Twin Raritys'

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Hitting the Town

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Sweetie Belle

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