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// Pinkie at the Door: 3 
// Story: Rarity: Rekindled 
// by Ponyess 
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“Hiya, Pinkie Pie!” Twilight greeted me.

“Greetings, Pinkie Pie!” Rarity filled in.

“Hiya, Twilight Sparkle and Rarity!” I responded as Twilight stepped aside, thus allowing me entrance.

“Surprised to see me here?” Rarity enquired in a clearly curious tone with a slight smile on her face.

“Naeh, not really.  Rainbow Dash will be here in a moment.  Oh, but I do love your suits, Rarity!” I pronounced.

“Then you will be most pleased since I have made one for you too, Pinkie Pie.  If you follow me, I will hand it to you right away.  I want to see your reactions on the suit!” Rarity expressed with just a hint more than common to her characteristic, making her out a bit on the overly emotional today.

“You made a suit for me too?  Thank you, Rarity.  Now I just have to see the suit in this very instant!” I responded, starting to bounce in excitement and anticipation, then followed Twilight Sparkle further inside.

“Yes, but of course.  I had to make one for you as well.  In fact, I made one for each of my friends.  Right this way, then you can see and try it out for yourself!” she pointed out, leading me to a small, secluded room with no window, but a neatly made bed and a bed stand as the only furniture.

“Thanks!” I responded as I followed her.

“Your suit is in there!” she explained as she pushed the door to the side, pointing at the bed.

I closed the door behind me, looking around.  My eyes followed the plain walls covered in red cherry wood panels, until I notice that the door is one large full body mirror aimed into the room.

Looking down, only to see the floor covered with oak wood tiles.  On the opposing end of the room, I saw the bed in the corner.  On the covers, the suit lies spread out for me to see it in all its glory.

The pink top, skirt and gloves.  There is also what I could see as a pair of strange, but highly exciting stockings, even if you may consider calling them boots, by the looks of it.

I picked up the top, apparently looking like a B-Cup, from my estimate.  I lift the thick garment over my head and allow it to slide down my arms, feeling it as it continues all the way down.  I merely needed to pull it down over my jigglies, only to realise the fit was more exact than I had dared to expect from the early estimate.  Maybe I am not the designer, and I rarely do wear a top like this either.

Before I had the time to pick up the skirt, I noticed that I barely feel the top, as if I had not been wearing anything at all.  As I pick up the skirt, the integrated panties are revealed, thus forcing me to step into the skirt, there is no other way of putting it on, but I don’t mind.  Stepping into the skirt, pulling it up to the knee before I placed my left foot into the other opening in the integrated panties and pull the garment all the way up, stopping only after I felt the material of the thick garment swallowing my hips and a slight pressure on my mound, while it was on the verge of entering my orchid and rear orifice.  It just never really did enter me, though.  The design had never intended for the garment to do it in the first place, even if I never quite realised this detail.

The next logical step is to pick up the gloves that lie on the right and left side of the bed.  After a second look, I noticed that these gloves would reach to just above my elbows.  Either Rarity had designed all the suits exactly the same, or she had known my taste in clothes.

I pick up the right glove, slipping my hand inside, feeling it slide along my skin as I use the fingers of my left hand in order to pull the fabric down along my arm.  Just as my estimate, the glove reaches to just two inches beyond my elbow.  The thick fabric is covering my skin, leaving nothing between me and the garment.

Now I pick up the left glove, slipping the hand inside, only feeling the tightness as the slippery material slide over my flesh as I pull the glove all the way.  A moment after I had pulled the left glove on, I noticed that I barely feel the right glove on my hand, arm or fingers.  It is almost as if I had never put it on, although I soon realised I clearly see the effects of the glove as it lends me a very complimentary look, aside from the delightful pink colour, polished to an utter gloss finish.

At this point, my eyes fall upon the boots, partially due to the fact that it is the last of the suit I could find on the bed in the room she had led me into.  From the experience of the suit and putting it on, I feel an urge to have the entire suit on, not just a set of garments.  These stockings are the final components, they would make the garments into a suit, an ensemble, as opposed to separate garments, the way they were on my bed.

I pick up the right boot or stocking, slowly slipping my foot down, feeling the inviting tightness around my foot as I push on, pulling the stocking over the knee before setting my foot down on the floor.

As I set the foot down, I notice that it is bent in order to maintain a very different posture, compared with how I use to walk on two legs with human feet.  Now I feel the floor under the hoof that is the edge of the boot.

Slipping my left foot into the other boot, pulling it up my flesh, feeling it over my foot, calf and knee.  Now I realised the pink rubber covers my entire legs, half way up my thighs, thus lending me the posture of high heels, to a point, that is.

I take a tentative step, then another.  After a moment I had found myself before the mirror, looking at my reflection, only to see the Pony named Pinkie Pie in her Anthro form, or rather the interpretation Rarity had made for me.  Now I look just like her, just pink and with the balloons on my flanks, while she has her three diamonds on hers.

Upon the revelation, this realisation forced a giggle over my lips.

After a moment of consideration, I make a conscious choice to keep the suit on and leave my mundane every-day clothes by the side of the bed where I had left them before I changed into the new suit Rarity had so graciously created for me.  To a point, I wanted to show off the new suit.  False modesty isn’t my suit, as it were.  Now I knew it beyond any doubt.

While I wear the suit, I would answer only to the name; Pinkie Pie.  I am the Pony known as Pinkie Pie, while I wear it.  If only I had known just how true it was.  She had chosen to give the suit to me and none other among her, our or my friends.  She had known the secret.  I had been the one who was Pinkie.

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