One lonely Changeling is plucked out from right under the very nose of her Queen. Placed in an unfamiliar local, will the changeling make it? What will she do, in order to blend in and survive? The Changelings discovers how to Stimulate the Girl.
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 as a full body latex suit, in order to stay undetected.
The deception fails, but she manages to stay safe out of pure luck. Why did the girl accept her?
How will she make it, in her new position? How will she blend in, in order to hide from the perceived threat? Will her new Queen provide and protect her?
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?
I had ended up, standing on the middle of the circular table in Princess Twilight Sparkles castle; only for the table top to light up, flooding my body with the purple light of magic.
Everything went white, permeated by the force of the light overpowering everything; the reality I had come to rely on, included. There is no escape, no way to escape what is to pass.
The next instant, I find myself on the top of a bed. I instinctively react, as the Changeling I am; attempting to take the shape of the nearest object, in the sense of any living creature I could pass up as.
Incidentally, I had turned into a full-body suit. Black is the colour coming before me, as a Changeling.
Reflexes don’t give you time to think or reflect on your situation; I had no options to consider, this full-body suit is what I had turned myself into.
I had only had the time to catch a glimpse of the surrounding, the room in which I had found myself; now I can’t see anything, so I don’t have an idea as to where I am or what I look like. Though I am fairly sure, this is not the home of a Pony. I am not in Equestria anymore.
“How did I end up here?” I ponder.
Fortunately, I did not have much time to ponder, or great over my situation; a girl enters the room, finding me where I lay prone over her bed. As luck would have it, my head is over where her pillow is resting. My feet, facing downwards.
”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 best.
The suit lay 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; black, glossy and smoother than I possibly could have been expecting. 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 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!)
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.
“She is warm!” I ponder.
“Hope she will like me wearing her!” I ponder; “You don’t mind, if I put you on?” I inquire, as if I had been expecting her to respond.
Well; at least, she did not protest. If she did not protest; she would not mind me, at least trying her on? Am I imagining it, or is this just wishful thinking?
I end up, caressing her shoulders for several minutes; as if I had expected her to enjoy my care, making her more willing to be worn by me. Well, why not? Either way, it feels good to me; in a strange way, I can’t quite put words on.
Slowly, I am lifting her up; turning her to face me, as if she would appreciate to see me face-to-face. Even though I know she has no face, and thus could not possibly see me.
It does not feel weird, to me; but now I imagine, seeing her nodding her approval. As if she were telling me, she was accepting me, permitting me to wear her.
Since I could not wear her backwards; I turn her face forwards; before I lift up my right foot, slowly slipping my foot into her. She eagerly swallows my foot and I continue to slide it all the way down; only to lift up my left foot, sliding it into the tight entrance in her neck.
Once I realize, I had forgotten to take my clothes off; it is already to late, too late by far. I just could not make myself slipping out, in order to take my clothes of.
I feel the liquid elasticity of her skin slowly spreading over me, my skin; as she slowly slide up my body.
“Huh??” I exclaim; as I realize what is happening, without realizing how or why.
Before I knew it, the socks find themselves on my bed; before my panties, skirt, top and blouse follow.
“Okay, that is weird!” I breathe.
My skin feels slippery and moist; as if I had been sweating, or covered with a lubricating gel. Possibly, but how and why? I have no idea. Yet, I find myself enjoying the intimate sensation.
Only a few minutes after I had started putting my suit on, I find myself covered with her tight embrace from the neck down.
“Oh, oh, ooh!” I breathe, excited.
Only, there is a faint echo; as if she was expressing herself, just half an instant after me.
I feel her warmth, now covering me, my skin; even between my toes and everywhere else.
While she is indeed skintight, she still does contract more in certain places; not that I mind, it just puts emphasis on my assets in its own way. I can’t make myself complain, as I realize that I love how she makes me feel.
While she is a deliciously glossy black, she feels as if she had been the skin I had been born with all the same. I just can’t quite put a finger on how or why. Maybe she is distracting me, a bit too much for me to focus? Not that I mind, I quite enjoy what she is doing for me. Or, to me, is it?
I don’t like complaining, even though I know it may be the best or only way on occasion. Only now, it is the wrong and the worst way to react.
While I may worry, a bit; but it does not get in the way of how I feel, or diminish these feelings in the least. Maybe, just maybe; I am worrying about how to extract myself from within the suit, or how to perform certain functions while inside
Yet, she makes me feel so good; I subconsciously project my love for her, and what she is doing for me.
While I thought I had enjoyed the feeling; the sensation of the tight, smooth Latex or Rubber covering my skin, but she permitted me to understand the depth of what I feel about it now. Even if she isn’t made out of either Latex or Rubber. She just mimics the feeling and sensation of the suit.
As exciting, as that Latex suit may have been; it can’t compare with the warmth and intimacy, of the suit I am wearing now.
What would I do without her, now as I know of her? Could I live without her? Could I let go of her, or give her up? No.
Had I never found her in my room, on my bed; I would have been blissfully ignorant, thus never knowing what I would have been missing.
“Just, just..” I respond, as I stop short of opening the door; “did you just insert a plug?” I inquire.
“Yes..” she plainly responds; “and I could adjust its size or remove it, as you please!” she continues, explaining.
“Oh.. oh.. oh!” I moan; “That is so awesome!” I proclaim, just a bit out of breath.
“Then..” she responds; “I could fill you up?” she inquires, asking for confirmation.
“Slow..” I respond; “but be very careful; not to push too fast, or too far!” I breathe.
“Yes…” she merely responds, as I can feel the plug slowly slide further in, into me.
“If this is an internal plug, you can’t detect, without trying to pull my panties of..” I ponder, as I enjoy the slightly added pressure applies evenly across my panties.
“Oh, oh..” I sigh, as I feel pressure applied to my mound, as well.
“There..” she suggests; “all filled up!” she supplies; “Comfortable?” she inquires.
“Uhm, yes..” I respond; “quite comfortable; if I could say so, myself!” I confirm.
With that, I subconsciously slide my right hand in under my skirt; sliding the middle finger over my mound, feeling the slit sliding over the finger.
“Squishy!” I respond, as I feel my flesh eagerly accepting the caressing touch I am applying.
“Wet!!” she suggests, snickering; “Success!” she declares.
I slowly withdraw my hand, but the sensation persists and I find myself flushed in response.
Only the suit prevents my blush to show on my face, as my skin remains a light skin-tone complexion.
“I think it is time, to head to the Girls’ Room!” she is suggesting.
“Yes, I guess it is!” I respond, as I am extending my right hand; pulling the door open, before I am walking out of my room.
The light pitter-patter of bare feet is heard, as I walk over the floor. I slowly, carefully close the door to my room behind myself; before I continue to walk towards the door to the Girls’ Room, which is my Destination.
I feel fairly comfortable, yet find myself a bit nervous and shy. Are my steps louder, than they use to be? But no, none is turning their head towards me. Maybe I am just imagining things?
As I am reaching the door, I extend my hand towards the handle and open the door with practiced ease; stepping into the small and cramped room, before I am closing the door behind myself.
First now, I realize I had forgotten to flip the light on; frantically putting an effort into calming myself down. I feel my right arm move on its own, extending towards the Light switch; the next moment, the Room is light. I can see everything, just as I had been expecting.
Everything is where I had been expecting. Well, why not? If they had not been, where I had been expecting them to be, I would have a very real reason to be scared, right now. Wouldn’t I?
Even if I am not the only one to use this facility, everything still remains in place.
I take the final step towards the Toilet, turn around and sit down; only taking the time to slide my skirt down, before I am opening the toilet in order to use it. I always close it, after use.
As I sit down, relaxing; I feel the smooth plastic, cold under my rump. Well, what had I been expecting? At least, it is a very familiar feeling.
“Let’s have some fun!” she ponders.
“Oh.. oh!” I gasp, as I feel my anal plug slowly grow larger, slowly extending further inside.
As the Plug extends, it is opening up; I hear the noises, as I am relieving myself.
Now I feel the panties pressing over my mound, before I feel the pressure diminishing and hear the noise of the squirt.
“Aaaah…” I sigh, in content.
“I have you covered..” I hear her explaining; “no need to worry; I can handle this for you, you are still pristinely fresh!” she concludes.
“Ah, thanks!” I respond, as I am raising to my feet.
I turn around, flushing; before I am closing the toilet, turning to the basin. Now I turn the water on, washing my hands; knowing that if I did not, my mother would make a fuss and create a stink I don’t want to experience.
With my hands clean, I dry my hands of on my towel; before I start to focus on my make-up.
“You prefer to use the red lips-stick?” she inquires; “and the black mascara?” she continues.
“Pretty much…” I respond, quietly.
As I am ogling the reflection of my face, in the Mirror; I can see my Lips taking on a golden hue, glistering and glittering in the light in the small room.
“Whoa…!” I gasp in surprise.
Then I notice, how my cheeks are taking on a more subdued golden hue. Just like a Blush or Rouge, but Gold in place of the traditional red hue. Surprisingly enough, I find the choice bold as it may be; fitting me quite nicely, if I could say so myself.
“Eye-Lashes are black!” she states, firmly; “Long, glossy and curved up is the only way!” she then concludes.
“Yes..” I respond; “but, of course!” I agree, wholeheartedly.
“Good thing, none is hearing us; I would never hear the End of it, and I doubt I could live it down in a Million years!” I ponder.
“We would not want that…” she suggests, with a quiet snicker.
“What we do want, is just a hint of glorious Gold to your Eyes!” she suggests.
“I had never even considered Golden Eye Shadow; but the fact that I had never seen it in the store, just may have played into that!” I realize.
“Why should we let that get in the way?” she proposes.
“Yes, exactly!” I respond; “Why, indeed!” I conclude.
“Since your business here is done, it is time to step out…” she puts forth.
With that, I turn to the door, opening it; before I am stepping out of the small room, only switching the light out before I leave the room and close the door behind myself.
“Guess it is time for breakfast!” I ponder.
I lift up my right hand, pinching my lower lip; only to feel the smooth surface, aside from the highly elastic rubbery skin covering my face.
The mirror had told me everything I did need to know; my face is fine, and my Make-Up is perfect for me.
With the subdued noises of the Pitter-Patter of my soft feet; I walk over to the stairs, before I continue down the flight of stairs to the ground floor.
“Good Morning, Sunshine!” Mum exclaims, as she spot me as I had just walked down the flight of Stairs; “Breakfast is served!” she points out.
“Thank you!” I exclaim, as I continue towards the breakfast table.
“Thanks for the delicious Breakfast, Mom!” I exclaim, as I raise to my feet.
I push the chair back in, under the table, before I finally do leave the table.
I walk up the stairs to my room, opening the door; step in and close the door behind myself.
“Never knew Breakfast could be so filling!” she puts forth, while I am walking over to my bed.
“You never had a Mother?” I inquire, as I am sitting down on my bed; swinging my feet up onto the bed and lie down comfortably.
“No, not really..” she responds; “If I had had one, I would never have been here!” she explains, with a heavy heart.
“In which case, you would never have ended up on my bed; then I would never have met you, and I would never know the joy of the Suit you became for me!” I put forth.
“Well, yes..” she responds; “and I would never have known the joy, of being your Suit, either!” she then points out.
“Of course; you could have ended up anywhere else, other than on my bed?” I inquire.
“I guess I could…” she responds, as I finally notice my hands are moving up towards my breasts.
The next moment, I find myself cupping my breasts; grouping myself, feeling my squishy cups under my hands.
“Wait, what?” I exclaim, trying to pull my hands back.
“You are such a Tease!” I put forth, as I find myself incapable of pulling my hands off of my breasts.
Not because she tried to resist; but because the skin of my hands had fused to the skin of my breasts, before I had managed to regain the control of my hands.
“So delightfully Squishy..” she only teases; “I love the soft and squishy flesh of your breasts!” she explains.
“Oh..” I respond; “oh, oh?” I inquire.
“Yes, exactly..” she suggests; “maybe this is part of being female?” she offers.
“Well; I am a girl, after all!” I put forth; “Aren’t you?” I inquire, curiosity piqued.
“You could say that..” she puts forth; “even if we were used to taking the form of the Pony we were supposed to stand in for!” she explains.
“Pony?” I inquire; I guess that would explain why you felt Equine?” I suggest; as an answer, confirming a previous Observation.
“Well, yes..” she responds; “we live side by side with Ponies, dependent on their Love!” she then elaborates.
“Oh…” I respond.
“Your love is saturating the very air around you, but the more focused it is, the easier it is to absorb it!” she explains.
“Almost..” I start; “like a plant absorbing the light hitting its leaves?” I inquire.
“That is the Ultimate solution..” she puts forth; “but we were ordered to rip it from the Ponies..” she explains, her darker feelings for the act coming to the fore; “it’s a vile abuse, and is harmful to the Pony who is Victimized in this manner..” she continues, with a shudder to her voice; “furthermore; it degrades the Love, as well as damage our Hive in various ways as an effect!” she concludes.
“If you can thrive, off of just being my Suit..” I put forth; “it feels as if you prefer this?” I inquire.
“Thrive?” she inquires; “My needs are met, I am perfectly content!” she points out.
“To the best of my understanding; no Changeling has ever been content, we are always Hungry in the Hive!” she explains.
“Perfectly content..” I put forth; “the ultimate state of being!” I suggest.
“If only..” she mouths; “but it can not last, for long!” she then points out.
“It is not in my Nature, to stay content..” I point out; “once I get used to the situation, I tend to get restless..” I continue; “searching for something!” I conclude.
“But..” she intones; “You are filling up a great void in my Life!” she points out.
“Oh!!” I exclaim; “Like a life’s partner, one you soon find yourself not capable of living without?” I inquire.
“Yes, something like that..” she responds; “I feel, as if I am becoming ready to settle down here!” she puts forth.
“Wonderful..” I respond; “I feel the same, even if I can’t see us as a Family!” I put forth.
“While it may not be my places to say it, as a Changeling..” she concedes; “but this is just so much more, than just a friendship and sharing time hanging out!” she explains.
“No?” I inquire; as I continue grouping my breasts, trying to pull my hands off of my breasts while enjoying it more than I could have been expecting.
“You really do enjoying this, grouping your breasts?” she now inquires.
“I usually don’t, and not just based on modesty or anything..” I respond; “but you made it feel so good, I can’t quite make myself stop right now!” I explain.
“You like the feeling of your Companion doing it?” she inquires; “or; in the squishiness, I have managed to imbue them with?” she inquires, snickering in delight.
“These are still my hands, but it still does feel different..” I respond; “No point in denying it, is there?” I inquire.
“Question is..” she puts forth; “what else is there, you have not yet explores..” she continues; yet, you will discover that you enjoy!” she concludes.
“I am not sure..” I respond; “I don’t know, I do not even know if I want to know!” I continue; “Yet; I think I will love to explore it, with you!” I suggest.