Twin Raritys'

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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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