The Red Crop

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I can only assume; that I had safely arrived, and been delivered at the grand Theatre where I had been scheduled to perform.

While I am still contained within the confines of the package, like the doll I still am; I have no idea, as to where I am. I merely watch the view before me, blindly; just like the doll I still am. I am nothing more, than an ordinary Doll; as extraordinary and unusual as I may be, as a doll.

I see Assistant, standing before me; watching me, where the package had been placed as a prop for a play. As I had merely been a regular prop, an item to be placed on the stage, as a simple effect.

“There you are!” assistant exclaims, as she lays eyes upon me.

“Yes!” I ponder.

“I guess, it is high time I unpack you now; so I can dress you up, for the big event!” she points out.

Of course, there is no-one else in the room. Maybe, that is for the better.

“I hope, you have fared well..” she points out, as she is looking at me.

“Just a moment, and I will have you right out of that box!” she offers; “It will just take me a moment, to liberate you for this!” she puts forth.

“I have been waiting, this far; I am fairly sure, I can manage to wait a few more minutes!” I ponder.

She is dismantling the package, plate by plate; before my very eyes, as she is doing her job. I guess she is the Assistant, for reasons. This is, what an Assistant is supposed to do: assist.

The fact; that I am ending up with my back on the floor, does not really bother me right now. At least, I am being pulled out of the package. Without any undue discomfort; on my part, as it is.

In the end; she stands with only the two sheets of crystal-clear Silicone, making up the initial sealed package containing me. I watch her, as she is dismantling this as well; as she is pulling each of the four corner-clips off of the vacuum-container.

With each of the corner-clips being removed, the vacuum-containment is weakening; to the point where air is rushing in, as the two separate sheets are coming apart.

While I am still lying on the floor, with only the one sheet under my back; I am now fully exposed to the air of the room, ready to be released and dressed up for my task.

I watch her, as she is extracting the yello inserted into my mouth. She is placing this, in a safe storage-container for the purpose of keeping it clean, for the use, when I am going to be shipped back home, after my performance. Even if I may still be a doll; I am soon about to become a living girl in the flesh, once more.

“The current configuration as Equine does not directly change or affect her performance; just her appearance, with the muzzle and ears on her head!” Assistant ponders, as she is considering my options.

“A tail would look great, on you; just as it is completing your current appearance!” she points out.

“Oh!” I ponder.

“Time to pull the plug, and release you!” she points out, as she is explaining the situation to me.

She is alone with me, knowing full-well none is listening to what she is saying. Maybe she would have been quiet, if she thought anyone had been listening?

I feel her fingers slipping into my anal cavity, as she is extracting the large plug from inside my anal cavity. It is coming out, with a sucking noise.

“There!” she offers.

With both the plugs extracted, I am finding myself reactivated; as I am changing into the girl I had been before I had entered, and the anal plug had been inserted into my rump.

While everything I had seen and felt is still in my memory, as if I had been a recording device; now my old memories are starting to come back as I am regaining full consciousness.

“I’m propping you up, placing you in a more dignified position!” she points out.

“Thank you, Assistant!” I neigh, in response.

“You are quite welcome, my dear Submissive!” she responds, understanding the equine speech perfectly.

“She has helped other girls in my position, countless times before!” I ponder.

“I will help you; untangle yourself from your current compact position!” she points out.

“I guess; I could use some help, with that!” I neigh.

“That is why I am here; with you, right now!” she merely acknowledges.

She is perfectly comfortable, with being addressed as Assistant, and is addressing others by their current designation in kind. Of course, most of the time; there is no other Assistant present in her position, just as there is no more than one of any other designation either.

I feel her hand, as she is grabbing my right arm by the wrist; before she is aiding me slowly, as she is helping me untangle the limb. Step by step, and so slow I can move with her, rather than just being pulled out of the current pose. I will have to flex my arm, for a while; once she had untangled me completely. Though that will have to wait; until she has untangled me, completely.

While my right arm had been untangled, my hand now lay on the floor. She is repeating the process; as she is grabbing my left arm by the wrist. Once she is holding the arm in a gentle, yet firm grip; she is untangling it, slowly and carefully with great respect. A moment later, both my arms have been untangled.

“Focus!” she exclaims; “Flex your fingers, and feel the life coming back to them!” she is cooing seductively.

“I guess, this is who she is!” I ponder; “She is naturally seductive, seeking the pleasure in my life!” I am realizing.

While my fingers still remain firmly spread out as wide as I had been able; I am slowly regaining the control, to flex my fingers as I am focusing on them.

“There, there!” she coos, excitedly; as she senses my progress, in following the given instruction.

“Oh, oh!” I neigh; “This is starting to feel better!” I continue.

“I will help you untangle your legs, now!” she promises.

“Yes, please!” I respond; “That would be most help-full, Assistant!” I add.

“My voice is starting to come back!” I realize; “Just a hint of my feminine, human voice is starting to come back, to me!” I continue.

With the muzzle, my face will forever remain quite equine; particularly with the equine ears on the top of my head. Though I have yet to regain the control of these, as well.

I feel her hand, as she is grabbing my right ankle; as the first step, in untangling my legs. Slowly, she is guiding my leg back into its original, intended position. As she is letting go, my leg is straight, under me, in a position permitting me to stand up, properly.

A moment later, I feel her grabbing my left ankle; before she is guiding my leg back into position. In the process; I am lying on my back, almost as if I had been sleeping or resting.

“Wriggle your toes, Please; Submissive!” she coos.

“Okay!” I neigh, in response.

“Oh, and focus on your pronunciation; even if I can hear you quite clearly, and understand what you are saying!” she points out; Others will merely hear neighs and whinnies, as if you had been a regular Pony or Horse!” she explains.

“So much to focus on!” I ponder; “Thank you, Assistant!” I respond.

“Focus, is the key to regain yourself!” she explains, matter of fact.

“Oh, of course!” I respond, as I realize, what she had just told me.

“Now, I need you to stand up!” she points out; “I will help you up, on your own two feet!” she explains.

“Thank you, Assistant!” I respond, focusing on each and every sound I make; as I am pronouncing the words, responding to her.

I feel her hands, as she is grabbing me by the waist; and how she is slowly pulling me up into a standing position.

“Shake your arms, please!” she instructs me.

“Yes!” I respond, as I feel the neighing in my voice slowly slip out of my voice with each syllable I pronounce.

I am complying, as I am shaking my arms. Just as she had commanded me to, but it is I who am shaking my arms by my own volition. My arms are not merely shaking; because she said so, or because she wants my arms to shake. I feel the liberation, as I am regaining the control of my arms.

“There, there; much better!” she coos, in excitement; as she is observing me, regaining the control of my body.

“Now, if you could shake your legs and jump up and down, for a moment!” she continues.

“Of course!” I respond; as I feel a smile spreading out, over my muzzle.

While I am following the instructions; she is producing the stockings I am supposed to wear, as a Ballerina.

“Please, slip these on!” she coos.

I accept the right stocking; slipping my foot in all the way down; before I am once more standing on my feet. Now I am accepting the left stocking; slipping the foot in; pulling it up. I afford my stockings a few tentative tugs, in order to ascertain the perfect fit: once, twice and thrice.

“Flex your feet!” she instructs me, and I comply.

I watch my feet, as I am flexing them; reminding myself, of just how beautiful a Doll I am now.

While I comply; she is producing the ballerina-slips for me. She is quietly helping me slipping them on to my feet, before she is lacing them up tightly.

“There, there!” she coos.

With the slippers laced up; I find myself once more on the tips of my toes, as I am moving over the floor.

“A pirouette?” she inquires.

“Of course!” I respond; as I perform the requested move, for her.

“Excellent, excellent!” she exclaims; “Beautiful, simply beautiful!” she coos, as she watches me puling of the move flawlessly.

“Thank you!” I respond, taking the compliment.

“Since you have confirmed; that you can perform, it is high time you move up to the stage!” Mistress prompts, as she is entering the small room.

“Yes, of course; we simply can not permit the audience to wait!” Assistant agrees.

“All the dignitaries has arrived!” Mistress is pointing out, matter of fact; with urgent emphasis.

“Is Miss May on the VIP balcony?” Assistant inquires.

“She most certainly is, I have spotted her personally!” Mistress confirms.

“Then, by all means; lead the way, and we will follow!” Assistant responds.

“Right this way, please!” Mistress pronounces, as she is opening the door; stepping out of the room.

I follow Assistant, as she is a step behind Mistress; leading the way, over to the stage, upon which I am to be performing.