands sliding along my thighs, up towards my waist; my fingers slowly taking a hold, revealing what she had done to my hands. First now; I feel the touch-pads on the tip of each finger, undeniably there and delicately sensitive. She had given me nails, just like hers; long and oval, as well. (this is something I will just have to get used to, even if it feels like a struggle) Yet, there is one more secret, she has not yet revealed to me; something yet withheld from me, left as a conscious reveal for later. (How much later?)

Her tongue, still warm; caressing the sensitive flesh that is my orchid, just skirting around and barely dipping inside.

Do I want her to enter me? Not sure, I just can not make up my mind.

My lacking experience, permitting me to ride the never-ending wave of her attention.

I can but permit her to continue, permitting me to experience this unbiased.

The room remains quiet. I can make no sound, as my lips are sealed. She is muted, with the tip of her tongue constantly caressing and teasing me.

How much longer could I persist, take it? How much longer can she continue? How much longer, is she prepared to draw this out?

I do not know, but my face is still red, hot.

Only now; I feel my lips growing warmer, hot. A distraction. My lips part, and the suit is coating my mouth in the process. I slowly feel the vague sensation of the latex flowing into my mouth; coating me inside my mouth, and beyond.

But, why?

It is hot, exciting me all the same. Now, I want this, whatever she is having in store for me, all the same.

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