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I placed my hand on the door plate of my door, seeing as the door slides up to the right. Slowly walking into the room and feeling a swooshing draft as the door slides shut just three feet behind my back. At first it is eery, but then it hit me that it is convenient, more than anything.
Of course my belly is full as I walk into my bed room alone. I had seen Celestia’s sun go down, and as I had entered my room, I could see Luna’s moon through the window in my living room.
I had closed the door to my small bed room and walked up to the wardrobe and opened the door, before I slipped out of the suit of day. From there I walked to my bed and folded the quilt in preparation to hit the sack; my eyes lazy, due to the late hour and the excertion of a long day’s play.
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Standing nude before my bed, I soon recalled what was hidden in my night stand, pulling it open and slipping a pair of white panties I stepped into and pulled all the way up over my hips. Feeling the tight white rubber slide over my hips gave me an odd image and a wayward excitement.
Alone and with the panties on, I picked up a matching top; pulling it down over my head; giving it a final, tentative tug in order to make sure it is on just right.
After a moment of consideration, I slipped my hands into a pair of white gloves that barely covers my hands; but are so tight I can see them only by the shift in hue and the texture of the slippery material they are made out of.
With the gloves on that I am assuming are mine or at least for my personal and private pleasures and enjoyment, I pick up a pair of matching socks; pulling them up to just above the heel.
I am eyeing a face-mask, but opted to see more of what I am looking like as I wear the garments I had chosen for my nightwear. Now I walk over to the wardrobe and open the door; only to find the reflection of my very own body before me, just as I had expected.
On top of my chest, I see a pair of perfect orbs, with the only exception being my now fairly large cherries up front. Neither the top nor the panties had changed, yet I see a hint of what I had never seen on the panties of my skirt during the day; just like the cherries, I now have a delicate orchid with beautiful petals hinted in the reflections and highlight.
I still see my hands; but aside from the usual features I now have considerably more pronounced suction cups, where the palms of my hands are. Am I assuming too much, if I imagine my hooves now are exquisite and pronounced, power full suction cups as well.
With my right hand, I examine my chest, only to confirm that the cherry in fact is where the reflections and highlights had it; only to be shocked by the acute sensitivity that was greeting my fingers as I explore what I thought I had seen. My left hand wonders of to my mound, with much the same result as I had experienced with my right hand; confirming that what I had seen actually is there, it isn’t a figment of my imagination or an illusion brought up by an exhausted mind. I can even go farther, but I opted to stop there for now. Maybe I should explore this deeper by tomorrow, or another day.
After closing the wardrobe, I walk back to my bed and the still open night stand. Since I had seen the appearance, I pick up the mask and slip it over my face before I slip the quilt to the side, and in towards the wall. Only then, first as I actually slipped the mask over my face I noticed that there is a small gag that fit into my mouth, even if it only goes an inch in.
With the mask covering my face, the room is entirely black; I can’t see a thing, not even the clear rubber sheet under the quilt. I slip in under the quilt and fold it right back over myself, before I fall asleep after I had placed my head on the pillow.
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I wake up early in the morning; with the sun of Celestia playing all over the room, but I see nothing and the room is in total and utter darkness as if it had been in the middle of the night. No matter where I turn my head, there is no light.
Of course, then I do remember; I am still wearing the mask I had slipped over my head the other day, feeling just enough of the gag in my mouth as it is covering my lips and my teeth.
I can move perfectly fine, but the quilt is resisting and doesn’t seem to want to let me lifting my arms up. However, I did manage to slide my hands along under the quilt and over my body. While my right hand slide over my mound, I clearly feel the delicate petals and the tingling joy of pleasure from the touch; then I noticed how my fingers easily slide in, into the orchid’s tunnel. My left hand found the top of my chest and slide up over the orb and to the large cherry, eliciting more tingling joy and warmth in my chest.
In the end, I managed to slip my arms out over the quilt and slide out from under it. I can’t say that I feel a weight over my body, but it just refused to separate from the bed.
Once my hands and arms are out, from under the quilt I managed to fold it up against the wall as I had always done back home. With the quilt folded up, I slide my hooves of of the bed and down onto the floor and sit up comfortably on the soft mattress. From there I raise to my hooves, and stand up like every morning.
I slip out of the panties and pull the top up over my head, before I slip my gloves off of my hands and the socks off of my hooves. As I had walked up to the wardrobe, I opened the door and slipped the night-wear into the chute.
Nude I step up to the other wardrobe and open the doors, once I had closed the first wardrobe. From there I pull out the skirt and step into it, before I pull out the top and pull it down over my head and give them a tentative tug in order to ascertain that they are indeed on properly.
Now I pull out the stockings and pull them on, before I pick out the pair of gloves and slide my hands right in and pull them all the way up my arms. With that, I am dressed up and ready to go.
Naturally, my panties are the same white as the day before, while the top and skirt are glistering black and beautiful. Looking down, my hooves are looking as if they had been made out of stainless steel. Curious, but I think I can get used to the new looks and feel of it.
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