Just one Lonely little Changeling: Loving Sister

by Kentavritsa

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Other, Changelings, Original Character, Equestria Girls, Science Fiction, Non-consensual, Random
Length: 7392

Queen Latexia abducts Zhiizoo’s younger sister Saqura, carrying her into Zhizoo’s room with the intent of introducing her to what the Hive has to offer. Covered in the Suit, she wakes up to experience being eten.

After Zhiizoo is soundly asleep, her companion Queen Latexia goes out of her room, in order to abduct Zhiizoo’s younger sister Saqura.

Once in the younger girl’s room, she quietly subdues the girl and have her walk back to the older sister’s room.

The next morning; Saqura finds herself in a comfortable bed, only to realize that she is being eaten. She just don’t know by whom, assuming it is her older sister.

How will Saqura react, as she wakes up? What is next? She still has no idea.

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Illustrated by: N/A

Written by: Kentavritsa

Edited by: Kentavritsa

Re-edited by: ???

Aproved: Automated

Rating: Mature

Status: Incomplete

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Published 2024-05-12 22:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-06-13 05:15:31 UTC

Prologue: 1

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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.

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Into the Fire

Into the Fire: 2

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”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.

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Conquest

Conquest: 3

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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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Shifting Perspective

Shifting Perspective: 4

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Just as Zhiizoo is slowing down, pulling away; I part my lips, coating the inside of Saqura’s mouth in the process. I feel her, almost bursting as it is.

I feel her warmth, as she is oozing with love; freely radiating it, as an offering to me.

She may be oblivious of it, at this point; taken with the orgasm claiming her, as she is.

With my legs still spread wide, in a split; I bend forwards, waiting for Zhiizoo to accept the invitation I am extending to her. Will she take it, accepting what I am offering her?

She is kneeling before me.

I can see her legs spread, her knees bent; in order for her to align, with what I had in mind.

Pinkie had clearly taken the hint, preparing Zhiizoo for what I have in mind, as she is growing a stiff rubbery protrusion between her legs.

Zhiizoo soon picks up on the seven inch long, two inch thick shaft.

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“Oh, oh..” I exclaim, as it is dawning upon me, what is happening.

My tights is growing a penis, for me. At first it is just stiff, but I can clearly see and feel it between my legs. She had prepared a new, very different experience for me.

Well, why not? Now I just hope she is tight enough, for me to enjoy her.

As I am moving closer to her, in order to accept the offer; I can see her hands move over from her hips to mine, slowly gripping me by my waist.

“Ooh!” I exclaim.

She is pulling me closer, to her, her face; guiding me towards her wide open mouth, her hot lips.

As she is getting close, she starts to close her mouth; finally kissing me on the head of my new penis. I feel hot, excited.

Now she is sliding her hands up the sides of my body, as she is pulling me closer still; pushing me inside her mouth.

She is tight, contracting further as she is pushing me inside. I feel the inside of her mouth, slowly tightening up around me, my penis.

“Ooh.. ooh.. ooh..” I exclaim; as she continues to contract tighter around me, as she is pushing me further and further inside.

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Just as my hands are sliding up to her armpits, I feel the tip of her penis touching my lips.

I move my hands down the sides of her body, continuing down to hover on her hips; gaining a comfortable grip, in order to guide her inside my mouth.

My lips part, just enough to permit the head of her penis inside; before I feel my hot lips and mouth contract around her. Tight. Tighter still, as I find my mouth contracting firmly.

As I pull her closer, she pushes her hips towards me in response; pushing the tip of her penis in, inside. I feel her penis slowly slide inside; as I continue to contract around her, tighter and tighter.

“Oh, oh, oh..” I reflexively mouth, my mouth filled with her penis; “she is big, really big…” I realize.

Without even realizing it, my mouth had grown wet and slippery; just as the tip of her penis slips in between my lips. I feel the slippery wetness, even through the rubber coating the inside of my mouth.

“Am I salivating?” I ponder; “Or, is this an effect of the suit covering my entire body?” I continue.

Just as the head of her penis had entered my throat, I feel her pulling back. (at first, I had not wanted it; delirious with excitement, as I am)

Only, she does not pull back, not really; as I feel the head sliding right back in, once it had slipped out of my throat. What? What is she doing?

Yet, I can’t quite help myself, in the state I had found myself.

With my orgasm still holding me, I am excited; pushed to go on, and on, and on.

Would I have enjoyed this, before? Probably not. Not even with the suit I am currently wearing.

Yet, right now; I am enjoying it, craving more.

Well, why not? I am enjoying it, right now.

Her head, the tip of her penis; sliding back and forth, just enough for her to pop into my mouth, and back into my throat.

I find myself tightening up, contracting; squeezing further and further, staying tight just to make it good for her after what she had just done for me. Yet, I find myself enjoying it, even more; getting excited and wet, in the process.

Should I enjoy it, why am I enjoying it; yet I had found myself far too excited to mind, only growing more excited in the process. Is the suit changing my experience, how I am reacting on what she is doing to me? Yet, I find myself growing excited by what I am exposed to.

From the instant the head of her penis entered my mouth, and the further she is slipping inside of me; the excitement is building up, towards the only possible conclusion.

Each time I feel her slipping over the threshold, into my throat, each and every time she slips back out; my contraction grows stronger, building up towards the inevitable orgasm.

I can no longer deny it, I can not scream. I just feel myself growing tighter around her, as she is pushing me towards the orgasm.

“Yes.. yes.. yes..” I scream inside my head; as the dam finally broke, and I am experiencing my first orgasm.

My first oral orgasm. It is a rush, even more intense, than my vaginal orgasm had been. Was that my first genuine orgasm? Maybe, just maybe; my next one will be even better, more intense.

She does not stop, pull back; she just continues maintaining the movement for a while longer.

When she finally does stop, I feel her quiver and throb; then she slows down and stop, ending with the squirt painting my inside with her thick juices.

She remains still, for a moment. Maybe as much as a minute, or two.

I do not mind, protest.

Just as I can not utter a word, or make a single sound. She remain inside me, filling my mouth to the brim. I feel her stretching me, as I remain tight and contracted

Whatever I want; but my body, my mouth still wants more.

It feels good, and I want this. What more is there, to it? I want it, because it feels good. She makes me feel good.

When she finally does slip out of me; I don’t feel used, empty. I just feel the tingling sensation of a warm feeling, I had never experienced before. I just can not for my life put a finger on what it is, or why it makes me feel so good. It simply does. Simply as that.

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I feel my hands slowly slide up her body; from the position on her hips and all the way up to the point under her armpits. It makes me feel comfortable, as I hold on to her.

Now I feel her hands sliding down my body; making a stop on my waist. From there, her hands move over my now quite plump rump; making a stop, before finally moving towards the final destination.

Where are her hands moving to? My rump? No. No, no, no.. nooo.

Still, it feels good; as I feel the tips of her fingers sliding inside, only to cause me to contract around the tips of her fingers. I feel good. Shouldn’t it?

As the tips of her fingers slip in, I realize that my rump starts to feel squishy and rubbery.

She slide the tip of her fingers over the rim; caressing me with her highly sensitive touch-Pads.

In and out, in and out, in and out; I feel the tips of her finger move continuously, over and over.

Soon, I find myself experience how I am contracting, tightening up as she continues.

Rubbery fingers, teasing and caressing me.

I hear my heart pounding, hard and fast; as I start to breathe hard, fast. Almost laboured, yet without the painful effort associated with it.

With each stroke of the tips of her fingers, I feel a growing warmth coming with an electric tingling sensation. She does it to me, again. She makes it feel so good, regardless of what I had been expecting or feeling about what she is doing. I still can not stop her, just as I can not do anything about how she makes me feel.

Slowly, she is pulling her hands apart, dilating me in the process; while she continues to caress me, as she is rubbing the rim of my orifice.

I find myself contracting, growing tighter and tighter. She is pushing me towards the orgasm, once more.

“Ooh.. ooh.. ooh…” I exclaim, quietly without any sound coming over my lips, even though my lips are spread wide in the form of a Capital Oh.

“Yes.. yes.. yes..” I mouth, my lips still stretching and stretched tantalizingly taught.

Minute, by minute passing in a forced bliss; I simply can not resist. I could not make myself, even if I had wanted to. She is in control; and I am enjoying every instant, of what she is giving to me.

“Did she plan this, all along..” I ponder; “for how long, had she been planning this?” I continue; but no answer, no response forthcoming.

Do I even need a response, and would I actually want to know? Probably not.

I have what I need, in the sensations elicited by the tips of her fingers; slowly sliding in and out of me, sliding over the rim of my orifice.

The only thing I can do, is squeak.

I love this, and she knows it. My body emanating all the love, she could possibly ask for.

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I guess you could say; she is opening me up, to new pleasures and possibilities. Just as she opened my mouth, before; just as she is breaking in my rump, to what she has in store for me.

I just could not have imagined, the situation I just woke up to; not in a million years, could I have dreamt this situation up.

I am still wide open, even if I am contracting as hard as she had made me to; yet I remain wide open, as she slips her fingers out of me.

“What will she do next?” I ponder; “What will she expose me to, this time?” I continue; still breathing hard and fast, awash in the afterglow of what she had just introduced me to.

“I need to slip these out of the way!!” Zhiizoo proclaims, indicating my arms.

The next moment, I feel her gripping the wrists of my right and left arm; before she folds my arms onto my back, pressing the palms of my hands firmly onto my shoulder-blades. In the process, I find my fingers spreading wide. As wide as I could have imagined, and then just a little bit further just for the fun of it.

“There, much better..” she declares; “just one more detail, to take care of!” she concludes.

I feel her grabbing my ankles, before she starts to fold my legs on the sides of my body; pressing the soles of my feet firmly onto my rump. My toes start to spread, the way my fingers had a mere moment before.

“Oh.. oh.. oooh!” I mouth.

“She really does have me now..” I ponder; "but what is she going to do now?” I inquire; though no sound is passing my lips, still.

“You need a tail, two inches thick..” she proclaims; “three foot long, would be just right!” she concludes.

While I can not see this, obviously; a glossy black and rubbery spot appears, at the edge of my tail-bone. Inch by inch, the tail grows; ending up three foot long, two inches thick. Just as expected; my tail is still glistering black rubber, as indicated in the initial state. Slippery smooth.

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I find myself on my back, folded up, as if I had been a doll for her to play with; which I guess you could say I am, right now.

She is bending over me, placing her lips on my right nipple; pushing further, as she is contracting her lips tightly. I feel her lips, encircling my nipple; both my nipples, as if there had been two of her.

Strangely, I find this pleasant to me. How? Why? I do not know; but it feels good, all the same.

She is licking the tip of my nipple, nipples; as she starts to suck, as if she had expected me to lactate.

Would I? Could I? Did I really want to? I have no idea, right now.

Yet, it feels good.

As my nipples are exposed to her attention, they swell and grow in size; growing sensitive in the process.

How long had her lips encircled my nipple, and how long had she been sucking? I can’t rightly say; on the account of the state I am in, right now.

“Let’s have some fun..” she suggests, just as she had let go of my nibble.

With that, I feel the tips of her fingers probing my swelling belly; until she is finding, what she had been looking for all along. The tips of her fingers slowly caressing my belly button, until she is pushing forwards; slipping her fingers into my belly button.

“Oh.. oh!” I yelp in surprise.

Still, no sound is coming over my lips.

I feel the tips of her fingers caressing what she is now claiming as my latest orifice; her touch-pads rubbing my now sensitive flesh for several minutes.

After a moment, I feel her fingers pushing to spread my belly button as it grows deeper.

Wait, what?

Under her fingers, my flesh is soft and highly elastic; even if it is hard to the touch, stiff and resisting her effort up to the point.

She continues to tease me, my belly in this manner; causing the development, as she goes.

Folded up, tightly; I can do nothing, for her to do with as she pleases.

Yet, I still find pleasure and comfort in her treatment.

Why did she do this, to me; or, is she doing it for me? Even if I never asked for it. Any of it.

She closes my eyes, and I find myself falling asleep. Losing consciousness, as it were.

My day is at an end.

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A New Perspective

A New Perspective: 5

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As I am waking up, I am lying in my own bed.

Had she carried me over, to my own room? To my own bed?

Well, who else could possibly have done it.

At least; I am in my own bed, in my own room. Everything is, where it is supposed to be. Where I had left them.

Apparently, I am wearing a very tight Latex Swim Suit. While tight, it still does feel good.

How long had it been; since she had her way, with me? I have no idea. I am still feeling the lingering residue, of what had transpired the other day. I will assume it was the other day, until I learn otherwise. No point, in worrying about this now. It happened. It is in the past.

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I have my arms, by my side; my legs resting, where they should be.

“Did she relinquish control, back to me?” I ponder, feeling each limb lying limp; yet responding, on my impulses as if nothing had happened.

Still; my breasts remains the A Cups she gave me, just as my Nibbles remains large and highly sensitive. But, why? Guess I had not been all that proud of my bust, after all. Even if my breasts may be a clear sign, of me being a Mature Woman.

“Maybe I could as well get out of bed, would be much easier to examine myself, and the state I am in!” I conclude.

With that, I fold the corner of my quilt up against the wall; before I am sliding my legs out from under the quilt, only to find myself sitting fairly comfortable in my own bed. I push myself forwards; only to find myself standing up on my own two feet, still soft.

“Thud!” is heard, as my feet are hitting the floor.

“No Squeak!” I realize.

“Oh, well..” I exclaim; “probably for the better!” I conclude.

As I am looking down; my legs and feet appear to be unchanged, even if my toes are longer and the nails changed shape and hue. She had bothered to paint my nails. Maybe my perspective had changed, but everything appears to be in order.

I am lifting up my right hand, before me; only to notice the Silicone White Suction cup and the bright Cerise Touch-Pads. As I turn my hand around, in order to see the other side; I notice how my nails are crystal clear: the tip is oval, while the other end is distinctly semi square. Should I complain? Well, why?

I lower my right hand, placing my hands on my hips; only to feel the smooth surface of the Latex the suit had been made out of, even if it technically is the Changeling in the guise of Rarity.

“On second thought; I think my belly feels a bit bigger, than it was the other day!” I ponder, as I realize it.

“Yes, I believe it is..” Rarity responds; “your sister loves this: pregnant look, for your belly!” she explains.

“Pregnant look?” I inquired, worried and somewhat scared.

“Don’t worry, Saqura; you are not going to give birth, as such!” she points out.

“Then my sister: Zhiizoo gave me an illusion of a pregnancy?” I inquire.

“I guess she prepared you to lay a Changeling Egg, at any time you choose..” Rarity explains.

“I can lay Changeling Eggs, now?” I inquire.

“Just one at the time, and probably just one Egg a Week!” she elaborates.

“What is a Changeling?” I inquire.

“I am..” Rarity puts forth; “just as Twilight Sparkle and Pinkie Pie!” she continues; “I am the white Swim Suit you are currently wearing!” she elaborates.

“Oh!!” I exclaim.

“I can change into suits, for you to wear..” Rarity explains; extending herself to cover my arms and legs with her Silicone White Latex; “like this..” she continues; “and I could change the colour, as well!” she explains, as the sleeves change into the same hue as my skin.

“Radical!” I whisper, as I return to explore my appearance.

“Thank you!” Rarity responds.

As I slide my right hand over my belly; I can feel the swelling of my belly, but then I also stumble across the changes my belly button had been subjected to.

“Could you fill up the cavity in my belly, so that one can’t see or feel the difference?” I inquire.

“Yes, Saqura..” Rarity confirms; “I hope this look will be more to your taste!” she concludes; as she is filling the orifice up with a Plug, making the original change.

“Much better!” I respond.

Rarity had plugged up the orifice, skill-fully masking its appearance.

“If you prefer, I can mask any and all Orifices of your choice in this manner; any time you so please, just ask me and I will fix it, for you!” Rarity proposes; “It is your prerogative, and I am only too eager to please!” she supplies.

“For as long as I am wearing you, Rarity..” I put forth; “you are prepared to plug any and all orifices, at any time?” I inquire.

“Yes; but of course, Darling!” Rarity responds.

“If you will adjust, or unplug the orifice..” I put forth; “I am curious to try this out for myself!” I concede.

“You either poke the plug, or mouth the word; I will make the required adjustment, any time you ask me!” Rarity promises.

Not a Pinkie Promise, by any means; but Rarity lives by her word, to the letter.

“Since we are alone..” I acknowledge; “I want to try the Anal Plug!” I point out.

“As you wish, your plug will fill you up!” Rarity pronounces.

The next moment, I feel the plug slipping in from behind; slowly filling me up, slowing down and stopping at just the right size.

“Oh.. oh..” this feels so good!” I respond.

“The warm plug is always good, and add just a hint of throbbing and you know you hit home!” Rarity ponders.

“While we are at it, and I am enjoying the Anal Plug so much..” I put forth; “would you mind, inserting the Vaginal Plug too?” I inquire.

“Yes, Saqura..” Rarity responds; “but of course, Darling!” she confirms.

The next moment, I can clearly feel the plug sliding inside me. The plug slowly slide in, filling me up just right. I feel the warm plug inside me; but for a moment, I imagine I feel Zhiizoo’s tongue lapping away at me and I find myself blushing.

“If you don’t mind, let’s have some fun..” Rarity suggests; “and I can give you a few tips and suggestions in how to point out adjustments to a plug!” she offers.

“Oh, okay..” I respond; “lead the way, Rarity!” I agree.

The next moment, I find myself moving back to my bed; laying down on the bed, resting comfortably on my back.

“Here goes..” she informs me; “just nod, when you are ready..” she explains; “and shake your head, if you want to abort the demonstration!” she concludes; “I can always show you later, if and when you are in the mood and have the time!” she clarifies.

With that, I am nodding my head; expressing that I am ready, for her to show me.

“Enter!” she implies, just before I feel the Oral Plug slipping in between my lips.

“Oh.. oh..” I exclaim, but she had already slipped the plug into my mouth.

“Tap the middle of the Plug with the index Finger of your right hand, to push it in further!” Rarity explains, as she is tapping the plug as she had expressed.

As she is tapping the plug, I feel the plug slipping in further into my mouth.

“Tap the middle of the Plug with the index Finger of your left hand, to push it in further!” Rarity explains, as she is tapping the plug as she had expressed.

As she is tapping the plug, I feel the plug slowly receding.

“Place the tip of the index finger of your right hand at the corner of your mouth!” Rarity explains; as she does, I can feel the corners of my mouth being pushed out by the plugs expansion.

“Place the tip of the index finger of your left hand at the corner of your mouth!” Rarity explains; as she does, I can feel the corners of my mouth being pulled closer as the plug shrinks in size.

“You could try to apply the tip of the index finger to the upper lip!” she explains, “or you could apply the tips of your index and long finger above and below the corner of your mouth, respectively..” she explains; “if you want the plug to fill up your mouth!” she elaborates.

“Rest assured; I will never apply enough pressure, to hurt you in any way!” she promises.

I tap the center of the plug, with the tip of the index finger of my right hand; feeling the plug slowly extending further into my mouth, and down my throat.

“Oh.. oh..” I exclaim, just as the tip of the plug enters my throat.

As the tip of the plug had slipped an inch down my throat, I make the plug fill up my mouth.

“If you don’t mind, Saqura; I think this would be as good a time as any, to conclude the demonstration!” Rarity suggests, as she is withdrawing the plug from my mouth.

“Okay, Rarity..” I respond, nodding; “I guess this would be as good a time as any!” I agree.

Rarity’s timely demonstration had distracted me from my exploration. She had also distracted me, from what she was doing; as she was extending her reach all the way up to my shin. Not that I mind it, but still.

Before I am turning to my wardrobe; I tap my inserted plugs: in my belly button, in my vagina and finally in my anus. Wait, why did I do that? Still, I had done it

I feel the plugs extend further and further inside, maybe an inch with each tap. It just feels so good, as the warm plug slides further inside me. It makes me feel warm inside, just a little bit hot.

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