The Fall

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The door chimes, as we step into Rarity’s Boutique.

It is quiet, for a moment, before we can hear the sounds of her hooves clopping on the floor.

“Welcome to my Boutique; where everything is Chique, Unique and Magnifique!” she exclaims, from the back of the room; before we can see her step into the light before us.

“Nice to see you back; in my Boutique, Squeak!” Rarity proclaims.

“We need matching Bows, matching the colour and style of our previous purchase!” Mum explains.

“I think I have these on stock, lying around..” Rarity responds; “bows would go just right with your Style, too!” Rarity agrees.

“Do you have Socks or Stockings, matching my current Suit?” I inquire.

“While somewhat unusual, for obvious reasons; but I do keep these in stock, for the few who desire these!” Rarity agrees.

“I guess; we just need to have these, too!” Mum concedes.

With that, Rarity sneaks off, locating the Socks and Stockings asked for.

“Are these, what you were looking for?” Rarity inquires; holding up two sets of Socks and Stockings in the same Metallic Bloody Red, as the rest of my clothes.

I notice how the socks are half length, while the Stockings are full length. I can’t help but snicker, as I am enjoying the garments she is holding up before us.

“Nice and glossy..” I ponder; “would it be acceptable to have these in a glossy black too?” I inquire, finding myself blushing slightly.

“For indoors, when we are alone at home..” Mum responds; “we could afford the joy, of adding these to the wardrobe!” Mum concedes.

The next moment, Rarity slinks off to fetch the desired garments; only to return with these Socks and Stockings, snickering quietly to herself.

“Would these socks, or Stockings agree with my Halter?” I inquire.

“That could be arranged!” Rarity supplies.

“Excellent!” Mum exclaims, before I even have the time to respond, even if she knows the excitement I am experiencing.

“I will have to perform the adjustments in the back..” Rarity explains; “is there anything else you are looking for, before I proceed?” she inquires.

Mum looks at me, as if she is urging me to suggest something more.

“I was dreaming of wearing a Saddle, completing this Ensemble!” I venture.

“Such a rare Treat!” Rarity supplies.

“I think we need one Saddle each!” Mum supplies, remembering the dream from last night.

“Should I have my Saddle Red, or Black?” I inquire.

“Yes..” Mum responds; “we should have these, too!” she concludes.

Rarity is leading us to the back of the store, with us in tow.

“I need you to wear these, while I am making the adjustments; for the garments to function as a set, tied to the Halter!” Rarity explains.

“Oh, but of course!” she responds.

I slip out of my Boots, while Mum slips out of hers. Rarity is preparing the Red Saddles; helping us putting them on, while we are dealing with the Boots.

“There; if you could slip into the Socks?” Rarity suggests.

“Of course..” I respond, picking the Red Socks, slipping into them one at the time.

Right and left, fore and hind. I find my socks slipping on, eagerly; almost, as if they had wanted me to wear them. Silly? But it is my impression, all the same.

Once Mum had slipped her red Socks on; Rarity perform the alterations, permitting the Saddle and the socks to link up into a Set with the Halter.

Rather than taking the Saddle off, we opt to change into the red Stockings; permitting Rarity to perform the service on these Red Stockings.

Once Rarity had applied the adjustments to the Red Stockings; she is helping us to take the Saddles off, while we swap the Red Stockings for the Black Socks.

Rarity performs the adjustments and we swap the Black socks for the Black Stockings.

Once the final adjustment had been performed; Mum pay for the entire Purchase.

I end up slipping out of my stockings, changing into my Boots while Mum is paying. She swaps her Black Stockings for her own Red Boots, before we are leaving the Boutique. All satisfied, with the deal made.

“Well, I could not exactly blame Rarity!” I ponder.

“Squeak, Squeak, Squeak..” is heard, as we are seen trotting home from Rarity’s Boutique.

Not that it makes a difference, to me; if we are being seen or not, but I still find the complimentary Squeaks of my Boots exciting. Maybe it shows on my face, fine by me. A filly should not hide her feelings.

Mum opens the door to our home, before we are stepping in; then she is closing the door, behind us.

I am carrying my Socks and Stockings to my room; only stopping to open the door and step in, into my room with my Prize.

“Since I can slip the Boots off myself, and slip the Socks and Stockings on myself..” I ponder; "I could as well start myself, before Mum is back to help me!” I conclude.

“I am Alone with Mum, so I’ll try the Black Stockings on..” I ponder; “The Red Socks could be warn most everywhere?” I consider; “While the Black Socks and Stockings are Strictly for Private occasions indoors!” I conclude.

I slowly slip out of my Boots, before I am slipping the Stockings on; right and left, fore and hind. Incidentally; I had finished slipping the Stockings on, just as Mum is entering my Room with my Saddles.

“Since you chose the Black Stockings; I guess it would be best, if I put your Black Saddle on?” she inquires.

Of course; her Halter is already in the Parental Control mode, before she had even entered my Room.

“Yes, Please!” I respond.

The next moment, I feel the weight of my brand new Black Saddle resting comfortably on my back; before she is securing the Saddle into place, then adjust my Halter for this Moment.

"Let’s have some fun, shall we!” she exclaims.

She had already stuffed away my Red Saddle and the Socks and Stockings I am not wearing.

I can see her, as she is standing before me; adoring me intently, as I am looking up at her.

Now I feel my Halter tightening up around my Muzzle. As she had finished adjusting my Halter, I am utterly incapable of opening my Mouth, but somehow I find this very Exciting.

I can see Mum lifting up one hoof at the time, as she is starting to stomp away in a standing Applause. Only to realize, my Hooves move in time with hers. I can’t resist; my hooves are moving up and down, up and down.

It is strange, but I can’t consider myself restricted; as I am relishing in the Experience, shared with my Mum.

“Yay!” I exclaim, though my Mouth still is closed; but Mum hears it loud and clear, all the same.

I can see how she is reacting on my expression; as she is smiling back at me.

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Consequences: Accepted

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