My friend, Sweetie Belle had just moved out; since she turned eighteen, and managed to get herself a cottage of her own.

Getting a cottage at the outskirts of Ponyville, is still fairly easy, not to mention, inexpensive. If I had not had my family in Filydelphia, I would have considered moving there too.

At least I can go there and see Sweetie Belle on short notice; since I managed to pick up my driver’s licence. Going there by hover is a quick commute, or so I think.

Never mind what I think, none else does. Well, aside from me, that is.

If my friend Sweetie Belle says that the Filly Fetish Fashion is hot, then I will agree with her. Not just because she says so, but because she is right. She certainly has a flair for, what is hot; not just because she is my friend and all, but she knows it.

Since she is such a sweet girl, she had to help me acquiring my very own suit. Maybe I could not blame her, she just wanted to help me. The suit is just as elastic, tight and glossy as I could have imagined, too. I can’t fault her for that.

I rarely do wear the suit alone, but I love wearing it with her around. I did try it out alone, an entire week-end, once. That experience is such an otherworldly excitement, I no longer trust myself with the suit alone.

Why is it called; Filly Fetish Fashion? I am no filly, or even a horse in the first place.

Is it; because it permits me, to horse around? With a full set of stockings, I certainly could move around like an excited little filly. A full set of stockings includes a pair of stockings with hooves, aside from the gloves extended with matching hooves. In my case, equine hooves of the Equestrian variety.

The suit itself is surprisingly tight and comfortable, to me. I am barely aware of wearing the suit, mere minutes after slipping into it. Maybe the level of sensitivity, while wearing the suit is the true shock; leading to the sense of relative nudity and comfortable intimacy.

While I have not tried this suit on, just yet; I do know the fashion of Filly Fetish, in general and have been looking for this meeting with anticipation and excitement.

I slow down, as I approach the village of Ponyville, then I continue to slow down until I stop and park just outside her home.

Since I had told her of my arrival, I imagine she had polished the suit up for me. I know she has worn Filly Fetish before, but have no idea; just how extensive her experience may be, on fashion in general. She is still the younger sister of Rarity; so she is bound to have extensive experience, and knowledge.

My hover is quiet, and the touch-down is perfectly silent. Had it not been, I imagine I would have been parking further away from her home.

Even as quiet as it may be; she opens her door, just as I touch ground. She steps right out, wearing nothing but a skirt and a top.

“Greetings, and welcome!” she exclaims, as I slip out of the hover.

“Hi, Sweetie!” I respond, slowly closing the door.

I continue to the door, and she steps aside; permitting me entrance, into her home. I step in, before she pulls the door shut behind me. Of course, she is after all a Unicorn.

“Right this way!” she points out, as she is leading me to the kitchen.

“Thank you, Sweetie!” I respond, as I follow her into her kitchen.

I certainly do like the dark ceramic floor-tiles, as they are clean and easy to maintain in a kitchen. A solid hardwood table out of beech, with matching chairs. There is a stainless steel table-top for the dishing area, and matching utilities; fridge, freezer and stove. Just the right size for a lone girl, with the hopes of inviting a friend over.

She pulls out two cups and pour hot water over the tea, as she prepares the welcoming. Of course, you must poor the steaming hot water over the tea, just in time for serving the beverage. I imagine she picked this up, from her older sister. Or, possibly Celestia herself?

I sit down, while she is preparing the tea; then she sits down as she finished preparing it for the two of us.

Tranquility slowly fills the room, as we sit quietly; sipping the tea, from our respective cups. Not a word is said, none is required at this time.

Once I had finished my tea, I set the cup down. She quietly puts the cups aside. I raise to my feet, and she follows suit. The moment is complete, and we are prepared for what comes next. The moment I came here for, the moment I have been looking forwards to.

I cast a final look, at the two large, white cups she is placing on the stain-less steel.

“Time for, what you have been waiting for!” she offers, in excitement.

“Oh, oh; yes!” I respond, failing to hide the built up excitement.

“Let's go to the bed-room, upstairs!” she continues, and I follow her up the flight of stairs to the second floor.

The smooth, light beech hardwood is comfortable to walk on. Once we have reached the top of the stairs, we continue towards the second bed-room. She opens the door, before she offers me entrance.

I notice the large window, spreading the light into the room. The ceiling is coated with mate, black silicon, holding the LED light in place.

“I certainly do enjoy the mood you built into this room!” I exclaim.

“Thank you; it does come out just right, if I could say so myself!” she responds.

Of course, the pink cherry-wood panels of the walls does not exactly hurt the mood. The doors to the wardrobe is just a slightly darker hue, compared with the walls themselves.

She opens the doors to the first, innermost wardrobe; indicating for me to examine the suit, she had intended for me to try on. As I step forwards, examining the suit before me; she is opening the other wardrobe, where her suit is hanging. Both suits had been prepared, she had after all polished them meticulously for an hour, each. I just had not seen her doing it.

Of yours, you will have to disrobe; before you can put the suit on, in order for us to enjoy this!” she points out, giggling.

“Oh, yes; but of course!” I just respond.

“There should be more than enough space, for you to hang your clothes in there!” she explains.

“Yes, there is!” I respond.

I pull my top up over my head, before I place it on the first hanger; leaving it hanging in the wardrobe. I slip the skirt down, kicking it up and hang that beside the top.

“Almost there!” I point out, as I slip down my panties.

“Excellent, because I know how much you will love the Filly Fetish suit!” she points out, gleefully.

Of course she knew, she had after all tried hers on before. Rarity had crafted hers, many years before. Sweetie Belle had found the suit, not knowing it had been intended for her; trying it on, curiosity driving her forwards. That had been, back in her crusading years.

Naturally, her sister Rarity had happily supplied her with updated replacements. Whether she had grown out of the garment, or just in order to improve on the appearance and fit.

With my panties hanging in the wardrobe; I had slipped my bra of and stepped out of my socks. Sweetie had kept my pace, finishing just as I did. With her practiced ease, she had maintained a measured pace.

I extract what appears to be a glossy black rubber bathing-suit. I feel the smooth and slippery surface of the material under my fingers. After a moment of hesitation, I step right into the suit, before I pull it up; slipping my hands in, thus pulling the suit the rest of the way up. I afford the suit a few tentative tugs, adjusting the fit.

“Ooh!” I exclaim, feeling the tight-hugging fit.

“I hope you like the white trim!” she points out.

“Fashioned after you, I suspect!” I respond, grinning gleefully.

“Of course!” she merely responds.

I pick up the thigh-high stockings, glancing over them and let my gaze stop at my naked toes on the floor. Stepping into the right stocking, pulling it all the way up; only affording it a few tentative tugs, before I put my foot down onto the smooth hardwood floor.

I stop short, as I see the hoof about to hit the floor. I hear my friend giggling, clearly amused by my reaction, and my confusion.

“Filly Fetish!” she exclaims, before she continues.

“Wait, what?” I inquire, not quite grasping her point.

“These stockings are purposefully extending your anatomy, to resemble that of a filly; for as long as you are wearing the suit, you know!” she explains.

“Filly Fetish, is fetish for being the filly?” I inquire.

“That is the general idea, but there is more to it; a surprise for later!” she responds, not elaborating any further.

“Curious!” I breathe, trying to wrap my brain around the offered concept presented to me.

“Should make you feel, just like a filly!” she offers, giggling.

I pick up the lift stocking, as my right hind hoof is now firmly on the floor beneath me. With that, I step into the stocking, feeling the smooth surface hugging me tightly. The further I pull the stocking up my leg, the further down my foot slips down and I am starting to feel the change.

Now I afford the stocking a few tentative tugs, as I steady myself; now supported by both my hooves.

“I feel, almost as if I had been a Satyr!” I point out.

“If the stockings had been designed with Goat hooves, that would have been quite correct!” she responds.

“These looks equine, to the point of Horse hooves!” I observe.

“Technically, these are Pony hooves! While Ponies are considered Horses, locally; Ponies merely look like Horses!” she explains.

“Oh!” I respond, as I reach for the right glove.

I manage to extract the glove from my side of the wardrobe, then slip my hand in. Pulling the glove on, inch by inch; only to give it a few tentative tugs, in order to get the fit just right.

“How do I put the left glove on, without hands?” I inquire.

“Quite easy, just try!” she points out; “If you have problems, I will be with you, in a moment!” she adds.

“Oh, okay; thank you, I will try!” I respond, as I extract the glove.

Surprisingly enough, I manage to pull the glove out and slip my hand in, before I pull it all the way up. Granted, this is how these gloves work. The suit is not intended to require any assistance, for me to put it on. I still do enjoy, taking a moment, adjusting the fit with a few tentative tugs for each individual garment.

“Clip, clop!” I hear; as my friend hits the floor, her fore-hooves squeaking on impact.

The next instant; I find myself on all fours, right there with her. I hear her close the doors of her wardrobe, before I close the other wardrobe. No point in leaving them open, when we are eager to explore the adventure together.

“That was not too hard, was it?” she inquires.

“No!” I respond, giggling.

“Just as I thought, though I did tell you that?” she points out.

I just nod.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” I hear my hooves squeak, as I follow her.

“Clip, cop: clip, clop!” her hooves are squeaking, before me.

“Wait! This is the Pony, you were speaking of?” I inquire.

“Yes, exactly!” she points out.

I look down at the floor, watching myself. I find the hooves, just as I had been expected. Shiny hooves, glossy and beautiful. The only thing I am missing, is the tail. I have no tail.

Wait, I also have no horn; like the one my friend, Sweetie belle has on her forehead.

Of course, neither do I have wings.

Then again, I have no hands, just the four hooves.

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