Just one Lonely little Changeling: Your Changeling and You

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Acceptance Confirmed

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“Since I am alone, at night; there will be none to complain, about me wearing my new suit!” I ponder.

While I still do recall that she had mentioned to be a Changeling; a Shape-shifter and Emote-vore; I still want (desire) to wear her through the entire first night after I had received her. (Could you blame me?) It is an unofficial tradition, for me: I had always worn the new suit, fresh after I had polished the suit, for use.

"Would you mind, if I were to wear you in bed, all night?” I inquire; as I am looking at Twilight, where she is lying on my bed: resting.

“No, Penelope; by all means, please wear me all night: if that is what you want!” she responds.

“Then; by all means, I will!” I respond; “Thank you, Twilight!” I then add; almost as an afterthought, as I don’t feel good: forgetting to thank her for this privilege. (How could I?)

I am not used to a suit, who will actually answer my questions.

“You are quite welcome…” she points out, Matter-of-factly, only to halt what she had been about to say.

I am standing by my wardrobe, the doors wide-open before me. I’m preparing for the night, before me; changing into what I am to wear, the entire night.

Since I am at home, with no special occasion; I am simply wearing the more casual wear, rather than dressing up, for an occasion. (Why bother, dressing up; when I am just alone, at home: with no special occasion or event?)

First I am pulling the shirt over my head, lazily depositing it onto the floor of the wardrobe. (Without a care in the world.) Once the shirt is discarded: I pull the skirt down, stepping out of it; only to leave it onto the top of the pile. From there: I continue to pull the top up over my head, dropping it onto the pile. I continue: pulling my panties down, kicking them up in a single fluid motion; only to drop them onto the pile, unceremoniously. (Why put more effort into this, than I absolutely have to?)

Only the one thing remaining, keeping me from what I had wanted all along: slipping into the new suit I know as Twilight Sparkle. I slip one sock off of my foot, before I am slipping the second sock off; one at a time, right and left. With the socks off of my feet, I had just found myself nude: standing in my Birthday-suit as if it had been natural, to me. (Which it is, as I am currently alone in my own {Bed-} room.)

I finally walk over to my bed, where Twilight is waiting patiently for me (once I had closed the door to my wardrobe).

“Finally..” I ponder; “I hope you would not mind, Twilight!” I put forth, just as I am taking the final steps up to my bed; “If I were to slip into you(r delicious tightness)!” I suggest.

“Since I am your suit, it would be my pleasure!” she responds.

With that, I am lifting her up (facing away from me); observing her back opening up before me, just as I am lifting up my right foot. I slip the foot in, into her; exposed to the slippery space inside her, as my foot slowly slides through. As the foot had reached the end; I am lifting up my left foot, in order to repeat the process: with my left foot.

Standing firmly, on my own two feet; I slide my right hand in, into her: only to experiencing her swallowing me, quite eagerly. (Before I know it, she had swallowed both my hands.)

She slowly tightens up around me, as she is forcing me into her; taking the choice away from me, as she is pushing my head in, into her. (The next moment, she is covering me from head to toe!)

I find myself: falling down on my hooves, as I can no longer maintain the Bi-pedal stance at this point. (Not that I care, overly; just as long, as I can feel her tight embrace covering my skin.)

<---> Twilight <--->

Once she had disrobed (undressed), I can finally feel her slipping inside me. (While I had felt her love before; but once she is entering me, I can enjoy all her love in its most pure form: undiluted!)

The more Love she is radiating, the more Love I feel; the tighter I contract around her, leaving her feeling as if I had been the skin she had been born with. (Even if she instinctively knows she is not a Pony, but a Human {deep} inside.) I am not robbing her of that!

As she slid in, into me; I start to feel warm: (such a delightful, tingling sensation inside) forcing me to contract around her.

I feel the slippery Gel-lubrication she had coated my inside with, as she is slipping inside; only now, it becomes the glue fusing her skin to me. (For the duration.)

Somewhere along the process, I find myself falling down onto my own four hooves; only for my back to close and seal shut, effectively trapping her inside me.

I lift up the corner of the quilt, folding it up against the wall; only to sit down onto the bed, slipping in under the quilt. Now I fold the quilt back down, once I lie comfortably on the bed. (Resting my head on the pillow, enjoying the warmth in her bed. {Now my bed, for the night!})

I contentedly close my eyes, relaxing.

<---> Penelope <--->

Just as I am closing my eyes, I see what appears to be a screen before my very eyes.

“Option:” reads the text, in bold, Lavender letters on the middle of the screen.

As I am focusing on the text before me; I have a warm, inviting sensation.

Now I can see two images, on the screen; on the right, I can see Twilight’s form as a Pony. On the left, I can see her form as the Human girl. (Subconsciously, I am choosing the form as a Human; even if the colours will remain, as the same Twilight Sparkle.)

Why? Either way, it is the choice I had made. (Subconsciously!!)

While I am drifting off to sleep; my current Equine form is melting away, replaced by the Human form of Twilight.

<---> Twilight <--->

I feel a strange sensation, passing over me. (My entire form.)

While the sensation may have been short (fleeting), I still feel warm. (A very comfortable warmth!)

My eyes remain closed, I ignore the new sensations; as I slowly drift into sleep, enjoying the experience shared with Penelope. (Why shouldn’t I enjoy this moment {experience}, shared with her?)

What I can not quite grasp, is the imagery I am exposed to; as I experience the world in the dream in her perspective. (Still, I am accepting these experiences with open arms.)

There is no Dream Goddess (Deity) guiding these dreams. I am baffled by this, even though I guess: I still enjoy these dreams, as they are. (Whatever they are; but, they are a part of her.)

As I am waking up, I find myself naked in her bed; with the unfamiliar feelings and sensations of the quilt covering my body, as I lie on the Bed-sheet.

For a moment, I just lie in bed, confused; not quite understanding where I am, or recognizing the form in which I had woken up. (I refrain from screaming, as the warmth suffusing my entire form is remaining.)

I fold the corner of the quilt up against the wall, before I slide my bare feet out from under the quilt; only to find myself sitting in bed, scanning the still dark room.

“Good morning!” I hear Penelope exclaiming, as if she had been sitting beside me; even if I can neither see her, nor point in which direction the sounds had originated.

“Good morning, Penelope!” I respond, quietly.

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A Miss Cast

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