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I had walked up to the counter, stopping before the girl waiting for me.
As I approach, I can clearly see the girl before me; she is roughly twenty-one years of age, from what I can determine.
What is sticking out, is not the pale white skin or the smooth clothes she is wearing. A bloody metallic red skirt and top, stylishly cut; emphasizing her highly effeminate nature, even if it had never been required in the first place. Her beautiful hands, adorned by semi-square, inch-long, crystal clear nails; the perfectly curved lips, plump and matching the suit she is wearing.
If the silver metallic eye shadows is out of season, but the perfectly curved up, glistering metallic black eye-lashes never really did slip out of high fashion.
Her gaze, comfortably locking me in place as I reach her space within a radius of a yard; holding me squarely in place, as I make the final approach and stop the mere three feet from the crystal-clear counter she stands behind. The counter or desk, only visible; because the bright light is reflecting from it, while the palms of her hands comfortably resting gently on its surface.
It isn’t, as if I could miss the glossy black hair on her head; the bangs curling in under themselves in order to not hit her eyes or over-shadow them in the process, as well as the diminutive braids over her right and left ear respectively. What I miss, is the thick, tight braid all the way down her spine. Even if the three inch thick tail does continue below her generously plump rump and all the way down to her knees. Something, I guess I do find remarkable; if this is genuine hair.
Her clear, brilliant sapphire-blue eyes watching me; as I stand before her.
“Place the palm of your right hand on the plaque..” she instructs me; “then spread your fingers as wide as you can in order to confirm identity!” she concludes.
“Of course..” I respond; complying with the somewhat odd, and unexpected instructions I had just been given.
“A room for one, available?” I inquire.
“Yes, but of course..” she responds; “Take the elevator on my right!” she merely explains, indicating the direction.
“That, was too easy..” I ponder; “Thank you!” I respond, as I start walking in the indicated direction.
“Click, clack; click, clack; click, clack..” is heard, as I walk over the hard stone-floor.
“Marble?” I ponder; “possibly..” I consider, as I continue in the direction of the elevator she had promised me.
I can clearly see the double stainless steel sliding doors, I am walking towards; genuine, solid high quality stainless steel.
“Why does the designs make me picture this being a fortress?” I ponder; “But, with the veneer of a Royal castle!” I hastily add, to myself; almost as an afterthought, but undeniable all the same.
“There..” I ponder, as the plaque is visible a mere foot from the edge of the doors to the elevator.
I stop, briefly; lifting my right hand and extend it onto the plaque; pressing my hand gently, spreading my fingers in order to open the door. The doors quietly slide up majestically, before me; granting me entrance, and I am stepping in. If but with an instant of hesitation.
“A Turbo Lift?” I ponder.
The instant I had crossed the threshold, the doors quietly close behind me; just before I notice a girl standing before me, but naturally she had already seen me as the doors were sliding up.
“Greetings, April Squee!” she welcomes me; “I am Ellie the Waitress!” she then presents herself.
“Greetings, Ellie!” I respond, not even noticing or realizing the elevator already is launched towards my floor.
While I utterly fail to notice the elevator is going up; but what I do notice, is that this girl is identical to the Receptionist save the fact that her uniform is silver metallic in place of the metallic bloody red. This also means her lips. Strange?
The elevator is octagonal, each wall a full eight by eight foot. In the center of the space, I can see the four foot in diameter core; holding the elevator in place, while easily and eagerly propelling it to its designated destination. The destination is the floor of my room.
As we are reaching my floor, the doors slide up before me; I step out and the doors close behind me.
“Click, clack; click, clack..” is heard, as I am walking towards the door to my room.
After a moment, I find the door to my room; as I reach the door, I stop and lift my right hand. Now I extend the palm of my hand, gently pressing it onto the black and rubbery surface of the plaque; feeling the genuine warmth from the touch, as I am spreading my fingers in order to open the door.
While the lobby had been ostentatious marble, the elevator had been industrious stainless steel, but the floor of my room is a dark oaken wood parquet. The light beech-wood walls had been laid with a four foot tall pink cherry-wood picket fence.
What stands out above all; is how the ceiling is coated with a mate black silicon, holding the pin-prick LED star skape in place overhead. This seems to be the general theme of the floor of my suite. Possibly, the theme of the hotel, overall.
The light had been on, on a low night-light setting as I had opened the door to my suite; but once I am entering, I soon realize it is raising the setting to a more comfortable daytime setting. Convenient.
As I had stepped into the cloaking room, the door slides shut behind me. I am alone, in the fairly small room. Since I had had no company, there is none beside me; what had I been expecting, even if it is a room in a hotel and all that.
Before me, I see the shoe-rack, coat-rack and hat-rack; all in a fairly ostentatious and industrious style, I can’t help but enjoy from the first instant. Maybe the chromed style is fresh, and i can’t complain.
I quietly hang up my outdoors jacket, before I step out of my street-smart lacquered red high heels I had been wearing.
“A girl can enjoy a smart look?” I ponder; "just as she can enjoy a moment in quiet solitude to herself!” I continue; now comfortable to continue further into what is my home, for the duration of the stay.
I have the door to the girl’s room, and the shower on my left; just as I have the door to the living room before me.
I lift up my right hand, extending the palm gently onto the plaque; spreading my fingers wide, in order to open the door. The door slides up quite eagerly, and I step into the living room; the door quietly slides shut behind me, as I had stepped over the threshold. Could I keep the door open, with a command via the plaque; but I had no idea as to how, but I guess a bit of exploration would not hurt.
I have the three seated cinematic sofa on my right, the glistering black LED screen of the full-size television-set on my left, opposing the sofa. The sofa is looking like black leather, just glossy like vinyl and just as smooth. It looks, as if it had been polished just before I had entered the room. There is a table before the sofa, matching the style; chromed steel with a half inch thick glass table-top. Even if the glass unbeknownst to me is pure sapphire with just a hint of its blue tinge to it.
“Well, if I had paid for it..” I ponder; “I could as well enjoy a hint of style, I suppose!” I continue.
I plop down onto the middle seat of the sofa I have before me, sinking down into the seat and relax before the TV; lifting up the pad covering the fridge holding six bottles of Sparkle cola, picking one up and uncapping it with a satisfied sigh.
As I lift the bottle to my mouth, I take a sip; “The challenger!” I exclaim, while I gulp down a good mouth-full of the cool beverage.
Oh, this is cool, alright; not quite cold, but cool. In every possible meaning of the word.
Once I had gulped down the content of the bottle, I put the cap back on and put it back in its place; before I raise to my feet and stand up, turning towards the door to my bed room and walk the short distance to the door.
As I lift my right hand, pressing the palm down gently; I feel the warmth once more, as I am spreading my fingers to open the door. Once the door slides up, I step in into the room; the door slides shut behind me, as I had stepped over the threshold.
What I find, is a bed and the bed stand. The head is facing away from the door, the doors to the two wardrobes on the foot end of the bed. My bed has been made with a glistering black sheet covering the entire mattress, and a crystal-clear Pi inch thick quilt. However, I can see Twilight’s mark, in the form of the large star over an identical white; surrounded by the six stars symbolizing her closest friends and the elements of her harmony. There is one more mark, on the right and left respectively; albeit smaller, but otherwise identical to the large one in the middle.
I pat the quilt with my right hand, satisfied with what I had found.
There is no window, in the room; but I can feel a hint of the cool breeze of air, keeping the air fresh. Strangely enough; there is a scent of luscious, tall grasses and apples on the air. I find it soothing and calming.
While I had not exactly packed all that many clothes; but now I feel an urge, to change into something fresh and step over to the wardrobe. The twin doors of each of the two wardrobes are crafted out of linden wood.
I open the doors to the first wardrobe, finding metallic bloody red garments; looking and feeling as if they had been crafted out of some manner of latex rubber for all I know. Just that this is a special silicone, in place of the latex or rubber one may have been expecting. If it is for the durability, or the case of the rare allergic reaction; but it is what I have, not that I care for the reasons why.
I pull the shirt I wear up over my head, placing it on the bottom of the wardrobe before me; before I slip the skirt down, kicking it up and drop it onto the shirt. From there, I slip my panties down; dropping them onto the floor in a gesture of liberation and freedom, I am sure I will be enjoying. The panties soon find themselves on the top of the pile of clothes; I had deposited, on the floor of my wardrobe.
Now I am bending over, pulling my socks off of my feet right and left. Only lifting my feet up, in order to make it easier; to pull the white cotton socks off of my feet, before I unceremoniously dump them onto the pile of clothes.
I had been wearing a black cotton skirt and matching shirt as I arrived.
The last garment to fall, is the top I wear; I just pull it up over my head, before I leave it onto the top of the pile. With that, I am stark naked; nude and happy with the sensation, but eager to explore the offered garments before me.
“If they offer me these, to try on and wear; why not just take them up on the offer, and see how they feel to wear?” I ponder.
I pick up a pair of panties, “Rarity” and “E cup” the labels read.
Curious, but I can at least try them on; before I complain.
I find the garment to possess a fluid and highly insistent elasticity; smooth and slippery, as if lubricated with the best of high-quality lubricants I could possibly imagine.
Now, I am stepping into the panties I had so generously been offered; pulling them all the way up effortlessly, only to afford the garment a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.
“There, a perfect fit; if ever I had experienced one, and I am not about to question it right now!” I ponder; mouthing the words, almost as if I had been pronouncing each word.
“It almost feels, as if I had had my hips shaved and painted with red latex; by an artist specialized in the art of Body-Painting Clothes and Garments, on the Flesh!” I ponder; still mouthing the words, subconsciously clinging to it.
When I slide my right hand over the garment, I feel the smooth surface of the silicone; but the only hint of the border, is the difference in texture between the skin and the panties I had just slipped on.
Once I had put the panties on, confirming it had slipped on just right; I am extracting a top, matching the panties.
“Rarity” the label reads; “C Cup” and “F Cup - Play” the subtitles read.
“I want to see myself as a C Cup, even if I know I am no more than a B Cup..” I ponder; “but a girl can dream, a girl can dream; can’t she?” I continue.
Pulling the top down over my head, is only too easy; the fluid elasticity had seen to it, just that my experience of slipping the panties made me secure in slipping the matching top on.
“Could I rip these garments, if I tried?” I ponder;”Not that I had wanted to try, but still?” I question.
“Well, why should I bother trying?” I ponder; “What’s the point?!” I put forth, giggling at the mere notion.
Maybe the material is a mere millimeter thick, but it is highly elastic and resists adamantly.
“Toe-stockings?” I ponder;”Full-length?” I consider.
“Sounds like fun, I guess!” I ponder; “They really do offer me full-length toe-stockings that will be fitting me?” I inquire, my curiosity peaked.
“Either way, I guess it could not hurt, trying them on; just to see if I like them, and if I don’t I just pull them right off again!” I ponder.
With that, I extract the stockings, right and left; lifting my feet up, right and left in turn. Slipping the right foot into the stocking, pulling it all the way up in a smooth motion. Feeling the slippery and smooth surface eagerly slide, as the stocking swallows the foot and the toes are slipping into place; as if the stocking had been guiding them, on its own. Oh, well; maybe it had, even if I can’t quite make myself picturing it.
With the right stocking on, I simply repeat the process; lifting up my left foot, slipping it into the matching stocking. As I put my left foot down onto the floor; I stand comfortably, feeling as if I had put on a pair of tights. Tight, ultra tight; metallic bloody red. Effortlessly emphasizing my effeminate curves, making me feel the pride in myself.
“How, and why could they afford me such complimentary garments?” I ponder.
“Maybe, just maybe; I should be looking for a pair, of matching gloves?” I ponder, giggling as I am musing upon the thought.
“Yes, but of course!” I ponder; extracting the gloves, from where they had been stored in the wardrobe before me.
I slide my right hand into the glove, pulling it all the way up into my armpit; affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. Only to repeat the process, slipping my left hand into the second glove; only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.
With that; my arms are covered or coated with the same metallic bloody red silicon as my top, panties and stockings.
What I had initially failed to notice and realize; is that these gloves lends the palm of my hands a suction-cup covering the entire palm of the respective hand, hyper-sensitive touch-pads covering the tips of each finger from the final joint and all the way in under the respective nail, aside from the semi-square, inch-long, and crystal-clear nails identical to the once of both the Receptionist and Ellie the waitress. The nail starts just after the final joint, almost exactly as the touch-pads. Curious. Curious, indeed.
“These garments are exciting me..” I ponder; “Now I am feeling frisky, and in a playful mood!” I conclude; closing the doors to my wardrobe, walking towards the door.
I lift my right hand, extending the palm onto the plaque; spreading my fingers wide, opening the door and walk into the living room. As I step over the threshold, the door closes behind me with barely a sound; while I am walking over to the sofa.
As I activate the TV set, I am faced with a menu.
“Room Service” I read, opting to see what options I may have.
For now, I am ignoring everything about her appearance, but choose to continue.
“Name” I read; “Lotus” I fill in.
“Okay, Lotus; I am sure, you are eager to help me out here!” I ponder; “Both eager, and capable!” I conclude.
I opt for her to bring a set of Toys, for her to use in my bed room, before I confirm the selection.
Once the order had been placed, and I had confirmed it; the screen is indicating, that my order had indeed been confirmed and approved.
“I could slip into my bed room..” I initially ponder; “I want to greet her, in the door!” I then consider, my mind made up; so I deactivate the screen and walk over to the door to my cloaking room.
I just stop by the door and lift up my right hand, extending the palm onto the plaque; spreading my fingers, in order to open the door and step out of my living room. As I step through, the door is closing behind me without me even noticing it.
“How long will it take for Lotus to arrive?” I ponder, where I am standing in the middle of the cloaking room; waiting for the Room Service to arrive.
A few minutes later, the door slides up; Lotus stepping into my suite, looking just as I had been expecting. The only difference, is that her suit is a metallic electric blue. Of course, this would include her lips.
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“Miss April Squee needs a playmate on her room!” I read, denoting the order a mere moment after it had been confirmed.
“Who is ready to take her request?” I inquire.
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“A Playmate?” I inquire; “Yes!” the operator confirms; “and she requires a set of Toys, for the session?” I inquire; “Exactly!” the operator confirms.
“I take it..” I respond.
“Thank you, and have fun..” the operator exclaims, as I raise to my hooves and walks over to the elevator.
With that, I trot over to the elevator door; the doors slide up, and I step into the elevator. Ellie navigates up to the floor, where April Squee’s room is located and stops on her floor; the doors slide up and I step out, trotting over to the door to her suite.
“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I trot between the elevator and the door to the suit where I had been summoned.
As I reach the door, it slides up and I step in; the door is closing behind me, just as I had crossed the threshold.
“Greetings, April!” I exclaim, as I find the girl waiting for me.
“Greetings, Lotus!” the girl responds, as I enter the cloaking room of her suite.
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I had noticed that she is wearing a pair of Crescent Moon boots of the Equine variety. Just hearing the noises she is making, as she is trotting over the floor is exciting me.
“Thank you, Lotus; for coming so swiftly..” I exclaim, eager to explore the games she had prepared for me.
“You are quite welcome, I am just enjoying to serve you for the day!” Lotus explains, snickering in excitement.
I watch her, as she is stepping up to the door, opening it and stepping into the living room with me in tow.
Lotus turns around, in order to face me and I stop one step from her. Eagerly awaiting, what she is offering.
“I hope you enjoy horsing around..” she offers me, as a first suggestion.
“Horsing around?” I inquire, looking at her hooves for a moment with excitement.
“That is a Yes, then?” she inquires, as she is extracting a bit in my size.
“Just pony up..” I respond, in reaction to what I had imagined what she was having in mind.
The bit is crystal-clear and glisters in the light between the two of us.
“I need you to lick it, in order for it to be intimately personalized!” she is probing, and I am accepting the offered toy.
I hold the item, one hand holding on to each of the two rings; parting my lips as I pull it closer to my mouth, before I am licking it methodically from the right to the left. I am covering the crystal-clear silicon with my saliva.
“Just a moment..” she offers, as she is producing a lip-liner and a lip-gloss; or, what i think she is offering me.
“Part your lips, and smile..” she instructs me.
As I comply; she is drawing a line along the outer rim of my lips. From the right to the left, along the upper lip; then from the left to the right, along my lower lip. She withdraws the pencil as she had closed the circuit, before she swaps the lip-liner for the lip-gloss and repeats the process.
Naturally, I had felt the thin tip of the lip-liner along the rim of my lips, just as I feel the lip-gloss coating my lips as she continues to apply a thin layer to coat and cover my upper and lower lips.
This time she starts from the middle, drawing to the right and left; inside the invisible line, she had just created with the lip-liner. Right and left, right and left; right and left, right and left. She had started just inside the line, moving ever further down; until she had gone as far, as she considers my upper lip to be.
Once she had finished my upper lip, she continues and repeat the process, applying the lip-gloss onto my lower lip.
Just to finish the process, by applying a second line on top of the lip-liner she had applied; before she had applied the lip-gloss. With that, she had bound the lip-gloss onto my lips; securing its effect, for me to enjoy.
“Just one small item, before I can continue!” she explains.
With that, she is producing a brush, with which she is coating the bit with a crystal-clear gel.
“Now, if I may..” she offers, accepting the bit back, stepping around me to stand behind me.
Had I licked my lips now, I would have found them deliciously slippery and exceedingly wet; as if coated with lubrication, or as if I had been excited but both in the same time. Just that the gel presented as Lip-gloss also applied a thin membrane on the surface of my lips, just as it made my lips highly elastic almost as if they had been comprised out of silicone.
However, I am still ignorant of this detail.
“Part your lips, please..”she is urging me, suggesting how best to enjoy what she had in mind for me.
I eagerly comply, before I had the time to even consider; the next moment, I feel the bit slipping in between my lips and I am hard pressed to vocalize any further response.
The bit easily slides in, between my lips as I am parting them; then she continues to pull the bit further and further inside my mouth. I soon find my lips closing around the bit, feeling the entire bit between my lips; before I bite down onto the bit, instinctively.
Just that I never feel the bit between my teeth, as I bite down hard; as the effect of the bit had already changed my teeth, into what could have been seen as equine.
Once I bite down, she can let go of the two rings at the right and left side of my bit; picking up the right and left straps, attaching them to the respective ring. Now she pulls these straps back behind my head; comfortably fastening the bit with the help of these semi-clear, skin-tone silicon straps.
“Feels okay?” she inquires; as she had let go of the straps, holding the bit into place in my mouth.
Since I can’t vocalize the response; I just nod my head vigorously, confirming what she had expected.
With the bit securely in place, fitted into my mouth; she is picking up a pair of new straps, securing them to the rings on the bit, then securing these under my chin.
“There, that should hold your bit into place!” she declares.
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The office is located under the lobby, on sub-level three. A chrome-plated horse-shoe table stands with the open end towards the door.
At the head of the table, Twilight is sitting on the extended chair; wearing a modified version, of the uniform, she wore at the Crystal Prep where she had previously attended, in order to enjoy her scholastic adventure. While the education had been fine, or so she had initially thought, the friends and camaraderie had been anything but, leaving her stranded and alone in a social vacuum. The escape had presented itself, at the Canterlot High; where she had been partaking in the Friendship Games, based on blatantly being black-mailed into going against her will. She had had no interest in the game itself, when she would much rather continue to further her own personal project.
The project had taken a turn, and she had made a few friends at the new school.
Jumping ship had proved to be the long sought salvation, with the new friends by her side. She could never have imagined, how the transfer could have changed her life; before she had set foot at the new school, experiencing the friendships they so freely offered.
“Thankfully, she had accepted the offer..” Twilight mumbles to herself; “Queen Chrysalis can enjoy her reign; as the Hotel should be sustaining her and every one of the Changeling of her hive, without bothering a single Pony or inhabitant at her side of the gate!” she concludes.
Spike steps up to the table, behind Twilight; pouring up tea in her recently emptied cup, on the notion of her requiring more of the tea. Spike carries the pot with him, putting it onto a table behind the desk; before walking out of the room, closing the door behind himself.
Twilight pick up her cup, once more and takes a sip of her tea; before placing the cup, back onto the table.
“Hmm..” Twilight mumbles; "he knows, just how much I love this blend!” she considers; snickering to herself, quietly.
Rarity enters the room, while leaving the door open; stepping over to the chair to the right of Twilight, pulling out the chair and sits down. She sits quietly for a moment, pondering; before she lifts up her cup thoughtfully, slowly sipping on her tea.
“Look at this..” Rarity exclaims, looking at an image of a suit she had designed for the Changelings of Chrysalis’ Hive; “From what I can see, it seems as if they are taking to the suit!” she then adds.
“Going by the information I have, of which that image is a fair representation; her Changelings are liking your designs, but I can’t blame them!” Twilight responds, musing.
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"Feels okay?” she chirps; querying how I feel, wearing the new halter she had just crafted on my face.
Being mute, with the bit in my mouth; I had made due, with nodding my confirmation.
“There, that should hold your bit into place!” she declares.
Of course it feels good, to wear the halter she had just crafted for me; considering how I barely feel it either in my mouth, or on my face. Largely, due to the expertly crafted fit; considering how well she had personalized it, for me in the first place.
With the highly elastic Silicone, she could afford to make it skin-tight; strapping it in, all the way. As opposed, to how loose you have to strap the standardized stiff leather; usually applied, towards this kind of product. Both for the original Equine halters and bits, and the more fetish-oriented version for Human use. If it is for Male, or Female did change exactly nothing.
Since I have no experience of the Fetish scene, or the scene of Pony Play, I am not exactly aware of these things. My experience with bits and halters relate to the use for domesticated, feral Horses.
However, I am finding this situation highly exciting, as she is making me excitable; relating to the attention she gives me in this situation, as she had just crafted the halter with the basis of the bit she had handed me. A crystal-clear, hygienic and very comfortable bit; I’d might add, if I could express myself on the topic right now. Not that I could vocalize it, any of it; but I am standing calmly, comfortable in her intimately personal care.
“I certainly could get used to this..” I realize, snickering inwardly.
“Usually, you don’t make your Pony wear this overnight; but this is for the purpose of overnight use, as opposed to the casual daytime equipment and tack you may use otherwise!” she explains.
I just nod, accepting her statement for facts.
“Since you are taking so well to the bit and the halter I just crafted for you; this bit and halter are yours, just as I could offer you another bit in the colour of your choice if you so choose!” she explains.
“The bit and halter feels so natural, to me; comfortable and comforting to me, as if I had been born to wear them..” I ponder; “maybe, just maybe; I should take her up, on that offer!” I consider.
“You could not be a Pony, without a pair of matching Equine ears!” she points out, producing a diadem, fitted with the complimentary ears in my equine style.
At first, it does feel a bit weird; I had to confess, but the diadem is literally and figuratively growing on me. The next moment, I do not even notice it on the top of my head; while it is balanced onto the top of my head, against the Human ears I had been sporting as I was entering the room.
“While you may feel comfortable, in putting the new bit into your mouth here in your living room; I think you would be more comfortable, if we were to go to your bed room, before we proceed!” she offers.
“Oh..” I mouth,, without a chance to vocalize my opinion further, with the bit securely strapped into my mouth.
Every time I try to say something, to vocalize how I feel or what I have to say; I am instantly reminded, by how the bit in my mouth is denying me the expression. The bit effectively pins my tongue down, to the bottom of my mouth; just as the halter itself is maintaining my mouth, tightly closed as if it had been sealed completely.
With the bit in my mouth, I am effectively denied my voice and the expressions it was lending me. If I agree, I am limited to nodding; just as I have to shake my head, if I do not agree to what she says, or what she tells me to do.
Somehow, the prospect is still enticing; exciting me, while she is presenting me with this.
“You see, I will need you to strip naked; for me to conclude this, helping you slip into the garments you want to wear..” she explains.
“Oh..” I mouth.
I just nod in ascent, without knowing the exact details she has in mind for me; following her, as she is leading me towards the door.
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“Of course, you need to take off your panties; for what I had in mind, regardless of which once you are wearing..” she explains, as she is opening the door to my wardrobe on the right.
“She wanted me, to bring a set of toys; just in case, she wanted to have some fun!” Lotus is pondering; “and I think; I have an idea, as to where she is going with this request..” she continues.
“Just what is she exposing me to?” I ponder; “But this far; she certainly do have my undivided attention; I am excited, by what she has been offering me, this far..” I continue.
On her word; I slip my fingers in under my panties, slipping the panties down. Kicking them up, catching them; before I toss them into the wardrobe, leaving them on the floor of the wardrobe.
“There..” she exclaims; “Now, if you were to turn away; spread your legs and bend over..” she instructs me.
I comply, without a thought; then she is producing a membrane tube, sliding it into my rear orifice with practiced ease.
“Rarity” the label reads; “Back Orifice / Back Door” the subtitle reads; "Ultra Tight - Hyper Elastic” the second subtitle reads.
I feel a contraction, rippling from the entrance and inwards into my anus; from the instant she had inserted the anal membrane tube into me, from behind.
Now she is producing an anal lubrication, applying it generously; before she is producing the lip-liner, drawing a line along the rim of the inserted tube. I feel the tip of the pencil, as she is drawing the line; then I once more feel the contraction rippling along the entire length of the tube, from the instant the circuit had been closed.
She is repeating the process of drawing the line along the rim of my anal tube thrice, leaving me to experience the rippling contraction with each consecutive application; just as I feel myself growing wet in turn as she is affirming, confirming and reinforcing the bonding of the tube. In the end, the lubrication is saturating the inner walls of my anus; from the entrance, all the way in.
“I hope; you still do enjoy, Horsing around..” she suggests; “because I am helping you; to Pony up, now!” she explains.
“This far..” I ponder, nodding; “so far, so good; just do not let me down, now!” I ponder.
“Since you are enjoying this, so far..” she coos; “I guess; you have taken the shock well..” she ponders; “If this was not a shock, to you; the fun is just on the horizon..” she declares.
With that, she is producing my vaginal tube; extending the index-finger of her right hand, slipping her finger into the tube before she is inserting it into my openly waiting orifice. I feel her hand slide in between my legs, as she slips the finger into my vagina and thus inserts the tube; only to pull the hand back, just as the tube is slipping into me and rivets itself firmly and securely into me.
Just as the tube is riveting itself into me, there is a rippling contraction progressing from the entrance and all the way into the very bottom of my womb.
“Lotus” the label reads; “Vaginal Lubrication” the subtitle reads; “Ultra-Viscous Equine Lubrication Gel - Hyper Orgasmic” the second subtitle reads.
Just as the rippling contraction is starting to ebb out, I find myself growing wet; as I feel her applying the vaginal lubrication, with deliberate care. Once she had applied the lubrication, she is once more producing the lip-liner and draws a line along the rim of the newly inserted vaginal tube; only for the bond to take hold with a rippling contraction, just as the circuit had been closed. She is repeating the process: once, twice and thrice; only to deepen the effect with each consecutive application, leaving me to experience the rippling contraction progressing; from the entrance of my vagina and all the way down into the bottom of my womb. Naturally; she is leaving me with a progressively wetter sensation, as I am experiencing her handiwork and its aftermath.
“There, there; nice and wet, just as you would want it?” she inquires.
“Did I even have to respond?” I ponder; “She already knows, how I feel; what she is doing to me, and what the experience feels like..” I consider, in stark realization.
Of course, she knew; she had tested it out, on herself already. Since the hotel is new; she could not have tested it out, on all that many before me, but I don’t really mind.
“Could you slip out of your stockings, before you stand up; turning towards me, so I can continue..” she coos and I comply.
While I am complying, she is producing my membrane-tube for the belly button.
With the gloves I had originally slipped on, slipping my bare fingers under the fabric of the stockings is a breeze; thus I slide the stockings down my legs and pull them off of me left and right, before I am placing them onto the pile of clothes consisting of my panties.
“Now, if you would be so kind; as to slip the top off of you, please!” she continues.
It is not, that the top is in the way; but she wants me, to complete the process correctly. Of course, I comply without a word. Not just because I am mute, with the bit in my mouth and the halter on my face; but I had no reason to complain or oppose what she had suggested, to me.
"Just one small detail, before we can dress you up; so you can become the Pony, or Pony-Girl you want to be..” she suggests; “I need you to pull the top up over your head, and leave it onto the pile; before I am selecting your garments, to complete and perfect your new ensemble!” she coos.
I wordlessly comply, depositing the top; as a final sacrifice, leaving it onto the pile of my former clothes without regret.
Why should I regret?
I had just put these on, to make myself presentable to her; before I had asked her, to become my Groom and Mistress. I obey her, because she knows what is best for me; even if I don’t know, or understand how she could possibly know. I had not asked her a single question, verified her credentials; confirming, how well she knows me, or what I had been looking for.
There is something, in how she carries herself; how she makes me feel, based on her actions and choices. I can not put a finger onto how or why.
Maybe, it is just that I recognize a feeling; as if I had come home, finding my place in the world.
With the top discarded, she is picking up a pair of panties for me, replacing what I had given up.
“Rarity” the label reads; “Equine Tail-Panties - Plug and Play” the subtitle reads; “G Cup - Pi Foot” the second subtitle reads.
I am accepting the proffered panties, stepping into them. I lift up my right foot and slip it into the panties, putting my right foot down and lift my left foot; before I am slipping my left foot in and put it onto the floor. Pulling the panties all the way up, once more feeling the incredible liquid elasticity in the process; finally affording the panties a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; before I am letting go of the garment, looking up at her submissively, with eager anticipation shining in my eyes and a smile on my face.
“There, that should be putting you in your proper place; even if we have to wait until tomorrow, before you can experience the implied changes upon your body!” she explains.
“Yes..” I ponder; “but why do I have to wait, until tomorrow?” I consider.
“These stockings should be just right, for you..” she promises, as she is offering me a pair of full-length Toe-Stockings to go with the panties I am already wearing.
Naturally, I am accepting the proffered garment; expecting her to know, what I need to sate my desires and please my fancies. While I still do have the choice, but I had booked the suite and asked her for this service in the first place.
Maybe we should have been discussing the terms and details beforehand; but for some reason, I had overlooked this detail. Now, it may be a bit late to complain.
I am lifting my right foot, slipping it into the stocking; pulling the stocking all the way up to my crotch before I put my foot down, repeating the process as I am lifting up my left foot. Just slipping the foot into the stocking and pulling the stocking all the way up to my crotch without a thought; placing the foot onto the floor, now once more standing on my own two feet before her.
“Rarity” the label reads; “Ballerina” the subtitle reads; “Equine Suction-Cup Hooves” the second subtitle reads.
With the stockings on, paired with the panties I am already wearing; I find myself, covered and coated with the metallic bloody red Silicone, from my waist down. I find it pleasing, exciting me; as I am standing before her, awaiting the next garment she will be presenting me with.
I know, she will be presenting me with another garment; secretly hoping, she will offer me a top identical to the one I originally chose, before she came to me.
“If you truly want to be a C Cup; then, by all means..” she pronounces; “You shall be; by first light, tomorrow..” she declares.
“She just made it sound, as if she were pronouncing my sentence..” I ponder; “but I guess, she has a point..” I continue.
She does not know my thoughts, because she can not read them; however, she can read my reactions well enough.
“Rarity” the label reads; “C Cup - Bouncy Orbs” the subtitle reads; “G Cup - Productive Play” the second subtitle reads.
She is offering me the top I thought I had been trying on before and I am eagerly accepting it, slowly pulling it down over my head; before I am affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. Just as expected, the fluid elasticity offers a perfect fit; reminiscing of the sense of being painted on, just a bit tighter than I had been expecting, in order to make certain I feel it is on.
"By tomorrow, I will know what it is like to be a C Cup; even if I know, I had always been the B Cup before..” I realize.
This thought alone, is enough to cause a tingling sensation; right there, between my legs. What is shocking me, is the dual sensation; in place of the single one, I had been expecting to hit my wet vagina. It is indeed wet, because Lotus has seen to it; even if she is exciting me, too.
“You will be needing a pair of gloves, too; to be considered fully dressed up, but what should I offer you to wear?” she points out, examining my facial expression for a moment; before she turns back to the wardrobe containing my clothes.
“I am still missing a pair of gloves..” I ponder, as she is pronouncing the words; “but, what gloves will she be offering me, to wear, this time?” I consider.
“Ah, yes; these should be just right, for you..” she concludes, as her eyes falls upon a pair of gloves.
“Rarity” the label reads; “Hyper Effeminate Lady Model Gloves” the subtitle reads; “Ultra Tight - Equine Delicate Special Model” the second subtitle reads.
Lotus is extracting the selected pair of full-length gloves for me, handing them over to me right and left; I am eagerly accepting the proffered gloves she had been selecting for me, just as she is presenting me with her selection.
I am slipping my right hand into the glove and pull it all the way up into the arm-pit, before I am affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; only to repeat the process of slipping the left glove on, finding myself fully dressed up and covered in metallic bloody red Silicone from the neck down. Only a hand’s width of midriff bare.
Looking closer, I could see the details of the gloves: the inch-long, semi-square nails and the highly sensitive touch-pads reaching from the last joints of the respective finger and all the way in to the back of the respective nail. Curiously enough; I also have a suction-cup covering the entire palm of the right and left hands respectively.
I can’t see the colour of my finger-nails; but for now, I am assuming they are utter gloss and crystal-clear. Well, why shouldn’t they be? Considering the design of these full-length gloves she had offered me, aside from the appearance they will be imparting my arms and hands with in the process.
“Before you go to bed!” she points out; “I do have one final item to offer you, if you choose to accept it..” she points out.
“Oh, okay!” I ponder, nodding affirmation; looking up at her in breathless anticipation, eager submission shining through my eyes.
“Rarity” the label reads; “Equine Lubricated Slip-On Face-Mask” the subtitle reads; “Ultra Tight - Ultra Wet - B Cup” the second subtitle reads.
“Wait, you want me to slip the mask onto your face?” she inquires, after a moment of hesitation.
I nod.
With that; she is taking a step forwards, unbuckling the halter under my chin and behind my head. Holding the mask firmly in her hands, as she is slipping the mask onto my face.
I feel the wet lubrication sliding over my face, in the process: slowly sliding over my nose, cheeks, shins and forehead and finally closing over my ears; before the wetness slides out of my consciousness altogether, in a matter of seconds.
“Whoa!!” I ponder; as the mask finally is on my face, almost as if it had been my skin in the first place.
With the mask on my face, I am covered with metallic bloody red Silicone, from the neck down; with the exception of the bare midriff, still showing a hand’s width of bare skin.
Since she had slipped my oral tube in, I had failed to notice the mask slipping over my skin and Pi inches into my mouth.
However, she had pulled the bit out of my mouth, just as she had slipped the halter off of my face; but for now, I find myself mute and incapable of performing speech.
What comes out of my mouth, passing my lips; is neighs and whinnies, but gentle and soft. Just the quiet and squeaky little noises of a filly. Cute and adorable, I’d might add; even if it is my mouth, creating these noises.
Should I be complaining, now; but if she can’t pick up on what I tried to say, what is the point?
I hold my piece, enjoying my situation as best I can.
If she could understand, what I try to say; but since I am saying nothing, she can’t interpret my will beyond my emotional reactions. She does not say, so I have no way of knowing.
A moment, after she slipped the mask onto my face, I manage to stifle a yawn. Only a moment later, I yawn once more.
“Yes, I thought it was about time..” she coos; “you will need to sleep!” she then suggests.
“Yes..” I neigh, with a nod.
With that, she is stepping over to my bed and folds up the quilt towards the wall; whereupon I step over to my bed and sit down, then slip my feet in under the quilt and lie down. She is folding the quilt back down over me, as soon as I am lying down; stepping out of the room, to give me quiet to sleep. As my head is hitting the pillow, I find myself falling asleep.
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The door is closing quietly behind me, as I had cleared the threshold; walking over the floor of the living room.
“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I continue walking over the floor.
I sense her emotions, freely flowing out of her room; telling me of love most pure, and a girl slowly finding her way into the realm of Luna. Her love is most sweet, to me. She needs her sleep, so I had left her alone; permitting her the full night’s sleep, the eight hours required for the suit to work its magic upon her.
I had enjoyed working for her, just as I enjoy the love she is offering me; generously, freely out of her heart. It is the bliss, a Changeling such as I live for. We all know it, but few were permitted this luxury in a lifetime.
Of course, it all changed; when our most beloved Queen Chrysalis accepted the offer to take possession of this hotel. The hotel we all call our home. Most of us, know of no other home. Just as we know, of no form other than the one of the Human we are now.
With the girl fast asleep, in the room next door; I need neither food nor drink. However; I still require the aid of another, in order to gather all the Love she is exuding into the very ether of the room and suite within which she currently is in.
I can not blame her, not after aiding her; in the pursuit, of what she had been looking for. If she had known it, consciously or not; but it is her heart’s desire, I had helped her to fulfill all the same. It is, why the room is becoming saturated with her sweet love.
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I had not heard her, stepping out of my room; but instinctively, I just knew she had left me in the room to sleep. Maybe the door is too quiet, to hear it open and close; but I distinctly hear the sounds of her hooves, as she is walking over the floor.
Now, I am waking up in a dark room; not a sound to be heard, as far as I could tell.
While I soon realize, my eyes are closed; but it is not accounting for the compact darkness, of my room. The light overhead, is all but out; leaving me with only the faintest of glow, from the brightest of the stars of my night sky overhead.
However, I soon feel the warmth and light, as the light starts to go bright, as I am stirring.
I open my eyes, and the lights continue to brighten.
I feel the smooth surface of the black Silicone sheet under me, just as I feel the Pi inch thick and crystal-clear Silicone quilt covering me, keeping me warm and comfortable even now, after an entire night’s sleep. I am enjoying myself, the warmth and the lack of friction promising me freedom unparalleled.
However; I have to wake up, stir; so that I can greet the new day, enjoy what I had been given. I can always return, to the caring warmth of the bed in which I am currently finding myself. I had found myself, well rested and comfortable.
Slowly, slowly; the light is returning, returning me to the land of the living. I am waking up.
A few details are standing out to me, even if I find them quite natural to me; he pressure on my chest and the equine hooves I have in place of the feet I had, as late as last night. The pressure is originating, from my breasts; now C Cups, in place of the B Cups I had the day before.
What is not standing out, is the muzzle and the now quite equine ears on top of my head.
Of course, I also sprouted the Pi foot long tail; during the night, as I was sleeping. Had I read the fine prints, I would have known of it; yet, this had escaped my mind back then, the other day.
As the light progressively goes brighter, I open my eyes; before I am slipping my right hand out from under the quilt, lifting it up before my eyes. I can clearly see my hand, in all its glory; every tiny little detail, not just the silhouette. Even if it is coated with the metallic bloody red Silicone, glistering in even this sparse light.
Since I am lifting up my hand, with the palm of my hand towards my face; I can clearly make out the contours of the suction-cup of my right hand, just as I can see the highly sensitive touch-pads of each finger. Just as I can see the back; of each of the inch-long nails sticking out, over the top of its respective finger.
As I am lifting my hand up further, I touch the tip of my now highly equine muzzle; feeling the nostrils set wide apart, on the B Cup muzzle she had selected for me.
“Whoa!!” I exclaim, in stark realization.
“This had not been one of these outlandish dreams, one sometimes speak of; I had signed in, at the Royal Twilight Inn and the suit she had me put on had indeed changed my body, during the night.
For a moment, I could not help myself; snickering uncontrollably, in overt excitement as the gravity and depth of my reality is sinking in.
What I feel is the touch of the sleek and slippery Silicone of my fingers, touching sleek and slippery Silicone coating my muzzle; but I feel the warmth of the muzzle as the tips of my fingers, make the initial contact; just as I can feel the warmth in the touch of my fingers, slipping over the tip of my muzzle. It is clearly me, not just a mask, prosthetics or someone else touching me. I instinctively know it, before I even have the time to feel, think or reflect upon the situation of the moment.
For a moment, I just lie still, with the tips of my fingers, still touching the tip of my muzzle; before I move my hand, to resolutely fold the corner of the quilt up against the wall. With the corner of the quilt folded up, I slide my hooves out from under the quilt; finding myself sitting up, on the bed in which I had been sleeping.
Once I am sitting up, I push myself forwards; slipping out of bed, only to find myself to stand on my own two hooves for the first time.
“Clip, clop..” is heard, as my hooves hit the floor.
“Ooh?” I exclaim; bending over, in order to examine the hooves on the floor.
“Oh..” I snicker, as I can see the two hooves on the floor.
The door slides up, and Lotus is stepping into my room.
“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as she steps into the room, walking up to me.
“Good morning, April!” she exclaims.
“Good morning, Lotus” I respond.
“You have been sleeping well, I take it?” she inquires.
“Yes, Lotus; I certainly have, thank you, for asking!” I respond.
“And you are comfortable; with the changes you incurred, during the night?” she inquires.
“Yes, I certainly am!” I respond.
“Excellent, excellent..” she coos; “because it is time, for you to change into your daytime ensemble!” she explains.
“Oh, but of course..” I neigh.
“Since you are awake, let’s go over to the wardrobe, so you can change into your daytime suit!” she suggests; “Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as she walks past me, on her way to my wardrobe.
“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I am following her over to the left wardrobe, containing my daytime wears.
“Before we continue..” she coos, reaching for my face; placing her hands on the right and left side of my face, slowly and carefully slipping the mask off of my face with a wet and sucking noise.
“Oh..” I snicker; “I almost forgot about that!” I then continue.
With that, she extends her right hand; pulling the door to the wardrobe open, before she is depositing the mask I had just worn onto the floor of the wardrobe.
Once the mask is out of her hand, she is reaching for my right shoulder; slipping her fingers in under the rim of the glove, sliding it off of my arm. I feel the material slide over my skin, as she is pulling the glove off of my arm; just as I hear the material sliding over my skin; all the way to the very end as it relinquishes its hold of the tips of my fingers, with a wet and sucking noise. She is depositing the glove onto the pile, consisting of my face mask; before she is repeating the process, pulling the left glove off of my arm.
While she is pulling the left glove off of my arm, I am lifting my right hand up before my eyes; examining the look of the hand held up before my eyes, as I notice the changes the glove had imposed upon me during the night.
At first, it just looks like a more effeminate and slender version of my hand; but then I can see the silicone-white suction-cup covering the entire palm of my right hand, the bright cerise and squishy touch-pads reaching from the final joint of each finger all the way out under the nail and finally the inch-long, semi-square, crystal-clear nails reaching from the final joint.
I place the tip of my extended index-finger onto the tip of my muzzle; just to explore the sensations, finding the touch-pad quite sensitive now as it is bare.
I just squeal.
“I thought, you would say that..” she coos, snickering; “You did need, to Pony Up; whether you kept it secret, or just did not realize it before..” she continues.
She is pulling the tiara off of my head, without me even realizing it; distracted by the experience of touching my muzzle, and the sensations it is eliciting within me. However, the ears stubbornly remain on the top of my head; just as the proper equine ears they are, in place of the human ears I gave up to have them. No loss, just a trade.
These are my ears, as equine as they are; it is the only logical resolution to me, in this moment.
“Could you pull your top up, over your head?” she inquires
With little to no hesitation; I slip my fingers in under the fabric of the top, pulling it up over my head. The next moment, I am finding my chest bare; as I deposit the garment onto the pile of clothes on the floor of my wardrobe.
Somehow, it just feels so right; I am not bothered by showing the flesh or my breasts bare, with Lotus in the room. Maybe it is just Lotus, I am not embarrassed to show bare flesh to; though I suspect, I am not bothered to show up before Rarity either.
Is this an equine thing, as I am revealing myself as Pony; with the help of Lotus and Rarity?
Maybe, just maybe; it is in how Lotus is reacting, as she is not changing her demeanor in the least. She is acting, as if she had been a Lover? Or, as if it is just natural to see me nude to stark naked; all in the line of her work, tending to my needs and desires to make me feel good. She could not perform, if I cling to what I wear; holding on to modesty, acting shy.
I have to complete the moment, of undressing; even if I am not alone. If I do not undress, I can not change into my day wears.
However, I can stop to take a moment; exploring who I am, as well as what the changes are revealing to me.
I lift my hands up to my chest, feeling the now bare skin of my breasts under my hands; only today, I have C Cups in place of the B Cups I had as late as the day before.
The skin I feel, under the touch of my fingers feels like me; this is my flesh, by breasts. Even if they now show up as the solid, firm C Cups I had wanted to explore the day before.
With the night between today and yesterday, it is comfortably natural to me; even if the recollections of yesterdays gone by, as a natural B Cup still lingers in my consciousness. I can not shake, who I was and what I had been; but this still feels natural, to me.
What is sticking out, the most; is the large nipples, protruding from my breasts. I had not foreseen it. How could I have been prepared, for the sensations and the experience? Either way, these are my nipples; large as they may be.
There is no scarring, as you would have been expecting from surgery, such as you used to have in order to enlarge your breasts and bust. Just the smooth skin, as if my breasts had grown a cup-size over-night. Which, they had indeed done.
“A dream; coming true, yes?” she inquires, as she is looking at me; while I explore my newly revealed bust.
“Yes..” I nod; “I guess it is!” I ponder, as I realize the truth of what she had just suggested, to me.
This had indeed been a dream of mine, even if I had thought it was interesting, just to explore the larger bust she had just given me.
However; it is all the other little changes she had imparted upon me, that had made me heart flutter.
“If you do not mind?” she inquires, and I just nod.
With that, she is lifting up my right fore-hoof; before she is lifting her right hand up to my crotch, slipping the right stocking down. I feel her fingers, as they slip in under the stocking; as she is pulling it all the way down, only for the hoof to be revealed as the stocking is falling down onto the floor.
She is repeating the process, of slipping the left stocking off of me; only after I had placed my bare right hoof onto the floor.
A moment after the stockings had fallen, I feel the tips of her fingers; as she is slipping them in under the rim of my panties, slowly slipping them down onto the floor.
“If you could take a step back, please..” she is cooing, whereupon I comply.
With that, she is picking up the discarded garments I had been wearing all night; depositing them onto the pile, of yesternight’s ensemble. These garments had served their purpose, changing me; adjusting my features, into what I secretly had been wishing for all along. Or, it is how it is feeling now.
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Upon prompting, she is eagerly stepping out of her stockings and panties; with a little bit of assistance, on my part.
“These panties should be perfectly you, right now!” I offer, as I am presenting her with a pair of daytime panties to wear.
“Oh, but of course; thank you, Lotus!” she responds, as she is accepting the skin-tone panties.
Without a single thought; she is stepping into her new panties, right and left. She is pulling the garment up and I help her guiding her tail in into the panties I had offered her.
I notice her making a double-take, as I touch her tail, in order to guide it into its proper place in her panties. Just slipping the tip of her tail through the purposefully positioned opening at the lower back of the panties; guiding her tail, to move naturally in order for her to be able to comfortably slip into her panties.
“Oh..” she exclaims; “Thank you, Lotus..” she continues.
Since she has hooves, there is no point in her wearing stockings; but a pair of sleeves, for her legs would still be fitting on her. With that, I am presenting her with a matching pair in the same hue as her panties.
As I am watching her, she is accepting the proffered garments; slipping them on right and left, with little to no thought.
“Thank you, Lotus!” she responds.
“You will also need this..” I point out, offering her a top.
“Thank you, Lotus..” she responds, as she is accepting the top I am offering her.
She eagerly pulls the top down over her head, affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.
“I could have offered her a pair of regular gloves, or sleeves; but right now, she needs the Pony-Play model of the Bondage-Sleeves..” I ponder, extracting a pair of matching sleeves in her size; offering her the garments, watching her as she is accepting the proffered garments without a thought.
“Thank you, Lotus!” she merely responds, smiling.
“Full-length gloves, but without the hand and fingers?” she ponders, momentarily looking perplexed.
Just as she had accepted the sleeves; she is putting them on, right and left before my very eyes. I am watching her, looking at her as she slips the sleeves on in bemusement.
She is slipping her right hand in, pulling it all the way up to her arm-pit; feeling the material slide over the skin of her arm, before she is affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. Once she is assured of the proper fit, she is repeating the process.
Now she is slipping her right hand in into the sleeve, pulling it all the way up; once more feeling the material eagerly slide over her skin, contracting around her arm in the process.
“I love the inherent tightness of these..” she neighs.
“Since you have a full set of garments on, it is time to step into your living room..” I point out.
“Oh..” she mouths; “yes, I do wear the full set..” she responds.
“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I walk over to the door of the room, with my charge April in tow.
I am lifting up my right hand and extend the palm of the hand onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door for the both of us; I step out of the room with April half a step behind me, only for the door to quietly slide shut as she had cleared the threshold.
“You will need something to eat, April..” I conclude; “would you prefer to go to a restaurant, or do we call something in?” I inquire.
“Yes..” she responds; “order something in..” she continues; “a breakfast buffet, would be just right for me, right now!” she concludes.
“Then, a breakfast buffet is exactly what you will have..” I offer.