The Promise of Life Anew: 1
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“Welcome to the Filly’s Latex Orchard Orphanage!” the pink mare greeted me, as I entered through the iron gates.
“Hiya, and thank you!” I pronounced, with a deep bow.
“I am Miss Latex Patcher! I will escort you to your new room, in order for you to familiarize yourself with your new home and come to terms with your new situation!” the mare explained; in a gentle, benevolent tone and with an infectious little smile on her muzzle.
“I am Star Shine! Thank you, Ms. Latex; if I may call you that?” I responded in kind, as I permitted the first hint of a brave smile tentatively spread over my lips.
“Certainly, Miss Star! Right this way!” she prompted, as her smile slowly spread further over her face.
I merely followed her on the heel, with a court nod as affirmation; not making a noise, other than the clippity clop from my hooves as I followed her to the designated room, imparted to me for the duration of my stay.
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“If you place the palm of your right hand in the groove of that plate!” she instructed me, indicating the direction with a short nod.
As I placed my hand where she had indicated, I could clearly see a glow under my hand as the plaque changed from the generic face and arcane symbols; into what is a perfect representation of my face and my name spelled out under the portrait.
“Welcome to your very own room. I will pick you up in order to escort you to your first meal in an hour!” she indicated as she turned on her heel and trotted back the way she had come.
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I opened the door to my room, anxious of what I was to find behind the barrier that had so recently been torn down for me. Everything I had even known, and everything I had ever loved had just been stolen from me and torn from right out of my heart. It is the cause of me being here, the very reason for me coming to the orphanage in the first place. This is my new home and a chance at the life I could never had had before.
Behind the door, I see a floor laid with beech wood and polished with an adamant, clear rubber in order to protect the floor from anything that could be on the hooves of a filly such as myself.
Then I noticed that the walls had been laid with red cherry wood panels, likewise coated with the same smooth and shiny rubber. This is the home of a filly, and I am expected to challenge the room with any manner of things.
To the right I have my wardrobe with two matching double sliding doors. On the floor, there are two pairs of fitting rubber boots in black and white respectively; for when going out, I would imagine. There are matching gloves, jackets and head wear.
On my left, I found my fillies’ room, with the appropriate facilities; including my towels hanging from the wall on the right and left of the sink.
The second door on my left is for the shower, saving me the trouble and embarrassment of needing to leave my room, and my home for the purpose of personal hygiene, for which I am going to be eternally grateful.
What came as a surprise isn’t that the living room had the same preparations, but that I actually do have one. I guess they like me to get used to actually having a home of my own, as opposed to being stored on a warehouse like a crate of hay. The room isn’t all that large, but apparently large enough for two two-seated sofas, and four single-seated comfortable chairs and two small round tables.
On the table to the left, I could clearly see an issue of the foalfree press, and an image of Snips and Snails, stuck together with a large swat of pink bubble gum holding them together. I may not recognize the individual Unicorn foals, but the image is provoking me to giggle as a smile is spreading over my face. If only I had known the significance of the image, while enjoying the inherent humour in their predicament. I did not have to read the text in order to see the humour as embarrassing as it may have been to the two while it happened.
Under the school paper, there is the issue of Equestria Daily. I do recognize the paper, even before I had actually read the header on the front of the closed issue of the day.
"The former Countess on Good-Will tour, Promising she will see all the foals who are unfortunate enough to find themselves in an orphanage, or less fortunate!” I read, on the cover of the prestigious capital paper.
I have my bed room on my right, with a full-size bed. Maybe I am surprised by the change I found, the room is coloured in black. I have a black rubber sheet, and a matching quilt; while even the pillow is the same.
There are two double, sliding doors to my wardrobe; behind which I will have all my clothes. Behind the right pair of doors, I find full-length gloves, stockings, tights, tops and the skirts with integrated panties. The tops and skirts are hanging like a set, as in a bikini, while the stockings and gloves come as a separate suit or ensemble; something I guess I just have to get used to. If it is odd or practical, but the walls in my wardrobe are a highly reflective silver metallic, like a mirror would have been.
Behind the second pair of double door, I find full-body one-piece swim suits and full-length dresses or gowns; both with a zipper all the way down the back over my spine, imagining they do have a very interesting explanation. Then I also find the wash bin, or chute here; in which I place my used clothes, as I change by night.
”All clothes contained in this wardrobe are designed and crafted by Rarity in Ponyville, Equestria! The Carousel Boutique!” I read, quietly under my breath.
On second thought, I guess I could as well have a change of clothes; just to try them on, and not to stick out in the crowd of other fillies around here.
“Oh? This is why the Orphanage was called; the Filly’s Latex Orchard Orphanage?” I exclaimed, in shock as I realized what the clothes are made out of.
”All clothes contained in this wardrobe are enchanted by Twilight Sparkle in Ponyville, Equestria! The popular Princess of Friendship!” I read, quietly under my breath.
“I guess utter gloss would be the expression, and now I know why Ms. Latex Patcher’s clothes were so shiny as she was welcoming me to her Orphanage!” I pondered.
Cotton isn’t shiny, and not even silk comes with quite the lustre of polished latex rubber. Rubber is hygienic and easy to clean, or so I imagined as I placed a hand on the first bikini before me in the wardrobe.
”I’m impressed, if they can feature this prominent Ponies, supporting the orphanage?” I read, quietly under my breath.
Once I had made up my mind, I stepped out of my clothes and tossed them all right down the chute; never to think of them, as if I had thrown away my bad fortune. I am trying to embrace a new future with my new home, in the hopes that I can make new friends and build up a new family for myself. As a Pony, I need friends; I am dependent of the company of friends and family, something I could never deny even for myself.
With my old clothes and life down the chute, I pull down the first skirt and step right into it; only to find them fitting me perfectly, compliment of the magic that had changed the plaque on my door as I entered the room, even if I did not know it or realized it at the time. Then I pulled out the matching top and pulled it down over my head, finding a matching fit. I found a liquid shine to the bikini as I slipped into it comfortably.
Considering for a moment, before I pulled down a pair of stockings and slipped my hooves into them, right and left; pulling the stockings all the way up over my thighs. Once I am standing steadily, wearing the stockings; I pull out the gloves and slip my hands right in and pull them up, all the way to my shoulders.
Looking down, I notice the silver hue of my hooves. The bikini is a glistering black, while the panties are silicon white. At first the panties and bust is just a perfectly smooth surface, which changes fluidly under closer inspection as need be; ending up as if I had been nude, but placing desired emphasis in the details like the petals of my orchid and my now sanguine cherries. I have some problem to come to terms with the powerful magic implied and make up my mind as to how I am to react, ending up with a tentative smile just in case.
Of course I had noticed how the suit enhanced the definition of my body. Now I can enjoy sitting down with my plump rump, and my hips would fit perfectly in the chairs in my living room. When I place my hands on my hips, I feel the narrow waist. I guess I will enjoy the budding bust as a full B cup size too. As I lift up my right hand up before my face; I can clearly see the silicon white suction cup that is the palm of my hand, while my fingers merely enjoy the same enhanced definition as the rest of my body. Should I be shocked by the inch long, semi square nails? Or should I be excited by the bright cerise sensitive touching pads I have; covering the fingertips from the final joint, all the way up to the nail? Yet, the grip is thrilling me.
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As I turn around, focusing on the bedstand, I find a pair of nighttime panties. There is also a matching top, aside from bed boots and short gloves.
In surprise, I yelp as I see the face mask, a bit, blinders, and an assortment of similar night wear for over-night usage. I guess I just have to explore these, but I imagine they could wait until I am going to bed.
I am not sleepy, and Princess Celestia’s sun is definitely high on the sky. Nightwear can wait, for the moon of Princess Luna. I doubt anyone would cast blame if I leave them where I found them until dusk.
There may be time left of the promised hour, but I choose to walk out to my living room; these sofas and chairs had been starting to sound more and more exciting and enjoyable as time slipped by.
While I imagine they do have a library at the orphanage, but apparently I have a few books on the shelf to the right of the table.
“Twilight anecdotes; by Twilight Sparkle. All you need to know about apples, but were afraid to ask; by Applejack. Your pet and you; by Fluttershy. The rudimentary guide to Pink Comedy; by Pinkie Pie. Let the Music consume your spirit; by Vinyl Scratch!” I read on the covers of the books.
When I said comfortable; I mean that they are comfortable to sit in, but they are also comfortable looking in a spring green hue with a slight variation in colour.
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There is a knocking on the door as I sit comfortably in a chair. I rise to my hooves and walk to the door, opening it only to be greeted by Ms. Latex.
“Lunch time!” she declares in merry tones.
“Oh, thank you, Ms. Latex!” I responded, as I step out and follow her along the hall to the dining room.
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