Author's Note

Ms. Aloe's POV

Next Chapter: Just out of Bed(the Deer)

Out of the Closet: 2

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The last Aide had just slipped out of the room, as the time is running out. The stipulated twenty-four hours are about to run out, in just a few more minutes; so I am walking up to Miss Maid, as I am counting down the minutes and seconds.

Just as the last second is out, I reach down and extract the tube from her belly button; the coating of lubrication retreats and she is no longer sealed up.

As the last remnant of the lubricating gel is leaving her body, she is starting to come to; just as if she had been waking up, but still in her orgasmic state. I can see her body convulsing with each consecutive orgasm, for a few minutes, before she finally achieves her climax and starts to regain her focus.

“Uhh..” she sighs, as her lips are parting.

A moment later, she is falling asleep, promptly as she is losing consciousness after the exhaustion she is suffering in the process. With that, I am stepping out; leaving her to sleep it of, while she is still basking in the afterglow of her experience.

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I wake up, in my bed; still exhausted, but with a warmth and still excited.

“She did not put anything on, yesterday?” I ponder; as I realize I am stark naked, where I am lying in my bed.

Of course, the bed would be only too easy to clean up; just as I just need a shower, and I would be clean.

I slip my right hand out, from under the crystal-clear quilt covering my body; momentarily holding it up before my eyes, looking curiously at my hand.

Something is off in an odd manner, I can not quite put a finger onto; so I just opt to folding the quilt up, up against the wall. Sliding my feet out from under the quilt, sitting up onto the bed; sliding out of the bed, only to stand up with the thump of my feet hitting the floor as I am standing up on the floor in my room.

“Even in the sparse light, the skin of my hand had had a strange glossy sheen to it..” I ponder; “almost, almost as if my hand had been rubber, or something to the effect?” I consider, giggling at the absurdity of the mere notion.

Still, there is a sheen of artifice to my skin; and not just my hand, either. I can’t deny it.

As if it had just been the smooth and glossy surface?

She had offered me a massage, the other day? Not just the one; but then she had repeated it, once and twice.

As the memories are coming back to me, as I am focusing on the events since I had stepped into the suit and ordered the Room Service; I do feel more and more alert, as the moments are slipping by.

Folding the quilt back down, before I am walking up to the door to my living room. I lift my right hand up, extending it gently onto the plaque; spreading my fingers as wide as comfortably possible, in order to open the door and step into my living room.

While I am nude, it is not inconveniencing me at the moment; as I am stepping over to the sofa, plopping down into the seat. Of course, the door had closed behind me, quietly; but this is of no consequence, to me.

“Curious..” I ponder, as my rump is hitting the smooth surface of the black Silicone.

While I had been used to the slippery quality of the panties I wore the other day; but now I am stark naked, and the slipperiness insistently remains, as if I had still been wearing these panties and stockings. The room is just as warm and inviting as it had been the other day; there is nothing revealing my nudity, I could put a finger to.

Since the day, or night had been taxing in the extreme; I am not all there and fully attentive, even if you don’t take the lingering afterglow into account. I have not eaten or drunk anything, in the last twenty four or twenty five hours; so I guess I can be excused for being a bit ditzy and scatterbrain, not to notice every tiny little detail right now.

Sitting down, I soon open the fridge; pulling out a bottle of Sparkle Cola, before I am uncapping it and take a slow and thoughtful swig of it.

I leave the cap on the table, not quite noticing the bottle of yesterday had disappeared and been replaced. This is a hotel; and I could be expecting a bit of room service, couldn’t I? The floor is just as clean, dust-free as the other day; nothing seems to be out of place, though.

Now, after a moment; I lift up the bottle to my lips, taking another sip. Slowly, enjoying its content flowing down my throat.

“Aaah..” I exclaim, as I enjoy the beverage, and the effect it is having upon me.

The Sparkle Cola is largely just a fizzy drink with high sugar content and caffeine, aside from various elements and flavours to make it enjoyable; but it is still invigorating to me, to feel the liquid flow down my throat. Maybe the twenty or more hours had rendered my throat dry, to the point of feeling parched and dry; possibly even dusty, and thus growing uncomfortable.

Swig by swig, I sip the Cola I had picked up; enjoying every drop of it, as it is washing down the dust, making me feel more and more comfortable in the process.

The bottle is emptied, faster than I had been enjoying; even if I had not drunk particularly fast, or anything.

I carefully put the cap on the bottle, before I pick up the second bottle; uncapping it and place the cap onto the table, before I am taking my first sip.

“This..” I ponder; “is life!” I consider, content.

Of course, I can not complain right now; considering the joy of my Cola, and the effect the still lingering afterglow has on my experience.

Somewhere, in the middle of sipping my second bottle’s content; my brain is slowly starting to actively work, but I am still enjoying the content of the bottle to the fullest. Maybe there is something more to the Sparkle cola; than just the sugary, fizzy drink with caffeine added? I do not know, and it isn’t something I consider. Why?

I am enjoying myself.

“Maybe it is time, to call up some room service?” I ponder, activating the screen with the flick of a button.

From there, I choose to select Aloe, from the other day; making her my default option, for my room service.

While waiting, I am picking up a third bottle of Sparkle Cola; as I had capped the now empty bottle, before I am uncapping it. I raise the bottle to my mouth, enjoying a large sip.

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Miss Maid had requested me, to serve her breakfast, or is it lunch now? Either way, she had requested my presence; with that, I had taken the elevator up to her floor.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, from my hooves; as I am trotting the short distance between the elevator, and the door to her suite.

I open the door and step in, the door is closing behind me quietly; I continue over to the next door, opening it and enter her living room. She is sitting in the center seat of her sofa with a bottle of Sparkle cola in hand.

“Greetings, Miss Pet Maid!” I exclaim, as I am approaching her with the trolley before me.

“Greetings, Aloe!” she responds; “Thank you, for the prompt response!” she adds, while I am stepping up to the table, placing her buffet onto the table before her.

“You are quite welcome, Pet..” I respond, tentatively, using only her preferred first name.

Since she had chosen me, to perform the services; opting to select me as her default maid, I choose to see it as appropriate to use a more familiar format of addressing her.

While she is eating, I pick up the empty bottles, standing idly on the table; slipping in new bottles, to replace the empty bottles she had been enjoying.

In this context, under the current circumstances; I chose to make it into an extended Brunch, permitting the two to compliment one another in her situation. Watching her, enjoying her meal; is satisfying, to me.

However, her meal will be concluded, the moment coming to a satisfying end; as I collect the dishes, placing them back onto the trolley. My aide will take care of the trolley, while I am tending to Pet. No need to worry, over that now.

“Since the meal is concluded; maybe you would enjoy trying on some day-wear, or exploring yourself for a moment?” I incite her, with a suggestion.

“Yes..” she responds; “yes, yes, yes..” she continues, in overt excitement; “but..” she ponder; “why didn’t I think of that?” she considers.

“Can I hold your braid, please?” she inquires; “Yes, but of course..” I respond; “by all means, please do!” I conclude, handing her the end of my braid, watching her as she is accepting it.

As she is holding on to my braid, I start walking to the door to her bed room; only stopping, in order to open the door. I lift up my right hand, extending the palm onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide, in order to open the door. I step into the room, with Pet in tow; the door quietly sliding shut, just as she had stepped over the threshold.

As the door is closing, I walk up to the second wardrobe, containing her day-wear; stopping, opening the door and gesturing for her to step forth.

I watch her, as she takes the final steps up to the now open wardrobe; presenting her with the clothes, of the day.

“Oh..” she gasps; “Oh, oh, oh..” she exclaims, in excitement; scanning the content before her, as she is examining the options before her.

“While I extract a pair of fitting panties; I would like you to take a moment, exploring yourself..” I offer, while I am extracting the pair of skin-tone panties for her; “these should be just right, for you today!” I then conclude.

“Oh, oh..” she responds, with a curious look on her face; “but, of course!” she concludes, as her right hand moves up to her mound.

I watch her, intently; as her fingers are caressing her mound, the petals of her orchid and incidentally slip in; before she had even realized what she was doing, or had the chance to stop herself.

“Oh, oh, oh..” she gasps; as it is sinking in, what she had just done; before she had even realized, what she was doing.

“My mound, so large; slippery and wet?” she ponders.

“But, what had you been expecting; you chose an E Cup, after all?” I query.

“Uh, wait..” she responds; “You mean to say, that I chose to make my mound; like this?” she then inquires, incredulously.

“If you chose the E Cup, and you obviously did do that; so, that is..” I offer.

“Uhm..” I snicker; “just relax..” I suggest; ”you don’t want to excite yourself too much, before you have explored yourself, not to mention put on the new day-wear ensemble!” I offer.

“What if you were to explore your rear, too?” I inquire; she gulps; but then; “I have to let go of your braid, too?” she continues.

I feel my braid swing back, swishing along my back; as she had let go of it, before her hand is moving over to her rump. She hesitantly caress the skin, of her rump; her fingers slowly moving closer and closer.

“My skin; so soft and smooth, almost like a doll..” she intones; “but warm..” she then adds, as an observation.

“I would hope so..” I offer; “Hot..” she then corrects herself, her eyes going wide.

“If you place the tip of your free index-finger just under your tail and let your fingers slide down the valley to the edge of your mound; then slide up, adding just a bit of pressure; then slide your fingers down and up adding a measure of pressure with each passing slide?” I coo; ”oh..” she mouth, as she is placing the tip of the finger where I had suggested, then following the suggestion, slowly.

“My Tail?” she ponder; “It is a tail, your tail; even if it is too short, to pierce your skin!” I explain, with a snicker; “Oh..” she responds, as it starts to make sense to her.

“Exactly..” I respond; “Ecellent, excellent..” I ponder, snickering.

“Oh, oh..” she mouths; “so slippery, and tight..” she then adds, with each passing over the entrance to the orifice.

“Just the way, you like it..” I coo; “don’t you?” I then inquire.

“Yes..” she responds; “yes, yes, yes..” she mouths; “But..” she starts; "but, but.. I’m growing tighter; with each passing..” she then observes, mouthing the realization, with awe on her voice.

“Delicious..” I offer; “Isn’t it?” I then add, cooing.

“Oh, oh..” she mouths in response; “Yes, yes, yes; it is..” she continues, in excitement.

“Oups..” I ponder; “I distracted her, from pulling out her right hand?” I consider, with a snicker.

I observe her, with growing excitement; noticing a smile spreading out over her face, as she continues.

“Wait, this would be just about the right time..” I ponder; “Could you give me your right hand; for just a moment, please?” I coo, in delighted excitement.

“Of course!” she ponders; as she is motioning to pull out her preferred hand to me; only to stop halfway, as her hand refuses to come out.

“Uhm..” she tries to say, no sound coming over her now tight pressed lips; “but, but..” she continues; “I can’t pull out my hand..” she realizes; “and now, I can’t even part my lips; enough to voice my words, intents or thoughts?” she considers; as the ploy slowly is dawning upon her, where she stands before me, as I am observing her.

“Exciting?” I inquire, as I observe the expression on her face.

“Let me help you..” I offer, as I push the left hand in; before she had the time to realize what I am doing.

“Oh..” I coo; lifting my right hand up to her face with the index-finger extended, placing the tip of the finger on her lower lip and gently pressing it down.

“Uh, uh, uh, uuh..” she tries through tight lips; eyes wide in shock and growing excitement.

“Just..” I coo; “one more push!” I offer, as I press the tip of my index-finger onto her lower lip; feeling it contracting further, in the process.

With that, I withdraw one step and pull my hand away; before I produce an oral membrane tube. I place the tube onto the tip of the right index-finger; pressing the finger in between her lips, permitting her to experience it sliding in between her lips and into her mouth.

Once the tube is inserted, I watch her and the expressions on her face. She is experiencing the tube sliding into her mouth; as it is coating not just her lips but also the inside of her mouth, her tongue and down the entire length of her throat; while leaving her able to breathe just as freely as before.

Her lips are remaining just as tightly contracted, pressed together; but there is a sign, the tube had reached all the way down. I produce the lip-liner intended to bond the oral tube onto her lips and into her mouth; drawing the line along the upper lip from the right to the left, and along the lower lip from the left to the right. Once I am completing the circuit, the bond is in effect; not just bonding the membrane to her flesh, but also blending it into the flesh of her mouth, her tongue and her throat.

I put the lip-liner aside, before I produce the metallic bloody red lip-gloss; presenting it to her, before I apply it in the same manner I had applied it the previous day. In effect, leaving her lips slippery, smooth and exceedingly wet with an oily sheen to them and an equally oily slipperiness.

“There, I pronounce, confirming the action and the result incurred, before I put the lip-gloss aside.

I pick up the lip-liner, turning it around; before I repeat the process of drawing a line along the outer rim of her lips once over. Once, twice and thrice; only breaking off, in order for her to experience this on her own, before I start over.

Once I had put the lip-liner aside, the bond had been reinforced thrice; I lift my right hand and extend my index-finger, placing the tip on her lower lip and press down gently, only to slide the tip in an inch, two inches and three before I pull back.

“Focus on gently parting your lips and open your mouth, slowly; don’t push it, and you will still be mute for the time being!” I point out.

“Just relax..” I offer; “and you will have your lips parted, soon enough!” I offer, as I am reaching for the wrist of her right hand; slipping in two fingers of my right and left hand respectively from each side, spreading her open and stretching her enough for her hand to slide out.

“Oh, oh..” Pet mouths, inwardly.

I pull my fingers out of her, once her hand is out; before I lift my hand with an extended index-finger, gently placing the tip of the finger on the lower rim of her orchid and press down gently.

Just as I had told her, about how she will be mute while the tube is in her mouth; she is, but it does not discourage her from the exercise to part her lips ever so slowly and gently. While she is occupied with the exercise, I provoke her orchid to contract; before I finally insert her vaginal tube, as I deem her tight enough for what I had in mind. Once the tube is sliding in, I observe her; bonding the tube into place, as it had slipped all the way in and is coating her all the way in, to the bottom of her womb.

Once the vaginal tube has been bonded into her orchid, I apply a special vaginal lubrication; before I reinforce the bond, with the lip-liner: once, twice and thrice.

Incidentally, this will leave her perpetually wet and slippery, of course; leaving her with a ceaseless excitement, provoked by both touch and focus. What I had never told her, is how this process of bonding the tube into her is making her ultra-tight; something she will have to realize soon enough, for her to explore.

I watch her, for a moment longer; as I had finished the process of bonding the vaginal tube into her, before I tentatively pace the tip of my index finger on the lower edge of her orchid; applying a gentle pressure and rub her for half a moment before I pull back.

Once I had stepped back, I sidestep her and walk around her; placing two fingers on the right and left side of her anal orifice; sliding in my fingers, before I slowly and carefully spread her enough for her left hand to slide out. I continue to spread her, for but a minute; just to give her that special sensation of being open and vulnerable. As I let go, her orifice is imploding with a squeaking wet noise. I lift up my right hand, extending the index-finger; placing it onto the lower side of the rim of her anal orifice. With a moment of applied pressure and teasing rubbing; I make sure she is as tight as I had intended, before I pull back and insert her anal membrane tube.

With the final tube inserted, I apply the lip-liner; drawing a line along the outer rim of the tube, bonding the tube into her orifice, as I finally close the circuit. Now I apply gel-lubrication to the inside of her anal tube; before I reaffirm the bond by drawing a new line along it’s outer rim, thus reinforcing the bond: once, twice and thrice.

Not only does this make her deliciously tight and wet, it also leaves her highly elastic to the point I can play with her like a Toy; without worrying about hurting her, in the process. While she is not aware of it, but I can feel her emotions confirming what I had in mind for her; will indeed be enjoyable, for her too.

Since I had prepared her, by inserting the membrane-tubes into her orifices; I extend my right hand, presenting her with the promised panties.

“Smooth Silicon, utter gloss and skin-tone; ultra-elastic and skin-tight?” she is mouthing, inquisitively; trying her best to convey what she had been hoping under the current impediment she is under.

“Exactly..” I just coo, indicating for her to try them on.

She is lifting her right hand up towards me, extending it in order to accept the offered garment; before she is stepping into the panties left and right, pulling it all the way up. With a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; she is assuring the perfect fit.

Once she had put the panties on, she is caressing the smooth material of her panties; just to confirm that she is actually wearing them, while she is familiarizing herself with wearing them. Looking down, noting that the glistering surface is giving them away; just as the slippery smoothness of the silicon is the only difference from her skin.

“If they had not been so glossy, I would never have seen them; but if they had not been so smooth, I would not know where the border between the panties and my skin is!” she ponders, in delight; even as this is scaring her and leaving her excited, because of it.

I had been standing before her, as she is putting the panties on; while she was putting them on, I am extracting the top matching her panties and what she had been wearing before. Once she had confirmed that the panties are on, fitting just right; I offer her the top and she is extending her right hand, accepting the preferred garment. Now I am watching her, as she is slipping the garment down over her head; pulling it all the way down, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice.

“Beautiful..” I exclaim; causing her to smile warmly, in obvious appreciation.

“Thank you, Aloe!” she mouths.

“You are quite welcome, my dear Pet!” I respond, smiling back; extracting a pair of full-length toe-stockings for her, offering them for her to try on.

She is accepting the stockings, picking the right one; lifting the foot, slipping it into the stocking: Then she is sliding the foot down, pulling the stocking all the way up to the rim of her panties, only to put the foot down onto the floor. Now she is repeating the process; only to afford her stockings a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice.

I extract a pair of full-length gloves, matching what she wore last night and her current ensemble; extending my right hand, offering her the gloves. She is accepting the gloves; slipping her right hand into the glove, pulling it all the way up to her armpit. Once she had slipped on her left glove too; she is affording the gloves a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice.

Once she had put the gloves on, I step aside to reveal the full-length mirror behind me; so that she can see her reflection, permitting her to see how she is looking while wearing the new skin-tone ensemble.

“Oh, oh, oh..” she mouths, soundlessly; as she is watching her reflection.

“If you step over to your bed, and lay down on your belly; I have a surprise, for you to experience.” I coo; watching her follow the suggestion to the letter, after she had nodded ascent.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you..” she is mouthing, as she is stepping over to her bed; before she is laying down, comfortably resting and relaxing.

I follow her over to the bed, after I had closed the wardrobe behind us; reaching down to her feet right and left respectively.

As I had reached her feet, I extend my long and index-finger respectively; pressing them down gently between the three largest toes, sliding my fingers along the souls of her feet all the way up over her heels.

“How did that feel?” I inquire.

“Curious..” she merely responds, silently mouthing the word.

“One small item, before I can tell her to sit up; she would appreciate it, if I were to apply the clear protective gel onto the souls of her feet right now!” I ponder; snickering at the notion and the effect is will be having upon her, from now on.

While she is still resting comfortably on her belly, I am producing the can of gel I had in mind for her; “I hope; you will not mind, if I were to offer you a foot massage?” I inquire, as I am uncapping the can of gel.

“Oh, not at all..” she is mouthing, nodding her consent; “as a matter of fact; I am sure, I will love it!” she concludes.

With that, I am scooping up the gel in my right hand; spreading it out over the palms of my hands, as I am rubbing them together and warming up the gel in the process. Once the gel is warm, I start caressing it in over the soul of her right foot; starting from her heel and work my way down, all the way down to her toes. Naturally, I am not neglecting her toes; but give these all the attention, to watch her the soul of her foot coated with the gel soon saturating and congealing in the process.

With the entire soul of her right foot tended to; I am repeating the process, massaging her left foot as well. Once the gel is saturating the skin of the soul of her foot; it is working its magic, resetting the foot to the given posture. Of course, the gel had been applied not just to the heel and the soul of the foot itself; but also the full-length of each of her toes, all the way down to the nail of the respective toes.

“Now I need you to sit up onto your bed, before you can stand up before me!” I explain.

“Oh, oh; okay!” she merely responds; turning around before she is sitting up, onto her bed.

At first, she does not even notice or realize the change I and incurred onto her feet.

She is pushing herself off of the bed in order to stand up; finding herself standing up with a squeaking wet thud as the tip of her toes are hitting the floor.

“I take it, you did read the labels of your garments, yesterday..” I point out, as I am standing before her; where she is standing before her bed, even if she is standing on the tips of her toes and not on her feet now.

“Yes, I did..” she mouths, nodding confirmation; “and each of the garments was made by a Rarity; whomever she may be?” she then continues.

“Am I correct, in assuming you chose the B Cup for your Brassiere?” I inquire; “Yes!” she mouths, once more nodding confirmation.

“But..” I push forth; “were you aware, of the stockings being labeled Ballerina?” I inquire.

“Yes..” she responds, once more nodding; “but, what does it mean?” she inquires; “I had no idea, I did not realize; it was of any consequence, beyond a design feature!” she offers.

“A Ballerina is graceful!” I offer; “Besides, in style; she is gracefully on the tip of her toes, tip-toeing on stage, before a large crowd!” I explain.

“Oh, okay..” she mouths; “now it starts to make sense..” she continues.

I am capping the gel, I had used to cares the souls of her feet; protecting the souls of her feet and resetting them, into this posture as a Ballerina. Once I had capped the can, I put it away, before I am producing a small can of crystal-clear gel; intended for the palms of her hands, offering her to use it as hand-cream, once I had uncapped it before her.

“Oh, okay..” she responds, nodding as she is accepting the offer; “Thank you, Aloe!” she adds, scooping up the gel with her right hand.

“Just rub it in, and make sure it is covering the entire palm of your hands; all the way out to your fingertips and preferably between your fingers too!” I offer, watching her complying.

The gel is leaving a glossy surface, where it is worked in; a millimeter or so thick, as it is saturating the skin of the palms of her hands. Once cured, the gel is leaving her with a smooth surface.

“Would you like to hold my braid?” I inquire, inciting her to try it out.

“Yes, please!” she responds, quietly mouthing the words; accepting the offer, gripping the tip of my braid in a gentle grip.

“There, just hold on and follow me out into the living room!” I offer; as I am stepping up to the door, once I had capped the can and placed it onto her night stand.

“Oh, okay!” she is mouthing, as she is watching me stepping up to the door.

Now I raise my right hand, extending the palm onto the plaque; spreading my fingers wide, opening the door and step into the living room with Pet in tow. The door quietly slide shut behind her, as I walk up to the table before the sofa, indicating for her to sit down in her preferred seat.

“Could you by chance tighten the grip a little bit more, a bit tighter, tighter, tighter and tighter still? I offer her, she just nods as she complies.

“There, how does that feel?” I inquire; “Oh, oh..” she mouths, in a giddy tone; excitement slowly creeping into her expression.

“Now, if you could be so kind as to place your feet onto the table before you?” I inquire, sliding the table into a comfortable position; watching her comply, even if she makes a curious expression.

“Good, good!” I observe, as she is nodding; "Now, I have noticed how you appreciate the metallic bloody red garments and lip-gloss since the day before..” I just observe casually, watching her nod in confirmation.

“How about; if I were to paint your toe-nails in your preferred, or favourite red hue?” I inquire.

“Yes, yes, yes..” she mouths eagerly in rising excitement; “Please do..” she continues; “Thank you, thank you, thank you; Aloe!” she concludes.

Since the stockings she is wearing still are sporting her fairly natural looking nails, aside from how the skin-tone silicone apparently leaves her accepting the offer; under an assumption of being nude, or if she is assuming I can still paint the nails of her stockings.

“Okay, here goes..” I offer; producing the crystal-clear, mate primer for the lacquer I had in mind for her.

She just nods, absentmindedly; the tip of my braid, still in the grasp of her right hand.

I uncap the vial, applying the gel onto her toes from the biggest to the smallest; starting at the middle, from the root of the nail and drawing it all the way down over the edge of the nail. From there, I continue right and left, right and left.

Once I had finished the toes of her right foot, I continue; repeating the process, with the toes of her left foot. Only to cap the vial, as I had finished the last nail.

Now I am uncapping the base-coat vial; repeating the process, exactly as I had applied the primer, a mere moment before.

While the primer is preparing the nail, for the base-coat to take hold; the base-coat is a clear layer, to protect the nail and lending a smooth surface for the coloured lacquer.

Once the clear base-coat had cured, I apply a layer of the metallic bloody red lacquer; lending the nails on each of her toes the preferred hue.

I wait, for the coloured lacquer to cure; while I am capping the first vial and uncapping the next, repeating the process of applying the adamant protective and utter gloss top-coat to finish the process. Only capping the final vial, as I had finally finished the process. Of course, this will leave the nails of each of her toes a beautiful, glossy metallic bloody red to stand out against her rubbery skin.

“Just relax..” I suggest, as I finish my work; “Maybe have a bottle of Cola?” I continue.

“Of course..” she is mouthing, in response; “yes, I guess I could do that?” she then adds, lifting her right hand to pick up the bottle.

“Uh, oh?” she mouths, in surprise; noticing her hand still holding onto the tip of my braid.

She just giggles, at the silly situation in surprise; I snicker, with her.

“You do have a left hand, too?” I inquire.

“Oh, but of course; how silly of me!” she puts forth; while holding onto my braid in her right hand.

She manages to open the cover, extract the bottle and uncap it with her left hand; lifting the bottle to her mouth, taking a good sip of Cola.

As much as she may have tries to relax; the fingers of her hands maintains the grip, rather than relaxing.

“While you relax, and enjoy your Cola; I have another gift for you, if you don’t mind?” I inquire; “In case you admire my hooves, how about if I were to offer you a pair of your own?” I continue.

She had managed to slip enough of the tip of the bottle in between her lips; in order to safely take a sip of the cool beverage, without even realizing it. Of course, the exercise had helped; making her capable of parting her lips, even if she still does remain perfectly mute.

She just nods, after she had pulled the bottle from her lips.

“Good, then you shall have them..” I offer; “But, since you are busy with the bottle; I can help you, trying them on!” I suggest.

She is nodding.

I produce a pair of Cervine hooves in the form of a pair of shoes; matching her feet, in her current situation. Without missing a beat, I slip the right shoe onto her foot, then repeat the process of slipping her left shoe onto the other foot.

While she is relaxing, I produce her crystal-clear lip-liner; applying a line along the border of her right and left shoe in turn, thus bonding the shoes onto her feet. Before she had even realized it; I apply the reinforcement: once, twice and thrice.

“There, I hope these are to your likings and comfortable for you!” I point out, making her aware of the change I had extended to her.

She just nods, giggling quietly in delight; momentarily looking up, looking at the hooves.

I produce a crystal clear, utter-gloss glittery gel-bond intended for her hooves; applying the gel in the same manner, I had painted all her toes-nails earlier today. Even if the delicate, cloven Deer hooves are complicating it a bit; but I did manage to apply the lacquer perfectly coating and covering both her hooves as intended.

“This, should be some fun later; when she is trying to take these shoes off of her, at some point!” I ponder, snickering inwardly.

I cap the vial of the bottle, putting it away; before I produce another vial I carefully uncap, applying its crystal-clear highly viscous silicon-gel under both the right and left halves of her right and left hooves respectively. I had effectively rendered the frog of her hooves highly elastic in the same manner I had to the souls of her feet; while making them into suction-cups with delicate suction for her to enjoy and explore.

“If you have finished your Cola, I would like to suggest; that you put your hooves onto the floor and stand up..” I suggest.

“Oh, oh..” she mouths; “of course!"; she responds, as she pulls her hooves down from the table and gently places her delicate hooves onto the floor, with an excited squeaking little noise.

Once she had found her hoofing, she is placing the empty bottle on the table after capping it; before she is standing up, turning towards me.

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“How does it feel?” Aloe inquires.

“Great!” I just mouth.

“Then, if it is not too much of a problem; trot out from behind the table, and out onto the middle of the floor!” she suggests.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I move over the floor; feeling the floor under my hooves, even if the sensations and experience is a bit different; from what I had been expecting, based on my previous experience.

“Yes, yes..” I mouth, giggling; as I comply and soon find myself standing where she had indicated.

“Now, if you could look down; examine the appearance of your new, Cervaine hooves!” she continues, and I nod.

I turn around, trotting over to the table; lifting my right hoof, gently placing it onto the table. With the hoof on the table, I can clearly see the surface of the metallic bloody red hoof; glistering and glittering, with the latest applied polish she had applied, just a moment before.

“So pretty..” I just mouth, in delight and excitement.

“Oh, wait; let me give you a hand, adjusting the hoof for you..” she offers, as she is stepping up behind me.

I notice, how she is placing the tips of her thumb and index-finger respectively, on the back of the hoof and slowly pulls her fingers to an inch from one another; “There..” she then exclaims.

I lift up my right hoof, before I place it onto the floor; before I am lifting up my left hoof, placing it on the table in turn. As I am presenting my left hoof; she is repeating the process, adjusting the left hoof to comply with the delicate image of the Deer my hooves had been made to belong to.

“Oh, oh..” I mouth, excitedly; “yes,- yes,- yes..” I mouth.

“Now, since you like the new look; if you would take a moment to trot along the walls of the room, for practice?” she suggests.

"Oh, okay..” I merely mouths, as I comply; trotting up to the nearest wall, before I continue to trot along the walls around the entire room.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I continue trotting along the walls around the room.

“Cervine hooves are kind of like hands; you can spread your fingers, and you should be capable of this with just a bit of exercise while you trot..” she suggests.

“Oh, oh; okay!” I mouth, nodding.

With just a bit of effort, on my part; I soon manage to do, what she had suggested I could.

“Just as you can grasp with your hands, you should be able to do the same with your hooves; if you just picture it in your mind, focusing on the task before you..” she points out.

“Oh, oh; okay!” I mouth, nodding.

With just a bit of effort, on my part; I soon manage to do, what she had suggested I could.

“Now, for just a bit more fun; if you picture grasping while you close your hand, the effect should be considerably stronger..” she explains; “You may recognize this effect; from when you open the doors, by spreading your fingers?” she then suggests, as explanation to the point.

“Oh?” I just mouth, recognizing the pattern.

“So, the more I pull my hooves together, the stronger the grip would be?” I ponder, trying to perform the suggested action, in an exciting exercise.

Of course, I soon find it working; just as Aloe had suggested, it should.

“Beautiful design!”Aloe ponders; “Not just that it is hiding the intended trap; but it makes perfect sense, making it easier to use..” she considers; “and since it is so easy to learn, to grasp; it is intuitive, to the point you can use it even if you panic!” she concludes.

As I am pressing my hooves together, I get an exciting squeaking noise; while I can feel the grip growing stronger and the sense of the floor intensifies and grows more pronounced. The more I practice, the better it feels.

“Maybe, it is time to take a break from this exercise; possibly with a bottle of Cola in hand, resting your legs?” she offers, after a few more minutes of practice, just as I am about to reach the sofa.

“Yes, you are right; maybe it is time to rest a moment, considering how confident I feel now!” I mouth.

I take a few more steps forwards, plopping down in the center-seat of my sofa.

“Wait, how about placing your hooves on the table, before you; while you rest and relax, for a more comfortable position?” she is offering, and I lift my hooves up, placing them onto the table before me.

I open the cover, extracting a bottle of Cola; uncapping it, before I am taking a sip.

“While you sit comfortably, relaxing; I have a fun exercise for you to enjoy, if you just permit me to lend a hand..” she offers.

“Oh..” I respond; "What did you have in mind?” I inquire.

“Just picture yourself holding on?” she inquires; “Oh, I could do that..” I respond; reflexively complying, before I had the time to even consider what she had asked of me.

“Now, this should be fun..” she offers; “just lean back and relax, close your eyes..” she offers.

I nod, as I lean back and close my eyes. Since my hooves are hard and adamant; I can by no means feel it as she is drawing a line, from the tip of my cloven right hoof and all the way down to the tip; only to repeat the process, effectively bonding the right and left halves of my respective hooves in the process.

As the line has reached from the top to the tip, the effect is taking hold; I can no longer part the right and left halves of my hooves, as I am gripping the air under my hooves. The front of each hoof, now perfectly smooth; as if I had had a pair of Equine Pony hooves, and not the Cervine Deer hooves she had offered me.

“Please, focus on the grip and pressing closing your hooves as if they were hands; but apply just a bit more pressure, slowly squeezing tighter and tighter!” she suggests.

I just nod; and comply, eagerly. Without a thought, I am accepting the exercise; following the suggestions and instructions, towards the hidden goal of Aloe.

While my eyes remain closed, I fail to see her turning the lip-liner or pencil around; reinforcing the bond she had applied onto my hooves.

“Just a bit more, now..” she suggests, cooing; just before she is once more bringing the pencil to bare, applying a new line along the original bond.

Once, twice and thrice; she is performing the reinforcement, asking me to squeezing tighter as she is applying the pencil to the bond. While the effect is hidden, and not directly apparent at the moment; this will come to the fore, the next time I am closing the hoof, right or left.

“Open your hooves?” she suggests, and as I try; I soon realize, it is utterly impossible since she just bonded the right and left halves together.

“Uh, uhm..” I mouth, “I can’t!” I then add.

“Put some more effort into it?” she suggests, and I redouble the effort, but to no avail.

She had known it, but asked me to make the point; while reinforcing the effect of her action, without explaining it up front.

“Put your back into it, make your best effort; opening your hooves, and open your eyes!” she coos, instructing me; while I try my best, my hooves stubbornly remains closed.

I am opening my eyes, as she had suggested; soon noticed how the respective halves had fused together perfectly, seamlessly as if they had never been cloven in the first place.

While I had been trying to open my hooves, she had produced a new crystal-clear hoof polish; uncapping it, just as I am opening my eyes to examine my hooves. She applies the polish to my right hoof, starting from the middle; drawing the brush from the root of the hoof, all the way down over the tip. Continuing: right and left, right and left; until she had coated and covered the entire hoof. Once she had polished my right hoof, she is repeating the process; polishing my left hoof as well, leaving my hooves seamless and smooth with the glossy finish.

“How do your hooves look, now?” she inquires.

“Good, aside from no longer being cloven!” I offer.

“Yes, exactly; but I can demonstrate the point, in just a moment..” she offers; only to break the bond for me, so I can open my hooves as I please.

“Thank you!” I respond, with a sigh of relief.

“Since the polish has cured, before I broke the bond; it is safe for you, to put your hooves back down onto the floor..” she is informing me.

“Thank you..” I respond, nodding; as I put my hooves onto the floor, before me.

“Now, if you walk back to the point; at the middle of the room, please!” she offers.

“Oh, okay..” I respond; “I can do that..” I continue, as I walk over to the spot she had indicated.

“There, perfect..” she coos, as I am stopping on the spot.

“Spread your legs, please; placing your hooves about a foot apart and at an angle of thirty degrees!” she is instructing me.

“Okay?” I respond, as I try to follow the instructions as best I can.

“There, there, perfect..” she coos; as she had helped me to the exact pose.

“Okay, what next?” I inquire.

“Now, if you could grab the floor, please; then gently close your hooves, while you continue to grab the floor as firmly as you are able..” she suggests, and I comply without a thought.

“There, close your hooves just a bit more, please; then apply more effort, feeling your way until you feel your hooves bond..” she coos.

I nod, in ascent; complying; then feeling how my hooves bond, at which point I can no longer let go since my hooves are closed. The bond slowly taking hold, beyond the point; where I could break it, by myself.

At this point, she is standing behind me; lifting her hands, with her index-fingers extended. I feel the tips of her index-fingers touching the corner of my mouth; just a moment before she starts sliding her hands further and further apart, thus opening my mouth and effectively dilating it in the process.

Slowly, inch by inch; I feel my mouth dilate, incapable of resisting or doing anything about it with my hooves on the floor.

I soon feel my jaws strain, as she is dilating my mouth as far as possible; only for her to let go, leaving my mouth fully dilated.

“Perfect..” she exclaims.

Despite myself, I find it exciting; while she has full control over me, and I am incapable of doing anything about it. It is scaring me; but this only makes it all the more exciting, to me.

“Oo-oo-ooh..” I mouth, silently; in obvious excitement, as she takes a step back, watching me.

It isn’t so much that I am ashamed, which I am not; but I am scared, while I find the situation very exciting.

I can try to close my mouth, as much as I want to; but no matter how much I strain myself, but it blatantly refuses, obstinately staying open and fully dilated. Just as I could try to lift my right or left hoof, respectively; putting all my strength into it, I still can not lift either of them.

“Now, if you just let me help you, with this; then I know, you will enjoy what I have to offer..” she explains, as she is crouching; producing the pencil, drawing a line from the inner corner of my right hoof, all the way to the outer corner.

At first, it looks as if she is just drawing a line; but as the circuit is closed, the line between the floor and my hoof is blurring.

Naturally, she is repeating the process; applying the line along my left hoof, bonding it to the floor.

“Lift your right hoof, about an inch?” she now urges me, a moment after she had bonded my hoof to the floor; I comply without a thought, promptly feeling a tingling sensation spreading up my hoof and all the way up to my heel.

“Okay, put it down; before you lift your left hoof an inch up!” she suggests, and I comply; only to feel the tingling sensation spreading up my hoof and all the way up to my heel.

As I am setting down my left hoof, she is turning the pencil and draws a line along the outer edge of the now bonded hoof; reinforcing the bond.

“Lift your right hoof up an inch..” she suggests, and I comply; now I am feeling the tingling sensation continuing all the way up to my knee, before I set the hoof down.

She is repeating the process, reinforcing the bond of my left hoof; “Lift your left hoof an inch up..” she offers, and I comply; only to once more feel the tingling sensation spreading all the way up to my left knee before I put the hoof down.

When she had bonded my hooves to the floor; the line had been blurred, as she is reinforcing the bond, I can see the hoof and floor blend further and further with each consecutive application. I can see her reinforcing the bond: once, twice and thrice.

I can’t help myself; but look down as she is drawing the line, with breathless anticipation and rapt fascination. Just as I could not make myself look away. Of course, the tingling sensation was reaching further and further up my legs; with each consecutive application, and ends up reaching all the way up to my belly button the third and final time.

Now, if you could just lean forwards; placing the palms of your hands onto the floor before you, please!” she coos, and I comply; wandering, what she will be offering me next.

The palms of my hands, hitting the floor with a soft and wet squeak; while I lean forwards, and my hooves still remain firmly fused onto the floor.

“Now, if you just spread your fingers as wide as you can..” she suggests, and I spread my fingers; before I had the time to consider, what I am doing.

“Maybe, just maybe; I am enjoying this too much, but I just can not help myself right now!” I am pondering.

While I am distracted, looking away; she is producing a Pi inch thick anal plug, just ten inches long. The next moment, I feel the tip of it sliding down from just behind my tail; sliding down the valley with increasing pressure, until it is finally slipping into me. The tip is a three inch egg-shape, followed by inch deep valleys and ridges; each making me contract and dilate in turn, as I am maintaining perfectly tight contact with the surface of the plug she is inserting.

At first, I had been expecting it to be lubricated and coated with a thick gel; but it is just smooth enough, to slide right in unhindered. I just feel the plug sliding in, inch by inch; as far as she is choosing to push it, and pulling it out as far as she chose to.

The plug slides in, and out; in and out, in and out. She is teasing me, exciting me for as much as it is worth; just making the point, of how tight and elastic I am.

Mouth wide agape, fully dilated and stretched to its limit; I soon find myself panting hard and finally gasping for air.

“I thought you were enjoying that..” she now breaths; “seems I had been right, all along!” she concludes, as she is continuing to tease me.

Had my hooves not been bonded and fused to the floor, my hooves would have slipped out from under me; leaving me to fall flat, on my belly. Just that this never did happen, even when my knees buckle under the exhaustion.

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I am pulling the plug out of her, from behind;”No point in beating the dead Horse!” I ponder.
Once I had extracted the plug, I am helping up to stand on her own two hooves; before I am leading her back to her bed, only stopping by the door. Lifting my hand, extending the palm gently onto the plaque; spreading my fingers wide, opening the door for the both of us.

She is barely aware of her surroundings, in her excited and exhausted state, but I could not exactly blame her for that. Not after everything I had put her through. I am staying with her, to collect all the love she is exuding; harvesting all the love, only calling upon an aide to relieve me. I can not walk out, while she is in this state; but I can only collect her love, until I am at some eighty percent of capacity.

I am content, watching Pet where she lies; while she is recuperating, from the exhaustion she had endured.

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I am slowly gaining consciousness, waking up; where she had left me, laying flat on top of my bed.

The room is quiet, dark; permitting me to rest, undisturbed. A thought strikes me, and I am stirring; slowly opening my closed eyes, to see the darkness surrounding me. Yet, since I do not hear anything; even the breathing of Aloe, I remain calm.

As I am opening my eyes, I notice that the light comes back slowly; permitting me to see the contours of the room, noticing that I am indeed alone in the room. Being alone, does not bother me, right now; I prefer to sleep alone, unless have preferred company. Right now, I do not.

Since I am alone, it is not directly startle me; I can stand to be nude, for as long as it requires to change clothes or take a shower without being bothered.

My mound is still extended to the promised E Cup she had explained I had been choosing; just as my nipples still remain as large as I had preferred, in choosing the E Cup - Large. Nothing to do about it, right now.

While my skin still remains the same smooth, as it had been the other day; I also feel the rubbery elasticity she had granted me with the initial massage the other day. I had been comfortable with this, the entire day; so why make a fuss out of it now, when I had not been bothered before?

I smile, as I continue exploring myself; permitting my right and left hands sliding over my still bare skin. Nothing much is revealed, though I guess my hands had been changed, altered by the gloves I had been wearing the other night. The night-wear, in metallic bloody red, that is. I had loved the colour, and I still do; the entire ensemble is fitting perfectly tight as it had been.

Once I had confirmed that I am where I am supposed to be, unchanged and comfortable with myself; I slide my legs down from the bed, sitting up. As I push myself off of the bed, I hear a pair of twin-thuds; as I find myself standing up on my own two feet.

“Oh?” I exclaim, uncomfortable, standing on the entire, flat foot; where I had gotten used to standing on the tip of the toes or the Cervine Deer hooves before.

With some effort on my part, I take a step forwards; focusing on getting back up onto the tip of my toes, before I am turning towards the wardrobe. I may be a bit wobbly and unsteady on the tips of my toes; but I manage to walk over to the wardrobe, comfortably, without any further inconvenience or accident.

“That, just happened..” I breathe, hearing my own voice pronouncing every word I am speaking.

“Oh..” I exclaim, in reaction to the realization.

While it is a bit less comfortable than it had been the day before, tip toeing now; is still more comfortable, than walking on my entire foot. Had she changed me that deeply, in just a day; imposing the stance of the Ballerina, and lately offering me the Cervine hooves of the Deer? Just the practice, and the exciting exercise she had offered me; could it change me, this much in the short time-span of the few hours I had been exposed?

Even if I had enjoyed it, and she certainly had excited me; I had been very excited, through most of the time. I could not, and should not deny it.

Once I finally do reach the door, of the wardrobe; I grab the handle in my right hand, firmly. Largely, for the support it is offering me; while I consider the situation.

“She had told me, the stockings were labeled Ballerina for the obvious reason; making me capable of standing on the tips of my toes, enabling the pose and posture to me!” I ponder, deep in thought; “But, how did she do it, when she enacted this for me; was it in how she drew her fingers from between my toes, up over the soul of my foot and all the way over my heel?” I consider.

“Maybe, just maybe; I struck something, because I need to try that by myself!” I breathe, in stark realization; lifting up my left foot, extending my index long and ring fingers and imitate the move, gently drawing the tips of my fingers the way I pictured Aloe had done.

Since I had already been on the tips of my toes, my posture does not change; as I am placing the left foot down, onto the floor. Only now, the posture is firm and does not wobble; so I am lifting up my right foot, repeating the process competently and confidently. As I am setting the right foot down, I once more find myself standing on my own two feet; on the tips of my toes, just as I had as I got out of the bed the other day.

“Ah, neat!” I exclaim; “This is just so cool..”I then continue, giggling.

With this out of the way, I can let go of the handle; but I take a step back, opening the wardrobe. As I had opened the wardrobe, I scan the interior for what I am looking for; something to wear, for the day. But what? While I am still comfortable, being nude in my own sweet; I still feel an urge to put something on, and I know this wardrobe is holding exactly what I am looking for.

As expected, the panties I extract are labeled; “Rarity”; but on closer inspection, the subtitle reads “F Cup - Play”.

“Curious, but very interesting!” I pronounce, as I am stepping into the metallic bloody red panties; pulling them all the way up, affording the garment a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“There, feels great..” I ponder; “I am sure, I could get used to these; if only I had these back home, but I guess I could wait until later, to tend to it!” I pronounce.

Of course, the panties are still skin-tight and form-fitting; but nothing changes, until I have had a full night’s sleep wearing the garment.

“Silly me..” I ponder; “I just want to try something out; to confirm something, right now!” I mumble, still giggling.

With that, I am extracting a top or brassiere labeled “A Cup - Teen” with a second label E Cup - Play”; slipping the garment down over my head, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; in order to acquire that ever so elusive perfect fit.

“Perfect fit, true to Rarity!” I ponder, with a wide grin spreading out all over my face.

Just as before, the brassiere is covering the skin of my chest as if painted on; but changing exactly nothing, before I have taken the time to have a full night’s sleep.

The brassiere eagerly supports my breasts, competently and comforting my firm bust; just as I had expected, based on my prior experience of the garments the hotel is offering me. I can’t complain; these are simply to good, to be true.

There is a midriff, a hand’s breadth wide; between the panties and the top, just as I had been expecting. I guess I could not permit this, to bother me; considering, just how good these garments feel on me.

“Midriff, such a silly little designer detail!” I ponder; knowing it is just an unavoidable and insignificant detail of my ensemble, in this case.

I reach into the wardrobe, extracting a pair of full-length toe-stockings labeled; “Ballerina” and “E Level”, just ignoring the labels, out of hand. Lifting my right foot, slipping it into the stocking; feeling the inner surface sliding over my skin as I am pulling it all the way up; then my toes eagerly sliding into place, as if the stocking had been guiding them for me. As I feel my toes slipping into place, I put the foot down onto the floor; lifting my left foot up, repeating the process of putting the left stocking on.

“Ooh, ooh..” I just mouth, while I feel the tight silicon sliding over my skin.

Affording the stockings a few tentative tugs, is a breeze; acquiring that perfect fit, is just as easy. Standing on the tips of my toes, feels comfortable; natural, to the point I could have pictured myself being born a Ballerina. While my memories and recollections may beg to differ; but I ignore it, enjoying the feeling.

If I am to put on clothes, and dress up; I could as well complete the ensemble, including a pair of gloves!” I ponder, as I am reaching into the wardrobe; extracting the desired garments, slipping my right hand into the first of the two.

As I slide my hand in, I feel the tight material contract amorously around the arm; as I continue to pull the glove all the way up, and my fingers sliding into place as if they had been guided into the correct places.

With my right hand in the first glove, I pick up the second glove; repeating the process, slipping the left glove on. For now, I don’t notice any difference; the glove will only work its magic, during the night as I am taking a full night’s sleep anyway.

I lift up my right hand, extending the index fingers; placing the tip of the finger just under the tail, sliding it down the valley. As I slide the finger over the rim of the orifice, I find myself contracting slightly; permitting the finger sliding all the way down to the mound, before I slide my finger up along the valley. The experience is the same, as the tip of my finger gently grace the rim of my orifice; I find myself contracting further, as I slide the finger over it and all the way up to the tail.

As I am repeating the process; sliding the finger up and down the valley over the rim of my orifice, I contract further with each passing.

“Oh, oh; ooh; oh, oh..” I sigh; as I feel the tip of my extended index-finger slide over the rim, each time.

“Curious!" I ponder.

Of course, the gentle touch of the lower rim would cause me to contract; I had known it all along, since I had been experiencing this the day before. It just had not prevented me, from sliding the tip of the finger along the valley; as if I had been desiring the effect, or at the very least felt the urge to confirm that I could replicate this effect. I had confirmed it, now; finding myself enjoying it, more than I had been prepared for.

If I am wearing the panties, or covered the flesh with something did change exactly nothing; I experience the effect, of the light and gentle touch all the same.

With this one final gentle push, I close the rump shut; only to do one final slide over up and down, to confirm that I am indeed sealed shut. I experience the sense, of the finger sliding over the smoothness of the now sealed orifice; almost, as if it had never been there at all. Almost, just almost; but that may be a lingering effect, based on my experience of it being there, just a moment before.

There is a strange, lingering sensation; connected to the closing, or sealing of my rump. Though I leave it as is, enjoying one more confirmation of what I had picked up the other day; once more turning my attention towards the wardrobe, I had been exploring. On closer inspection, I am finding what appears to be a pair of shoes, resembling the metallic bloody red Cervine Deer hooves she had me try on. I had enjoyed them, the day before; so I pick them up without hesitation, turning my back towards the wardrobe.

With these shoes in hand, I am lifting up my right foot; slipping it into the shoe, experiencing a wet sucking noise as the shoe eagerly swallows my foot in the process. On closer inspection, I notice how tight the fit is; no seam between either the cloven Deer hoof and my foot, or between the shoe and my leg. This leaves me with the impression, I had been born with these graceful hooves, in the first place.

Once I place my right hoof onto the floor, I lift up my left foot; repeating the process, slipping the left foot into the shoe.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard, as I take a step.

“Maybe I should be brave, daring; explore something new, and different today?” I ponder; extracting a body-suit matching my previous choices, just with the outlines matching the colour and markings of the Fawn of a red Roe Deer.

I lift up my right hoof, while I hold up the suit before me; slipping the hoof into the suit, then take a second step, pulling the suit all the way up. I insert my right and left arm, respectively; into the suit and make the suit slide into place, by lifting my arms up over my head. I feel the slippery Silicone slide over my skin, or my suit; as I raise my hands up towards the ceiling, and the suit is slipping into place.

Now I reach behind my back, with my right hand, gripping the zipper, pulling it all the way up to my neck.

While I still do remain standing up comfortably, maintaining my bipedal stance; but something is still changing within me, as the suit is closed by pulling the zipper up. I just can not quite put a finger, onto exactly what it may be; maybe it is my lacking experience, but I still fail to identify how and why I feel it.

On a hunch, I take a step forwards; “Clip, clop..” is heard, and I stop at the rim of the wardrobe; picking up a pencil in a Fawn’s red Roe Deer pattern, momentarily holding it in my hand before my eyes as I am examining it.

I draw a line along the edge of the body-suit, all the way along the line along the leg; closing the circuit, and thus sealing the suit onto me. I just repeat the process, with the other leg; before I am momentarily placing the pencil back where I had found it, pondering.

For some reason, I pick up what appears to be a cervine muzzle or snout; matching the body I had just put on, bonding to my body. I hold it up, for a brief moment as I am pondering; before I am opening my mouth, pressing the muzzle onto my face and instinctively bite down.

I just snicker, as I am looking for the final piece of the suit for the day; only to find a diadem matching the suit, the hooves and the muzzle and slip it down onto my head.

“There..” I ponder; finding my image a bit curious, but still exciting me.

Now, I am picking up the pencil once more; drawing a line along the right and left arm respectively in order, feeling the suit bonding to me. Now, I turn the pencil around; drawing a line along the right and left leg, the right and left arm; thus reinforcing the bond, integrating the Deer deeper.

Repeating the process, reinforcing the bond: once, twice and thrice; satisfied with the effects of my handiwork, even before I had had the time to examine the reflection in the mirror before me.

I turn around, close the door and step away from the wardrobe; “Clip, clop; clip, clop..” trotting over to the door to my living room; lifting my hand up, extending the palm of the hand gently onto the plaque. As I am spreading my fingers, the door slides up and I step out of my bed room; only for the door to slide shut behind me, as I had cleared the threshold.

With eager steps, I am trotting over to the second seat of my cinematic sofa, plopping down comfortably. Once I sit down, I pull up the cover, of the armrest; extracting the desired beverage, a nice and cool Sparkle cola. My favourite, I had asked for it; even if I guess I never had uttered a word to the receptionist or my Mistress Aloe.

With the bottle in hand, I uncap and place the cap onto the table before me; before I lift the bottle to my lips, enjoying the aromatic liquid.

I take another sip, and another, and another; eagerly gulping down the joyous cola of my choice. Somewhere mid-bottle, I put the bottle down, onto the table; picking the remote control, activating the screen before me. Now I call up the room service, opting to have my default by not choosing anyone in particular; asking Aloe to have my dinner, for me.

While I wait, for Aloe to appear; I finish the drink, picking up a new bottle and uncap it. Slowly sipping, as I wait.

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I lift up my right hand, extending the palm onto the plaque; gently pressing it, as I am spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door. The door eagerly slides up before me, granting me access to the suite and I step into the cloaking room; the door slides shut behind me, just as I had stepped over the threshold. I walk over the floor to the next door, pressing the palm of my right hand gently down onto the plaque; now I am once more spreading my fingers to open the door, as I sense the inherent warmth of the device; as I am spreading my fingers, in order to open the door before me. I step into the room and the door is closing behind me as I step over the threshold; “Greetings, Miss Maid!” I exclaim, in a warm greeting.

“Greetings, Aloe!” she responds, whereupon she is raising to her hooves.

“She certainly is excited, to see me today..” I ponder.

Since she had ordered in her dinner, I promptly step up to the table; serving her the meal, she had requested.

“Thank you, Aloe!” she responds.

“She did take, to the Deer; I had offered her..” I ponder, as I had noticed her completing the appearance of the red Roe Deer.

While I am placing the meal on her table, she is once more sitting down; soon shifting her focus to the preferred meal, I am placing before her.

“She is both cute as a Fawn, and pretty as the Roe Deer before me!” I realize.