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Just one Lonely little Changeling: Convention Love
Shifting Perspective: 2 (A Dream, Remembered.)
Shifting Perspective: 2 (A Dream, Remembered.)
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Into the Fire
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”My Queen..” I intone, reverently; “You have a Mission for me?” I inquire, with a slight hint of a quiver of fear to my voice.
“Yes, Anna!” she points out; “I do have a mission for you, one I believe you should be qualified to perform!” she supplies.
“It will be done..” I proclaim; “I will carry out your will!” I conclude.
“I need you to infiltrate the Castle of Friendship in Ponyville, belonging to Twilight Sparkle!” she explains.
“Yes, my Queen!” I confirm.
“I need you to find what secrets lie hidden in her Castle..” she instructs me; “Search high and low, leave no stone unturned; find everything, before you return to the Hive and report your findings!” she explains.
“Yes, my Queen..” I respond; “your will be done!” I confirm.
“Tell no one..” she demands; “her Castle is easy to find, just follow the radiance of the Crystal Spire!” she points out.
“Next to the forest of Everfree, I will find Ponyville and the Castle of Friendship!” I declare.
“Now, make haste..” she urges; "begone, until you have the secrets I desire!” she concludes, making it utterly clear I am to leave.
On her Command; I scurry out of her presence, making haste to leave the Hive in quiet solitude. I stay low, out of site.
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Finding Ponyville had proving exceedingly easy, next to the forest of Everfree; just as she had told me. What had I been expecting? The forest of Everfree stands out, like a sore hoof, after all.
Finding the Castle of Friendship, at the outskirts of the village of Ponyville, had been just as easy. This isn’t due to the quality of the instructions she had given me, or the preciseness of her descriptions; there simply is no way of mistaking the forest of Everfree, the village of Ponyville or the Castle of Friendship. These are natural landmarks, as recognizable as the capital itself, at the peak of the mountain of Canter Horn.
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I had ended up, landing near the outskirts of the village, slowly trotting up to the monumental Crystalline Castle of Friendship. It had been a challenge, in a very different way; I could not be seen, or leave a sign of my presence. All per the instructions I had been given, and she had been exceedingly clear on this part. Whatever her reasons and reasoning, I had not asked her, for clarification.
I had simply taken the one instruction to heart, I made myself scares and left first chance I had been given.
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In the end, I trot up to the Castle. I stop, a few times; making sure I have my bearings, keeping out of the light without making myself conspicuous.
The castle is abandoned, or so it would appear.
I almost got lost, several times. I believe, I may even have gotten lost, once or twice. The castle is huge, inside; but this is not a changeling Hive, but a Pony Castle. Cold floors, and long halls like you could not believe.
And here I had thought, Changeling Hives were hard to navigate; obviously, I had been mistaken.
In this castle, one could be lost for days; none ever finding you, whatever you did in order to be found and escape.
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I inevitably did find the Throne Room, what had I been expecting. The Throne Room had wanted to be found, and guided me there with less than subtle means. Or, so it would seem to me.
Once I reach the Throne Room, I open the door and step in.
Only to find some Pony sitting in the throne. It isn’t Twilight Sparkle; even if I could have sworn it was her, if not for the one detail. She is translucent, even though I can clearly see her. She feels like a Spirit, a Ghost.
She is looking at me, as I step in; smiling at me, as if I had been a dear invited friend. Was I?
I am stunned, shocked and surprised. How else could I have reacted? I am baffled, lost for words.
“Greetings, dear Anna!” she exclaims, as she lays eyes upon me.
“Greetings..” I respond, no name or identity to tie to my greetings; yet, I had to greet her in the spirit she had just greeted me.
“I am the Spirit of Harmony..” she explains; “but alas, just call me Twilight!” she supplies; “It will make it all so much easier; I hate the stuffy formalities just as much as Princess Twilight Sparkle herself, too!” she concludes.
“Twilight?” I inquire.
“I could just as well reveal myself, to you at this point..” she points out; “it isn’t, as if you will be around to spill my beans!” she explains.
“Then you will spill my beans?” I inquire; “have me disappear, or die?” I surmise.
“Your mission has just become extended..” she explains; “but you will not be required to report to me, or your former Queen!” she explains.
“What?” I exclaim.
“I don’t need the information; you may come across, where you are about to end up..” she points out; “I care for but the one thing..” she supplies; “Harmony!” she pushes forth.
“So, I will be bringing Harmony; to where I will be ending up?” I inquire; “Or, is my disappearance bringing Harmony to the Ponies, or my (former ) Hive?” I conclude.
“You found the secret..” she supplies; “and you will be genuinely loved, where you are going..” she explains; “as opposed, to where you were just departing from!” she concludes.
First now: I notice, realize; the room is growing brighter, as the radiance of the magic emanating from the table in the middle of the room. Soon; everything is blinding, glowing so bright it is hurting my eyes.
Everything is blinding white. The light is overwhelming. Everything is a bright purple, the colour of the Pony I had come to investigate.
The irony, of it all.
It’s stunning. Sickening.
The room is fading away, fading into nothing. I am being fazed out.
As the light is fading, I soon realize; I am no longer in the Castle. I am no longer in Ponyville.
I am in a for me, very unfamiliar location. (In the bed, belonging to a girl.. {A Human })
I panic, frantically scanning the room for a shape I can claim as my disguise.
The form, guise I claim for my own; the full-body Latex Cat-Suit, she is loving so highly.
The irony. It is staggering. My mind is reeling. Yet, there is no escape
I am a full-body Latex Cat-suit, resting on her bed. Where my head should have been, is comfortably resting on her pillow.
The next moment, she is stepping into the room; my fate is sealed, I can no longer escape.
Escape? Why would I want to escape? She is feeding me all the Love my form could possibly absorb. I can’t even prevent the Love from flooding me, as much as I may have wanted to.
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A New Day
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Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..
Just one Lonely little Changeling: Convention Love
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Prologue
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. Prologue
As I gaze into her eyes, the sparse light is reflecting on the surface of her eyes.
The moment only lasts so long.
I feel her warm hands sliding over the smooth surface of the suit she had given me as she is pulling herself up towards me; facing me with a warm smile.
Now she is leaning forwards, pressing her lips onto mine in a gentle and loving kiss.
I feel her warm, wet lips parting; the tip of her tongue playing, caressing my parting lips for a moment of bliss.
I wake up, with a gasp.
The suit had spread further up, now covering my entire face with her light pink complexion. (No sign of the former black surface, hinting towards her nature as a former Changeling. )
My lips, tingling with the sensation she had stirred within me; in the dream I had been exposed to, as she is affecting me in our shared sleep and dreams. (An image of possibilities and options presented to me, still lingering in my mind. )
The dream refuses to leave my mind completely, leaving an impression on my mind; changing my personality, in the process of forming a memory I will be carrying with me for time to come. (Just how long, will I still be able to recall this as an actual event I had experienced? )
I recall polishing her up, even as she was covering my body; coating my skin with the delicious sensation afforded only by the Highest Quality of genuine Latex. No mere Leather, or cheap Rubber could compare; there is no comparing this suit, with what I could have bought in the corner shop in the neighbourhood. (Even if I was living in a city, where such a store could have been found. )
She had revealed her past, explaining where she came from; little by little, mostly in these fragmented dreams I had been exposed to, during the dead of night. I do not regret it, I have no regrets; I love her, as the Suit she had presented herself as. The love is by no means diminished, by her revelation; when she explained her situation to me. (She had given herself to me, unconditionally; the promise is still holding and I love her for it, almost in the same manner you may have expected your love to a boy my own age! )
She isn’t a boy, male; she had explained it all to me, in great detail and I had listened to her retelling of the event. Maybe the fact, that she never is hungry is playing into her loyalty; I supply her with all she needs, in the same manner her former Queen had been supposed to do. I am performing my duty, thus I had become the acting Queen in her Hive. (It’s a perfect deal; both going out richer in the process; gaining something very dear and special, only by full-filling the deal. )
What she is offering me, is so much more than a mere Latex Suit in my collection; what I am offering her, is a life to enjoy, a life she could never have had where she came from. She is giving up nothing, as my Latex suit.
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“Good morning! ” I hear her intone in my conscious mind.
“Good morning! ” I respond, in kind; knowing she is hearing me, appreciating my response.
“Another delightful day, I think! ” she proposes.
“Yes.. ” I respond; “another delightful day! ” I confirm; thinking back at my time with the Suit who had presented to me, just a few days back.
Back then, she had been a full-body Latex Cat-Suit all black, just the way her Changeling reflexes had demanded out of her. Black Latex is still a Classic, for a Suit you may wear; she being black, did by no means reveal her nature outright. That had come later; when she had chosen to out herself to me, coming out of the closet as one may say. Emboldened by the steady supply of High Quality Love had tied her to me in a manner of speaking. Though it’s an unknown chemical in the Latex Polish; physically bonding her to me, in an undeniably real way as well. (Could I slip out of her, could she slip off of me; I have no idea, but it’s not on the top of my mind. )
I am alone with her, at all times; even if none will ever know, unless I let on and tell them. I don’t. Well, I have told my sister and she swore to take my secret to her grave. (A Pinkie Promise, as it were! ) I trust her, with this secret; just as she is trusting me, with her secrets. Well, why shouldn’t we?
It isn’t, as if I am regretting to have her as my skin. Why? I enjoy her, as my skin. I can enjoy the smooth sensation of Latex, covering my skin at will; while I can mask the fact, for anyone who is not initiated. Anyone, whom I had not previously told about my love for Latex and wearing a Latex Suit. (You do realize, I have not just told everyone about this.. for most obvious reasons, I am not about to let on: here and now! )
“Anna? ” I prompt, after a moment of contemplation.
“Yes, Zhiizoo.. ” she responds; “Could you try to replicate my ability: to change into a form other than my own, just to see if you can! ” she proposes, eager to see if her Queen actually can.
“Sure, why not! ” I respond; “What could I possibly turn myself into, on my first attempt ?” I ponder, snickering to myself.
I had given her my Human form, as a Girl; she could have given me her ability to Transform, like any Changeling. Couldn’t she? Why not? I have no idea, but as she had suggested it; I just could not get the idea out of my head, I just had to know.
Why had I chosen to call her “Anna”; after the snake “Anna Conda” who hugs her prey in a tight embrace, or after the character “Anna Sheridan” as the Wife of the commander of that Space Station. (Babylon 5) Both are quite enticing reasons, but is it the full truth? I have no idea. (Well, at least I had not named her Lucifer or Lucia! )
After a moment of consideration, an image comes to mind; Twilight sparkle, a Purple (Lavender) Unicorn turned Alicorn. (The owner of the Castle, from which my Anna had been sent to me with all the Love I could handle. )
The next instant, I am momentarily engulfed in the green Changeling Flame; before I once more stand on the floor of my room, only in the form of the Purple Unicorn in the place where I had just stood an instant prior.
“Oh.. Oh.. Ow! ” I exclaim; “It worked, didn’t it? ” I inquire.
Only; in place of what should have been her fur, I have my glossy latex coating me like a leather hide. (I even have her horn and Cutie Mark. )
“Whoa!! ” Anna exclaims, “You even speak in her voice! ” she confirms.
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Shifting Perspective
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Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..
Author's Note
If there is an issue with the Title of this Chapter, I can always reissue the chpter under a more fitting name.
Just one Lonely little Changeling: Convention Love
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Shifting Perspective
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“Whoa!!” Anna exclaims, “You even speak in her voice!” she confirms.
“Yes, but of course; my dear Anna..” I respond; ”as long as I am in Twilight’s guise, I will be speaking in her voice; (even if I am not forced to use her vocabulary; that would have been a painful experience ) I am after all using her likeness, so my natural voice is that of Twilight Sparkle, unless I try to fake it!” I conclude.
“Yes..” she exclaims; “you do master the art of Changeling Transformation!” she concludes.
“That does make perfect sense, Zhiizoo; when you say it, that is correct!” she confirms.
“Somehow, this does give me inspiration; for when I do attend a Con..” I put forth (Con, as in Convention ); “but my next con, I had intended to attend to, is the most local Latex Con I could possibly slip into!” I explain.
“You had planned, to attend a Latex Convention?” she inquires; “Would this make me into your: Mane Attraction?” she inquires.
“I have a free, lifelong supply of all the Latex Suits I can wear..” I suggest; “I already maintain my suit, with all the love her form could possibly handle!” I suggest.
I can be any and All Latex suits you could possibly dream of..” she supplies; “for as long as I am well fed; everything will be smooth as latex for you!” she concludes.
“On second thought; I should be attending other Cons, where I could enjoy your gift to the fullest!” I point out.
“If there is a con, where I can be of service to you; or, where I can be loved in turn, I guess I am your skin!” she suggests.
“I probably should be attending a few of these cons, enjoying what you have imparted me with; in ways I could never have enjoyed it, and none other could even compare to what you have already given me!” I propose.
“You could be the Hero of the con, or the Villain; all depending on your mood, and what you want to explore at the time!” she agrees.
“There is one of these Sci-Fi (Star Trek ) Cons I could be going to, within reasonable distance!” I suggest. Unless I am trusting in my Latex suit, I would have to buy or craft a unique, genuine suit for myself. Even if someone may comment on my fabric of choice, if I wear my Latex Suit, I could have a Uniform for any and every possible opportunity, (at no extra cost, that is ).
If I had not been an avid Trecker, or Con attendee; but this is a unique opportunity, I could enjoy thoroughly. Or, so I would imagine; until proven wrong, at the very least.
On the account on my Suit, I had named: Anna; I have a free suit I can wear to any and every con I choose to attend.
I could use some freshing up, on the respective scene of the Con in question; then I would become the bell(e ) of the ball, as it were. If I choose to become an Elf, a Vulcan or a Shadow; I would be the perfect Actress, of the Character of my choice.
Technically, I could choose a male Character at will; but I doubt I would be comfortable, or convincing enough in my acting as a male character.
Why take the Chance, or Risk; when I really don’t have to? I have no idea.
On second thought; this would open up an entirely new Avenue of Job opportunities, as an Actress. Just imagine; an Actress, who needs little to no Props and Make-Up; in order to become the Character, you require for the shot. (Not sure, if this is the Job for me; but it would pay me, well enough. )
For now; I am focusing on my Conventions, I may enjoy attending.
All depending on the Cons I attend, I can consider making this a Job, when I get there.
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I had searched for images and short stories on the net; browsing for inspiration, aside from the information required in order to play these parts.
Stories, and images; I had found aplenty, most even feeling reasonably appropriate. I have enough material, available to me; for me to craft a menagerie of characters I could play on the next con, convincingly. Or, so I am telling myself.
Just that I will be most comfortable, at the Latex con; which I had planned to visit, on the next opportunity.
If I am playing my cards right, I will be very popular on the cons I attend, maybe even enough to be paid to go.
Trekking the Star Trek Cons could always be a treat.
The only real problem, I can see on the horizon; is if I am required to show an ID, to prove my age. I have no intent, to acquire a fake, forged ID; just to enter the next con, regardless of the risk and consequences of the act. They either accept me as is, or I am not interested.
All I am interested in, is to see and meet like-minded individuals; wearing and showing off my latest suit I am wearing, enjoying the company of friends and enjoy the theme of the show.
The only reason for an ID, is to identify me as who I am.
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While I have not acquired photos of all that many of my suits, but as long as I have them in my wardrobe; what’s the point, when I can see them as I please at any time?
Maybe, just maybe; I could (should ) have these photos, as a portfolio (of course ). (Even if I don’t need them, for personal reasons. ) I could still have use for them, as a means to showcase my work(s ) and versatility. (Both for professional work { opportunities} and other purposes. )
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Before (I met) Anna, there had been no point. I could not use these (old) suits for anything; beyond my personal pleasure, even if going to cons still had been an option.
Ordering Latex suits (ensembles ) for this purpose, would simply have been far too expensive. (Exorbitantly prohibitive, to be sure. )
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With Ana (by my side ), I may actually be able to have the suit required; for anything, and everything I could possibly dream up. (Only my imagination; limiting what I could be, {and do. })
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With that, I had initiated the portfolio. (Purchasing the Laptop as well as a physical folder in order to hold the portfolio I can showcase at will. )
I even made the effort, of decorating a wardrobe for this purpose. Thus enabling me to shoot the images of me, myself wearing the suits. Aside from acquiring the rig, required; in order to shoot the suit itself, lying on my bed.>
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A New Day
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Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..
Author's Note
Sorry, it has taken me this long to publish the next chapter; but I will be publishing a new chapter, at some point. (I just hope, you are willing to wait for it, as long as it takes to make it worth publishing!)