Chapters Rearity's Toy - Doll Factory
I had accepted the job as a model for her next, new doll. I had imagined, they needed a model for the live cast of a life size, for the promotion purposes. Had I known her true purpose, and the consequences that came with it, would I still have taken the job? Even though I may feel a small pinch, the desperation that comes when you're short on cash? I need to make a living, after all, and she did promise me a fairly generous pay for the job, such as I had understood it.
Maybe I should have read the small print, where all the legal details are spelled out? I had never been one for reading the finer print. Maybe I should have, but then again, I'm not the lawyer of the family. Maybe the modeling trade were more of my end of the rope?
Modeling seems easy. I need to act natural, and walk in a demonstrative manner, in order to bring out the most, of what I'm to showcase, or it is, how I had come to understand it. Maybe I am wrong, and had misunderstood it all along?
Since the deal had been signed, I had committed myself to a new job, the work offered me. Which sounded pretty good, while it had been explained to me.
I had had a shower, before I was to put on the garments offered, I couldn't walk in, in the nude, right? That part did make sense, partially, because the doll, or toy was meant for little girls, as I had understood the deal.
Slipping into the panties had been easy. The same goes for the top. Maybe they did feel a bit on the tight side? I did not examine the feeling, or feelings. It's not what I had been paid for, now is it?
From here, I walked out onto the stage, and felt the unmistakable sense of flashes snapping, they were taking the photos, for all I knew. Which had been expected. I had been walking on the 'Cat-Walk', as it were. I just hope they enjoyed how I made the suit come out. This had been the first set of photos. Apparently, they intended to make a full set, step by step.
Now I walked back, into the small room. Only now, the room had been cleared, I could not see the bench, where I had been siting, while changing into the clothes I'm wearing. There is just the wardrobe, the door that is, that's where my clothes would be stored, to the right, while the clothes for other sets would be to the left.
What I find, is a bed, or gurney. A massage? That sounds like fun, I guess I'd feel more relaxed after the massage, allowing me to do a better walk?
Ofcause, there is the glass door, where I had had my shower, and the door I had entered through. But otherwise, the room is pretty bare.
I lay down, quietly. Then, just a few minutes later, another girl entered the small room. She had placed a bottle, of what appears to be massage oil. The oil she was to use, while giving me the massage, before the next walk.
She was pouring what I had taken for oil in her right hand, then she leans over me. Once the oil, or rather gel touch my back, I noticed it was actually warm, possibly a degree or two above body temperature, even if I would have been a degree below norm, and then another degree above the same norm? Yet, she still made the gel feel warm. Her touch really did warm me up.
She had apparently started from the centre of my back, from there, she moved up, all the way to the edge of my hair, along my spine. Then she moved down, right and left of my spine, as it were, her hands moving in small circles. From my perspective, upwards, outwards. That'd make her right hand moving clockwise, and the left counter? I felt her fingers pressing in. Her palms flat Maybe she had managed to create a hypnotic feel to it, or just putting me in some trance? Yet, the warmth spread outwards, from where she had placed her focus, her hands, the palms and fingers, as the tips of her every finger dug in.
As she had reached the outer line of where her hands had been, she spreads wider, in order to move back out, covering skin, previously untouched. Then she moved out, along my shoulders.
Once she had reached the outer edge of my shoulders, she simply turned back inwards. Then she moves in, to where she begun, only to move outwards, going back and forth, ever downwards, until she had reached my rump, then she circled, inwards, and upwards.
Now, she started over, at the crack of my rear, surprisingly, she had managed to sneak in, I had failed to notice, and thus did not protest, maybe it felt too good?
Then she started with my right leg, from the rump, down my thigh, the same circular motions, ten over the knee, and down my calf. Onto the top of the heel, and down the soul of the foot, ending with my toes, from center, outwards, toe by toe, smaller and smaller, until she had finished the very last one.
Now she moved up to the left spine, starting all over from the edge of my rump, down the thigh, over the knee, the calf, the heel, onto my foot. Just finishing off, as she had finished my toes, on the left foot.
Now she walked back to the right side, working from the top of my shoulder, I felt her working my every muscle, just like before, down the arm, over the elbow, and the wrist, and onto my hand, starting with the palm, out the thumb, till the very edge, I even felt her under the nail, and then over the nail as well. Then she continued, finger by finger, outwards, and then the back of the hand. Only to walk over to the left side, once more, as she started to work down the arm.
Apparently, I had closed my eyes, somewhere along the line, most likely fairly early? I had enjoyed myself, and had the idea I could enjoy it more thoroughly, closing my eyes, focusing on the touch of her fingers. Maybe I was right, but I'm not to complain, I had truly enjoyed her handy work, I could stay as much.
“Now is the time to turn around!” she suggested in a kind and generous tone of voice, making me actually desire to do exactly as she told me.
Then again, she was to complete the work, so I had to do, what she instructed me. Only now, I realised, the room is fairly dark. Yet she did see, exactly all she was required to see. If she truly needed to see.
Once I had turned, now lying on my back, thus presenting my belly. She soon started to work, pouring more of her gel into her right hand, before placing the bottle, where it had been standing, while she is working.
I feel her fingers over my face, delicately spreading the gel, working it in, warming me, giving me that warm feeling. Starting on the tip of my nose, moving outwards, then up to my forehead. From there, she traced my hair line, to the right and left, until she got to my ears. Now working her way back inwards, till she hit the bridge of my nose, only to turn back, till she was at my ear, once more. Only now, she apparently felt it the time, working my ears? From there, her fingers bounced back inwards, only now she reached the centre, under my nose. She traced my lips, from the centre and out, till she reaches the lower lip, continuing until her fingers met. From there, she moved outwards, only to stop at the base of my neck, and continued downwards.
Her fingers, her hands now working my throat. I felt her, but she just made the warmth spread further.
Now she continued down, beyond my throat, along the centre of the rib cage, till she was between my jigglies, then she circled upwards, then outwards. Moving upwards, until she had reached my nibbles, which she teased for the longest of time.
Noe she started over, from the edge of my shoulders, then started to move inwards, bouncing back out, then in, continuing all the way down my chest, till she hit my mound. She Encircled it, ever inwards, until she ended up, reaching my orchid, which she outlined, several times, distracting me from just about everything.
The fact that she had actually entered me, never entered my mind, I never realised, though I could I can say it was making me even hotter, and ended up making me feel wet. Just short of making me come?
“I'm done, you can stand up, but take a minute, before you walk back out!” she cautioned me.
I managed to slip down, off of the bed, on which she had given me the massage. She had covered all my skin. Now I momentarily felt wobbly. I couldn't quite find my balance. I had not realised, what she had been doing to me, or the fact that she had been not just under both the top and the panties, but slipped inside of me, possibly as far as an inch, or two, but no more than three?
Once I had reclaimed my balance, I take a step towards the door. She had left the room, naturally. Where she is hiding, I had no idea.
Had I looked down, I would have noticed certain changes? I had changed, but it had gone unnoticed. Maybe the changes were small and subtle? I still did retain my general body shape and tone. I still can stand on my feet? Rather, hooves, the hind hooves, that is.
I take a few small steps towards the door, now feeling confident in walking the rest of the way.
Only now, not only did my legs end in hooves, but the legs themselves had changed. Just as my face, my head had changed. I now have my ears on the top of my head, a pair of equine ears, pony ears? There are small changes to my eyes, but these are too small for me to notice. What I couldn't miss, my muzzle. It had been growing out, from what had been my nose. Now it is basically the lower half of my face, and about two inches long. I could easily breath through my nostrils, which felt natural. Strangely, my lips had not really changed, even though they are now on the lower edge of the muzzle.
I walked to the cat walk, enjoying to perform the duty of my position. Is it a part of the changes? Yet, I walked the walk, from the back of the cat walk, to the front, performing admirably, before I turned back. There I slipped behind the curtains. Ending up, walking back to the small room, where my second massage was awaiting me.
Was she just repeating the same routine? Yet, she had chosen another gel. What it did, I had no idea. Had I read the label, the true lable, that is, what would it have said? 'Toy Glue', and 'Toy Polish', as was the per functional effects of them.
Of course, I had performed my third walk, knowing they enjoyed what I had to show. I did not know exactly how I knew it, but I know. It's not just in the fact that they asked me back.
Rearity's Toy - Doll Factory
I had gotten up, the day after I had accepted the job at the factory, as the model of 'Apple Jack', it is at least, the way I had come to understand my position.
Maybe I couldn't go as far, as to say I don't like it, even after I realised, I wasn't to go home directly after work? Maybe the more exact expression is, I had come to like it so much, I had basically forgotten about actually having a home, away from work? Or is it that it is part of the persona, I had been taking on? Even if I had no clue as to the fact that she had actually glued the 'Apple Jack' personal onto me, just as she glued her body, such as Rearity had designed it, onto my body, at the time of what I had taken for a mere massage?
From the looks of it, nothing more had changed, from the day before. I'm just the very same five feet tall, just as I had been, before I had gone to bed. Why'd that change? How could it ever change?
I had slipped the chosen panties on, then the top, just as expected. Maybe it is me, or it had been part of her original design. I had lost track of it. Had I lost it all, sometime, during the night, as I lay sleeping? There is no sign, no trace, of whom I had been. I couldn't recall I had had a name, before I signed up. If you asked me, I'd reply 'Apple Jack'. What else had you expected? I could be none other, and thus, I will not be anyone, or anything else, no matter what.
They had served me a breakfast, which I had readily enjoyed. Not so much because I'm hungry, or because I couldn't leave her factory grounds, but rather, because I enjoyed, what they were serving. I guess they knew, what I had been enjoying for breakfast, or was it part, of whom they had designed me into being? If I was to ponder, it'd confuse me to no end, and for no good reason.
Ofhorse, today is a workday. How'd I forget that? Maybe because I'm Apple Jack, I desire to work. It's part of who I am. With that, I continue to where I am to perform. The door is open, naturally, what had you been expecting?
“One small detail, if you don't mind. This will not take long, just a few minutes!” the girl declared.
I sat down, just as she indicated. She soon slip in before me, sitting down on an identical chair. Producing a lip gloss. I just smile at her, and she soon performed her work, applying the gloss to my lips.
“If you stand up, and slip your panties off?” she then instructed me.
I managed to slip my chosen panties off, it's not all that hard, they are not glued to me, but are pretty slippery inside. I had noticed, as I was to put them on, this morning, for whatever reason. Maybe these are my first panties, of the permanent collection? The once I had worn the other day doesn't seem to count.
As I slipped my panties off, she prepared a special gel, soon standing before me, before she uncapped the jar of clear gel, slipping a yello inside of it, withdrawing it from the jar, before she simply slipped it into my orchid, making me feel it contract around the yello she had inserted. Once she had pushed it in, as far as she intended, she simply left it in place, as she picked the next yello, dipping it in the gel, before she slipped it into me from behind. I clearly felt it slide in, there was no avoiding it. Maybe I should have tried, but to no avail.
Had it been the gel, or the yello? Either way, I had been incapable of preventing the penetration, just as I'm still incapable of pushing either of them out. I knew they stay in place, in part because I felt myself contracting around them, firmly. Just not excessively? For some reason, I did enjoy the sensation of it all.
Only now, she pulled them out, in the same order as she had inserted them, and with that, leaving me to feel empty, for a short moment, then it passed, and it just felt normal?
Apparently, the panties had been polished, and then the small plugs inside of the panties had been given a special attention? I could feel it, as I slipped my panties back on. Yet, the sense of contracting soon vanished, and it went back to normal. What this was all about, I had no idea, I guess it's none of my business? I don't need to know, it's more of maintaining me in a state, where I perform, what I'm paid to do.
Once I had slipped the panties back on, I move into the room, where the catwalk was, which is exactly where it still is. I move to where I slip in, behind the curtains, then I simply walked out, and up onto the walk, turning around, demonstrating the assets, as it were. Show casing what I look like, as I wear the suit, the panties and top, that is. Then I slowly walk back, and in behind the curtains once more. I had finished the cat walk part of the day.
Then I noticed a door had opened behind the walk, and I enter the new room. The door had been a full six feet in height, thus it is easy to enter. I failed to realise why. It's just the thing about me, or what? The door was simply supposed to be exactly six feet?
The room is some ten feet by ten feet. In the center, there is a podium, a foot above floor level. It's three feet in diamter. I had noticed two marks on the floor, I placed my hind hooves on them, before a circular glass wall fell down, closing me in. Then the small space filled up with a clear gel, feeling almost as if it had been water. I noticed an image before me, the girl posing, and I take her pose, imagining it is what had been the point. Then I realise, the gel slowly cured, hardened, and it became impossible to move.
The glass soon was lifted, and the gel cut in two, falling onto the floor, thus freeing me, once more. Then the glass fell down, imprisoning me once more. Once the glass is in place, the gel is filling up my small space. New marks on the floor came into view, and I placed my hooves on top of them. Then I noticed a new image before me, and I take her pose. Then I realised, the gel cured, once more. That's what went on, from breakfast, until lunch.
I returned after lunch, and the work resumed. Like this, my work continued until six in the evening. Then I had completed my job of the day. I walked back to the dining room and then home, feeling rather good about myself. I had performed my duties, such as I had been given them.
I never saw what they made out of the cured gel casts, after they had been created, but I could guess. Cast by cast, carried away, since I never would see any of them, ever again. Then they had been used, moulding replicas of me, as the 'Apple Jack', I am. Once the dolls had been released from the cast, they had simply painted the smaller details on top of the original, the complexion I had been born with. In the form I am. They are a full set of live size 'Apple Jack' dolls. Too large to be counted as toys?
How many they were to create, I had no idea, it's none of my business, it's not anything I'd care about. I simply perform my job.
Would they create all these, for the one single use? Not sure. Yet, who's to say? I had basically had the rest of the week off. At least, I had not been used for creating any more of the casts. What I had been doing, walking the cat walk?
It's my natural form, and my natural size. I imagine, they may choose to have me take interviews, and partake in advertisements, promotions and the like, but for now, I simply enjoyed myself. Even though, I do feel the lack of friends closing in on me. I can't seem to find any of my old friends. Where were they?
Rearity's Toy - Doll Factory
I had accepted the job offer. Maybe I enjoy the pay. Then again, the massage had simply been divine. I still recall it all from the day before. Only now, I had just woken up, after my first night here.
What I had failed to notice, or realise, until now, is the fact that I actually do have the wings. I'm 'Rainbow Dash', but what had she been if she did not have her wings? A flightless pony isn't a Pegas?
Now as I think of it, I had actually chosen her, due to her wings. Maybe her attitude did go well with me, but in the end, it is the wings that caught me. Only now, I guess I'm stuck with them.
I had never realised, just what they were to be, while I sleep. Where do you hide a pair of wings, while sleeping? Yet, the design had been flawless. Just like her, I seem to have perfect control of the wings. Mostly, I just keep them folded behind my back. If I'm not needing them, but this far, I haven't.
Oh well, the breakfast is good. I guess I need a steady breakfast, to stay in shape, to stay on top, as it were?
Only most of the day, I had other duties? I had managed to walk thewalk, performing on the cat walk. It's not quite my part, but it's what I had been paid for. Then, I had been modeling for the casts, intended to produce dolls in my image, I guess I could live with it? Once they're all out of the way, I'm apparently free for the rest of the day.
How many poses are there? I had been doing them all day, just had a break, every so many hours, for the one meal, lunch, dinner, and such and so on.
Only at the end of the day, they had informed me, they had all the once they needed, and required. It had been hard work. Maybe mainly, because it wasn't my line of work in the first place. I'm a weather poni, not a model. I can gather or scatter clouds, create or dissipate winds of most all kinds in the book, creating rain, or make it stop, not to mention, the rainbow, and to top it, the rain boom. Now, that's exciting work, even if it is a challenge, even for me.
Maybe it is in part, why I enjoy it? Then again, on the other hoof, everyone stop, forced to look up in order to admire my work, once performed. Who wouldn't find this exciting?
As stated previously, it had been a hard day, filled with work, now the day is at an end. They had graciously prepared a room for me, for which I'm grateful. I need somewhere to sleep, but going home now, just isn't an option.
I had managed to find my way to the room on my own, then I noticed it is apparently the second room in the hall. The first room was marked 'Apple Jack', and the second is marked 'Rainbow Dash. That's apparently my room. I managed to open the door.
Once I had found the bed, which is just to the side of the door, just behind the bed stand, I walked right over. Slipping the quilt to the side before I lay down. Once I had pulled the quilt over myself and placed my head on the pillow, I fell asleep comfortably.
Rearity's Toy - Doll Factory
As I had finished the shoots, the hour is late and I'm tired. Good thing they had prepared a room for me, I guess. Ofcause, it prevented me from truly realise the changes. Just as it saved them the time, from repeating the entire process, all over again, the next day. Besides, I wouldn't have gotten as far, as desired.
The room did hold a bed. There is a night stand, on which I could place my clothes, the suit I'm wearing, even if it's just a pair of panties and a top?
I have a wardrobe, to the left of the room, with's the wall opposing the bed. Maybe I did not care too much for it? Though I felt fresh air flowing through the vents, that made up the entirety of the both sliding doors. The doors, following the entire length of the bed, which is some eight feet in length.
Beside the wardrobe I found another door, behind which the girl's room, or the mares room had been hidden. There is a shower, which I do find some fancy for. Only there is no toilet, for as far as my eyes could recognise.
The shower did not activate, directly as I entered the room, not just because I'm dressed, but then, I had stripped. On the tiled wall, there is no way of controlling the light, or the shower? Only now, I noticed, if I placed my hand on the tile on the wall, what was to play the part of the toilet slipped forth. I had only to step up, leaning against the wall, and I would have my orifices line up, and I could get the relief. I need to be nude in the room, but then, I seem to be a pony now. I actually found the contraption both convenient, and comfortable to use. Not just because it saved me time.
After I had stepped back, I placed my hand on the inner wall, and noticed the warm shower coming on, water flowing down from overhead, as if it had been raining? Later, as I felt fresh, and clean, the water simply ceased to flow, and a warm breeze dried me off, no need for the towels?
With that, I stepped out of the room, before I looked around, only to find the final detail, there is apparently a desk in my room. Not sure what I needed it for, right now.
I went back to the wardrobe, picking a fresh suit, for tomorrow. Then I placed it on my night stand, and dumped my old and used suit, into the wash bin, it was to be clean, for use, once more?
I had failed to realise, I could stay as 'Apple Jack, once polished. Then again, I had found the 'Cutie Mark' on my flank, while in the shower. I guess it had been hard to miss? I'm blond, with the same complexion of the old 'Apple Jack'. I guess I am to pass for her from now on. It is what I'm to play, it is who I'm playing. They apparently found me fitting the role?