Over-Night Dress-Upby PonyessChaptersEquestrian Morning: 2The Initial Exploration: 3Breakfast: 4At Lemon's Place: 5One Thing Led to the Next: 6The Inevitable: 7The Deal: 1Equestrian Morning: 2I had seen the images. I knew what the changes would be, on the visual side. I had red the text on how to use the product, so I had a fair idea, as to what was to happen. Or so I thought. You never knew? I had just woken up, I'm still in my bed, nothing had changed about it. How would I expect that to happen? Would someone enter my room, during the night. I think the room is largely intact, just the way it was the other day. Just as my muzzle, and the panties and top I'm wearing is largely unchanged, for all I could say. The one thing sticking out is my hooves, I knew I have large sucker-cup hooves. I just can't deny it, I feel the effect enough not to deny them. Ofhorse I know it is Saturday morning. The clock is eight sharp, for all I could read. It all made perfect sense. With that final confirmation, I slipped the quilt off of my body. I could clearly see the top, on the top of my chest, just the way I knew it would be. I had put effort into putting the top on, the previous night. The twin cups, covering most of my orb-like jigglies, though I could clearly see my nibbles now, large as they are. I guess it felt a bit on the unexpected side, but I had merely woken up, so that tracks. The one difference, the top isn't just the flat and lifeless rubber it had been the day before, it is now a fluid glistering, slippery and sleek finish. Even if my nibbles did feel rough to the texture, which only teased me further. Looking down, I could clearly see the same changes to my panties. Just that instead of nibbles, my mound had grown fairly generous with the orchid on the top, looking inviting, by what I could see. I imagine I could actually reach it, and slip my finger in, just for the teaser of a test. I let the notion slip for me. At this point, I sat up, looking down at what had passed for my feet. In their place, my legs now end in a pair of the largest hooves I ever saw. I knew them to be sucker-cups. Consisting of a rubbery substance, both elastic and firm on the front, giving me unsurpassed traction, almost anywhere I was to set hoof. I guess it did excite me a bit. Curiously, the colour and hue of my hooves match the colour of my panties and top. I guess it had been expected. Just the same, my mane and tail matches the colour depicted in the package of the muzzle I had chosen to put on. Neon yellow, if I recall correctly? A similar vibrant and florescent as the panties I'm wearing. I had chosen these, because I enjoy them. For a mare of five feet in height, I could clearly see my now six inches wide hooves to be generous enough. I had chosen the gel, after some consideration. I had decided to enjoy myself, and by Celestia, I will. Thinking back, I did recall a warning, not to use the hoof gel on all fours, all by myself, since it would leave me stranded, in case I wanted to go back, to who and what I had been. The Initial Exploration: 3As I walked out the door of my bed room, I suddenly faced the calendar on the wall of my living room, but to my shock, I noticed the face of the month is none other, then Princess Luna herself. What a curious choice of calendar? Looking closer, I soon realised it wasn't one of the regular animations, this is the genuine deal, a restn photograph? I guess that set me back. How ever had I gotten my hoof on such a rare item of a calendar? Ofhorse, this is the Princess Luna, not Nightmare Moon, that's a reassuring revelation, I pondered. I did know Luna as a friendly Princess, as opposed to her alter Ego, aptly named 'Nightmare Moon'. Then it struck me, I'm hungry. I'm usually not all that hungry, at the time for breakfast, but I guess this is an exception? Then I found the latest edition of the Paper on the table behind the sofa, reading the name, 'Equestria Daily', which struck me as odd, even if it was from the day before, which is still Friday. If I am in Equestria, rather than in my old home where I had been sleeping, I guess the clues were starting to make sense? Even if I'm still just as hungry, if not more than I had been before, the feeling of actually being awake hit me. Detail by detail were lining up, in a sense that could only happen in the awaken world, never in any dream scape, as deliberate and detailed as they may be, to me. Then an idea popped into my head, not that it bothered me, but I felt like putting something casual on, before going out, for a breakfast, and 'Sugar-Cube Corner came to mind. I know I had had more than enough clothes to choose from, the day before as I went to bed, but how that would track into this world, as I look now? How much had my body changed, where, and in what directions? For now, I decided on that nothing, to very little had changed, borrowing the intended changes. I have hooves, so none of my socks or pants would fit. With my generous mound, I imagined none of the panties would fit, just as my old tops probably wouldn't either, the way my jigglies looks, not that I mind how they are. The choice is simple, I simply went back into my bed room, only to pull the door of the wardrobe up, in order to see what I had available. There wasn't as much as I thought I recalled I would have, but what I do have should still fit me in my current shape, for all I could see. It isn't a top but a vest, I guess that'd be fun. It had been crafter out of a shiny black silk, by the looks of it, which makes it quality as casual, at least in my book. I pulled it out, before I slip my right arm into the vest, before pulling my left arm back in order to continue. I soon did manage to slip my arm in, before I pulled it together, Funny, and I guess I giggled in a whinie kind of tone to it, as I clasped the vest together up front on my chest. I thought it looked classy, but who am I to say? I'm new here and have no idea how they'd view it, or me, as I wore it. What if wearing it as such made them laugh? Or if it wasn't quite as casual as I had imagined. I felt insecure, but chose to go with what I had chosen. Then I found what looks like a matching skirt. Both colour and material are identical, for all I could see, where I stand in my bed room, choosing clothes. I chose to assume they were seeing, what I saw. Their eye sight had to be identical? Just as their hearing would? If not, I may be in a silly to troublesome situation? I may try to slip back early, but I'm bound to stay till nightfall, and sleep the entire night here. Then I chose a saddle bag. I noticed that it isn't empty, and on checking realised it did counting a fair amount of bits, maybe these would be enough for a breakfast out? I'm only planning on staying for two days, so I could afford to take a few chances, unless this would have consequences on my economy back home? Only it would be too late to reconsider by then, in case I had ruined my economy here? Secure in that I could afford my breakfast I moved to the hall, naturally there is no footwear, no shoes of boots, but with hooves like mine, I guessed I had no needs for any of the likes. The key is in the door, I turned it, pulled it out and opened the door, before going out. Closing the door, slipping the key in on the outside, locking it and pulling it out, before walking towards the town. Breakfast: 4“Hiya!” Pinkie Pie squealed, as I entered the Sugar-Cube Corner. Naturally she was standing by the counter, as I arrived, as if somepony had told her, I was to come? Since I'm new, it was natural to her greeting me, not just into the small café, but to Ponyville as well. I guess I could go as far as to state it would have been unnatural for her, not to do it. From what I recall, it is her very purpose, right along with parties. Spreading joy is simply the same as Pinkie Pie. That had been my impression, for as long as I could remember. “Hiya, Pinkie!” I responded with a giggle on my voice, the mere sight of her mad me all giddy. I just couldn't help myself. But alas, why should I respond like this? Ofhorse I knew her. I knew her, just every other Pony in Ponyville. That is with good reason, since there could be no party, like a Pinkie Pie Party. I had recollections of partaking, I guess it made sense, but it is as if I had lived here for years? “I'm up for a steady breakfast!” I pointed out, she would know since it's her part to know. “Oh wait, it's the Cup-Cakes you're looking for? The once with Blue-Berry?” Pinkie pie pronounced. “Blue-Berry Cup-Cakes sound great. Delicious, as always!” I responded. “Here you go, the hoof-ful of my most delicious Blue-Berry Cup-Cakes, just for you!” she pointed out, as she slipped the treat over. I just red the prices and slipped the bits over, but to my surprise, I apparently had more left, then I had expected. I guess I had not taken into account where prices are right now. “I'll carry the tea in, to your table, in just a few minutes!” she simply announced, as I walked into the small room where the tables are standing, awaiting me. Walking into the room with the gentle and jolly clip clop in equine manner, though I am firmly on my hind quarters, I soon found a table by the window, looking cosy by my standards. While sitting down, I incidentally look up, and out, only to see a light pink mare with a brightly lemon yellow mane and tail, though I guess it had the hue of neon, in my eyes. Then something just clicked and I wave my hand at her, and she looked up, waving back, before stopping by. Then I noticed she was actually approaching the door and entered the café. Just as late as the other day, I would have referred to the colour of her, as skin tone, possibly a comparably fair complexion at that? Just as I would have recognised her, but today, I'm a mare and so is she. I could see her walk in the door, which I guess should have been no shock. Meanwhile, I hear the tea water boil, as Pinkie finished preparing for my breakfast, while I had my first bite of the Cup-Cake I had chosen. I had pulled the peel off of it, before I started chewing, since I did not like the paper in the food. I guess I had become more accustomed to my life here, then I should have expected. Almost as if I had lived here for years? “Cup-Cakes?” I heard the light pink mare utter. “I know, they're delicious, but it isn't your taste. I cater for every pony in the village of Ponyville. Baking and throwing parties, this is me, my place in life!” she responded, as she pulled out a small bag of pastries from under the counter. Then I hear the distinct sound of bits landing on the counter, before Pinkie Pie collected them and counted them, even though she apparently knew. It is Pinkie after all, what was I hoping for? The mare soon moved out, after she had been promised tea for her breakfast. I then hear the sound of her steps as the light mare moved into the room. Apparently she is a Pegasus, which is fine by me since I had no preferences, not in the name of others. Even if I may have one for my very self. As she entered the room, I soon noticed she had three lemon stars on her flank, and I realised she's Lemon Mane. I knew her from before. It isn't just from here, or an effect of being in Ponyville. Nothing about how I got here either. Just that I had not quite connected her name to her face until now, as I saw the mark. There is something else about her too. I just couldn't quite put a finger on it, until she approached my table, then sat down in the chair beside me. “Hiya, Cup-Cake!” she greeted me, just before she slammed her pastries on the table before her. “Hiya, Lemon Mane!” I responded, before taking a new bite out of my Cup-Cake. “Nice to see you here. I guess I should have expected to see you with these!” she then continued, pointing a hoof at my breakfast, as she indicated what I was having. “I'm as crazy in them, as Ditzy is in her Muffins!” I just responded, keeping the giggle down to a minimum. “Ah yeah. Her love for the Muffins is legendary. Isn't it?” she pointed out. “I guess you could say that!” I responded, as I look at her proportional fore hooves. Even if she is walking on her hind quarters, just like me. She apparently used the gel on her hands, just as she did on her feet? Doing so alone, means she is incapable of returning, but I guess I couldn't make a point out of it now. She may have chosen to, because she wanted to stay, for all I knew. Ofhorse, then Pinkie Pie came back with my tea, and thus interrupted me, as she filled my cup. “Thanks, Pinkie!” I uttered, just as she left me with the pot on the table before me. I could hear her tending the next customer, while the water was boiling. Then she came back, pouring tea for Lemon. “Thanks, Pinkie!” she bubbled over. Pinkie just nodded, just like before, as she left us alone to our conversation. Apparently Lemon managed to hold on to her cup, easily, as if she had years of experience, which may at first glance look odd, but then I realised, it had something to do with the effect of going here. I could clearly recall several such incidents. I should have been surprised, as Pinkie Pie hoofed me the Cup-Cakes, or the way she knew I was going to want them? The same goes for Lemon, who should have expected Pinkie not to know she was going to ask for the pastries as she entered the café? I then ate two of my Cup-Cakes in silence, while she munched happily on her breakfast. Is this really what ponies ate for breakfast? Yet, Pinkie was clearly making a living on it. Ponyville isn't a large metropolis, yet she was doing well for herself here. I may know she had never made the initial investment, the café did after all still belong to Mr. and Mr's Cake. “These are delicious!” Lemon pointed out, looking at her last piece of pastries. “Yeah, Pinkie Pie is truly good at this, even if I know, so are the Cakes!” I responded. “Maybe you would like to follow me home?” Lemon enquired. “Well, sure!” I just responded. Then we left the place, as we had enjoyed the last of the breakfast together. I guess I had never expected to see my old friend here, not under these circumstances? At Lemon's Place: 5I had never bothered to lock the door, why? I'm in Ponyville, there will never be a single pony entering my home without my explicit invitation. This much I knew with utter certainty. Not just because it had been stated in the show. There is the other memories, as if I had lived here for at least a year. I know most ponies here, not all, like Pinkie, but many. I had never been the party pony she is, and I never will be. That's not my place, even if I could enjoy the occasional party? Just as I do enjoy the company of a few good friends. Today, I had invited one such friend into my home since I met her at my breakfast at Pinkie Pie's, the Sugar-Cube Corner. Even if she isn't exactly owning the place, but she works there. “Nice of you to come over!” I said, as I sat down on the sofa. “Oh, no problems, Lemon. I'm just happy to see how you're doing, and how you live!” she responded. “I could go with that, I guess. In part, because I feel the same way. It feels as if it had been since forever since I saw you, or you came over. On the other hoof, since I moved in here and you did not, I can understand why you couldn't see me!” I pointed out. She had sat down beside me, then looked at the calendar with curious, large eyes, staring at the face of an Alicorn. The very same image she apparently had found as she woke up, before going to Pinkies place. “You know, it was the first time I saw the image, earlier in the morning. Is that image actually of her in the flesh?” she asked. “By the looks, yeah, it is. It isn't an illustration, even if I guess it could have been, but you don't mistake illustrations for photos here!” I stated, thoughtfully. Then I noticed her casting a glance at my hooves, the fore hooves that is. I guess I had noticed her casting intermittent glances to them, since I met her. I just paid no heed to it. Maybe I should ignore it, but it was cute and endearing to me. I just couldn't put a hoof to exactly how or why? Maybe it doesn't matter? I just feel and react the way I do. I guess it could be as simple as that. Then it hit me, she had her hands, as it were. I had never realised, or consider it at the time. I wanted the full immersion. It is how I think it had been, though I guess the overlapping memories may have confused me? I had not considered if I could go back, just the one trip to enjoy the ride. I certainly do enjoy it here. Then I felt a hand on my hoof, loser to her, but I just couldn't make myself protest. I didn't feel anything wrong in any way. It just felt normal to me. Feeling her fingers slide over the rubbery surface of the surface of my hoof. What came of as strange and unfamiliar, is how the smoothness of fingers on hoof feels. You may have expected the hoof less than sensitive, I guess I had to agree, until I was proven differently, by the experience I have now. Maybe it isn't as sensitive as certain other parts, but certainly more than I had expected, even if I had compared with how my hands had felt, before I came here. I never was one of the insensitive girls in the first place. Maybe this is part of the shock? Reading emotions on her face, almost as clear as if she spoke the words, but then I am the equine now, I'm a pony. Maybe I did not feel like going back? There clearly is excitement in her features, and the smile slowly spreading on her face as her ears perked up, and her eyes widened. There is little to no smile, in the old fashion, the way I swear I had been looking for, when I last saw her. Am I imagining her expression flicker slightly, as I look at her from the side? I wanted to look into her eyes, but held back. It isn't the time. Not right now. Later, maybe later. Yes, later, definitely. I wanted to say I was confused, but I knew better. I know what I feel, just as I clearly could see what she feels right now. For some reason, I am quite sure, she knows what I felt as well. She could see, just what I could see in her. I did not hold back on this level, it simply isn't in me. Not openly demonstrate my feeling now, would be just as bad as laying. From my situation, since I'm fully equine, even if I could walk upright, just like you do. One Thing Led to the Next: 6”You realise what you did, when you placed your hand on my hoof?” Lemon enquired in a curious manner, emotions slipping through. “Uh, didn't it feel good?” I responded, taken aback. I had expected it to feel the way it would, as I had a hand on hers, to her as well. I had felt very differently myself, the curiously turning into excitement. Not just knowing how the hoof felt under the touch of my fingers, but the connection, it was stronger than I had dared hope, if it had been what I was hoping. Some confusion prevented me from realisation, right now. Maybe it is irrelevant. I still feel, what I feel. Feeling the rubbery hoof tickled my senses, more than it teased my fingers. Yet, the reaction had been elicited initially, and it stuck to me, refused to let go. Not that I really refused it? It feels good, so my fingers lingered. Just the perfect smoothness, the elasticity of it all. I felt a blush heating my cheeks, even if it probably wasn't visible just yet, or was it? I refused to consider. Does an equine actually blush visibly anyway? “Maybe?” I just uttered in a slight and increasing slur at the very end. There was something more, and I wanted it. I knew it, and now I was bound to ask, unless she did the next move? Would she, or would she feel differently? I did not want to think this through, not follow the thought to the conclusion that could be there? Since she had no hands, just hooves, she couldn't make me feel how she felt. Even if I have my very own hind hooves, imagining they were the same, just larger, for the obvious reason. Ofhorse I have a mane of my own, but what's the excitement about it? It's a part of me, no more, and no less. I like how it looks, and it doesn't feel wrong touching it. The point is, I like myself. I guess I have always liked myself. Just that I can love someone else, in this case, this would be Lemon, by the looks of it. I moved slower and she responded in kind, rather than absently staying in the spot she was, or moving away. Even if she may have invited me in the first place? I guess I couldn't deny it. Just that the reaction only pulled me even closer. How was I to react on it? On the other rubbery hoof, from my current situation, as the equine I am now, there is but the one reaction, was this why she had moved closer? She had indicated that I'm not moving in the wrong direction. Naturally, I could react, only in the one way. What's the point of denying it, or myself? To protect her against the truth? There is no point. I lifted the free hand up towards her face, slowly placing it between her ears, on the top of her head, only to have her ears perk up. That's a positive yes. It is the only way I could see. What I feel is the silken hair of her mane under my fingers, just what I had hoped for, but it still sent a slight shiver down my spine in anticipation. This is about the time she slowly started to pull closer, in a kiss. I couldn't deny I was enjoying it. Slowly putting my hands on her cheeks, as I was returning the kiss, feeling warmth seeping, then she placed her free hoof on my chest, teasing the lower rim, just under the right jiglie. From there she moved her hoof up, upwards along my rubbery flesh, in an ever more teasing manner. Ofhorse I knew where her hoof was about to end up, still waiting for it, just to see how it would feel. I never had had it touched. Not here, and not as pony. The Inevitable: 7The kiss had woken me up. Not in that way. It isn't as if I had been sleeping. Just that I had realised something. I guess it may have been my hand on her hoof, and her hoof on the nibble? Either way, it took me aback. A positive shock, if you will. I could no longer hold back. I knew what I wanted, if only to make sure she wanted the same. I would have felt the bow, as hard as if she had planted her rear hooves in my belly, had she rejected me at this point. It would have been a devastating pain. Thankfully, I had been spared. I have a new day to live. She simply rubbed it in, rubbing my nibble with her hoof, setting me off spinning. I had no words for how it felt. The subtle touch of the underside of the hoof, gentle, rubbing in random circles, caressing most all of the nibble, not really squishing any of it.. left me in a breathless state, only craving more. There is no relief, and no escape. She had me trapped. There was but the one thing left for me to do, holding on for dear life. With that I placed my hands on her waist, holding on to her. Just feeling the lean, sleek flanks brought me closer, and into a more sustainable situation. Just feeling her in my hands, maybe it made it all more real? This way, I managed to create an emotional anchor to the situation, and to her. Maybe I should have avoided it, but by now that is way too late. I couldn't escape the moment, or the intensity of it. Just as the effects she had on me, on both the emotional and physical plane just pulled me in further. Letting go, in order to pull my hands off of her flank was hard, there was something making the palms of my hands stick to her skin, but without holding them in place, so I simply pushed my hands upwards, rather than struggling to pull them off, before moving upwards. A moment later, my hands had reached the sides of her jigglies, such as they are, covered in the top, almost identical to my very own. There was no escaping the sensation, or the feelings it slipped into my mind. I only slipped further into the trap, but I really did not want out. I wanted further in. My hands slowly come to a complete stop as my thumbs reach the lower edge of her jigglies, thus preventing me from moving them any further up. My fingers under her fore legs, such as she is before me now. I neither could, nor wanted to change anything about her. She is exactly the way I wanted her in the first place. For a long moment I just hold her close, before I pull her in for a kiss. My feelings compelled me to taste her in a more intimate way. Once I feel her lips press up towards mine I part my lips. She parted hers in kind, slowly licking my lips in a teasing and inviting manner, causing me to gasp I felt her pushing me further than I dared go, but I couldn't make myself stop. She merely incited me to do what she knew I wanted to do in the first place. Naturally I couldn't stop her now. Not now, not ever. At this point I realised that her taste intoxicated me and made me feel hot and desirable. Her slippery, soft tongue slowly exploring my lips and the emotions elicited by her touch. I imagined I was blushing a deep red, even if it most likely was more emotion than actual colour to my cheeks? I didn't know since I couldn't see, but I didn't care since it didn't matter. If she saw me blush would change nothing, even if I imagine it would excite her further. A subtle scent enveloped me, but I can barely make it out. If it originally affected me, but it would in the future, since it had linked up with the emotions and the feelings for her. As she broke of the kiss, the effects had already claimed me, we couldn't go back to how it had been between us before, but her change had already destroyed that possibility, so what's the use of denying what came over me. As she pulled the hoof back as she discontinued caressing my nibble, I still couldn't just pull my hands back. She slipped a step back as I pull my hands down to my sides. The bond between the two of us was secured. No turning back. I just lock back at her, into her eyes. Standing there for a moment that feels as if it had been forever. I still knew it was no more than an hour. The Deal: 1It's simple, I start with using the hand cream, or clear gel. Rubbing in as much as the skin of the palms of my hands could absorb, then wait for it to cure. That is the first step. Then I use the cream intended for my feet, refereed to, as the 'Hoof Gel', from my knees, all the way down, covering my entire feet and toes just as I had done with the palms of my hands. For the complete immersion, I ask my partner to help me, she'd then apply the hoof gel to my hands and arms, just as she would have with my legs and feet.. Exactly the way I had, if I liked to do it myself, but just with my feet, since the gel for my hands is incompatible with the hoof gel. Now I pick up a pair of panties, as is included in the package, not any panties would work, it had to be the once designed for the purpose. I had chosen the 'Extra High Cut', as opposed to the 'String' model. There are a few other cuts to choose from, but his was my choice. I slip them on, slipping a foot in at the time, then pulling them all the way up. Feeling the thick material tightly against my skin. They're skin tight, or a second skin. I had chosen a vibrant, florescent cerise. I like the clear colour. Cerise had been the one I picked up. From here, it is time to start with the top, or bra. That's two cups, matching my jigglies. They have a thickness exactly the same as the panties. The material is the same as well. I pressed the cups in place. I could choose to use the strap between my jigglies, or not, just as I could choose shoulder straps, or not. The come in a range from clear, to opaque, in convenient steps. I chose not to use them today. The final step is the muzzle, I just pressed it onto my face, covering the lower half, from just under my eyes, including my nose, all the way to the chin, which included my mouth, the lips now hidden. It conforms to my face, seamlessly I had to admit, I do enjoy how it all feels. Now I just need to sleep on it, but there is the one detail of immersion, the gel to spread along the rim of each garment. Since I'm along for this one test, I'm doing it myself, slowly drawing the line on the upper rim of the panties, then the right and left rim, towards my legs. Then I continue with the right and left rim of the cups, making up the top. It feels like just another clear gel, or lubricant. That's kind of curious in a creepy way, but I enjoy it, this far. Then I started to finish up, but drawing the line along the rim of the muzzle, thus sealing it in place. That's it, I'm done. I slip into the bed, pulling the quilt over me, and placed my head on the pillow. Shortly thereafter, I fell asleep. That concluded the day. Good thing it is a Friday, and I have the entire weekend off. No work until Monday morning. This leave me with two days to enjoy myself.
Equestrian Morning: 2I had seen the images. I knew what the changes would be, on the visual side. I had red the text on how to use the product, so I had a fair idea, as to what was to happen. Or so I thought. You never knew? I had just woken up, I'm still in my bed, nothing had changed about it. How would I expect that to happen? Would someone enter my room, during the night. I think the room is largely intact, just the way it was the other day. Just as my muzzle, and the panties and top I'm wearing is largely unchanged, for all I could say. The one thing sticking out is my hooves, I knew I have large sucker-cup hooves. I just can't deny it, I feel the effect enough not to deny them. Ofhorse I know it is Saturday morning. The clock is eight sharp, for all I could read. It all made perfect sense. With that final confirmation, I slipped the quilt off of my body. I could clearly see the top, on the top of my chest, just the way I knew it would be. I had put effort into putting the top on, the previous night. The twin cups, covering most of my orb-like jigglies, though I could clearly see my nibbles now, large as they are. I guess it felt a bit on the unexpected side, but I had merely woken up, so that tracks. The one difference, the top isn't just the flat and lifeless rubber it had been the day before, it is now a fluid glistering, slippery and sleek finish. Even if my nibbles did feel rough to the texture, which only teased me further. Looking down, I could clearly see the same changes to my panties. Just that instead of nibbles, my mound had grown fairly generous with the orchid on the top, looking inviting, by what I could see. I imagine I could actually reach it, and slip my finger in, just for the teaser of a test. I let the notion slip for me. At this point, I sat up, looking down at what had passed for my feet. In their place, my legs now end in a pair of the largest hooves I ever saw. I knew them to be sucker-cups. Consisting of a rubbery substance, both elastic and firm on the front, giving me unsurpassed traction, almost anywhere I was to set hoof. I guess it did excite me a bit. Curiously, the colour and hue of my hooves match the colour of my panties and top. I guess it had been expected. Just the same, my mane and tail matches the colour depicted in the package of the muzzle I had chosen to put on. Neon yellow, if I recall correctly? A similar vibrant and florescent as the panties I'm wearing. I had chosen these, because I enjoy them. For a mare of five feet in height, I could clearly see my now six inches wide hooves to be generous enough. I had chosen the gel, after some consideration. I had decided to enjoy myself, and by Celestia, I will. Thinking back, I did recall a warning, not to use the hoof gel on all fours, all by myself, since it would leave me stranded, in case I wanted to go back, to who and what I had been.
The Initial Exploration: 3As I walked out the door of my bed room, I suddenly faced the calendar on the wall of my living room, but to my shock, I noticed the face of the month is none other, then Princess Luna herself. What a curious choice of calendar? Looking closer, I soon realised it wasn't one of the regular animations, this is the genuine deal, a restn photograph? I guess that set me back. How ever had I gotten my hoof on such a rare item of a calendar? Ofhorse, this is the Princess Luna, not Nightmare Moon, that's a reassuring revelation, I pondered. I did know Luna as a friendly Princess, as opposed to her alter Ego, aptly named 'Nightmare Moon'. Then it struck me, I'm hungry. I'm usually not all that hungry, at the time for breakfast, but I guess this is an exception? Then I found the latest edition of the Paper on the table behind the sofa, reading the name, 'Equestria Daily', which struck me as odd, even if it was from the day before, which is still Friday. If I am in Equestria, rather than in my old home where I had been sleeping, I guess the clues were starting to make sense? Even if I'm still just as hungry, if not more than I had been before, the feeling of actually being awake hit me. Detail by detail were lining up, in a sense that could only happen in the awaken world, never in any dream scape, as deliberate and detailed as they may be, to me. Then an idea popped into my head, not that it bothered me, but I felt like putting something casual on, before going out, for a breakfast, and 'Sugar-Cube Corner came to mind. I know I had had more than enough clothes to choose from, the day before as I went to bed, but how that would track into this world, as I look now? How much had my body changed, where, and in what directions? For now, I decided on that nothing, to very little had changed, borrowing the intended changes. I have hooves, so none of my socks or pants would fit. With my generous mound, I imagined none of the panties would fit, just as my old tops probably wouldn't either, the way my jigglies looks, not that I mind how they are. The choice is simple, I simply went back into my bed room, only to pull the door of the wardrobe up, in order to see what I had available. There wasn't as much as I thought I recalled I would have, but what I do have should still fit me in my current shape, for all I could see. It isn't a top but a vest, I guess that'd be fun. It had been crafter out of a shiny black silk, by the looks of it, which makes it quality as casual, at least in my book. I pulled it out, before I slip my right arm into the vest, before pulling my left arm back in order to continue. I soon did manage to slip my arm in, before I pulled it together, Funny, and I guess I giggled in a whinie kind of tone to it, as I clasped the vest together up front on my chest. I thought it looked classy, but who am I to say? I'm new here and have no idea how they'd view it, or me, as I wore it. What if wearing it as such made them laugh? Or if it wasn't quite as casual as I had imagined. I felt insecure, but chose to go with what I had chosen. Then I found what looks like a matching skirt. Both colour and material are identical, for all I could see, where I stand in my bed room, choosing clothes. I chose to assume they were seeing, what I saw. Their eye sight had to be identical? Just as their hearing would? If not, I may be in a silly to troublesome situation? I may try to slip back early, but I'm bound to stay till nightfall, and sleep the entire night here. Then I chose a saddle bag. I noticed that it isn't empty, and on checking realised it did counting a fair amount of bits, maybe these would be enough for a breakfast out? I'm only planning on staying for two days, so I could afford to take a few chances, unless this would have consequences on my economy back home? Only it would be too late to reconsider by then, in case I had ruined my economy here? Secure in that I could afford my breakfast I moved to the hall, naturally there is no footwear, no shoes of boots, but with hooves like mine, I guessed I had no needs for any of the likes. The key is in the door, I turned it, pulled it out and opened the door, before going out. Closing the door, slipping the key in on the outside, locking it and pulling it out, before walking towards the town.
Breakfast: 4“Hiya!” Pinkie Pie squealed, as I entered the Sugar-Cube Corner. Naturally she was standing by the counter, as I arrived, as if somepony had told her, I was to come? Since I'm new, it was natural to her greeting me, not just into the small café, but to Ponyville as well. I guess I could go as far as to state it would have been unnatural for her, not to do it. From what I recall, it is her very purpose, right along with parties. Spreading joy is simply the same as Pinkie Pie. That had been my impression, for as long as I could remember. “Hiya, Pinkie!” I responded with a giggle on my voice, the mere sight of her mad me all giddy. I just couldn't help myself. But alas, why should I respond like this? Ofhorse I knew her. I knew her, just every other Pony in Ponyville. That is with good reason, since there could be no party, like a Pinkie Pie Party. I had recollections of partaking, I guess it made sense, but it is as if I had lived here for years? “I'm up for a steady breakfast!” I pointed out, she would know since it's her part to know. “Oh wait, it's the Cup-Cakes you're looking for? The once with Blue-Berry?” Pinkie pie pronounced. “Blue-Berry Cup-Cakes sound great. Delicious, as always!” I responded. “Here you go, the hoof-ful of my most delicious Blue-Berry Cup-Cakes, just for you!” she pointed out, as she slipped the treat over. I just red the prices and slipped the bits over, but to my surprise, I apparently had more left, then I had expected. I guess I had not taken into account where prices are right now. “I'll carry the tea in, to your table, in just a few minutes!” she simply announced, as I walked into the small room where the tables are standing, awaiting me. Walking into the room with the gentle and jolly clip clop in equine manner, though I am firmly on my hind quarters, I soon found a table by the window, looking cosy by my standards. While sitting down, I incidentally look up, and out, only to see a light pink mare with a brightly lemon yellow mane and tail, though I guess it had the hue of neon, in my eyes. Then something just clicked and I wave my hand at her, and she looked up, waving back, before stopping by. Then I noticed she was actually approaching the door and entered the café. Just as late as the other day, I would have referred to the colour of her, as skin tone, possibly a comparably fair complexion at that? Just as I would have recognised her, but today, I'm a mare and so is she. I could see her walk in the door, which I guess should have been no shock. Meanwhile, I hear the tea water boil, as Pinkie finished preparing for my breakfast, while I had my first bite of the Cup-Cake I had chosen. I had pulled the peel off of it, before I started chewing, since I did not like the paper in the food. I guess I had become more accustomed to my life here, then I should have expected. Almost as if I had lived here for years? “Cup-Cakes?” I heard the light pink mare utter. “I know, they're delicious, but it isn't your taste. I cater for every pony in the village of Ponyville. Baking and throwing parties, this is me, my place in life!” she responded, as she pulled out a small bag of pastries from under the counter. Then I hear the distinct sound of bits landing on the counter, before Pinkie Pie collected them and counted them, even though she apparently knew. It is Pinkie after all, what was I hoping for? The mare soon moved out, after she had been promised tea for her breakfast. I then hear the sound of her steps as the light mare moved into the room. Apparently she is a Pegasus, which is fine by me since I had no preferences, not in the name of others. Even if I may have one for my very self. As she entered the room, I soon noticed she had three lemon stars on her flank, and I realised she's Lemon Mane. I knew her from before. It isn't just from here, or an effect of being in Ponyville. Nothing about how I got here either. Just that I had not quite connected her name to her face until now, as I saw the mark. There is something else about her too. I just couldn't quite put a finger on it, until she approached my table, then sat down in the chair beside me. “Hiya, Cup-Cake!” she greeted me, just before she slammed her pastries on the table before her. “Hiya, Lemon Mane!” I responded, before taking a new bite out of my Cup-Cake. “Nice to see you here. I guess I should have expected to see you with these!” she then continued, pointing a hoof at my breakfast, as she indicated what I was having. “I'm as crazy in them, as Ditzy is in her Muffins!” I just responded, keeping the giggle down to a minimum. “Ah yeah. Her love for the Muffins is legendary. Isn't it?” she pointed out. “I guess you could say that!” I responded, as I look at her proportional fore hooves. Even if she is walking on her hind quarters, just like me. She apparently used the gel on her hands, just as she did on her feet? Doing so alone, means she is incapable of returning, but I guess I couldn't make a point out of it now. She may have chosen to, because she wanted to stay, for all I knew. Ofhorse, then Pinkie Pie came back with my tea, and thus interrupted me, as she filled my cup. “Thanks, Pinkie!” I uttered, just as she left me with the pot on the table before me. I could hear her tending the next customer, while the water was boiling. Then she came back, pouring tea for Lemon. “Thanks, Pinkie!” she bubbled over. Pinkie just nodded, just like before, as she left us alone to our conversation. Apparently Lemon managed to hold on to her cup, easily, as if she had years of experience, which may at first glance look odd, but then I realised, it had something to do with the effect of going here. I could clearly recall several such incidents. I should have been surprised, as Pinkie Pie hoofed me the Cup-Cakes, or the way she knew I was going to want them? The same goes for Lemon, who should have expected Pinkie not to know she was going to ask for the pastries as she entered the café? I then ate two of my Cup-Cakes in silence, while she munched happily on her breakfast. Is this really what ponies ate for breakfast? Yet, Pinkie was clearly making a living on it. Ponyville isn't a large metropolis, yet she was doing well for herself here. I may know she had never made the initial investment, the café did after all still belong to Mr. and Mr's Cake. “These are delicious!” Lemon pointed out, looking at her last piece of pastries. “Yeah, Pinkie Pie is truly good at this, even if I know, so are the Cakes!” I responded. “Maybe you would like to follow me home?” Lemon enquired. “Well, sure!” I just responded. Then we left the place, as we had enjoyed the last of the breakfast together. I guess I had never expected to see my old friend here, not under these circumstances?
At Lemon's Place: 5I had never bothered to lock the door, why? I'm in Ponyville, there will never be a single pony entering my home without my explicit invitation. This much I knew with utter certainty. Not just because it had been stated in the show. There is the other memories, as if I had lived here for at least a year. I know most ponies here, not all, like Pinkie, but many. I had never been the party pony she is, and I never will be. That's not my place, even if I could enjoy the occasional party? Just as I do enjoy the company of a few good friends. Today, I had invited one such friend into my home since I met her at my breakfast at Pinkie Pie's, the Sugar-Cube Corner. Even if she isn't exactly owning the place, but she works there. “Nice of you to come over!” I said, as I sat down on the sofa. “Oh, no problems, Lemon. I'm just happy to see how you're doing, and how you live!” she responded. “I could go with that, I guess. In part, because I feel the same way. It feels as if it had been since forever since I saw you, or you came over. On the other hoof, since I moved in here and you did not, I can understand why you couldn't see me!” I pointed out. She had sat down beside me, then looked at the calendar with curious, large eyes, staring at the face of an Alicorn. The very same image she apparently had found as she woke up, before going to Pinkies place. “You know, it was the first time I saw the image, earlier in the morning. Is that image actually of her in the flesh?” she asked. “By the looks, yeah, it is. It isn't an illustration, even if I guess it could have been, but you don't mistake illustrations for photos here!” I stated, thoughtfully. Then I noticed her casting a glance at my hooves, the fore hooves that is. I guess I had noticed her casting intermittent glances to them, since I met her. I just paid no heed to it. Maybe I should ignore it, but it was cute and endearing to me. I just couldn't put a hoof to exactly how or why? Maybe it doesn't matter? I just feel and react the way I do. I guess it could be as simple as that. Then it hit me, she had her hands, as it were. I had never realised, or consider it at the time. I wanted the full immersion. It is how I think it had been, though I guess the overlapping memories may have confused me? I had not considered if I could go back, just the one trip to enjoy the ride. I certainly do enjoy it here. Then I felt a hand on my hoof, loser to her, but I just couldn't make myself protest. I didn't feel anything wrong in any way. It just felt normal to me. Feeling her fingers slide over the rubbery surface of the surface of my hoof. What came of as strange and unfamiliar, is how the smoothness of fingers on hoof feels. You may have expected the hoof less than sensitive, I guess I had to agree, until I was proven differently, by the experience I have now. Maybe it isn't as sensitive as certain other parts, but certainly more than I had expected, even if I had compared with how my hands had felt, before I came here. I never was one of the insensitive girls in the first place. Maybe this is part of the shock? Reading emotions on her face, almost as clear as if she spoke the words, but then I am the equine now, I'm a pony. Maybe I did not feel like going back? There clearly is excitement in her features, and the smile slowly spreading on her face as her ears perked up, and her eyes widened. There is little to no smile, in the old fashion, the way I swear I had been looking for, when I last saw her. Am I imagining her expression flicker slightly, as I look at her from the side? I wanted to look into her eyes, but held back. It isn't the time. Not right now. Later, maybe later. Yes, later, definitely. I wanted to say I was confused, but I knew better. I know what I feel, just as I clearly could see what she feels right now. For some reason, I am quite sure, she knows what I felt as well. She could see, just what I could see in her. I did not hold back on this level, it simply isn't in me. Not openly demonstrate my feeling now, would be just as bad as laying. From my situation, since I'm fully equine, even if I could walk upright, just like you do.
One Thing Led to the Next: 6”You realise what you did, when you placed your hand on my hoof?” Lemon enquired in a curious manner, emotions slipping through. “Uh, didn't it feel good?” I responded, taken aback. I had expected it to feel the way it would, as I had a hand on hers, to her as well. I had felt very differently myself, the curiously turning into excitement. Not just knowing how the hoof felt under the touch of my fingers, but the connection, it was stronger than I had dared hope, if it had been what I was hoping. Some confusion prevented me from realisation, right now. Maybe it is irrelevant. I still feel, what I feel. Feeling the rubbery hoof tickled my senses, more than it teased my fingers. Yet, the reaction had been elicited initially, and it stuck to me, refused to let go. Not that I really refused it? It feels good, so my fingers lingered. Just the perfect smoothness, the elasticity of it all. I felt a blush heating my cheeks, even if it probably wasn't visible just yet, or was it? I refused to consider. Does an equine actually blush visibly anyway? “Maybe?” I just uttered in a slight and increasing slur at the very end. There was something more, and I wanted it. I knew it, and now I was bound to ask, unless she did the next move? Would she, or would she feel differently? I did not want to think this through, not follow the thought to the conclusion that could be there? Since she had no hands, just hooves, she couldn't make me feel how she felt. Even if I have my very own hind hooves, imagining they were the same, just larger, for the obvious reason. Ofhorse I have a mane of my own, but what's the excitement about it? It's a part of me, no more, and no less. I like how it looks, and it doesn't feel wrong touching it. The point is, I like myself. I guess I have always liked myself. Just that I can love someone else, in this case, this would be Lemon, by the looks of it. I moved slower and she responded in kind, rather than absently staying in the spot she was, or moving away. Even if she may have invited me in the first place? I guess I couldn't deny it. Just that the reaction only pulled me even closer. How was I to react on it? On the other rubbery hoof, from my current situation, as the equine I am now, there is but the one reaction, was this why she had moved closer? She had indicated that I'm not moving in the wrong direction. Naturally, I could react, only in the one way. What's the point of denying it, or myself? To protect her against the truth? There is no point. I lifted the free hand up towards her face, slowly placing it between her ears, on the top of her head, only to have her ears perk up. That's a positive yes. It is the only way I could see. What I feel is the silken hair of her mane under my fingers, just what I had hoped for, but it still sent a slight shiver down my spine in anticipation. This is about the time she slowly started to pull closer, in a kiss. I couldn't deny I was enjoying it. Slowly putting my hands on her cheeks, as I was returning the kiss, feeling warmth seeping, then she placed her free hoof on my chest, teasing the lower rim, just under the right jiglie. From there she moved her hoof up, upwards along my rubbery flesh, in an ever more teasing manner. Ofhorse I knew where her hoof was about to end up, still waiting for it, just to see how it would feel. I never had had it touched. Not here, and not as pony.
The Inevitable: 7The kiss had woken me up. Not in that way. It isn't as if I had been sleeping. Just that I had realised something. I guess it may have been my hand on her hoof, and her hoof on the nibble? Either way, it took me aback. A positive shock, if you will. I could no longer hold back. I knew what I wanted, if only to make sure she wanted the same. I would have felt the bow, as hard as if she had planted her rear hooves in my belly, had she rejected me at this point. It would have been a devastating pain. Thankfully, I had been spared. I have a new day to live. She simply rubbed it in, rubbing my nibble with her hoof, setting me off spinning. I had no words for how it felt. The subtle touch of the underside of the hoof, gentle, rubbing in random circles, caressing most all of the nibble, not really squishing any of it.. left me in a breathless state, only craving more. There is no relief, and no escape. She had me trapped. There was but the one thing left for me to do, holding on for dear life. With that I placed my hands on her waist, holding on to her. Just feeling the lean, sleek flanks brought me closer, and into a more sustainable situation. Just feeling her in my hands, maybe it made it all more real? This way, I managed to create an emotional anchor to the situation, and to her. Maybe I should have avoided it, but by now that is way too late. I couldn't escape the moment, or the intensity of it. Just as the effects she had on me, on both the emotional and physical plane just pulled me in further. Letting go, in order to pull my hands off of her flank was hard, there was something making the palms of my hands stick to her skin, but without holding them in place, so I simply pushed my hands upwards, rather than struggling to pull them off, before moving upwards. A moment later, my hands had reached the sides of her jigglies, such as they are, covered in the top, almost identical to my very own. There was no escaping the sensation, or the feelings it slipped into my mind. I only slipped further into the trap, but I really did not want out. I wanted further in. My hands slowly come to a complete stop as my thumbs reach the lower edge of her jigglies, thus preventing me from moving them any further up. My fingers under her fore legs, such as she is before me now. I neither could, nor wanted to change anything about her. She is exactly the way I wanted her in the first place. For a long moment I just hold her close, before I pull her in for a kiss. My feelings compelled me to taste her in a more intimate way. Once I feel her lips press up towards mine I part my lips. She parted hers in kind, slowly licking my lips in a teasing and inviting manner, causing me to gasp I felt her pushing me further than I dared go, but I couldn't make myself stop. She merely incited me to do what she knew I wanted to do in the first place. Naturally I couldn't stop her now. Not now, not ever. At this point I realised that her taste intoxicated me and made me feel hot and desirable. Her slippery, soft tongue slowly exploring my lips and the emotions elicited by her touch. I imagined I was blushing a deep red, even if it most likely was more emotion than actual colour to my cheeks? I didn't know since I couldn't see, but I didn't care since it didn't matter. If she saw me blush would change nothing, even if I imagine it would excite her further. A subtle scent enveloped me, but I can barely make it out. If it originally affected me, but it would in the future, since it had linked up with the emotions and the feelings for her. As she broke of the kiss, the effects had already claimed me, we couldn't go back to how it had been between us before, but her change had already destroyed that possibility, so what's the use of denying what came over me. As she pulled the hoof back as she discontinued caressing my nibble, I still couldn't just pull my hands back. She slipped a step back as I pull my hands down to my sides. The bond between the two of us was secured. No turning back. I just lock back at her, into her eyes. Standing there for a moment that feels as if it had been forever. I still knew it was no more than an hour.
The Deal: 1It's simple, I start with using the hand cream, or clear gel. Rubbing in as much as the skin of the palms of my hands could absorb, then wait for it to cure. That is the first step. Then I use the cream intended for my feet, refereed to, as the 'Hoof Gel', from my knees, all the way down, covering my entire feet and toes just as I had done with the palms of my hands. For the complete immersion, I ask my partner to help me, she'd then apply the hoof gel to my hands and arms, just as she would have with my legs and feet.. Exactly the way I had, if I liked to do it myself, but just with my feet, since the gel for my hands is incompatible with the hoof gel. Now I pick up a pair of panties, as is included in the package, not any panties would work, it had to be the once designed for the purpose. I had chosen the 'Extra High Cut', as opposed to the 'String' model. There are a few other cuts to choose from, but his was my choice. I slip them on, slipping a foot in at the time, then pulling them all the way up. Feeling the thick material tightly against my skin. They're skin tight, or a second skin. I had chosen a vibrant, florescent cerise. I like the clear colour. Cerise had been the one I picked up. From here, it is time to start with the top, or bra. That's two cups, matching my jigglies. They have a thickness exactly the same as the panties. The material is the same as well. I pressed the cups in place. I could choose to use the strap between my jigglies, or not, just as I could choose shoulder straps, or not. The come in a range from clear, to opaque, in convenient steps. I chose not to use them today. The final step is the muzzle, I just pressed it onto my face, covering the lower half, from just under my eyes, including my nose, all the way to the chin, which included my mouth, the lips now hidden. It conforms to my face, seamlessly I had to admit, I do enjoy how it all feels. Now I just need to sleep on it, but there is the one detail of immersion, the gel to spread along the rim of each garment. Since I'm along for this one test, I'm doing it myself, slowly drawing the line on the upper rim of the panties, then the right and left rim, towards my legs. Then I continue with the right and left rim of the cups, making up the top. It feels like just another clear gel, or lubricant. That's kind of curious in a creepy way, but I enjoy it, this far. Then I started to finish up, but drawing the line along the rim of the muzzle, thus sealing it in place. That's it, I'm done. I slip into the bed, pulling the quilt over me, and placed my head on the pillow. Shortly thereafter, I fell asleep. That concluded the day. Good thing it is a Friday, and I have the entire weekend off. No work until Monday morning. This leave me with two days to enjoy myself.
