A Suit; Extended

I had enjoyed the show Rarity had put up for us; the fashion on the catwalk, the Commedy put up by Pinkie Pie, as well as the music and dance put forth by the Rainbooms. Of course it had been expected, for her to draw strength from her close friends. Who would not?

At some point, I had noticed Sunset Shimmer standing behind a table by the stage; handing out samples or gifts, mainly crafted by Rarity. Though Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle had added their respective flairs to the gifts Sunset Shimmer is handing out.

I could only guess Rarity had asked her to hand out the gifts, while Pinkie Pie had been sheering her on, pointing out a few items and possibly even picking items for everyone. How typical of Pinkie Pie; to know you more intimately than even you yourself dared to hope, while putting in something for your joy, in order to make you smile.

“In order to make you smile!” I ponder, shivering at the implications promised.

I love to be happy and smile, even if I may be inclined not to smile all the time. To be made to smile, when I had no reason to smile is not a joyous prospect.

The music is so loud, I could easily hear it from the entire school. Of course I had been listening to several of their songs, watching them from the room; before I had walked up to Sunset Shimmer, where she stands and hands out the little gifts as a compliment to Rarity.

Once I had accepted the gift, I had walked out of the room, in order to examine the gift more closely. The dressing room had seemed the perfect place, due to the privacy it offers. Someone had even set up a secured perimeter for the has-met suit Rarity had had altered by Twilight Sparkle with the assistance of Pinkie Pie. A crazy intimate and intricate project, on their part.

As I enter the dressing room, it is empty and literally deserted. I guess I do not mind being alone in the room, even if it is the girls’ dressing room. Of course, it was chosen for being the dressing room. The privacy, and being separate from the room in which the boys change.

As I sit down in the far corner of the room, comfortably leaning against the wall, I open the package Sunset Shimmer had given me, examining exactly what is inside.

A curiously looking tiara; with what looks like a tapered, counterwise spiralled horn. Why does this remind me of the endgame of the battle of the bands? Either way, I slip the tiara onto my head and grin gleefully.

Aside from the tiara; I have what appears to be a top, a pair of panties and a pair of gloves. There is a contraption, looking curiously identical to the one over the door of the dressing room.

I pull my top up over my head, and step right out of my skirt, before I pull my shoes, socks and panties off of me. From there, I find myself stark naked; finally turning my attention towards the gift package Sunset Shimmer handed me, before I had walked out of the room.

I find a pair of hoof extensions, which I slip my feet right into, with some care not to get them on sideways. A curious looking top, matching the ensemble is included; so I pull it down over my head and give it a few tentative tugs, to make it fit just right. The top is feeling a bit tight, and gives me the impression of a push-up, even if it is not actually pushing up my breasts in the least. Finally, I slip my hands into the gloves, right and left. I step into the panties, and am done.

I pick up the lower half of the collar, stepping into it; seeing as the soap-bubble force-field envelop my body, only feeling a hint of a change as the suit slowly develops on my body, as I pull the black rubber all the way up to my neck, noting how it contracts to a tight fit. Now I pick up the second, upper half and pull it down over my head. The collar unites and seals the suit tightly and securely.

“Oh!” I just mumble, to myself.

I notice that the suit is forming a seamless skin over my body. I am a clear, silicon white, just slightly shinier than I had been before. Of course, I now have the metallic bloody red hooves; just as I had imagined, as I looked over the inventory of the gift.

I still have a horn, tapered and with a counterwise spiral in the very structure of it. I have metallic electric blue eye shadows and inch long glistering black eyelashes. My lips are smiling, nicely plump and in a matching blue. Good thing, I don’t want to be a copy or clone of Rarity; as nice and generous as she may be. Not even her fabulous style and crafty fashion would convince me.

At first, one may have found my hands untouched. I have matching red, inch long, semi square nails. I also have these pretty, pink; highly sensitive touch pads from just after the final joint to the finger and all the way up under the nail. What I had failed to notice, is the silicon white suction cup covering the space of the palm of the hand.

“Do I really need to put on my clothes?” I ponder, for a moment.

I end up stepping into my skirt, then pull the top down over my head. The rest is basically pointless. If I feel the urge, I can slip out of the two garments at any time.

Once the suit is sealed, I can only take it off; if I am within the perimeter of a safe room. For now, it is something I do not need to worry about; I can always find my way back to the dressing room, and I could install a safe room back at home too.

I leave my few remaining belongings in the room, as I walk over to the door, open and step right out, closing the door behind myself. My steps are sure and confident, leaving cute squeaking noises behind.

“Hiya!” Confetti Explocion exclaims, as she is standing by the open door to a small room.

“Hiya!” I respond, grinning back at her.

She is stepping to the side, and I follow her in without a thought. She is closing the door behind me.

“Focus!” she is pronouncing.

In my confusion, I may have gotten it all wrong; but there is a slight hint of a bright purple glow at the very tip of my horn. The tiny orb starts out at about an inch in diameter, then it grows hot and intensifies, flowing down the length of my horn, to about half an inch from my forehead.

“Oh!” I exclaim, in shock and surprise.

“Excellent, excellent! Now, focus your magic; channel it through your horn!” she explains.

As I focus, following her instruction to the best of my understanding and ability; the light is glowing brighter and brighter.

“That is hot!” I mumble; "Positively hot!” I ponder, as the glow keeps growing and intensifying.

“I think you have the hang of this!” she coos, while she is producing a clear, cooling gel.

“Oh?” I merely exclaim, working to manage and maintain my focus.

I notice how she is scoping up the thick gel with her right hand, before she is spreading it out onto my horn from the base and upwards; in a massage-like manner. Most of the gel merely coat the horn, while a little is actually absorbed by my horn. As she goes, I notice how my forehead is actually starting to feel just a little bit cooler.

She stops polishing my horn with the gel, giggling; as I watch her capping the container. She stands still, merely watching me in silence for a moment, before she is uncapping another can of clear gel.

“Just a nicely gloss gel for your hooves!” she explains, and I nod ascent.

“I hope that is not lubrication!” I ponder; as I find myself excited and wet all of a sudden, for some reason.

“I think I know, exactly what you need; when you look at me like that!” she promptly exclaims, giggling in excitement.

“I take my chances, fire away!” I mumble.

“Just one small detail, and I will fetch it for you!” she is promising.

“Okay!” I nod.

“Focus, on the magic and channel it through your horn!” she is inciting, distracting me from how she is moving me up to the wall on the right side of the room.

While within the suit, little to nothing is actually touching me. She is placing her hands on my hips, before sliding them backwards over my rump. While I do feel her hands even as her fingers slide inside my rear orifice; I am not consciously aware of it. She spread and dilate me just enough, to make the five inch plug slip in and plop comfortable. Once she lets go, I am utterly incapable of pulling myself free of the wall; which is exactly the way she had intended it, all along.

Without a word, or a single noise; she steps out of the room. While the light is turned off, I still fail to notice it; mainly due to the light of my horn glowing brightly