> Passion for Fashion
>  by Kentavritsa
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> Preparation: 1
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I had been accepted, as Rarity’s model, and I am ecstatic.

The hot shower is invigorating, and I have put on a pair of panties and a top she was putting before me.
Even knowing the position is very demanding, I had still chosen to apply, and she had approved the application.

There is a top and a skirt, hanging in the wardrobe, waiting for me.  I pull out the skirt, stepping into it; before I am pulling it up, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice in order to acquire the perfect fit.  The skirt is surprisingly comfortable, even if I guess I should have been expecting this from Rarity’s wardrobe.

I pull out the shirt, pulling it down over my head; only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.
“That was easy, but I have the actual show before me!” I ponder.

Since I am finally dressed up, I walk over to the door to the make-up room; knocking  on the door: once, twice and trice.  The door quietly slides up, before me; I step into the room, only to see the girl waiting for me.

“Have a seat, please!” the manicurist offers, generously; with a bright smile on her face.

“Thank you!” I respond, as I walk over and sit down in the offered seat before the girl.

“Place your hands on the desk, please; palms down and spread your fingers, and I will fix your manicure for you!” she instructs me, with the same cheerful tone to her voice.

“Almost too cheerful..” I ponder; “did she ask Pinkie Pie to apply the manicure, in disguise?” I conclude, giggling at the mere notion.

Maybe she could pull off both the disguise, and apply the manicure; but still, Rarity could find a qualified manicurist for this event?  Couldn’t she?

As I place my hands onto the desktop before her, she uncaps the vial of metallic electric blue gel polish.

I watch her, as she is painting my nails, one by one, starting with the thumb moving all the way to the pinkie finger’s nail.  Starting at the edge of the root, at the center of the nail; moving all the way over the tip of the nail.  Right, left; right left.

“Just hold still..” she chimes, as she is placing the device over my hands, in order for the gel to cure.

"Ping!” is heard, as the gel is cured.

She pulls the device back.

“Palms up, please!” she chimes, and I comply.

I watch her, as she is uncapping another vial of cerise gel.  Only this time, she is coating the tips of each finger.  From the final joint of the finger and all the way in under the nail.

I giggle, as I watch the silly idea; but hold my tongue, knowing Rarity had instructed her to perform.

“Palms down!” she chimes.

As I watch her, silently, she is painting a clear coat over the blue gel.  One nail at the time, in the same manner as with the gel. Right and left hand, in order.

“A special gloss?” I inquire, even as my nails are utter gloss.

“Nope!” she responds, with a tirade of giggle flowing over her lips, like a song of exotic birds.

She is producing a set of nail clip-ons for me.  Each, a silver metallic.  Semi-square, and appears to be about an inch long.

“Put these on, then press each down for three seconds; you will feel, when it is time to let go!” she explains.

“Oh, okay!” I respond; as I am picking up the clip-on for my right thumb-nail, pressing it firmly onto the nail.

There is a momentarily tingling sensation and I let go, only to pick up the next clip-on.  Like this, I am repeating the process, nail by nail: until I have finished the entire process.

“Now, you can take them off, please!” she chimes.

“Oh, okay!” I respond, as I flip off one of the clip-ons at the time.

“Whoa?” I exclaim, as I find my nails had adjusted to the shape of the Clip-ons she had offered me.

The nails, now the work of Rarity’s fashion genius; reformed, to maintan this appearance.

What is astonishing me, no end; is the idea of these touch-pads I had been gifted with, even if I don’t yet know what they are and how they will be affecting me in the future.  For now, it is little more than an aesthetic change; since I can’t see any depth, or feel any increased sensitivity one had been expected to be associated with these pads.

Just as I am looking up, she is pushing a button; alerting the Make-up Artist, that I am ready to see her now.

The next moment, the LED turned from yellow to green; indicating that she is ready, to see me now.

“Since I am done, you should be seeing the Make-up Artist; I believe, she is awaiting you now!” the Manicurist prompts.

“Oh, okay!” I respond, as I am raising to my feet.

As I am walking over to the door, the door quietly slides up before me; the girl is waiting for me, on the other side in the adjacent room.  Small as the room may be, but there is adequate space for her desk and the two chairs.

The desktop is crystal clear, looking like glass.  She had lined up the products, she had planned to apply; based off of the Photo, and Rarity’s instructions based on what she had in mind for me to wear.  Of course, she had hand-picked me for a special line.

Both the desk, and the seats are titanium, but my seat has been afforded a crystal-clear cushion for me to sit on; just as the Make-up Artist’s seat.  I find the squishy cushion rather comfortable.

“Lean forwards, please!” she chimes, as I had finally sat down and pulled my seat in under my side of her desk.

“Of course!” I respond, as I am following her instruction.

“Can you give me a smile, please?” she inquires; demonstratively showing one of her own, in order to give me an idea as to what she had in mind.

I make my best impression, of her smile; and she picks up a clear lip-liner.  Now she is drawing a line from the right to the left, along the upper border of my lips; then from the left to the right, along the lower border of my lips.

“There, beautiful..” she coos, as she is putting the lip-liner to the side, then picks up the lip-balm.

At least, it is what I think it is.  Maybe you could call it the base-coat, for my lips?

I maintain the smile, as she continues her work; applying the lip-gloss onto my lips.  From the center to the right, and from the center towards the left on my upper lip; before she continues from the center to the right, and from the center to the left.

“My lips are feeling wet, but smooth and more elastic than I had been expecting!” I ponder.

“If you can maintain that smile; just just a bit longer, please?” she inquires.

“She is never missing a beat, and that voice is a bit seductive without going overboard!” I ponder.

She is picking up a lip-stick, matching my nails; only to pick up a brush to apply the lip-stick.

I enjoy the effort, finding it enjoyable to feel her painting my lips.  I simply could not deny it.  Of course, she is applying the blue lip-stick; in the same manner, as she had applied the clear lip-balm.  Or, maybe it is a primer, for the lip-stick to have something to hold on to.

“Just a moment, please..” she coos.

“Okay!” I ponder.

“Now; if you could close your eyes, please?” she inquires.

She is putting back the equipment she had used, in order to paint my lips; before she is producing the equipment, to apply the make-up onto my eyes.

I can’t see the items, or the colour of the eye-shadow she had chosen.  Though I know Rarity had been selecting everything.  She is quite meticulous, when it comes to colours matching.  The make-up has to be perfect for my face, just as it has to compliment my hair.

Now I feel the brush, as she is painting my eye-lids; from the center to the right, and from the center to the left.  Both my upper, and lower eye-lids in turn; the right eye, and then the left eye.  If the lip-stick is anything to go by, it is just the clear base; for the colour to have something, to hold on to.  Guess I do not mind.

Only this time, she is applying a second layer of the clear coating; while my eyes remain closed.  I relax.

Once, twice, and thrice; she is building up the foundation, upon which to paint the eye-shadow.  Without a liner to bind the make-up in place, she is forced to use a different method and a different product.

I feel the brush, as she is applying the make-up; slowly building up the shadow, layer by layer.

Once, twice and thrice; she is applying the colour to my eye-lids, a silver metallic this time.  Only once she had finished applying the shadow; I feel the brush returning once more.  Only this time, the clear gel is intended to seal the shadow in place.

“Is this, for a single event?” I ponder; “Even if this event may last for hours, and I may be exposed to glaring, hot light for hours on end?” I continue.

“Open your eyes, please!” she coos.

“That voice?” I ponder; “had she been trained as a Hypnotist before?” I consider.

Just as I am opening my eyes, she is producing the eye-liner; drawing a line from the inner corner to the other corner of my right eye.  The upper line, then the lower one; then she moves on to perform the art on my left eye too.

She had drawn the line between the eyelash and the eye-lid; before she is drawing the line outside the eye-lash.

“If you can hold still; for just a moment, please?” she inquires.

“Okay!” I respond; trying my best, to hold my head as still as possible as she is working her magic.

With open eyes, I can see her producing a black mascara.  She starts to curl the upper right eye-lash upwards, as she is pulling the brush back and slightly up in the process.  She moves over to the left eye; repeating the process, applying the glossy black gel onto the eye-lash of my left eye.

Now she is repeating the process, on the lower eye-lashes, right and left.

While I manage to keep my head still, she is repeating the process over and over: once, twice and thrice; building up the effect, with each applied layer.  Unbeknownst to me, the gel is now saturating my eye-lashes; leaving my eye-lashes in this glossy black hue, but not just for the duration of the event on the cat-walk.

“Since you can’t see your face, without a mirror; I will offer you the chance, to see how the make-up came out!” she offers, in a cheerful voice; presenting me with a mirror, watching me ogle the result of her work.

“Oo-oo-ooh!” I exclaim, as the effect is finally sinking in.

“Wait; one small detail, but this will not change your appearance!” she points out.

“Oh?” I respond.

“Just hold that smile, for a minute; a nice lip-gloss should be applied!” she points out.

As I am watching her; she is producing a lip-liner, aside from the lip-gloss she had promised me.

I feel the tip of the pencil, describing a circuit along the border of my lips; as she is applying the lip-liner around my lips in order to bind the new layer onto my lips.

With that, she puts the lip-liner back in its place; before she picks up the lip-gloss.  I enjoy the sensations of the soft brush, as she is painting my lips once more.  From the center to the right, and from the center to the left on my upper lip; from the center to the right, and from the center to the left on my lower lip.

“There, perfect!” she proclaims; “How could I neglect, to apply her lip-gloss; in order to seal in the colour of the blue lip-stick?” she ponders, giggling at the near mistake.

As she had put the lip-gloss aside; I watch her push the button, indicating that she had finished her work.

The LED by the door is yellow, but turns green a moment later.  The door is sliding up, and a new girl is waiting on me by the second door.

I raise to my feet, then walk over to the girl by the door; following her into the room, only for the door to close behind us.

“Since you have enjoyed the manicure and make-up, it is time for the final preparations!” she proclaims.

“Yes, they did a great job, with these!” I respond, smiling at her.

“They helped you look your best, on the stage; but you will have to endure the cat-walk, so I will put my effort into your feet!” she points out.

“I was expecting the clothes to fit me, and feel good to wear..” I begin; "but, that should be including the shoes?” I inquire.

“Quite correct; Rarity would never put forth anything, you will be uncomfortable in wearing!” she explains.

“Ah, thank you!” I respond.

“It is just, that the cat-walk can be a cruel Mistress; but you still have to carry yourself, like the Lady inspiring others to buy the clothes..” she points out.

“If I had not known better, I would insist on Pinkie Pie playing all these of these roles!” I ponder, giggling at the absurdity in the proposition I had pictured.

“While it is true, very little if anything of your feet may be visible; while you walk over the cat-walk, but this does not mean you can not have beautiful feet!” she prompts.

“Oh!” I exclaim; “Of course, not!” I respond.

“While we are working for Rarity, she will not stand for anything less than complete beauty!” she offers.

“Of course, that is the Rarity everyone know and love!” I ponder.

“Have a seat, make yourself comfortable!” she offers, indicating the cushioned seat I were to rest upon.

Soft, smooth cushions; each a perfect, silicon white.  Looking pristine, as if polished just before I had entered the room.  This is after all something Rarity would have expected.

While I am sitting down, making myself comfortable; the Pedicurist is producing her equipment.

“A foot bath, should do your feel a world of good!” she now offers.

“Oh, thank you!” I respond, as I slip my feet down into the warm water.

I literally feel the outer skin soften and the dirt dissolving, before my very eyes.  Not that I am looking down, but rather looking up. But still.

At first, the water, or liquid is clear, but starts to pick up a distinctly cerise hue as time is passing.  The water remains hot, however; even after ten minutes.

“Lift up your feet, please; so I can change the water, for you!” she coos.

As I am lifting my feet, she pulls the bucket out from under me; before she is pouring the content out, before she is filling it up once more.  Though the liquid does feel different, from before; not warmer but thicker, more slippery.

“Why did the water turn cerise?” I ponder, but did not ask.

“Ping..” I hear, in my head.

“Lift your feet, please; and I can pull the final foot bath out, if you don’t mind!” she offers.

“Thank you!” I respond, as she is pulling the bucket out from under my feet.

She produces, what appears to be a ten by fifteen inch towel.  I enjoy the lusciously leafy green towel, as she approaches me; applying the towel onto the sole of my right foot, in order to dry my foot with delicate care.

Once she had finished drying the soul of my right foot, she promptly continues to dry off my left foot.  I notice, the sole of the foot is smooth, soft and a bit on the squishy side before she had finished.

She merely swaps side of the towel, before she swiftly starts drying the top of my right foot; continuing to draw it  completely.  Naturally, she is drying my left foot too; before she is finished, and thus hangs the towel to dry.

She is wearing a pair of silicon gloves, that look particularly tight and elastic; as she is producing a can of gel, she is uncapping before me.

As I am watching, she is scooping up gel; applying it to the soul of my right foot, caressing the soul of the foot as she is working the gel into a thin layer.  As she is finishing, the skin is smooth and slippery and looks a bit glossy to me.  She continues, scooping up more gel, spreading it out under the soul of my left foot.

“Oo-oo-oo-ooh..” I sigh, as she works the gel in; enjoying the luxurious treat, Rarity had affording me for this job.

“Why does this make me feel, as if I had been visiting a high-class SPA?” I ponder; where I lie, enjoying the treat.

“Just stretch your legs, and relax..” she coos; “so that I can finish up, your pedicure!” she concludes.

“If it isn’t anything more, you need me to do..” I respond; “I think, I can manage that!” I conclude.

While I am relaxing; she is producing a vial of nail-polish.  I barely feel the brush, as she is applying the gel-polish onto each nail in turn.  From the top at the center and all the way down; then right and left, right and left.  One nail at the time.  From the tiny toe on the right, and ends with the tiny toe on the left.

Apparently, this is the primer.  She had capped the vial, before she had uncapped the next.  Only the second polish is a skin-tone polish.  She had applied it in the same manner, as she had applied the first.  Then she had put on a top-coat, sealing the work into place.

She quietly caps the final vial, putting the supplies away.  I lie where I am, relaxing; while she is finishing up her work, leaving me where I am.

As the gel has cured, there is barely a hint of the sheen of artifice left; my nails a rudimentary, merely hinted to.

Had I seen her work, I would have said that it looks like if I had been in an Anime show.  Curious, if I may so myself.

“These should be perfectly you!” she coos, seductively; as she is presenting me with a pair of full-length tight toe-stockings.

“Oh, thank you!” I respond, as I am accepting the offered garments.

The pristine, porcelain-white is a bit glossy; but not enough, to stick out. At least, it is what I imagine.  Though my experience of the limelight on the cat-walk is somewhat limited.

I had submitted my application, because I wanted to take the chance.  Try something new, exciting; glamorous and fashionable.  The fact that it is Rarity herself, was an added bonus I am excited about.  I imagine I will be excited about it, even as I walk out the door, as the show is at an end.

The promised paycheck isn’t exactly a hindrance here, of course.

I slide my legs down as I turn to the side.  Slipping the right foot into the stocking, feeling the tight and highly amorous embrace; as I slip my foot further and further down, as the stocking eagerly swallow my foot and leg with eager anticipation.

The smooth inner surface only makes my foot slide down all the easier, and my toes find their place with practiced ease.  I repeat the process, as I am slipping my left foot into the second stocking.

“There, how does that feel?” she inquires.

I slide down, off of the bed, my feet hitting the floor with a wet thump as the soles of my feet are hitting the floor.

“Ooh..” I respond, “Feels great, thank you for asking!” I respond.

“Then it is time, I show you the wardrobe, where you change into the first suit!” she offers.

At first, the stockings had been a bit on the cool side; but they soon warm up to me, only to feel as if I had not worn anything.  The stockings may feel warm, just as it is slippery and smooth; something that will aid in putting on and pulling off the garments, she will be having me wear for her.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak..” is heard, as I take a few steps; getting the feel, of how it is to wear these stockings.

“Before you put on the ensemble for your first show; maybe you would like to try out, a pair of new Crescent Moon boots?” she offers, in her usual excited voice.

“Sounds like fun..” I respond, looking deeper into the wardrobe to see what she had suggested.

There is indeed a pair of boots, matching what I believe is what she had referred to.

Now I pull out a pair of knee-high boots.  These would be the cervine model of the promised boots.  I lift my right foot, slipping it all the way down into the boot; before I am lifting my left foot, slipping it into the remaining boot.

“Golden hooves?” I ponder, astonished by the design.

As she had promised me, to try them on; I am wearing them, as I step out onto the floor.  Slowly walking over the floor, as I am getting a feel, for how they are to walk in.

“These feels, like high heels..” I exclaim; “but there is no heel to be found, yet I can walk as if I had been wearing sneakers!” I conclude, thrilled by the comfort of the boots she had offered me.

“High heels, is the choice of the effeminate Lady; but why do you need the heels, and they are crafted for walking!” she responds.

“Is that why Rarity were offering me these?” I inquire.

“Had you expected anything less, from Rarity?” she inquires.

“No, I guess not!” I giggle.

“Good..” she responds; “but it is time, for you to dress up!” she adds.

A new door opens up, and the next girl is awaiting me.  I walk over to the door, and she is closing it behind me.


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> Cat Walk: 2
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“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I am stepping into the new room.

“Welcome to the Wardrobe!” the girl exclaims.

“Thank you!” I respond.

“In a sense, this is when the fun ends; but this is, what you are paid for!” she points out.

“I like wearing fancy clothes..” I point out.

“That is always a good start!" she chimes.

“I am looking forward, to experience the limelight, too!” I add.

“Since you are here, you could as well change into your first ensemble; the show is about to begin, in just a few minutes!” she suggests.

“Oh, thank you!” I respond.

As I follow her indicated direction, I soon find the door to the cubicle, in which to change into the first ensemble of the event.  I open the door and step into the small space.

The floor had been laid with pristine, white stone; polished and lacquered.  It is almost a mirror, in and of itself.  I appreciate the air of clean, tidy and easy to clean up, it is offers.

The walls had been laid with white beech-wood panels, mirroring her to a T.  Rarity is after all white.  The wood gives me a generous feeling of life.  Maybe this is just me, but it is the sense I have.

Even if I think I know the walls are paper-thin, the wood makes it feel more generous and substantial. Lending an air of privacy and luxury into this small and cramped space.

To the right I have the locker, containing the ensemble I am here to wear, as I am showcasing it on the cat-walk.  The stainless steel had been lacquered in a pristine white, to match Rarity’s colours.  I can also see the crest of Rarity in the three Diamonds that makes up her Cutie Mark.  The vibrant blue contours of the lighter turquoise.

Since I had closed the door to the room behind myself, I can open the doors with ease; only to find the ensemble I am expected to wear, as I am stepping out onto the cat-walk.

“Let’s see, what does she want me to wear?” I mumble to myself, giggling in excitement.

Maybe I am just a little bit too excited, just because it is the first show?  However, I am lucky enough to be working for Rarity; so maybe the initial excitement is not misplaced, after all.

Not everyone is lucky enough, to be working for Rarity; I know as much.

As I am opening the wardrobe, for the first time; I am humming “the Art of the Dress” to myself.

For the first event, I find a knee-length skirt in Sapphire blue.  I also have a short crop jacket; matching the skirt, I will be wearing.  Three buttons up front, seems like just right to me.

I am expected to wear the panties, and the top under everything I will be wearing on the cat-walk; but the rest is supposed to come off, before I put on the suit I am showcasing.  Simple, and quite reasonable in my eyes.

As I am still looking into the wardrobe, I pull the skirt down; stepping out of it, hanging it up on a currently unused hanger.  Now I pick up the skirt intended for the show; pulling it up, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.  With the fit adjusted to comfort, I put the hanger back where I had found it.

Once I had slipped the skirt on, I pull the shirt off over my head and hang it onto a hanger.  Picking the jacket and slip my arms into the sleeves, right and left; before buttoning all the three buttons up.

“I probably should go out, facing the world; stepping into the limelight, walking the cat-walk!” I ponder.

Since I wear the ensemble intended, or so I imagine; I close the wardrobe and open the door out.  From there, I continue along the hall towards the door out.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard, as I move towards the door out to the show.

“There you are, just in time..” Rarity points out, as I enter the stage.

“I am so excited; Rarity; walking out onto the catwalk, wearing your ensemble!” I respond.

“I know; wear it with pride, as you step into the limelight before the crowd!” she offers.

“Thank you, Rarity!” I respond; as I continue past my Patron, on my way out into the limelight.

As I continue out past Rarity, I meet a pink girl with turquoise hair.  She smiles at me, as she is continuing past me.  At the mark, as she is passing me; she is lifting her right hand, showing metallic bloody red miniature hooves.

I raise my hand in response, showing her the sensitive, cerise touch-pads.

She is passing me by, and I continue to walk along the path; strutting over the cat-walk, as I sway my hips to show off everything for the audience.  They had come, to see me; the clothes I am wearing, as I walk along the circuit known as the cat-walk.  I make my best effort, not to disappoint them.

Flashes are going off, aimed at me and the clothes I wear; as I continue, following the fairly short path.  The path feels like the rail-road, but is merely twenty feet long.  While I continue, I flash of my best smile at the people watching; public and journalists alike, I make no difference.

This is the limelight I had been looking forwards to.  With Rarity as my Patron, as I wear her clothes; I make the most of the short run, enjoying every instant of the walk across the cat-walk.

After a few minutes, I reach the edge of the cat-walk; making the turn, and walk back towards the exit.  I maintain the smile of a winner and a champion.

At the end of the run, I am facing the next girl on my way back; I lift my hand, in a jolly greeting, as I proudly demonstrate my right hand.  She sees the inch-long, semi-square nails; just as I see the silicon-white suction-cup adorning the palm of her hand.  As opposed to the semi-square nails I had been opted for, hers are curved in the egg-shape.

I smile at her.  Her skin is a lusciously spring-leafy shade of green.  She has her hair made into a thick, tight braid running all the way down her spine; only to show the deep emerald-green bow between her legs.

She is wearing a tight suit.  Maybe a Cat-suit?  Maybe I should refer to the hue, as the light blue of a blue diamond?  I will go with that, until Rarity is contradicting me.  If I ask; and she is answering, that is.

“Good work, I hope you are enjoying it!” Rarity exclaims, as I am approaching the door out.

“Thank you, Rarity!” I respond; “I certainly did!” I continue, as I walk out the door to change.
I continue, walking; until I come back to the door of my chibi cubicle.

“Oh, Deer!” I read, as I reach the door, of my cubicle.

The sticker-text had been used; in order to fasten the super glossy poster, onto the door.  The Deer, not quite Bambi; but lovable and cute, all the same.  Maybe more so, in my eyes; because it is original art, not intended to be anything other than what it is intending to be.  Not a style, borrowed from anywhere, or anyone. Still, the work is indeed stunning.

Once inside the space of my private cubicle, I close the door behind me, while the picture of the dear Deer remains in place.  Kind of, like a calling-card, depicting me as the owner of this space.

I just hope, the poster will be permitted to stay in place, where it is.  Now I can recognize my home, behind the cat-walk of this stage; knowing it is my home, as I change on the set.

Now I am opening the doors, of my wardrobe; to see what is inside, waiting for me to wear.  I know, there is something new; something other, than what I am currently wearing.

What is in the wardrobe, could be considered a uniform; not because it is a uniform, technically. Just that it is, what I am paid to wear; as I step onto the stage, strutting along the cat-walk.

I unbutton the jacket, I am currently wearing, before I take it of, hanging it back into the left side of my wardrobe.  Now I slip the skirt down, stepping out of it, before I am hanging it, onto a hanger to the side of the jacket.

Wearing nothing but the panties and the top; aside from the Crescent Moon boots, I barely recall I am still wearing.  So comfortable, I find it natural to wear them; as I am walking around the room, or strutting along the cat-walk on the stage.

If I have not had a comment, I don’t particularly think of wearing them.  I feel the same way, with the high heels I am sometimes wearing, as I am out; if the heels are comfortable to wear, and does not bothering me.  Of course; I guess you could say, I am feeling the same way about the panties and the top now.

On the right side, of the wardrobe; I have a pair of reddish brown pants, a long-sleeved shirt and what appears to be a swim-suit. All hanging, on individual hangers in order.

I pick up the pants, stepping into them right and left; pulling them all the way up, before I am affording them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice in order to acquire that perfect fit.

Now I am pulling out the short, pulling it down over my head; slipping in my arms right and left, before I afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

Finally, I am pulling out the swim-suit out of my wardrobe; stepping into it before I slip in my arms right and left, feeling the suit slipping into place as if it had been lubricated fairly generously.  Maybe it had been, who am I to say.  Just that I had failed to notice it, if it had been the case; as I pulled it out of the wardrobe, before I had slipped into it.

As I am affording the mirror a glance; I notice how my belly is white, and if I am turning around, I would have seen the white dots covering my back.

“No gloves?” I ponder, as I am looking into the wardrobe, in search for the accessories I had been expecting to find.

“Is this, what the poster on my door was saying?” I ponder.

What I do find, is what appears to be a short and diminutive muzzle fitting a Deer.  I am picking up the muzzle, examining it for a moment; before I push it onto my face, feeling it covering the lower half of my face and my lips.

Makes sense, I guess..” I mumble; “but the fit is not quite right!” I conclude.

“Muzzle Instructions” reads a label; “Press firmly, bite gently for the desired fit” reads the instructions.

As I read the instructions; I try to follow it as best I can, pressing the muzzle firmly onto my face and biting down gently as it is slipping in between my lips.

“Whoa?” I exclaim.

As I am turning towards the mirror once more; I see my face, with the Deer’s muzzle covering the lower half.  Though I guess it no longer is merely covering the skin, now it looks and feels, almost as if it had indeed been my face.

I open my mouth, only to see the muzzle open its mouth to match; and inside, I see my mouth as the muzzle had been a natural extension of my very own physical body.  No internal gap, and no visible seams to speak of.

“I hope, I can take off the muzzle; when I am changing, into whatever she has in mind for the next scene!” I point out; as I seem the muzzle acting, as if it had been a part of me.

“Something is missing, and it is gnawing on my ear!” I mumble, as I am looking for, what I think is the final touch.

“Would Rarity give me an incomplete suit?” I mumble.

“No, of course, she would not!” I correct myself, as I find the one missing piece.

Now I pick up the part.  It almost looks as if it had been a head-phone; though on the top of my head, I have the ears of the Doe and her tiny stags.  I slip it on, carefully correcting its position.  I critically observe my face; in order to see if I had gotten it on just right.  I can’t see my human ears; maybe it is covering them up, but I can see a pair of dear ears on the top of my head.  The colour of the ears is a perfect match of the rest of my suit.

I shiver, for a moment, as I look at myself in the mirror; barely recognizing myself, knowing the suit should not make such an extensive transformation, as I am bearing witness to in the mirror before me.

Since I trust Rarity for good reasons; I soon comes back to myself, closing the doors of my wardrobe.  Now I turn towards the door, opening it; before I am stepping out of my changing-room, closing the door behind myself.

With the door closed, I trot off towards the stage-door; prepared to continue my work, she had hired me to perform.  Of course, the poster is still on my door, as I leave.  Why shouldn’t it?  I had left it, where it is plastered onto the surface of my door.  Why shouldn’t I?  I like the poster, and enjoy the message I am reading into it.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I continue towards the door.

I stop, before the door; opening it, before I am stepping up onto the stage.  Rarity is still there, just as I had been expecting.  Why shouldn’t she?  It is her stage, and she is observing the show from behind.

“Oh, dear!” she exclaims, as I pass her on my way back towards the cat-walk.

I just giggle, knowing.  Guess it is amusing me, more than anything.

“Guess I am not the only one?” I ponder, as I see a girl dressed up as a Siamese.

I lift my hand, towards her; she is lifting her hand up, towards me.  She had apparently been afforded a pair of paw-gloves with the claws and all.

She is exchanging a smile with me, giggling.

“Oh, dear Deer” she ponders, just as I am passing her on my way up onto the cat-walk.

“I guess, Cat-walk is given an entirely new meaning; with the girl I had just met, in mind!” I ponder.

What if she had a twin, or was from Siam; but her eyes are a brilliant Sapphire blue, befitting her role.  She is after all a Siamese.

I had no way of knowing the girl, beforehand; but I guess, I could get to know her if she is going to work on the same stage as I am on.  She is working, as a Model for Rarity; same as I am, even if I don’t know for how long.

Of course, I may never know; unless fate wills it, granting me the situation wherein I am able to learn it.

Maybe this is of no consequence.  Maybe, just maybe, this is but a passing curiosity; spurred on, by random chance.  Who am I to say.

Once I had passed the Siamese Cat-Girl, I continue out onto the catwalk itself.  Strutting my way along the path.  I enjoy the limelight, just as I had expected.  Flashes, randomly going oFf along the path; in the hands of people, spread out around the crowd.  Otherwise, the room is fairly well lit; leaving next to no shadow, on the stage itself.

The light beaming down on me, from overhead; leaves me warm and fuzzy inside, under the benevolent glare of the glow of Rarity’s generous light.

At first, the path is a straight line, only to bell out in a tear drop like shape; before it is turning back, towards the exit.  The straight line is fairly convenient, to me.  Though I enjoy the edge of the stage, giving the audience a better view of what I am wearing.

Naturally, the light does also show me in the light Rarity had envisioned; presenting me in the best light, so I can shine up on the stage.  While it is not a theatre in which I am to act; the Cat-walk is still a stage, upon which I am performing.  My role, is to present each of her ensembleS; her fashion, in the light that excites the audience and journalists alike.

Just as intended, everyone is eating me up; swallowing, what Rarity is presenting them with.

One has to be confident, to step out onto the stage.  On the Cat-walk, one can not be self-conscious; lest one is accepting the verdict, of the massive crowd watching.  They are there to see me, but more to the point; what I am wearing, but I can’t exactly hide behind the clothes.

This pass on the Cat-walk, goes off without a hitch; I strut along the path, make the turn and return towards the exit.  Just as before, I am meeting the next model on my way out.  I raise my right hand, presenting the palm of my hand to her; in kind, she is raising her right hand and is presenting it to me.  I guess one could call it a greeting; or, if you prefer it as a token for passing on the baton on my way out.

The event is going well, nothing special to see.  Now I pass Rarity, on my way out.  She just smiles.

I open the door and step out of the room, off of the stage; before I am walking back to my cubicle, where I am to change into the next suit.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I walk all the way back to the door of my changing room.

I just smile at the cute noises my hooves are making.  Almost as if it had been natural to me, but it had grown upon me; in the manner one gets used to a new home, one had picked out.  I had long since forgotten about these Crescent Moon boots I had tried on, just after the pedicure.  The pedicure, I had thoroughly enjoyed; right along with all the other preparations, Rarity had offered me.

“I enjoy the little noises, of trotting along the hall bare hoofed..” I realize.

If only I had known or realized; but in a sense it is already too late, but I have no idea of it.

At the end of the hall, I open the door to my cubicle; stepping in, only to close the door behind myself.  Closing the door to the world, leaving me with the privacy to change into the new suit.  Of course, there is a new ensemble, waiting for me.

I take a moment, as I am stepping over to the fool, before I open the doors to my wardrobe.

It is not the fact that I had just seen the Siamese girl, or that I had already forgotten that I am wearing these Crescent Moon boots; yet, I neglect to take the Deer suit off of me, before I am starting to dress up.

However, it feels so good; I could as well have been nude, as if the suit had been my skin all along.  Is it a compliment to Rarity herself; or, is it just how I had become attached to the suit and how it made me feel.

Since I feel as if I am nude, being comfortable about it; the suit covering my body feels as my skin.  The doors of my wardrobe, swinging up under the fingers, of my hands. I focus, on the content offered me; readily waiting for me, as the suit is hanging in the wardrobe.  I look, scanning the content before my eyes.

What I find, seems to be a manner of bikini.  For a moment, I am confused.  I had been expecting something more, more elaborate.  Or, at least I think I had been.

A bikini, is a two piece suit; as opposed to the swim-suit, that is a single piece.

I pull out the top, pulling it down over my head; affording it a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice, for that perfect fit I knew Rarity wanted to see.

Just as comfortable, as I had been expected; from something Rarity would be putting forth, for me or anyone else to wear.  While it still is featuring a jewel-neckline, it is still covering my neck halfway up to my head.  The sleeves, reaching my elbows; not all the way down to my hands, or a few inches down from my shoulders.  This top covers my rib-cage, as it comfortably and competently contains my bust; showcasing the two twin orbs, as the somewhat youthful orbs I can be proud showing.

Now I am pulling out the bottom of the bikini.  Though it looks more like a short skirt, reaching down halfway down my thighs.  Integrated panties, included; though showing off my hips, with five inch frill, almost as if it had been an over-skirt.  Well, rather three of them.

The top and the skirt, both a pristine and pure white; while the accents and the over-skirts all are a deep and bright sapphire blue.  Semi-transparent, almost as if it had been made out of actual Sapphire.

As I am wearing the suit, the ensemble Rarity hired me to wear; I close the doors to the wardrobe, after that one final glance at the mirror.  With that, I turn my back on the wardrobe; taking the few steps over the floor, to the door of my cubicle.

“Clipety, clop, clipety, clop..” is heard, as my bare hooves are hitting the floor as I walk over to the door.

Only stopping by the door, in order to open; before I step out of my cubicle, closing the door behind myself.

“Clipety, clop; clipety, clop..” is heard, as I continue along the hall.

Apparently the sound of my hooves, hitting the floor had changed.  Just that I had not quite noticed, exactly when it had happened; but it could as easily have been a gradual change, I refused to recognize.  Should I have paid attention, or is it for the better I ignore it?  Either way, now it is too late to care, worry or threat.

I maintain a measured gait, as I continue walking all the way up to the door to the stage; only stopping, to open the door.  I close the door behind myself, as I had entered the room.

Rarity either held her tongue, or did not notice I am still wearing the complete Deer suit; she did permit me to pass, as I continue to walk out towards the Cat-walk.  Maybe it is, in how natural it was to me; walking onto the stage, still in the suit as if it had been my own skin.  I don’t know, because I did not even realize; there was something, I could react on.

With that, I am strutting up, onto the Cat-walk.

As I greet the next girl, on her way off of the Cat-walk, I raise my hand; in turn, she is raising hers.  I look at the hand, as she is passing me.

“Curious..” I ponder; “but wait, hooves?” I conclude.

While she has a more Equine feel to her, she is nonetheless wearing hoof-gloves.  Or, are these considered mittens?  I have no idea.  Maybe it is not my business.  I just had never come across the item before.

I had noticed, her hooves being a stark black; yet, shimmering as if polished up.  Trust Rarity to perform such a thing.  Everything has to be shiny, glossy and shimmering.

On the other rubbery hoof, who am I to complain?

If I say that she looks Equine; she does have the ears, the muzzle and the tail.  Aside from a full set of Equine hooves, of course.  She had been walking on her hind hooves, but she is clearly a Horse true and through.  I could not deny it.  Even if I may have missed, to pick up on the most curious detail; the hooves are a pinkish cerise, and she does have suction-cup hooves.

After the ritualized greeting, I strut on; passing the girl, wearing the Equine suit.

This is clearly Rarity’s stage and I am on her Cat-walk, performing the job on her behalf.  I do my very best, to show off the suit I am wearing.  I could have done nothing less.

Just as before, I am strutting down the straight path of the Cat-walk; then follow the curved edge and turn back to the exit, where I am meeting the next girl on my way out.

The girl is a light pinkish hue; with her hair in cute bangs and the rest of her hair in a thick, tight braid down her spine.  She has Emerald green eyes that almost glows in the dark, metallic bloody red lips in a girlish smile.

As she is lifting her right hand up, in her greeting; I notice the inch-long, crystal-clear, semi-square nails; just as I notice the bright has-mat yellow touch-pads, and the silicone-white suction-cup covering the entire palm of her hand.

She is wearing, what appears to be a rather skimpy top matching the touch-pads; just that it is crystal-clear and reaches all the way up to her shin, half the way down to her elbows and covers her rib-cage.

Her bikini-bottom is naturally matching the yellow and is equally skimpy.  Just that under scrutiny; I notice the crystal-clear skirt reaching down to her knees.  Furthermore, on her hips, she has the same ruffles I have.  Just crystal-clear, with a slight hint of her yellow.

“Curious design!” I ponder, as I continue.

On my way out, I can’t help but bump into Rarity herself; only this time, she steps right up to me with a wide grin all over her face.  She is obviously beaming with joy and pride.  Maybe she has the right to show the pride in her work; after she had seen it going off, without a hitch.  The Audience; both journalists and public had enjoyed her show.

“I have a surprise for you, in your changing-room..” she pronounces, in her usual generous voice; casting a brief glance down, at my cervine hooves.

“You would not like to walk out, bare-hoofed; now, would you?” she then inquires.

“Oh?” I exclaim; as I am following what she had indicated with the brief glance, down towards the floor.

I could see, what she had been looking at quite clearly; but I just could not quite see, exactly what she was driving at.  So used to these boots, had I become; during the brief hours of wearing them, just in one day on the Cat-walk.

Somehow; the boots, had made me forgetting I am wearing the Deer-suit as well.  One is attracting the other; making it feel natural, as if I had been nude as I wear that suit.

People had been looking at me, but that had been expected; had they looked away, would have been a very different matter, altogether. They had all been ecstatic following me with their eyes; as I was strutting down the Cat-walk, like the Model Rarity had hired me to be. Her Generosity, binding me to her, in manners mere pay could never have accomplished.

I continue up towards the door, only to stop and open the door between the stage and the hall; stepping out, before I close the door behind myself. From there, I walk down the hall, all the way back to my cubicle; stopping, only to open the door and step in. Once inside, I close the door; curious to see, what she had prepared for me.

     As I had closed the door behind myself, I walk straight up to the wardrobe; opening the doors, before I look into the mirror. While I am fully aware of wearing the suit I had put on, for this last bout on the stage; I barely register, wearing anything else.

Now, I start with pulling the top up over my head; before I am hanging it on the hanger. I continue, slipping the skirt down; stepping out of it, before I pick it up and hang it on the second hanger.

“This was fun, I certainly love my job..” I ponder, as I watch my ears perked up in excitement.

I clearly see the reaction, registering; though fail to realize, what is happening. My perked up ears, feeling natural to me.

“Bare hoofed, she said!” I ponder, reflection on the words Rarity had spoken, as I stepped off of the Cat-walk.

On the bottom of the wardrobe, I find a package of shoes. I could not call them horse shoes; since they had been intended for a Deer’s hooves. Just as it still sounds odd, to me; referring to them, as Deer shoes. I had found myself in a Middle of the road situation.

The package is containing full sets of shoes, for my cervaine hooves. For that, I am grateful; even if I only have two hooves, my hind hooves.

Gold, Titanium, Cobalt and Copper shoes. While the shoes are thin; they are anything but flimsy or weak, as they may appear at first glance.

“Since my hooves are gold, there is little fun in that; but I guess it is fun, she gave me the option!” I ponder.

While I am continuing to consider, the options before me; I am still oblivious to the obvious, not just the boots I wear but the muzzle and ears.

However, I soon manage to slip it into my head; I am actually still wearing something. If it is the top and panties I wear under the Deer suit; but somehow, it had finally entered my mind. Just that it still feels so natural, so comfortable to be wearing the Deer suit I have on.

After a moment of contemplation; I pull the top up over my head, hanging it into the wardrobe. Once the top is hanging comfortably in the wardrobe; I slip the bottom down, stepping out of it, hanging it into the wardrobe beside the top.

I leave the bikini on, for now.

“Somehow, she wanted me to wear a pair of shoes..” I ponder; “didn’t she want me to wear these beautiful hooves down; or, is she worrying it would hurt if I was walking outdoors on the rough ground?” I continue.

Now I am opening the box containing the Cobalt shoes; picking up the right and left shoe for the right and left hoof, respectively. I hold the shoes in my hands, right and left; considering the situation, while failing to notice the obvious. Or, is it all that obvious?

I put the shoes on. A moment later, I realize how these shoes cling to my hooves; almost as if they had been glued on, or if they had indeed simply fused to me. Though I guess, the proper expression would be bonded to my hooves.

I take a step back.

“Clippity, clop; clippity clop!” I hear the hard, metallic echoes of my now shoed hooves hitting the hard floor.

As I look down, I see the distinct border; between my hooves on the one hand, and the shoes on the other.

If I wanted to take the shoes off of my hooves, I guess it is convenient, she offered me the manicure, lending me long nails.

Something had given me the impression, she was telling me to wear the boots; maybe I am imagining things, but it is in how she told me about the shoes.  On the other hand; Rarity is generous, and would not mind me keeping them.

I have a knee-long skirt, in my wardrobe; I step into it, before I am pulling it all the way up.  Now I am affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

There is a matching top in the same Sapphire blue, matching the skirt. I pull it out; before I slip my hands through the sleeves, right and left.

Of course, this had been the last suit of the show, at least; it had been my last suit.

The skirt and top does fit me to a T, but I had expected nothing less from Rarity; besides the underwear made it easy, even if I had not realized the trick.

Once I had dressed up, I close the doors to my wardrobe; turn my back on it and walk over to the door out.

“Clippity, clop; clippity, clop..” is heard; as the hard, metallic shoes hit the floor with each step I take.

Only stopping, to open the door; before I step out, closing the door behind myself. Now I look at the door, from the outside of the cubicle; one final time, before I continue on my way out.

The image remains where I had seen it. Just one small difference. It is not a poster plastered onto the outside of the door; it is now the label, marking it my cubicle. I smile, giggling.

“Clippity, clop; clippity, clop; clippity, clop..” is heard, as I walk down the hall towards the exit.

     Knowing I will be seeing Rarity again, tomorrow; just as I expect to see the other models, on the next workday.


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> Catching a Bite: 3
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On my way home, I stop by the newly opened Food Court; in the hopes, of grabbing a quick bite. The day had been exhausting; much more so, than I had even realized. Not, until now.

Of course, I had not had the time to eat anything; during the show, as I had been changing into the next suit and strutted off up onto the Cat-walk.

“No rest, for the wicked..” I ponder, with a devilish grin spreading over my face.

 	It had been fun, I had indeed been enjoying to work for Rarity. she is every bit as generous, as I had been told; no complaints there, I’d have to point out.

I will be making a few friends, there. Working for Rarity is a blast. Just a bit hard work.

“Hard work, is fine; so long as the Boss is nice and generous!” I ponder, thinking back, reflecting on the day I had just had.

“All this work, has made me hungry; I am ready to enter a Food court, and chew down on a full meal right now!” I mutter, as I continue down the hall of the huge mall.

“Clippity, clop; clippity, clop; clippity, clop..” is heard, echoing down the length of the hall as I continue down towards the center of the mall.

“I love, how tall I am; after I have worked an entire day, for Rarity!” I ponder, while it never entered my mind how or why.

While I still do recall, how much taller everything had felt; last time I had been here, without ever realizing why it is no longer the case.  Maybe I had been wearing a pair of high heels, on a few occasions; while I had been here before, but not even these brought me up to quite this height.  Furthermore; these had been a challenge to manage the balance, as I walk down this hall.  I have no issue with the balance, this time.  Maybe, just maybe; this is part of the explanation; how, and why it is feeling so natural to me.

I had never been a particularly tall girl, before; just as I had never been particularly athletic either.  Now I am starting to develop a liking, to being tall.  Not that this does make me any more athletic, than I had been before.

I had started out, as the cute girl; maybe I can become a beauty now, even if it is with Rarity’s help and assistance.  How this will change my future, and appearance; I have no idea, I had not been expecting it to change me.

Salads, Hamburgers, Pizza and Kebab,  so many choices, but none of these establishments had quite called  out to me.  If it is in the mood of the local or the people eating, I will leave unsaid.  I just never quite found it in me, to stop and frequent either of these I had been passing on my way through.

Cotton-candy Cafe, the Silly Jester and finally the place I had been looking for.  Sugar-cube corner.

There is a vibrant spirit to the place, calling out for me to enter.  I can’t find it in me to resist, as much as one may wish to.  I strut up to the door, stopping; pulling the door up, before I am entering the small space before the counter.

The girl behind the counter is a bright pink, with a deep pink main curling up like crazy.

This room is alive, mainly because this one girl.  Her smile so wide, she would put a crocodile to shame.  She should have been scary, but somehow this girl is anything but.

A pair of large, bright blue eyes; looking at me, with the joy so bright it could have been a thousand suns.

“Hi, I am Pinkie Pie..” she exclaims, the instant I come into her space; “but call me Pinkie, all my friends call me Pinkie!” she concludes.

“Hi, Pinkie..” I respond.

As I look at her, I notice her uniform is a heavenly pristine white.  On closer inspection, it is almost looking like a Maid’s outfit, but the apron is a light pink to cerise.

She does not have a pen and a note pad or any other means to commit notes to.

At first, I had been expecting her to wear headset; but I can’t see as much as a hint, of even the shadow of it.

She just looks at me; with these bright, beautiful blue eyes of hers.  Almost, but almost..  My mind stutters.

“What would you like to have, Ms. Roe?” she inquires.

“Uh, uhm..” I respond; “a blueberry muffin would be great.” I respond; “it looks delicious!” I ponder.

Of course, I could not resist her pastries; with my nostrils filled to the brim, with the scents of her sweet and tasty treats.  How could I?

“Could I have three Chicken Rice-balls, too?” I inquire.

“Yes, but of course; Ms. Roe, anything else?” she responds.

“A glass of Sparkle Cola..” I respond; “and a pot of Ginseng tea..” I conclude.

“That should get me somewhere..” I ponder.

I extend my right hand, placing it on the black hexagonal plaque on the counter; watching the amount slowly ad up as each of the items I had just ordered is appearing on the list, one by one.

The rubbery, black surface is warm and welcoming, just like Pinkie Pie herself.  Though there is a momentarily tingling sensation, just as the last item on the list is summoned; which is when the payment had been subtracted, from the savings on my account.

“Step right in, I will be serving you in a moment..” she chimes.

“Thank you, Pinkie!” I respond.

“I already feel more energized..” I realize, as I step into the next room.

“Clippity, clop; clippity, clop..” is heard, as I strut into the room and walk over to the table.

I had set eyes on a cozy table in the corner, by the window.  The pink glass table-top, adorned by a bright cerise tablecloth.  In the middle of the tablecloth, I can see the blue vase with three pink Roses.

I sneak in, behind the table; as I sit down, on the sofa behind the table.  Pink leather, of course.  I guess I had expected nothing less.

The light in the room is supplied by what appears to be sets of two blue and a yellow balloon.  The light, glowing from within each of the balloons; held down by a string, that is supplying the power to each internal lamp.  Or, is it indeed just to hold the balloon in place?

A moment after I had sat down, behind the table; I can clearly see the girl, I learned is Pinkie Pie stepping into the room.  She is strutting towards me, as if she had known my exact location.  Tables and chairs, are no hindrance to her; as she walks towards my table, holding the tray on the palm of her right hand.

As I am watching her, she is placing the plate with the Muffin on the table, then the plate with the three Rice-balls.  She is pouring up a cup of tea for me; as she is putting the pot down on the table before, she is placing the glass of Sparkle cola before me.

“Bon Appetit, Ms. Roe!” she chimes, emphatically; meaning this, in the tone of what could almost have been interpreted as a blessing since she already knows they are perfect.

“Thank you, Pinkie!” I respond.

“You are quite welcome..” she chimes.

I watch her back, from behind; as she is tripping out of the room, on her way back to her post behind the counter.  She never misses a step, almost as if she had been a dancer in a ballet.

“Wait, let me correct myself; she is floating out, as if she had been a Ghost!” I ponder, giggling at the scene.

As she steps out, I am picking up the muffin in my right hand; peeling it, before I move it towards my mouth and take the first bite.  The juicy pastry spreads out all over my tongue, spreading the yumminess in my mouth; as if it greedily forces me to enjoy it, all the more.

I pick up the glass in my left hand, moving it to my mouth; parting my lips, as I take the first sip.  The sparkling fresh beverage, slowly washing the last of the muffin in my mouth down.  It only leaves the fizzing sensation, lingering; teasing me with the aftertaste.

I take another bite, chewing.  Washing it down, with another sip.  Bite by bite, sip by sip; I enjoy the Muffin and the Cola. Trying to pull it out, prolonging the inevitable.  The Muffin and the cola still comes to an end.

I pick up a sugar-cube, slipping it into the tea; picking up the spoon, stirring the tea.

Now I pick up the cup, taking one delightful sip before I move on to the main course.

Feeling the hot tea entering my mouth, over my tongue; before it continues down my throat.

Now I pick up the first of my three rice-balls in my right hand, taking a bite; chewing slowly and carefully, savouring the rich flavour.  The chicken afforded just enough of salt; holding up its flavour, to the climax.

Taking the cup in my left hand, lifting it up to my mouth; parting my lips, just before I take a new sip.  Washing down the last, of the remainders of the rice and chicken; still lingering in my mouth.

I take another bite, chewing; and followed by another sip, washing it down.  Bite by bite, and sip by sip; I enjoy the meal.  One rice-ball at the time, one cup of tea, at the time.

Somehow, the tea remains hot, throughout the entire meal.  I enjoy the final moments of the bliss; brought on, by the flavours of my meal.  Just as I am enjoying the energy, renewed.  My belly is full, leaving me satisfied; as I take the very last bite, washing it down with the last drops of tea.

For a moment, I just enjoy the feeling; the reward, earned after a day of work.

“I should come back, here again..” I ponder; “and I can afford to enjoy the luxury of her service, with the pay from my work..” I continue.

I could not take another bite.  Though I remain in my seat, for a moment longer, lingering just as long as I dare; before I raise to my hooves, slipping out from under the table.  Now I walk between the tables, towards the door; passing the counter, where Pinkie still is standing.  Should I have been expecting anything less?  Of course, she is standing there, waiting.

She is beaming the bright smile at me.  She is looking, almost as if it had been she who had enjoyed the delicious meal.  Though I can but guess; she is satisfied, with seeing me enjoy myself.  She is strange, in her own way; drawing so much pleasure, from simply pleasing me.

Knowing, she had put a smile on my face, make her look as if the joy had been all hers.  The arithmetic is just tilted a bit too far for my grasp.

“Hi, Pinkie..” I exclaim, as I pass her on my way out.

“Hi, Ms. Roe; and welcome back, any time!” she chimes.

“Thank you, Pinkie; I am quite sure, I will be back soon!” I respond, as I continue towards the door.

“Clippity, clop; clippity,clop..” is heard, as I walk over the floor.

I open the door, out; only to hear the jolly chimes of the bell, tolling the end of my visit.  Though she is still smiling, and I am still satisfied as I walk out.  The door closes behind me, as I continue on my way.

“Clippity-clop, clippity-clop; clippity-clop, clippity-clop..” is heard, as I continue, hasting my steps, as I walk out of the mall.


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