Just one Lonely little Changeling: Your Changeling and You

by Kentavritsa

Rating: teen
Tags: Changelings, Original Character, Science Fiction, Random, Human, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 3917

One lonely Changeling is plucked out from right under the very nose of her Queen. Placed in an unfamiliar location, will she make it? What will she do, in order to blend in and survive? Who and what is she, even?

A Changeling had entered Twilight’s Castle, where she finds herself pulled out to a new and unfamiliar location. Where is she?

The Changeling instinctively camouflages herself, in order to stay undetected.

The deception fails, but she manages to stay safe out of pure luck.

How will she make it, in her new position? How will she blend in, in order to hide from the perceived threat?

Once she had made the choice; she does not have the time to change her mind, as someone enters the room in which she had just found herself. Who is she, how will she react on what she is finding in her room?

A can of polish is the answer, and the girl will apply it with diligent care, saturating the form on her bed true and through. (Once done, she is lubricating the suit thoroughly!)

Consequences.. but, what are they and how will they be affecting her (life)?

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Illustrated by: N/A

Written by: Kentavritsa

Edited by: Kentavritsa

Re-edited by: N/A

Aproved: Automated

Rating: Teen

Status: Incomplete

Pass: Author’s Note:

Published 2025-01-23 07:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2025-02-15 21:54:04 UTC

Acceptance Confirmed: 1

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Prologue

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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 the very best.

The suit lies 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. Just that this suit is not the classic black, I had been expecting.

She is a light, highly saturated purple. (Lavender)

A full Cat suit. Did she come with hands and feet? No, she rather came with hooves, from what I can see. Furthermore, she even has her head with a full hair. (Mane)

“So life-like..” I ponder, as I am ogling the suit before me; “even if she does look a bit odd, for a Horse!” I conclude.

I can’t turn her back and I have to take care of her all the same. Maybe I could enjoy wearing her? Well, why not? The purple latex looks comfortable enough, to me.

She clearly is glossy, and much smoother than I had been expecting; even for a high quality suit, of the type I had grown accustomed to. 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 (visible) 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!)

Before I am losing myself; I extract a pair of examining gloves, slipping them on right and left. (Ah, there; now I can give in to the initial temptation, to feel the skin of the suit before me.)

“She is surprisingly warm, under my hands!” I realize, taken aback.

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. (Her; with a capital ‘H’, of course!)

“She is warm!” I ponder.

“I hope she will like me wearing her!” I ponder; “You don’t mind, if I put you on? (Slip into you!)” I inquire, as if I had been expecting her to respond.

There is no (verbal) response, but it feels as if she is accepting my proposal. (Am I imagining it?)

I know: I will have to protect her from the wear and tear, caused by use. (as in, I am wearing her.) I open the drawer of my night-stand, extracting a bottle of liquid latex-polish; uncapping the bottle, before I pour it into my cupped hand. (My right hand, naturally)

Now I place the bottle on the night-stand, before I am rubbing my hands together (spreading the gel out over the palms of my hands, as I warm up the gel); before I turn my attention towards the suit resting comfortably on my bed, placing the palms of my hand onto the chest of the suit. She is surprisingly firm (for a suit), almost as firm as if she had been a living girl of flesh and blood. (She could have been my {twin-} sister, almost.)

I had started on the top of her chest, just under her chin; working my way down, as if I had given her a massage. (Or, at least; my best impression of one, considering just how much effort I am putting into this.)

Maybe, just maybe; I had put a little too much effort into this, applying more of the polish than strictly required. (Even for the first {initial} effort, for a new suit.)

As I am reaching her crotch, I blush heavily in embarrassment; but I have to polish her up thoroughly, lest she will be degrading faster than I could permit her to. (I always put in the effort of the initial polishing, regardless of how much I may enjoy the suit later.)

In chock, I realize that her mound is not just smooth as I had been expecting. (Causing me to blush even harder, almost to the point where it becomes {Physically} painful!) Either way, I persist; making my best, in order to preserve her. (Even if it feels as if I have to sacrifice {a bit of} her dignity in the process.) I persist, continuing further. I can not stop, not now; not before I have concluded this ritual, the process of protecting my suit from future wear and tear.

Since she is lying on her back; I continue down her legs, right and left. Over her thigh, her knee, calf and all the way up onto her hoof. I work the entire hoof in a single go, rather than risking to miss a single spot in the process. (How could I {forgive myself}, if she was hurt {damaged}; just because I was sloppy?) Once I had finished the hoof; I bend her leg, in order to reach under her leg, in order to finish the leg. (Before I am repeating the process, working the other leg over.)

(Naturally; I am working over her forelegs in the same manner, and just as meticulously as her hind legs.)

“I am sorry, but I will just have to turn you over (around); in order to complete the process of polishing you up (Massaging you!)” I whisper, to the suit before me. (Even before I had even had the time to name her.)

She just nods, or I am imagining she is nodding; then I turn her over on her belly, before I continue. I work my way up from where I had left off, all the way up to the nape of her neck (the hair line) I had to turn her over, one more time; before I could finish this process, polishing up her face. (I had enjoyed the process of polishing her up thoroughly, imagining she had enjoyed the massage I had offered her in the process.) Well, but why not? I am sure I would have, if I had been in her place. (Even despite the embarrassment, of touching her more intimate private parts.)

If she is a Horse (Pony), certain parts appear to be surprisingly Human both in appearance and how they feel under the tips of my fingers. (I have to concede, I have enough experience from when I have to take care of my personal hygiene; permitting someone else to do it would have been considerably worse, and neglecting it is simply unthinkable!)

While still blushing (in embarrassment), I take a short break in order for her to fully absorb the polish; before I continue, repeating the process all over again. (Only finishing, once I determine that she had been fully saturated and could not absorb more.)

(Maybe I had stopped, because she had drained the entire bottle I had offered her; even though this had been a new bottle (full), while the bottle is completely empty as I put the cap back on as I am done.)

“You really were thirsty!” I declare under my breath, as I am panting hard. (Partly out of excitement, and partly out of exhaustion from all the work I had put into polishing her up.)

“Yes!” she responds; “Thank you!” she concludes.

“You are quite welcome..” I put forth; “it isn’t as if I could permit you to…” I continue, uncertain as to exactly how to finish the statement.

“If you want to try me on (to wear me)?” she inquires, turning over, onto her belly.

The next moment, I can see her back splitting up as if there had been a zipper I could neither see nor feel. (..and I had been exploring the surface of her back quite thoroughly {if I may say so myself}, as I was polishing {or massaging} her back just a moment before. {Several times over!})

I still can not see the zipper itself. (I am turning her inside-out, before I am repeating the process; just with a special water-base lubrication, in place of the Latex-Polish I had just applied to her outer surface.)

Once I am done; she is slippery and wet, just not cool but hot. (Maybe one or two degrees fever.) Not much; but more than enough, for it to be obvious. (I turn her back, leaving the outside of her skin outside once more!)

“You are one hot Girl (..or Pony?)!” I exclaim.

“Thank you…” she responds.

“Oh, yes; forgive my forgetfulness, I’m Penelope!” I concede, as I realize that I had not presented myself.

“I’m Twilight Sparkle: the Element of Magic!” she responds, “Nice to meet you, Penelope!” she concludes.

“Likewise, Twilight..” I respond; “but since you presented yourself, do you agree to let me try you on?” I inquire.

“Yes, exactly!” she responds, snickering inwardly.

“Thank you, Twilight!” I respond.

“If you slip out of your clothes, before you start..” she suggests; “I fear it would ruin the experience, if you were to wear anything under as you slip into me!” she explains; almost as if she had known what it is I am looking for, in the experience of wearing a Latex suit. (Well, what if she did; it isn’t, as if I had a chance to know!)

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She is still lying on her belly, as I had finished to slip out of the clothes I had been wearing.

Her back is still open, the rift reaching from the nape of her neck, all the way down to the base of her tail. (Well, but how convenient; since this should be making it so much easier on me, as I slip inside.) I am very eager, to try her on.

I feel slippery and wet, as if I had been sweating; rather than being lubricated, but still.

Just as I lean in over her, I notice how she is opening up further; making it easier, for me to slip into her. (I slide my right and left hand inside her from behind. {Even knowing I should have held her up before me, slipping my feet in before I slip my hands in.} Oh, well; too late to change my mind now: too late, by far.)

With my hands inside, sliding through what should be passing for sleeves; her arms, I am hard pressed to change my mind now. (Not that I do want to back out, when I can slip into her!)

I lift up my feet, right and left; slipping my feet in into the opening at her lower back, only to feel my feet slowly slip in and sink into her slippery form. (She feels almost as if she had been exceedingly thick and viscous gel.)

Once my arms had reached elbow deep, and my legs about knee deep; I feel her tightening up, contracting around me in the process, as she is sucking me in inside. (Is she absorbing me?)

Inch by inch, I am slowly sinking in; sliding further and further, as she is swallowing me whole. (For a {brief} moment, I try to lift up my head; only to change my mind, slipping my face down into her.) She continues to tighten up around me, contracting around me as my head is sliding in into her. (I feel the skin of her back slowly closing up around the back of my head, closing up completely.)

“Oh, oh.. ow!” I exclaim, as I am opening my eyes, only to see the pillow my face is resting on.

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Once I had slipped all the way inside and she had closed up completely, the slippery wetness is being absorbed and I am stuck inside (fusing to her skin).

I am unwittingly radiating all my love for her, as the suit had just closed up completely; suffusing and saturating her (form) with all my love for her.

As my skin is fusing to the inside of her, I soon find her sensitivity is forwarded to me; permitting me to feel, exactly what she is feeling. Every last touch, down to the last spec of dust.

Just that her rubbery form slowly turns me into a latex Pony, in the image of Twilight Sparkle. (How Curious!!) It just takes me a few minutes, before I realize the change that is coming over me. (At least, I am once more in full control of my own body now.)

“This is weird..” I ponder; “but I’ll manage!” I conclude.

“Wait..” she puts forth; “you think?” she inquires.

“Well..” I respond; “I was a girl, up until just a few minutes before!” I explain.

“Oh, okay..” she responds; “I guess: that does make sense!” she puts forth; “I was a Changeling..” she points out; “until I found myself on your bed!” she concludes.

“A Changeling?” I inquire; “What is a changeling?” I continue.

“A Changeling is an Insectoid Equine, a Shape shifter, an Emotevore!” she exclaims.

“Oh…” I just breathe.

“Just that now, I am trapped in this form of a Unicorn!” she points out; “I can’t even change my shape again!” she concludes.

“Are you uncomfortable?” I inquire; “I hope you will not starve to death, or be hungry!” I put forth.

“It is surprisingly comfortable, right now..” she responds; “and you are feeding me more than enough; I even have problems absorbing all the Love you are radiating!” she concedes.

“Oh!” I sigh in relief. (I love all my Latex suits, and she is the best of the suits I have. {Own!!})

“Then, I guess: I will be hanging on to you, for a very long time!” I propose; “I will take care of you and all your needs, to the best of my abilities!” I promise.

“Thank you, Penelope!” she responds. (She had been worried; when she had been given this assignment, not to mention when she was trapped on Twilight’s Table.)

“If you want (needs to) exit me, just let me know; so I can let you out, when you want to!” she promises.

“Thank you, Twilight!” I respond; “But; for now, I want to explore the experiences of wearing you!” I put forth.

With that, I gather my legs under myself; before I manage to get to my hooves, standing on the top of my bed.

A moment later, I jump down onto the floor beside my bed.

“Clip clop, clip clop!” is heard, as my hooves are hitting the floor. (Squeaking quite distinctly.)

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One Night of Bliss

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One Night of Bliss: 2

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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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