Author's Note

Miss Prancer's POV

Preparing, for the Holiday: 24

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I had just stepped out of the shower, still soaking wet and water dripping from my body; as I am continuing to the small room where I am expecting the assistant to help me prepare.

The wet footprints are trailing all the way back to the shower, where the air is still steaming hot; after I had taken my time, to enjoy myself.

Can’t help but notice, how the light is slowly dimming; as I continue all the way over, to the corner of the room.

“Just a few more minutes, before she is due to enter..” I ponder; ”I love the attention, she gives me; not to mention, the attention I will have later!” I conclude.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard, as the girl I had been waiting for, enters the room.

“Prepared to become the center of attention, Miss Prancer?” she inquires, as she is approaching me.

“Yes, please!” I respond, as I am looking up at her.

Only the select few; knows why she is this glossy black, and wears the deep, Ruby bikini. She is a Changeling. As such, she is deeply revered among us.

“Your Mistress will be with you, shortly; once I had seen to your preparations!” she promises.

As if on cue, the door slides up and a porcelain white figure enters the room.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard, as my Mistress is tripping elegantly over the floor with next to no sound to her steps.

“Greetings, Miss Prancer; I take it, you are ready to prepare!” she concludes.

“Yes, please..” I confirm; “Mistress!” I conclude.

“Excellent, excellent!” she proclaims.

“Now; the crop, if you please..” she demands.

“Of course, Mistress..” she responds, as she is extracting the crop; before she is handing it over to her.

“Thank you dead..” Mistress responds, as she is accepting the requested crop.

“Mistress is so beautiful!” I ponder, as I watch her graceful form.

As I watch her holding the crop in her right hand; I can clearly see the top and skirt she is wearing, both a glossy ruby red. She is using her left hand, pinching the back of the crop’s handle; examining its fetish idol.

“Yes, everything is in order; the rein-deer will be suiting you perfectly, Miss Prancer!” she confirms.

As she had finished confirming the crop; she turns over to me, taking a few steps forwards as she is facing me. She just stops, half a step from me; looking intently at me with approval in her eyes.

She is pointing towards a gurney, intended for just this purpose; I can easily see, to my right.

As she is pointing at the gurney, I lay down; preparing myself, for her attention. I had been looking forward to this, for an entire year. It isn’t just her attention in and of itself, of course; but everything that comes with it, and the honour of being chosen.

The gurney is quite comfortable, of course. Why should I have been expecting anything else; and not just for the season, or the honour in the process.

It is not the reason, for requesting the honour; but the crystal-clear Silicone-cushions are very comfortable to me. A firm surface, containing a progressively squishy content; forming after the contours of my body, absorbing the shock and motion.

She is looking at me, in pleased bemusement; as I lay down, making myself comfortable before she acts.

“There, comfortable?” she inquires, courtly.

“Yes, Mistress!” I respond, truthfully to the point.

Of course, I am comfortable; she just asks, to be polite in the first place and I know it.

She could have been rude or ignored it; but she asked, kindly.

As she is holding the crop, clasping the handle; she is extending the crop towards my face, offering the other side towards me.

“Lick the crop, please; Miss!” she instructs me.

I part my lips, just enough; extending my tongue, lapping at the crop for her. Just the top of it, but I do lick as she had offered me to. It is required, for this process to work; for the charm to take hold, aided with the idol contained.

She is watching me lick her crop, contently; enjoying the moment, as she is preparing for the next step of the process. Namely, transforming me into the Rein-deer for this season.

Knowing, just how much I am looking forward to what is to come; we enjoy the moment, drawing it out for the joy we are sharing. Just the moment, an instant in time.

She is watching me lap at the tip of her crop, considering exactly how much saliva she needs.

A few minutes later, she is retracting the crop; taking a step back, before she is walking to the right side of the gurney.

I feel her gaze on my back, as she is considering the act. Preparing, for what is to come next.

It is an honour, for me; she could have just whacked me, but what is the fun in that?

Now I am closing my eyes, in breathless anticipation. I know she is gentle, not prone to apply more force than required.

I had enjoyed her as my Mistress since the first day I had entered.

She is taking aim, before she is placing a measured smack at the edge of my tail. Just this once, once and that is that.
A mere moment, after the wet end of the crop had hit; the tail sprouts, just as intended.

I had felt the wet smack just over my rump; as the crop had hit, with the gentle softness I know her for.

Just as I had felt the crop hitting me once; I now feel it twice, in fairly quick succession. She is hitting my rump, causing a new change coming over me.

Then, there it is again; as she is drawing the crop along the entire length of my spine; from the tip of the tail, and all the way along the length of my spine, only to end at the hairline. The change is minimal, at this point; but the initiation had taken hold of my body. I can feel it, as clear as day.

Now she is taking a step back; stopping, contemplating before she continues. Just that she is stepping around me, with soft steps along the side of my gurney.

"Clip, clop; clip, clop!” I hear, as her hooves repeatedly hit the floor.

It may be a short walk; from leaning over my back, to facing me from behind.

She is ready, preparing. Waiting, even knowing I am ready, prepared.

She is leaning forwards, bending over; planting the palm of her left hand, squarely on the smooth floor before herself. Just the one hand, her left hand; the palm of the hand, as she is supporting her pose in waiting for what is to come.

I am ready, awaiting the next move and the next change I know is coming.

“Here it comes, here it comes..” I ponder, as I am waiting.

Of course, she did not make me wait longer than I had to; as I once more feel the touch of the crop, hitting the soul of my right foot. The smooth rubbery surface, slowly sliding up my leg, like a snail. Though she leaves next to no trail behind, leaving my changing leg dry.

Naturally, the change is moving just a few inches behind, as she is continuing to slide the crop all the way up to my rump.

Once she had reached the rump, she starts over on my left foot, sliding the crop along my left leg. It is a curious sensation, to say the least. Even if I may have felt the touch of her crop before.

Why deny it? I had experienced it, felt it before. I enjoy it. So much so, that I take every chance to revisit this moment.

Just that it isn’t the moment, I had requested; it is the experience and the honour that came with it, after she had transformed me. I like being the deer, and the attention that comes with the season.

“If you spread your legs, please; Miss Prancer!” she urges me, as my legs had become fully cervine.

“Of course, Mistress!” I merely respond quietly, nodding confirmation as I spread my legs for her.

At first, I had been worried; but once I had experienced it, it no longer bothers me. I feel the tip of her crop, as she is slapping me on my mound. It sounds like a silly idea, somewhat childish; but it isn’t, how I feel it now. Maybe that is, because I am not supposed to be excited by it; but have the mound, changed into character.

If any part of me remains human, and recognizable as a girl; the immersion evaporates, and I lose everything I had been looking forward to. I simply could not have that.

While there is no real fur, but the hue of my skin slowly takes on the pattern of the intended reindeer. The fur is more of a distraction, that does not truly give me anything; but will mean I had to take the effort, of maintaining the fur for the duration.

With the furry team mascots at every arena, I can only guess it is losing its appeal.

I am not a mascot, and it was never the intent for me to appear as if I had been one.

While you may see this as a role in a play, on a theatre’s stage; but I am not dressed up or painted in make-up, I am the real deal as far as it is possible for me.

As a girl, I could put on the make-up openly any day and anywhere; none would bat an eye, or bother commenting upon it. Maybe that lost its appeal, for me; it is too natural, to even notice it.

I love the attention, I am getting as the reindeer you know as Prancer; even if I may be his female counterpart, rather than the male character in the play. As if that changed anything?

To change, or be changed is not my deal; I just enjoy the attention I get as the adorable reindeer, while still remaining myself.

I am playing a part, and Mistress is helping me.

As the changes are coming over me, I feel my legs trying to gather under me in a more quadruped stance. For now, I can still stand upright in my customary bipedal stance; even if I will be standing on the hooves, rather than on the entire foot now.

She is trotting around the gurney, upon which I lie; facing me, head on as she stops.

“How is that?” she inquires; “I hope, you are still comfortable my dear!” she continues.

“Yes, Mistress; I am quite comfortable!” I respond; “But it is a bit strange, while I am halfway there!” I point out.

“That will pass, I assure you..” she offers; “but I imagine, that you already knew this!” she concludes.

“I was expecting as much..” I respond; “it’s the transition, that is the most disconcerting anyway!” I continue.

“Neither here, nor there?” she inquires; “or just the fact, that your body is changing out of your control?” she continues.

“I guess; I will simply have to make due, with the attention my Mistress is offering me!” I ponder.

In short order; she is tapping my nose, my right and my left ear. I feel the muzzle slowly taking the form of the dear Deer I had been selected to become. My ears are moving up to the top of my head, where a Deer has hers; as they change gradually, into a Deer’s ears. My hearing and sense of taste and smell are changing in the process. Even if I can’t point at these changes, as the changes are occurring; but will find out, later.

Though I guess I do feel a bit of an itch, somewhere I can not quite put a finger on.

It isn’t so much that she had taken my fingers, but more in how I can’t quite recognize where the itch is originating from. Maybe, just maybe it is just a sensory ghost?

Of course, I know she is about to take my fingers; she just has not gotten to it, quite yet.

I am looking at my Mistress, as my face is changing into that of a reindeer; I am slowly becoming the Prancer of the story; as she is delivering my new self into the world.

My ears, twitching; curious, as to what is ahead of me. Not that I had not known, this is not new to me; it is just that I had been a girl, before she started.

Mistress aims, carefully; before she taps the right hand; drawing the crop up my arm.

I watch her, as the changes slowly are taking hold, moving up my arm. She is repeating the process, and my left arm is changing right along with my right just a moment after.

“There..” she proclaims; “you should be ready to step down onto the floor!” she concludes.

I lift my arms, pushing myself up; before I am moving down, onto the floor on the right of me.

“This does feel, just about right..” I respond.

“Clipperty, clop; clipperty, clop!” is heard, as my new hooves hit the floor.

As expected, I do manage to stand on the floor on my own two hooves; as steadily, as I was on my feet before the shower.

“Almost ready..” she points out, as I am prancing about, on the spot.

“Oh..” I exclaim, as the changes slowly conclude.

“Looking good..” I ponder, as I catch a glimpse of my reflection.

“Miss Prancer, I presume!” the Assistant offers, as she is returning.

“Yes, that is me..” I respond.

“Good, then you need to wear this!” she points out; as she is putting on something akin to a collar, but matching the designs for a reindeer.

“Oh.. .. ..” is all I get out, in response; before my voice had been changed, altered to that of a reindeer’s.

“There, perfect!” Mistress proclaims, as my Assistant is leading me out.

“I will handle the grooming of Miss Prancer, to ascertain that she is ready to manage her task!” the Assistant responds.

I follow my groom out of the room, as she is leading me out to the stables; where she is to make the final preparations.

“Seems I can never get used to this part, as the collar is muting me..” I ponder, as my mouth still struggles to word my thoughts.

“There is no way around it, trying as I may, I can’t form the words?” I ponder.

If all that comes out, is the yips and yelps of a reindeer; what is the point, in trying to speak?

“Clipperty, clop; clipperty, clop..” is heard, as my hooves repeatedly hit the hard stone floor as I am trotting at her right side.

“At least, she wants me to stay at her side..” I ponder.

The floor of my box is pink marble, and the walls had been constructed out of pink stained beech-wood.

The room is lit with a set of LED lights on the wall and the door. At least, not ancient torches.

A bed is stacked up against the wall behind the door, opposing the water and hay. On second thought, there is a large, red apple on top of the hay. It does look particularly juicy.

As reindeer, I can not, and will not eat meat; I instinctively know it, enjoying the sight of the food presented to me.

My groom opens the door, letting me in; before she is following me in, stopping only to announce my presence.

“Miss Prancer will be needing some attention!” she announces, while leaving the door open.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as the sound of feet is drawing close in haste.

Through the door enters a porcelain white girl with sapphire blue eyes and a long, flowing pink hair. I notice the hair flowing all the way down past her rump.

“Yes, Groom?” she offers.

“Her hooves need grooming, if you could please tend to it..” the Groom points out, in a businesslike manner, as she is pointing at my hooves.

“Ruby is the flavour of the season, should be just right for you?” she is offering me.

“Yes, please!” I try to mouth with the customary reindeer’s voice, so I just nod.

“Since Ruby is red, that should still fit my complexion; even if I am a reindeer, now!” I ponder.

The girl is extracting the hoof polish, uncapping it; before she is kneeling down before me, as she is starting to polish my hooves.

Just like a manicurist, she is painting the hoof; as if it had been four fingers, on my hand.

Starting from the top, in the middle and drawing down; then right and left, right and left.

While it is still unfamiliar, she is handling it in a familiar manner; making me enjoying her handiwork, throughout the entire process.

Since she had started with the right fore-hoof, she soon moves over to the left. Before she does the right and left hind-hooves in turn. My hooves shining with the red gem slowly curing on each of my hooves.

I find myself looking down, admiring the hooves on the floor; even as the girl is working, applying the polish.

She does finish the first coating, only to return to my front; repeating the process once, twice and thrice.

“That should last her the season?” the girl offers.

“Yes, I believe it will..” the Groom agrees; “though you could offer her one more service?” she continues.

“Of course!” the girl responds, as she is capping the vial.

I watch her, as she is putting the vial of hoof-polish away; before she is producing another vial, of previously unfamiliar crystal-clear oily gel.

As I am watching her; she is kneeling before me, picking up my right hoof. From there, she is applying the gel to the frog of my hoof. At first, it feels cool as my hoof is absorbing the gel; before it is growing warm, as the gel is having its desired effect.

“Can you hold your hoof off of the floor, for as long as you feel the warmth?” she inquires.

I just nod.

“Good, then I can continue, working your left hoof..” she merely points out; as she is letting go of my right hoof, picking up my left hoof intent on continuing the treat.

“Yes, please!” I try to mouth, but no words are being heard as I am effectively mute.

All that came over my lips, was the reindeer’s noises; nothing perceivably human, recognizable as human speech by any means. Not even I could recognize the words, in what came out of my mouth.

It is what I had been requested; what I had wanted to do and be in the first place, now I am here.

Just as I had asked for what is to come, I am still oblivious of the effects it is having upon me, my person. Still, am I to blame, or am I to blame myself for what is coming next?

As I am watching her, she is applying the gel to the soul of my left hoof; my flesh slowly turning into a cerise, rubbery suction-cup. I soon find myself growing more sensitive, as the process is taking hold of the hoof she had just treated.

I put my right hoof down, while holding the left hoof up; waiting for the process to work its magic, as it were. Just that the expression is carrying a purely physical aspect to it, in this case.

She lets go of my left fore-hoof, and I keep it up; she moves up behind me, lifting my right hind hoof and applied the gel. I feel the effects of the gel, as before, still unsure as to exactly what it is doing to and for me.

Once the hoof is ready, I set it down; signaling for her, to move over to the next hoof.

“Could you give me a quick gallop on the spot for a moment?” she suggests, just after I had finally set down my left hind hoof.

Once the hooves had been treated and ready, it is time; she needs me to be prepared, to be comfortable and aware of what it feels like.

“Yes, but of course..” I ponder, nodding before I set off to perform.

“Squeak, squeak; squeak, squeak..” is heard, as I perform.

A squeak, with each time a hoof is hitting the floor. I hear it, just as I feel the hoof hitting the floor. It is curious, but feels surprisingly good.

“There, that is exactly right..” she confirms; “but I think your hooves could take just a little bit more!” she concludes.

With that, she is repeating the process; hoof by hoof: right and left, fore and hind.

I perform a quick gallop for her, as she is asking; the result the same, but more pronounced.

She is repeating the process, a third and final time; before she is asking me to perform, once more. Now, she is satisfied. I am ready, for what is ahead of me.

I am looking forward, to what is before me.

First now, I notice that my Groom had already left my box, and the Assistant is stepping out and is closing the door behind herself.

Left alone, with just my food and water. I am alone, but it is not bothering me.

As a reindeer, I am a quadruped; standing on all fours, thus incapable of opening the door by myself. Maybe I could learn, picking up the trick; but that is taking me more time than I have here. Besides, I don’t care to leave.

With nothing better to do, I do not permit anything distract me, as I step over to my meal. I start out, enjoying the apple; just as juicy as I had been expecting it would be.

Now I have my fill of the hay, before I turn to the water. I drink until I had quenched my thirst before I trot over to the bed.

I lie down, enjoying a moment of rest.

Maybe there is still a Human inside, even if the body is completely reindeer.

As I lie down, I close my eyes, falling asleep.

The day is at an end.