As Saqura wakes up, she is not alone. There is a distinctly Plush Plushie by the sideof her pillow, just it is not a plushy doll. It’s a Changeling, but in disguise. Let’s just hope, she can survive the hugs and devote attention.
After Zhiizoo is soundly asleep, her companion Queen Latexia goes out of her room, in order to abduct Zhiizoo’s younger sister Saqura.
Once in the younger girl’s room, she quietly subdues the girl and have her walk back to the older sister’s room.
The next morning; Saqura finds herself in a comfortable bed, only to realize that she is being eaten. She just don’t know by whom, assuming it is her older sister.
How will Saqura react, as she wakes up? What is next? She still has no idea.
I had opened the wardrobe, standing nude before the clothes I had been presented with.
“What am I to wear?” I ponder; “I could always wear my regular, matching black nighttime cotton Panties and Top, as I always did before!” I consider, giggling at the idea, as if it had been silly; “Or; I could try on that black Latex Suit my sister offered me!” I conclude; as I am still scanning the content of my wardrobe, in the hope of finding what is just right for me to wear in bed.
“Of course!!” I decide, as I reach for the proffered garment.
I feel the smooth surface of the Latex Suit in my hand, as I am pulling it out of my wardrobe.
“I never thought; these suits could be so comfortable, to wear!” I mumble to myself.
Well, how could I? I had never tried them on before.
Sure, Zhiizoo had been explained it, in great detail; but I had taken that for her usual rambling, without paying any mind to her when she spoke of the suits.
Had she genuinely offered me to try one on, maybe I would have listened.
She never did. She had been far too protective of her suits; to ever offer me to try one on, for myself.
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The Latex feels smooth, cool to the touch as I pull it out of my wardrobe for the very first time.
“This is Latex?” I ponder.
At least, it is what I had been told. Even if it isn’t Latex, at all. If only I had known. I just find it too enticing to let go of the one chance I have to try the garment on, to wear this suit the entire night.
I had been promised, I could have this one suit for myself. If I were to ruin it, that would be on me. I would never get another chance, if I did.
Not as if anyone were to ask me, how it felt to wear it.
Still, I am taking the chance I had been promised. I hold up the suit before me, as I am lifting up my right foot; sliding it into the suit, slipping it through the suit with ease. The suit is a bit too eager for my comfort; but once my foot had slipped through; I repeat the process, inserting my left foot into the suit.
I pull the suit up, sliding the suit on. The next instant, I am dressed up for the night. The suit is hugging me tightly. Maybe just a bit too tight.
Thinking nothing of it, on the account of being too tired; I walk over to my bed, folding the corner up against the wall and sit down onto my bed.
I slide my feet in under the quilt, lying down; folding the quilt back down over myself, falling asleep just a moment after my head hit the pillow.
I find myself moving through a castle, crafted out of a single purple crystal. (Amethyst)
Just that I am moving on all fours, trotting through one hall after the next; only to come across a throne room. (the room I had been instructed to find, for my Queen)
I don’t ask or question why. You just don’t question the Queen. Questioning Queen Chrysalis is the safest way to get into trouble. She is after all very unforgiving. (D’uh!)
Fortunately, I had managed to stay hidden; out of the way of the Ponies of this Castle. I had been quiet, like a good subject.
It isn’t as if I had cared for the mission, I had been given. I had just left, for the mission I had been instructed to perform; without doubt or hesitation, the way I had been taught. The fact that I did not like the mission, is of no consequence. You simply do, as you are told.
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Getting to the village of Ponyville had been easy, just as they had explained to me. I had followed the directions given, and got to where I had been told to go.
Getting into the Castle itself had proven easier, than I had dared to hope. Maybe, just maybe; it had been too easy, after all.
It isn’t so much that I doubt, or ever doubted her plans, or the instructions I had been given; it is just that when things are too easy, you know it will go wrong in the end.
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I hear the squeaking noises, originating from the Pink mare known as Pinkie Pie; as she is pronking about, almost as if she had been looking for something, or some Changeling. (That would be me, if anyone is asking.)
She does not stop. Neither does she seem to be in a hurry, hurrying in the least. Okay, this is after all Pinkie Pie we are talking about here. Nothing she does, seems to make any sense. This, is when you find yourself with a Pie in your face. (Which is the time you stop laughing, too!)
I can hear her; as she is bouncing off, to somewhere.
While she is out of sight, she is meeting some Pony. Who else would she be meeting? I have no idea. Even if this castle is populated by a Dragon and an Owl, too. I am sure, I had been told about these.
While I am waiting, hiding, the Pink mare had bounced off; never to be seen, or heard of ever again. At least, by me. I have no idea; as to where she bounced off to, or why. (They never explained; maybe because they did not know, or because they did not think I needed to know.)
The castle is once more quiet, peaceful. Just the way I like it. I could hide out here, for days without a question. Out of the loop, without anyone (Changeling) asking or caring. This is the perfect hideout.
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All of a sudden, out of nowhere; a ghostly spectral Pony appears. She appears to be looking for me. How did she know? Who told her? But of course; that pink mare, known as Pinkie Pie.
That is why she bounced off. She was informing this mare about me. She told her, exactly where I am. Oh, well; there goes that quiet time.
The mare before me looks like Twilight, Twilight sparkle; yet, she doesn’t look like her, at all.
“I thought you were here, Harmony!” the mare explains.
“Eeep!!” I respond. (Why is she calling me Harmony, {even if I guess I do need a name}, but Harmony isn’t my name, at all.)
“Good to see you, too!” she responds, matter of fact; but with a smile spreading out on her muzzle.
“Okay, that is creepy!” I realize, as the mare is locking me in her gaze.
“She told me, you needed some peace and quiet, Harmony!” she now explains; “I think this should be the answer to your prayers!” she concludes.
“Then, I should thank you…” I respond, lost for words and confused.
“I have a special place for you; where you can have all the Love you need, and none to punish, persecute or in any other way bother you!” she concludes.
“How is that even possible?” I inquire; knowing it is already too late to try to hide or escape, too late by far.
“Since your Queen does not care for you, and because you will serve well, where you are going!” she explains; “Your black carapace is just right, just a bit stiff; but this will be perfectly fine, when you arrive at your destination!” she explains.
Of course; this is exactly when I am blinded by an all overpowering, blinding light of her magic.
At first, everything is just a blinding, bright white; then I can see just purple, the purple of Twilight. Twilight Sparkle. Lavender?
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There is a blank void. Nothing, there is absolutely nothing.
Just an all encompassing void, with no end.
The next moment; everything is dark. Pitch black. I can see nothing. Exactly nothing.
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After an undetermined amount of time, I hear the delicate pitter-patter of soft feet, walking over the floor.
Everything is still dark; but at least I can hear something, now.
The doors to the wardrobe I had found myself in, where I am still hanging swing open. Slowly the light is spilling into the space I had been hiding in.
“Where am I? “ I ponder. (I had found myself being this little girl’s black latex Swim Suit.)
What had been a hard, stiff and adamant carapace; had been turned into the soft and elastic, black latex.
As the doors swung open, I can see a new, very different light; the Love this girl is emanating, directed towards me. The bliss would have melted my heart; if I had been a creature, where this expression had been relevant.
I feel the girl, holding me in her hands, gently; then how my skin stretches unrestrained. I can sense the joy of the girl, as she is enjoying the liquid elasticity; permitting me to stretch to encompass her body, and contract around her form, to accomplish the perfect fit for her.
While it is still early in the morning, I feel well rested. It isn’t that I don’t feel rested, in the morning; just that I feel much more well rested, this particular morning. (I just can’t for my life put a finger, on how or why this is.)
I fold the corner of my quilt up towards the wall, before I slide my still naked feet out from under the quilt; only to find myself sitting on the top of my bed, pushing myself forwards in order to stand up.
“Thud” is heard, as my feet hit the floor, under my bed.
First now, I realize that I am not wearing my customary black cotton Panties and Top; but the new latex Swim Suit I had found in my wardrobe, the other night.
Not to complain; because it has such a perfect fit, tight and form-hugging, like nothing before or after.
If it is the late hour, or the spares like the last night; but I couldn’t see if the suit is mate or glossy, back then. Now it is glossy, like a proper Latex Suit should be. (At least, according to my older sister: Zhizzoo.).
Granted; I enjoy the glossy suit I had slipped into, the other night. Just that I would have loved it all the same, had it been mate. What I do enjoy; is how tight and form-fitting it is, making it feel almost as if I had been nude, but still giving the sense of being proper and covered at all times. This suit, does not permit me to show the skin I do not wish to show. (at least, it is the image I had made.)
Is this part of the dream, I had last night? I know I had a dream, as twisted as it may have been. (I had been a Creature, a Being other than the Human self I am used to be. Apparently this Shape-shifter is referred to as: a Changeling.).
In the dream, I learn of the story, of this particular Changeling; how she had been ordered out on a Mission, ending up taking her to my Wardrobe in the form of what is now my Swim Suit.
Based on the dream, if that is a trustworthy and reliable source of information; her name is Harmony, as it is the name she had been granted just prior to the departure. (Strangely enough, this particular dream clings to my conscious, as if it had been a real, living memory of something I had been an active participant.) Isn’t the story; that Monsters become considerably more powerful, when they are named? (At least, it is what I recall of this story.)
For now; I will be interpreting this as a genuine experience I had actually had in my real life. Until proven false; is there anything I can lose by accepting this information, in the first place?
“Am I to refer to you as: Harmony?” I inquire; as if I had been expecting a response and answer, to be forthcoming.
“Yes, please!” I hear the voice of Harmony. (Just as expected; the voice is distinctly feminine and highly effeminate, not to mention rather melodic.)
“Okay..” I respond; “then I will refer to you as the female known as Harmony!” I clarify.
“Thank you, Miss..” she responds.
“I’m Saqura!” I respond, informing her of who I am. (Well; what is lost, by letting her know my name?)
“Thank you, Miss Saqura; or, do you prefer for me to just call you Saqura?” she responds.
“Saqura, is fine; skip the title, Miss!” I suggest.
“Thank you Saqura!” she responds; I hope you have enjoyed wearing me, all night!” she offers.
“Since you are a Shape Shifter; could you turn into any other suits, I could wear?” I inquire.
“Since you asked; I could do that for you!” she responds; “You just have to specify what kind of suit you want me to be(come) for you, and explain the details you require..” she explains; “Though I can only be smooth Latex; since I can’t mimic textures of the fabrics, you may desire!” she concludes.
“Could you change into a long-sleeved top?” I inquire.
“Yes, of course!” she responds. (I feel her withdrawing from my crotch and sensitive private parts, while she spreads out over my arms.)
“If you wouldn’t mind; could you be a bright cerise, and cover my arms all the way to the hand?” I inquire.
“Yes!” she responds; as the sleeves reach the desired length, still contracting around my skin.
“Could you tighten up around my chest and support my breasts?” I inquire; “Leave my belly and neck bare, too!” I finish.
I feel the top finalize the requested changes, even as I speak; only for the changes to be concluded, just a moment after I had pronounced the request.
“Thank you, Harmony!” I offer in gratitude; just as she is finishing up with the changes, I had asked of her.
An electric shiver of excitement runs down my spine, as I touch my left elbow, with the extended index finger of my right hand.
“If you don’t mind, Harmony; I would love for you to change back into the Swim Suit for me, as I go to bed, each night!” I suggest.
“I certainly could do that, for you..” she responds; “if that is what you like me to be, for you, Saqura!” she continues.
“Yes, please..” I respond; “but if it is to much to ask, of you; please let me know, so that I don’t cross your boundaries, by mistake!” I continue; “I want you, to feel just as good as I feel!” I explain.
“Then I will be your tight, black Swim Suit each night, every night!” she confirms.
“Consider me your eternal Love Fountain!” I suggest. (at least; for as long as I am alive, of course.)
If I don’t need to wear the top and Panties, in bed; in order to cover myself, as the local law of etiquette demands out of me. (Silly rules, I know; but it is what it is, if you want to make it, in society.)
“Time to dress up, for the day..” I ponder; "so that I can go down, to have my breakfast!” I conclude, as I am walking over to my wardrobe.
“Right now, I wish I had a mouth..” she ponders, as I am opening the door to the wardrobe; “or any orifice; because I get so much I will end up bloated, to the point of rupturing soon!” she concludes. (Of course; we would not want to have that, at any rate.)
I find a pair of white cotton panties I can wear during the light hours of the day; stepping into the Panties left and right, before I am pulling them all the way up. Next, I am extracting the matching top; pulling it down, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice.
There is the skirt I intend to wear, hanging in the wardrobe, exactly where I recall I had it, the night before. (Well; I am in the mood for a skirt today, so I opt to extract it for the day.)
Stepping into the deep purple skirt is a breeze. Now I just need to pull it up and into place, for my own comfort.
With the skirt on, I extract a pristine, white Silk Blouse; slip my arms in into the respective sleeves right and left; before I button it up from the first to the last button just under my chin.
Finally; I extract a short Vest Top, from within the wardrobe. I just slip in my arms, right and left; before I am buttoning it up, carefully. (This Vest is matching the skirt I had just put on, lending me that special, chique {elegant} style I sometimes desire, for myself.)
With the Vest on, I consider myself fully dressed for the day; now I close the doors to the wardrobe and turn to face the door out of my room, before I walk over the floor all the way over to my door and open it up before me. I step out of my room and close the door behind myself, without looking back as I am walking away from my room. (I’m hungry; and the breakfast is already calling out to me, from the dining Room.)