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Princess of Desire [Soft Stroke x Deante]

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While she wasn't reading Girl's mind, the domme had a sense of the incredulity going through her sub. All of this was not what she was used to, clearly, and it seemed unnecessary, but was done out of duty to her role. "That's enough. I get the feeling that when it comes to giving pleasure, you prefer the blunt approach. Find what your partner likes, then hammer that until they gush. So all this might seem like gilding a lily."

As she spoke, the woman reached into the basket again, and retrieved another toy. This she merely held at the base, and regarded it. "It's a bit cliche to use a food metaphor for sex, but I'm sure you've had very fine dining before. A lot of care goes into that food. Artistry. A dash of this, a drop of that, and then all worked to have a nice presentation. When all you really need for a sating meal, is say buttered bread and wine." Using her toy, the mare stroked Girl's cheek. "Not every orgasm need be a five star chef putting on a palace dinner party, nor do you throw everything in the kitchen into it, but. Some finesse and spice is nice. This isn't just any orgasm. It is you, performing, serving."

Again that villain's smile. "So. It's my turn." Her horn glowed, the aura wrapping around the rubber toy in her grasp, and around Girl. In moments, the white unicorn felt it--felt a hand holding her...her cock. Yes. She was feeling what Miss did to the toy, as if it were her own. As if she had one. And for a minute or two she simply touched the toy, letting Girl orient herself. Experience the touch for the first time, and what sensation was like for reference. The heat and friction of a palm. The tickle of a finger under the glans.

Then the mare's horn glowed again, and this time it was her hand that lit. Now the sensation was new. It was wet. It was hotter. And with the flex of her fingers, it was like a mouth sucking on the shaft. And once more she went through rudimentary motions, letting Girl experience. It became clear; fingers held the sensation of lips, the wrap of them like a mouth, and it was manipulation tath gave the suction. The simple bobbing of a head. Of suction. Of lips on the tip.

Only then did the real demonstration begin. Her fist went down fast, then drew back slow. As it climbed, the suction was tight, dragging, dragging, only to relax just behind the head. Again. Then again. Her motions then were just the head, sucking it at varying intensities, and tugging at it. Grip loosening, she held the tip in her grasp and then rolled her wrist, like she were stirring a pot. Then tightened again, the suction wicked, and dropped her fist, but turned as it went down, then twisted the opposite as it rose. Finally it went back to the fast down, then slow up. Finally it ended with a faster show, a fuller, clear effort meant to finish a stallion off.

Through all of this, she watched the mare's face, both to savor her reactions, and monitor her state of arousal; if Girl might be close to orgasm, would slow down, tease, but not let it build. Yet as she came to the end of that little demonstration, she asked, "Tell me...how does all of that compare to this?" And she repeated the technique that Girl had demonstrated.
 
The way that Miss described the tastes was something that took Girl, more than a little bit of time to wrap her head around. Firstly, the idea that Miss had just seen right through her was rather, worrying in a sense. She herself was one that prided on not letting others see what was beyond her mask. If that was the case, she needed to be more careful here. Letting her emotions run wild might let out her secret, which would likely put Miss in a... very different situation. Still, it was more or less just telling that Miss could read it on her face, even if Girl herself didn't show anything. Her body language must have just given her right away from it all. If that was the case, then it only made her wonder how Miss had come to grow this strong so quickly.

It took an awful good deal not to immediately hit a peak from the new sensation. As a mare that had only ever experienced life as a mare, this magical touch was one that was perhaps far more amplified than normal. IT was such a different feeling... it was almost more crude, blunt with its feelings. The cock itself wasn't like how her own sex was laid out, making for one touch more of a calming warmth against a slow and sliding thrust. It was almost flat, while the female's pleasure was sharp. She couldn't fully describe it. For now, she just looked Miss dead in the eye and watched her as she began to toy around with the, well, toy, content to put forward as to what exactly the mare was planning to do.

In almost a show of stubbornness, it was at first Miss' intention not to say anything, simply out of her own idea that her hundreds of years experince were better. Yet just taking the time to truly have fun with the shaft was something that was... intoxicating. It was hard not to lose herself in it, to almost believe as the pleasure washed over her that this was, indeed, something that belonged to her. Each lick, each suck, it all felt real, with magic connecting them through. Girl was clearly holding back what she felt, letting out a bit lip here, a soft groan there, a twitch of the eye there, all of which was being held back. Was it stubbornness? Resentment? Or just her having to figure out how to handle it? Just each motion of sucking felt different and yet all connected, like individual threads of pleasure woven together into a beautiful crescendo that all came together to leave Girl panting slightly and reaching up to gently bite her thumb as she thought of how to truly, and fully, respond to it.

"...That was, a rather.... that was something I don't know how to put into words," Girl panted, trying to work on dropping the formality, "...It felt, amazing, that is what I can say..." That was when her own technique was put to rest. Her own was... far more straightforward. Both would get the job done, and perhaps hers had its merits. but it left her at a moment of pure defeat as she just simply sighed at the end as she twitched from all over her body in pleasure, "....It was, far better than I could ever do, Miss. I'm sorry for thinking of my own as superior." She lowered her head, a bit of true shame going through her. Just feeling the difference was humbling, to an extent that it left her without any other words to say.
 
Miss could tell the mare was holding back. That was disappointing, as she wanted to be smug in seeing Girl rocked by it all. That and, she just enjoyed the display. Guessing it was pride, or more likely trying to hold back an orgasm, Miss let her have that resistance for now. So when her sub expressed awe, it did give her a bit of satisfaction, both in giving pleasure that had never been experienced, and in proving her case so soundly.

Reaching out, she cupped Girl's jaw and lifted it. "Everyone is biased towards themselves." There was more she wanted to show Girl. Among other things, making eye contact and otherwise putting on a visual show. That was a lesson for another day. Once more her horn glowed, and her hand, the toy, and Girl sparkled and tingled a moment before the spell faded. "But apparently you still have enough focus and mind to think clearly. You've yet to hit subspace. Let's see if we can correct that."

Dropping the dick into the basket, she retrieved a simple set of wrist cuffs. Cinching the leather around Girl's wrists, she then seized Girl by the ear and proceeded to drag her like a naughty foal over to the center of the room. There rose a post, dotted along its length with d-rings. And here she bound Girl to it, arms above her head.

Slap! Miss clapped her palm across one of the mare's ass-cheeks. Immediately a pop!to the other. She paced in a semi-circle, slapping the bound woman on the rump, the thigh, the side of a breast, anywhere there was enough fat on her to safely take it. The intensity varied, from moderate to wicked. That though was only spanking, and when her hand started to get sore, the unicorn's horn glowed and her crop came to her. She claimed it, and began biting Girl's flesh, adding the sharp sting to spots that had thusfar suffered the thud. Then she switched between the two without warning. Spiced in between the beatings were smaller, pettier motions. The jab of a thumb into a pressure point, forcing Girl to turn her body for the next strike. Yanking her tail. Just flat out biting the mare's ear at one point. Miss really tested the woman's pain threshold, not just what she could take, but gauging what she reacted most to.

Testing her was important, but what Miss really wanted was to force the mare into subspace. To render her mind floating, to banish any complicated thoughts, to leave Girl intoxicated on the sensations and above all, surrendered completely to domination. There were signs, but she prompted the mare. Every so often she would say, "Enjoying this?" or "How about now?" or "Tell me how you feel?" Listening out for Girl's voice to take on a more dreamy quality, or (especially in her case) the word choice to go simplistic. (Although could such a refined woman, who had obvious trouble being blunt, then speak monosyllables even when reduced to such a reflexive state?)
 
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Girl was doing her best to let go of the feelings of her own technique being superior. It was petty, and Miss clearly was there to teach her. She'd asked for this, meaning that those thoughts melted away rather quickly. She was eager to see what the mare had in plan for her, which apparently involved cuffs. While she'd tried bondage once or twice before, never had it been this rough. Just being taken like that, a princess being hefted up and then dragged by her ear, it got a groan of delight from her. Not the pain, but the roughness of it. Just having Miss drag her along felt good. She wanted more of that.

"...I admit, I've never done something like this before," Miss hadn't restricted her speech yet, so as she was strung up with her hands above her head she needed to at least voice there was some territory here she hadn't hit. Girl was into the idea of it, not necessarily ready for it all. But she held her tongue not by obligation, but by anticipation. She wanted to know what Miss had in store for her. So she kept silent, watching Miss, seeing what she was doing, right up until she felt the first smack on her body and everything became both white hot and crystal clear at the same time.

Rather than speak, all that Girl did was squeal out as she felt the strikes. Each one elicited some shriek from her. Strikes on her ass made her moan whorishly, her breasts being punished was a bit more of a pained moan but one that made her jut her chest out nonetheless. Her legs were sensitive enough that attacking her thighs actually hurt in a bad way, making her jerk her legs back. She was waiting a bit for the mare to say something, but that wasn't even the whole show. She was trying her hardest just to get her head on straight, to feel what it was that Miss was doing to her. All the petty little jabs, they just heightened the sensations.

"T-the legs hurt, p-please stop the legs!" Girl begged out after awhile, "I-It feels good, f-feels... feels..." A bit of lust was truly running down her thigh by now. The pain was putting her mind in a heightened state, but that was taxing. Taxing enough that she was slowly falling down into the subspace. Another yank to her tail and a slap on the ass. She jerked her head back, which left her breasts open for a harder strike. She jerked forward and quaked, her body feeling sore and pained, but also alive. Alight, even. Such treatment was... "L-Love..." She was beginning to crack, "F-Feels, good.... m-more, please..." She held her rear up in the air. Girl had an insane pain tolerance to be able to take all this beating and still ask for more. Or, was she just that slutty she didn't care about the pain? "G-Give me more, p-please, Miss!"
 
Naturally Miss stopped abusing those legs. She had already gotten a sense that they were hurting in the wrong way, and focused on everything above them. Shame, as there are several good spots on the thighs, and calves are fat enough to take a hit or two as well. Sweat glistened on the domme's pelt as she took a breather. This was far more of a workout than she was getting lately, but the results were worth it. She had the mare riding high on the abuse.

Tossing the crop aside, she concluded this was the end of that. Back to the basket, where she retrieved a gag, and bound Girl's head swiftly. Once silenced, she unhooked the mare from the post, and instead transferred her arms behind her back, just above her tail. So confined, Girl was marched back to the couch--and shoved across the arm of it. "You've had your pleasure. Now it's my turn. Be still and quiet, and do not cum. Stomp if you're about to, but I'll be very cross at being interrupted."

With that, she fucked Girl.

Wholly one sided, Miss focused on making herself orgasm as swiftly as possible, seemingly ignoring the mare beneath her as though she were one of the toys the had been playing with. Unless Girl interrupted her, the domme would simply pump until she came, pull free, wipe her wet dick on pink hair, and walk away. The unicorn would be left gagged, tied, dripping.

Treating a sub like this was a bit unusual for the domme. Even if they were into being objectified, she prefered there to be more action and response from them, make them please her, indulge her satisfaction. The usage was treated as casual rather than mechanical. But Girl had brought up being gagged and bound, brought up being used by the two stallions, at her body being wholly belonging to Miss and surrendering to use. Further, Miss thought this treatment would go along with the subspace she was in: just enduring, floating along in a sea of contented use, unable to do more than breathe and twitch. In truth, Miss would have ended the session without sex, but she was both quite worked up, and the experience she wanted Girl to take away from today was a sampling of different BDSM flavors, a blur of highlights to be reflected on later for what was enjoyed most.

Miss left Girl on the couch long enough for her to feel as though she had been tossed aside. Long enough for the domme to clean herself up proper, gather a few things and return. She removed the gag and cleaned the drool, wiped Girl's loins with a damp cloth and did the same to her hair. And then slowly freed her, worked Girl's arms a little, and coaxed the unicorn to lay across her lap. There she rubbed all the spots that had been slapped and whipped. brushed Girl's hair, then tail, then pelt. Pet in long strokes, hugged her, and otherwise held the other woman, cooing softly, repeating "You did very well," and "I'm pleased."
 
Throwing someone into the subspace was a feeling that was hard to describe unless one was inside of it. It wasn't quite being fully out of it; it was simple to still feel lust and react to it accordingly. The smacks and jabs were clearly things that Girl enjoyed; it was less so the pain in the end, however, and more so the idea that someone was just using her like that. It was partially the feeling of someone daring to hurt her like that, someone confident enough to make her squeal and cry out without worrying about what would happen next. Living a life of being confined to just having to deal with being a paragon meant pleasures like that were often out of her reach. And now, Miss was giving them to her.

The gag was something that left her stunned. She hadn't expected for Miss to do that just yet; she'd been very tactical thus far and wanted her to simply tell her what she wanted, so to feel her lips being shut was a new experience. Not an experience that she disliked, but one that she did want to see where it went. That feeling of being used only filled her even more as she was taken down and then thrown down against the couch. Such treatment was exactly what she... what she...

No, there wasn't room for thought like that now that she was getting fucked. It'd been too long since someone had done this. Most stallions were intimidated and wanted to make her feel good. Those that even did want to take her lust seriously didn't do so exactly eagerly either. This, however, was just her being used. She was told not to cum, and so she didn't. Instead, she reveled in the feeling of it. Miss wasn't gentle with her, nor was she even really thinking about her. It was inconsiderate, rude... amazing. Her fingers curled up within their bonds and her body jerked several times feeling her slit just being... pumped. Thought wasn't on her mind, all she was focusing on was that beautiful, delicious sensation. Miss was powerful, raw, something that Girl craved and wished she could have even more of...

And then... it was over. Girl let out a little muffle of surprise as Miss pulled out and left her there. Her mind was left swimming somewhat, trying to handle those last few waves of delight that coursed into her. Not once had she came during the entire time, so part of her focus was waiting for that burning desire to come down. But it soon gave way to loneliness, knowing that Miss had left and she was still bound. She didn't want to move, but she also wanted Miss to come back. It wasn't a good feeling; after leaving her in such a heightened state, making her collapse like this was... cruel.

Then Miss was back, and in a few swirls of motions, Girl was cleaned off and laying in the mare's lap. She panted a few times, getting her senses back to her. The aftercare was much appreciated. After such intensity, she needed it. She held back from fully cuddling the mare, if only because she wasn't strong enough at present to do just that, "T-Thank you," Girl responded gently, "T-That was amazing."
 
"You re welcome. It was my pleasure." And it was mostly true. Being the first to introduce Sunny to something she had wanted so long, was something she greatly enjoyed. The look of bliss and contentment and awe was her satisfaction. While Girl wasn't strong enough to cuddle, Miss was. And she did for twenty minutes more.

"I'm going to take care of something," she murmured, nudging Girl aside. "I'll be back in a few." And she bustled up the stairs, then back. The pleasure-drunk unicorn might have lost track of time. But eventually Miss was there. "Alright. It's time to take teh collar off, it's time to stop being Girl. Ready?" And, when she was, the domme took off the collar. Then Silken Snare removed her own gloves. "You are you again. You belong to no one." Sunny's clothes were sat in her lap, and she was directed to the bathroom, for any deeper cleaning and to get her head on straight on private.

Silken Snare was waiting for her, a package in hand, looking a bit tired but pleased.
 
Girl was happy to just sit there and cuddle for a long time. After everything she'd more or less endured, she needed that time to truly get her head on straight. After that day, more or less a sampling of what she might be able to take, she had come to understand more about herself. Miss had done wonders for her in that regard, to show her more of who she was, more of what she could be. More of what she truly wanted.

Indeed, as Girl waited there, she was more or less still drunk on lust and letting herself enjoy the feelings of it all. Once the collar came off, however, she seemed to implicitly understand that something had changed. She had to stop and allow herself to focus. And thus, she did just that, bringing herself back to Sunny. She was grateful she hadn't gotten so drunk that she let her spell slip; it was one she didn't have to maintain, but could snap if she thought bout it without doing something like checking herself first. It would have been a shock to do that, after all; for now she just went to wash up.

"Snare," Sunny panted out, "Thank you... thank you for today. I know that I likely pushed you in many ways. And, I believe that I know more about what I desire. You've given me much to think about. I will be far more direct with you from now on." She smiled warmly, taking the package and gently opening it up to see what was inside.
 
Leaning in, Silken kissed Sunny on the forehead, to one side of the horn. "You were lovely. Giving you a better understanding of yourself is exactly what I aim to do." But when Sunny went to open the package, she swatted her hand. "When you get home, or where you can find some privacy."

With that, Silken politely but unyieldingly ushered the other woman out. She was tired. Satisfied, but tired. As soon as the dore was closed, she trundled up the stairs for a good, long rest.

Whenever Celestia opened the parcel, she found inside two pieces of paper, a simple black choker, and a dildo.

The first letter read,

Sunny,

These are the instructions for the next part of your training, if you want to continue playing. Included in this box are the homework I have for you, and the toy for carrying it out.

The choker is yours. Think of it like my secret collar when we're not together. Wear it when you do your homework, whenever you want to feel like Girl again, or remember the experience.

Our next session is whenever you can make it. I prefer it be longer, at least overnight. Please send a word in advance so I can prep. Bring whatever clothes you own that you consider the most risque and spicy; show me what you have. (No crotchless panties please.) On the other hand, if for whatever reason you can't or don't want to continue, you needn't send word, and I won't take offense. No harm, no worry. Keep the toy and choker as mementos.

It was a delight,
Silken


On the second paper,

Girl,

Every night I want you to practice the techniques I showed you. One night the swirling pelvis and other riding exercises, and the next the down fast/up slow cocksucking technique, lipping and sucking the tip, tugging it, etc. Do 10 'reps' of 10 seconds for each one, and then repeat the whole routine again. You may orgasm only after you have finished the night's exercises.


There were a few hastily-sketched diagrams.

Also I want you to think about our session and write down your thoughts and feelings. What worked, what didn't, what you would like to try that we did not do. This is feedback to help me for our next session. Include this letter when you send word when you can make the next session.

--Miss
 
There was a certain feeling that leaving the care of Silken Snare gave Sunny. Or rather, the feeling that it gave Princess Celestia. As she exited the place with a warm departure and returned back to her castle in secret, she transformed her body back to its far larger and more recognizable self. There was a certain feeling of dirtiness that came with leaving, especially as she went about the rest of her day inside the castle. Was it shame? Perversion? Simply something more? She wasn't sure, but she wanted to find out. She wanted to feel more, and thus when she opened the box at the end of her evening to read what was inside, it left her with a small rush.

The first letter left her wit ha more gentle rush, one that was kind and felt like a caring mare that wished to help guide her down a path she wanted. It was one that reminded her of how caring and thoughtful that Silken was in the beginning, The second, however, reminded her of what happened in their session. It reminded her of the feeling of submission, of true love and delight, of getting to be a submissive and indulge in that primal feeling. It was after reading the letter that she ensured her door was shut, a spell was on her room to prevent any from seeing inside, and began to practice.

Going through the motions were simple enough, and by now she had come to at least acknowledge there was a world of technique she had missed out on in her lonely years. That was perhaps her just being stuck in the past, and now she was coming out of it. She kept at it, as it trying to regain some feeling of who she was a Girl, as trying to get her body back to what she can do. And thus, when it came time to finish, she made sure she was in an aroused state before drafting her letter on the back of the one addressed to Girl.

Miss Snare,

I am able to make a regularly scheduled set of meetings each Wednesday and Friday, with the latter being overnight. I believe we can begin this on this Friday, if you are available. I trust that you will keep this discreet between us. I am paying for this to be sent by dragonfire to ensure it reaches you swiftly.

Miss,

The session was wonderful. I would love to try more of the pain, I think I can work in more legs next time. I wish to lean more into bondage and pain, those two were what I enjoyed the most. I would like to also learn how to better serve you and not disappoint you with my skills. I felt the greatest rush when you were inside me and would like that a lot more. Please, if we can, I would like to be tied up and learn how to serve you more.

~Girl
 
Funny, receiving letters from a mentor, beingg guided, getting homework, composing diary-like responses. It was almost like a far more adult, more lewd version of Celestia's relationship with Twilight Sparkle.



When the message arrived, Silken Snare's eyebrows climbed up around her horn. Dragonfire! The parchment still held the smell of it. While she had suspected Sunny was well off and important, she hadn't expected that. A courier, sure, but... She shook her head. The schedule would do.

What left her wondering was the bit about pain. The impression she had was that the beatintg she had delivered was quite intense, and going harder was going to be a challenge. Canes were as far as she went, and that was something Silken didn't want to jump to right away. Bondage would be easier. And so would sex, and general pleasure; that had been...efficient, for various reasons. The next would be prolonged, would be lush, and would force Girl to put out some effort.

For now though, she had to prep. Going over her spells, for one, as well as one of her special items. Then perusing her toy selection. Owning the shop didn't mean she used the floor merchandise--that would be a breach of ethics--but when she didn't have everything, it meant buying something from herself. A temptation she could easily fall into... With a sigh, she marked an item or two off her inventory, then noted on her ledger. Other things needed to be put together, but in the morning...
 
Perhaps Celestia's letter to the mare could have been more direct, yet she hadn't known quite how to zero in on what she liked. She had enjoyed what she wrote down and that was that. She felt as though she'd been given a good amount of exposure to everything she wanted, and thus now she was getting her chance to enjoy even more of it. She was eager to go and see more of this Silken Snare, even if it would involve a lot of work-arounds on her part. She would need to figure out how to get out of the castle, and how to properly tie off her disguise spell so as not to need to maintain it manually.

The first issue was perhaps the harder one, but doable. After many days of work, she'd managed to create a small portal behind a portrait in her room that would link to a random small vacant building in Canterlot's lower ring. That would give her an a place to change and set up her disguise before going off to Silken's shop. It was a bit of a walk, but necessary in order to continue with this sordid and lovely affair. She would need to be quick and resourceful about it. Thankfully, the guards for her room were the only other souls that knew of her leaving the castle, and thus would cover for her if needed.

That being said, it was on the agreed upon day that 'Sunny' returned to the shop and slowly entered, carrying with her a small purse with the two items that she'd been given alongside the letters. She wasn't certain if she was meant to leave them behind, but it felt wrong not to have them with her. Stepping inside the shop sent a bit of a rush through her, knowing that she was about to become not Celestia, nor Sunny, but 'Girl' once more. If Miss Snare's words were true, then that was what she had to expect. And thus, she waited, waited for another day to begin with them, another time for her to indulge.
 
"Ahh, there you are," Silken Snare cooed at the mare's arrival. She wore fashionable trousers and a peasant's top, the later showing just enough cleavage to be interesting. "Be with you shortly." Unfortunately the shop wasn't empty; there was a stallion looking chipper and excited of new prospects, and the sound of someone upstairs. The chatterbox only allowed her to get a murmured word in to Sunny's ear. "If you brought anything, go ahead and take it all the way up the stairs."

Eventually the person on the secoond floor, another stallion, came down with an armload of items, showing them off, as the couple bantered about what to get. Finally Silken got them out the door. Really. Next time she will simply close before her guest's arrival.

Mounting the stairs, she found Sunny and surveyed the outfit the woman had brought, what she considered "enticing". Unless the clothes were instead packed away. "Alone at last. Before we get started, I want to offer a choice while you're clearheaded." Caressing along Sunny's jaw, she asked, "Would you like to begin with bondage or with pleasure? As the two won't have much overlap I'm afraid."
 
Enticing... now that was something that Sunny wasn't used to wearing. Being a paragon meant that wearing something that wasn't elegant or respectful was out of the question. Thanks to some connections in the fashion industry, she'd found herself wearing a dress that she believed was what Silken wished for. It was a beautiful black dress that shimmered as it lay on her body, leaving one leg open through a slit that kept the parting of her legs just barely contained in it. The fabric clung to her sides and her chest, not showing a massive amount of cleavage but just enough to make the eye guess for more. She'd put on heels as well, just to add to the look. Both hair and tail had been strained and styled back to shimmer just like her gown.

It wasn't an issue for Sunny to truly wait; she'd done so on end for most of her life, so waiting a few minutes was almost nothing to her. As they ascended the stairs back up to the place that Sunny had found herself getting rather warm thinking about, she looked over to Silken just before she felt fingers running along her jawline. The sensation brought back enough memories to make her eyes almost dialate.

"I believe that we should start with pleasure," Sunny responded back, "There is likely far more new with bondage, best to start with the old and then move into the new." She paused, "I did everything you asked of me, Miss Snare. I also brought the, tools you gave me," She patted her purse, "I'm ready to pursue what we have talked about now."
 
The choice earned Sunny a flash of teeth, the grin sly, as if to say "just you wait". Then the mare smiled more sincerely and stroked Sunny's arm. "Those are yours to keep. Trust me, there are plenty enough here. But I'm glad you did your homework. And it no doubt will come into play." She ran her nails along the other mare's flank. "Mm. That dress is tasty, and I love what you did with your hair... but you chose pleasure and what I have planne would make a mess of that dress. So that means, in part, giving you a makeover. Undress."

The toy basket was back, along with the addition of a mirror. Silken plucked from the basket her gloves, but the collar she brought out was new. Dark leather braided with a silver chain, and a pendant with a magical symbol of binding. "This is a very special collar. It pops off with a safeword." She demonstrated, cinching it around her throat before saying, "Freedom." The collar didn't just open but fell to the floor. "Any spell cast on you while the collar is on will come off. This way even an earth pony or a pegasus can safeword out of a spell. An extra bit of surprise though--a unicorn can't cast magic while wearing the collar."

She opened the collar, offering to place it on Sunny's throat. The ritual then proceeded, the two becoming Girl and Miss.

Miss cupped the back of Girl's neck and drew her to the mirror. "Now... You said that your body was mine, to modify at my leisure. Let's exercise that." Her horn glowed, and a tingle of magic tickled through Girl's pelt before her hips widened; giving a more bottom heavy impression, but one that looked natural withotu being ludicrously out of proportion. Miss made certain the effect didn't leave her with a big rear either, said bottom tightened, so that while wide it was certainly small and taut. The effect gave just the hint of a thigh gap.

Next she ran her fingers through Girl's pink hair, disturbing the styling---and then her pink locks curled, not a kinky mess or corkscrews but enough to give volume and look intriguing. That short tail was lengthened, and here she bound the first few inches, the wrapping forcing the mare's tail up at an arch. A fashion that had once been regal but had since become more risque, the tail less obscuring of the ass and drawing attention to it. Finally the front of Girl's pelt darkened. Practically a line from the bridge of her muzzle down past her nethers, the fur turned black like she'd walked into a freshly painted pole. "Better to show cum," she explained matter-of-factly. A turn would show that the dark swath bisected her buttocks. The look was incredibly exotic; two tone pelts happened--donkeys most notably, but zebra had no stripes down their front for instance--but it was a rare thing in ponies and a darker front was unheard of.

All these modifications would of course end when the collar popped off.

Miss ran her teeth along the mare's ear. "This pleases me, but I am still curious what you think."
 
Seeing that her choice of attire had been well received was a relief to Sunny. She'd worried that she had perhaps played it too safe, yet having top fashion designers that were key at making clothing that was alluring yet safe was a massive plus. She'd, of course, done this in the form of Sunny, since she lost a significant amount of height and her royal... 'assets.' Celestia had rather large breasts and a comparable behind, but given how tall she was it was all in proportion to her body. Being Sunny was somewhat easier to manage, clothing wise at least. And it seemed that Silken was enjoying her body as well, which was rather nice. She could easily change how it was with a thought, but she did enjoy it upfront.

The first worry that the collar presented to Sunny was the worry of whether or not her own magic would be cancelled when the collar was on. If that was the case, she was in trouble. Yet Silken didn't mention that, only that unicorns couldn't cast magic with it on. So long as the spell on her body was tied off to her own magical reserves and not one she was actively casting, it would be okay, "Freedom, I can remember that," Sunny smiled, "It's a rather beautiful collar," She also added. It was true, but it was also to help quell her nerves about if Silken was about to find out something new.

Thankfully, that didn't seem to be the case, and instead the collar clicked on around her neck and led her to feel her mind transition back to the feeling of Girl once more. She walked in front of the mirror and nodded her head, "It is indeed," Girl informed her, staying her breath. When the magic strated, she was eager to see what tastes that this mare had.

It turned out, very unique ones. With a small shudder, Girl felt her rear changing. Given that this was already a form she was assuming, the change wasn't exactly too out there for her, but it was different knowing that it was another mare doing it to her. Feeling her rear tighten up and perk up was a, bizarre feeling, but one that made her look down and see the way that her thighs parted just barely to make the sight more, appealing. Her hair and tail were both things that she wasn't used to doing; curling her mane was normally seen as tacky, and to bind her tail so that the fur swished around her her ass and made the eye look towards it was far too risque for her. Yet the more stratling was seeing a full stretch of black fur go through her, and it was that which drew her eye the most. Watching it travel down and then go between her rear cheeks was perhaps the icing on the cake, leaving her to take several moments to turn and look to see just what Silken Snare had done to her.

"It's... certainly differently," Girl got out at first to show she was aware of it, "The new fur is strange but... fun," That was the only word she could think of, "I can see you like my butt more than by breasts," Girl also pointed out, looking back towards Miss and nodding her head with a smile, "I like it, Miss. Is this all you wish to do to me right now?"
 
"Your breasts are fairly perfect," she replied. Cupping one of the now dark curves, she squeezed it. "I don't care for a chest too small or too large. But it's true, they're not what really gets my blood racing." Her thumb traced the nipple, the pink standing out so starkly among all that dark hide. "I love butts, and a set of wide hips make me dizzy." Bringing her hand up to Girl's collar, she hooked a finger in the d-ring and drew the mare close for a kiss. Long, sultry, flirtatious. Showing the heat but being teasing about it.

She pulled back, laughing richly. "Oh my dear, I have only started to do things to you. But those are the only changes I'll make to your body this visit. But...mm, you said you were good with disguises. Maybe you'll adopt these changes before showing up again?" Those violet eyes twinkled; did she know that more than Sunny's name was fake? Or was it simply an educated guess?

Pulling away from Girl, she trotted to the basket and plucked from it some clothing. This she handed to Girl. "Dress."

A short red top, off one shoulder and showing a bit of black cleavage, but it was more that it exposed a lot of belly. The pink skirt was flowing and flirty and terribly short. Lacy stockings, red like the top. A pair of red tanga panties. "You can keep your heels," she directed, gesturing to the ones Girl had arrived in.

While she dressed, Miss must have grabbed something else, because when Girl looked back, the mare was holding an hourglass. "Here's your assignment. Go out and collect a fresh load of cum. The rules are that you return by the time the sand runs out, you've not cleaned any off, and not a drop makes it into your mouth; it's either on your fur or pumped into one of your other holes." Miss looked Girl in the eye and turned the hourglass over, the sand now trickling down.
 
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