Author's Note

Vinyl's Glow's POV

A Hot Suit: 6

”I need something hot to wear. For when it is cold outside, and for when I need to feel special!” I pointed out.

“Then you have come to the right place, dear Cool Blitz, I do craft the hottest of suits and items as well!” she responded, indicating for me to place my hoof on the right shoulder of the mannequin, so that we could get going.

I simply place the hoof on the indicated spot, considering the details of my request, the order I was about to place, in order for her to craft it for me. A day’s wait for her work is a small price, all considered, when it all came down to it.

“I need a full body suit out of thick, yet elastic rubber. Then I would also need a full set of these delicious boots!” I started out, looking at the mannequin as the colours spread out over the object on which my hoof is currently planted.

As my hoof hit the surface, I could see the colours shift, and the body taking on all my characteristics; from the light to icy white coat, to the fiery yellow to orange mane and tail, and even down to how I carried myself. I knew it would even imitate my deep blue eyes and facial expression, down to the more private details. Perfection down to the very last detail.

“Is the glistering deep black or the bloody red your colour of choice for the suit?” she returned as an inquiry.

“Yes, these would be delightfully hot!” I responded.

“Maybe with a thin line of white as highlight decor?” I then added as an afterthought.

“Knowing you, you wish for that special new magical sipper and the private details?” she responded.

“When you put it like that, is it possible to have a matching face mask to go with these suits as well?” I responded, nodding fervently in ascent towards the question, looking at the mannequin; seeing how it emphasised the details of what we were talking off.

“Certainly. Now you are getting a truly hot suit for any and all your exploits, such as you described them to me before!” she pointed out, making a lustful lick along her lips.

“Yeah, now they are starting to look very hot, if I am permitted to say so myself. The suit could make use of a nice medium sized rear plug, just for good measure, and a sipper for the boots. Oh, wait, if you give the mas a sipper up under my chin and the ensemble should be complete; I think!” she committed.

“Then you will have it. You can pick them up by tomorrow at lunch!” I suggested.

“Then I will be here by lunchtime tomorrow. Great. You are the best!” she exclaimed as she slowly filed towards the exit.

In this business, the details is everything, and you learn to pick up on what your customer says, matching it with what you know of them before hoof.

In this case, Cool Blitz. Cool is to be open to all the excitement, not to me in the clouds and unreachable. Adding plugs is making a point out of being available, while feeling open. It isn’t making her feel particularly vulnerable. How or why, I have not asked her. If she told me, I would have known. I make a point out of knowing everything I need to know about every Pony who enters my workshop in search of the one elusive suit.

Considering the kind of fashion I profess and the suits I craft, I know them intimately in ways most Ponies have no inkling off. Most probably don’t even want to know. I create the suits they love wearing, ponying around in, playing in, or in general showing off in. Maybe this isn’t the high fashion for a catwalk, but it certainly is as intimate and comforting as you ask me to make it. For you, and whom ever you choose to share yourself with, while wearing these ensembles.

Adding the strips of the black rubber one by one, fusing them with the magical beam from my horn. Of course the special sipper required had been placed on the back first, reaching from the mane, all the way down along the spine to the tail. It is what she asked for, and what she will be excited about wearing. Thus it is what I create for her.

Making the rubber follow her contours, touching her entire body and inches down her legs in the manner she asked for. Adding the final effect, the highlight in the colour of her coat, as to make it impossible to see exactly where the suit blends in with the coat of the mare wearing it. I find this curiously hot and enticing.

Crafting her boots, with the asked for sipper on the back of each. Making her hooves look as if they had been moulded out of the black rubber, while the part reaching up along her legs is the same colour as her coat.

Slipping the next sipper in under her chin, before adding strip by strip. fusing the rubber until it makes up the full face mask she is looking forwards to wear. A full mask will cover her eyes with clear rubber as well. Keeping her warm in winter, just as it will complete the sense of her being utterly hot indoors. None of her coat will be showing, just the glistering thick rubber. Adding the highlights where they are masking the line towards her natural coat.

Now I employ more rubber, making the plugs take shape within the cavities of the mannequin before me. I permit it to maintain her likeness, for as long as the order is in effect. Just in case something goes wrong; that is void, only after she had safely picked up her order, unless worst came to worst; if she had perished before she could pick up her order. Thankfully, this has never happened to me. All customers have picked up their orders and paid for them. Grinning excitedly as they enter the Boutique, smiling happily while they pay, still excited while they leave.

Making a second ensemble is a breeze, I have already created the black suit for Cool Blitz, I simply does the same all over, but now with the red rubber she had asked of me. Step by step, I retrace the process. Leaving nothing to chance. Unzipping each of her highly desired and desirable garments as I completed the ensemble. First in order to be able to create the second, and one more as that is completed. First now I can afford a moment to relax and take that deep breath.

Of course, a cup of tea would be just right, in this point of time. Thus scurrying out and into that small kitchen. Heating the water and pouring it into the cup. Seeing the leaves lending colour and flavour to the water, thus turning it into the hotly desired brew one would refer to as Tea.

The scent alone washing the worries and stress out of my face. Waiting for the brew to be just right. Pulling the leaves out of the still scolding brew. Blowing air over the surface, feeling the heat drain from the contents within the small porcelain cup. Just waiting for the instant the tea is ready to drink. Taking the first sip as it passed below the point, when it is no longer hurting to feel the liquid slip over the tongue.

A cup of tea is always the ideal way to relax, to make a point out of the small pause in my work. A pause, just long enough to have the one cup of tea, nothing more, and nothing fancy.

Of course, if I have no order to work on, and am not doing any other important task, I could be found in the kitchen, or on the floor by the mannequins.

Sometimes, I do take a cup a tea with the customer, all depending on thier preferences and how much time we have on our hooves. Besides, it is a much appreciated service to offer a cup of tea as well.

Naturally, I try to keep my booking as I finish a specific order. If I can’t, I do that before I close up, it isn’t good to leave it overnight, even if it may feel easier to do it in the morning.

As I finish my cup of tea, I move to the next room, my private office, from where I do all my booking and paperwork. Filling in the details of the latest order. Since I had completed the ensembles, I can even put the figures for the use of materials, thus keeping track of how much I have on stock. I do not need to send of an order on materials today, thankfully.

As much as I love having my stocks filled, I don’t need to replace it instantly, unless I have used up an entire item, such as a package of sippers, or a bolt of rubber sheet.

With the paperwork out of the way, I can return to the kitchen. It is commonly the most comfortable place to wait, anyways.