Twin Raritys'

Chapters

Initiating my Rarity: 1
Engaging Rarity: 2
Returning the Favour: 3
Confirmation and Extraction: 4
A New Morning: 5
Returning, with Gifts: 6
Intimate Exploration: 7
A Shared Excitement: 8
Is this a new Day: 9
Sharing a Moment: 10
Going Out: 11
Hitting the Town: 12
A New Day: 13
Sweetie Belle: 14
Setting Up Shop: 15
Store Management: Acquired: 16

Initiating my Rarity: 1

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I had finally managed to acquire the holographic character: Rarity. Though I had bought the tube version for myself, as well.

”Should I insert the tube first, before I engage the holographic Rarity; or, should i engage the holographic character first?” I ponder, as I am stepping into my home.

Since I am inside, I close the door behind myself; before I take my shoes off of me.

”While they did give me the details and measurements; but if I am slipping the tube in first, I will have a real sense of my measurements as Rarity!” I ponder.

I step over the black stone tile floor, on my way out of the cloaking room. I can’t quite help, but admiring the pink cherry wood panels the walls are laid with.

I open the dark oak wood door, step into the living room and close the door behind myself.

The floor is dark oak wood, but the walls are laid with the same pink cherry wood as in the cloaking room. I had come to love the style, thus acquired this for myself.

”Naturally, I will have to undress before I could insert the tube!” I mumble, to myself.

I am alone, so that is not an issue. Once I had walked up to the wardrobe in my bed room, I stop and slide up the doors before me. Only affording the interior of my wardrobe a moment, glancing over everything before me.

Blouses hanging on the right, over the skirts. Socks and panties stacked neatly. The wash bin on the floor, readily awaiting the last day’s used clothes.

”Maybe I could have worn these clothes, the rest of the day?” I ponder; ”But it does not feel fresh, to put on unwashed, and used clothes!” I consider.

I had to disrobe, in order to slip in the tube. Maybe someone would have told me, just to slip down the panties a few inches. That girl is not me, however. I just do not act like that, you see.

With the consideration out of the way, I promptly slide down my white cotton skirt; before I kick it up, catching it with my right hand and unceremoniously slip it into the washing bin. A moment later, I repeat the process with my panties. Just common, white cotton panties; nothing fancy, for a day shopping.

”I feel a bit exposed, but Rarity will not even notice!” I ponder, as I am reflecting over my situation.

With that, I am unbuttoning the blouse; from the top to the bottom. I pull the blouse of and leave it onto the fresh pile of used clothes I had just deposited into the washing bin.

”I love to wear silk..” I ponder; ”But I save the finer wears, for more special occasions when I feel the need or urge to dress up and look good!” I continue.

Naturally; the silk is in the second wardrobe, with the finer wears. As opposed to the cotton wears I had just slipped off of me, leaving them to be washed, next opportunity. I keep them separated, mainly for more practical reasons.

”Just one more, and I am free to slip that tube in..” I ponder; as I am pulling the white cotton socks off of my feet, leaving them on the pile to be washed.

Since I am nude, I turn around; picking up the crystal-clear silicone tube. With the tube on my extended right index finger, I slowly and carefully insert the tube into my anal cavity. Feeling the cool, slippery material slide in effortlessly.

”That was a bit too easy..” I ponder; just before I feel the membrane of the tube starting to slide further in, coating and covering the anal cavity inwards inch by inch.

Only now; it is slowly turning a glossy silicone-white, in the process.

I had seen the image of Rarity on the package and the poster, as well as read up on the details covering the package of the product. Rarity is a female character, of course; everyone knew that much of her, even if they were not familiar with her character. She is after all a fabulous character, and a celebrity in her very own right. There is no denying it.

The character I had acquired, is naturally in a human form; even if her original characteristics are outwards apparent, and on the nose obvious. This is; what sells the product, in the first place.

Once the tube’s membrane had spread further into me, than I can feel; it starts spreading out over my skin, slowly but undenyingly covering my skin. Inch by inch, it is coating me in Rarity’s silicone white.

Only once it covers my entire body, does it start to enforce her figure and measurements upon my body. By then, it had already entered every orifice of my body; including nose and ears.

I feel my waist narrow and my hips swell; these are the first and most obvious changes I am exposed to. Naturally; my ears move up to the top of my head, changing into her equine form. My nose is transforming into her muzzle, and I am sprouting her Unicorn horn.

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Engaging Rarity

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Engaging Rarity: 2

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Initiating my Rarity

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I am nude, as I enter the living room, USB-stick in my extended right hand; I approach the holographic emitter, preparing for what I am about to do.

Three feet from the emitter, the slot is open, preparing to accept the stick.

As I had taken the final step, I slowly slip the stick into the slot; waiting for the unit to initialize, so that I can finally engage Rarity. I was about to say; in the flesh, but that is not quite correct. She is just a hologram. That is how the manufacturers had wanted it, and it is how the programmers and the creators intend for it to stay.

Just too bad, for them; third party merchants had not accepted the verdict; producing the products, permitting me to bypass this limitation.

As the unit had finished processing the programming, I can see Rarity standing on the screen. I have a selection of options to choose from. Fairly simple; I am given the chance to personalize her, so that she is fitting in with me where I live. Even if there are limits, to what options I had been given.

I can see the Pony before me, even if I know I could as easily change her into a fully human form. There is the chance to make her equine, but what is the fun in that; unless I had intended to ride her as if she had just been a common horse?

I choose the Anthropomorphic option, which is the middle ground. She retains everything that identifies her as Rarity. Mane, tail, horn and ears. Could I have permitted her to keep the make-up, as part of her default settings? I chose to forgo this option, in favour of applying it in person. I do have my reasons, even knowing the manufacturers would not support this. (Who cares!)

“Beautiful!” I mumble, as I am observing her before me, looking into her sapphire blue eyes.

Naturally, her skin is the same silicon white as mine is right now. While I had not seen it, my eyes are the same blue hue as hers too.

“I want her to be Rarity..” I mumble; “my Rarity..” I continue.

Her body is mainly human, no doubt about it. Her face still that of Rarity, even on a human head. The ears do not present any problems; her personal features, seamlessly blended with the features of the human body.

This far, she is staring blankly before herself, not really seeing anything in the room. She is not in the room, yet.

While I am adjusting her form, she is unconscious. She will only gain or regain her consciousness, once I am hitting engage. This is saving vital system resources, as well as limiting the chance she is getting any issues once while and after the changes has been completed. How thoughtful of them? Though I realize, this is also shielding them against the storm of complaints, from customers experiencing these issues.

Step-by-step, I had adjusted her to mirror me, in the form the tube had granted me. It had been tricky, to match the appearance perfectly; but, I think it will be worth it in the end.

“Engage!” I mumble, as I give the emitter the final command.

I am watching her slowly take on space, before she is floating down towards the floor; taking on the appearance of substance and conscious. As her hooves are finally touching the floor before me, she had picked up the appearance of Rarity; no longer a mere image or lifeless imitation of the idol I had seen on the image. She is looking at me, as is if she is actually seeing me; not merely pointing her head, in my general direction.

“Greetings, Rarity; welcome to my home!” I address her.

“Greetings, and thank you for inviting me into your home!” she responds, with the voice clearly belonging to Rarity herself.

She is standing before me, relaxing. She is clearly confident and relaxed, how typically Rarity?

“Would you like to join me, over a cup of tea?” I offer, knowing she does enjoy a good cup of tea as much as I do.

“Yes, please!” she responds.

“Right this way, please!” I respond, leading her out of the room; leading her to my kitchen, where I am preparing the tea for the both of us.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard, as we are walking out of the room, and continue towards the kitchen.

“Of course, she is just as bare hoofed as I am!” I ponder, giggling at the reflection.

I open the door to my kitchen, and she is following me just a step behind. As expected; she is closing the door behind herself, just as she had stepped over the threshold.

I fill up the boiler, before I activate it; waiting for the water to heat up, before I can prepare the tea for the both of us. There is a tick, just as the water is starting to boil; the device automatically turning itself of, and it slowly grows quiet.

I pick up the wooden box, containing a selection of select blends I use to enjoy; opening it, as I am presenting her with the choice. I watch her smile brighten, as she is considering the option of delect flavours I had just offered her to choose from.

As I am watching, she is sniffing for the scents as she is reading the labels; making her choice, picking the tea bag of her choice.

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Returning the Favour

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Returning the Favour: 3

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Engaging Rarity

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”Thank you, darling..” she responds; ”would you mind, if I were to return the favour?” she inquires.

”No, darling..” I respond; ”In fact, I would love it!” I respond.

”Since I am fully physical, all-ready; if could not hurt..” I ponder; ”it is just going to look like regular make-up!” I consider, as I am accepting her gracious offer.

”If you place your hands on the table, before you; then spread your fingers wide, so I can apply the polish!” she offers.

I follow the instructions, eagerly; as I am looking forwards to the result, in breathless anticipation. I know Rarity knows and understands how manicure works. If she had been a Pony, originally; but at least in her human form, she grasp this perfectly.

I watch her, as she is uncapping the vial; before she is starting the process of polishing my nails. One at the time, from the thumb to the pinkie finger; right and left hand in turn. She starts from the middle, at the root of each nail; drawing the stroke all the way down over the tip; right and left, right and left.

She gently grabs the wrist of the hand and turn the palm up; before she applies the polish under the entire nail.

”Beautiful..” I breathe, as I am admiring her work.

”While I am at it, I could as well finish the work, completing your manicure?” she offers.

She quietly caps the vial of nail-polish, while she is examining the palm of my right hand, before she is reaching for the next vial. A moment later, she is uncapping the vial of gel intended for her touch pads.

Since I had modeled her, after the form my tube came with; naturally, I have the highly sensitive touch pads just as she has.

For a moment; the gel is feeling slippery and wet. The moment subsides, as the effect is slowly dissipating; until the pads are comfortably dry, as if the gel had never been applied in the first place. What the effect of this gel is, to me; I have no idea, partially since it is an unsupported third-party product in the first place. Not to mention; it had been intended for these holographic characters, not for physical humans.

While I am experiencing the gel drying up, pondering the effects it may have upon me; she had been capping the vial, then uncapped the one I had used to apply onto the suction-cup making up the palms of her hands.

I watch her, as she is applying the clear and viscous gel onto the palms of my hand; then how the glossy surface slowly turns mate and smooth.

”If these suction-cups work as intended, the way I had intended for them to work; I probably have to be careful, with how I place my hands from now on?” I ponder.

The touch-pads had been more of an exciting, curious effect; with little, to no effect upon my life. I may have to reconsider this, though.

While I am considering the effects of the manicure, she is producing the lip-liner, in preparation for my make-up. I part my lips, slightly; as I smile at her.

”There, that is perfect!” she offers, as she is drawing the clear lip-liner along the border of my lips.

From the right, to the left; on my upper lip and from the left to the right, on my lower lip. With that, she had created a border for the lip-stick she was about to apply onto my lips.

I feel the brush following the outer contour she had just applied, as she is applying the lip-stick onto my lips. From the middle and outwards; right and left, right and left. She continues all the way, as far as she can apply the lip-stick. She is repeating the process, painting my lower lip.

I had chosen this electric, metallic blue lip-stick for her; that is the same colour, she is applying to my lips. Incidentally, it is the same hue as I had chosen for her eye-shadows, based on the colours she had been using before.

Once she had painted my lips, she is applying a lip-gloss onto my lips; coating my upper and lower lips with the wet and glossy finish.

”Close your eyes, please!” she instructs me, and I eagerly comply.

”Good!” she mumbles, as she starts to apply the eye-shadow to my upper eyelids, right and left.

She is finishing, by applying the shadow to my lower eye-lids, right and left.

The effect is a smooth and somewhat rubbery surface of my lips and eye-lids; just as the product had been intended to offer her, as the holographic character she is. I had just forgotten to consider, what the effects would be for me; since I never had expected, for her to extend the favour to me. I should have known better, considering it is Rarity; she is after all the element of generosity.

”As Rarity, I do not need to care about how well the colours match; I just go with the colours, matching her colour pallet!” I ponder.

”As twins; we can share both the clothes, and the make-up!” I ponder.

”If you place your hands, palms down; spreading your fingers wide, please!” she suggests.

As I comply, I feel the smooth surface of the table under my hands; she places her hands over mine, gently pressing down as she is caressing the backs of my hands.

”Oo-oh!” I sigh, enjoying the moment.

”Squeak” is heard, as the suction-cups are engaged.

She continues for but a moment longer, before she is pulling back.

”Just relax, please; enjoy the moment, while I polish your hooves!” she offers.

If I would have tried to pull back, now; I would have destroyed the mood of the moment, feeling the suction holding my hands in place.

Of course; neither the make-up, nor the manicure would change me all that much. Since this is the first time I am wearing the tube, I have not had the time to test it out as much as I am sure I will; but I know I will enjoy wearing it, plenty of times in the future.

I had chosen to insert the tube, before I introduced myself to Rarity; but this does not mean, I can’t extract it with her in the room. As a matter of fact; I could even ask her, if she could extract the tube for me. Just not, right now.

She is polishing my hooves, in the same manner she had polished my nails; just that she is using a larger brush, and has to apply several more strokes of polish to my hooves.

Just as with my nails, the hooves had slowly but undenyingly been saturated with the clear sapphire-gel polish; leaving my hooves with the same glossy surface, as my nails. My hooves will become just as hard and adamant, as my nails too.

”She is only applying the polish to the hard surface of the hoof, but not the soft surface under the hooves!” I ponder.

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Confirmation and Extraction

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Confirmation and Extraction: 4

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Returning the Favour

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Since I am alone at home, with Rarity as my only company; I had felt comfortable, wearing nothing and thus staying perfectly nude in her company. I am still completely comfortable, staying stark naked in her company.

”Just in case, I should explore the possibility; extracting the tube, before I dress up and step out of our home..” I ponder, as I am reaching behind my back.

With the index finger of my right hand extended, I probe my rump; soon finding the tight orifice, while the finger eagerly slips in.

Not that I had been expecting any resistance, even if I had found myself tighter than expected; there is still a strange and unfamiliar sense to the act, but I had not taken into consideration the long nail or the sensitive touch-pad.

The smooth silicone is much slipperier and more elastic, than I could possibly have been anticipating. Just that the tube is a fairly thin and flimsy item, easily inserted into the orifice it had been intended for.

At first I fail to get a grip, but when I finally do manage to get a vaguely tenuous grip; it is slippery and tries to slip away. I try to pull at it, only to find it stretching further and further; while eagerly and sticking to my flesh, and stretch.

"Yelp!” I exclaim, as I lose the grip and it snaps right back into place.

”Maybe, just maybe; it would have been easier, if I could see what I am doing?” I ponder, considering if I ought to ask Rarity for help.

Somehow, she had picked up on what I had tried to do; even if I had not uttered a word, to the effect.

”Oh!” she offers, as she is stepping up before me.

She is placing her hands on my still nude rump, her right hand sliding over my silicone-white rump. I feel her playfully pressing just enough, to make it into a playful gesture in the process; only for her now extended index finger of her right hand sliding right in unhindered.

I feel a pinch, as she is getting a firm grip and pulls at the plug. She had gotten a firm grip, of that insistent tube lodged deep in my rump, from what I can feel. She gives the tube a few tentative tugs, feeling it stretch; before she gives it a severe yank, almost making me fall over her in the process. While the tube is still sticking to me; but that final yank still pulled it clear out of me.

With the extracted tube in her hand, she pushes me and helps me to regain my balance so that I can stand up; before she is taking a step back, once more looking at me. Naturally; my skin tone soon reverts to the original, pinkish hue. Though my lips and eye-lids stubbornly refuse to change back.

My nails remain long and glossy, just as the design for my Rarity; the sensitive touch-pads and the suction-cups also remain unchanged. Otherwise, I guess I am reverting back to my original human form.

One small detail remaining, the polished hooves is incapable of reverting; the products had bonded to my physical body, in a manner that prevents me from reverting any further.

”I have a gift for you!” she offers, presenting me with a small box.

"Thank you, Rarity!” I respond, as I am accepting the gift.

A pair of panties, a skirt and a top. All in a matching, deep purple. One small detail, the panties are including a vaginal and an anal plug. Other than that, there is no real surprise; these garments do fit me, due to the fact that we are sharing measurements. She had known it, all along.

”You are quite welcome, my dear!” she responds.

I hesitantly pull out the panties and step into them, before I am pulling them all the way up; only to feel the plugs touching my skin, just before I can pull them all the way up. The plugs slid right in, as if guided by unseen hands; holding the tight panties in place, effortlessly.

The skirt does not offer any unforeseen surprise, as I am pulling it up. With the skirt on, I finally do pull the top up and out of the package; before I pull it down over my head, affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. The top fits me, as if it had been painted right onto my skin; just a bit tight, if I can say so myself. Yet, it is not too tight; making me find myself comfortable, comforted by the garments she had given me.

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A New Morning

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A New Morning: 5

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Confirmation and Extraction

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As I wake up; I hear sounds of Rarity in the other room, as she is moving in her bed.

I am still wearing the top and panties she gave me the day before, but I had taken the skirt off of me. It is not what I am wearing in bed, simply put.

The room is still dark, due to the early hour; I light up a lamp, close to my bed, in order to see what is in the room. Naturally, nothing had changed since the night before. As if I had been expecting it. Since I am fully awake, I just prefer to see the room lit.

With the light on, I carefully fold the quilt up towards the wall; before I swing my legs towards the room, effectively sitting up in the process. From there, I push myself forwards, sliding down towards the floor; standing up, before I once more turn towards my bed.

I fold the quilt back, into a smooth surface of the bed, before I am once more turning away from the bed.

With the bed made, I turn towards the wardrobe, walking the short distance to the foot end of the room.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard, as I am walking over to the wardrobe.

Of course; the hooves had still not reverted back into human feet, after she had applied the hoof polish the other day. When I look down, I can clearly see the effect of the polish she had so graciously applied to my hooves the other day; they are still as glossy now, as they were just after the gel had saturated my hooves and cured.

”I guess that means; that I will not have to bother with make-up, today!” I ponder.

Now I am opening the door to my wardrobe, scanning the interior for something to wear; my eyes soon fall onto the skirt I had been wearing the day before, I pull it out and step into it. I had ignored all my old clothes. Doubt they would fit, or be very fitting right now.

While I am standing before my wardrobe, I hear the noises of Rarity stepping out of her bed, making the bed and walking over to her wardrobe. While I can not see her, but I know she is slipping into her clothes.

Once I had slipped into my new skirt, I close the door to the wardrobe; before I turn my back to the wardrobe and walk to the door. I open the door and step out; before I am closing the door behind myself and walk towards the kitchen.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop!” I hear, as I walk over the floor.

These equine noises, of hooves hitting the floor is still new and curious to me; knowing it is something I will simply have to get used to, considering the hooves are not going away.

I had noticed Rarity exiting her room and initially walking towards the door out; before she is changing her mind, walking towards the kitchen. I notice a strange expression over her face, as she had failed to leave the home; not knowing why. The reason being; the programming preventing her from leaving the cover of the holographic emitter, maintaining her form.

”I think you need a cup of tea!” I point out; ”Aside from a steady breakfast!” I add, almost as an afterthought.

”Of course; I would need that breakfast myself, and the cup of tea would be lovely right now!” I realize.

”A cup of tea, would be wonderful; would you share it with me?” she responds.

”Of course!” I offer.

”I’m preparing something to eat, while you make the tea; I am sure, you know where everything is..” I put forth.

She is filling the boiler up to the line, before she is activating it; watching it boil, before she is pouring the scolding water into the two cups. One tea bag in each cup. She is patiently watching the water, as the tea is slowly brewing.

While she is managing the tea, I am preparing the salad. Shopping the vegetables, mixing them up with the salad. I pour up a portion for her, and one for me; leaving the rest in the bowl, for later.

Once I had finished preparing and serving the salad; I spread the butter onto the bread.

”That does smell delicious!” I respond, as I am watching her preparing the tea.

”Thank you, dear; and the salad does look positively scrumptious!” she responds.

”Thank you, Rarity!” I respond; ”Dig in, you will need it, just as much as I do!” I continue.

She sniffs the scent of the breakfast, approvingly; before she is sitting down, grabbing the fork and stabs her salad. I watch her chewing, while I sit and enjoy my portion. I just take an intermittent sip of the delicious tea she had just prepared for the two of us, while I enjoy the meal with her.

”She will not put on weight, before the emitter has rejected the stick!” I ponder, musing as I continue to enjoy my salad.

I notice how her belly does start to bulge, but that is just how the holographic matrix is handling the food she is consuming. She can’t consume more food, than she can process within a reasonable time-span.

”I think, I should have one more portion of your delicious salad..” she points out, as she is filling her bowl up once more; ”It feels, as if I need to fill up; so that I can be free of the limitations, the holographic matrix is putting on me!” she continues, explaining her point of view.

”Yes, please do..” I respond; ”I don’t want to keep you prisoner, in here; under these limitations, by any means!” I conclude.

”Maybe, just maybe; I could keep myself occupied, if I had something to do?” she suggests.

”Just mention, what you need; and I will try, to gather whatever you may need!” I offer.

She fills up her bowl, before she is digging in; enjoying the still fairly crisp salad, I had prepared for the two of us.

”A drawing board, fabrics and accessories would be great!” she starts out, as she is explaining what she needs.

”I’ll see, what I can pick up for you; in order for you to establish the business, so that you can enjoy your craft..” I respond.

”For starters, I could always fill your wardrobe?” she offers.

”I would love that, very much..” I respond; ”that would give you a chance, to start up your practice; so that you can establish your name, into a brand people will ask for!” I continue.

Of course, I do not have any shoes that would possibly fit me now; after she had polished my hooves, preventing the changes to revert. Since it is fairly warm outside, I could walk out the door fairly comfortably; even if I know, she can’t follow me out just yet. Fortunately, I can still walk out; so that I can purchase everything we could possibly need; both to sustain ourselves, and to engage in fun activities.

”Bye, Rarity; I will be back with some of your supplies, shortly!” I exclaim.

”Bye, dear; I am looking forwards, to see what you pick up for us!” she responds.

With that, I had opened the door; closing it, just as I had stepped out of our home.

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Returning, with Gifts

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Returning, with Gifts: 6

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A New Morning

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I had not been able to push her out of my mind. The image of her generous body, standing before me; the silicone-white skin covering her beautiful curves.

Now I had wanted to give her something back, not just as a payment for her company and her current predicament; but a gift worthy of her. With that, I had visited several stores, buying everything I could offer her.

I had walked up to the door to what had previously been my own home, now our home. Pulling the door up, stepping into the cloaking room, before I had closed the door behind me.

”Honey, I’m home!” I exclaim, just after I had heard the click indicating the door is firmly closed.

”Greetings, dear!” she responds.

”I managed to catch some of the supplies for you to get started; so that you have something of your own, to do!” I point out, as I am offering her a large package.

”Thank you, dear!” she responds, visibly brightening up; knowing what I had brought her.

While I could not buy her a sewing machine just yet, or carry a Pone-equine with me; I could at least bring her a fair supply of fabric and associated items, along with a decent sketching set so that she can sketch up a few fresh designs.

She had taken the time, to explore the space available to her while I had been out; knowing where she could house the business. Naturally, she is fully capable of lifting the package I had given her; now she is carrying it, to the room she had chosen for this purpose.

I leave several packages in the cloaking room, where I stand; before I carry the groceries with me, into the kitchen. It is not just that I will need more food for the two of us; but I want to make sure, I have everything she can eat at home. She will after all require a supplemented diet; for her to pick up enough mass, for the emitter to eject the stick as soon as possible. She can’t even consider approaching the door, as it is now; before she had acquired the mass, required for her to become a fully physical person.

Shelving the supplies does not take all that long; so I return to the cloaking room, where I had left the rest of the items I had brought home for the both of us.

First I carry a small package with me, into my room; before I am unpacking its content, examining what I had acquired for her as a surprise. I put on a pair of gloves and the pair of panties for her; before I uncap the bottle of lubrication, promptly applying the lubrication to both her vaginal and anal plug respectively. I take several minutes, caressing the respective plug; working the gel into the silicone material, leaving the plugs slippery and wet.

”That should make them slip right in, effortlessly..” I ponder; "I just hope, she will enjoy wearing these panties..", I continue; ”Both the somewhat larger plugs, and the effect wearing them will have upon her!” I conclude.

”Should I present the gift to her now, or later?” I ponder.

I place the panties back into the box they had come in, before I am carrying it with me; following the sounds of Rarity, into the room she had chosen.

”I hope, the fabrics are to your liking!” I offer, as I am entering the room.

She is smiling, brightly; enjoying herself, as she is just finishing putting everything into place.

”The fabrics certainly do look, and feel fine; I should be able to work with these for a few days, producing fine wears of my own designs..” she responds; ”and I can sketch up several designs, based on these materials; with the sketching set, you fetched for me!” she continues, beaming like the sun at me.

”Great, then we can enjoy the rest of the day together..” I respond; ”and you will be busy, with what you enjoy doing, while I have to go out!” I conclude.

”Yes, dear; thank you, for everything!” she exclaims.

By the way, I brought you a little gift; even if I know you don’t really need clothes, while you are inside!” I offer.

She finishes rummaging around in the room, stopping for long enough, to see the small package I am holding before me; accepting the gift, before opening it to see what I had given her.

”A pair of panties?” she puts forth, as she had extracted the garment; ”these do look just about right!" she continues.

”I think, I should try them on, right away..” she offers; pulling her regular panties off of her, before she is stepping into the once I had just given her.

”Oo-oo-ooh!” she exclaims, as she is feeling the tips of the plugs touching her.

She finds herself contracting, instinctively, directly upon contact. As firm as the contraction is, the plugs enter effortlessly. Just that the further in the plugs slide; the more pronounced the contraction becomes, leaving her slippery orifices contracting so tight she had not been prepared for it.

”Surprisingly delicious!” she merely breathes; as she manages to gather herself, from the experience.

”I thought, you would enjoy it..” I respond; ”based on the description..” I continue.

I had forgotten, to mention that the gel is laced with a special bond that makes the effect permanent.

”On second thought; now I want to wear a pair of panties, like the once I just gave her to wear!” I realize, in shock.

”Maybe, I could buy myself an anal plug with suction-cup base, then lubricate it for my personal use?” I ponder; ”Maybe I should buy myself a vaginal plug, matching the anal plug as well..” I consider.

I know there are a few shops, selling the products I had in mind; I could always go there and ask for some recommendations.

Of course, that would have to wait until tomorrow; I don’t want to go out more today, and leave Rarity alone. While I know she has her hands full, right now; but unless it is a pressing matter, this can wait for another day or two.

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Intimate Exploration

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Intimate Exploration: 7

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Returning, with Gifts

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After having one cup of tea, too many; I had taken the opportunity, to explore the girls’ room.

There is nothing special about the room. It is intended for me to relieve myself.

She only had one regular water closet, so that is what I have to use now. There is nothing strange, or mystic about it; I just sit down, and relax.

Naturally, there is a sink with running water as well; both cold and hot. I can see a few towels, hanging beside the sink. The first is hers, making the second mine. The rest would be for guests; but I don’t bother looking closer, I have no reason.

I close the door behind myself, and lock the door. Not that I would need to, as long as she is the only one I am sharing our home with; but I prefer to lock the door, mainly out of old habit.

Sweetie Belle had moved out, a while back; after she had finally acquired her cutie mark, and become her own mare. I think she moved out, with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo.

Of course, I can’t exactly forget that I am wearing these panties; the integrated plugs are filling me up, making me contract quite firmly. The more of the lubricated plug is touching me, the more pronounced the contraction becomes. Both the plugs are fully inserted, so the sensation is quite acute.

The plugs are fairly small, and can’t rivet themselves; so the panties should be fairly easy to slip out of. At least, it is what I am expecting.

As I am standing before the toilet, I place my hands on my hips; sliding my fingers in, pulling the panties down. The panties themselves do not make any resistance, beyond the tight material hugging my hips; but that is not a problem, for me. These panties may be tight, but they are also quite elastic. Something I will just have to get used to, I guess; not that it is bothering me, it is just a new sensation.

At first, it feels as if the plugs are trying to resist, by pulling at me; though the struggle is fairly short, before I find them slipping out of me and my panties slipping right off of me. Still, there is a sucking noise as the plugs fall out; the contraction slowly subsiding, at least to a point. It leaves me feeling relaxed, even if I am still contracting enough to be considerably tighter than I had ever been.

Once I had pulled the panties off of me, stepping out of them. I place them on a nearby shelf; leaving them there, while I am relieving myself.

I sit down, relaxing; finding the liquid squirting out, just as expected. Nothing strange, to it. I am enjoying the moment, as the internal pressure is subsiding throughout the entire process. I reach down, to explore how it feels to the touch; largely based on the previous sensations, and the sucking noise I had heard as the plugs fell out.

”Firm..” I ponder, as I feel the mound under the now extended index finger of my right hand; ”slippery and wet..” I continue, considering the sensations; ”almost, as if the viscous gel lubricant had been coating my vagina even now?” I conclude.

The skin feels almost as if it had been smooth silicone coating me, coated by that slippery gel the plugs had been prepared with. Naturally; there is no way the gel would smear, or rub off on anything.

This had been a new experience to me, and even more so with the added effects she had given me; but it is an experience I will have several times every day, as in my current form. It isn’t, as if I were to change back into the Pony I used to be.

I lick my lips, in excited anticipation.

Since I am done, I raise to my hooves and turn to pick up my panties, from where they have been resting and waiting for my attention. I flush, before I step into the panties, pulling them up. I once more feel the tips of the plugs touching me.

”Ooo-oo-ooh!” I breathe; as I once more find myself contracting, momentarily distracted from what I was doing.

As I regain my composure, I start to pull my panties up. Only to find the plugs effortlessly slipping right in; as the contraction has grown more and more pronounced, as I pull the panties up and the plugs slowly slide further and further in.

”That..” I mumble; ”was intense!” I conclude, as I had slipped into the panties, and pulled them all the way up.

I still do feel the tight panties hugging my hips; just as I can’t quite ignore the plugs that had just slipped into my anal and vaginal orifices respectively.

”Did the second insertion just make me contract more?” I ponder.

Since I am done, with the business here, I am washing my hands; before I turn towards the door and open. Stepping out, just to end up in the cloaking room.

Had I been born a human girl; I would have been blushing now, after the experience of reinserting the plugs. I guess it is advantageous, not to have that problem to be worrying about. My face is after all the same pure, silicone-white and shy as it has always been.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop!” I hear with each and every step I take as I walk out to the kitchen.

In a sense, I am already used to the sound of equine hooves, from my former life as a Pony in Ponyville; but it is a bit different as bipedal, so I will still have to adjust with the differences. I know this is different for her, considering how she never had hooves before I met her.

”A cup of tea; would be nice, right now!” I suggest.

”That sounds about right!” she responds; as she is entering the kitchen, just a few steps behind me.

I fill the boiler up, before I engage it; waiting for the water to heat up, so that I can brew myself a cup. While the water is heating up, I place our cups on the table, placing one tea-bag in each.

”Maybe I should have myself a bite..” I ponder; ”there should be some of the salad left, from before!” I conclude.

I open the fridge, pull out the bowl of salad and put it onto the table. Now I pull out a bowl and place it onto the table; before I scoop up a portion of salad, filling my bowl. I manage to have just enough time, to pick a fork, placing it with the salad.

Since the water is just boiling, I pick up the boiler, pouring water in both our cups; brewing the tea, for the both of us. Once the tea is ready, I extract the bags from the cups.

”Your tea is ready!” I offer, taking a sip of my tea.

Now I am pulling out a chair, sitting down; taking a new sip of the tea, before I stab the salad and stick the fork into my mouth. I chew the still fresh salad, washing it down with the tea.

”Thank you, Rarity!” she responds; as she is pulling out the next chair, sitting down before me.

I watch her, as she takes her first sip; before I stab my salad once more.

I lean back, as I am enjoying myself; chewing salad, sipping tea. Little by little, the sense of the panties and their integrated plugs melts away, to the point where I had almost forgotten them altogether. Even before I had even finished my first cup of tea.

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A Shared Excitement

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A Shared Excitement: 8

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Intimate Exploration

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”She had apparently bought a few toys!” I ponder.

”I should help her, exploring these to the best of my abilities; so I will have to help her, preparing them for her!” I mumble to myself.

I pick up the large anal plug and a special ultra strong lubrication she had chosen. Not only is it much thicker than the one she had before, but it is also causing considerably stronger contraction than the one she bought before.

I put on a pair of gloves, before I am dipping the plug in the gel; slowly caressing the plug, until it is completely saturated with the clear gel, now leaving her plug glossy and glistering even in the faintest of indoors light.

”I hope she is enjoying this; because I am looking forward to assisting her, in the exploration!” I ponder, smiling.

I had found a suction-cup gel, included in the package she had brought home.

She had entered the girls’ room, leaving me to prepare these items; while she is inserting the tube, I imagine.

As she emerges from the girls’ room, I am waiting for her; leading her into the kitchen.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard from our hooves, as we are walking into the kitchen.

”I take it, you have prepared for me to treat you?” I inquire.

”Then you prepared, for the session?” she inquires.

”Yes, I most certainly did, dear!” I respond.

”Great!” she exclaims.

”If you sit down, please; so I can get you into the mood!” I instruct her.

She slowly sits down, waiting for what I had in mind for her.

”If you place your hands, on the table; fingers spread and palms down..” I continue, and she eagerly complies.

”There..” I offer, as I am uncapping the nail polish.

”One small detail, if I may?” I suggest, before I place my hands over hers; as she is nodding ascent, I press down her hands onto the table top.

”Squeak!” is heard, as her suction-cups are engaged, now holding her hands firmly in place.

”That should hold your hands firmly in place!” I point out.

”You think?” she inquires, as I am shifting my focus towards her manicure.

I start from the middle, at the root of her thumb nail and draw the brush all the way over the tip; before I continue, right and left, right and left. Now I polish each nail of her right hand in turn, ending at the pinkie fingers.

Naturally, I coat the back of the nail. Before I am sealing it completely, by drawing the final line from the right to the center; then from the left to the center along the edge, of each of her nails.

I repeat the process; polishing each of the nails of her left hand, in the same manner.

”How does it look?” I inquire.

”Stunning, so glossy I can see my reflection in the surface!” she responds.

”Could you give your right hand a tentative tug, please!” I suggest.

”Oh, okay!” she responds, tentatively trying to lift her hand off of the table: once, twice and thrice; but to no avail, the hand stays firmly on the surface.

”Oh..” she exclaims.

”And your left hand?” I inquire, inciting her to try to lift her other hand.

”Of course!” she responds; as she tries once more, tugging at the left hand: once, twice and thrice; yet the result is the same, just as expected.

”Interesting; the suction is enough to actually hold your hand in place, at least resisting this amount of effort on your part!” I point out.

”Then I was correct, being cautious about getting stuck!” she exclaims.

”Would not have been fun, if it had been nothing more than a novelty gimmick?” I inquire, as I slip in the tip of the extended index finger of my right hand under the palm of her hand and thus kill the suction.

Her hand is freed, and I repeat the process.

”One small detail, if you don’t mind..” I offer; ”If you place your hands, on the table; palms up, please!” I suggest.

”Oh, okay!” she responds.

”There; excellent, excellent!” I respond.

Now I am uncapping the touch-pad gel, slowly painting each of her sensitive touch-pads one at the time. With that, I am capping the vial; before I am uncapping the next vial, containing the suction-cup gel. I carefully coat the entire suction-cup of her right hand, then her left one. Only to repeat the process; right and left, right and left. Watching the suction-cups slowly becoming saturated.

”Beautiful!” I exclaim.

I help her out, in order to prevent her from accidentally getting stuck; by holding on to the chair or the table as she is raising to her feet, on her way out of her chair.

”Right this way, please!” I offer, as I am leading her out of the kitchen.

”It would not do, if she spoiled the fun; by getting stuck now, before I have even gotten into the fun!” I ponder.

”You do enjoy; playing the Mistress?” she offers, with a sly grin on her face.

”Yes, but of course my dear; and I will make absolutely certain, that you will be enjoying it just as much!” I promise.

”I am looking forwards, to that..” she responds, knowing exactly what products I have access to; ”and I hold you, to the promise!” she continues.

She had after all bought everything I have available. There is no chance I could have added, or changed anything; so the only thing I can add, is the element of surprise and my personal style.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard, as I am leading her towards the flight of stairs to the second floor.

”Clippety, clop; clippety clop!” is heard, as she is following me up the stairs to the second floor, where I had prepared for her adventure.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard, as I am leading her towards the room.

I open the second door on the upper floor; gesturing, for her to enter the room. The floor is laid with light beech-wood, while the walls are laid with a deeper pink cherry-wood free feet tall picket-fence. The fence is covering a luscious green motif wallpaper. Since I had the time; I had coated the walls and the floor with a thick layer of crystal clear silicone, thus softening the surface and extending the room the perfect air for this situation.

Incidentally, there is a hidden walk-in closet on the right wall; where-in I had stashed all the relevant accessories of what is to become my dungeon.

”Is this still in my old home?” she inquires, baffled and taken aback by the changes I had added to the room’s air.

”Yes, my dear..” I respond; ”but now, it is our home!” I point out.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop!” our hooves are squeaking, as we are entering the room, walking over the rubbery surface.

I follow her into the room, closing the door behind myself; before I direct her to the middle of the room, facing the door.

”May I?” I offer, as I help her down onto the floor.

”Oh, okay!” she responds, as I help her lying down.

”How is that, dear?” I inquire.

”Surprisingly comfortable, thank you!” she responds.

”Spread your arms, please..” I instruct her, watching her comply; ”palms down..” I continue, as I watch her following my instructions, eagerly; ”spread your fingers, as wide as possible!” I conclude.

I watch her back, as she is resting on her belly; ”May I?” I inquire; as I help her perfect the pose, for what I had in mind for her.

”Please do!” she responds, obviously trusting me.

”Squeak!” is heard, from the palm of her right hand, as I am caressing the back of the hand.

I move over, to the left hand, repeating the process.

”Squeak!” is heard, from the palm of her left hand, as I am caressing the back of the hand.

”There!” I offer; ”Excellent, excellent” I mumble; ”if the product is true to the promise, she should be perfectly stuck in place now!” I ponder.

I open the door to the walk-in closet; where I extract an oral plug and the bonded lubrication. I only stop, in order to put on a pair of gloves; in order to protect my hands from the unintended effects of exposure to this gel-lubricant.

Of course, she is still wearing the make-up I had given her; but this would work perfectly, in tandem with this gel.

Once I had slipped my hands into the gloves and walked out into the room; I uncap the jar and dip the plug into it all the way up to the base; before I pull it up and caress the surface of the plug.

There is a distinctly sucking noise, as I pull the plug out of the highly viscous gel in the jar. I guess that could simply not be helped.

”Uh, what is that?” she inquires.

”This?” I inquire, holding the clear oral plug in my right hand.

I kneel on her right side, slipping the right hand in under her chest; slowly lifting her up, just enough to slip in the plug under her face. I slide the plug in, under her; before I lower her, for her to feel the tip of the plug touching her lips.

”Oh!” she mumbles; ”Oo-ooh, oo-ooh!” she exclaims; as she finds her lips contracting instinctively, directly upon contact with the gel coating the oral plug under her.

”Exactly!” I offer; ”Quite delicious, isn’t it?” I inquire, as I lower her face inch by inch, permitting the plug to part her lips as it effortlessly enters her mouth.

”Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh!” she gasps inwardly, as the plug is slipping into her mouth, inch by inch.

The further in the plug slides, the tighter her lips are contracting; until the summit is reached, causing her tight lips to force the plug to slip the rest of the way in. Effectively riveting itself into her mouth.

With the suction-cup base, it is holding her head firmly in place; maintaining her mute, for as long as it is in her mouth.

”Curious..” she ponders, as she is realizing what is just happening; ”delicious is right!” she continues.

”I can’t open my mouth..” she is realizing; ”as long as my lips are made to contract, around this plug!” she concludes.

”One tiny detail; if you don’t mind, dear!” I put forth.

With that, I produce the belly button plug I intend to insert; slipping the hand in under her belly, before I carefully slip the plug into place.

The three inch long plug, easily riveting itself into her belly button, adding the option to attach the tether of a leash-cord into her belly button. How curious, but she had brought it home; I assume she had wanted to try this for herself.

I apply a line of master gel-bond along the outer rim of the plug, effectively bonding the small, white plug to her; making her feel how it is melting into her body, for the duration of the bond stays in effect.

”Since I have your undivided attention, and you are lined up for the purpose; it is time for me to insert your anal plug, while I have the time to do it properly!” I inform her.

Once I had pronounced my intent, I step into the wardrobe where all the accessories are stored; extract the intended full-size anal plug and exit the room. The plug is new and still unused; so it is safe to dip it into the jar of gel.

There is another distinctive, sucking noise as I extract the plug from the jar. I caress the large plug, spreading the gel and leave it saturated with the gel. I repeat the process, dipping the plug into the jar of gel once more; caressing the stiff, clear silicone to see it absorbing the gel once more.

”Don’t try to ignore the sensations!” I instruct her; ”This is the key to your Head-Space!” I point out.

”It will only be uncomfortable; to try to ignore the experience, or try to resist the insertion in my current position!” she ponders.

I place the tip of her plug on the rim of her rump, watching her instantly contract instinctively; observing the highly pronounced effect it has upon her, with just this minimal contact.

With minimal effort, on my part; the plug effortlessly slips in, entering her rump. As I continue, the plug slowly but undeniably spreads her open, as it is filling her right up.

Inch by inch, it slides in into her; effectively and unhindered, as the gel is controlling her rump perfectly.

”Oo-oh. oo-oh; ooo-ooh, ooo-ooh; oooo-oooh, oooo-oooh; ooooo-ooooh, ooooo-ooooh; oooooo-oooooh, oooooo-oooooh; ooooooo-ooooooh, ooooooo-ooooooh!” she sighs inwardly, responding to the effect of the plug slowly slides further and further into her anal cavity.

Since she had followed my instruction, focusing on the exposure; she is incapable of ignoring the plug inside her, as she is relaxing. The plug’s presence inside her, is effectively distracting her from everything else in the room; just by the force, of its presence.

”Ooh, ooh, ooh; here it comes, here it comes!” she ponders, as she can feel the plug reaching it’s summit, and soon finds herself actively pulling the plug the rest of the way in, by contracting around it. The process had taken us an hour, from the initial insertion; to the point I had bonded the plug inside her.

Once the plug had riveted inside her anal cavity, I apply the slave-bond along the rim between the plug and her flesh, effectively bonding the plug to her body, just as it is permanently bonded to the plug in her belly button.

”I imagine she is trapped, within her own Head-Space; trapped by the plug I just inserted into her, and bonded to her!” I conclude.

With her hands stuck on the floor, she is incapable of helping herself out of the situation; but I will help her with that, once the process is concluded.

I return to the wardrobe, extracting a tube labeled; ”Dilation-Aid Gel”.

As I am back by her side, I kneel before her; uncapping the tube and apply the gel onto the base of the plug bonded to her. Since the plug is bonded to her, the effect is identical to what would have happened if I had applied it directly onto her skin. The effect of the exposure is curious, and quite curious.

”Time to present her, with the offer she can not refuse!” I ponder.

”While she had never explained which of these products she intended for herself and which she had intended for me; I will just have to assume, she will enjoy what I am doing for her!” I ponder; as I am walking back to the wardrobe, extracting a small plug and a tube of clear gel. I also pick up another tube and a fairly delicate brush.

As I return to her, I uncap the tube, marked; ”Orchid polish”

I start, by kneeling by her side; slowly spreading her legs, before I fold her legs under and to the right and left of her body. In effect, I had just presented her intimate parts to myself.

I apply the gel onto the brush; before I paint the petals of her now openly presented orchid. Stroke by stroke, I paint one petal at the time; petal by petal until I had painted the entire orchid.

Once, twice and thrice; I polish the orchid, watching the petals absorb the gel to the point of being completely saturated. As the petals are exposed to the gel, they grow stiff and turn into a hard rubbery substance; while remaining just as sensitive, if not acutely more.

I watch her bright, cerise orchid for a moment; before I apply the contraction gel and thus lubricate her liberally. The gel is coating, saturating the petals; before it continues to spread inwards, coating the inner walls of her vagina as far as I could see.

Once I am satisfied with my handiwork, I pick up the plug; applying the lubrication gel onto the surface and insert it, into her orchid.

As the plug slides in, she instinctively contracts around the plug. When her body heat is transferred into the plug, it activates; slowly stimulating her for ten minutes, causing her to grow increasingly more excited until she is finally rewarded with the orgasm.

With the anal plug lodged into her rump; she finds herself incapable of climax, permitting the highly intense moment of the unexpectedly strong orgasm linger and persist.

”Programmed Vibro-Chock Vaginal Stimulator” the label of the plug reads, explaining its purpose in crystal-clear terms.

I watch her, as she lies on the floor; experiencing the orgasm; her body shivering in time with the orgams’s contractions. Somehow, I am finding her position quite exciting; yet, I am pulling her legs out to leave them closed.

”She looks so hot, I must insist on asking her to return the favour!” I ponder; where I am standing to her right, observing her before me.

While the intensity of her perpetual orgasms refuses to subside in the least; her body slowly acclimatizes to the exertion. Minute by minute, her heart-rate and breathing is normalizing.

I could have stayed, watching and observing her; yet she is neither aware of my presence or needing me right now, so I return to the kitchen for a cup of tea and a bowl of salad.

As I return, I continue to observe her; only to notice that the stimulation is reactivated after what I believe is an hour. It drives her from the orgasm, all the way up to the orgasmic state; the process only taking an hour.

Since I do not require sleep; I only return to the kitchen for a cup of tea and a bowl of salad, every now and then.

Once she had been orgasmic for a full twenty four hours, I extract the plug from her belly button; only for her anal plug to slide out on its own. Once the anal plug had slipped out, she is experiencing the long overdue climax, only to become unconscious a minute later.

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Is this a new Day

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Is this a new Day: 9

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A Shared Excitement

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I had been unconscious for several hours, before the first dream occurred. From there, I had been sleeping several hours. What the dreams were all about, I have no idea; I rarely to never recall enough to interpret in the first place. This time, is no different.

“Is it hot, in here?” I ponder, laying still on the floor.

“I am on my belly!” I realize, but there is nothing strange or special about it, it does happen every once in a while.

In surprise, I feel my ears twitching. Of course; I had been wearing the tube, as I fell asleep the other night. It may still be new to me, I had after all bought it the other day.

I can move my head, and my legs; but my arms stubbornly remain, in a rather off pose. I’m forming the letter Y, in the current pose. Why?

I feel the palms of my hands, firmly pressed down onto the floor under me; nothing holding them down, and I am fully relaxed. My fingers, spread wide.

As much as I may try, my hands stubbornly stay where they are; initially, I can’t figure out how or why. I tentatively tug at my right hand: once, twice and thrice; but to no avail, so I momentarily give up; repeating the process with my left hand, but with the same result.

I may try to tug, pull or yank as hard as I may; up or to the side; the result is all the same, each and every time. I am firmly stuck; trapped on my belly, on the floor upon which I had found myself as I woke up a moment earlier.

A moment later, Rarity enters the room; looking at me, where I lie, waiting.

“Lick your lips?” she is inciting me, licking her own lips in excitement, as she is looking at me.

I part my lips, in order to try to follow her suggestion; extending my tongue, before I tentatively lick my lips.

“Slippery and wet..” I realize; “as if she had just applied lubrication on my lips, like a lip-stick?” I ponder.

My lips are smooth, rubber; since she had indeed applied lip-stick to my now blue lips. The gel does not just coat my lips, of course; but in my mouth, on my tongue and all the way down my throat. A reaction, to the excitement she had exposed me to; after she had applied the lubrication to my lips like an expensive lip-stick.

“Open your eyes, slowly!” she coos.

As I am opening my eyes, light is slowly spreading in the room; as if the light in the ceiling was dimmed down considerably, now slowly dimmed back up towards the nominal setting. (Daytime) Nothing fancy or special; but I am forever thankful, for the effect in my current state and situation.

“Take it slow..” she coos seductively.

She is licking her lips; as she is ogling me. I hear a quickening to her breath, as she is growing excited; from watching me, in my current situation. Or, at least I imagine it is what I hear and the reason behind it.

“If you don’t mind; I would love for you to aid me, in reliving your experience in this room..” she offers; “Or, should I refer to it as our Dungeon?” she then inquires.

“Dungeon, is about right..” I respond; “and if you like me to, I guess it would not be too much to ask of me; after all the excitement, before anyone has seen you outside!” I confirm.

“But alas, I need something to eat; I know you should follow me down to the kitchen, sharing the meal with me too!” I point out.

“Yes, dear; you do need something to eat, but you would need to get up first!” she suggests.

“I haven’t had anything to eat, so that sounds like an idea!” I respond.

“One small detail..” she coos, seductively; ”you still do need to get up, onto your own two hooves; so that you can follow me down, to the kitchen!” she points out.

“Yes..” I respond, tentatively tugging at my right and left hand in order: once, twice and thrice; but to no avail, my hands remain firmly in place stuck onto the floor.

“I seem to have a problem, pulling my hands up from the floor!” I conclude.

“Yes, that is a problem..” she agrees; “you really do need to try harder!” she responds.

I try to pull myself free, pulling harder and harder: once, twice and thrice: but my hands remain in place, as if they had been glued in place.

While I am trying to pull my hands free, she is walking around me; ending up standing before me, while still looking down at me where I lie stuck on the floor of our private dungeon.

“Put your back into it; put some effort in pulling your hands off of the floor!” she suggests, cooing excitedly.

“Okay!” I respond, as I give it my all for the one shot at pulling myself free.

Just as I should have been expecting; as hard as I may yank at the hand, the hand still stays firmly in place.

“I did not realize, the suction of the suction-cups you turned my hands into, could hold this much..” I point out; “the description on the product did not hint to it, in the least!” I conclude.

“I guess there are a few elements the description forgot to mention; including the duration, and the heightened excitement you were exposed to!” she suggests, in excitement.

“You mean to say, that excitement is a factor; in how these effects are developing, Rarity?” I inquire.

“Yes, but why not..” she suggests; “you were excited enough, to experience an orgasm; during the exposure to these products, dear!” she explains.

“Uh..” I exclaim; “yes, I was indeed excited!” I respond; “Does this explain, how the suction develops; it would explain a great deal!” I ponder; as I realize the connection to my reaction, upon the scene.

“I had better help you out of this, before it is too late..” she offers; “Just in case you fuse to the floor, permanently!” she points out.

She kneels before me, extending the index-finger of her right hand; slipping the tip of the finger in, under the palm of my right hand. As her finger slides in, under the palm of my right hand; the suction collapses, with a distinct popping noise. She repeats the process, releasing the left hand as well; thus liberating me, from the grip of my suction-cups.

“Thank you, Rarity!” I exclaim, slowly raising to my hooves.

“There, now we can go down to the kitchen; so that we can have something to eat, I’m hungry!” she points out.

“Me too..” I respond; “let’s go down to the kitchen!” I conclude.

She walks to the door, opening it; I follow her, closing the door behind myself.

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Sharing a Moment

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Sharing a Moment: 10

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Intimate Exploration

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I enter our kitchen, a step behind Rarity. She had already served the salad. Now she is preparing the tea, for the both of us.

I sneak up behind her; though I can’t mask the noises of my hooves, as I walk over the floor. She pretends she is not hearing me, but turns her head towards me just as she had finished preparing the tea.

I find my heart pounding hard, as I feel her wet lips covering mine, in a passionate kiss.

She is embracing me, tightly, holding me close, in her strong arms. I realize, that she is also nude; just as I am stark naked, after the experience upstairs in the dungeon.

”Just a bit further down, if you don’t mind!” she coos, between slightly parted lips.

She had maintained the kiss, while uttering the words.

”Uh, oh..” I respond; ”like this?" I inquire, as I permit my hands to slide down her spine.

In the end, the tips of my fingers find the entrance. She is slippery and wet, after the prolonged use of the panties I had prepared for her.

I could not help myself, and my fingers are slipping into her; an inch or two, but she is so deliciously slippery and wet I simply could not help myself.

”I hope; I am tight enough for you, dear!” she coos, in obvious delight.

”Yes.. yes, yes, yes..” I respond.

I find her growing tighter, as I try to pull back a moment later; ending up, teasing the rim with the tips of my fingers. The sensation quite acute, thanks to the sensitive touch-pads she afforded me; before we explored the dungeon, for the first time. Incidentally, I am only making her tighten up even further.

”Ooo-oo-ooh!” I exclaim.

”There, I thought you would enjoy it!” she points out.

Then she breaks off the kiss; putting in the effort to relax; permitting me to pull back, so that we can return to the matter of the meal.

”That, was unexpectedly enjoyable!” escapes my lips.

”I think, you would need the tea now, dear..” she points out; ”and a steady meal, so you can regain your strength!” she points out, directing me towards the table.

She is holding out the chair, for me and I sit down comfortably; she is placing the cup before me, pouring up the tea. After a moment, I lift up the cup; blowing the steam off of the cup, before I take the first sip. Slowly, in anticipation of the heat.

”Ooh..” I ponder; ”Just as good, as I recall from the other day!” I offer, before I take another sip.

The tea had indeed been hot, but it is not affecting me as much as I had been expecting; maybe the lubrication coating my lips since the other day, can be the culprit to blame?

I pick up my fork, intermittently stabbing my salad; while I continue, sipping my tea. In this fashion, I enjoy the meal, emptying my bowl of delicious salad; as I continue to sip on the tea, enjoying it with Rarity.

She is refilling both my cup, and my bowl as needed; just as she is filling her womb, until we have both had our fill. She does serve, as quite the hostess. Just as before, I do notice her belly bulging; just that she requires more food, for the same bulge now.

”You are the master of salads..”I compliment her; ”just as you are my Mistress, in our dungeon!” I conclude.

”Thank you, dear..” she responds; ”I pay attention, to the details; that is the key, to mastery!” she explains.

”If you like, I will just have to return the favour; so you can enjoy the scenario you enacted upon me, for yourself!” I put forth.

”That would be lovely!” she responds.

”Then I will just have to give you the experience..” I respond; ”but I guess you can explain the process; since I was rather distracted for most of the time, and I can’t recall everything!” I put forth.

”Understandable, my dear; part of the process, is intended to be distracting!” she explains.

”Oh!” I exclaim.

”If I write down the process, you could follow it; so I can enjoy the experience, for myself!" she suggests.

”That should work..” I respond; ”just make sure to store the notebook in the dungeon; it is private, and I don’t think either of us want others to know about it!” I continue.

”Like a diary, for the dungeon?” she proposes.

”That sounds about right..” I respond; ”and I doubt you wanted anyone to read your diary!” I continue.

”Exactly!” she responds; making a pained expression, as the memory momentarily resurface in her mind.

”Sorry!” I offer; ”I did not want to bring up any bad memories!” I explain.

”Of course, dear..” she responds; ”I know!” she continues.

”Okay..” I respond, as I continue with my breakfast.

”I do need to pick my strength up, after that experience!” I ponder, once more focusing on the salad before me.

Only sipping the tea, intermittently; washing down the delicious salad, she had prepared.

I watch her; as she continues to eat, as she is enjoying the meal.

As the meal is concluded, she is carrying the dishes to the sink, before she is washing them of and stack them into the washing machine

”That was delicious; thank you for the breakfast, Rarity!” I exclaim, as I am leaving the kitchen.

As she is walking out of the kitchen, I notice her tentatively looking towards the door out of the cloaking room; as if she is almost seeing something there, she had previously never seen. For now, I don’t say anything; knowing what it means, to her.

I walk into the room, where the emitter is stored; noticing a tentatively blinking light, on the emitter, indicating the device has an issue with her character.

Of course, I know what that means; as it is confirming, what she had already hinted towards. The indication is correct. There is no reason, to believe this signal is not related, to what I had just observed. Had the events not been connected; maybe, just maybe I would have been expecting or suspecting something being wrong, but in this case I know what it means.

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Going Out

<--- --- --->

Going Out: 11

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Sharing a Moment

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”A door?” I ponder; ”Why haven’t I seen that before?” I continue.

This is the outer door, that leads out of our home. Of course, I could not have seen it before; as a holographic character without any physical mass, I had been programmed not to see it. To me, it had appeared as if it had just been an unbroken wall like any other.

Now, I had finally picked up the mass; I had become a physical person, just like the girl I live with.

”I may have to put something on, before I go out; I don’t want to be caught nude, and cause problems!” I ponder.

With that, I step back and walk to my bed room; approaching the wardrobe, opening the doors to see my meager supply of wears. I really do not have all that much.

”Maybe, I should wear the panties she gave me?” I ponder; as I extract the garment, from inside the wardrobe.

I step into the panties, pulling them up; only realizing too late, these panties include the plugs. Though I had enjoyed these panties and plugs, so it does not really bother me; besides, I’m the only one knowing of them even existing in the first place.

I had found myself contracting, as the tips of the plugs came into contact with my skin, and then enjoy how the plugs slip in, effortlessly. There is a distinctly sucking noise, as the plugs are slipping in; filling me up, as I pull the panties up.

I find myself contracting, around the plugs; making the plugs hold the panties firmly into place, so that I do not need to worry about the panties not staying in place. a strangely exciting feeling, permitting me to relax.

Once I had pulled the panties on; I turn my attention towards the wardrobe, choosing a deep, dark purple skirt.

As I had extracted the skirt, I had chosen, I step right into it, pulling it all the way up. Affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice: finding the skirt fitting just right.

Now I am wearing a knee long pencil skirt over my panties, finding it quite comfortable; since it is elastic enough to give me all the freedom to move, I could have been asking for.

Technically; I may not need a brazier, but I still pick a crystal-clear one with a slight hint of sapphire blue for the feel to it. A brazier, not a top mind you; there are several distinct differences, mind you. I extract the garment, put it on; turn it around and adjust the fit, for that extra comfort.

”Normally; I should have chosen a white blouse, but it would be invisible on me!” I ponder; extracting a deep purple one in its stead, one matching the skirt I am already wearing.

Since I am all dressed up, I close the wardrobe and turn towards the door.

”Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard from my hooves, as I walk towards the door.

These pretty little noises are following me, everywhere I go; so common, I do not even notice them.

I only stop, to open the door before I step out of the room; closing the door behind me, before I continue to the cloaking room.

”I can’t wear shoes, since I have hooves..” I mumble; ”unless I had equine shoes, that is!” I conclude.

There are no equine foot, or hoof wear in this cloaking room, naturally. Why should there be? She never had use for these, before; but maybe now, she could make use of them too. Since we have the same hoof size; maybe I could fetch a set, for her too?

”I feel the urge to wear something more, something that would present me as fabulous as I am, to everyone passing by!” I ponder.

”That should be right..” I ponder; as I find a black jacket, that seems to match the style of what I am already wearing; ”I will just have to try it on!” I conclude, as I pull it down from its hanger.

Slipping one hand in, slipping the arm through; before I slip the other hand in, pushing the arm through.

With the jacket on, I zip it up, for a comfortable fit; enjoying the feel the jacket is lending.

”This does look, like a common leather jacket; but does contain no leather, in its production!” I ponder.

”Now, I just need a convenient and comfortable backpack!” I mumble, as I am scanning the room for what I need.

A moment later, maybe a minute or two; I find a backpack, that should be fitting my needs. It’s fairly large, but not quite as extensive or bulky as my old saddle bag; but it should manage to contain, everything I will need!” I conclude.

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Hitting the Town

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Hitting the Town: 12

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Going Out

<--- --- --->

I follow my Companion out the door, closing it behind myself; as I continue to follow her, to where she (we) are going. Since I can finally follow her out of the apartment, that has always been my home; for as long as I can remember, I can finally pick out things for myself and see where she had bought them from.

The longer I had been cooped up, the worse the feeling of being trapped had grown; and the closer to the chance of going out, the more intense I had experienced the sensation.

Finally, now I can go out; to follow her, out of our home. It isn’t that I am dissatisfied, or uncomfortable with our home; it is just that it is too small, for a comfortable living, if you can’t step out for a pinch of fresh air. Now, I am finally getting that pinch of fresh air.

She is guiding me, and I am following her. I will remember all the sights I see, all the scents I pick up and all the sounds I am hearing.

<--- --- --->

The first store we visit, is where they are selling the equipment and materials I will be needing, for my future business. Of course. Since we are going together; carrying the sewing machine is no longer an issue, as we can split the weight and space between the two of us.

“Finally!” I exclaim; as we are entering the store, I had waited so long to finally enter. (Even if it only was a week, I had been confined to our apartment.)

“Yes, Rarity..” she responds; “Thank Celestia; you can finally go out, and help me pick out the supplies you need!” she responds.

“I guess we are making quite the sight..” I ponder; “with the two of us, identical Twins; side by side, like this!” I conclude.

“We could use some help, here; finding the equipment and materials, we are looking for!” she informs the first girl wearing the Uniform, identifying her as an employee of the store.

“Yes, of course..” the girl responds, with a bright expression on her face.

“Helping a customer who knows what she is looking for, is commonly rewarding!” she ponders, knowingly.

“I need a sewing machine..” I put forth, watching the girl taking us the fastest rout to what I am looking for.

“We have these..” she explains; “just a matter of make, and model?” she inquires; “What are you looking for?” she inquires.

“I need a competent sewing machine, in order to produce fashion clothes and accessories!” I explain.

“Then you’re looking for this section..” she responds, leading us to more expensive equipment.

“I would much rather pay a bit extra, up front; so that I don’t need to go back, asking for a replacement.” I ponder; “if it is because it broke down, or because it can not handle my demands is all the same to me!” I explain.

“Of course..” she responds; as she shifts her focus, directing us to a tighter area.

“This one..” I point out.

<--- --- --->

I continue to browse the various items for the machine; then I continue to browse the threads, fabrics and other supplies. In the end, I had stacked up a fairly large pile; before I can finally reach the counter, where she is paying for my purchase.

“Thank you!” I respond, as we pack everything, in our respective back packs and leave the store with a somewhat diminished stock.

<--- --- --->

After a few minutes of walking, we reach the arts-supplies store; I eagerly enter, with her in tow.

Once inside, I follow the path; picking up various supplies, such as pencils, erasers and whatnot.

She is picking up the tab, for my purchases; paying for all the supplies I will need in the near future, before we are walking out of the store.

<--- --- --->

The next store, we enter; is the tea store, where they sell fresh tea, they measure on site.

I take a moment, observing which teas are popular; before I select the blends I am looking for, as the blends quality depends on how long they stay in the store. Maybe I should visit other stores, in order to see if they offer teas of interest. Then again, I could always mix my own blends; if I can acquire the herbs required, elsewhere. Whether I buy them in store, or grow them myself.

<--- --- --->

In the end, I am stumbling upon the store selling the Holographic characters.

“Curious..” I mumble; "I guess this would be most fortuitous?” I inquire.

“Is there a character, in particular; you had in mind?” she inquires.

“Picture your little sister, as Sweetie Belle?” I inquire.

“Oh, yes; that would be a very interesting proposition, when you put it that way!” she concedes.

“I would be very interested in a few other characters, such as Coco Pommel, Sassy Saddles, Blue Bobbin and a personal Rarity!” I suggest. (there were two other mares here, but who?)

“I guess Sweetie Belle could be an outstanding gift, for my sister..” she puts forth; “but who are these characters?” she inquires.

“Coco Pommel is a Seamstress and Sassy Saddles is a Store Manager; I will need these, in order to manage the store..” I respond; or the stores, when I open the next one and so on!” I explain.

“So you intend to delegate, as much of the work as possible; in order to achieve your goal, with minimal effort?” she inquires.

“Each of these Holographic Character will be the base of the Uniform, everyone can recognize..” I put forth.

“This will be only too much fun!” she concedes; “I can’t wait, to see this!” she concludes.

“Exactly!” I merely supply.

“Now, I just need the tubes for these characters; corresponding to the number of Uniforms required!” I conclude.

<--- --- --->

Finally; now we have everything we need, for the time being. I had picked up each of the Holographic Characters I need, aside from the one for her little sister; of course, we could not forget her. (now, could we?)

<--- --- --->

A New Day

<--- --- --->

A New Day: 13

<--- --- --->

Hitting the Town

<--- --- --->

As I am waking up, the room is still dark; not because it is all that early, but I guess I have not quite opened my eyes yet.

I open my eyes, seeing light filtering in through the blinds of the closed window. Still, I only have the night light in the room, but it is enough, for me to actually notice the difference. This is after all the first day; I am waking up as Rarity, as opposed to the Holographic Character, by the same name.

My system had rebooted, as I went to bed; while I am experiencing it, as if I had slept soundly all night.

“Oh, I have a window, in my bedroom!” I just mouth, registering the actual layout of my room.

Of course; this is my room, after all. This is where I am sleeping, each and every night; just like everyone else, is sleeping each night. Nothing special, about it; but it is still new, to me.

<--- --- --->

All the programmed blinder had been removed, from my conscious mind; as I slept, all night. They were never activated, during the reboot. If I am not a Holographic character; I am not restricted, by the limitations the Holographic emitter had been imposing on me, up until yesterday. (Are these blinders even remaining in my mind, able to reactivate now?)

Back then, I had not been required to eat or sleep; that had been the instructions, my companion had given me in order for me to be liberated from these limitations.

Now I will have to eat and sleep, each day; just as I will have to sleep, each night. I guess I prefer the later, as it is permitting me to leave the building.

At first, I had not been bothered by these limitations; but I had been growing increasingly restless, due to being cooped up for this long.

Is it the physical matter, that built up my brain; as my person is experiencing things through the imposed limitation? I guess it may be the case; but I don’t care, too much. It is in the past, I can ignore and forget this item.

I want to focus on the life I have, and the future before me; enjoying my time with the companion I have beside me.

<--- --- --->

Of course, I will have to dress up for the day; not just to satisfy my personal vanity, but because a woman needs to be dressed up at all times. I can ignore this, when I am alone in a closed space; in bed, in the girl’s room and in the shower. But still, I should put something on, in order to preserve my dignity.

She had provided me with a small selection of clothes, I can wear; I had stashed these away, in my closet. It is, where one keeps one’s clothes, when not in use or worn.

Since she had supplied me with the first pair of panties, I was getting used to how panties feels to wear; only now, I can’t make myself wearing other panties. Had I been addicted to the experience these panties were affording me? All the same, I feel an urge to wear these panties now.

If you were Cotton panties, Silken panties feel wrong; just as the Cotton panties may feel wrong, if you were used to Silken panties.

The panties she gave me, are Silicon and holds a pair of polished and lubricated plugs. It had felt a bit weird, at first; but once they had slipped on and the plugs had been inserted, I grew used to these. Now I can’t imagine, wearing other panties.

Since I am white, she gave me a pair of Metallic Electric Blue panties. She had given me more panties, just like these; I am about to select one of these now; even if I am realizing, these panties will be tighter and the plugs larger than the once she first gave me.

I choose the blue panties today; even if I have purple, gold and black panties too. I think the black panties are for special occasions, though. (She gave me a pair of Crystal Clear panties, similar to the other panties; but these would be for more frisky situations, or so I would be imagining!)

As I am slipping the panties on, I soon experience the tip of the plugs touching me; before the plugs slide in effortlessly, as if they had wanted in all along. Which I guess they just may.

These plugs are larger, just as the gel coating them are of a more potent variety; causing me to contract faster and stronger than I had been used to. The contraction is a reflex, caused by the lubrication coating these plugs; I have no control over it, but it soon slips my mind, as I am wearing them for a few minutes.

I had enjoyed the sensation of these new plugs entering me, sliding into me; it feels as if I have grown used to them, like an old friend.

As I am looking closer at the panties, examining them more closely; I notice just how glossy they are, aside from the glittery effect from the outer layer of clear silicone. This effect is in all the panties she gave me, this time. As opposed to the first pair, she gave me, in order for me to get used to wearing them, for me to get used to wearing panties.

Wearing these panties, gives me a fuzzy warm feeling inside; as opposed to the feeling of when they are not on, when it is just cold and wet.

Since I had slipped the panties on, I turn my focus to the wardrobe; from where I am extracting the matching top. I slip the top down over my head, pulling it all the way down; before I am affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

The top eagerly slips on, sliding into place; leaving me with a new sensation of my nibbles being sucked eagerly, leaving me on the tip of my toes. (Tippy Hooves)

This last item, really did put me on the edge; as I feel my top holding my breasts up, preventing them from bouncing more than is comfortable. I enjoy the sense of the tight, stiff material hugging my chest in this fashion. (Well, why not?)

I lift up my hands, placing them on my breasts; finding the tips of my middle fingers landing on the tip of my nibbles, as I gently rub my breasts in order to get a feel of how they feel in this top.

“Oh.. oh.. oh..” I breathe, “I could get used to this; it feels good, like this!” I conclude.

After a moment, maybe as much as a few minutes; I am letting go of my breasts, as I return my focus towards the wardrobe and the clothes contained within.

I choose a golden, knee-long tight pencil-skirt; pulling it out and step right into it, right and left. I feel the floor under my hooves, as I hear the characteristic: ‘Clip, Clop’ as my hooves are hitting the floor.

Now I afford the skirt a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; in order to get that ever so elusive perfect fit, before I return my focus towards my wardrobe.

The skirt is hugging my thighs gently, yet insistently; as I am standing on the floor, considering my options. Even if I only have one viable alternative. I extract the matching blouse; slipping my hand in, pulling my arm all the way through the tight sleeve. Now I repeat the process, slipping my left arm through; only to button the blouse all the way from the first button and up to the very last one just under my chin.

“Time for breakfast..” I ponder; “I am quite hungry, by now!” I conclude.

With that, I take a step back, close the doors to the wardrobe; before I am turning around, walking over to the door out of my room.

<--- --- --->

As I am reaching the kitchen, our kitchen; she is already there, and her little sister is sitting by the table.

“Good morning..” I exclaim.

“Good morning, Rarity, they respond.

<--- --- --->

Sweetie Belle

<--- --- --->

Sweetie Belle: 14

<--- --- --->

A New Day

<--- --- --->

I had arrived at the home of my older sister; only to see Rarity, sharing breakfast with us.

“Which of them, is my sister?” I ponder; "but, I guess: I could as well consider both of them, my sister!” I conclude.

“I have a gift and surprise for you, on your room..” she now offers; “in the drawer, of your night stand!” she clarifies.

“Oh, ok!” I exclaim; as I am rushing off, towards my room.

“You will just have to disrobe, before you can try it on!” Rarity points out; just as I am finding, what I had been given.

“Oh, but of course..” I ponder; “then I will just have to close the door, to my room!” I conclude; closing the door, quietly.

Once I had finally closed the door to my room, I start to disrobe, as I had been told to.

<--- --- --->

All the clothes I had been wearing, now laying limply on my bed; waiting for me to be done, so I could be slipping into them once more.

I pull the drawer out; only to find the crystal clear tube, as the gift I had been promised.

“This looks like a regular condom!” I ponder; “but why would she give me a condom, I am a girl, after all!” I conclude.

“I am supposed to insert this tube from behind..” I ponder, slipping the middle finger of my right hand into it.

Once the tube is on my extended finger; I reach between my legs, slipping the tube in from behind. (Just as the instructions are expressing it!)

It feels a bit weird, slipping the finger in from behind; but this is when I realize what the tube is doing, as it slips into my rear orifice. I find myself contracting around the thin membrane, as it is coating me inside.

“Ooh... ooh... ooh...” I breathe; as I feel the tube coating my rear orifice, further and further inside.

After about a minute, the membrane starts to spread outwards, coating my skin with the silicone white surface. I feel it propagating further and further, as it continues to spread outwards.

First now, I realize what is happening to me; the silicone white skin is a dead giveaway, the tube comes with a character named Sweetie Belle. Even if I don’t recognize who my character is; but if my older sister is Rarity, it just had to be Sweetie Belle I am turning into.

I just stand there, mouth agape; as I permit the changes to overtake me, to take hold of my entire body. While I guess I could have changed my mind, at any time; pulling the tube out from behind, in order to reverse the changes. It just never crosses my mind; as if I had wanted to, in the first place.

Inch by inch, the membrane is covering me with the pristine, silicone white; only to adjust my hair as it goes, leaving me with the mane style of Sweetie Belle, in the process. No make-up, or make-up effect can be seen or felt; just the pure and undiluted image, of Sweetie Belle.

“Wait, she knew I love the image of Sweetie Belle?” I realize, just as the tube had covered me completely.

“Well; if she is Rarity, why not?” I ponder, questioning my preconceptions.

“If only I had a mirror, I could see myself as Sweetie Belle; but the closest mirror I have available, is in the girl’s room!” I ponder; “I would have to put my clothes on, before I go out of my room; not to mention, walking all the way over to the girl’s room!” I groan, inwardly.

“At least, I can still see my face entirely unobstructed..” I mumble; “and I can already see my hands; even without the mirror, before me!” I conclude.

“Oh.. oh..” I breathe; as I hear Sweetie Belle’s voice, as I speak.

I had known, Sweetie Belle had a beautiful voice; but to hear it, coming out of your own mouth. It just puts everything, in an entirely new and very different perspective. (Should I pick up singing, or voice acting now?)

Once the appearance of the tube’s character has taken hold, I am moving over to my wardrobe; my intent of wearing the clothes I had just been wearing, evaporating like mist in the morning.

“Since the drawer did not contain any clothes, and my body is changed; I hope I have clothes prepared, fitting my form of Sweetie Belle!” I ponder.

I am walking up to my wardrobe, slowly opening the door before me; scanning the content of my wardrobe, for the clothes I hope I can be wearing.

The first I notice, is a set of panties. Metallic Bloody Red, Electric Metallic Blue, Gold, Black and finally crystal clear. Yes, these panties had been awarded to me, for the duration of wearing the Sweetie Belle tube.

I think the blue panties would be fitting me best, so I am extracting them from the set before me.

With these panties in hand, I step into them; swiftly pulling them all the way up, affording them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. What I experience in the process, is a pair of small plugs eagerly touching me in the process; the plugs easily slide in effortlessly, before I had even realized what was happening. Just as I found myself contracting, instantly on contact; while the contraction grows stronger and I find myself tightening up more and more, as the plugs slide into me.

I find myself relaxed, while I contract around the inserted plugs.

“Oh.. Oh.. Oh..” I gasp, breathlessly, as I feel the plugs entering me and sliding further and further inside.

Once the plugs had started to enter, I couldn’t make myself stop; feeling the plugs slide all the way in, before I adjusted the fit of the panties.

With the panties on, I move my focus over to the tops; finding a matching set, choosing the Metallic Electric Blue top to go with my panties. I know, that even if my panties will not be visible under my clothes; I still want to wear a matching set, panties and top in exactly the same hue. Well, why not? I am certain, Rarity would agree with me; backing me up, on this matter.

<--- --- --->

I had found the top fitting me, just as snugly as the panties. What a shock? I had slipped the skirt on, before I had slipped into my blouse. Once the blouse is buttoned up, I deem myself fully clothed for the day. At least, I don’t need to worry about the fit, my decency or what my sister Rarity would say.

<--- --- --->

I had walked into the kitchen, where I find Rarity eagerly waiting for me. Not the shock, you were hoping for, but still.

“Take a seat, please!” she offers, as I am stepping into the kitchen.

“Oh, okay!” I respond; taken the proffered seat, by the kitchen table.

“Not overly fancy, but I guess it is what we have!” I ponder.

“Sweetie; make yourself comfortable, please..” she instructs me; “now; if you could place your hands, on the table, palms down; so that we can begin!” she concludes.

“Oh, okay..” I respond; as I am making myself comfortable, placing my hand on the table before me, as she had described.

Rarity takes the seat, facing me, with a vial of nail polish between us.

“I guess this could be fun..” I ponder; “if she is offering me a make-up and manicure, I’m all in!” I conclude.

I watch her, as she is uncapping the vial of nail polish.

“Sapphire Lacquer” the label reads; but I just read: 'nail polish', all the same.

Once the bottle had been uncapped, she slowly move the brush towards my right hand; before she paints the nail of my thumb with great care. I watch her, as she starts to paint from the root of the nail, at the center and all the way over the tip; then right and left, right and left. Now she is painting the back of the nail, in the same pattern; before she is sealing the nail in, by applying the lacquer from the right to the center and from the left to the center.

Once she had painted the thumb nail of my right hand, she continues to paint nail by nail, until she had finished the nail of my pinkie finger. Only to continue with the nails of my left hand.

“You will have to afford the Lacquer two minutes to cure; while that is going on, I could offer you a pretty make-up for the day!” she suggests.

“Yes, please!” I respond; “Just two measly minutes to wait for the polish to cure!” I ponder.

“Just relax, smile and focus on my face; while I am applying your make-up, please..” she instructs me.

“Okay..” I just respond, as I make an effort to relax and focus on her face.

I can see her producing a lip balm, uncapping it; before she is applying the balm to my lips, from the center to the right and from the center to the left, upper and lower lip thrice. She is finishing, by applying the crystal clear lip-liner along the rim of my lips; from the center to the right and from the center to the left, upper and lower lips in turn.

I feel my lips growing a bit firmer and smoother in the process; while the under-laying effects stay unnoticed.

“Just a moment longer, and I will be completing your lips..” she explains, as she is producing a lip-gloss.

She is repeating the process, applying the lip-gloss on my lips, the same way she had just applied the lip-balm a mere moment earlier.

“My lips start to feel wet..” I ponder, "but it still feels good!” I conclude.

“If you close your eyes; I will be applying your eye-shadows, for you!” she explains.

“Oh, okay..” I respond, “Thank you, Sis!” I conclude as I am closing my eyes.

As I had just closed my eyes, she is producing the eye-shadow base; carefully brushing it from the center of my face and out to the corner of the eye. Once she had finished the upper eye-lid of my right eye, she continues with the upper eye-lid of my left eye. Only to repeat the process with the lower eye-lids of my right and left eye in turn.

While my eyes remain closed; she is producing a glossy black eye-liner, drawing a line from the inner corner of the eye along the eye-lash to the outer corner of the eye. Starting with the upper eye-lid of my right eye, following up with the upper eye-lid of my left eye. Now she is repeating the process on the lower eye-lids of my right and left eye in turn.

A moment later, she is repeating the process; just with an Electric Metallic Blue eye-shadow, this time. Only to finish with a glossy eye-shadow with a glitter effect to it.

Open your eyes, Sweetie; so I can apply your mascara too, please!” she coos.

I comply, without a thought.

She is producing the black mascara, matching the eye-liner as I am watching; once she had uncapped it, she is starting to apply the mascara with delicate care. Starting with the upper eye-lashes, right and left; repeating on my lower eye-lashes, right and left. I feel how she is curling the eye-lash upwards, then slowly pull the brush towards herself; thus applying a gentle, gradually progressive curl to each of my long eye-lashes.

“Since your nails has cured, Sweetie; you could as well dig right into your breakfast, now!” Rarity suggests, as she is storing away all the make-up articles she had just used.

As I am digging into my breakfast, I lose track of Rarity. Where did she go? I have no idea.

Though I guess being bare-foot is a hint. She will not need to cut my nails, or file them even or anything. The Sweetie Belle tube had tended to all of that.

Just as she had painted my finger nails; now she is tending to my toe nails. One toe at the time, from the biggest to the smallest. Right and left foot, in turn.

Of course, she is done well before I had even noticed where she was going. Though I guess I should have noticed, as she applied the lacquer to my toe nails. The lacquer does draw a lot of heat, as it is curing.

Then again; my sister steps in, sharing the breakfast with me. I can see her enjoying the breakfast Rarity had been preparing for us. All the three of us, that is.

Little did I know, or even suspect; what the treat she had offered me would result in, as I had accepted it.

Nail-polish, Lip-gloss, Eye-shadow and mascara does not come with any consequences, normally; so why should they do that now? (If only I had known {realized}; this is the third-party product intended to anchor the Holographic Character; but for me as a physical person, it anchors my body to the Character of the tube I had just inserted.)

In the end; Rarity had joined us, enjoying her breakfast with Gusto right along with us.

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Setting Up Shop

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Setting Up Shop: 15

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Sweetie Belle

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I had set up my administrative office on the second floor, directly above the boutique itself. This is, where I intend to house all the employees, of course. I need them to be close to the store, no matter what.

The second office is for interviewing potential staff for the shop and affiliated activities. I have a desk and a set of chairs, in this room. Well, quite comfortable chairs, but still chairs all the same. I have the files of the employees and the key to the changing room, so they can get to work once they have accepted the position.

I have a set of framed photos on the desk, depicting the employees I am looking for, with a name under each photo. I want them to see who they are to be at the store. Strange?

Since I have not yet hired anyone, only one photo is hanging on the wall. That is me, Rarity.

I had just concluded the interview, for the employee, I intend to hire as Twilight sparkle. I expect her to organize my store. Even if I only need her for the opening, and once for each season; I can as well have her keeping the store in order for the remainder of the year, while I am at it. Then again, I could always ask her to organize various other venues and events as well.

“I hope I passed!” I ponder; as I am walking over, to the first changing room available.

She had told me to change into the uniform she had intended for my position to wear. All equipment and the uniform is stored in the room. Of course.

“Strange..” I ponder, “the instructions explicitly state that I am to strip naked; before I am to put the uniform on..” I continue; “does this imply; that my underwear, is included in the uniform?” I question, as I am entering the room.

“This changing room feels a bit large and ostentatious, for a changing room for just one person!” I realize, as I am stepping into the room.

I have two lockers; one for my personal clothes, and one for the clothes of the employee named “Twilight Sparkle” the employee she hired to organize the store. I am to organize this store, for her; for the opening, and for each season and event in the upcoming future. All in the guise of this Twilight Sparkle.

“Oh, well; it will be very easy, to recognize who works in the store and who does not!” I ponder.

While it may be a bit odd and eccentric; but it could actually be an advantage, as there is no chance you could pretend to be an employee if you are not.

“Okay, stripping nude had proven to be exceedingly easy; now I just need to put the uniform on, so I can get to work and organize her store!” I ponder.

I just hope, the uniform is prim and proper: as opposed to some eccentric old lady, enforcing her own weird ideas of fashion on her employees. What if she only paid me, in order to see me wear her creations?

“Oh, well; she does intend to pay me quite handsomely, at least!” I ponder.

Since I had stored my clothes in the locker, intended to keep my clothes safe; I am opening the second locker, intended to hold what is to pass for my personal uniform.

I can clearly see a skirt and a blouse, aside from the black vest I am supposed to wear openly in the store.

There is a framed note, on the inside of the door to my employee locker. I read it, carefully; I don’t want to risk or void my contract, on the very first day, or at all. I do need the pay check that is attached to my employment. I had after all signed the contract, in order to take this position. A very well paid position, I’d might add.

“Okay, nude: check!” I read; “Insert the tube..” I continue, “okay..” I ponder, as I am picking up what outwardly appears to be a regular condom, but apparently is the tube in question.

I am picking up the tube, extending the index finger of my right hand; before I slip my finger into the tube, then reach in between my legs and insert the tube from behind, as instructed.

“Weird instructions..” I ponder; “I feel weird, just thinking of following her instructions..” I continue; “but she is paying me for this, and I am supposed to do this in the privacy of my own room!” I conclude.

This part, had never been mentioned in my education; but they don’t really put too much emphasis on wearing the uniform, in the first place. A uniform is intended to emphasis that you belong at the location. Even if it can provide protection, against risks and dangers on site; if such risks and dangers are present on the site, that is.

She had not expressed any risks or dangers on site; and I had never even considered this, when I chose the education leading up to the employment, in the first place.

“Well, maybe a mannequin could topple over me..” I ponder, “but that shouldn’t be dangerous enough, to warrant the need for any manner of protection!” I conclude.

I am working inside a locked building, guarded from anyone and anything that could possibly be posing a risk. This part had actually been a part of my education. I know to avoid any risk that could occur at my job, after all.

Slipping the tube in, had been an anticlimax; as it proved to be easy enough, to insert it. I feel the thin silicone membrane sliding into me, from behind as expected; only then, it continues to propagate further in, even after I had retracted my hand. Once I can no longer feel it progressing, the process continues for a moment longer; before I realize, that it continues outwards. I feel it slowly spread out, coating and covering my skin further and further out.

The light purple: lavender silicone continues to spread out; until it is covering my entire body, before it is imposing the figure of the Twilight Sparkle I had been hired to pose as on the job.

My skin is silky smooth and a bit slippery to the touch, but otherwise; I am not bothered in the least, it actually feels good. If I were to look into a mirror; I would see how my hair had turned into the style and colours of the original Twilight Sparkle as well. A bit curious; but this is what the job description had stated, and I had signed the contract.

Oddly enough; I notice how my nails are growing longer and more stylish, too. The tips of my fingers are even developing highly sensitive touch pads; while the palms of my hands are becoming silicone white suction cups.

I am feeling strange, but had chosen to accept the job; even if I am realizing, these details are more noticeable when I finally am experiencing them first hand. (first hoof, was it?)

“I guess; these details are intended to aid me in my work, or be part of the image she intends for her store..” I ponder; “will all her other employees also experience these changes?” I question; giggling at the weird in the situation, I had just found myself in. (Well, what else could I do?)

“Tube, inserted: Check..” I ponder.

“I guess it is time, for the underwear; wonder how they will be looking, and if they could be comfortable to wear!” I consider, as I am returning my focus towards the interior of Twilight Sparkles employee locker.

“Okay..” I mumble; “I found the panties..” I ponder; “even if they do look a bit odd, to me!” I conclude.

“Silicone white, silicone panties..” I ponder; “I guess I have seen everything, now!” I conclude, as I am extracting the panties I am supposed to wear. (Would she mind; if I am wearing these, outside office hours when I am not working?)

“Slippery and smooth; but not quite like silk, but still!” I ponder, as I am stepping into my panties.

I feel the silicone slide up my legs, as I am pulling them up; just that I feel something else touching my skin, even if I couldn’t make myself stop right now. The next moment, the tip of the plugs eagerly slip in into me effortlessly before I had even realized it. Finally, I am affording the panties a few tentative tugs; once, twice and thrice. In order to get that ever-so elusive perfect fit. Once on, the liquid elasticity is hugging my hips with delicate care.

“The pristine white hue makes these panties feel pure, cleaner than they could possibly have been!” I ponder.

I find myself relaxing, even as the gel lubricating the plugs inside me is causing me to contract.

Somehow, I find myself comforted, as I continue to wear these panties. Maybe they are part of my uniform; but I have not found anything suggesting, I could not wear them on my free time.

Since the panties are on, I return my focus towards the wardrobe and its content; soon finding the top, I am supposed to wear. While it is still a matching silicone-white, it still looks inconspicuous enough at first glance; as I am slipping it down over my head, pulling it all the way down.

I afford the top a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; achieving the ever-so elusive perfect fit, in the process. Only once the top is on, I feel as if something is sucking on my nipples. While initially distracting, I soon find it reasonably comfortable, only for the sensation to slip my mind, after a few minutes.

The knee-length pencil-skirt is Metallic Bloody Red, how curious. All the same, I am stepping into the skirt selected for me; pulling it all the way up, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. I am enjoying the liquid elasticity making it so easy to put these clothes on.

“Talking about form-hugging!” I snicker, as I return my focus towards the interior of my locker.

Of course, I do have a matching blouse. I extract the blouse, from inside the locker; slipping my right hand in through the first sleeve, pulling it all the way through with comfortable ease. Now I just repeat the process, slipping my left hand into the next sleeve; before I am buttoning the blouse up, from the first button to the last up just under my chin.

“I guess this is the Prim and Proper, I was hoping for..” I ponder; “even if I do find the colours a bit on the colourful and somewhat eccentric side!” I conclude.

“Then again, the vest will cover up a great deal of the bright colour of my skirt and blouse; so I guess, I am to be satisfied all the same!” I ponder.

Slipping the vest on, had proven only too easy; it does not even have sleeves to contend with, after all, as it is a vest.

Once I had put the uniform of the Twilight Sparkle on, I had been directed to attend to the final confirmation of my employment. Only this is not in the office, where I had signed the document and contract.

From what I can see, this room is giving me the impression of being a make-up salon, or something to the effect. (Why am I here? Why do I need help, putting make-up on, as confirmation of my employment? She never told me!)

“Oh, well; if she feels the need to instruct me in how to apply the make-up, to fit in with the workforce at her store, I guess I can manage!” I ponder.

“Fashion business is basically Murder, in the first place..” I ponder; “good thing; I rejected the front-line position, here!” I conclude.

“Perfect, you are just in time..” the make-up artist exclaims, as I am stepping into her cozy little salon.

“I had to swap clothes, and slip into my new uniform..” I respond; “no point in delaying, if I want to confirm my employment!” I suggest.

She snickers; “Exactly..” she responds; “leaves us with all the time, we need; to give you the perfect face, for her new Brand!” she puts forth.

“Haste-work is poor work, isn’t it?” I inquire; “Lead the way; I am eager to see what you have in mind, for me!” I point out.

“Right this way, please.” she offers, as she is leading me into the first room on the right.

I can see a very comfortable chair, before a small make-up work-desk. The table-top is an inch thick Sapphire glass, while the frame is a highly polished and iridium-plated Titanium frame.

I soon find myself making myself comfortable, as I sit down in the cushioned chair she had indicated for me to sit in. The table-top is barren and empty, since I had just stepped into her shop; she had not placed anything on the table, before she knew who were to enter her shop.

“Place your hands, on the table before you; palms up, and I will be tending to you in an instant!” she promises.

While I am complying, she is pulling out a small set of vials containing the gels she is intending to apply to my touch pads and suction cups. Just two tiny vials, all in all. (I guess, it is intended to give me a more intimate and personal feeling; as these products are presented as individual vials, opened for me in person!)

“She isn’t painting my nails, first?” I ponder, but remain quiet.

“This, is the fun part..” she is suggesting, as she is uncapping the first vial.

“Oh..” I respond; not quite sure, what to make out of what she had just said.

I can clearly see, that she is focusing on my right hand. Well, why not? It feels, as if it is easier to focus on the right first.

As I am following her gaze, I soon discover what she is looking at; brightly saturated cerise touch-pads, covering the tip of my fingers. From the final joint of the finger, and all the way in under the nail.

As I am looking, she is applying the crystal clear, glossy gel to the touch pad; almost as if it had been care oil, intended for this very purpose. The observation is not quite as far off, as one may have imagined; even if the gel she is coating the touch pad with has a very different purpose. This is after all an unsupported third-party product, intended to bind the Holographic characters to the physical matter, permitting them to become physical characters. (Naturally; Rarity had experience with this particular product, and some of the even less well documented side-effect it has on people!)

She is applying the gel to each touch pad in turn, first on the right, and then on the left. Once she is finished; the vial is empty.

She is uncapping the second vial, applying the gel it contains to the palm of my hand, the suction cup, this character had come with. Once she had finished the right suction cup, she continues with the left one. As expected; the vial is empty, as she is finishing the left suction cup too.

As she had finished applying the gel, the suction cups are no longer glossy; but while I had failed to notice it, they are fully functional. The same goes for my touch pads. Quite sensitive.

“If you relax, I will select your nail polish!” she incites.

“Oh, okay!” I agree, remaining still where I am sitting, as I am waiting for her to produce the nail polish. (Sapphire Lacquer!)

“If only she knew, just how final this treatment is..” she ponders; “there is no remover, to this lacquer, or any of the other make-up products in this series!” she concludes. (Nothing to do about it; it is simply how these products had been formulated!)

While she is producing the two vials of crystal clear polish, or more precisely: Sapphire Lacquer; the gel applied to my touch pads and suction cups had cured completely and irrevocably. These effects, now permanent parts of who I am. No point, in sweating it; it is final, and I can do nothing about it. Then again, she is finalizing my employment.

“Palms up, please!” she instructs me, and I comply.

“There; now I can start painting your nails!” she puts forth.

Before she starts to paint my nails on the right hand, she gently boops the back of the hand; “Squeak”

She starts with the nail of my thumb, starting at the root and draw the brush all the way down over the tip, only to continue: right and left, right and left.

From here, she is repeating the process; painting the back of the nail. Now she is finishing up, by sealing the nail up, painting the sides from the right to the middle and from the left to the middle.

Now she is painting the rest of the nails of my right hand in the same way, before continuing with the nails of my left hand. All ten nails polished; I can see how my nails are growing glossy, as an effect of the polish she had applied.

“How long will this polish last?” I inquire. (if it is regular polish; it may last for as long as a week, or two at the very most!)

“I was told; this particular polish should stay pristine, for at least a month!” she explains; “Feel free to book a time, if you feel the need to have it renewed!” she suggests.

“I will make sure, to have a new time booked, well in time before that!” I respond.

“For now, it is time, to perform your make-up!” she explains, as she is slipping out of sight, producing the make-up supplies.

“If you close your eyes and mouth, for a moment; then I can apply your foundation, upon which to apply your make-up!” she explains.

I follow her instruction, permitting her to apply the foundation. I feel her caressing the gel foundation onto my face, enjoying the treat for all it is worth. If I had not had an even complexion, this would have dealt with this too.

“You can open your eyes, if you like..” she suggests; “and part your lips, slightly..” she continues.

Once she is back with the make-up supplies, she is facing me with the lip-stick in hand. (Lip-Balm) She is painting my upper lip from center to the right and from center to the left; before she is repeating the process on my lower lip. Now she is producing a crystal clear lip-liner; applying it from the center to the right and from the center to the left; on my upper and lower lips, in turn.

“Maintain this expression, please; but close your eyes for me, Twilight!” she is instructing me.

“Twilight?” I ponder; “Oh, yes; I had slipped in the tube, of the character Twilight Sparkle!” I ponder.

Once I had once more closed my eyes; I can clearly feel the brush applying the eye-shadow base, applying the shadow from the inner corner to the outer corner. One stroke at the time, she is building the shadow up from the eye-lash and all the way to the upper rim of the eye-globe; only to repeat the process, on the eye-lid of my left eye.

Naturally, she is applying the shadow to the lower eye-lids as well; right and left, like before. (Well, why not?)

Once she had applied the base of the eye-shadows, she is applying the glistering black eye-liner; both on the upper, and lower eye-lid.

Once the base had been applied, she is repeating the process; applying the deep, dark purple. Both to my lips and my eye-shadow. I guess these should go well with my given complexion as Twilight. (I am not a make-up artist, and I haven’t asked her, either!) An application of the lip-liner and eye-liner respectively, just to complete this step of my make-up. Well, but why not?

This is when she is applying the mascara. Twirling the long eye-lashes around the brush; before she is pulling the brush, applying the mascara while she is curling my eye-lashes up in the process.

With the mascara out of the way; she is repeating my lips and eye-shadows one final time, applying the finishing touch of gloss and glitter to my face.

“Open your eyes, please..” she suggests, as she is presenting a mirror for me to see my face on; ”there, your face is all done!” she points out.

With that, she is collecting the make-up articles and stack them away where she had found them.

Rather than being finished; she is producing a special nail-polish, but for my toe nails this time.

I notice her slipping in under the desk, in order to tend to my toe-nails in the same fashion she had painted my finger nails. This process only takes her a few minutes.

“I would recommend; that you stay here for a few minutes; as the polish is curing before you go..” she suggests; “but other than that, your contract is now concluded..” she confirms; “I imagine, you want to see your suite on site; so that you can familiarize yourself, with the location where you can stay over any time you like!” she puts forth.

“Sounds reasonable..” I respond, “I can afford a few minutes here, before I go to explore my new suite!” I respond.

As she is back, with me; she is sitting down in the chair facing me, casting a meaningful glance at my hands.

After a moment, she is gently placing the palms of her hands on the surface before me. A moment later, she is looking at her hands, as if she had been worrying about something; pretending she were trying to lift her hands, but to no avail.

“Wait, what?” I inquire.

“Your hands, yes..” she responds; “as I was booping them, you heard a distinct squeak?” she inquires.

“Yes..” I respond; “I heard the squeak..” I continue; “but, what does that mean?” I inquire.

“Lift your hands, and find out!” she incites me, with a slight snicker to her voice.

What happens; is obvious, in hindsight. As I try to lift my hand, right or left; neither is letting go of the surface upon which they had been resting. I afford the palms of my hands a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; but to no avail, my hands remain where they are.

“Oh.. oh.. oh..” I exclaim, looking at my hands as I make a valiant attempt, to yank them off of the table.

Yet, nothing happens. Just as I can’t pull either of my hands up; neither can I move the table, as it had been secured to the floor in the first place.

She moves her right hand towards my left hand, sliding a finger in under the palm of my hand; there is a sucking noise, as my hand is freed from the table. She is repeating the process, freeing my right hand as well.

“There..” she puts forth; “Remember this, and don’t get caught in embarrassing situations!” she suggests; “as fun as this could have been, if you were enjoying it!” she concludes.

“Yes..” I respond; “It could be very fun, in the right situation!” I conclude.

“Since the polish on your toe-nails has cured, you can go and explore your suite!” she suggests.

“Thank you, I will!” I respond, as I am raising to my feet.

From there, I am walking out of the room, only stopping to open the door before me and close it behind myself.

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Store Management Acquired

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Store Management: Acquired: 16

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Setting Up Shop

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Since I had just finished confirming my employment contract, I am walking to my new suite. Well, why not? I will make use of the suite, while I am working here.

I am lifting up my right arm and extend the palm of the hand, pressing it down onto the plaque in order to open the door; only for the door to slide up before me, I step in into my cloaking room only for the door to quietly slide shut behind me.

The floor is laid with mate black ceramic tiles, while the walls had been laid with light linden wood panels. I can see the four foot tall pink cherry wood picket fence over the walls.

There is a shoe rack to the right of the door to my living room; with the jacket hangers hanging from the hat rack directly over the shoe rack.

I open the door to my living room, only to notice the high ceiling. In place of the mate black ceiling, covered with the night sky or star skape, I had encountered in the cloaking room I had just left behind me.

“If the changing room had felt ostentatious, then this is outright royal in style!” I exclaim.

As opposed to the ceramic tile the floor of the cloaking room had been laid with; this is a deep dark oak wood parquet, polished to a smooth finish and coated with a thin layer of glossy silicone. I enjoy the smooth, soft surface under my bare feet, as I am walking over this floor.

“She did not spare expenses, when she built this suite..” I ponder; “but I guess I am grateful for the effort she put into this!” I conclude. (Well, how could I not?)

I have a three seated cinematic sofa, up against the short wall to my right; and the large screen television set covering the short wall, opposing the sofa she had afforded me. For just me; the one three seated sofa is more than enough, even if I were to invite a friend or two over. I have a sofa table before the sofa; the table top is sapphire glass, placed on the frame crafted out of iridium coated titanium. (I could have taken it for silver, but that would have been too soft for this purpose.)

Before me, I have two large windows, one on each side of the balcony door. As opposed to the doors, indoors; this is not a sliding door controlled with a plaque, but a more regular balcony door.

On my right and left, the wall is covered with a large bookshelf.

Behind the sofa, on the right and left respectively; I have two doors. The first leads to a small room, behind which I have the shower and the girl’s room respectively. Behind the second door, I have a flight of stairs leading up to the second floor, where I am assuming I will have my bed room. (While I did not carry anything with me, I am still more interested in my bed room, than the facilities.)

I choose to walk over the floor, only stopping by the sofa, I inspect the hidden spaces under these comfortable armrests. (naturally, the controls to the screen are hidden within the table before the sofa.) I have Sparkle Cola and Rad Cola in the fridge on the right, then I find the snacks, such as peanuts in the left one. I assume I can ask to have these swapped or refilled as needed.

I open the door that leads to the staircase. I have a two stage flight of stairs to the next floor, just as I had been expecting. However; I also find the elevator I can use, if and when I feel like it.

“A personal elevator?” I question; “is this a suite at a five-star hotel?” I ponder.

The general architecture and style of decoration is the same as the rest of the rooms I have already seen. Well, why shouldn’t it be?

Once on the second floor, based on the internal metrics; I am stepping out on what appears to be a balcony encircling my entire home. I have a door identical to the one on the first floor, leading to the facilities; the shower and the girl’s room. Then I find two doors, leading to individual bed rooms.

On the other side of this internal balcony; I find the door to the facilities and the two doors to two more bed rooms. This would be enough, for a regular family. But why? I have no clue. Yet, I don’t bother questioning it, at this time. Besides, it is part of my compensation for the job I had been hired to perform.

It doesn’t feel, as if it is my place to question her; right now. I have heard enough stories, of the consequences of questioning one’s employer, to hold my tongue. So long as she pay be enough for me to live my life, without controlling my life and free time. Maybe she had been expecting me to have a family of my own. Either now, or in the near future?

I would hate, to leave this job; just because I were to find a special someone, with which to share my life with.

I choose to go to the door to the first bed room. Well, I could have chosen either of these bed rooms, but then I would have to walk farther than I actually have to; just to go between my bed room and my living room, even if I only go back and forth once a day. This may not be a long distance, but still.

“Maybe I could use the first bed room to sleep in on a regular basis, and the last one for special occasions?” I ponder.

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While I would like to think, I had earned my position; based on my prior experiences and glowing recommendations, but this is still far too cushy a job for me to step down for anything.

Besides; she did not give me the impression; she was to permit me to step down, for anything as mundane as finding a special someone with which I would like to share my time and life with. When she had set her eyes on someone she wants, and said someone had accepted the position offered; she was not to step down, throwing me away for anything as trivial. Nothing less than a serious mistake, or my direct demand to leave would be accepted.

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“Maybe I could as well inspect the facilities, before I go down, to have a moment to relax in my sofa!” I ponder, as I am turning my steps towards the door leading to the little girl’s room.

I had chosen, not to see these facilities for long enough; I will have to see them, sooner or later. I can as well prepare myself, and avoid the chock of discovering them, at the most inopportune moment.

After I had walked the short distance to the door, I only stop to open the door and step right in; only to find the smooth and highly glossy black ceramic tiles under my bare feet. While these tiles may be smooth and glossy; I realize, I have a surprisingly good grip as I am walking into the small room.

I leave the door open. The next thing I am noticing; is the LED pin-prick star-scape overhead, only held in place by a layer of mate black silicone.

The walls had been laid with pristine, silicone white and highly glossy ceramic tiles; otherwise identical to the tiles I am currently standing on. Although; I do feel a hint of heat, emanating from the tiles I am currently standing on. Curious, but very convenient.

I open the door to the shower, enjoying the experience of the door sliding out of the way before me; only to see the room’s decoration identical to the room I am still standing in, aside from the wooden seats under which one could hide towels and sit on. True to the style; these wooden seats had been polished and lacquered to a highly glossy finish. Behind the glass door, made out of the same Sapphire Glass as is used to create the sofa table; I can see the small space that is my personal shower, with room for two adults. There is a black rubbery surface; the plaque controlling the shower for me, when I need to control it.

Once I had seen my shower, I am taking a step back; closing the door, before I am opening the second door to the little girl’s room.

“Curious..” I ponder; “but, at least; this is not a squat, which is just plain uncouth!” I conclude, somewhat mollified.

What I had found; had been a bit out on the left field, for me. (Well; this IS the little Girl’s room, but still!)

There is a small platform, currently resting on the floor; upon which I am to stand, while using the facility. The operation utilizes two tubes, or plugs inserted into my lower orifices, in order for me to use this facility. I will have to stand up, leaning back up against the wall for the entire time. (There are two armrests available, on which I can hold on and hold myself up upright!)

“Oh; and I appear to have no Porcelain Throne, either!” I ponder. (Then again, why did I need that, in the first place?)

All in all, I guess I should not be complaining, even if some of her choices appears to be rather outlandish to me. I will need to take a break; sitting down and rest, on my sofa seems like the ultimate solution, right now.

I step out of the facility room, leaving the shower and girl’s room unattended. I take the flight of stairs down, walking up to the sofa I am looking forwards to enjoy.

Once I had sat down, I am leaning back; enjoying the moment, as I am resting up after the unexpected experience. I open the armrest, extract the Sparkle Cola; before I am uncapping the bottle and take a generous swig, of the fizzy beverage.

“Ah!!” I exclaim, “I could get used to this..!” I conclude.

“Oh, wait..” I ponder, as I had taken another swig of my Sparkle Cola; “there was something more, I should be doing here!” I ponder.

“Oh, yes; I have a Holographic character to activate, as my assistant!” I exclaim. (This process should be quite easy; she had already streamlined this process, for my convenience!)

I am activating the screen before me, from my place in the sofa; before I am taking another swig of my beverage, raise to my feet and walk over to the screen on the other side of the room. (This is a surprisingly long distance, for being indoors in a sitting room.)

Since she had already streamlined the process; I just need to select the option of activating the Holographic Character, and the rest will tend to itself before my very eyes.

“Holographic Character” I read; “Activate” I choose.

As the character is being activated, I can see an image of myself as Sassy Saddles; she is standing before me, looking vacantly at the room before herself. A moment later, she is taking on space and I can see her as a three-dimensional character imitating my own form. Another moment, and she is starting to wake up and gain her consciousness; her form floating down towards the floor before me, looking at me as her feet are hitting the floor before me.

“Greetings, Sassy Saddles, I exclaim.

“Greetings, Sassy Saddles, she is responding.

It is not quite an echo, she is not just mimicking my response; she is greeting me in person, by name.

“It is a bit eerie, to see myself standing before me..” I ponder; “but this is part of my job, she had explained this to me!” I conclude. (Should I call it: Ghostly; since she does not have a physical body, yet?)

“Since you are here, Sassy; I could as well offer you a bottle of Sparkle Cola, before we get to the first business at hand!” I propose. (Business at Hoof!)

“At least, she did instruct me, in how to cure the Ghostly condition of hers!” I ponder; snickering, to myself.

The drink I am offering her, is a part of curing her condition; so I am very eager, to share my beverage with her, after all. Of course; this also means, that she can leave the building in order to run errands for me, if and when I so choose.

“Thank you, Sassy!” she responds, as she is accepting the proffered beverage.

I can see her uncapping the bottle; before she is taking her first swig; followed by another, and another. A minute later, she has emptied the bottle; capping it, before she is placing it on the table.

“Lead the way, it is time for the first order of business!” she points out.

“Oh, but of course..” I respond, as I am leading her up the flight of stairs; “right this way, please!” I continue, as I am taking her to the room, intended for this purpose.

“Thank you, Sassy..” she exclaims, as she is following me up the flight of stairs; “I am very eager, to get started..” she continues.

In the end, I am approaching the door, with Sassy in tow. I open the door, as she is following me into our private section. I have a table and two chairs, waiting for us to use them; but then again, they are chairs for us to sit on and nothing more.

There is a small drawer, under the table on the right side; containing the equipment, I will need in order to complete her. All the third Party products, intended to permit her to put on mass and become a physical person. My personal assistant, as it were.

Once inside the room; she is preparing tea, for the two of us; while I am extracting the nail-polish for her. I had chosen to start with polishing her nails, largely because it is the easiest part of this process; but I will enjoy applying her make-up and associated treatment as well.

I can clearly hear the water boiling and the steam spreading over the boiler; while she is placing two cups on the table. (Naturally; everything I could possibly need, in order to help her would be available within arm’s reach in the room!)

Once the water is boiling, she is pouring it into the thermos; before she is pouring up water into our respective cups, preparing the tea for us to enjoy. She also places a bottle of cold water on the table; before she is placing a cup of sugar, beside the bottle of water.

“How thoughtful, of her..” I ponder; “but this would ease the process, for her!” I conclude; “Thank you, Sassy!” I exclaim, as I am watching her preparing the tea for the both of us.

A moment later; we have a cup of newly brewed, steaming hot tea, before us.

“You are quite welcome, Sassy!” she responds, as she is taking her place on the chair opposite mine.

“Place your hands on the table, before you; palms down and spread your fingers wide, please!” I am instructing her.

I am watching her, as she is complying; while I am uncapping the vial of crystal clear, highly viscous gel.

With the vial uncapped, and her hands comfortably presented before me; I start to apply her manicure. I start by painting her finger-nails, starting with the thumb of her right hand, from the middle of the root, drawing the brush all the way down over the edge of the nail. From here, I continue; right and left, right and left; only to repeat the process with the back of her nail. Finishing up, by sealing the nail; applying it from the right to the center and from the left to the center.

Once I had painted the nail of her thumb; I repeat the process with each of her nails in turn; continuing with the nails of her left hand. Naturally; I can only complete this process, by painting her toe-nails as well.

Since she has two hands; she can still enjoy her tea, while I am painting the nails of the other hand.

“Could you complete my manicure?” she inquires, turning her hands palms up; “My touch pads require care-oil..” she points out; “and then you need to polish my suction-cups too!” she explains.

“Of course..” I respond; how could I possibly leave your manicure half-finished?” I inquire.

“Thank you, Sassy!” she responds, as I am swapping the nail-polish for the care-oils required, in order to finish her manicure.

“You are quite welcome, my dear Sassy!” I respond, as I conclude the process, applying the care-oil to her touch pads and suction-cups.

“If you wouldn’t mind, Sassy!” she offers; “but I would love, to return the favour..” she explains; “even if you technically don’t require the manicure or pedicure, right now!” she concludes.

“Yes, please..” I respond; “while I may not require the treatment; but I would still love to experience it, so that we have an experience to share!” I conclude.

With that, she is taking her seat, as I sit down; while she is performing the manicure and pedicure for me. (What I did not know, is what the consequences of applying these products on me; that the nails, touch pads and suction cups can’t revert to their original form, once the treatment is concluded.)

I still love the experience, for all it is worth; just as I love the look of my polished nails, with the highly glossy finish. (Let’s just hope; I will be enjoying the look just as much, in a month or in a few years time.)

Of course, these products were formulated to bind to physical matter; even if the purpose had been to ground a Holographic character to the physical realm. Technically; I did not need this treatment, but I guess I will be bonded to the character the tube is superimposing over my body.

As expected, it only takes a minute for the polish (Lacquer) to cure; just as it only takes a minute for the care-oil to be fully and irrevocably absorbed by the skin.

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An Accident

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