> Quantum Village > by Kentavritsa > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Prologue: > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- . The Panorama has performed its purpose. The Demonstration of the Technology and the design had been conveyed to the intended target audience. It had been far too cheap to produce, to request for it to be returned, after the consideration as well. From the initial appearance, this should have been far too fragile; to be put out, as a mere toy. However, on closer inspection; the crafter had put an effort into the job, ensuring to make the point. The quality and durability is worthy of being presented for consideration. Just, that it may be put to better use; entertaining a child, than collecting dust on the shelf of our storage. I do not intend to needlessly destroy it for no reason, though. Thankfully, I do have a daughter in the proper age; who just may be interested, in receiving this as a gift. If this had not been the case, I would have donated this to the cause; to entertain a child, who could enjoy this for all it is worth. Well, why not? It wouldn’t cost me anything. I could have chosen, to order it disassembled in order to gain knowledge; but this could have been seen, as acting in bad faith. Something I could not make myself do, in the position in which I am. This offer is looking far too good, to pass up. I had had it examined close enough to see; to know it would also be safe, for a child to play with. What I did not know; is the secrets still held within the construction of what appears to be a mere toy, in the form of a perfectly scaled down cottage, one could otherwise have lived in. In the end, I had opted to take it home with me; wrapped as a gift to my Daughter, after all the related paperwork had been properly filed for this item of course. Never neglect to file the paperwork first; it may come back to bite you later, it always will. For an accomplished Academic, you simply can not take the chance it will miss you. While I guess I could have mailed it, or have a courier carry it for me; in order to move it to the location, but I had still chosen to carry it in person. I had just arrived at my home, stepping out of the vehicle; walking the short distance to the front door of my home. Since my Daughter is home, already; the door is unlocked. As a matter of fact, she is even opening the door for me; just as I step up to the door “Mummy, Mummy!” she exclaims. “Santa Clause is early, this year!” I tease her; “I have a gift for you, today!” I continue, as I am presenting her with the Cottage Panorama that had so conveniently landed in my lap. “Santa Clause?” she inquires, curious and perplexed. “It’s the bringer of gifts, for all the Good girls!” I explain. “Thank you, Mummy!” she merely responds, as she is accepting the gift I am bringing home for her to play with. “Have fun!” I put forth, as I see her run off to her room. “I will!” she responds, excitedly. “She always love gifts, when I bring them to her!” I ponder, giggling; “Well, why not?” I continue. I had closed the door behind me carefully, after I had stepped into my room. I always do, quietly. With the package still in my hands; I walk over to my desk, placing the package on the table-top. Now I am examining the package, and its wrapping. I do not shake the box. That’s just a silly practice I grew out of years ago. Far too eager, to see the gift; I soon set off to unwrap the box, to see the fairly unassuming surface of a cardboard box with nothing more than a valid address to my Mother’s office. “Let’s see, what Santa Clause brought over this time!” I mumble to myself. The box is quiet, of course; not a sound is escaping it, right now. Well, why should it be making any sound, or noise in the first place? It is just a box, after all. Well, some toys do make sounds, or produce noises. Particularly if rattled, or provoked. I lean over, breaking the seal of the box; slowly, carefully opening the box at the top. Flipping the two topmost flaps open; then the two secondary flaps, holding the content firmly in place. A bit of a let-down, or disappointment; but it only reveals the packing block. Well, maybe this should have been expected; the package had been mailed to my Mother’s office in the first place. Packages may be handled roughly, with the mail, or in transport, in general. Even I knew that. Now, resolutely determined to reveal the gift she had brought home for me, I carefully pull the white block out of the box, once more leaning over its mysterious content. “Wait, what?” I exclaim, as I see what is hidden within the package; “A perfect scale model of a Cottage!” I conclude. I lean forwards, reaching in and grabs the model in my hands with great care. If this is my gift, I have to extract it with great care; not to break it, or by any means damage what I had been given. Only as I am pulling the Cottage out of the box, do I notice that it is one single peace. I had noticed that there is a street at the front with street lights and everything, but still. “A bit unusual roof tiles; but otherwise, it looks like a perfectly fine Cottage one could have lived in!” I observe. “Wait; these are actual, functional solar Panels?” I exclaim, as it hits home. “And, of course the indoors light works as well!” I put forth; “Well, why not?” I question. “If this is a Cottage model of that quality; what more is in there, waiting for me to discover?” I ponder. If the scale of the building had been correct, I could indeed have been living in this cottage. It even has a Mailbox by the street with a name on it and everything. “Twilight Sparkle” the name reads. Looking closer; it has the mark of Twilight Sparkle, in the form of her Stars in a perfectly replicated formation. I take a break; slipping the bock back into the box while keeping the cottage model on my desk, closing the box and setting it aside before I return my attention to the cottage I had just been given. “Santa Clause!” I ponder; “Was that a Pun, or a miss pronunciation on her part?” I continue, questioning. As I return my attention towards the Cottage on my desk, something had clearly changed. I just can’t quite put a finger on exactly what, or how. The next moment, the door on the front of the cottage swings open and Twilight trots out. “Greetings; I am Twilight Sparkle!” she proclaims. “Greetings, Twilight…” I respond, taken aback by the sudden appearance of the purple Pony exiting the Cottage before me. The next moment, a Girl and a Cat follows the Pony out of the house. “I am May Trotter, and this is our Cat: Penelope!” she presents herself and the Cat she is indicating with a gesture of her right hand. “Oh – kay, this is officially Weird!” I ponder; “Hi, May and Penelope!” I then continue. “Nice to meet you!” May exclaims. “Likewise!” Twilight responds, with a smile spreading out over her face. “I do have a gift, for you; if you care to open the drawer of your night stand, to pick it up!” May proclaims, in a rather jovial tone. “Wait, you do?” I ponder; “Thank you, May!” I respond, as I am turning towards my night stand. < --- --- --- > > The Entry: 1 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- . “Thank you, May!” I respond. I open the drawer of my Night Stand, only to find the gift I had been promised; in the form of a Headset. It is in a light pinkish complexion, just like my very own. I lift up the Headset, I had just found in my Night Stand; initially finding it cold to the touch, only for it to warm up to me and activate in the process. Since it is a Headset; I promptly put it on, pondering how well it could work and how it would feel to wear it. “Telestia!” I hear Penelope exclaim. “Yes, that is me!” I respond. It is just strange, unfamiliar; to talk face-to-face, without actually being face-to-face. “Wait; aren’t you a Cat, Penelope?” I inquire. “Yes, and no!” she responds; “Though I guess you should see me, as such!” she then puts forth. “That.. is confusing!” I concede. “Yes..” Twilight agrees; “that would be preferable!” she concludes. “If you wonder..” May puts forth; “We all live, in this Cottage, before you!” she then explains. “First thing, first!” Twilight points out; “You do enjoy your Head Set?” she inquires. “Yes..” I respond; “but, of course I do!” I respond; “Why shouldn’t I? I love it, so comfortable and convenient!” I put forth; “Such a thoughtful gift, even if I had not been expecting it in the first place!” I finally concede. “This may sound silly and ridiculous..” Twilight points out; “but, could you open the door to your wardrobe, please!” she then proposes. “Well, why not?” I respond, quietly questioning where she is going. With that, I walk over to my wardrobe; pulling the door open, only to see a room I had never seen before. “What..” I exclaim; “what, what..” I continue; “is this?” I finally manage to inquire. “Your Room!” Twilight confirms, with a somewhat bemused tone to her voice as I can see her smiling. “My.. my room?” I inquire, still stepping into the room, they had presented as mine. “For whenever you choose to visit us, in Quantum Village..” Penelope explains; “where we live!” she concludes. I can clearly see a bed, before me; my bed, as it turns out. Only, it is already made. I can see the mate black Silicone sheet, and a crystal clear Pillow and Quilt as well. “How curious!” I ponder; as I am scanning the room, before me. Of course, I also have a Night Stand crafted out of light Beech Wood with a drawer. Overhead, the Ceiling is laid with mate black Silicone to hold the LED Star Scape in place. The Wall is laid with a deep, dark Oak Wood Panel; only covered with a four foot tall pink Cherry Wood Picket Fence. The floor I am standing on is a dark Oak Wood Parquet, coated with an inch of crystal clear Silicone. While it is soft to walk on, I can also hear the distinct squeaks of each step I take. Curious choice or decision, one would ponder. “Such a warm wooden theme in the Room, even if it is tempered with a touch of applied Silicone!” I ponder, giggling to myself. For now; I am assuming I am alone in the house. From what I was told, this would be my home; for as long as I am with them, in the Village. I like the thought, of being welcome. I have a home, I can call my own. While this may be a small bedroom; but it is mine, for as long as I am staying with them. It isn’t, in being away from my sister: Parma; for all I care, she could live in the next room. Maybe she would enjoy, living here? Well, why not? I, for one; am looking forwards, to the stay. “Should I, or we see Twilight and May as our Parents; if we choose to live here, together?” I ponder, giggling. After all, this is Twilight’s Cottage I had been invited to live in. I never had a Pet, or Cat before; but so long as I see her as a Person, rather than an Animal. This is just a bit of a strange, unfamiliar Family configuration for me. Not that I would complain, I will just have to get used to my new situation and make the most out of it. If my Mother had heard of me making fun of a thing like this; I would never hear the end of it, I could never live it down. She certainly would not let this slide, after all. While this is a bit much to take in and get used to, but it feels like one jolly ride to me. Maybe I could present this as a Summer Home, to my Friends? Even if I can go here, any time I so please. Even if I just need someone to talk to, or some help with my homework. Could I truly ask Twilight, May or Penelope for help with my homework? How would they take it? How would they react, on that? I do not know. Maybe I should just wait and see, when I finally do get to it. All of a sudden, there is a knock on the door; “Knock, knock, knock!”. “Who could this be; Twilight, or May?” I ponder, as I step over to the door; only to stop short, as I realize the door has no handle. “How do I open the door?” I mumble, to myself. “You see the Plaque?” Twilight inquires; “The black hexagon to the right of the door!” she then explains. “Yes..” I respond, "I can clearly see it!” I respond. “Place your right hand on the Plaque; then spread your fingers wide, in order to open the door” she points out. “Oh, okay..” I respond, following her instructions. The door slides up quietly, only to reveal my little Sister Parma standing behind where the door had been; only to slide shut behind her, just as she had cleared the threshold. “Hi, Sis!” I exclaim; “Welcome in!” I respond. “Hi, Sis!” she responds, stepping into my room a moment later. “What do you think, of my room?” I inquire; “Neat!? I then add. “Uhm, yes!” she responds; “Exactly like my room!” she then adds. “Guess I would have expected that, from the start!” I put forth. “We probably should..” she responds; “Yes!” she then adds. “Since we have a wardrobe, we could as well explore it!” I suggest. “I came in through the wardrobe on my right, facing the door; which I imagine would be the day wear, or so I imagine!” she concedes. As I turn around, I find myself facing the three twin doors to my wardrobes; assuming my sister still is by my side, following me to the wardrobe she had assumed was for the day wear. “Okay..” I proclaim; “here we go!” I continue; “Let’s see..” I suggest; “if the right wardrobe is containing the day wear!” I conclude, as I walk over to the wardrobe. < --- --- --- > Dressing Up > Dressing Up: 2 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- . My older Sister: Telestia had just opened the doors to the wardrobe on the right; exposing the content of her day-time wardrobe, to us. While I had been expecting her wardrobe to be empty, it still contains a selection of clothes or garments for her to wear. Should I have been shocked? Or even surprised? Well, why bother. In one corner, I can see the tops and panties in sets comfortably hanging. Just waiting for her to pick and choose. Quite convenient, I’d might add. She has Skirts and Blouses, just hanging there, waiting for her to choose them. There are socks and stockings in five different lengths; from barely covering the ankle, to the full-length that does not leave even the top of the thigh bare. Well, why not. Furthermore, she also has vests; intended to be worn over the blouse, or so I imagine. Finally; she also has shirts and pants: long, medium and short. Naturally; everything is in the same theme, as the Room itself. What had I been expecting? Should I be jealous, or worried; considering the clothes or garments, she had been afforded? I don’t know. I guess I had the same spread, if and when I am exploring my Room, and more to the point: my Wardrobe. If I don’t like the offered wears, I could always choose to wear my old clothes I am wearing right now. Couldn’t I? On closer inspection; the doors of her wardrobe also have a mirror, just as the inside of the wardrobe is covered with one single, large mirror as well. Curious enough, there is no Star Skape in the Wardrobe. “So many pretty Ensembles!” she exclaims, as she is ogling the content of the wardrobe she had just opened. “What would you like to try on?” I inquire. “Hmm, let me see!” she responds, scanning the content; her eyes sliding over one option after another, until she finally extends her hands and extract the first garment to catch her fancy. “If not for one small detail; you will have to undress or disrobe, before you can put it on!” I observe; “Then again, it is just you and me here..” I put forth; “none will be the wiser!” I conclude. “Yes..” she responds; “but I do want to try these on, right now!” she declares. “Then I could leave the room..” I suggest; “and you can come over to my room, once you have changed into what you intend to try on!” I point out. “Yes..” she responds; “I guess; that would work!” she confirms. With that, I am walking out of her room; stepping into my own room, in the hopes of exploring my options. The door quietly slides shut behind me, just as I had cleared the threshold. What a chock? Well, why? I guess this had been established by now. This is how the doors work, in this Village. No point, in questioning the traditions of a place you have never been to before. After all, this is my first time in Quantum Village. < --- --- --- > . As I stand before the pile of clothes, I had been wearing as I entered my new room; I am looking into my wardrobe, examining the options I had before me. Everything is smooth, glossy and brand new. I try to find the tags, explaining the brand and how to wash the clothes; the only thing I can find is the tag reading: “Rarity”. “Strange..” I ponder; “I never heard of the brand before!” I conclude. I end up picking a pair of bright Cerise panties; stepping into them right and left, before pulling them all the way up. The first thing striking me, is the liquid elasticity of the material, aside from the slippery smooth surface making the garment eagerly sliding all the way up. As I let go of the panties, they slide into place; without making me apply the effort, of adjusting them in the first place. “Oh, oh, oh.. oooh!” I exclaim. “These fit me perfectly, almost too well!” I ponder; “Almost, as if they had been painted on my skin, rather than being actual clothes!” I conclude. “Well, maybe I could still wear than while I am here; even if I may have to change back, before I leave!” I mutter, somewhat bothered and irritated by the fact. “If I wear panties, I should wear the top as well; and I have a matching top in the same Cerise hue too!” I ponder, as I am extracting the garment from within my wardrobe. I slide the top down; feeling the liquid elasticity of the material, aside from the slippery wetness of the inner surface of the material the top had been crafted out of. Just as the panties, the top eagerly slides into place, only settling as they had found their desired position. A perfect fit. Well, why not? This does feel quite good, if I could say so myself. “If she can’t see the underwear, under my clothes; she would not complain, about me wearing them. Would she? I certainly hope she wouldn’t!” I ponder. Only with the top on, I wish I had a trampoline, or some such contraption close by. It isn’t, that I play with these often; it is just that the top made me feel as if it would have been fun, right now. With the underwear on: Panties and Top; I turn my focus back towards the wardrobe, and the content it is containing. A promise, of new clothes to wear. It is exciting, no end; just picturing, what I could be wearing the next time. Aside from, what I am about to slip into, right now. Skirt or Pants? For now; I will go with the skirt, just for simplicity’s sake. If I am wearing a Skirt, I can slip my Stockings on afterwards. Couldn’t I? If I wore the Pants; this would limit what I could put on afterwards, after all. “I could always wear knee-long socks outside, most any day; and none would be complaining, or so I imagine..” I ponder; “but right now, I feel like trying on the full-length stockings!” I conclude. I end up selecting a knee-long tight skirt, I could not have worn; if not for the materials Rarity had employed, could I? A nice, tight and glossy skirt. With the skirt in hand, I step into it right and left; only to pull it all the way up, enjoying the sensations elicited by the material sliding all the way up my legs. Almost, as if it had been swallowing my legs. I feel the tight skirt stretch as I pull it up my legs, contracting as it slides the rest of the way up over my hips and waist. The skirt settles, stopping just where Rarity’s design dictates for it to stop. “This Silicone White Blouse looks just right!” I ponder, as I extract the garment from where it is hanging in the wardrobe. I slide my hand into the sleeves, right and left; feeling the garment eagerly swallow my arms, only for my hands to exit on the other side. The sleeves are a bit tight, the material white and glossy; just what I am fancying, at this moment. Why would I choose anything else? Even if I may have enough options left, to choose from. The only thing left to do, is buttoning the blouse up; from the first button at the very bottom, to the last one up under my chin. Maybe this gives a bit strict impression, but I still enjoy how it is making me feel. With, or without the top under; it still leaves me feeling comfortable, with a bit of a giddy, tingling sensation inside. “Time to try these full-length stockings!” I proclaim, quietly to myself; as I pick up the right stocking, slipping my foot into it. The tight material contracting around my foot, eagerly swallowing my foot and leg, with eager anticipation. I set my foot down onto the floor; just as I had pulled the stocking all the way up. Just as expected, it slides all the way up, only to stop just before my panties; leaving nothing more than a thin line, between the two garments. No hint of flesh, just the glossy and smooth Silicone white material covering the entire leg. With the right stocking on, I select the left one up as I am standing firmly on my right foot; repeating the process, slipping the left stocking on. Only as I once more stand firmly on my own two feet, can I afford to take the moment of looking down; only to realize that I had chosen a pair of toe-stockings, not the regular once I had been expecting. “Well, why not?” I ponder; “Rarity would not lend her name, to anything less than Fabulous; would she?” I conclude. “Why should she?” I consider. “For as long as I am here..” I ponder; “why not try something out, just to see how it feels?” I ponder. Now I am extracting a pair of ultra short socks. Since I had gone with just black and white, I opt for the black hue. Well, why not? I could have chosen a pair of Cerise once, couldn’t I? It just felt wrong, to break with the style I had built up. As much as I love colours, particularly bright and saturated colours; but a mishmash of clashing colours, is never good. Not even for me. I pull the socks on, right and left; almost as if they had been Galoshes, pulled over a pair of Shoes. Why did this image come before me? I have no idea. Yet, it is the image that had come before me, all the same. As I set my right and left foot down, onto the floor; there is an eager Squeak, Squeak. A bright and jolly giggle is raising up in my throat; just as a smile is spreading out on my face, as I look at my reflection. “That just happened!” I breathe, pondering the effect of the garments I had just chosen to put on. “Squeak, squeak, squeak…” I giggle. The next instant, my sister Telestia enters the room, looking at me. Squeaks are heard, with every step she is taking. “You chose the same garments, as I chose!” she observes; “Did you choose the Cerise underwear too?” she then inquires. “Yes..” I respond; "but how did you know?” I inquire. “While the selection may be plenty-full..” she responds; “but I choose the hue for the same reason you did!” she concludes. “I guess you are my sister, after all!” I just observe. < --- --- --- > Coming Out