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Ms. April Squee's POV

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Introduction: 2

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I had walked up to the counter, stopping before the girl waiting for me.

As I approach, I can clearly see the girl before me; she is roughly twenty-one years of age, from what I can determine.

What is sticking out, is not the pale white skin or the smooth clothes she is wearing. A bloody metallic red skirt and top, stylishly cut; emphasizing her highly effeminate nature, even if it had never been required in the first place. Her beautiful hands, adorned by semi-square, inch-long, crystal clear nails; the perfectly curved lips, plump and matching the suit she is wearing.

If the silver metallic eye shadows is out of season, but the perfectly curved up, glistering metallic black eye-lashes never really did slip out of high fashion.

Her gaze, comfortably locking me in place as I reach her space within a radius of a yard; holding me squarely in place, as I make the final approach and stop the mere three feet from the crystal-clear counter she stands behind. The counter or desk, only visible; because the bright light is reflecting from it, while the palms of her hands comfortably resting gently on its surface.

It isn’t, as if I could miss the glossy black hair on her head; the bangs curling in under themselves in order to not hit her eyes or over-shadow them in the process, as well as the diminutive braids over her right and left ear respectively. What I miss, is the thick, tight braid all the way down her spine. Even if the three inch thick tail does continue below her generously plump rump and all the way down to her knees. Something, I guess I do find remarkable; if this is genuine hair.

Her clear, brilliant sapphire-blue eyes watching me; as I stand before her.

“Place the palm of your right hand on the plaque..” she instructs me; “then spread your fingers as wide as you can in order to confirm identity!” she concludes.

“Of course..” I respond; complying with the somewhat odd, and unexpected instructions I had just been given.

“A room for one, available?” I inquire.

“Yes, but of course..” she responds; “Take the elevator on my right!” she merely explains, indicating the direction.

“That, was too easy..” I ponder; “Thank you!” I respond, as I start walking in the indicated direction.

“Click, clack; click, clack; click, clack..” is heard, as I walk over the hard stone-floor.

“Marble?” I ponder; “possibly..” I consider, as I continue in the direction of the elevator she had promised me.
I can clearly see the double stainless steel sliding doors, I am walking towards; genuine, solid high quality stainless steel.

“Why does the designs make me picture this being a fortress?” I ponder; “But, with the veneer of a Royal castle!” I hastily add, to myself; almost as an afterthought, but undeniable all the same.

“There..” I ponder, as the plaque is visible a mere foot from the edge of the doors to the elevator.

I stop, briefly; lifting my right hand and extend it onto the plaque; pressing my hand gently, spreading my fingers in order to open the door. The doors quietly slide up majestically, before me; granting me entrance, and I am stepping in. If but with an instant of hesitation.

“A Turbo Lift?” I ponder.

The instant I had crossed the threshold, the doors quietly close behind me; just before I notice a girl standing before me, but naturally she had already seen me as the doors were sliding up.

“Greetings, April Squee!” she welcomes me; “I am Ellie the Waitress!” she then presents herself.

“Greetings, Ellie!” I respond, not even noticing or realizing the elevator already is launched towards my floor.

While I utterly fail to notice the elevator is going up; but what I do notice, is that this girl is identical to the Receptionist save the fact that her uniform is silver metallic in place of the metallic bloody red. This also means her lips. Strange?

The elevator is octagonal, each wall a full eight by eight foot. In the center of the space, I can see the four foot in diameter core; holding the elevator in place, while easily and eagerly propelling it to its designated destination. The destination is the floor of my room.

As we are reaching my floor, the doors slide up before me; I step out and the doors close behind me.

“Click, clack; click, clack..” is heard, as I am walking towards the door to my room.

After a moment, I find the door to my room; as I reach the door, I stop and lift my right hand. Now I extend the palm of my hand, gently pressing it onto the black and rubbery surface of the plaque; feeling the genuine warmth from the touch, as I am spreading my fingers in order to open the door.

While the lobby had been ostentatious marble, the elevator had been industrious stainless steel, but the floor of my room is a dark oaken wood parquet. The light beech-wood walls had been laid with a four foot tall pink cherry-wood picket fence.

What stands out above all; is how the ceiling is coated with a mate black silicon, holding the pin-prick LED star skape in place overhead. This seems to be the general theme of the floor of my suite. Possibly, the theme of the hotel, overall.

The light had been on, on a low night-light setting as I had opened the door to my suite; but once I am entering, I soon realize it is raising the setting to a more comfortable daytime setting. Convenient.

As I had stepped into the cloaking room, the door slides shut behind me. I am alone, in the fairly small room. Since I had had no company, there is none beside me; what had I been expecting, even if it is a room in a hotel and all that.

Before me, I see the shoe-rack, coat-rack and hat-rack; all in a fairly ostentatious and industrious style, I can’t help but enjoy from the first instant. Maybe the chromed style is fresh, and i can’t complain.

I quietly hang up my outdoors jacket, before I step out of my street-smart lacquered red high heels I had been wearing.

“A girl can enjoy a smart look?” I ponder; "just as she can enjoy a moment in quiet solitude to herself!” I continue; now comfortable to continue further into what is my home, for the duration of the stay.

I have the door to the girl’s room, and the shower on my left; just as I have the door to the living room before me.

I lift up my right hand, extending the palm gently onto the plaque; spreading my fingers wide, in order to open the door. The door slides up quite eagerly, and I step into the living room; the door quietly slides shut behind me, as I had stepped over the threshold. Could I keep the door open, with a command via the plaque; but I had no idea as to how, but I guess a bit of exploration would not hurt.

I have the three seated cinematic sofa on my right, the glistering black LED screen of the full-size television-set on my left, opposing the sofa. The sofa is looking like black leather, just glossy like vinyl and just as smooth. It looks, as if it had been polished just before I had entered the room. There is a table before the sofa, matching the style; chromed steel with a half inch thick glass table-top. Even if the glass unbeknownst to me is pure sapphire with just a hint of its blue tinge to it.

“Well, if I had paid for it..” I ponder; “I could as well enjoy a hint of style, I suppose!” I continue.

I plop down onto the middle seat of the sofa I have before me, sinking down into the seat and relax before the TV; lifting up the pad covering the fridge holding six bottles of Sparkle cola, picking one up and uncapping it with a satisfied sigh.

As I lift the bottle to my mouth, I take a sip; “The challenger!” I exclaim, while I gulp down a good mouth-full of the cool beverage.

Oh, this is cool, alright; not quite cold, but cool. In every possible meaning of the word.

Once I had gulped down the content of the bottle, I put the cap back on and put it back in its place; before I raise to my feet and stand up, turning towards the door to my bed room and walk the short distance to the door.

As I lift my right hand, pressing the palm down gently; I feel the warmth once more, as I am spreading my fingers to open the door. Once the door slides up, I step in into the room; the door slides shut behind me, as I had stepped over the threshold.

What I find, is a bed and the bed stand. The head is facing away from the door, the doors to the two wardrobes on the foot end of the bed. My bed has been made with a glistering black sheet covering the entire mattress, and a crystal-clear Pi inch thick quilt. However, I can see Twilight’s mark, in the form of the large star over an identical white; surrounded by the six stars symbolizing her closest friends and the elements of her harmony. There is one more mark, on the right and left respectively; albeit smaller, but otherwise identical to the large one in the middle.

I pat the quilt with my right hand, satisfied with what I had found.

There is no window, in the room; but I can feel a hint of the cool breeze of air, keeping the air fresh. Strangely enough; there is a scent of luscious, tall grasses and apples on the air. I find it soothing and calming.

While I had not exactly packed all that many clothes; but now I feel an urge, to change into something fresh and step over to the wardrobe. The twin doors of each of the two wardrobes are crafted out of linden wood.

I open the doors to the first wardrobe, finding metallic bloody red garments; looking and feeling as if they had been crafted out of some manner of latex rubber for all I know. Just that this is a special silicone, in place of the latex or rubber one may have been expecting. If it is for the durability, or the case of the rare allergic reaction; but it is what I have, not that I care for the reasons why.

I pull the shirt I wear up over my head, placing it on the bottom of the wardrobe before me; before I slip the skirt down, kicking it up and drop it onto the shirt. From there, I slip my panties down; dropping them onto the floor in a gesture of liberation and freedom, I am sure I will be enjoying. The panties soon find themselves on the top of the pile of clothes; I had deposited, on the floor of my wardrobe.

Now I am bending over, pulling my socks off of my feet right and left. Only lifting my feet up, in order to make it easier; to pull the white cotton socks off of my feet, before I unceremoniously dump them onto the pile of clothes.

I had been wearing a black cotton skirt and matching shirt as I arrived.

The last garment to fall, is the top I wear; I just pull it up over my head, before I leave it onto the top of the pile. With that, I am stark naked; nude and happy with the sensation, but eager to explore the offered garments before me.

“If they offer me these, to try on and wear; why not just take them up on the offer, and see how they feel to wear?” I ponder.

I pick up a pair of panties, “Rarity” and “E cup” the labels read.

Curious, but I can at least try them on; before I complain.

I find the garment to possess a fluid and highly insistent elasticity; smooth and slippery, as if lubricated with the best of high-quality lubricants I could possibly imagine.

Now, I am stepping into the panties I had so generously been offered; pulling them all the way up effortlessly, only to afford the garment a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“There, a perfect fit; if ever I had experienced one, and I am not about to question it right now!” I ponder; mouthing the words, almost as if I had been pronouncing each word.

“It almost feels, as if I had had my hips shaved and painted with red latex; by an artist specialized in the art of Body-Painting Clothes and Garments, on the Flesh!” I ponder; still mouthing the words, subconsciously clinging to it.

When I slide my right hand over the garment, I feel the smooth surface of the silicone; but the only hint of the border, is the difference in texture between the skin and the panties I had just slipped on.

Once I had put the panties on, confirming it had slipped on just right; I am extracting a top, matching the panties.

“Rarity” the label reads; “C Cup” and “F Cup - Play” the subtitles read.

“I want to see myself as a C Cup, even if I know I am no more than a B Cup..” I ponder; “but a girl can dream, a girl can dream; can’t she?” I continue.

Pulling the top down over my head, is only too easy; the fluid elasticity had seen to it, just that my experience of slipping the panties made me secure in slipping the matching top on.

“Could I rip these garments, if I tried?” I ponder;”Not that I had wanted to try, but still?” I question.

“Well, why should I bother trying?” I ponder; “What’s the point?!” I put forth, giggling at the mere notion.

Maybe the material is a mere millimeter thick, but it is highly elastic and resists adamantly.

“Toe-stockings?” I ponder;”Full-length?” I consider.

“Sounds like fun, I guess!” I ponder; “They really do offer me full-length toe-stockings that will be fitting me?” I inquire, my curiosity peaked.

“Either way, I guess it could not hurt, trying them on; just to see if I like them, and if I don’t I just pull them right off again!” I ponder.

With that, I extract the stockings, right and left; lifting my feet up, right and left in turn. Slipping the right foot into the stocking, pulling it all the way up in a smooth motion. Feeling the slippery and smooth surface eagerly slide, as the stocking swallows the foot and the toes are slipping into place; as if the stocking had been guiding them, on its own. Oh, well; maybe it had, even if I can’t quite make myself picturing it.

With the right stocking on, I simply repeat the process; lifting up my left foot, slipping it into the matching stocking. As I put my left foot down onto the floor; I stand comfortably, feeling as if I had put on a pair of tights. Tight, ultra tight; metallic bloody red. Effortlessly emphasizing my effeminate curves, making me feel the pride in myself.

“How, and why could they afford me such complimentary garments?” I ponder.

“Maybe, just maybe; I should be looking for a pair, of matching gloves?” I ponder, giggling as I am musing upon the thought.

“Yes, but of course!” I ponder; extracting the gloves, from where they had been stored in the wardrobe before me.

I slide my right hand into the glove, pulling it all the way up into my armpit; affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. Only to repeat the process, slipping my left hand into the second glove; only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

With that; my arms are covered or coated with the same metallic bloody red silicon as my top, panties and stockings.

What I had initially failed to notice and realize; is that these gloves lends the palm of my hands a suction-cup covering the entire palm of the respective hand, hyper-sensitive touch-pads covering the tips of each finger from the final joint and all the way in under the respective nail, aside from the semi-square, inch-long, and crystal-clear nails identical to the once of both the Receptionist and Ellie the waitress. The nail starts just after the final joint, almost exactly as the touch-pads. Curious. Curious, indeed.

“These garments are exciting me..” I ponder; “Now I am feeling frisky, and in a playful mood!” I conclude; closing the doors to my wardrobe, walking towards the door.

I lift my right hand, extending the palm onto the plaque; spreading my fingers wide, opening the door and walk into the living room. As I step over the threshold, the door closes behind me with barely a sound; while I am walking over to the sofa.

As I activate the TV set, I am faced with a menu.

“Room Service” I read, opting to see what options I may have.

For now, I am ignoring everything about her appearance, but choose to continue.

“Name” I read; “Lotus” I fill in.

“Okay, Lotus; I am sure, you are eager to help me out here!” I ponder; “Both eager, and capable!” I conclude.

I opt for her to bring a set of Toys, for her to use in my bed room, before I confirm the selection.

Once the order had been placed, and I had confirmed it; the screen is indicating, that my order had indeed been confirmed and approved.

“I could slip into my bed room..” I initially ponder; “I want to greet her, in the door!” I then consider, my mind made up; so I deactivate the screen and walk over to the door to my cloaking room.

I just stop by the door and lift up my right hand, extending the palm onto the plaque; spreading my fingers, in order to open the door and step out of my living room. As I step through, the door is closing behind me without me even noticing it.

“How long will it take for Lotus to arrive?” I ponder, where I am standing in the middle of the cloaking room; waiting for the Room Service to arrive.

A few minutes later, the door slides up; Lotus stepping into my suite, looking just as I had been expecting. The only difference, is that her suit is a metallic electric blue. Of course, this would include her lips.

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“Miss April Squee needs a playmate on her room!” I read, denoting the order a mere moment after it had been confirmed.

“Who is ready to take her request?” I inquire.

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“A Playmate?” I inquire; “Yes!” the operator confirms; “and she requires a set of Toys, for the session?” I inquire; “Exactly!” the operator confirms.

“I take it..” I respond.

“Thank you, and have fun..” the operator exclaims, as I raise to my hooves and walks over to the elevator.

With that, I trot over to the elevator door; the doors slide up, and I step into the elevator. Ellie navigates up to the floor, where April Squee’s room is located and stops on her floor; the doors slide up and I step out, trotting over to the door to her suite.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I trot between the elevator and the door to the suit where I had been summoned.

As I reach the door, it slides up and I step in; the door is closing behind me, just as I had crossed the threshold.

“Greetings, April!” I exclaim, as I find the girl waiting for me.

“Greetings, Lotus!” the girl responds, as I enter the cloaking room of her suite.

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I had noticed that she is wearing a pair of Crescent Moon boots of the Equine variety. Just hearing the noises she is making, as she is trotting over the floor is exciting me.

“Thank you, Lotus; for coming so swiftly..” I exclaim, eager to explore the games she had prepared for me.

“You are quite welcome, I am just enjoying to serve you for the day!” Lotus explains, snickering in excitement.

I watch her, as she is stepping up to the door, opening it and stepping into the living room with me in tow.

Lotus turns around, in order to face me and I stop one step from her. Eagerly awaiting, what she is offering.

“I hope you enjoy horsing around..” she offers me, as a first suggestion.

“Horsing around?” I inquire, looking at her hooves for a moment with excitement.

“That is a Yes, then?” she inquires, as she is extracting a bit in my size.

“Just pony up..” I respond, in reaction to what I had imagined what she was having in mind.

The bit is crystal-clear and glisters in the light between the two of us.

“I need you to lick it, in order for it to be intimately personalized!” she is probing, and I am accepting the offered toy.

I hold the item, one hand holding on to each of the two rings; parting my lips as I pull it closer to my mouth, before I am licking it methodically from the right to the left. I am covering the crystal-clear silicon with my saliva.

“Just a moment..” she offers, as she is producing a lip-liner and a lip-gloss; or, what i think she is offering me.

“Part your lips, and smile..” she instructs me.

As I comply; she is drawing a line along the outer rim of my lips. From the right to the left, along the upper lip; then from the left to the right, along my lower lip. She withdraws the pencil as she had closed the circuit, before she swaps the lip-liner for the lip-gloss and repeats the process.

Naturally, I had felt the thin tip of the lip-liner along the rim of my lips, just as I feel the lip-gloss coating my lips as she continues to apply a thin layer to coat and cover my upper and lower lips.

This time she starts from the middle, drawing to the right and left; inside the invisible line, she had just created with the lip-liner. Right and left, right and left; right and left, right and left. She had started just inside the line, moving ever further down; until she had gone as far, as she considers my upper lip to be.

Once she had finished my upper lip, she continues and repeat the process, applying the lip-gloss onto my lower lip.

Just to finish the process, by applying a second line on top of the lip-liner she had applied; before she had applied the lip-gloss. With that, she had bound the lip-gloss onto my lips; securing its effect, for me to enjoy.

“Just one small item, before I can continue!” she explains.

With that, she is producing a brush, with which she is coating the bit with a crystal-clear gel.

“Now, if I may..” she offers, accepting the bit back, stepping around me to stand behind me.

Had I licked my lips now, I would have found them deliciously slippery and exceedingly wet; as if coated with lubrication, or as if I had been excited but both in the same time. Just that the gel presented as Lip-gloss also applied a thin membrane on the surface of my lips, just as it made my lips highly elastic almost as if they had been comprised out of silicone.

However, I am still ignorant of this detail.

“Part your lips, please..”she is urging me, suggesting how best to enjoy what she had in mind for me.

I eagerly comply, before I had the time to even consider; the next moment, I feel the bit slipping in between my lips and I am hard pressed to vocalize any further response.

The bit easily slides in, between my lips as I am parting them; then she continues to pull the bit further and further inside my mouth. I soon find my lips closing around the bit, feeling the entire bit between my lips; before I bite down onto the bit, instinctively.

Just that I never feel the bit between my teeth, as I bite down hard; as the effect of the bit had already changed my teeth, into what could have been seen as equine.

Once I bite down, she can let go of the two rings at the right and left side of my bit; picking up the right and left straps, attaching them to the respective ring. Now she pulls these straps back behind my head; comfortably fastening the bit with the help of these semi-clear, skin-tone silicon straps.

“Feels okay?” she inquires; as she had let go of the straps, holding the bit into place in my mouth.

Since I can’t vocalize the response; I just nod my head vigorously, confirming what she had expected.

With the bit securely in place, fitted into my mouth; she is picking up a pair of new straps, securing them to the rings on the bit, then securing these under my chin.

“There, that should hold your bit into place!” she declares.

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The office is located under the lobby, on sub-level three. A chrome-plated horse-shoe table stands with the open end towards the door.

At the head of the table, Twilight is sitting on the extended chair; wearing a modified version, of the uniform, she wore at the Crystal Prep where she had previously attended, in order to enjoy her scholastic adventure. While the education had been fine, or so she had initially thought, the friends and camaraderie had been anything but, leaving her stranded and alone in a social vacuum. The escape had presented itself, at the Canterlot High; where she had been partaking in the Friendship Games, based on blatantly being black-mailed into going against her will. She had had no interest in the game itself, when she would much rather continue to further her own personal project.

The project had taken a turn, and she had made a few friends at the new school.

Jumping ship had proved to be the long sought salvation, with the new friends by her side. She could never have imagined, how the transfer could have changed her life; before she had set foot at the new school, experiencing the friendships they so freely offered.

“Thankfully, she had accepted the offer..” Twilight mumbles to herself; “Queen Chrysalis can enjoy her reign; as the Hotel should be sustaining her and every one of the Changeling of her hive, without bothering a single Pony or inhabitant at her side of the gate!” she concludes.

Spike steps up to the table, behind Twilight; pouring up tea in her recently emptied cup, on the notion of her requiring more of the tea. Spike carries the pot with him, putting it onto a table behind the desk; before walking out of the room, closing the door behind himself.

Twilight pick up her cup, once more and takes a sip of her tea; before placing the cup, back onto the table.

“Hmm..” Twilight mumbles; "he knows, just how much I love this blend!” she considers; snickering to herself, quietly.

Rarity enters the room, while leaving the door open; stepping over to the chair to the right of Twilight, pulling out the chair and sits down. She sits quietly for a moment, pondering; before she lifts up her cup thoughtfully, slowly sipping on her tea.

“Look at this..” Rarity exclaims, looking at an image of a suit she had designed for the Changelings of Chrysalis’ Hive; “From what I can see, it seems as if they are taking to the suit!” she then adds.

“Going by the information I have, of which that image is a fair representation; her Changelings are liking your designs, but I can’t blame them!” Twilight responds, musing.