Twin Rarity's: Captive's Introduction

Flashback: 2

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I had entered the bar, ordering a drink a few minutes back; nursing my drink of choice, in comfortable solitude. (This is my favourite bar, I rarely frequent any other bars these days.)

The atmosphere is just right for me; I can nurse my drinks in quiet solitude, without a worry in the world. (Just enjoying the moment, permitting the alcohol blur the past out; as I slowly take a sip, contemplating the moment.) Maybe this is not the cultural norm; where you are expected to hold a rowdy crowd egging you on in your drinking. Pretending you enjoy the alcohol, when you really don’t; until you have fooled, (.. and taught yourself it is actually enjoyable, when it really isn’t!).

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I am sitting in the corner, by a table for two. (Why do I need a larger table, when I want to be left alone?) While I could have chosen one of the stools, by the bar; but that is the worst place for me. It isn’t in how I dislike (or distrust) the bar-tender. I actually like the bar-tender, and trust her. (If I had not liked the bar-tender, and trusted her; I would never have entered the bar, in the first place.)

I had chosen the quietest corner, in the bar; in comfortable solitude. (This is my favourite bar, I rarely frequent any other bars these days.)

I just.. uhm.. enjoy this spot; I can’t quite put a finger on exactly why. I just enjoy the spot. (Simple as that, as they say!)

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I sit, with my drink in hand, eyes half closed; just nursing my drink (back to health), relaxing as I am minding my own business. (Nursing the drink, of course.)

Maybe I should have been more observant? But alas, if I had been; it would have been defeating the point, of going out in the first place.

Is this the first, second or third drink? Doesn’t really matter. (This just isn’t my day, as it is turning out; who would have thought, certainly not I.)

Someone is slipping a small bag of powder into the drink, I am holding in my right hand.

I take a sip, and the taste is a bit off; so I am prepared to order a fresh, new drink.

“Drink up, you need it!” I hear a voice from behind me pronouncing. (There is nothing special to the voice; though it is soft spoken, almost caring.)

As I hear the voice, speaking; I find myself taking a sip, before I have the time to stop myself. (I knew, I should have; but after I had been told to drink up, my hand just does as it had been told.)

“Good girl..” the voice whispers, “just another sip!” she suggests.

Without a word, or a thought; I take another sip, just as I am told.

With every sip of the drink, its content is taking over me more and more; when I am emptying the glass, it is too late. I can no longer resist the suggestions pronounced by the girl who was sitting behind me. (and probably not by anyone else, for that matter)

I sit quietly, for a moment. Without a word, I am quiet. Without a suggestion, I do nothing.

“Another drink, please!” I finally exclaim.

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I had had the final drink, I had ordered; raising to my feet, as I once more hear the voice.

“Time to go, just walk by the bar and pay your tab..” the voice suggests.

I follow the suggestion, naturally; as if the voice had been my own thought, and I had had enough for the night.

“Go to room: 302..” the voice is suggesting, as I and leaving the bar behind.

With that, I am making my way to room: 302, without a thought. (Well; it is easy, to walk to room: 302, so there is no need to think. Is there?)

Room: 302 is just a randomly chosen room, there is nothing special about it. They will be selecting another room, next time; just that I don’t know this, as if it would have made a difference?

The door to room: 302 slides up before me, just as I am arriving. I step in, interpreting the suggestion in this manner. (Would it have made any difference; how I am interpreting the suggestion, in the first place?)

The door quietly slides shut behind me. (I am not alone!)

“Follow me!” the voice suggest and I am following her.

I am stepping into the living room, feeling almost as if it had been my home; there is nothing sticking out, so I don’t react. She is taking me to the bed room, and I follow her to the wardrobe.

I can see her opening the doors to the second wardrobe. (The wardrobe on the right is containing the nighttime wears, a pajamas.)

“Time to slip out of your clothes!” she is suggesting. (Knowing full-well, that I am perfectly incapable of resisting her suggestions; under the influence of the drug I had unwittingly ingested, with my drink.)

I find myself, slipping my skirt of; slipping it onto the floor of the wardrobe, without a care in the world. (I had accepted the suggestion, to drop these clothes.)

Next, I am slipping my blouse, top and panties of; depositing them onto the pile, on the bottom of the open wardrobe before me. (As if it had been, what I had intended to do.. well, why not?)

A pair of high heels and socks soon ends up, onto the top of the pile; (for the room service to deal with (and dispose of), at their earliest convenient opportunity.) With that, I am naked, as if I had been alone; even if I know, the girl is standing a few feet behind me. (She is observing me, with invested interest.)

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She had closed the doors to the wardrobe.

I had turned around, walking over to the bed; standing by the night stand.

“Pick up the glass of water and take a small sip, then you pick up the white pill and slip it into your mouth; before you swallow it, with a large sip of water..” she suggests; “then drink the rest of the water!” she concludes.

I pick up the glass in my right hand, taking a small sip of the water; before I pick up the white pill on the night stand and slip it into my mouth, swallowing it with a large sip of water. I stand still, swallowing, before I am drinking the rest of the water the glass was containing. Of course; now the glass is empty, as I had swallowed the last of the water it had been containing.

“There, good Girl!” she compliments me, as I had just swallowed the pill and drunk the water.

“Just leave the glass, where you found it..” she is suggesting; before she is opening the door, to the living room.

“This is so much fun..” the girl ponders; “and almost too easy..” she continues; “but also very entertaining and rewarding!” she concludes.

I am following her into the living room, only stopping by the LED screen on the wall before me.

“Perfect..” the girl pronounces.

“Put this on your right index-finger, before you insert it into your anus!” she is suggesting, (as if it had been the most natural thing in the world).

I am accepting the silicone-white silicone Character-Tube she is offering me; slipping the tube onto my extended index-finger, before I insert the tube into my anus. (Well, she had told me to; so it is natural, for me to do as she had instructed me.)

She is observing me, from behind; as I am inserting the tube, as she had suggested.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we..” she utters; “insert this into your anus, as I am watching!” she suggests, as she is presenting me with a purposefully sized mate white smooth plastic tube.

While I do look at the item she is proffering for a moment; but then I still do insert it, as she had suggested. I feel the hard plastic slipping in, into my anus from behind, reaching about a third of an inch in. It still stays firmly in place for the duration.

Just as I had inserted the plastic tube, I feel a cold, slippery and wet finger entering through the inserted tube. She is carefully caressing the Character-Tube from the edge of the inserted plastic and all the way beyond the silicone-white silicone-tube.

I stay still, almost as if I had never felt her touching me in the first place.

“There..” she exclaims, before she is extracting the plastic tube; “Feels good?” she is inquiring.

“Yes.” I respond.

I can sense the Character-Tube progressing further and further inside, just as I can feel the silicone-white silicone spreading outwards. (It’s a strange, unfamiliar sensation; I had never experienced anything quite like this, but I guess this should have been expected!)

As the tube is spreading, my body is slowly taking the form of the character: Rarity.

Only in this state, I don’t react; even if I am quite acutely aware, of what is happening. (Even if I neither know what is happening to me, nor understand what is happening right now.)

Slowly, the transformation is progressing; turning me into the Rarity, she had instructed me to become. (Even if she had never used these words, but merely presented me with the tube I had just inserted.)

The most obvious, is the smooth silicone white skin; but I find myself taking on the beautiful visage of Rarity in the flesh. (Nothing I could do, about it now; she had applied the care-oil onto the tube responsible for the transformation, in the first place.)

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“We could have done this, in your sleep; but it is more fun to have you doing it to yourself, as you will not remember what happened to her, by tomorrow!” she is informing me.

“Remember who?” I inquire, while my confusion is becoming evident on my facial expression.

“Oh, yes; but of course..” she exclaims; “that’s the point; you don’t know the girl and now you never will!” she suggests.

“Oh, okay..” I respond.

“Your name is Rarity Philligree..” she is reminding herself, as she is informing me of who I am..

“Then, I will not worry about her..” I respond, smiling.

“Exactly!” she is pronouncing.

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“Time to introduce you, to your wardrobe..” she suggests.

“Oh, okay!” I respond, as I am following her back to my wardrobe.

As she had opened the doors to my nighttime wardrobe, she is extracting a pair of matching silicone-white silicone panties.

“You love wearing these..” she suggests; “and you can’t stand it, without these plugs inside!” she is concluding.

I am eagerly accepting the proffered panties, as she is handing them over to me. I eagerly step into the panties, right and left; pulling them all the way up, greeted by the sensation of the plugs introducing themselves in the process.

“Oh, oh.. Oh!” I exclaim; “Delicious..” I continue, as I am experiencing the plugs slipping into my vaginal and anal orifice in the process; “delicious!” I conclude.

As the plugs are slipping in, I find myself contracting; sensing both the slippery plugs and the wet lubrication, in the process. (The further these plugs slip in, the tighter I find myself; just as the contraction is growing stronger and more pronounced, in the process.)

In the end, the plugs plop and firmly rivet themselves into me.

I am affording the panties a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; once I had pulled them all the way up.

“I do enjoy, how tight these plugs make me feel while inside!” I proclaim.

“Excellent.. Excellent!” she ponders; “Exactly..” she pronounces; “and this effect is accumulative; so it will just grow more pronounced, over time..” she is informing me.

“Oh, oh..” I mouth; "delicious!” I conclude.

“Lift up your right hand, then extend your index-finger..” she suggests; “now press the tip of the finger onto the top of your mound!” she is suggesting.

“Oh, okay!” I mouth, as I follow her suggestion, only to feel the tip of my finger slipping an inch into the hidden orifice.

“Pinch yourself, and pull your hand out!” she suggests.

“Oh, okay!” I respond, as I am following her suggestion; tentatively pulling, only to experience the plug pulling at my mound.

“The plugs are designed; to rivet themselves in your Anus and Vagina, respectively!” she is informing me; “Ensuring you, that they will not slip out of you, before you want them to; thanks to the lubrication, applied to your plugs!” she concludes.

“Oh, oh.. Okay!” I respond.

”It is time, to present you with your very own Body Double..” she suggests; “your Twin Rarity, as it were!" as she is presenting me with the USB stick. (“Rarity Philliegree” the label reads, while I clearly can see the image in my, Rarity’s likeness on one side of the USB stick)

Naturally, I am accepting what she is giving me since I still am under the influence of the drug I had been exposed to earlier.

“Slip it into the slot, then watch her emerge from the screen!” she is instructing me.

As I am inserting the USB stick into the slot, I can see the image of Rarity on the screen. “Rarity Philliegree”

Over time, she is growing from the flat 2d image into the voluminous 3d image before me as she is stepping out of the screen before me. She is hovering in the air for a brief moment, with vacant eyes; before she is becoming conscious and slips down to the floor before me.

“Oh, oh.. Okay!” I respond.

”It is time, to present you with your very own Body Double..” she suggests; “your Twin Rarity, as it were, as she is presenting me with the USB stick. (“Rarity Philliegree” the label reads, while I clearly can see the image in my, Rarity’s likeness on one side of the USB stick)

Naturally, I am accepting what she is giving me since I still am under the influence of the drug I had been exposed to earlier.

“Slip it into the slot, then watch her emerge from the screen!” she is instructing me.

As I am inserting the USB stick into the slot, I can see the image of Rarity on the screen. “Rarity Philliegree”

“Greetings, Rarity..” she exclaims; “call me Rarity!” she concludes.

“Greetings, Rarity..” I respond; “you can call me Rarity, as well!” I conclude.

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“Take well care of one-another!” she is instructing Rarity and me.

“Of course!” we chorus, in response.

With that, the girl is stepping out of the room; leaving us to enjoy the rest of the night.

I guess this is, where my first true memories as Rarity is being formed.

Just after the girl had left me alone, with my personal body-double. Just after, I had summoned Rarity from the screen before me.

However, I can no longer recall her entering the room. I feel, as if she had stepped into the room from the adjacent room. (Nothing special about it.)

“We should be having something to eat..” she is suggesting.

While it isn’t the girl who is instructing me, but her suggestion is still resonating with what I feel. It isn’t, as if I had been acting under the influence now; but simply accepted a suggestion, because it had been what I had wanted all along.

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Evening

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