I slumped down in a corner and sighed. The Star Maiden had not only cursed me, but she also had pulled me into yet another death trap... slime monsters, a racist robot, one of Nightmare Moon's minions, horrible dark arts and now a possessed stealth suit. At least I had the company of another zebra... granted, a traitorous, bodiless spirit who was not even of my tribe, but a zebra nonetheless. Compared to the rest of the people in the room, she might even have been the best company available... even if she couldn't speak herself, only using pre-programmed voice clips to vocalize her opinions.
I let out a deep sigh. The others were bickering about something; I couldn't care less. I just wished I could be granted peace. I’d have like to just end it, but I couldn't. My soul wouldn't be sent to my ancestors then, nor would it if I just quit and gave up, and that blasted Maiden refused to grant me mercy: something about ‘being far too brave’. Besides, my soul was tainted. Physical torture was preferred over entering the afterlife with a stained spirit. I gritted my teeth and tried to zone out. My nethers were aching like mad. I couldn't even recall the last time I had been able to let off some steam with a... ‘natural remedy’. I ground my hindquarters against the floor.
I suddenly jolted upright. My erection was grazing against the suit... could she feel anything as a suit? Sweet ancestors, if so, this was highly inappropriate. I couldn't be grinding hindquarters with another zebra while out in the field... or, well, I guess I was pretty much kicked out of the army, not that I really was in it to start with... I missed my home...
I just sat on the floor with my engorged folds; starting to trail off in thoughts. What I’d give for a chance for relief right now... maybe I could try to distract myself with my surroundings... I glanced around, trying to spot something that could take my mind off my soaked lips. At least they weren't showing. I still didn't trust the Maiden, nor any of her cultists. I knew how she thought about other mares...
“Chemical imbalance detected, initiating recovery mode.” I flinched and jolted upright once more, barely having dropped my posture from before. It took me several seconds to realize the whisper had come from the suit. Why did it whisper? I tho- I quickly had to suppress a whinny as I felt the suit somehow press against my wet nethers of its own volition. My heart raced. I hoped it wasn't doing what I thought it was... I really wished I had some herbal ointment to rub over my family pride right now, it would soothe the aches and dampen my arousal. Sadly, I had none. The suit’s tight fabric gently folded around my folds. I bit my teeth to avoid whimpering as it gingerly tugged at each of my labia, one at a time, slowly stretching them out.
I usually didn't make much noise. I could even climax without uttering a word, but after being on the constant move around others who wouldn't let a zebra have free time to relieve herself, and now, what with being cursed by the stars and all, being unable to both find the will to get it up and become mentally stimulated enough to actually clop, not for... what was it now? Two months? Well, that did start to take its toll on my sensitivity and composure. I bit my lower lip, whimpering softly. My eyes darted around frantically. What the hay was I supposed to do? I couldn't say the suit was caressing me inappropriately, what would the others think? Not to mention, what would the suit do?
What if it... hurt me? I began to shake. The suit was still attempting to give my lower lips a sensual massage. While I had to admit it did a very good job at it, I was too busy ramping up into full-blown hyperventilation to enjoy it. Climbing into a possessed suit had seemed like a good idea at the time, but in hindsight... How would I sleep in this? Would I be able to take it off when I wanted? How would I... answer nature’s call? I had no proof this suit wouldn't attempt to take control of my body. What if it tortured me? Made me kill people? Or... or... even made me rape someone? I got a very bad chill down my spine. I tensed up even worse than before. “P-please stop...” I gave a weak whisper, hoping I could plead for it to stop tormenting me.
“Keep calm soldier, panic will increase chance of your demise,” the suit’s synthetic voice unnerved me even further. I wanted to scream, but was too afraid it would tear out my reproductive organs if I did anything drastic or sudden. Fresh tears welled up and stung my eyes; I wasn't crying, just shedding some silent tears as the suit moved on to sliding the fabric up and down my sex. I gave a weak sniffle, and suddenly, it stopped. To my shock, despite the terror I felt, the sensation of being touched was still pleasant. I was still close to hyperventilating, but I did my best to calm down. I felt a sudden pressure against my coat... was the suit... giving me a back-rub? It seemed to beckon me to let it all go, just relax. My instincts told me to fight back, be on my guard, but somehow I had lost most of my will to panic. Was the suit controlling my emotions?
I didn't have much time to contemplate before I felt myself slowly becoming less tense; the suit had stopped rubbing at my throbbing genitals and was instead focusing on my sore muscles. I had no idea fabric could give a zebra such a good massage... had the soul of this zebra been a caretaker in her earthly life? I slowly started to slump onto my back, idly taking a glance over my surroundings: I saw that yellow pegasus staring wistfully at the minion, she was whisking her tail back and forth and it gave me a good look at what was underneath. Her flower was not only in full bloom, but it had impressive petals as well. I couldn't help but lose track for a few seconds as I just stared. My attention wasn't so focused on the fact that the mare desired a servant of the night goddess, but on how gifted she was in a certain area of her physique.
I shook out of my stupor and looked away with a bright flush. I still had a few stains from my previous tears. I didn't know what kind of spell this suit had put me under, but I would at least try and enjoy it... I didn't know any lessons which said that indulging in pleasure of the flesh would damn anyone. Unless it was sought frequently, and with those unwilling to participate. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. I might as well give in to this, I was already cursed by the Maiden of the Stars; so what if I ended up entering into a pact with a desire demon; what could get worse? I’d at least not have to worry about morning dew or pent up pressure.
“Proceed.” I almost didn't hear the suit over my own thoughts and heavy breathing.
While it sounded like a command for me to follow, I guessed the suit had planned to ask it as a question. I just gave a silent nod, not daring to open my mouth out of fear of what might slip out if I did. I wasn't sure how the suit knew I had nodded, but it immediately began to stroke the source of my arousal, running along the full length of my vulva, causing me to grunt softly. I could hear the others still talking: they were in some sort of argument now, but I didn't care. At that moment, I couldn't have cared less, because even if we were about to die, I would at least not die without having a final relief.
The suit once again took hold of my plump pair and kneaded the folds slowly while tugging at them. Despite the slightly rough surface of the suit, the feeling it gave off as it slid against and over my nethers caused me to coo softly - it had a very special combination of sensations that stirred suppressed emotions within me. It didn't take me long to notice that I was actually winking, the realization making me flush crimson. I was glad the suit was covering my hindquarters right now. I bit my lower lip as sparks shot through my lower body. The tightness around my special spot caused the winking to feel very pleasant, and the way the fabric pressed against my clitoris made me shiver.
At this moment, I really didn't care if it had corroded my mind; this was the first time in weeks I actually felt good. I knew the wasteland would wallop me on the head and take me back to reality after I came, but that was then... I needed this moment of ignorant bliss to momentarily forget about my troubles. I felt the fabric change to rubbing over my slick surface. This felt nice... really nice. It was like the suit knew how a mare wanted to be touched, especially me. I had to stifle a moan as the clothing coiled around my most sensitive nub.
I just realized how close I was to orgasm. The pressure that had built up hit me like a boat as I became aware of it. My nostrils flared, my teeth were gritted as the suit rapidly ground against my clitoris. I closed my eyes and leaned back... I was going to... going to... shit! I felt the urge to push it out, the pressure. Fuck! I couldn't squirt! I was in a-a-ah... ngh... I tried my best to hold my load in, but my stoppers were overwhelmed, causing my beaker to overflow, and the fluid came gushing out as I shuddered on the floor. The orgasm ripped through my body and sent every nerve on edge as my cheeks flushed deeper than the eyes of the Maiden.
I came quietly but intensely. I was even proud of myself for keeping enough concentration to not give myself away. My mind was flooded with ecstasy as I slowly came down off my high. My ejaculate had hit the end of the suit and had puddled up near my hindquarters. While I didn't deny it was a huge relief to get that out of my system, it was a bit shameful to know I had so little control over my body when it came to... that function. I was slowly getting my breathing to a normal pace as my contractions died down, my insides trying to grasp around something that wasn't there. Perking my ears, the discussion was more collected than before, and it seemed like they had started to reach a conclusion. Seems like I had a good timing. I twitched a little as I felt something (a kiss?) against my genitals, just a brief, gentle touch against my love bead.
“You’re my best friend forever.” In my haze, the artificial voice whispering to me was somehow soothing, calming even. I just lay still, trying to silently catch my breath. The surge of pleasure still rushed through my veins; it felt like a huge burden had been lifted off my back. Almost like I was only half as cursed as before. I had forgotten how good an orgasm could feel when really pent up... maybe this suit wasn't such a bad thing after all? It seemed to at least care about my... ‘needs’. I moved my rear a little; it was still damp and the liquid seemed to be busy seeping into my coat. I just exhaled; it could be worse.
It wasn't that much lubricant, and it couldn't be smelled through the suit anyhow... I hoped... I slowly got my head up. My body had stopped giving pleasant tingles a few seconds ago, but the lingering shivery feeling still remained. I was surprised to see the face of the striped one look down upon me as I looked up. I flinched back and just stared into the deep pools of her eyes. Her gaze just bored into me. Did she... know what just happened? The mare leaned in close before stating flatly, “Tu nidor piscis...”
