.
I extend my right hand, placing the palm onto the plaque; as I spread my fingers, the door slide up before me.
“Time for bed, I am dead beat!” I ponder.
Now I step into my home, the door quietly closing behind me, as I step over the threshold.
“As much as I love these shoes, but I can't wear them indoors; these were intended for outdoors only!” I ponder, as I slip the shoes of.
Maybe I could have been wearing the shoes indoors, but it is my picture of the intent. Am I wrong?
It is not just in the fit and the comfort, but I certainly do love the design; as well as the little noises I hear as I walk, wearing the shoes.
“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” I ponder; remembering the walk from the elevator, towards my door.
I had never been the stealthy or the sneaker before; I make some noise, as I walk, I know it and do not mind. Now, I may not be perfectly soundless, but my steps are much quieter; than I could remember, I had ever been before. My steps are so soft, and my feet so light; explaining how, and why.
I place the palm of my hand onto the plaque, opening the door to the living-room; stepping over the threshold, knowing the door is closing behind me. I continue to the door, to my bed-room; extending my right hand towards the plaque, pressing the palm down and spread my fingers wide.
The door opens, and I step into the room. As the door closes, I continue towards the wardrobe. I open the doors, then look into the wardrobe. Everything is, exactly as I had left it. As if I had been expecting, anything to have been changed?
“Time to disrobe!” I ponder; “Even if I guess, I could have been sleeping in these clothes!” I continue.
Either way; I am used to disrobe, before I go to bed.
I pull the top up, over my head; before I place it on the floor of the wardrobe. The floor is empty and devoid of clothes. Where had my old clothes gone? I have no idea; and I don't care, right now. That is, for another time. When I check out, possibly.
With the top on the floor, I pull the skirt down and step out of it; before I am placing it on top of the pile.
Now I pull the panties down, stepping out of them; slipping them onto the pile, leaving them on the floor of the wardrobe.
“Maybe I should leave the gloves and stockings too?” I ponder.
I slip the right and left stocking off of my feet, placing them onto the pile; before I am slipping the right and left glove off of me, leaving them on the top of the pile.
“A pair of fresh panties!” I ponder, as I extend my right hand, extracting the desired garment.
I step into the panties, identical to the once I had just slipped out of; aside from the one and very small detail, these are new and fresh. I had worn the other pair of panties, but these are fresh out of the wardrobe.
Of course I am still wearing my collar. I had been wearing it since I put it on as I arrived. Then again; none had commented upon the collar, and I had found it comfortable enough not to be bothered by wearing it. It is far too tight, for it to be a problem in bed.
Since I had just changed into a fresh pair of panties, I close the wardrobe and turn towards the bed. With just a few steps, I am standing by the bed. Now I fold up the corner of the quilt, before I slide my feet in under it. I fold the quilt back, sliding in and lie down.
Moments after I had laid my head down, onto the pillow; I relax and fall asleep. That is the end of the day.
The new girl had just fallen asleep in her bed. Time to tend to her now. Epona is picking up the Fetish, representing the new girl; looking at her, with great interest.
“I am granting you the skin of your Idol: Twilight Sparkle!” Epona offers; as she is picking up the suit, freshly printed.
With the offer pronounced; she is putting the ensemble onto the body of the Idol; panties, top, stockings, gloves and finally the mask. The Idol, now covered in the purple silicon-skin; as if it had been purple all along.
“There, perfect!” Epona pronounces; “Now you are wearing her skin!” she concludes.
She is placing the Idol, back in its niche; where it will be waiting, for the attention awaiting it the next night.
I wake up, early; oblivious, of what had transpired during the night. I know nothing of the change, I had just experienced. I am about to learn of it; soon enough, though.
The light is off; but slowly brightens, as I am opening my eyes. For a moment, I am surprised; unaccustomed, to the high-tech automated lighting in the room where I had just woken up.
Everything feels right. I can't see the one change; I had gone through, during the night. Largely, because I need the light to actually see it. Besides; it also takes exposure, in order to see it.
Since I am on vacation; I can easily afford to just relax, and enjoy the moment in bed. I have nothing, demanding my presence.
I take my time, enjoying the moment; knowing the world is waiting for me, patiently. As I had opened my eyes, I casually scan the room; everything is where I had left it, the night before. Why shouldn't it? I know; none will enter the room, while I am asleep.
The moments are lazily slipping by, as I am enjoying it. Then, I finally fold the quilt up and slip my feet out of bed. I slip out of bed. As I set foot on the floor, I feel the warmth of the purple crystal.
“Ooh!” I exclaim; “This is life!” I then continue.
I sit up, on the side of my bed; for but a moment, before I raise to my feet. Of course, I am still bare-foot and nude, save for my panties. Purple panties.
During the night; I had already forgotten all, about the collar I had put on the other day. I fear, none will comment upon it, so I will not be bothered or reminded about it.
Once I stand up, I merely take a short moment to gather myself; before I walk over to the wardrobe. I extend my hand, towards the door and open it.
“Whoa?” I exclaim, as I notice that my hand is purple.
Other than the pigmentation, nothing had changed. I am feeling warm. Now I am opening the doors to the wardrobe. The floor is empty, and void; just as it had always been, aside from when I am undressing.
Slipping the panties off of me, takes me a moment; but as they slide down my legs, I just kick them in, into the wardrobe with graceful ease. As if it had been practiced.
I reach for my clothes, as I am marveling over the changed pigmentation of my hand. I extract a fresh pair of panties, step into them, before I pull them up, and finally afford them a few tentative tugs. With that, they hug my rump; eagerly holding on, in a loving embrace. I may swap panties on a daily basis; but it almost feels, as if they are a part of me by now. Odd?
“I guess I could get used to this!” I put forth; “These panties are just perfect, for me!” I add.
With that said, I am extracting the skirt; stepping into it, before I am pulling it all the way up. Only affording it a few tentative tugs, in order to ensure that perfect, comforting fit. I barely feel it on, though it is contracting tightly around my hips; reaching down to just above my knees.
Once the skirt is on, I extract the top; pulling it down over my head, affording it a few tentative tugs. As the top is on, I am all dressed up; comfortably.
“Since I am purple, maybe I should dare, to try out these full-length stockings now?” I ponder.
There is a pair of full-length toe-stockings, just as there was the other night. Yes; stockings with toes, not the short socks; but I do have these too, if and when I feel like trying them on. Not right now, but maybe later.
I extend the right hand into the wardrobe, as I am extracting the gloves; choosing the full-length gloves. I choose the once with these delicious and highly delicate details; like the once I had been wearing, the other day. Still not sure, why they had bothered to add the feature; but I still enjoy trying these out, today too.
As I had pulled the gloves on, and afforded them a few tentative tugs; I can see just how complementary, these gloves are.
“Ooh, ooh; delicious!” I mumble, under my breath.
The sensitive touch-pads at the end of each finger, and the inch-long, semi-square nails had been overly obvious; even as I had picked out these gloves. I had loved these features, when I had first tried them out; even if I had just tried them out, out of curiosity. Now they had come to stick, they grew on me; as they say, and I guess that fits to a T.
I like the nails clear, the bright, deep cerise is interesting; though I guess the silicon-white suction-cups covering the palms of my hands is a handful, to get used to. I have no idea, why I need them or how to use them; let alone, why they even bothered to design them in the first place.
While I have not yet noticed, or realized it; I am a bit more curious, and adventurous, than I had been before. Is this part of the change, coming with the change in my pigmentation; am I turning into Twilight Sparkle? I just like to explore, and experience things; I had never expected I wanted to try out, before. Presented to me, I simply choose to experience, what I have before me.
Either way, I am becoming more and more, just like her. Maybe I had chosen to book the room, at this very hotel; but I had not realized, what consequences were included in the deal. Had I chosen this room, if I had known? I am not sure. Maybe my feelings are tainted, by the changes I have already been exposed to, and am now experiencing?
I walk up to the door, to the living-room, open the door and continue to the door to the cloak-room. Now I am opening the door, stepping over the threshold. Once in the cloak-room, I approach the shoe-rack, eager to explore the shoes I had been presented with. I am hoping, the Crescent Moon shoes are still available.
On the one side; I have the sneakers and high heels, and even a pair of moccasins. At least, it is what I think they are. Each, made out of purple silicon; just as they had been, the previous night. I do have a set of Crescent Moon; the equine, the bovine, and the cervine once. All stylized, cute and rounded. While the shoe is largely skin-tone purple, the tip is deeper and darker; glistering, deliciously glossy.
“I think I choose these, equine once!” I ponder, as I stick with my original choice.
Unwittingly, I had confirmed my choice. I am staying on course, towards becoming Twilight. How fitting; when I am staying in a room, at the Twilight Hotel.
Since I now am fully dressed up, I turn towards the outer door; walking over and open the door with practiced ease. I step over the threshold, and the door is closing behind me. Now I walk to the elevator, where Ellie is awaiting me.
I extend the right hand, towards the plaque; pressing the palm of the hand down, firmly. As I spread my fingers, the doors are parting for me, I step in and the doors slide shut, behind me.
“Good morning, Ms. A!” Ellie exclaims, in an enthusiastic greeting.
“Good morning, Ellie!” I respond, greeting her as an old friend.
“Time for breakfast, which restaurant would you prefer?” she inquires.
“Is there a buffet, available; on the top floor?” I respond.
“Yes; as a matter of fact, there is!” she offers.
“That sounds great!” I respond; feeling the gravity increase, as the floor is moving upwards.
“Interested in the sun-raise?” she offers.
“Sounds delightful; thank you, Ellie!” I respond.
“Coming right up, if you excuse the silly pun!” she responds.
Due to the steep climb, the experienced pseudo-gravity is increasing; more than I recall, from the other night. Though I had only moved up, a few measly floors; to my room, not all the way up to the top of the building.
The trip is fairly uneventful. I reach the top, and the doors slide up before me.
“This is the top, where your breakfast is served!” Ellie offers.
“Thank you, Ellie; and see you, after breakfast!” I respond.
“See you, Ms. A!” she responds.
I step out, and the doors are sliding shut; just one step behind me. There is a small space; almost like the lobby, at the entrance outside. There is a desk, just like the one downstairs, with a girl, just like the one I had met as I checked in.
“Welcome to Twilight's Top of the World breakfast-buffet, Ms. A!” she exclaims, as she sees me approaching.
Of course, she had known I was coming; since Ellie the Waitress had informed her, while I was on my way up. No chock, or surprise there.
I am enjoying the chat-like familiarity, I am experiencing here. It is almost, as if I had been to Ponyville, Equestria; where Twilight Sparkle herself is living. Even if I do not know of that part. I am however enjoying the experience, nonetheless. Why shouldn't I?
Maybe the familiarity makes it feel, as if she had been my friend; just like Ellie the Waitress, and the girl tending the desk in the lobby at the ground-floor. I certainly do enjoy the warm, friendly atmosphere.
Speaking of atmosphere; I am still experiencing the full atmospheric pressure of ground level under one standard G. The ventilation is clearly set to maintain the pressure at exactly the same level, no matter, on which level I am at the moment.
“Thank you, I am looking forwards towards the buffet!” I respond.
“Step right out, breakfast is served!” she offers.
Now I notice a purple shimmer, over the glass-doors before me. At first, I wonder why it is shimmering on the glass; which I soon is learning, the reason behind. As I step out, I notice how much lower the air-pressure is; as I step out, feeling the air on the outside of the building.
Before me, I have a path laid with black stone; leading to the buffet tables, where all the food has been served. As I follow the path, I feel the inch-thick clear silicon-coating covering each black stone; taking me towards the table before me. I am looking forwards, to sample the foods; presented to me, on the table before me.
Just as expected; I have a line of cereals, müsli and porridge. I have bread, juices and milk; naturally. Strangely, there are no eggs, sausages or bacon; but I guess it is not considered appropriate for breakfast, for Twilight.
There is jam and marmalade; then I have cheese and thin slices of various meat-base intended to go on the bread. I also have various vegetables, sliced and diced.
I take a tray, and place a bowl and a plate on it; with a pair of glasses, on the side. I stack various delicious looking vegetables on the plate. I feel safe, with taking a glass of orange juice and a glass of milk; to start up. For the finale, I choose a few types of cereals, before I pour milk on. With that, I leave the table; heading for the first table, where I can sit and enjoy my meal.
I scan the surroundings, in search of the table I am looking for; with a view, where I could enjoy to sit. After about a minute, I find my table. It is hexagonal, and is clearly facing the open space toward the luscious, green forest. Another minute, and I have navigated to the table. I place the tray on the table, before I pull the seat out, then promptly sit down to enjoy my first breakfast at the Twilight Hotel's top of the world. I am clearly at least a mile up; so this is an unexpected experience, on my part.
“This is indeed the top of the world!” I ponder, as I dig in.
I had just returned to my table, with a cup of tea; as I sit down and enjoy the end of the meal.
The tea is hot, and I thus sip very slowly. It is delicious, to the standard I had come to expect; from something served, at the top of the world, at the Twilight Hotel. Should I have poured a dash of water in, to cool the tea, so that I could have drunk faster? Why? I like to take my time, so that I can enjoy my tea.
As I take the last sip of my tea, the cup is empty; my meal concludes, so I push the chair back and raise to my feet. As I walk from the table; I push the chair back into position, under the table. A moment later; a waiter is collecting the cup, carrying it from the table to be washed.
Now I walk along the path, back towards the elevator. I barely stop, before the door. It is opening before me, while that purple glow is holding the air inside as I am walking into the building.
As I reach the door, to the elevator, I extend my right hand, placing the palm onto the plaque, spreading my fingers to open the door. The door opens, and I step over the threshold; as I enter the elevator, the door is closing behind me.
“Hello, Ms. A!” Ellie exclaims.
“Hello, Ellie!” I respond.
“The breakfast was enjoyable, I take it!” she continues.
“Yes, thank you!” I respond.
“How was the view?” she inquires.
“Breath-taking!” I respond.
Of course, by now it is unavoidable to miss; the elevator is falling, and the acceleration is steep. Since I trust Ellie to manage the ride, I do not worry. Besides, I see the room continuing is a bent path; even if that is taking me right back, to where I had come from.
“I am looking forwards, to enjoying my breakfast up there!” I ponder.
“Anything planned, for the day?” she inquires.
“A shower, and lunch!” I respond.
“Excellent choices!” she responds.
The acceleration is slowing down, surprisingly early; before it slows down, to make a smooth stop at my floor. The doors open, and I step out.
“See you, Ms. A!” Ellie offers.
“See you, Ellie!” I respond.
Now I am walking, the short distance to my door. I extend my hand, pressing the palm onto the plaque; seeing the door opening before me.
I step into my suite, and the door quietly close behind me. I am once more alone, in the privacy of my very own home. It is quiet, and comforting. Maybe I had had my share of company, for now.
Once I am home, I pull the shoes off of my feet, putting them back, onto the shoe-rack.
“I could have that shower now, or in a few more minutes!” I ponder.
I would have to disrobe; before I could properly enjoy my shower, of course.
“Maybe some music; to ease of the quiet, in the room!” I ponder, as I continue towards the living-room.
Now I just have to open the door, before I step over the threshold; then the door is closing behind me, while I walk over to the sofa-table. I sit down, comfortably; as I place the palm of my right hand, onto the table. I feel the surface of the plaque, just as I had before.
The control activates the TV, and the systems it is connected to. I feel my way, through the control, navigating the systems and the options.
“Classical, seems fine!” I mumble, as the screen lights up.
Animated images, illustrating the music is dancing on the screen, before me, as I hear the music, playing in the entire room.
“Ah, that is better!” I ponder.
“I should enjoy my shower!” I mumble, to myself; as I walk back, towards the door.
As I reach the door, to the cloak-room; I extend my right hand, pressing the palm towards the plaque. Now I feel the warm embrace, as I spread my fingers; thus opening the door, before I step into the room before me. The door is closing behind me, just as I had stepped over the threshold.
I take a few steps, towards the door into the shower; extending my right hand, pressing the palm on the plaque. The doors slide up, and I am stepping right in. I stop, just after the doors had closed behind me.
I am alone, in the very small space of the room.
Now I pull the top up, over my head, placing it on the seat on my right. From there, I slip my skirt down, placing it onto the top. I pull my panties down.
“Oups!” I ponder; “Forgot the gloves and stockings!” I continue.
Once I realized my mistake, I stop; slowly pulling the gloves of, right and left. I place the gloves on the top of the pile; before I start pulling my stockings of, one at the time. Right and left. With all the garments of; I am nude; with the ensemble, resting in a pile on the seat before me.
I open the door, to the shower; stepping over the threshold, before I close the door behind myself.
With the final doors, closed behind me, I am standing in the shower, looking forwards to the treat. I place the palm of my right hand, onto the plaque; focusing on the task at hand. The water slowly starts to fall down, upon me from above; like a gentle rain, in a hot summer afternoon.
“I really need this!” I ponder, as the water is washing my skin.
Each drop of water, washing away just a little of the dirt; covering my skin, carrying it down the drain. As the water is washing over me; I feel the last of the stress washing of, flowing away with the warm water.
After a few minutes, I see the effect of shampoo, on the floor. The effect only lasts, for a few minutes; before the shampoo is also washed away. I am once more perfectly clean.
Now I just stand in the middle of the rain, enjoying the warm feeling of water; washing over me, comforting me.
“Whoa!” I exclaim; “That was unexpected!” I continue.
Well, it works, and I do enjoy it. After about fifteen minutes, the water slowly stop; replaced by a hot gust of wind, drying me up. It had been a treat, I am certain; I will enjoy again, and again.
It is not, as if I am checking out, today; so I will have several days left, to enjoy this treat.
Since I have showered, and my skin is dry; I open the door and step out of the shower. I had enjoyed it, but there is no point in staying in this cramped space now.
I bend over, and pick up a large towel from under the other seat. Naturally, the towel is purple. Lavender. I can't help, but giggle at this persistent pattern. I am facing it, everywhere. Maybe it is a bit over the top?
With the towel in hand, I rub it against my skin for a few minutes, before I am making a skirt out of it and wear it as such. This towel certainly is large enough, for this. Five foot, by four.
With the towel as a skirt, I open the door, before I am stepping out into the cloak-room. I feel an urge, so I approach the girl's room. I extend my right hand, pressing the palm onto the plaque. I see the door sliding up, so I am stepping in. As I pass the threshold, the door is closing behind me.
“Curious, but I think I should be able to use this!” I ponder.
I step up, on the pad; leaning back against the wall, fairly comfortable. It is not exactly customary, for me; but I can make this comfortable. I feel the utility line up, and the tubes enter me. I relax, as the tubes are dilating just enough; for the effect to carry me away. I feel the pressure lessen, as my bladder is emptied.
The tubes are both reverting to normal, just before they retract; slipping out of me, releasing me. I am stepping down, feeling quite relieved. My business concluded; I can leave the girl's room, as I please.
“That was an experience, I had never expected!” I ponder.
I step forwards, approaching the sink; extending my hands under the flow of warm water, washing my hands clean. I am ready, to leave the room.
Once I am done, I approach the door; extending my right hand, pressing the palm towards the plaque. As I spread my fingers, the door slides up; I walk out of the room, still nude. Of course, I am alone; none is watching, so I don't have to care.
“Maybe I should sit and listen to my music!” I ponder.
The sofa certainly is comfortable, enough. I walk over to the door, to the living-room; extending my right hand, pressing the palm of my hand against the plaque. I spread my fingers, thus opening the door; stepping into the room, knowing it is closing just behind my back.
“While I don't have to, I feel like putting something on!” I ponder; as I continue towards the door, to my bed-room.
Now I approach the door, to my bed-room, extending my right hand, pressing the palm towards the plaque.
“Wait, that sensation is growing on me!” I realize, with mild surprise.
I am not really chocked, because it had never been painful, or even that uncomfortable; and it is a convenient means, of controlling my home. It is keeping me safe, maintaining a sense of privacy I had never really expected.
Since I never see any of the discarded clothes, and I always have a good supply of fresh once; I am getting used, to leaving the clothes where I drop them. Safe in the knowledge, the clothes are always there, for me.
I open the door, to my wardrobe; extracting a fresh pair of panties, stepping right into them. Now I just pull them up, affording them a few tentative tugs. I really do love the feel, I get from wearing these panties.
I don't know why, but do I really need to know? With the panties on, I am extracting a new skirt; identical to the once I have previously warm, stepping right into it. Now I am just pulling it up; adjusting it with a few tentative tugs.
I know I am wearing the panties, largely due to the strange sensation it is giving me in my orifices. I barely feel it, as it is hugging my hips evenly. The purple hue is so close to my new skin-tone; the only thing revealing it, is the glossy and smooth surface. I can only guess, this had been intentional; on their part, all along. Maybe Rarity had designed the garments, for everyone in the hotel?
With the skirt on, I extract a top; pulling it down over my head, before I afford it a few tentative tugs. Since the top is on, I consider myself dressed up and quite comfortable. I could step out and continue my day.
Only now, I feel an adventurous streak coming over me; so I extract a pair of short socks, not the toe-variety either. I bend over; and pull them on, right and left. I notice how these socks still contract around my feet, giving a hint of the feet they are covering. Though I can barely see the toes, and can not feel or control them, by any means.
“Curious!” I ponder; “Curious, indeed!” I continue.
I leave it at that, permitting the short socks to stay on; at least, for now. Could not really hurt, could it? These short socks barely even reach up to my ankles, but I guess that is just fine. At least, for now. Even if I had started to grow used, to the feeling of these longer stockings, I had been wearing.
“For contrast, I should try these full-length gloves!” I ponder; “Maybe I could enjoy these, curious features!” I continue.
Now I extract a pair of gloves; slipping the right hand into the first glove, affording it a few tentative tugs, before I continue with the left one. Only giving it a few tentative tugs, in order to make sure it is the right fit.
These gloves does indeed cover my arms all the way up; but unlike the once I wore before, they have no touch-pads, no suction-cups, but they do still retain these inch-long, semi-square nails.
At first glance; my hands look exactly as they did before I slipped these gloves on, short of these beautiful nails. I guess I could not complain, exactly. Why, these does both look and feel great.
Nothing had changed, I can still open any door in my suite; just as I can control the light and shower. I am still recognized, as Ms. A.
Once I had finished dressing up, I close the wardrobe and turn towards the door to my living-room. As I approach the door, I extend my right hand, pressing the palm of the hand towards the plaque. I feel it eagerly accepting me, as the door opens before me. I step out, and the door is closing behind me. The classical music is still playing, in the living-room. As I had been expecting. I had after all given the command for it to stop. With that, it will keep playing.
I think it is on a randomized loop, picking a new tune; it had not played within a given time-span. So long, as the music is maintaining the mood; it is fine by me. Maybe there is a gradual swing, towards a different mood; changing so gradually, I do not directly pick up on it.
The selection was set to a fairly frisky mood, shifting between happy and excited. Never knew; just how much good classical music was produced, back in the day of the classical era.
Once I had entered the living-room, I walk over to the sofa; choosing the middle seat, sitting down comfortably.
My hands, comfortably resting on the armrest; as I sit down, relaxing. I lift up my right hand, before my eyes; watching it, scrutinizing the intricate details I had failed to notice before. Only when I focus upon the hand, do I access the special control of these features. I had never realized, they were even there; before I am focusing upon them, as I am looking directly at my right hand. Curious? Intriguing? Enjoyable and delicious, most certainly. Even if I guess, it could as easily have been scary, and frightening. Discovering this, unannounced; could be a frightening chock.
Naturally; I have no suction, without the suction-cups. Just as I have no excitable sensitivity, without these delicious touch-pads. I still do have the designed nails; even if they come with a tinge of blue, in this case.
These are not regular gloves, which leaves me with a set of functions or features. I am in perfect control of the features, if I focus on controlling them, which I had previously ignored. Only now, as I am focusing on the right hand; do I finally reach out, and focus on these details.
“If I press my fingers together, I can make them fuse; making it into what appears to be a doll-hand. If I spread my fingers, I could have developed webbed fingers; like the once a Mermaid is supposed to have, when she is swimming under the surface of the sea!” I realize.
With focus and practice, I could combine or recombine the features; to satisfy my own desires and fantasies. I need the focus to perform these more delicate and subtle changes; to suit my mood, and to make this useful. The more delicate, the harder it is to manage.
Simply pressing my fingers, will change nothing, just as spreading them, does not change anything either. Had it been that easy, I would have noticed it; when I opened the door into the living-room. Wouldn't I?
Nothing had happened, then; even if one could have assumed, the plaque had blocked the feature, for its very own purposes. Though I had been focusing, on controlling the door; via the use of the plaque, then.
Now I am not placing the hand onto the plaque, I am merely holding it up; as I am watching the palm of my hand.
With just a little bit of focus, I see the webbing between my fingers develop; growing thicker and picking up a purple hue, as it is spreading up towards the tips of my fingers.
“Whoa!” I exclaim, in obvious excitement; as I am observing the change developing, before my very eyes.
“Now I need a swimming-pool, in order to make full use of this!” I ponder.
Only I do not have a swimming-pool here, right now. Maybe I could ask Ellie, the waitress; she seems to know everything, around here. Maybe I should be checking this out, later. For now, I return to my excitement, discovering the features lent to my hands. I enjoy exploring, what is before me. Maybe this is something developing here, linked to the changes I am experiencing. I do not know, and I do not care; right now.
As I start to press my fingers together, I notice the webbing between my fingers is receding as I go along. As my fingers touch, the webbing had vanished all-together. As I continue, pressing them together further; I notice my fingers fusing together, as if they had been melting just enough to fuse.
“Oh, oh, oh!” I exclaim, hastily ceasing the activity.
As I spread my fingers, they part effortlessly; just as intended. Maybe I could make something exciting, with this?
Now I keep my fingers spread, as wide as I could; but focus on pressing the two middle fingers together, just a little at the time. Slowly, slowly; I focus on the effort at hand.
While I could not have recreated the touch-pads, or the sensitivity they were lending to me, I can still have plenty of fun; exploring, and experiencing what I have in these gloves as well.
“Wait, that's interesting!” I mumble, under my breath.
I pull the skirt up, with my left hand; before I place the hand at the edge of the armrest. Now I am placing my right hand onto the top of my mound, caressing the smooth surface of the silicon-panties, covering my crotch.
“Ooh, ooh!” I breather, as my fingers slip over the sensitive flesh.
“Maybe, just a little bit harder?” I ponder; as I continue to tease myself, with my fingers.
I soon find myself becoming dilated, as the panties allow for closer contact. After a moment, I realize, that I am feeling the first hint of wetness. I am in fact wet.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I exclaim, in growing excitement.
I had been neither prepared for this, or expecting it by any stretch. Of course, I am finding the silicon-membrane stretching; in order to dilate my orchid with the growing pressure. The pressure, I am asserting upon myself.
“Whoa?” I ponder; as I am realizing, I am growing wet.
Since I am growing excited, by the stimulation I am applying; I am happily exploring this for a while longer. Nothing lost, if there is no harm done; I can enjoy myself, in the privacy of my own home. Why couldn't I?
“Is it the gloves, or the panties; all along?” I ponder; as I continue to tease myself with increasing pressure, applied.
While it may not matter, right now; it is something I will have to explore, at some later time. Becoming twilight Sparkle, leads to increasing curiosity; something I had not been expecting, when I had booked this suite. Would I still have booked this suite, had I known of these consequences? I have no idea, and it is not; as if I am about to learn that, any time soon. Or, at all. It is far too late, to consider that now.
Then again, I am not Twilight Sparkle just yet; I am just purple, and increasingly curious and inquisitive.
If Twilight is happy, I guess I am too. Even if I don't even know of her. Does it matter, if I even know her name? I have no idea, and I am not exactly caring.
The more excited I become, the more my orchid is dilating; and the stiffer its petals are growing, only to become even more excitable in the process.
At first, the panties had been smooth; only now; I realize the petals of my orchid growing prominent, and the orifice in the middle starting to show.
“Whoa!” I exclaim, as the deeper truth is revealing itself.
“Wait, what is that?” I ponder; “I thought, I was wearing the panties now!” I continue; “Did I press through, or ruin my wondrous panties?” I conclude.
As I bed forwards, examining the mound; I notice the panties still are unharmed. Though I can clearly see the delicate petals of my orchid surfacing, just as I can see the orifice starting to show.
“Curious!” I ponder, as I realize, just how wondrous these panties are.
I continue to rub the orchid, gently rubbing it slowly; in order to stimulate myself, to enjoy the moment for a while longer. Since I enjoy this, I can as well explore this for a little while longer. Couldn't I?
What I am not realizing, it the positive reinforcement; this exploration is forcing upon me, making it easier and easier to return to where I am sitting right now. Just a single orgasm, would make it natural to the point of becoming instinctive.
I like to explore this, in deep detail; not rushing it through, just to get it done. Why? What is the point of that? If I am enjoying it, and myself; all the more important, to take it slow and get the details just right.
I had pushed through, and I have discovered this; now I am continuing, slower and pressing lighter and lighter as I go. I want to see how little, I could get away with; now as I had broken through, and enjoy it for all it is worth.
The petals of my orchid, is clearly all the way through; hard as cured rubber and the orchid in full bloom.
“I could try another approach!” I ponder; “But that should wait!” I conclude.
Maybe I will have to start over, but that is okay. I don't know, when I will be getting to it; but I know I will explore this further, at a later opportunity. It isn't, as if I had the time to explore this further; while I am here, at the Twilight Hotel.
“Ooh, ooh, ooh!” I exclaim, in growing excitement.
As I continue to caress the petals, of my orchid, I feel the excitement growing, further and further. Moment by moment, the moment is growing near; when I am to experience, what I had been hoping for.
“Oooh, oooh; oooooh!” I exclaim, as I am closing in on the instant.
Slower and slower, I am teasing myself; lighter and lighter, my touch still sliding over the stiff petals of my orchid.
The closer I get, the hotter I feel; ending up, glowing, incandescent. There it is, the orgasms; I slowly come to a final halt, as I pull my right hand back.
I lift my hands up, before my eyes; observing the effect of my exploration. Just too excited, to focus on my hands; thus incapable, of effecting the change desired. Maybe the after-glow of the orgasm is still distracting me?
As I look down, the petals still show; quite clearly, before my eyes. I can not go out, now; I can not go anywhere, though I guess I could have gone to bed. Just that I do not want, to go to bed.
I sit still, relaxing; enjoying the music, permitting it to carry me away from where I am. Not hasting it; but just to permit the excitement to ebb down, on its own.
While I am still excited, and happy; the after-glow is slowly subsiding, fading out. I renew my effort, focusing on what is before me; now I see my hands, reverting to the original and default.
“Oh!” I mumble; “Ah, there you go!” I continue; “I guess I could go out, now!” I conclude.
I push myself up, as I raise to my feet; looking down at my feet, clad in the short socks.
“I think I will need to change these socks!” I mumble, to myself.
With that, I raise to my feet; before I am walking over to the door, into the bed-room. I open the door and enter my room, as the door is closing behind me. Now I am walking the last few steps, over to the wardrobe; before I am opening the doors and look at what I have before me.
I lift up my right foot, before I am pulling the sock of; placing it on the bottom of the wardrobe, leaving it there. Now I put the bare foot onto the floor, before I am lifting the left foot; pulling the sock off of the foot, before I can finally place it onto the pile.
With both the socks of, I cast a glace down onto my feet; for but a moment, the feet loos as if I had still been wearing the socks. While the effect lasts for but a short instant, it had already taught me something; I do not wish my feet to look, like this. Of course, after a moment; my feet reverts back to what they use to look. Thankfully. I sigh.
Now I find the stockings I had in mind, extract the right stocking and lift up the foot; insert the foot and pull the stocking all the way up.
As I have managed to get the stocking on, I place the foot onto the floor; placing my weight on it, and lift my left foot as I extract the stocking. For but a short moment, I look down at the right foot; enjoying the looks, of the foot covered with the glossy, purple silicon. Since the left foot is up, and I have the matching stocking in my hands, I insert the foot into the stocking, then pull the stocking all the way up. Slowly. Once the stocking is meeting the panties, I afford it a few tentative tugs.
Finally back, on my own two feet; am wearing the full-length toe-stockings, once more. As I look down, I see my feet; just the way I want them to look, and I do not want them to change.
“Maybe, just maybe, I should change into my regular gloves, too?” I ponder.
As fun as these new gloves may have been, I think I prefer to wear the once with the features I like to show of. I can still change, slipping these new once on; any time I like, if and when I am in a more frisky mood. Couldn't I?
I pull the gloves of, right and left; leaving them in a pile, on the floor of the wardrobe.
Now I extract the right glove, with the preferred features; slip my hand in, before I pull it all the way up. I only afford it a few tentative tugs, before I extract the left glove. No I slip my hand in, pull it up; before I am affording it a few tentative tug, in order to finish the change.
“There, now I am back to the normality; I know and love, just the way I like it!” I ponder.
“Of course; remind me, not to clap my hands!” I tease myself; giggling, at the idea.
Since I had changed, into new gloves and stockings; I continue towards the door, after I had closed the wardrobe. From there; I extend my right hand, pressing the palm against the plaque. As I spread my fingers, the door eagerly opens up for me. I step through; and the door is closing behind me, as I continue through the living-room.
As I reach the door, to the cloaking-room; I extend my right hand, and press the palm firmly onto the plaque. Now I am spreading my fingers, to open the door; stepping over the threshold, and the door is closing behind me.
For a moment, I stop; standing in the middle of the room, pondering. I turn towards the shoe-rack, approaching it, then pick up my customary Crescent Moon shoes. I slip them on, right and left; enjoying the feeling of these shoes, I had come to prefer.
Now I am turning towards the outer door, of my home; approaching the door, with my right hand extended. I press the palm of the hand onto the plaque, spreading my fingers, and the door is sliding up for me. As I step out, the door once more close behind me; as I walk towards the elevator, approaching the next door.
As I reach the elevator, I extend my right hand, pressing it against the plaque, then spread my fingers wide. The door opens, and I step right in; the door closes, and I am in the elevator.
“Hello, Ms. A!” she exclaims.
“Hello, Ellie!” I respond.
“Time, for lunch?” she inquires.
“Yes, it is; I am hungry, but would love to see a different restaurant!” I respond.
“How about, Twilight's Food Court?” she offers.
“Sounds like a treat!” I respond.
“Coming right up!” she responds, and I feel the floor falling from under my hooves.
This fall is not quite as steep, as when I had returned from the restaurant: The Top of the World, and just slightly steeper, than when I had arrived here.
“Bon appetite” Ellie exclaims, just as the doors slide up before me.
“Thank you, Ellie!” I respond; just before I step out of the elevator, once more.
Everything is surprisingly familiar, and the style is identical. I walk towards the restaurant.
“Twilight's Food-Court” I read, on the doors.
I step into the restaurant, with eager steps.
“Clip, clop, clip, clop!” is heard from my hooves, as I continue towards the counter.
“What would you like to have, today?” the girl behind the desk inquires.
Since I had read the menu, I had looked up; the girl looks like the girl in the lobby, where I had entered the hotel.
“Oat-burger, and hay-fries; please!” I respond.
“Oat-burger, and hay-fries; coming right up, in a few minutes!” she responds.
“Interesting names, on this menu!” I ponder.
With the food ordered, I continue to walk over to the first available table. A few minutes, after I had sat down, the girl arrives at my table of choice, and places the plate before me.
“Don't forget to pick up something to drink, from the stand!” she reminds me.
“Thank you!” I respond; “I'll make sure to get the drink!” I continue; “Drinks included!” I ponder.
I raise to my feet, and walk over to the stand; where they serve the drinks, and fill up a glass with orange juice. Now I return to my table, and sit down.