Twilight's Enchanted Bedtime Stories:

Chapters

To Enter into the World of Hitomi
The Initiation; Plug and Tubes
One serene Day, in Solitude turned Hot

To Enter into the World of Hitomi

Prologue

Twilight; before I go, I have a gift for you. Just a book I was picking up on my way here; knowing how much you love your books, I am certain this will fit right into your library!” the human Twilight points out.

“Oh, thank you, Twilight!” I respond.

“I just had to give you the book; and I did not forget to hoof it over, before I left!” she continues.

“It is always a special joy; to have you over at my new castle; Twilight!” I respond.

“I know, it is not every day I go to a friend and visit her in a genuine castle! While I may have a few friends; but I only know one Twilight, who just so happens to be a Princess!” she points out.

“You are the only Twilight I know of, other than myself!” I respond.

“But alas, now I will have to go; I do not want to be late, I have an early day tomorrow!” she points out.

“Oh, yeah; you don't need to remind me, of early mornings! I have studied under Princess Celestia long enough to know of them!” I respond.

“I will see you soon; knowing you can open the portal any time you want now!” she adds.

“Yes, I can! I will see you soon, too!” I respond.

Twilight trots up to the gate and touch the horizon. The next moment, she is pressing through and falls out of Equestria; ending up just outside the school of Canterlot High.

Into the Book, the Entrance

”That was intense; to see my human counterpart off, as she is leaving for home!” I ponder.

I do have a moment, when I can indulge in the curiosity and spend a moment to myself, reading. Why now take the chance and explore the book, she just gave me?

I trot over to my private chambers and enter my room, closing the door behind myself. Just a moment, to see what this book is about?

“I think I can afford myself this moment!” I ponder.

This is just a book, but I am curious and want to know what it is about. I am standing before an adventure, previously unexplored.

I dim the light in the room, as I crack up the book; preparing to read, to be immersed in the events ready to unfold before my very eyes.

With the book open, facing the title page; I am prepared and ready to explore a new world. This is more likely to be the world of humans, not the world of magical ponies. This is an adventure, to me; places I have not seen and events I have not previously experienced.

I focus and light my horn; seeing the small, bright, purple light snap into existence at the tip of my horn. I feel the familiar surge; as I focus and apply more magic into the small, but expanding orb at the tip of my horn. The orb grows to the point, just before it would have started to flood down the length of my horn.

This light is just right, for me to read the text on each page of the book I have before me. I can turn the page with a thought, seeing the adventure unfold before my very eyes.

There is a strange, eerie glow to each letter on the page before me. As I flip away the title-page, the glow remains constant on each letter on the page before me as well.

Just that there is a tingling sensation at the tip of my horn; just as I touch the page with my magic to flip the page. The sensation slowly flows down the length of my horn and intensifies.

The room is no longer merely dim, but utterly dark; short of the light of the tip of my horn, illuminating the pages before me. It is almost, as if I actually see the room before me, the room of which I am reading.

“Curious, it is almost as if I am actually seeing the room, as if I had been there!” I ponder; “But, the vision is a bit off; as if I am no longer a pony, but the girl who is acting!” I continue, in a flash of realization.

“This is not Ponyville, and it certainly is not Canterlot High!” I whisper, breathlessly.

“Am I? Yes, I am Hitomi!” I realize.

While the experience of walking on two legs, like a human girl is still strange to me; I do no longer find it uncomfortable, after repeated and prolonged exposure in the human world, where I met my new friends and counterparts of my old friends from Ponyville.

“How curious, but I should have expected the perspective be that of a human girl; when it is a book, given to me by my human counterpart!” I ponder, momentarily giggling at my previous presumption.

I blink; once, twice, thrice. The sensation of my horn the only tangible link to Equestria and my pony self. All I see, it the room in which Hitomi is standing; and all I feel, is the sensations produced by her human body. For all intents and purposes; I am Hitomi, in body and spirit.

Into Hitomi's Panties

”Hiya, Hitomi!” she exclaims as the girl enters the living room we have been sharing for the last fifteen months.

“Hiya, Chihiro!” I respond.

“How was your day, Hitomi?” she inquires.

Oh, I am fine; thank you, Chihiro!” I respond.

“Good, that warms my heart!” she adds; “I am going to be away for the duration of the weekend; so I took the liberty, to buy you a small gift!” she continues.

“Thank you!” I respond; as I accept the small box, containing her gift to me.

“You are quite welcome, but now I will have to go!” she points out, as she is walking out of the living room.

“I wonder, where they are going?” Twilight Sparkle ponders.

While Chihiro walks out, I walk towards my bed room. I will be sleeping alone tonight; no point of reminding me of just how lonely I am, by sleeping in the double bed.

Technically, this is the guest room, but when I sleep alone; I feel more comfortable, sleeping here. Chihiro has explained, how she feels the same way. Of course, I do close the door behind myself; before I finally afford myself; to look at the gift she imparted me with.

“I am alone, the door to the room is closed; Chihiro has locked the outer door to our home” I whisper to myself, as if to declare the situation to my conscious self.

I walk to the wardrobe and open the door; the space is empty, safe for the hangers on which I could hang up a few select suits or ensembles for a short period of time. I will live in this room, for a few days; while Chihiro is not at home, and I am alone.

I have everything I need, for the few days; I do not need to leave my home to buy food or anything.

With the door to my wardrobe open; I pull my top up and over my head, hanging it into the wardrobe. The skirt soon slips down my legs and I kick it up and hang it on the next hanger; I pull the right and left sock off of my feet and place them on the bottom of the wardrobe, before I slip my panties off of me and hang it under my skirt.

With that final act, I find myself utterly and completely nude, safe for the hair-band holding my long, black hair in a tight braid along the length of my spine.

Time to examine my gift!” I hear myself say; as I turn towards the box still containing the gift, Chihiro gave me a few minutes ago.

I pull at the string of the bow and the string slips off of the glossy plastic box; I lift up the top of the box in order to see the gift she gave me. There is a group of numbered boxes, exactly like the original, but smaller than the first.

The Initiation; Plug and Tubes

A Gift, Unpacked and Appreciated

I pick up the first box, opening it; only to find a vial of clear nail polish. Of course, she would include the lacquer, as my first part of the gift. I know how she loves my nails to glister in the light . This makes the gift more special, to her; in a manner that makes it more fun, to explore what she is giving me.

I sit down on the bed and uncap the vial. With the vial on the night stand and the brush in my left hand; I paint a nail at the time, starting with the nail of my thumb. From the center of the nail, just at as far back as the nail goes and all the way to the tip, right and left, right and left. I paint the back of the nail and seal it from the right and left.

As I finished painting the nail of my thumb, I continue, nail by nail; all the way to the pinkie finger.

I start over, holding the brush in my right hand; painting one nail at the time and repeat the process. As I am done, painting all my finger nails; I slip the brush back into the vial and hold up my hands before me, ogling the result before me with fingers spread wide.

While I am at it, I repeat the process, once more; holding the brush in my right hand, painting one nail at the time, from the biggest to the smallest, on my right and left foot respectively. Once I am done, I cap the vial and sit quiet for a minute, as the lacquer is drying and curing true and through.

“This feels, like something Rarity would have enjoyed!” Twilight ponders.

With the vial capped, I put it back into its box and set it aside; while I am looking for the second box of the set. The content is not large or numerous enough, to make it hard to find what I am looking for.

As I open the box, I find a three inch wide anal plug. The surface of the tip is bright pink, solid and stiff rubber, coated with a curiously slippery and wet gel that does not smear on contact. The content inside the plug is a highly elastic, clear silicon gelatinous substance that is quite easy to deform. The back of the plug looks and feels like skin, while it is in fact rubber not too dissimilar from the rubber at the tip of the plug.

As I am holding the riveting plug lightly in my right hand and examining it, I notice how the tip starts to glow. I stand up, looking slightly confused and curious, at the plug in my hand; noting how it floats up into the air and moves around me, aiming for my rear entrance.

A moment after I lost my grip of the slippery and wet plug, I feel it touching me between the two twin orbs that is my rump. The item slowly presses forwards and slide right up to my anal entry; pressing harder and harder, as I feel the hard surface slowly slip into me.

Bit by bit, the plug is forcing its way into me. I feel myself tight around the middle of the tip of the plug, as it continues to press forwards, in order to slip into me and enter my anal cavity. I find myself involuntarily contract, while the plug slowly squeezes itself in and presses forwards. Moment by moment, the plug is advancing into me.

After a moment that may or may not be a minute, two minutes or three minutes; I realize that the gel is starting to subvert my instinctual urge to contract, in order to prevent the plug to slip into me. A few moments later, I feel the plug plop and I am once more contracting around the mid section of the plug, now pulling itself together in a riveting action.

There is a tingling sensation, as the tube is filling up the anal cavity; signalling, that I am utterly incapable of climax for as long as the riveted plug is inside me.

If I reach back with my right hand, my fingers would slide over the smooth rubber; almost as if it had been my very own flesh: making it hard to impossible, to detect exactly where the border between skin and rubber is.

I pick up the box that is marked to be the third item on the list in my gift. I find a clear vaginal tube made out of a very stiff rubber. I pull out the tube, examining it for a moment. Now I notice how the tube is slipping right out of my grip and floats down towards my mound. There is a sensation of touch, as the rubber makes contact and slides up and starts sliding into my orchid.

There is a tingling sensation, as the tube plops and I feel the pinch as it is riveted onto my orchid. Now I feel the rubber slowly spread inwards, coating the inner walls of my vagina; until it is entirely covered by the clear, sleek, slippery and slippery, wet rubber from the inside and out.

As I look down, I can clearly see my mound swell and expand; as the glistering gel is effectively coating and lubricating the petals of my orchid and inside my vagina. There is a scent of excitement on the air, as I draw in a breath and the excitement is taking hold of me.

With the vaginal tube tightly and safely riveted, I pick up the next box, continuing the fourth item and open it in order to pull out the oral tube. The tube is metallic bloody red, glistering in excitement and joy. This is the same rubber, as the vaginal tube that just inserted itself. The difference is that this tube is red and will fit perfectly on my lips instead of the petals of my orchid.

As I examine the tube, I feel it slip out of my grip and float towards my mouth. The next moment, I feel the stiff rubber touching my lips and make me open my mouth enough to permit the tube to enter. As the plug plops, I feel the pinch; as it is riveting, before the tingling sensation is taking over and the rubber slowly spreads inwards to coat the inner walls of my mouth. Just that it does not stop there, but continues inch after inch down my throat. I feel the sleek, slippery and wet rubber flowing down my throat. Maybe it is the inherent stiffness and the pressure as the rubber is entering me, I feel.

Had I been watching my face in a mirror, I would have seen how a jolly, excited smile is spreading over my lips; while the tube is coating my mouth and sliding down my throat.

For a moment; I had been fearing that I would have been prevented to breathe, as the rubber is flowing down my throat; then I lick my lips in excitement, as I realize that this would not come to pass.

Then it hit me; I have another item of the list; there is a silver metallic eye shadow. It would have been utterly pointless with the eye shadow, if I am not going to experience putting it on and enjoy wearing it.

I open the box and uncap the eye shadow, applying it onto the right and left eyelid, respectively. I blink; once, twice and thrice, just to experience how it feels on. I barely feel the gel base shadow as I apply it; then it is absorbed by my skin and only lends the silver metallic look.

“That is a bit anticlimactic!” I ponder; almost disappointed, by how little effect the shadow has on me.

Even if the shadow effectively blocs all light from entering my eye as I close it.

There is another, sixth item on the list; I pick it up and open the package, only to find a vial of metallic bloody red nail polish.

I uncap the vial and pick up the brush in my left hand; applying the red lacquer to my nails of the right hand. From the nail of the thumb, to the nail of the pinkie finger.

I put the vial down and pick up the brush in my right hand; repeating the process by painting the nails of my left hand. With all my finger nails painted; I finish the process, by painting the nails of my toes, just as I polished them before I had picked up the anal plug; now securely lodged in my anal cavity.

“Okay, that was intense and exciting!” I exclaim, between the smile with stiff rubber lips in bloody red.

“That was an odd experience, to me; maybe Pinkie Pie or Rarity had been better equipped to enjoy the scenario than I am!” Twilight Sparkle ponders; reflecting the experience, the enchanted book had just pushed her through.

A Deeper Exploration of Hitomi

For a moment, I am just sitting, quietly on the side of my bed; with my hands up before me, as I look at the effect the lacquer has on my nails. Turning my gaze down, to my feet; observing how the shiny red surfaces seem to transform my very perception of myself.

The red lacquer had dried and cured, even before I had done the initial examination and I had known it.

The small plastic boxes, containing the items that is my gift are lined up in numerical order, while the vials of polish had been placed in the original places. A polish, a plug, two tubes, an eye shadow and the polish. What more is there? Something made me stop, I had painted my nails, thus confirming the intent behind the gift.

There seems to be three packages left within the original gift; a vaginal electro and vibration stimulator, a two inch clear gel thallos a foot long and the final top coat to be applied over the red nail polish, once I have been playing with myself.

“This is going to keep me entertained for the majority of the time she is not with me!” I realize.

“What if Spike could have offered me something along these lines?” Twilight Sparkle questions; out of the ether, in the room.

“Maybe I should never have said that?” Twilight Sparkle hastily correct herself; but too late, far too late, even if the request had been heard before she even thought up the idea.

I lean back and lie down onto the bed, resting my head on the pillow; as I contemplate my next move. My right hand betray me, as I feel my fingers caressing the petals of my already soaking wet orchid.

“Ooh, ooh!” I sigh, in reaction to the sensations elicited by the mere contact from the tips of my fingers.

I find myself opening my legs, leaving my feet about a foot apart; yet, being alone I do not need to worry about anything or anyone. After all, I am alone and the door is securely locked.

I could go out, any time I so choose; if and when I choose to do so, but now is not the time. I need to dress up, before I could even brave outside the door of this room. Just that I could not put on my clothes, right now; not while I am exposed to the gift I am currently exploring.

My fingers continue to rub the petals of my orchid, and I gasp in delight.

“Oooh, oooh, oooh!” I sigh, in time with my heart beat.

I hear myself sigh, but little is passing my slippery, yet wet lips glistering in the light of the room.

“Maybe! Should I try out that item, next on the list?” I ponder, realizing that my left hand already had extracted the stimulator from its package and is moving it towards my mound this very moment.

While the item had been cold to the touch as I had picked it up, it is already warm; as I find it sliding into place and claiming its place, on the top of my mound. Should I have been shocked, or in awe; learning just how well this item is fitting, right onto my orchid and touching everything almost as if painted on. If not for the oral tube, I would have been gasping, right now. Yet, that never did happen.

I soon hear the purr from the vibration, and experience the first electric shock to the petals of my orchid. The vibration is soon to drive me wild, while the electric shocks are forcing me to contract in tube with the slow hum.

I find myself relaxing, while my arms slide to the sides of my body and slide several inches away from my body. My arms and legs already relaxing, even despite myself.

“Penetration, why did I ever wish for it?” I ponder, as the shocks are pushing me towards the first of many orgasms.

With the palms of my hands, comfortably resting flat against the quilt of the bed upon which I am lying; I enjoy the warm tingle of the electric shocks, while the vibration keeps building in frequency and strength as it goes.

As the shocks are growing in strength and intensity, I soon realize how they make me contract with each pleasurable jolt. Then it hit me, the first orgasm; it is stronger than I had dared to hope, more intense and strong than expected.

I cry out, with each and every orgasm, as they hit me, stronger and stronger, harder and harder; once, twice, thrice. With the plug inside; there is no end in sight, I feel myself building up, as the vibration and shocks are hitting me again and again; over and over with no hope of reprieve.

“Is this an hour, two hours or three?” I find myself wondering, where I lie in the sea of my very own adventure of excitement and orgasms.

For a while longer, I resist the temptation to explore the plug inside; but when I summon the courage and focus, my rear end is merely feeling as smooth as it had before I had entered the room.

My right arm move in towards my body, and my hand slide in and explores my rump and the crack between the two twin orbs. There is no sign, of where the plug is inserted; but I do find the entrance, where I thought I had it inserted. The insertion of the plug was the start; the first active part in the experience, even if I had painted my nails before that.

I probe myself a few more minutes, before I call in my left hand in an attempt to find what my right had had failed to find. Even if I do enjoy my moment, I still like the option to pull free and have my climax, when I like it to occur.

“Unless I can pull out the plug, I am trapped, incapable of climax and thus stuck in a cycle of orgasms!” I ponder, while I still feel myself.

I manage to slip in the tip of my thumb and index fingers of my right and left hand; before I can pinch what should have been the muscle of my rear orifice. I feel my fingers grabbing myself; then try to pull out, feeling myself stretch; an inch, two inch, three inches and more.

“That, certainly is odd!” I realize, in shock and awe over the experience I just had.

I refuse to let go of what should have been me, but is stretching as if it had been made out of elastic rubber rather than flesh of a girl.

I could pull and tug as I may, but the plug is not coming out of me. I find a strange elation and excitement; from the experience of that last act and what it is leading to.

The oral toy floats out of its casing and floats toward my face; I feel the tip pressing onto my lips; before it starts sliding inside. First its head is pushing in, and as it had plopped, rib by rib by rib slide over my lips as the head is filling up my mouth. The tip then slides down my throat and continues until my lips are contracting around the very end of it.

At this point, I feel the ribs moving up or down as one end or the other is stretching and contracting, respectively.

I close my eyes and relax, incapable of doing anything else at the time. Just enjoying the moment for as long as it will last.

“The logical conclusion, would seem to be that I need to apply the third and last polish to my nails, in order to conclude my experience!” Twilight ponders.

. “Unless I chance it, and wait for Chihiro to come home and help me out of the situation?” Twilight Sparkle ponder, in an air of defeatist bravado.

As much as I do love the experience, but it is a bit exhausting to maintain, so I have to try my last option. While the shocks keeps me in the cycle of contractions as the orgasms keep shocking and shaking me, I manage to let go and sit up on the bed. From there, I extract the third vial of polish and uncap it. I hold the brush in my left hand, polishing the nails of my right hand. Once I had polished the nails of each finger of my right hand; I pick up the brush in my right hand and polish the nails of each finger of my left hand. I finish up, by polishing each toe nail, from the big to the smallest, on the right and left foot.

There is a strange sensation, but I initially ignore it. I feel the oral plug slide out and I catch it with my right hand and put it back in its box. Once the first top is out, I continue, by picking up the stimulator on my mound and place that in its box. Now I can finally reach the anal plug, as I manage to slip my fingers in between the rubber and my flesh and then carefully pull out the plug.

As the plug has slipped out, I find myself experiencing the climax I had been waiting for. I lie down and feel the sensations flowing over me, coursing through my entire body.

The exhausting experience had been too taxing for me to stay awake for much longer, so I lie back and relax; before I fall into a deep slumber of vivid and excited dreams.

One serene Day, in Solitude turned Hot

In Tube

As I wake up, my lips are still stiff like solid rubber; because the tubes are still in. Both the oral and the vaginal tubes had clearly been left in place; so I am feeling the odd stiffness and excitable wetness inside and out.

I lift up my right hand before me, with the fingers spread wide; squealing in excitement and delight, over the glossy red polish I had managed to apply the other day. Before I had fallen asleep, that is.

If not for the vaginal tube, I would have been sore and felt a burning sensation in the entire mound; after such an extensive experience in bed.

I lick my wet lips and giggle. While the afterglow had been consumed by the hours of sleep I had enjoyed; the elation and excitement had not diminished in the least. I am still just as wet, slippery and eagerly approachable and just as excited and excitable as I had been; as I slipped the oral tube into my mouth, the other day.

“Typical, there is a connection between how I feel, and the tubes inserted!” I realize.

Since both of the tubes still are still inserted, firmly in place; I will still remain wet and excited. My lips will remain stiff and highly elastic; in order for me to perform and enjoy, while I have little to no chance to actually speak or sing.

“If I do not engage in physical stimulation or otherwise experience too much excitement of stimulation; voluntarily or involuntarily, am I safe to continue to stay excited?” I ponder.

In the end; I chose to pick up the plug once more and insert it as intended. Of course, the plug is just as large, if not larger than it had been the day before; I am just as tight as I had been the day before, contracting even more than I had been. The effect is, that the experience is even more intense, than it had been the last night.

“Oh, oh! Ouch!” I exclaim; as I lose the grip of the plug, just before it is plopping with a severe pinch as it is riveting.

The plug is in place and the sensation of the pinch soon subsides and I manage to forget it entirely. Out of sight, and out of mind? While I could not ignore the plug or forget that it is still there; but I can easily get used to the sensation of it in me. I feel filled up, but in a warm, comforting way I could not yet put words to.

For a moment, I am tempted and my fingers momentarily slide over the surface of the plug. Yet, I withdraw from it and stand up still for a minute.

I leave the stimulator and everything of sex and play by the side of the bed.

“Maybe, just maybe; I should try out these new silicon panties!” I ponder, as I am walking up to the wardrobe.

“At least, it would prevent me; if and when I feet the urge to tease myself, even if for but a moment!” I ponder, quietly.

“Skin-tone is just perfect, for these occasions; when you feel tempted, but needs to stay and avoid stimulation at all costs!” I ponder; “The pink hue, for skin-tone feels odd and off; I am so used to my light purple!” Twilight Sparkle reacts.

“Maybe a cup of tea, would be just about right; right now, cooling me a bit?” I mumble to myself.

I fold up the quilt towards the wall and slide my feet right out from under the comfort of the quilt. As I sit up, I slide my feet down to the floor; raising to my feet and stand up beside the bed. I turn around and fold up the quilt, in order to make the bed, leaving it as if I had not slept there.

Aside from the tubes, and the plug, I am entirely nude; if the tubes, and the plug actually counts as wearing anything, that is. Now I walk towards my wardrobe, opening the door and extract the aforementioned panties; before I slip into them with practiced ease, tentatively tugging at them playfully, in order to make the panties slip into the perfect fit. A moment of patting, examining the panties on; I turn towards the wardrobe once more, extracting a matching top. Slipping the top down over my head, pulling it into place; before I finally give the top a few tentative tugs in the playful manner that comes with the current level of unhindered excitement.

Since I am not exactly counting the tubes and plug as wearing anything, I am not counting the panties and top either. Now I extract a metallic bloody red mini skirt and step right into it, enjoying the feel of the tight rubber over my rump.

“I need a top, to go with my skirt!” I ponder; as I extract the garment, from within the wardrobe.

“Tight, just the way I like it” I exclaim.

I pull the top down over my head and slip my hands in, feeling the material slide effortlessly over my skin. A moment later, I tentatively tug at the red top, feeling it slide into perfect fit.

“There, now I can face the day! Though I guess a pair of matching socks would not hurt!” I point out.

Now I extract the socks and pull them on; right and left, respectively. With that, I close the door to the wardrobe behind me and turn my back on it; walking out of the room. With the door closed behind me, I move forwards; walking to the kitchen, in the hopes of a cup of tea.

Since the door is open, I step right into the kitchen. I walk up and open the door and extract my cup. Once I placed the cup on the table, I fill up the boiler with water and heat it up to the designated temperature. Now I fill the kettle with the tea blend leaves, as I wait for my water to boil. As the water is hot, I fill the kettle up and permit the leaves to be in the boiling water; waiting for the tea to soak up the flavour of the tea I had chosen. A soothing, relaxing blend; to distract me from what is inside.

I had ended up, choosing the blend; el viejo señor de la luna. While I rarely do choose the blend, I always end up enjoying it, and myself; when I do choose, to have this blend.

Tea is a blessing, one, one never is to abuse. Of course there is a reason, why I choose the blend so rarely. Aside from the fact; that the blend would be no blessing and just ordinary, if I had it each and every day. I have her, only when I am in the right mood; this is such a moment, I am in the right mood.

I make each and every sip into a prayer, blessing the tea in the act of reverence. Very few knows of this, and there is always a reason. Some things, you keep to yourself; making them part of you, too intimate to chair with even close friends.

I make each sip last, as if my life had been depending upon it. Of course my life depends on no such thing, but why permit that to cheapen a moment? I feel, like a deity; the god rightfully enjoying the tea, I have before me.

In the end; the moment is broken, by the cup being empty. I had known it. I am careful, not to let this into my world. I may refill the cup, before it had been truly empty. The spirit of the tea; still lingering, for just a short moment. I just have to make everything slow and deliberate. No haste could be permitted; it is unforgivable, like death itself.

Did I have a cup? I had a cup, I had two and three. I do it all, by the numbers in a serene sermon of that eternal and important instance. An instance between tick, and tock. A perfect moment, never to come again.

Nothing can be repeated, nothing can be done twice. I am but one; in the single moment, in between.

In the end, I still do take my last sip of the tea. Now I put the cup away, on that one sacred hidden hideaway; where I always store the cup, for the moment of moments like this. This is my cup, the one for special occasions. I usually do use it alone. It is one of a kind, not a part of a set. This cup, can not be replaced. I would be heartbroken, if I were to learn that it had been broken; that it could not be fixed up and mended back, to perfect health. Maybe it is, kind of like that one lover you wish you could have.

A tea cup does not require washing, unless it is new or is openly dirty from moving or similar situations. If it is in fact soiled, it could never be redeemed, it is worse than just cracked and broken.

I walk out of the kitchen, relaxed and satisfied. I am content, with this one moment, invested. The lady is pleased, with the sermon, performed. I know, I feel it in my heart and soul. My spirit, elated and in ecstasy.

I close the door behind me, sealing the deed in stone. It can no longer be undone or soiled. Neither in body, nor in spirit.

In the Garden of Prologue

My spirit has drunk her fill, and I need a moment in the light. I am completely tranquil, as I open the hidden door to the back. Just as I woke up, I am completely nude. I do not wear a thread of fabric on my body. Not even a silken hairband in my hair.

My rear is plugged, just as I still am wearing each of the tubes I had been given. I guess I should correct myself, right there; I am not quite wearing these tubes, they are inserted into me as parts of my body. The tubes modify me, for as long as they are inserted. If and when I extract them; they cease to be parts of me, and I will revert to who I had been before I was imparted with the gift. Though the memories and the imprints upon my mind and soul will still linger. The past, can after all never be rewritten. As much as one may wish that was so.

As I enter the room behind the door, I am entering a kind of purgatory. While there is no fire, and no pain; the purging and cleansing of my body and spirit is still occurring. I could deny it, just as much as I could cease breathing and still stay with you.

The door quietly slides shut behind me, unheard and unnoticed by any and all. Why do I need to observe, what I already knew had happened? I am alone. In here, being alone, with one’s self could still be a bliss. It is. It is, why I take the effort of entering this very room, in the first place. Though, one could never enter the garden beyond barefoot; just as one could never dream to enter this room, while wearing anything,.

I had followed Hitomi, only this far; before she granted me the one gift; to become what I need to be, in order to be capable of breaching the final barrier. I open the private safe in order to extract, what is hidden beyond braying eyes. A pair of full-length stocking. There stockings are however, not the common cotton, silk or nylon; more than they are foot or even toe stockings you may consider buying in the mundane store.

“Oh, dead; I am once more becoming the deer!” I breath in exulted reverence.

I extract the right stocking and slip my foot in; feeling the material slip over my skin, like a snake swallowing its pray. The surface too slippery, for me to stop before the foot reaches the end. I may feel the tightness, as the garment contracts around my leg; but in the end, I feel only the surface as if it had been my very skin. The skin I once had been born with. Now I extract the second, left stocking; slipping my foot in and thus repeating the process.

I close the safe and continue further into the room, approaching the door to the inner garden. I reach forth, pressing the palm of my right hand onto the door; feeling my hand slip right through, almost as if there had been exactly nothing there. I take another step, feeling the clear rubber membrane side over me as I penetrate the sanctum.

Once I had slipped both my hands through, entering the room is already unavoidable. I step into the room and feel the moist dirt under my hoof. I take the next step and am standing firmly on the path into the garden. Of course, there is no turning back, no turning around here. There is no room, just for the one slender girl to walk forwards. That girl is me. I take another step, and another; once, twice and thrice. Enjoying the sensation of soft dirt under my wide spread, cervine hooves; the scent of serenity on the air and a tranquil mind.

Exactly how or why I am prevented to turn around, to turn and flee; I have no idea, but I have no fear in my heart.

When I entered the room, in which I changed; I came from the cup of tea, banishing everything but the bright light of hope. I am at ease, one with everything in the room. I am not merely in the room, I am the room.

How could a path be so long, when it is within the confines of a single room? I have no idea, but is fascinated by what is before me and surounding me. My soul spread throughout the room, permitting me to share the bliss the room is depicting and representing.

The path is not laid with stone or covered by grass; but is merely nude, earthern soil. No sense of fake or artifice in this world. It is, how the sense of bliss is maintained in the long run.

On my right, I have a cherry tree; with ripe cherries hanging from each branch, as if the summer is to last forever. On my left, I have roses; in bloom, yet entirely devoid of thorn, as if never tested by the hardships of the reality of life.

Beside the path, on the right and left; the grasses grows thick and lusciously green. No hint of drought or flood, more than of winter and cold or the heat of summer.

Step by step, I follow the path. Enjoying a single instant as if it had been all there is of creation. Why worry about strife, when the grass is green and the sky is blue? Here, everything is served; but only, when the time is right. Nothing lie in wait, spoiled or tainted by time.

“In Celestia’s name, this is beautiful!” Twilight exclaims, inside her mind; as she is swept away in the experience imposed upon her, by the enchanted book.

Inside this garden, there is a particularly beautiful stand of beech trees standing on the right side of this path. It is breathtaking, just to behold.

While the path may twist and turn, this way or that; but it never really do stray from the straight and narrow, forwards.

Just as there are trees and bushes of beauty and tranquil quality, there seems to be critters grazing in the underbrush. One could see diminutive deers moving about, as they graze on the open field or in the forest. A squirrel is seen, peeking out from behind a branch; observing the path and the surroundings.

In the end, the impossible happens and I am back; where I came from, facing the very same door as I had come through. Exactly how long ago that was, is hard to say at this time. I will know, once I am back on the other side; but, that is not just yet.

I stop, for a short breathe. The realization as to how far I had gone and walked, finally catching up with me, as I am approaching the realm I had come from.

Hesitant and unwilling to let go; I walk slowly and make stops along the way. I explore the feel of the grass under my hooves; just for the joy of it, or is it to prolong the adventure upon which I had set forth. The joy of the tranquility refusing to let go.

I end up standing before the door, lifting my right hand and pushing the palm onto the clear membrane of rubber. I press forwards and step through; just as easily, as I had entered this world of improbably beauty.

For a moment; I contemplate the situation, once I regain my composure in the new realm from which I had originally come. I rub my hands in order to get a grip of the situation; feeling the slippery smoothness, in a new light. It had felt as if my hands had been bare, now I once more feel the gloves I wear.

I stop myself and caress my legs, enjoying how my legs feel while I am still part deer. Even though I have no fur or coat; my skin feels just right and natural to me. If it is due to where I came from, or if it is just in how I enjoy and identify with who and what I am right now. Not quite the satyr, and not quite human or deer. Just somewhere in between.

I look down, observing the smooth rubbery and glossy hooves. Black hooves, not the red. While I may have enjoyed the metallic bloody red hue on my hooves, but it would just not be right for the deer.

“Purple hooves would have been nice, even if it may be off for the deer!” Twilight reflects.

After a moment of hesitation, I find it within myself and explore exactly where the breach between the stockings and my skin is. I need a full minute for this adventure; maybe I did take more time to prolong the inevitable, or I just enjoyed how it feels.

It is, as if the nails of these gloves had been designed with the purpose of helping me pull the stockings off of my legs; even if I do enjoy the look of them, quite alot. Should I have been ashamed of how I feel about the look imposed upon me by the gloves or stockings? I choose not to. I had chosen to wear them; not just because they are a gift to me. Not even because they are required, for me to enter this wondrous world of seeming dream and fantasy. I wear them, because I enjoy wearing them.

Of course, I need to take them off of me, before I can leave the room; just as I have to leave the room, unless I wish to starve to death in here. Which I do not wish.

Once I had slipped the stockings off of my legs, I slip them back into the safe where I had found them; before I slip the gloves off of my hands and hide them beside the stockings. I end the adventure by closing the same and walking out of the room.

The Epic Sundown as an Epilogue

I stand on the balcony, in my room; as I watch the sun going down, over the forest under my window.

For but a moment, I am imagining Hitomi standing behind or beside me. My hands inadvertently slide up my body and cup my breasts. I permit my fingers to caress my nipples for a moment. I feel warm, almost as if she had in fact been standing behind me and lending me her inner warmth.

This had been a long and very intense day, for me. I had managed to enjoy myself, even if I had not really done anything.

Granted; I had had my tea sermon and been to the hidden room. Does that count? At least, it had been enjoyable and exciting. Not in a sexual way, just in the fulfilling, serene way you can’t put a finger to or explain to your friends.

Once the sun had gone down and all the pink and purple hues had finally left the sky; I permit my hands to fall down to my sides. On the way, I realize how my right hand stray over the mound; managing to caress my orchid and each of its petals, before it is finding the final resting place in content stillness.

My left hand slide back over my rump and probe the plug, as if it had been my flesh. Finding joy in just how natural and exciting, the touch still manage to feel; even despite the fact that this is the plug I had inserted, so many hours ago I had managed to forget about it entirely.

I step towards the door, lifting my right hand with the palm up. I spread my fingers wide. I feel the membrane of taught clear rubber, as I push forwards and press on. Now I find myself slipping through and walk right into my room. I am excited and fascinated by how things work around Hitomi in and at her home. This is after all her home.

While it had been but a brief slip, outside on the balcony; yet, it had been a taste of stimulation. Just a bit more than I had intended. Of course, I had intended to avoid it altogether. I had failed in that aspect.

Now I am paying for the mistake. I feel hot and excited. For as long as the plug is in, the excitement will not and can not subside in the least; no matter how long I wait, no further stimulation applied.

“Is it too late, to prevent the catastrophe to hit me full force? Even if it is too late, to pull back now; I would have to extract the plug, which I am in no mood to even chance at this hour!” I ponder.

I walk over to the wardrobe, open the door and extract the panties. I step into the panties, tugging at them tentatively; in order to ensure the perfect fit, overnight.

Once I had managed to ascertain myself, the panties are on just right; I extract the top and pull it down over my head, giving it a few tentative tugs in the vain hopes it will fit just right. After a few minutes of tugging, I give up and walk over to my bed; after I had closed the door to the wardrobe, naturally.

Even with the panties and top on, I am already wet and excitingly hot inside. Yet, I fold up the quilt and slip in under the cool of the comfort. I fold down the quilt over myself and lay my head on the pillow and close my eyes. I lay still and permit myself to slip way into the slumber my day is demanding out of me. My body is tired and in need of rest.