A Suit; Extended

”You can only take of the suit, in a room that is declared safe from any contamination!” the girl explains.

“Oh yeah, this was originally a has-met suit!” I respond.

“I left a little gift for you, together with the device that will permit you to break the seal of your suit!” she is adding.

“Thank you!” I exclaim.

“Of course, the dressing rooms by the gymnasium is also declared safe, in part due to the fact that you are supposed to change into the gym suit there already!” she points out.

“I should probably check that out, right away!” I excuse myself, knowing she is easily found; “How does she know exactly how to turn me on?” I ponder, as I am stepping out of the small room.

“Sounds about right!” she is agreeing, as she is heading off in the other direction, in search for another girl to attend to.

I walk back to the room, where Rarity was demonstrating the suit, before; she is still there, and Sunset Shimmer is still handing out suits. Of course I knew, Rarity had always been one to thrive in the limelight; and Sunset Shimmer had found her place with her new friends, helping out every time she could. I don’t complain, the school had been much nicer; since the day Twilight Sparkle pushed her off of the stage.

“She told me, she left a little gift for me; I bet she meant to look for it in my locker!” I ponder, as I continue towards the lockers.

Oh, wait; if she is with Pinkie Pie, Pinkie Pie knows everything!” I ponder, on my way back to the lockers.

I still hear the squeaking noises my hooves are making, as I walk. I guess I could not escape it; I can get used to it, and it will slowly fade out of mind. It isn’t as if it is bothering me, I quite like it.

Once I had considered Pinkie Pie in the picture; it is no shock, to see the box in my locker. Pinkie Pie always knows everything, it is as if she had even written the manuscript for everything here. As absurd as that notion may sound, but how does one explain away all these little things?

There is a small box with a red light on the front. There is a cable and an item that looks as if it had been intended to cushion the thud from when you close the door.

“Is that how I am supposed to isolate the room in which to slip out of this suit?” I ponder, finding it a bit too simple.

There is a pair of panties, looking all but identical to the once I wear under the suit, too. Aside from this, I have a suction-pump, the tubing and cups for what she had in mind for me. Not sure why, but it sparked a thought in my head.

“Lactation?” I ponder, feeling my cheeks grow red and hot.

I can’t help, but blush; as I am excited by the mere thought of the item before me. While I had never truly found the lactation interesting before; but the girl Pinkie Pie must have urged to find me, had seeded the fetish into my subconscious. I dare not challenge it. What is the harm, in just trying it out; just to see how it feels and if it is actually as enjoyable as I had been led to think.

People have been challenging Pinkie Pie; only to slip out of the room, with the tail behind their legs in embarrassment.

“If Pinkie Pie’s aid think I will enjoy the gift, who am I to question it, before I even try it?” I ponder.
It is not as if the items should be dangerous in the least; she would never have given it to me, with the hopes or even the slightest suspicion that it could hurt me.

“I need to examine these items, and I need to see that I can take the suit of!” I ponder; walking towards the dressing room, in a measured gait.

Of course, there is no need to hurry; I am perfectly safe in the suit. Besides, I have the impression; that I should be able to make it in the suit, until I get home.

As I reach the hall, I notice a small plastic looking box over the door of each of the dressing rooms. There is a green light on the front of the box, which I assume is indicating that the inside is clear and clean for my purpose.

I open the door, finding none inside. I imagine it would make no difference; if I am alone, or if another girl had been in the room. This is the girls’ dressing room; so girls are supposed to change into, or out of the suit in here.

Stepping in, I soon notice a similar looking plastic box, over the door in the room. The light is red; indicating that my suit will not open outside, but should accept me breaking the seal inside the room. At least, as long as that door is closed.

Once inside, I close the door behind me with a sigh.

Everything is quiet and familiar. Nothing is out of place, as if none had been here since forever. Of course, there is no sign of anyone having being here; this is but an empty room.

I step over the bench by the door and walk into the room, turning by the lockers and continue to the inner corner. Out of sight and out of mind.

leaning back against the wall, pressing my back against the smooth and cold wall; standing still and quiet for a moment, before I lift my hands up to the black collar around my neck. Fumbling as I explore the smooth black, glistering rubber.

“I have time, I am alone and none will distract or disturb me!” I ponder.

I choose to sit down, on the chair conveniently provided; before I reach up to the collar around my neck, caressing and exploring the contours of the solid rubber holding the suit in place.

“Do I take the suit off me, once I manage to break the seal; or, do I put it back on as I know how to slip out?” I ponder.

“There, the split; the seam between the two parts of my collar!” I reflect; as my fingers finally do find, what I had been searching for.

Of course I break the seal, then pull the upper part of the collar up and off of my head. I take a breath, considering the situation before me. In the end, I still do slip the collar back on, sealing myself within the suit in which I had been safely tucked away.

“This is a has-met suit, it can protect me from anything harm-full, but it is also fashionable and fancy looking!” I ponder.

I raise to my hooves and walk back to the door, followed by the now quite familiar squeaking little noises from my hooves. Maybe I am getting used to these little noises; finding them adorable and endearing. Could I really stand, to leave what I have on behind now?

“Exactly how much, can the suit actually change my appearance?” I ponder; as I look at my outstretched hand, while I open the door and walk out of the dressing room.

Guess I had not really examined my new appearance, or how it was changing my experience of my surroundings? Maybe I should have, but I put this up for later. Maybe, when I get back home?

While I had been opening the door, I could not help by notice the details of my fabulous hand; the slender fingers and the inch long, semi-square nails. All perfectly shaped and perfectly sensitive; maybe just a little bit too sensitive?

“Is this the suit, or are the extensions to blame? If it is the suit, do I want to ask for a different suit? If it is the extensions, would I ask for different once?” I ponder, as I walk down the hall.

“The extensions are merely a cue, guiding the suit on how to modify your outwards appearance and your sensitivity!” a voice, sounding like Rarity explains.

I stop dead in my track, chocked by the voice I had never been expecting. I had never been warmed about the internal radio installed into the suit. Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle had been drafted into the project; but I had never realized, the depth of their respective involvement.

“How could I hear a voice, responding to my inner monologue? Even if the voice belongs to Rarity, whose design it is!” I ponder.

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