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Ms. A had just fallen asleep, in her bed. Time to tend to her now. Epona is picking up the Fetish, representing the new girl; looking at her, with great interest.
“I am granting you the friendship of your Idol: Twilight Sparkle!” Epona offers; as she is picking up the suit, freshly printed.
With the offer pronounced; she is taking the ensemble of off the body of the Idol; leaving the Idol perfectly nude, once more. The Idol, now released from everything put onto it; however, it still retains all the qualities given to it.
“There, perfect!” Epona pronounces; “Now you have her as your friend!” she concludes.
She is placing the Idol, back in its niche; where it will be waiting, for the attention awaiting it the next night.
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”Okay, that was an odd day!” I ponder, as I wake up; ”It feels, almost as if it had been a dream!” I mumble to myself.
I make a quick, mental check; but everything is still in place, just as I know it had been the other day.
”Oo-oo-oh!” I hear from the other side of what is passing for my own bed.
”Wait, what was that?” I exclaim; as I am turning my head, towards the noise I thought I had just heard.
”Maybe, just maybe; it was not a dream, after all?” I mumble to myself; ”Twilight, is that you?” I inquire; in order to verify what I think happened, the other day.
”Good morning, April!” she responds; ”Yes, it is me!” she continues.
”Good morning, Twilight!” I respond.
”I hope, you are still enjoying your stay; here at the Twilight hotel!” she inquires, hopefully and with a smile on her face.
”Oh, yes!” I respond; ”The room is great, the service is through the roof and I guess the company is as good as one could have been asking for!” I respond.
”It is just a bit much, to take in!” I put forth.
”Having me, taking over your body?” she inquire.
”That, certainly was out of the blue!” I respond, nodding vigorously.
”If we ignore the fact: that you chose to take in here, at the Twilight Hotel; you did make most of the choices, all by yourself!” she offers.
”I guess, I did enjoy these Crescent Moon shoes more than I had been expecting!” I concede; ”Getting the hooves, was never all that much of a chance..” I put forth; ”When you stop, to think about it!” I conclude.
”You could as easily, have chosen any of the other options; or, even chosen to forgo these shoes entirely!” Twilight points out; ”None would have looked twice; I am sure you will realize if you haven’t, already?” she prompts.
”No more, than they were looking at me now; with these equine hooves, I guess!” I respond.
”Since you chose the equine hooves; we are both having them, now!” she confirms; ”I hope you will be comfortable with this change now!” she continues.
”I like the looks and the feels of these hooves; but I can’t say, how I will feel as I sign out!” I respond; ”You never know, how people will react; that may change or at least colour my feelings later!” I explain.
”Before that, we will have to get out of bed!” she points out, matter of fact.
”Yes, of course; thank you for reminding me, Twilight!” I respond, as I fold the quilt up against the wall.
I slip my hooves out, from under the quilt; finding me sitting up, on my side of the bed. Our bed, it would appear. I push forwards, soon finding myself standing on my own too hooves. There is a thump, as my hooves hit the floor; nothing much, just the sound of two hooves hitting the floor.
Now I am standing up, beside the bed; wearing nothing, but my usual underwear. Just a pair of panties, and a top.
I walk over to the closet, with Twilight in tow; similarly dressed, naturally. She never had the time, or chance; to put anything on, more than I had. She had been sleeping, next to me.
”Will I ever get used, to having her by my side; for as long as she will be with me?” I ponder.
”Don’t worry; I will be out of your hair, just as I was pulled out of your body!” she assures me.
”Thank you, Twilight!” I respond, smiling back at her.
I still have all my memories, from before; not just the once, from my time here at the hotel. It had been such a nice stay, here at the Twilight Hotel; I am tempted, never to leave. Then again, I still do have a life; where people are missing me, if I did not come back to them.
”April?” she continues; ”I am sure your sister: Miss May is looking forward, to see you when you get back!” she continues.
”Yes!” I respond; ”I know!” I continue.
”She is the sweetest..” she responds; ”If only I could see her?” Twilight puts forth.
”Who knows, maybe you will?” I offer; ”All assuming, you are not bound to the building!” I point out.
”If I were bound to the building; this place would have been packed, by now!” she is teasing.
”If it isn’t, I guess it would be, soon enough..” I respond, not knowing how long the hotel had been in business.
But alas, she does have a point; and a very good one, at that.
As I reach the wardrobe, I open the door; examining the clothes, available to me. I choose a deep purple skirt, for myself. I notice she is picking an identical one. As she slips into her skirt, so do I. Affording the skirt a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; in order to assure that perfect fit. Naturally; it is the same highly elastic material, as I had grown used to.
”Pretty jaunty!” she points out.
She had worn a skirt, similar to this before; even if the situation was different, and the skirt is not exactly the same either. Yet, it is still her; just as it became me, in the same time.
With the skirt on, I pick up the matching top; pulling it down over my head, affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. Since I am indoors, and in a fairly casual setting; I could have gone out, with nothing more on. I still end up, picking a pair of transparent full-length gloves. I had been wearing these, before; but that was before I had been introduced to Twilight, and I had been alone. In a sense, this is kind of a date.
”Should I wear something more?” I inquire.
”Had you asked Rarity; she would have told you to wear something delicate, to accentuate the look!” she points out.
”Maybe a chain-necklace, with a mark to it?” I suggest.
”Something, like this?” she offers, handing me the intended necklace.
”Could you help me, putting it on; then I could help you, putting your necklace on..” I respond.
I momentarily turn my back, towards her; she opens the clasp, before she is putting the chain around my neck.
”Thank you, Twilight!” I respond
”You are quite welcome, April!” she responds; as she is in turn, turning her back towards me.
I pick up the matching necklace, unclasping it; before I am reaching around her neck, as I am putting the necklace on for her.
She turns around, smiling. This may not be like the necklace of the elements; but she never wore her element like a necklace in the first place. She wore it, like a crown on her head; even before she had ascended, into royal position.
Now the small pendant lies on her chest, a few inches above and between her breasts. It may feel a bit cool, at first; but after a few minutes, one does not really notice its presence at all.
Of course; this is my last day here, at the Twilight Hotel. On second thought; it truly does live up to the name, with the experience I had enjoyed during my stay.
While I had indeed enjoyed my stay here, at the Twilight Hotel; I had experienced much, aside from making a new friend. The friend, in the form of an Anthropomorphic Unicorn known as Twilight Sparkle. The friendship may have been brief, but it had developed and grown deeper than I could have been expecting. Deeper, in fact; than I had dared to hope, and even if one were to ignore the short time together.
”There are a few more things, I want to explore; but right now, I have a table at the top of the World waiting for me!” I point out; ”Though I guess, they may be holding out a second chair, with your name upon it!” I then offer.
”Yes, you are quite right, April..” she responds; ”I would hope so, because I am famished, right now!” she points out with a mock growl.
”Since we are dressed for the occasion; let us go out, and enjoy the breakfast before they close up!” I suggest.
With that, Twilight is leading me out into the hall; only stopping to open the door, for the both of us.
I eagerly follow her, out to the cloaking room, ignoring the doors closing behind my back.
As one, we slip our hooves into the respective boots right and left; before stepping into the shoes of choice, right and left.
Once the shoes are on, she is opening the door; stepping out of our home, with me in tow.
”Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as we trot along the hall, to the elevator.
Twilight is lifting her right hand, extending the hand towards the plaque; pressing the palm on the black surface, spreading her fingers to open the door. Once the doors slide up, Twilight is stepping into the room with me in tow, while the doors quietly slide shut a few inches behind me.
”Greetings; Twilight and Ms. A!” Ellie exclaims, just as we enter her elevator.
”Greetings..” Twilight and I respond, just as the elevator starts moving up towards the given destination.
”Could you move faster?” Twilight inquires.
”Yes, if you want to!” Ellie suggests.
”Then, by all means; make it as fast, as you feel comfortable with..” I suggest.
”If you want a joyride, I can give you just that!” she promises, snickering like mad.
While she proclaim the promise, the acceleration is hitting the roof; everything gets very heavy, all of a sudden.
”I was hoping to save a few minutes, on the ride; but I guess this is going to be more exciting, than I had been expecting.” I prompt with a crocked grin and a hint of a giggle.
”Why does this remind me, of the event in the Crystal Empire?” Twilight offers.
”No idea, I wasn’t there..” I mumble.
A few minutes later, the acceleration is melting away; replaced with an equally aggressive deceleration, bringing us to a smooth stop at the door to the Top of the World.
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”I take it, you want the adventure for the drop too?” Ellie inquires, just as the doors to the elevator had closed.
”Uhm, yes..” I respond, and the acceleration is taking a hit for the worse.
”Whoa!” Twilight exclaims; as she experiences the drop, as if the floor had just been removed.
Maybe knowing the ride is safe takes a bit out of it; but it is still a more exciting ride, than we had been hoping for.
The elevator stop, at the correct floor and the doors slide up; we spill out, trotting along the hall towards the intended door.
I shakily watch her, as she is lifting her hand up to the door; extending it and place the palm of her hand onto the plaque, spreading her fingers to open the door. She steps in, with me in tow; the door closes with a swoosh, as I had cleared the threshold.
She is repeating the process, opening each door in turn; taking me in to our bed room. She is pushing me with my back up against the doors to the wardrobe; snickering as she is smiling in excitement.
”Hold on, hold on; engage suction?” she now mouths.
With my heart aflutter, I comply without a thought; before I had even realized, what I am doing.
”Oooh, oooh, oooh..” Twilight gasps, in excitement, as it is dawning upon her what had just happened.
On second thought, I guess I had heard the squeak; just as she told me to hold on, and engaging the suction. I just had not been aware of it, or consciously realized what I had heard at the time. Now, is too late to consider what it had been, or to regret the effect it is having upon me.
I did what I did, merely reacting on what she told me; before I had the time to consider it, or be consciously aware of the act.
With the suction in mind, my hooves stuck to the floor upon which I stand; with twilight before me, eager to explore the situation I had just found myself in.
I realize, that she is pulling my skirt down to my knees; exposing my mound, as she is holding my legs firmly together.
I could have chosen to protest and try to stop her, but I didn’t; so she continues, with what she had had in mind all along for me.
She is reaching for my hips, before her hands slide down and aims for my mound with practiced certainty; before she starts rubbing the top of my mound, as well as the petals of my orchid. In the process, my mound swells and the petals of my orchid reveal themselves.
”Ooo-ooo-oooh!” she merely exclaims, as I am revealing my excitement to her.
Somehow, she must have known how I was to react.
I had not stopped her, or even protested; now I am revealing myself, as growing more and more excited in the process.
Well, why shouldn’t I be excited? Even if I had found myself in a rather tight spot; but it is Twilight I have before me, and she is more than just a very close friend of mine.
Maybe, just maybe; we are past the stage, of friends with benefits too.
She is leaning forwards, placing her lips on the tip of my mound; only to part her lips, and her tongue is slipping past her lips in eager anticipation and excitement.
How could I blame her? How could I, ever?
Well, I couldn’t. Obviously.
Not just, because it feels so good; which it does, but I had found myself desiring what she is offering me right now.
At first, it had just been the mound swelling, the petals developing and revealing themselves; but then the membrane that is the surface of my panties had started to fall away and coat the inside of my orchid, before I had found myself growing wet. Now, she truly has me, as her own; I am hers, to do with as she pleases. I can not resist, because I do not want to. Why?
I am enjoying myself, far too much; just as I am enjoying, what she is doing to me. How could I not?
At first, I had thought is had been the saliva coating her exciting tongue, and then I thought it was the juices I supposedly produce in excitement; however, the lubrication is thicker and slipperier. It is a special wetness, with a decidedly oily sleekness and slipperiness I had no previous experience with.
I am excited; my body reacting accordingly, naturally. Why shouldn’t it? This is what I want, and my body eagerly comply.
While the trap may be scary, frightening; yet my body had been exhilarated from the drop, and excited by the presence of the one so close. It is the relation, I had built with Twilight; she had reciprocated, mirroring my actions in the process of building and strengthening the relation.
Within the span, of the few days offered; we had stepped through the maze, all the way to the closeness permitting the intimacy of sex. Unprotected, or not; but I still feel safe, within the grasp of her.
There is a gasp, on her part; just as she is realizing I am wet, and she slips her tongue inside and starts lapping at me.
I just melt, in her hands; placing my hands on the smooth surface behind me, pressing the palms of my hands onto the smoothness with a distinct squeak. In the instant, my hands are stuck in place, I know it; but with her before me, my focus is locked into place.
Tentatively pulling at my hands, just to put emphasis on the position; internalizing the situation, just to enjoy what she does all the more.
Exhilaration and excitement, spiced up with the hint of fright; driving me on, as she is eating me.
Just as I am hit with the orgasm, I realize the tips of her fingers are on my mound; her fingers swiftly opening me up, for the emphasis.
With excitement and fear, she is gluing the rubber onto the surface of my mound, petals, vagina and all the way inside to the very bottom of my womb. I feel it fuse to my flesh in an instant and I find myself trapped.
Wet and slippery, I can but comply.
She had me cornered; and I had fallen right into her arms, her trap.
While I may have chosen it, and built the trap for her; but she had accepted it, taking full advantage of it and the position within I had placed myself.
With her fingers slipping in, inside of me; I instinctively contract, firmly in resistence of her act.
She lets go, but I remain contracted, contracting further for a long while
Her hands had slipped away, as her fingers was slipping out of me; tracing the skin all the way back and up to my rump, only to slide into the orifice unhindered, and without any effort on her part. I feel the tips of her fingers slide in, and find myself wet in anticipation. Spurring her on, driving her to pull through; the tips of her fingers slide in, before she slowly and carefullypuls me wide open in a desisive yet slow and careful motion.
In the process, she had repeated the motion. I feel the rubber slide in, coating my anal cavity as far in as I could imagine; gluing the rubber to my flesh with the excitement and fear she had just used to glue the rubber into my vagina a few moments earlier.
As the glue is taking hold, the rubber is fusing to me, my flesh; irrevocably sticking to me as it is fusing and blending all the way in. I am stuck. I am stuck with what she had just done to me.
”Good girl, good girl, good girl; good girl, good girl, good girl; good girl, good girl, good girl...” is echoing in my head.
”Slippery, wet; slippery and wet, so delightfully delicious..” she is cooing as she continues.
Slowly, slowly, slowly; she is spreading me open, dilating me inch by inch. In the process, I find myself contracting stronger and firmer the more she dilates me; to the point, where she slips and my orifice is collapsing with a wet, sucking noise.
”Squeak!!” is heard, just as the orifice is collapsing.
Just as her fingers had slipped, slipped out of my rump; she is pulling back, regrouping. A moment later, she is placing her lips onto my rump, slippery and wet; with parted lips, her tongue is sliding out and into me. I feel the tongue sliding and slipping in, as she is lapping away at me. Time and time again; in and out, in and out it slides. Never really pulling out.
I enjoy it.
How could I not?
Once she had finished, the tips of her fingers are sliding in, inside of me; spreading my rump, dilating me. Just with more care, slower; slower and slower, slower and slower.
Until she finally slips and lose the grip; only to cause me to collapse with a wet and sucking noise.
”Squeak..” is heard.
”Oo-oo-oo-oo-oooh..” I mouth, my lips forming the capital Oh in the instant my rump is collapsing.
I feel the tip of her tongue, caressing the rim of my orifice; just never entering.
Carefully standing out, as if on purpose.
However, I find it enjoyable, exciting, exhilarating no end; for as long as it lasts, for as long as she is keeping it up.
My rump decidedly tight, contracted.
Yet, I am still wet. Excited; wet and slippery.
She slips out from under me, before she is reclaiming the position in which she had been lapping at my orchid.
She is standing up, before me; leaning forwards, placing her lips on my mound. Her lips parting, her tongue slipping out; licking and lapping, sliding inside. I feel the tip of her tongue slipping in, sliding further inside before it slowly slides out. In and out, in and out; in and out, in and out.
Distracted, I barely feel or realize she is placing her hands on my waist, sliding them down towards my rump; the tips of her fingers slowly and gently probing the crack and the entry now closed. I then feel the tips of her fingers, as she is caressing me; making it feel as if my rump had never been touched in the first place, but I remain tight and contracted, wet, slippery and juicy like never before.
I can not deny it, the effect of what she had done to me and for me; yet, now it is, almost as if it had never happened.
While she is at it, as she is kissing the petals of my orchid; she had slipped her tongue inside, lapping away at me. Eating me, with obvious delight.
Seconds are passing. Minutes are passing, unnoticed.
Trapped, I can but experience her before me.
Then it happens; again, again, again..
An orgasm is hitting me, the decidedly strong contractions hitting me again, again, again..
Somehow, she is timing, her tongue being inside, as far as she would go.
Several minutes are passing, in this fashion; before she is pulling back, straightening her legs in order to stand before me.
She is facing me, pressing her wet lips onto mine; parting her lips, causing me to part mine.
Her tongue slips in, in, further and further, inch by inch.
The tongue sliding out, again; stopping, before the tip had slipped out and escaped.
The tip, of her tongue; slipping in, and out, in and out.
In and out, in and out; in and out, in and out..
With my lips still slightly parted, I find my tongue mirroring her action; my mouth slowly contracting, feeling wet, slippery and wet in an exciting manner I could barely put a finger on.
She continues, teasing me; over and over.
Just making the point, breaking of; before it had hit home, but the effect is still there like a seed waiting to sprout forth and grow.
My lips are glossy and glistering; my mouth wet and contracting. Almost there, almost there; the contraction had never quite reached the stage of an orgasm. Not yet.
Unconsciously, I had been struggling to pull my hands free from the surface behind me; just as I unconsciously had focused the effort of enhancing the suction, holding the palms of my hands firmly in place. There is no escaping it. So long as the act is subconscious; I have no control, and I can not free myself and my hands.
Naturally, this plays on all four fronts; my hooves remain stuck to the floor, and there is nothing I could possibly do about it.
She had pulled my skirt up., affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.
With the skirt up, I had released something; but she now slips my panties down, leaving them on the floor.
She is not pulling the top up, just yet; will she, I have no clue.
”Relax, disengage the suction!” she is instructing me.
As I relax, releasing the suction; I can lift my hooves, right and left.
She pulls the panties out, from under me; pulling them out of the way, leaving them out of sight and out of mind.
”Let go, relax; permit your hands fall to the sides of your body!” she now instructs me.
”Oh, okay!” I respond, as I comply.
My hands slowly fall to the sides of my body, right and left.
”There..” she coos.
”Oooh, oooh, oooh..” I chime; my lips forming the capital Oh, in excitement.
My panties had found themselves in the wardrobe, on the floor; inside out, and in a knot. I had not noticed it, but neither had I cared.
She is extracting a pair of deep purple gloves; full-length, looking exactly like the once I had been wearing before, only with a surprise in store for me. I will be learning about it, in due time; when she chose to explain it, at the time I need to know. Right now, I do not need to know.
I am accepting the gloves; slipping them on, right and left. Affording the full-length gloves a few tentative tugs, in order to achieve that ever so elusive perfect fit: once, twice and thrice. While I am distracted, busying myself with putting the gloves on; she is extracting a pair of glossy metallic black panties. The same model as the once she had just ripped off of me; turning inside-out, knotting before she threw them into the wardrobe.
Eagerly, I am accepting the offered panties; stepping into them, right and left.
”Black? But, why black?” I ponder, as I notice the colour.
She is presenting me with a pair of tights, fitting my current anthropomorphic form; I am accepting the garment, slipping my feet in right and left. A moment later, I am wearing the deliciously tight tights covering me from the waist down.
The tights are a light skin-tone hue, almost as if I had been nude; but I am still in the form of the anthropomorphic Pony, mirroring Twilight sparkle, still by my side.
Well, maybe the hooves are a metallic bloody red; but with the light pinkish hue, it fits me perfectly.
She is teasing me, but I like it.
I am accepting the offerings, in the forms of garments; opening up opportunities, giving me a chance to try out things I would not even dare considering.
Maybe, just maybe; this is why I like it, after all.
Though I do trust Twilight; implicitly, and with my life.
”This does look good, April!” Twilight offers, as she is handing me a knee-length ultra-tight pencil skirt matching the gloves I am wearing.
I am accepting the offered garment; ”Of course, Dear..” I respond stepping into the skirt, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.
While it is tight, it is also elastic enough to permit me to walk unhindered; it may be a bit curious to peculiar, but I don’t protest.
”One final detail..” she is promising, as she is presenting me with the short blouse-top she had just been extracting, for my benefit.
”Oh, okay!” I respond, as I am accepting the garment; slipping my right and left hand through the respective sleeves; ”Thank you..” I add, as I button up the blouse-top from the first and lowest button, to the very last one just below my chin.
”There, perfect..” she pronounces; ”Now, let us be going..” she adds.
She is closing the wardrobe behind herself, as we are finished here for now; before she is walking over to the door with me in tow, as she is lifting her right hand up towards the plaque.
She is pressing the palm of her extended right hand onto the plaque; spreading the fingers of the hand wide in order to open the door. I follow her out of the room, a mere step behind; the door slides shut behind me, just as I had cleared the threshold.
She is leading me through the living room, opening the door.
I choose to put the boots on, as she is shadowing my action; I step into my shoes, watching her mirror the choice before she is turning towards the outer door.
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Twilight is opening the door, to Aloe’s Spa and I am following her a mere step behind; the door closes behind me, just as I had cleared the threshold.
She steps up to the desk, stopping before the girl.
”How may I help you, Miss?” the girl inquires.
”I booked a session, for Ms. A and me here; for some pampering up, including manicure and hooficure..” Twilight explains.
”A session for Ms. A and you, Manicure and hooficure?” she responds; ”Let me check..” she continues; ”Yes, it is right here; step right in, and Aloe will be with you in a moment!” she concludes.
”I am sure, you will be enjoying this!” Twilight offers.
”Of course; their manicures and hooficures are to die for!” I coo.
Considering just how much I had enjoyed the manicure and hooficure the last time, I was here; I will be insisting adamantly, on the statement.
”Right this way, please; I’m taking care of you, Dears..” Aloe promises, as she is stepping into the room.
”Based on your booking, I will start off with the special manicure you were requesting, Twilight; I hope this will be to your satisfaction, for the both of you!” Aloe offers, as she is leading us towards the room she had set aside for the both of us.
”I know you will, Aloe; Rarity speaks highly of you, so I had to book you for this special treat!” Twilight responds, cheerfully.
”A special treat, for a special occasion; I guess you could say, and I certainly am looking forwards to it!” I point out.
”Right this way, Dears!” Aloe exclaims; lifting her right hand, extending the palm of her hand and presses it onto the plaque; only to spread her fingers wide and opens the door before us.
She enters the room, with Twilight and me in tow; only for the door to swoosh shut quietly behind me, as I had cleared the threshold. She is indicating for me to take the seat on the right, and Twilight the seat on the left; examining the pre-made preparations, ascertaining that everything had been properly prepared so she does not have to take a step aside to fetch or swap anything.
I take my seat, sitting down on the crystal-clear silicone cushion she had indicated, as I am watching Twilight taking her seat beside me. There are just a few feet between the two of us, so it will be a shared adventure and experience; just as Twilight had booked, for us to enjoy together.
Once I am seated, I lean back, placing my hands on the armrests on the right and left respectively; noting the small desk before me, where all the items had been lined up for her.
”Just relax, Dears; and I will treat you to the manicure you were looking forwards to..” she offers, in her ever-so lovable voice and manner we had come to love her for.
”A deep purple should be the hue for you; but do you want it in metallic or fluorescent now?” she inquires.
”Yes, please..” I respond; ”but if I have to choose, metallic is always right!” I confirm.
While this process would have made due, with a regular crystal clear gel; but the purple and metallic would still enhance the appearance, for the purpose at hand. I may not be Rarity, but I don’t turn down the radiance; I enjoy looking my best, just as I want for my friend Twilight as well.
”I am sure, she knows I have been here earlier..” I ponder; ”just as I know, she could have confirmed exactly what treats I had had, and which I had been satisfied with and enjoyed!” I conclude.
As I watch, Aloe is picking up the vial containing the requested purple nail-polish or lacquer; uncapping it, before she starts up. She is placing the small brush at the root of the thumb-nail, at the middle and draws it down over the top; continuing right and left, right and left. She continues, coating the nail, in the same manner; under the nail, before she is sealing the nail in by drawing the brush from the right and left corners all the way around.
As she had finished the thumb-nail, she continues nail by nail until she finished the pinkie finger’s nail; before she is repeating the process with the nails of the left hand as well.
Now, she is capping the vial, putting it aside; since she had finished the polishing of my nails. In context, she is ignoring the fact that I am wearing a pair of gloves; the effect will carry through, leaving my finger-nails painted in the purple hue I had chosen. Of course; Twilight had enjoyed her treat, while aloe was treating me.
There is a timer, meeting out the time when the lacquer had cured; ”Ping!” is heard; denoting the lacquer is cured and hard enough to touch, safely.
”Oh..” I mouth, then Twilight snickers.
”Can you turn your palms up, please; so that I can continue, with your treat!” Aloe offers, and I eagerly comply.
”But of course..” I respond, and Twilight is echoing my response.
”Then, by all means; I will continue..” Aloe puts forth, as she is uncapping the vial.
In place of the regular, crystal clear gel; she had chosen a bright cerise gel, and highly viscous at that.
I feel the gel spreading out, over the touch-pad, as she is covering and coating the touch-pad. I notice how she is starting at the outer rim, circling all the way into the center; before she continues, to circle back out to the rim once more. Only stopping, as the gel is coating the entire touch-pad.
She had started on my right hand, of course, applying the gel to the touch-pad of the thumb. From there, she continues with the next touch-pad, one by one until she had completed each of the five touch-pads of my right hand; only to start over, repeating the process with the touch-pads of my left hand.
Each touch-pad is slowly absorbing the gel until completely saturated; whereupon the gel starts to cure, glowing for but a brief moment as it is curing. Once the gel had cured, the touch-pad is more sensitive. Its surface is rougher, grabbier and the hue is brighter and more saturated than it had been before.
What a shock, how could I possibly have figured it out?
Either way, she is repeating the process: once, twice and thrice. With each application, the effect is growing more and more pronounced.
As she had finished the application of gel onto the touch-pads; she caps the vial, and pick up the next vial.
While I am watching, she is producing the silicone white gel for my suction-cups; applying it in the same manner, she had used in treating my touch-pads. It only takes more time; than it had for each and every touch-pad taken together, than it had to apply the gel to a single suction-cup.
Like before, she is applying the gel to the left hand, once she had finished the right hand. Waiting for the gel to saturate the suction-cup and cure; before she could start all over again, repeating the process.
Just as before, she is repeating the process: once, twice and thrice.
With each application, the suction grows stronger and more distinctly pronounced; but it is also easier to control, just as it is more and more temperamental in its expression. If I am excited, tired, happy or sad is influencing how my suction hold and where and when it applies.
”Looking good, looking good..” I mouth, as I am observing aloe performing her job.
Once more, she is capping the vial, putting it back where she had picked it up; before she produces the can of suction for my hooves, and the frog of the hoof more precisely. She applies the gel to the entire hoof, from the top to the bottom; before she is coating the frog itself, where its primary function will be focused.
Applying the gel on the right hoof, then on the left. Permitting my hoof to absorb it, until it had been saturated; whereupon the gel cures and thus enhances the suction in a manner, similar to identical to the gel applies to the suction-cups of my hands.
Once the gel had cured, she starts over; repeating the process right and left: once, twice and thrice.
The third and final layer of the gel had cured and Aloe caps the can; before she is producing the hoof-polish or lacquer, uncapping it for the next stage of the use. Twilight is winking conspiratorially at me, and I wink back at her; signifying I had picked up, upon what she had in mind.
Twilight had chosen a pair of gloves for me, intended to accomplish what she had in mind for me; though she is wearing a pair of identical gloves, in order to share the experience with me. Thus, she had booked the treat for us to have the same treat.
”Just as I had been wearing a pair of gloves, as I was playing and adjusting my hands before; I am wearing a pair of gloves now, permitting me to adjust my hands into a pair of Equine hooves. Fore-hooves, matching the hind hooves she is currently working with.
She had chosen the bloody red Ruby, to polish my hind-hooves with; but a matching Amethyst for my fore-hooves.
Only this time, the suction-gel is making the frog of my hooves a bright cerise, matching the hue of the touch-pads.
Naturally, she is repeating the process of the hind hooves; for my fore-hooves, leaving me with four Equine hooves, as she had finished the process.
However, I am in no hurry; we stay seated side by side, not just waiting for the process to be completed and the last application of gel cured.
As the process of performing the hooficure for each of my four hooves had been completed; aloe is standing up, looking at me with a wide grin. I am smiling back at her, satisfied and happy with the work she had just done for me.
”Thank you, Aloe!” I exclaim, praising her for the exquisite and very pleasurable job she had just completed.
In the chair beside me, Twilight is thanking and complimenting her Aloe for the service rendered to her.
”I hope you do not mind, remaining seated for a moment longer; you would not want to ruin the effect, of the hooficure, by putting your hooves onto the floor prematurely!” she offers.
”Thank you, Aloe.” Twilight responds; ”I am quite happy, to remain seated; for as long as it takes, in order to ensure that your effort is by no means diminished in the least!” she continues.
”Thank you, Twilight..” Aloe offers; ”Could I by chance tempt you, with a cup of tea?” she then inquires.
”By all means; thank you, Aloe!” she responds.
Aloe is stepping out of the room, preparing the tea for the both of us. Brewing a large pot of Celestial tea; carrying the pot and the two unicorn cups on the trey and place the cups on the tables before the two of us, respectively; before she is pouring the tea into the cups, for the two of us.
She is leaving the pot on a small tray, she is placing on a table she had placed between the tables before the two of us.
She had brought a bowl of sugar beside the pot, aside from a small bottle of milk; just in case, either of us were to desire either.
Since I am a unicorn, I just pick up the two cubes of sugar directly from the bowl and slip them into my cup; before I pick up the diminutive teaspoon and stir the tea in order to make the sugar blend properly.
Once I am happy with the tea, I lift up the cup; taking a slow sip, enjoying the delicious tea Aloe had prepared for Twilight and me. I notice, how Twilight is mirroring my action; picking the sugar and stirring the tea before she is lifting up the cup and takes a sip of her own.
While the process had required us to keep our hooves off of the floor, for only a few minutes; Aloe is leaving us alone, only refilling the pot of tea, if and when we had emptied it. Likewise, she had filled up the bowl of sugar; if and when we needed more. Since she soon notice, we had not touched the milk; she is carrying it back, depositing it in the fridge.
Maybe half an hour later; ”Ping” is heard, denoting it is perfectly safe to stand up; but we remain seated, enjoying the rest of the tea for several minutes more.
”Any chance, we could enjoy a mud-bath?” I inquire, just as Aloe is returning.
”The Royal Lavender Aspic Girl’s blend?” she inquires; ”But alas; yes; you certainly could do that!” she then responds, snickering.
”Thank you, Aloe!” Twilight exclaims, readying herself to raise to her hooves.
”The Princess bath..” Aloe ponders; ”Even if we had to make some further development and refinement in order to perfect the mud!” she ponder, gleefully with a grin on her face.
”As a matter of fact; I think I will have to recommend this cause of action in the strongest!” she then proposes.
”Ooh!” I mouth, as my lips are forming a Capital Oh.
”Anything, to enhance the experience of your visit; aside from making the most of your time, while you are here!” Aloe points out.
”I thought so, it’s what Rarity keeps insisting..” Twilight mumbles.
Aloe is leading us out of the room. On her way, she is filling out the new booking; letting the Receptionist know we desire a Mud Bath.
As she takes us into the room with the pool, the mud is already starting to flow into the fairly small pool for two.
”For some reason, new options tend to have an upsurge; just after it had been announced, on the menu!” Aloe mouths, as she is directing us into the room.
”Novelty is always a hit..” Twilight responds, with a snicker; ”but if it has Princess in it; you know they want to try it..” I fill in.
”This particular blend has already attracted a small but very devout group of followers..” Aloe enlightens us; ”however, certain aspects of this product; is warranting special attention, aside from what it may promise certain people!” she concludes.
”Isn’t it part, of the allure; what these aspects is holding up, if used safely?” I inquire; ”and there may be other uses, for this product; if marketed correctly, to the administers of specific services?” Twilight continues.
”If you conscent, to partake; I can see the excitement, and the joy in its use..” Aloe acknowledges; which is exactly why I permitted the product to be developed in the first place; ”You are quite correct, Twilight; this product could be very practical and useful, in specific situations in the hands of the responsible people in these services!” she concludes.
I wink, at Twilight, as I am reforming my hands once more. She responds, in kind; then her fore-hooves reverts into a pair of Human hands once more.
”Let’s have some fun..” I suggest; ”but of course!” Twilight responds.
”Should be just about right, to slip into the mud now; if you prefer to enter early..” Aloe explains; ”based on the discussion of the development of this product and its future uses; you may consider helping me out, to explain how it holds up right now!” Aloe concludes.
”It is an honour, and a pleasure; for me to take part in the development, of this product!” Twilight offers, with a grin spreading over her face.
”One interesting and very important change, is that it is no longer depending on the temperature in the room or the mud as it had been last time; can modulate a frequency, to control the viscosity of your mud to your requirements..” Aloe explains.
”Oh.” Twilight and I chorus as one.
”If you like, I could place a control by the side of your pool..” she offers; ”but I still have an override, just in case!” she then explains.
”Safety, above all..” I respond, and Twilight agrees wholeheartedly.
”Depending on how this is panning out, I may have to request a special modification for rooms to service..” Aloe concedes, on her way out.
Twilight enters the pool with a diminutive splash, just as the door had closed behind Aloe, and I climb into the pool a mere moment later.
”Crystal-clear..” I note; ”just as I like it!” I conclude.
”Yes, it looks good, not to mention how it feels to emerge oneself into this mud!” Twilight responds.
”Let me see, if I could control it from where I stand..” I suggest.
”By all means, please do go ahead.” she responds.
”Viscosity” reads the title of the first dial.
”Now, if it works; I could make the mud thicker if I increase its viscosity!” I prompt.
”Yes, that does sound about right..” she confirms; ”Please, raise the viscosity at your discretion..” she then instructs me with a gleeful grin on her face.
”Scientist Mode” the virtual label on Twilight’s forehead reads, as she is becoming enthralled by the prospect of research.
I just snicker, as I reach out, increasing the viscosity, as per instructions. In reaction, I can feel the mud grow thicker, albeit slowly. Maybe it is just geared to be low, for safety; based on this product being new, and barely explored.
”I am here, so it should be safe, I pronounce; ”and if need be, Aloe should be able to get us out of it..” I suggest.
”Yes, exactly!” she just responds.
”Now, if you could just lower yourself further; so that you can immerse yourself, completely?” I suggest.
”Of course..” she responds, as she starts to lower herself down gradually.
As she is immersing herself, I raise the viscosity to the level I think should be just right.
”This feels good!” she offers; ”Yes, this should be just right for this!” I respond; watching her immersing herself completely.
For the briefest of moments; the mud covers her entire form, while she is staying under the surface.
She soon emerge from under the surface; patting herself, to confirm how thick the mud coverage on her skin is. Satisfied, she permits her arms to fall to the sides and she is relaxing.
”Now, if you were to step out of the pool, for just a moment; I will then perform a few more adjustments, to see how this came out..” I submit, and she moves to the side of the pool.
”Yes..” she responds, as she climbs up onto the floor beside the pool and walks a few feet away, stopping.
”Elasticity” the title of the second dial reads.
”Hold your hands on your hips, then start to climb up the ramp; slowly, slowly, as slowly as you are comfortable with!” I instruct her, while I am fidgeting with the dial and slowly adjust the elasticity upwards to see how it works.
”Oh, oh..” she responds, placing the palms of her hands firmly on her hips and spread her fingers comfortable; ”Okay!” she offers, as she is moving towards the proffered ramp and starts to walk up.
”Oh, oups..” she now mouths; ”Uh, what?” I inquire; ”it starts to feel, almost like drag; but it is mostly pulling down towards the surface of the mud!” she explains.
”Ah, okay!” I respond; ”Oh?” she inquires; ”If you don’t mind, Twilight; I am just dialing up the elasticity of the mud, to see how it works!” I offer; ”Thanks, that makes sense..” she responds, as I had confirmed what she was experiencing.
As she is walking up the ramp., slowly; I continue to dial up the elasticity, but stop before it is actually preventing her to continue her upwards motion.
”There; that should be just fine, for now!” I put forth; ”Yes; this seems just about right, for now!” she concedes, as she walks up onto the dry floor outside the pool.
”Good, good; then I can move on, to the next dial..” I conclude.
”Yes, please do..” she responds, while she continues to walk farther from the pool.
”Stiffness” the next dial reads.
”Just be careful, please..” I offer; ”I am engaging the third dial, now!” I am informing her.
”Okay, just take it slow, so I can explore the experience; so that I can explain, what it feels like..” she responds.
”Maybe you could walk around the pool, at two to three feet’s distance from the edge?” I suggest, as I start dialing up the stiffness, of the mud she is covered with.
”Oh!” she exclaims..”But of course!” she then continues, as she is walking along the side of the pool.
As she continues, it grows overtly obvious that she is encountering a stiffening resistance; as she continues to walk step by step, foot by foot along the side of the pool.
”Whoa!!” she exclaims; ”Whoa!!” she echoes.
”What; is it that stiff, already?” I inquire.
”No, but I was taken by surprise, as it hit home; how much different it is, when I am walking on the floor!” she is explaining.
”Maybe I could, or should increase the elasticity now; since she is clear of the surface, so it can not hold her down!” I ponder, giggling at the idea, I just had.
As I leave the dial, as it is; I move my attention back to the previous dial. I doubt she would notice it, without anything letting on; and so long as she is just walking on the floor, there is nothing to let on. I dial it up. Little by little; but try to reach the point, where I think it should have been right.
”Now, if you could lift up your right hand, from your hip; so you can wave at me, please?” I suggest.
She tries to lift the proffered hand, but soon realize the mud had been dialed up to be more elastic; making it harder for her to lift her hand, off of the hip.
While she is lifting her hand, or at the very least trying; I start dialing up the elasticity further, observing her reaction.
”Uhm, why is it so hard to lift my hand?” she inquires.
”Maybe the mud is more elastic, than you had expected?” I inquire; suggesting the expected reason, without outright telling her what I am doing right now.
”Oh!” she exclaim, snickering; redoubling the effort, putting more effort into lifting her right hand up.
Yet, the hand refuses to come free.
I am dialing the elasticity up further, as I go; countering her efforts, just enough to make the hand stay in place on her hip.
”Are you standing on the deep end, with your back against the wall?” she inquires.
”Yes, but of course!” I respond, with a snicker.
”Good, good..” she merely responds.
”Now, if you could continue the test; where I left off?” she inquires.
”Yes, by all means!” I respond; dialing up the stiffness of the mud further and further as she continues to walk along the side of the pool.
”This is fun, good exercise..” she concedes.
I could not help, but notice; just how slow she is walking now, with the increasing resistance in mind.
”Maybe, just maybe; it is time you stop, and take a proper pose now?” I suggest.
”Just a few feet more, so I can face you?” she suggests.
”Yes, please; that sounds like a good idea!” I respond, waiting for her to reach the preferred spot, where she stops and strike a comfortable pose before me.
From where she stands, with her back up against the wall; she can see me, where I stand. My arms to my side, with barely a few inches between my back and the wall. My legs closed, for the fun of it. I can’t really move, but I had known it; just as I had let Twilight explore, on her own.
Once she had stricken the pose, I start dialing up the stiffness more; ”Here goes, let me see how far I can push it?” I offer.
Covered in an inch thick mud, she manages to part her lips enough to respond; ”Yes, please do..” she prompts.
”Gloss” the title of the next dial reads.
”Let me see, if I can make you into a proper Aspic Girl!” I prompt; as I start to dial up the gloss of the mud, she is coated with.
Of course, even if she can not see herself directly; she can see me, and the surface of the pool I am standing in.
”Beautiful, but scary..” she breathes, in an airy voice.
”I can’t move, now; since the mud is rock hard, covering my entire body!” she ponders.
”Could you take over now, please?” I offer, as I am relinquishing the control.
”For you, any time..” she merely responds, as she is accepting control.
As she is taking over, she is putting the dials to neutral; permitting us to move, once more.
She just leaves the viscosity at a desired high level. She dials up the elasticity, as I am walking through the pool.
As I am reaching the ramp, I feel the resistance, from the thick mud I am walking through.
The further up the ramp I go, the more elastic the mud is; resisting and slowly trying to pull me down, preventing me from walking up the ramp.
However, she leaves the viscosity low enough, for me to be able to walk, and dials down the elasticity to make sure I finally do get up to the floor.
Once I am standing on the side of the pool, she puts the viscosity low enough, for the mud to simply flow off of me.
”Whoa!” I exclaim.
”Do you like it?” she inquires; ”because I had an idea, I wanted to try out..” she explains.
Once we are both dry, she is dialing up the viscosity as far as she dares; before she does the same to the stiffness.
”There, if you would walk out onto the pool; then lie down, as if it had been the floor?” she offers.
As she works the dials; I start to sin, albeit slowly.
”Could you try to cover yourself; with the mud, please?” she suggests.
”Yes, I could..” I respond, as I make my best effort in covering my body with the mud.
”Good, good..” she exclaims, as she once more work the dials, putting a halt to me sinking any further.
Now she makes the mud glossy, once more; Looking good, Miss Aspic!” she then exclaims, in excitement.
I am looking up, at her; then she starts to walk out, towards me. Stopping before my hooves, before she is walking around me; kneeling before me, on my right.
”Whoa?!" I exclaim, looking up at her.
While she is kneeling by my side; she is dialing down as far as she is comfortable with, while keeping the elasticity high.
I still can’t move, but she can touch me; as if I had been lying on the bed, resting. Or, maybe; I am in the vac-bed, on my room? The membrane, holding me in place; leaving me open to suggestions, for her to play with me as she pleases.
After a moment, she is finding it in her, to crawl over me; lying on my belly, placing her lips on mine and kiss me.
Thankfully, I can part my lips; and her tongue is slipping in between my lips, teasing me no end.
”Oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh; oo-oo-ooh, oo-oo-ooh..” I coo.
After ten minutes, or I think it was at least ten minutes; she breaks of and sits up beside me.
”That was fun..” she exclaims.
”Yes, but I think we need to cool down; save the rest, for when we get back to the room..” I suggest.
With that, she is resetting the dials for a comfortable mud bath. I enjoy my time with her by my side; as the almost aspic girl, by the side of another aspic girl. Even if we may be anthropomorphic ponies, by any chance.
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The door is closing behind me, as I am walking into the cloaking room. I take the shoes off, right and left; before I take the boots of, right and left.
Twilight is lifting her right hand, extending the palm and presses it up against the plaque; spreading her fingers, and the door is sliding up before her. She is stepping into the living-room with me in tow.
She walks over to the cinematic sofa, with me in tow; she sits down on one seat, and I take the next.
Once we are both comfortably seated, she is opening the fridge and extracts a pair of Rad-Cola cans; handing me one, before she promptly opens her own and takes a good sip.
I open my can, taking a sip; then we enjoy the company, drinking the cola.
”Ah, that was good..” I sigh, just as my can is empty.
”Let’s walk up to the bed room..” she suggests, winking at me.
”Yes, that sounds like a good idea..” I respond, following her suggestion.
She opens each door for the both of us, in turn; I follow her, a single step behind.
Just as I enter the bed room, the door closes behind me; I alone, with Twilight.
”Just the two of us..” she concedes; ”alone..” I continue; ”Exactly!” she concludes.
”Time, for the fun..” she exclaims.
Based on the idea, I have; I walk up to the wardrobe and turn my back on it, before I am spreading my hooves wide. Now, I lift up my hands; spreading my fingers wide, pressing the palms of my hands firmly onto the smooth surface behind me.
This, is when she is stepping up to me; parting her lips, kissing me gently.
As my excitement spokes, I hear a squeak; my hooves had stuck to the floor, just as my hands have stuck to the wall behind me.
She is placing the palms of her hands, onto my hips; holding me in a firm grip, enjoying the moment.
”Squeak!” is heard, as her excitement is spiking a moment after me.
”Is this, what we paid for?” I ponder, in stark realization.
Before, my suction would still have been more than enough to hold my hooves in place; now it caused my hooves to bond with the floor, leaving me excited and incapable of even sliding a hoof an inch to the side.
As long as I maintain the kiss, there would be little chance of release or pulling free.
I feel her tongue sliding in and out, in and out; lolling slowly in my mouth, as she is enjoying my predicament. Just that she is stuck, just as I am.
As she is breaking the kiss, I am gasping for air.
As she is breaking the kiss, I am gasping for air.
I struggle to pull my hands off of the wall, but it is more exciting than anything else.
”Twilight, Twilight..” I exclaim, between slightly parted lips.
Now she is teasing me, as she is bending over; but with her hands in place, she is forced to use her lips to pull the skirt down.
She manages to drop the skirt, tight as it is; before she offers my panties the same service, permitting the panties to join the skirt on the floor.
She places her lips on my mound, kissing my orchid; parting her lips and her tongue slides out. She is lapping at the petals of my orchid, coating and covering them with her saliva as I find myself helplessly wet and slippery under her attention.
I can’t break of now, and neither can she; thus she makes a run for it, trying to excite me as much as she possibly can in the hopes of getting lose in the process.
Slowly, her tongue is moving over the petals of my orchid; slowly moving inwards, until the tip of her tongue finally slides in into me. The tip of her tongue, slowly sliding in further and further; inch by inch, before it finally starts sliding back out.
Just before it escapes, it starts sliding back in further and further inside.
In and out, in and out; in and out, in and out.
I am wet, slippery and excited.
Her tongue slipping in between the slippery wet walls in my vagina. The oily slipperiness only makes it easier for her to continue, as I remain perpetually wet, in the excitement she is inducing.
With each lolling of her tongue, she is exciting me, driving me more and more wild.
There is no holding back, but I am under her control; I fall in line, breathing in time with Twilight as she continues to lap away at me and the inside of my orchid.
No escape, I am cornered.
As much as I may try to struggle; to pull at my hands, as well as my hooves, I am stuck in place.
Panting hard, heart aflutter; I am hers, and she holds me in place. She is driving me wild, exciting me, teasing me to the outer limit.
She is Twilight. My Twilight.