My Little Toy

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As I enter the small room, I see a transparent version of what could otherwise have been passing for a solid version of a pony. While the mare is clearly transparent, the outlines are still clear enough to make it obvious what I have before me.

“Verbal commands; enabled!” the white unicorn mare exclaims.

Of course, she only explain how I am to direct the hologram; to adjust to what I need in the room.

“Are you Rarity?” I inquire.

“I could be, if you want me to!” she responds, giggling delightfully, in the manner one had been expecting the real Rarity to.

“Thank you!” I respond, and the mare slowly starts to change into Rarity.

Before I even realized it, she is now the white marshmallow in the shape of Rarity. Her main and tail turning a rich, deep purple and taking on the fashionable curls. She smiles generously at me, with blue eyes. The light blue eye-shadow and glistering, black eyelashes fluttering.

Is it possible to make a few small last minute adjustments?” I inquire.

“Certainly!” she offers, with a wide grin and a suggestive wink to me.

“While I do love your mane, but could you style it like Starlight glimmer did as a filly?” I inquire, only to see her mane change.

“Oh, but of course!” she merely responds.

“Silver metallic would be better, for eye-shadow; if you don’t mind me saying so!” I add, tentatively.

She merely giggles, while her eye shadows change, according to my latest suggestion.

“Would you like for me, to have more emphasized, delicate hooves? Purple, perhaps?” she inquires, almost as if she had read my mind.

“Sounds delightful!” I respond, as I look at her hooves changing.

Being a mare, she still does not have any fetlocks. Her hooves are perfectly effeminate, and equine; for all I could see. I lick my lips, but manage not to drool, as I look at her slowly changing into what was imagining.

She is clearly relishing in my approval. I could not complain.

“For a pony, longer lashes is always better!” I ponder; “If you could have longer eyelashes, maybe as much as an inch?” I suggest.

“Oh, but of course!” she merely giggles in response.

I walk up to the white mare before me, looking at her from every possible angle to see how she is coming around. Then I even pat the length of her back, in order to get the feel for what I have before me. I notice how she is enjoying the sensation of my hand along her back, as if she had been hoping I would do just that. Of course, I could not resist the urge. Why?

She takes a step forwards and rise to her hind hooves, before her body slowly transform into a fully human body in my size. I can see her turning her back towards me, inciting me to look straight at her from behind.

While I look at her, a zipper slowly slips into existence from under her skin. The zipper then opens up from just under the edge of her hair, all the way down to the end of her spine. As I lean forwards to see better, I notice that she is turning into what is looking more and more like a full-body suit.

After a moment of hesitation, I move forwards and examine the suit before me. I choose to accept the suit as viable to wear; finding it too exciting, irresistible to resist and thus step right into the suit. I slip my feet right down to the floor and find myself standing securely and comfortably.

Once I stand with both my feet on the floor, I slip my hands in and push forwards, feeling the material slide over my skin with eager anticipation. A moment later, I realize that the head is sliding over my face. I am inside and the zipper soon seals itself tight behind my back.

Just as the zipper is sealed securely on my back, the suit is changing back into the pony I had just been examining. I find myself standing on all four hooves, as if I had been born a pony and it is natural to me.

“Okay, that was odd; but it still feels good, all the same!” I ponder.

“There you are!” Rarity exclaims, as I notice her entering the room.

While I am turning my back on the door through which I had entered the room, I notice her coming in through the door before me. She does look eager and excited, as if she is about to show me something. What could she possibly be offering me, right now?

While I largely do resemble her in appearance, this is supposed to be the actual Rarity. Not just a mere imitation posed before me, to guide me towards what I am looking for.

“Oh, but how could I forget!” she then exclaims.

I can see the light blue glow develop on her horn; starting as a small orb at the tip of the horn, growing in size and intensity, then slowly spreading down the entire length of her horn, before the light reaches out towards me and she is making my horn revert back and make me into an Earth-pony.

“Oh!” I merely respond.

I tentatively move my right fore-hoof forwards in an attempt to take a step forwards; suddenly feeling insecure in myself, once something more is actually expected out of me.

“Clip, clop! Clip, clop!” I hear, as my hooves hit the floor one at the time as I follow my Rarity through the door to the next room.

I feel the hard stone tiles under my hooves, smooth, hard and a light blue to cyan hue to them. The challenge had evaporated, as soon as I put my mind to following her. I want to follow Rarity, and see where she was about to take me. Whatever it is she had in mind for me.

Of course, I had chosen Rarity for a reason; not just because I love how she looks and how her voice sounds.