Author's Note

Ms. Maid's POV

Next Chapter: Making a Leap, Taking the Plunge

Just out of Bed(the Deer): 3

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It had been a curious, and exciting day; before I had gotten to bed, last night. At least, this time I recall, actually going to bed; as opposed, to the night before. Not sure why, though.

I had chosen to turn the lights down, the other night.

Now, as I am stirring, I am lying still for several minutes; just waking up, letting my thoughts follow me out of the dreams I had. As I feel myself coming to, waking up; I soon open my eyes, slowly. Waiting for the day to stir me fully.

The room is still dark, just like last time, as if I had a night sky overhead; but as I open my eyes, I realize the light is increasing to permit me to see the rest of the room. Even if I just see the outlines, of the still dark room.

The crystal-clear quilt is resting comfortably over my body. Wait, a crystal-clear Silicone quilt? Yes, it is exactly as I remember it; now as I am stirring.

I am vaguely recalling putting on a metallic bloody red ensemble, the other day; just as I still recall, I never did take it of as I went to bed. Consequently, I am still wearing this very same suit right now.

“If I wore that brassiere the entire night; that would explain, why my bust is considerably smaller than it had been yesterday?” I ponder.

Now, I am folding the quilt up against the wall, lifting my right hand out from under the quilt; holding it up before me, examining it in the sparse light. Yet, the light is enough, for me to see the differences it had been afforded during the night; as small as these changes may be, but my fingers had grown an inch and is now tapered and sports a seemingly regular nail.

“Uh, oh..” I giggle, enjoying the sounds of my voice.

Well, maybe losing it for a day; due to the oral membrane-tube she had inserted into my mouth just did this to a girl. I had enjoyed it, as it turned out; but now I am enjoying the sounds of my voice, for as simple a thing such as a bemused giggle.

Is it so immature, and girlish of me; to enjoy such a simple thing, such as the sound of my voice? Still I giggle.

With the quilt folded up, I slip my hooves out from under the quilt; finding myself sitting up, on the top of my bed. I had not reacted, upon having hooves; even if I had never had them at night, as I had taken these shoes off of me before I went to bed before. Well, Aloe had helped me with this last night; but this time, I had opted to wear them as I went to bed. A snicker escapes my lips.

Oups, I had in fact opted to keep not just these shoes on, but also the muzzle and tiara. Yes, it would appear I had.

It had just felt right, as I put them on; just as it had felt so natural to keep them on, as I had gone to bed the other night. Right now, I can’t complain; no cause for complaints now, considering just how good and right it feels.

How, and why; is not for me to ponder, at this point.

Still sitting comfortably on my bed, I am pushing myself forwards and off of the bed, finding myself standing steadily, on my own two hooves.

“Clip, clop..” is heard, as my hooves hit the floor, with a squeaking thud.

I am looking down, just to confirm that I still have these Cervine Deer hooves I had the other night; only to notice how my mound had increased with twenty procent during the night, based on the panties I had chosen to wear. My hooves, still the same metallic bloody red; glistering and glittering, even in this sparse light.

“If I am going out, I will need some casual wear; even if I just go to the nearest restaurant, for a steady breakfast!” I ponder, as I turn to walk over to the wardrobe.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I trot over to my wardrobe; opening the doors, in search for what I would like to wear.

My eyes fall upon an ultra-tight, black metallic knee-long pencil-skirt and a matching top in the form of a blouse jacket with full-length sleeves.

“These; should be just right, for a casual excursion to the restaurant!” I ponder, with a delighted snicker.

With that, I am extracting the skirt; lifting my right hoof, stepping into the garment. A moment later, I am lifting my left hoof, stepping into the skirt; only to pull it up to my waist. I afford the skirt a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

The skirt is just as tight as I had pictured it, in my mind; as I can feel it clinging to my body, from the waist and all the way down to my knees. Just that it is so elastic; that it eagerly stretches, to allow me to walk in a fairly casual manner.

Once I had assured myself, the skirt is on just right; I extend my right hand, extracting the blouse jacket I had selected to put on for the day. Now, I am sliding the left hand through the sleeve, then the left; feeling the tightness delicately swallow my left and right arms respectively, enjoying the sensation of how the material is contracting for the perfect fit.

I walk over to my bed, folding the quilt down; leaving the bed, as if I had never been on it. With the suit I am wearing, or even the sleek and slippery Silicone-skin Aloe had imbued me with; as she had offered me the massage the first day, there is no sign of my skin touching either the black sheet or the crystal-clear quilt on the bed.

Maybe the Aide helping Aloe was cleaning the sheet and quilt; while I am not in the room, I have no idea.

Since I had dressed up, for a casual excursion; I turn towards the door, to my living room. I lift my right hand, extending the palm gently pressing it onto the plaque; feeling its inherent warmth, as I am spreading my fingers wide to open the door. As the door slides up, I am stepping out of the room; only for the door to quietly slide shut behind me, as I had passed the threshold.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop; clip, clop!” is heard, as I step over to the sofa; plopping down in the middle-seat, comfortably.

I lift the armrest, extracting a bottle of my preferred Sparkle Cola; uncapping it with my left hand as I am lifting the bottle to my mouth. Parting my lips, and slipping the bottle in between my lips; taking a sip, enjoying the beverage as the cool and fizzing liquid flows into my mouth and down my throat. Curiously enough, I realize that my tongue had grown longer; in order to reach my teeth, just behind my lips.

As I pull the bottle away, for a moment; I snicker, as the curious realization is hitting home.

“Uh; oh, oh..” I mouth, before I slip the bottle into my mouth, taking another sip.

I take another sip, and another, and another; soon finding the bottle empty, putting it onto the table and capping it.

“That, was good..” I sigh, as I enjoy the lingering taste of the cola I had just swallowed.

“Wait..” I ponder; “I am in the mood for some company, right now..” I realize; “Maybe I could request an Escort, to accompany me to the restaurant?” I ponder.

I pick up the remote control, activating the screen; flipping through the options under Room Service.

“Yes..” I ponder; “Escort” I read; “is indeed available!” I notice

“Whom do I choose?” I ponder; “Aloe and Lotus would be great; for massage, and such!” I consider; “But who is my Escort of choice?” I consider, as I am reading through the list.

“Rarity” and “Twilight” I read; “I think Twilight is my choice, for this beautiful morning!” I ponder; “I am sure, she is an excellent conversationalist and very nice Pony too!” I mouth, snickering.

After a moment of contemplation, I choose to call for Twilight as the Escort for the occasion; preferring Twilight’s magical affinity, over Rarity’s Fashion affinity. I am certain, Rarity could have been just as pleasant a company, as Twilight Sparkle; but I foresee Twilight’s Magic being more useful to me, than Rarity’s sense for Fashion could be. Of course, I could always call for Rarity any time I so please; just that Twilight is a better option, right now.

Actually, there is a chance Rarity’s Fashion could be distracting or get in the way right now; considering how I prefer a more casual outing, where Twilight feels a closer match for my needs.

My mind made up, I make my choice; I pick Twilight for the Escort to the Breakfast at the restaurant, today. Unless she screws up, I will keep her for all the Escort services I may need.

I deactivate the screen, before I am placing the remote control back onto the table before me; before I am extracting a second bottle of Sparkle cola, uncapping it. Once the bottle is uncapped, I am once more lifting it up towards my mouth, taking another sip and enjoy the cool, fizzy beverage; as it flows over my tongue and down my throat.

“Aah..” I exclaim; as I put the bottle on the table, before me.

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I am taking the elevator, up to the floor of Miss Pet Maids suite; enjoying a moment in Ellie the Waitress’ company, before she is letting me off on the correct floor.

“Ellie is always such a nice girl..” I ponder, as I am stepping out of the elevator; continuing towards the door, behind which I know Miss Maid is waiting for me.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I am trotting along the hall.

I stop before the door to Miss Maid’s door, lifting my right hand; extending the palm and gently press it onto the warm, black surface and spread my fingers wide in order to open the door to her suite. As the door slides up, I step into the room; the door quietly slides shut behind me, as I had stepped over the threshold.

Since the cloaking room is empty, I continue over to the door to her living room; once more lifting my right arm; extending the palm up to the plaque, spreading my fingers. The door eagerly slides up, granting me entrance to her living room; I step into the living room, trotting up towards her. I notice, that she is sitting in the cinematic sofa; two bottles of Sparkle Cola, standing empty and recapped on the table before her.

“Greetings, Miss Maid!” I exclaim.

“Greetings, Miss Sparkle!” she responds.

“Thank you for coming, Miss Sparkle; but please, call me Pet..” she explains, as the formality has been offered.

“Of course, Pet; but please, call me Twilight..” I respond; “I prefer the more informal tone, among friends..” I then add, as a manner of explanation.

“Of course, Twilight..” she responds; “Thanks, I wholeheartedly agree with you, on that!” she continues.

I just nod; “You wanted my company, for your breakfast?” I inquire, tentatively.

“Yes..” she responds, confirming what I had been expecting; “but I felt it would be more enjoyable; with company, than just going out alone..” she then adds; “and since I have the suit alone, I do not have any company; so I opted to ask for an Escort, as it were!” she concludes.

“Oh, but of course; dining alone is just half a dinner, and the same goes for breakfast!” I respond, smiling warmly at her.

She is raising to her hooves, the Blouse-Jacket still open; as she is walking up towards me in the direction of the door.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard.

“I should ask her, before I open the door for her..” I ponder, just in case she would like holding my braid.

She is trotting towards the door to the cloaking room, stopping only to lift her right hand; extending the palm onto the plaque, spreading her fingers to open the door. I follow her quietly, just a step behind; while the door is opening for her, closing just as I had stepped over the threshold.

“Ah, I do have outdoors shoes..” she exclaims, as her eyes are sweeping over towards the shoe-rack.

“That would be advisable, to wear these; when we go outside, I think!” I respond.

“Yes, I would believe it would be..” she says, as she is trotting up to the shoe-rack.

“Just close your hooves, gently; then step into the shoes, and they will stick to the frogs of your hooves..” I suggest.

“Thank you, Twilight!” she responds, following my instructions to the letter.

Incidentally, there is a pair of outdoors shoes for me too; I pick them up, stepping into them with practiced ease.

As I am watching her, she is stopping before the door; slowly zipping up the blouse-jacket, up to her breasts before she is stopping herself. She is pondering for a moment, standing perfectly still; before she is lifting up her hands, pulling her breasts out and caresses them for a moment. Grouping the breasts from under; before it hits her and she is sliding the tips of her thumbs up and caresses the tips of her large and playful nipples.

“Oh, oh, oh..” she sighs, in overt delight; enjoying the new-found pleasure, she had just uncovered.

“Take your time; we are not in any rush, right now!” I offer; “I imagine; that would feel amazing?” I then add.

“Yes, yes, yes-s; yes, yes, yes-s..” she just sigh in response, as she fails to contain herself.

“Oh, oh..” I mouth; “I guess she does enjoy how that feels!” I ponder.

She continues, caressing the tips of her large nipples..

“If you like me to, I could always help you, exploring it with you!” I offer.

I had watched her, gently close her hooves; before she had stepped into her shoes, carefully not to close them too hard.

“Uhm, what if you closed your hooves, just a little bit harder?” I inquire, as I am looking at her.

“Oh, okay?” she mouths, in response; as she is adding the suggested pressure, only to feel the front of her cloven hooves fuse and her hooves slowly fusing to the shoes she is wearing.

“Oh.." I quietly snicker, as I am watching her reaction; as she is realizing, what is just happening.

“At least, you were wearing shoes; so you are not stuck on the floor, and the shoes should have just enough traction for you to trot comfortably!” I now inform her, matter-of-fact.

"Oh, okay; yes, that is always convenient..” she responds, with a blush; “good to know!” she then adds.

I notice, how she is zipping up her blouse-jacket; as she is realizing what is happening, and her breasts quietly and comfortably slides in within the comfort of the slippery garment.

A moment later, she realizes that the blouse-jacket is hiding the protrusions, that would have been her very large and highly sensitive nipples.

I am watching her, attentively; soon noticing how her eyes are twitching towards my knee-long braid and all the way along its length to the tip. Her eyes, moving as if on their own; her gaze following the length of my braid, always lingering a bit longer at the tip.

“Would you like, to hold my braid?” I inquire; as I am moving towards picking it up, offering the tip for her to hold.

“Oh, yes; thank you, Twilight..” she responds, “I would love to do that, very much!” she adds, growing braver; as I had offered it to her so blatantly openly, in the privacy of her home just before I was about to lead her out.

With the confirmation given, I am reaching for the tip of my braid; grabbing it, promptly offering her the tip in a graceful, fluid motion; “Here, hold on to it..” I prompt her; eagerly offering her, what I had known she was desiring all along.

“You knew, or suspected it; even before you noticed me, glancing at your long, beautiful braid?” she inquires, now snickering.

“Yes, but of course I knew it; it is important to know exactly what you like, for me to be the best Friend of yours I could possibly be..” I confirm; “and I would have realized it, before that; even if I had not found out, upon choosing to take your date..” I explain; “But alas, would you mind?” I inquire, as I am stepping up behind her; lifting my hands, extending them as I am spreading my fingers as I take the final step up behind her.

“Uhm?” she inquires, stopping before me; “No, not at all..” she then confirms, what I had been hoping for.

“Okay, then..” I offer, as I place the palms of my hands directly under her breasts; grouping them, delicately with joy.

“The A Cup suits her, in the current form..” I ponder; “Feels just right, from behind you..” I probe; “and the Teen’s A Cups are so perfectly you!” I offer, genuinely.

“Thank you, and this does feel good..” she mouths; “almost familiar; even if I know I was a B Cup as late as yesterday..” she explains; “but your hands are feeling, as if you had been my lover; for as long as I could remember, even if we both knew I have never seen you before!” she concludes.

“You never was the girl; to enjoy it rough, were you?” I inquire.

“With you behind me, and how you make it feel; never, I would not think so..” she responds, confirming my initial assessment.

“That is good, because I could never make myself handling you in that manner; I am a gentle Mare, at heart..” I explain.

“Mare..” she ponders, momentarily, before she realizes I am Equine; “but, I am a Doe, a Fawn!” she ponders; considering for, but a brief moment longer.

“Thank you, that feels good to know..” she responds; "but, uhm, where did my nipples go; I can’t feel them at all, now with the jacket fully zipped up!” she prompts.

“Could you hold the tip of my braid just a slight bit firmer, you think?” I incite her; “Just a little firmer?” I add; “Just a teeny, tiny bit firmer?” I inquire; half by half hoping she would do it, knowing full well how she would react, if she was to do it.

“Oh, oh; of course..” she mouths, as she is tightening the grip slightly; just a little bit, each time she is prompted to, without even considering it.

“Is it comfortable, when I cup your breasts like this?” I inquire.

“Yes, yes, yes-s-s..” she mouths, and a smile spreading out over her face.

“Good, because I want you to be comfortable; as I accompany you out on the breakfast date..” I offer; “even if I am her escort, but I want her to feel as if she is taken a friend out and not just an Escort following her out!” I ponder.

Her breasts may be small, just an A Cup; but they feel so right in my hands, as if they had been moulded to fit in my grip as I am grouping her from behind. Maybe, just maybe.

“Yes, yes, yes-s-ss; you really know; how to group my breasts, just right..” she mouths; "you know..” she sighs; as if she did not want to break a spell, I am having over her.

Of course, I know; partially, because I can feel her reactions on what I do, before she is even aware of it. With deliberate care, I feel what she enjoys; letting her enjoy what I do with her, better than she knew.

Moment by moment; second by second; minute by minute; I am holding her, as I am grouping and caressing her breasts. Feeling her, as she is starting to lean forwards and her knees start to buckle under my attention. I take a step forwards, adjusting my stance and hold in accordance; making absolutely certain, she is enjoying me, and my interaction with her as I continue.

Only as she is finding herself on her knees, do I break off; looking at her, as she is beaming with joy and exudes love like a fountain.

“Oo-ooh, oo-ooh; oo-ooh, oo-ooh; oo-ooh, oo-ooh..” she sighs, her face completely relaxed, as I am holding her up, for her to lean back against me.

“Should I?” I ponder.

“Right now, she wants it..” I consider.

Since I could not, by any means just leave her on the floor; I am holding her up, helping her not to collapse onto the floor.

Apparently, this had taken more out of her, than I could have been predicting, as she is sitting on her knees incapable of raising to her hooves.

I manage to turn her around; where she sits on the floor. Before me, before I am helping her up; just enough for me to lean over to her and place a kiss on her lips, ever so lightly; but the kiss is still enjoyable, and I can clearly see the reaction in her eyes already.

Her eyes go aflutter, fluttering; as I kiss her, then she is pushing her lips closer to me in a response. She is returning the kiss, in a manner that tells me that she had accepted it, enjoying the warmth I am offering her.

Should I have been expecting it? If I could not have sensed her, I probably should have taken a step back; worrying about if I was about to take advantage of her in this delicate situation. But, I do sense her, her emotions; permitting them to guide me, to lead me forwards.

Somehow, I notice how she is gathering strength; from the kiss I had offered her, the kiss she had so eagerly accepted.

Should I blame her, but how? It is her choice to accept and return the kiss I had offered her.

She is reacting, as weak as she may have been, appearing; before me, a mere moment before.

“I guess, she did need that..” I ponder; “which means I must have been correct, on the notion; of her wanting it!” I continue.

Even knowing you may need something, even if you don’t want it. However, offering her the kiss is still saving her day; to let her take me out on the breakfast date, she had been so eager to take me out on.

Not that her face had been pale, or white; but colour is returning to her face, as it is taking on a light pink hue.

“Oh, oh..” she mouths, as she is gaining the strength to raise to her hooves, and stand up before me.

“I did need that..” she now whispers; “a Kiss, is exactly what I need; from you, that is!” she then fills in.

While the reaction, as well as the recovery may be slow; but it is obvious to see, she is getting up onto her own two hooves, after a few minutes. If a bit shaky, at first; but she does get up, even if I do help her to get up on her own two hooves.

“Thank you, Twilight; I did need it, and I certainly do enjoy it..” she now puts forth; “and I will be taking this joy with me, to remember I will be treasuring it, for as long as I can remember!” she then adds.

The next moment, she is kissing me, gently; I return the kiss, reciprocating it generously.

I am feeling a warmth, emanating from her.

“Maybe, we should go out; so we can go out and enjoy the breakfast buffet, before they close the restaurant?” she inquires.

“Yes, yes we should!” I respond, permitting her to lean in and enjoy the support for a moment longer.

I part my lips and she is reciprocating the gesture; her tongue is slipping out between her lips and mine slips out to greet hers.

The gesture is warm, loving; a moment of bliss shared, even if it is lasting but the briefest of moments.

Her right hand, still clasping the tip of my braid; even after everything, but she had not realized its significance. Only holding the tip of my braid, in a gentle grip; enjoying my gesture, of offering her to hold it.

Had she realized, her hand refuses to let go of my braid; how would she have reacted now, I have no idea. But I guess, I do not question the gifted Deer?

“How about you place your left arm around my waist; placing the hand on my hip, as we go out to enjoy the breakfast buffet?” I suggest.

“Yes..” she responds.

“Thank you, Twilight!" she exclaims; if still a bit weakly, as she is moving her hand to the offered position, and permitting her hand to rest on my hip as I had promised.

“There..” I exclaim, as I am lifting my right hand, extending the palm to press it onto the plaque; spreading my fingers wide, to open the door for the both of us.

The door slides up, before me; I step out of her suite with her by my side and we continue, trotting over to the door to the elevator where Ellie is waiting for us.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as we trot along the hall together; soon reaching the door, without any incident on the way.

I lift up my right hand, extending the palm onto the plaque; spreading my fingers, opening the door to the elevator. Once the doors had slid up, before us; we eagerly step into the room, where Ellie is waiting.

“Greetings, Misses Maid and Sparkles!” Ellie the waitress exclaims.

“Greetings, Ellie..” I respond; “Greetings, Ellie!” Twilight echoes.

“The breakfast buffet, at The Top of the World?” Ellie inquires, just as the doors had slid shut behind us.

“Yes, that sounds delightful!” I respond.

“That breakfast buffet at the Top of the world is to die for!” Twilight confesses, with a slight hint of a blush.

“But you don’t have to die, or even kill anyone for it..” Ellie points out, with a smile as we’re pummeling up to our destination.

“Oh, ah; thank Celestia, because I don’t think I had it in me..” I respond with a sigh of relief.

“Me neither!” Twilight agrees.

“That’s fine by me, because I certainly do prefer, for you to enjoy your buffet, without bothering anyone!” Ellie responds.

“Thanks..” I breathe.

“Based on your latest choices, Pet; I may have a few suggestions, I would like to recommend..” Twilight offers.

“Oh, okay..” I respond; “In that case, Twilight, let me hear, what you had in mind!” I continue.

“Since you are such a Deer, Pet; how about exploring this path, to its natural conclusion?” she inquires.

“Thank you, Twilight; maybe you could show me, a few select options, to this effect as we get home?” I inquire.

“While I think you are beautiful, the way you are; but it is your choice and you should take the time, to explore your options in the company of someone you trust, implicitly!” Ellie points out.

“Thank you, Ellie; then I guess I will choose you, Twilight to accompany me!” I point out.

“I am honoured, Pet; I will do my utmost, to help and guide you through your choices and options..” Twilight responds; “to make sure, you can find exactly what is you; to full-fill your deepest dreams..” she continues.

“Now, I am looking forwards to it; but I guess I will need to eat so I can enjoy this adventure, with you!” I respond.

“Yes, you would need to eat; so you have all the strength you need, to reach your true goal!” Ellie prompts.

“Thank you, Ellie..” I offer.

“But alas, you’re here..” she exclaims, as the doors slide up before us.

“Twilight spills out of the elevator, with me in tow; with her braid still in a secure grip, in my right hand.

The doors slide shut behind us, as we had stepped out of the elevator; leaving Ellie behind, to pilot the elevator.

“You know, Twilight; this is like a research project..” I offer, as I am following her towards the restaurant.

“You just had to say that, Pet?” she inquires; “but yes, you are quite correct; it’s your project, of self realization..” she points out; “and I am helping you, find who and what you are; so that you can enjoy your life, to the fullest!” she concludes.

“Yes, Twilight; I guess I just had to say that, but how could I possibly express it in any other terms?” I point out.

“I guess you couldn’t..” she responds; making an effort not to drool over the presented prospect, while trapped in the persona of Twilight Sparkle.

“As it came out; I hope it is inspiring you, more than it is distracting you!” I offer.

“I know you chose Aloe, as your default, and how much you love her services such as you asked her to perform for you..” she offers; “and then you chose me, as your Escort; neither Aloe nor Rarity, so I will be taking it as a cue..” she prompts; “rather; than a mistake, on your part!” she concludes.

“Aloe does offer great massages, I’d have to confess..” I agree; “and Rarity is great, when it comes to appearances; but neither of these, is what I am looking for here!” I let on.

“Ah..” she breathes; “sounds, as if my initial impression is correct!” she concludes.

I had failed to notice, that we had entered the restaurant. A waitress is stepping up, offering her services; to guide us, to a table befitting our mood.

“Greetings, Miss Maid; how may I serve you, this fine morning?” she inquires.

“Greetings; a table for two and the breakfast buffet!” I respond.

“Of course, Miss; right this way, please!” she continues, as she is leading me and Twilight towards a table for two, in a more secluded area of the restaurant.

There is a ramp, leading up to an area around a set of tables laiden with food; with smaller, secluded sections with tables surrounding the buffet tables. Our Waitress is stopping before one of these tables.

“Here you go, I hope this table will be to your satisfaction..” she now pronounces.

“Yes, thank you; this looks just right, thank you Miss Waitress!” I respond.

“Have a seat!” she offers, pulling out my chair for me to sit on, then the other for Twilight.

“Thank you, thank you; Miss Waitress!” I respond.

“You are quite welcome, Miss Maid; the buffet tables are in that direction..” she offers, as she is extending her right hand in the direction; “and if you happen to need something, or just need to ask; I will be close by, if and when..” she continues.

“Uhm..” I mouth; “Tea?” I inquire.

“Tea, as well as other beverages are included..” she offers; “and, if you so wish; I could serve you, at the table!” she offers.

“Do you by chance have the Celestial Blend tea?” Twilight inquires.

“Yes, yes; but of course..” she responds.

“Then I think I would like a cup of Celestial..” Twilight coos, in delight.

I get the feeling reminiscent of a cat, purring from Twilight. How curious.

“I would have that, too..” I suggest.

“Two cups of Celestial Blend tea, coming right up.” she announces, as response; soon trotting off, preparing the preferred tea.

“Thank you, Waitress!” I respond, and she is nodding in acknowledgement on her way out.

The waitress is stepping out of sight, on her way; preparing the two cups of tea, before she is to return.

“Since you are taking to the Deer, is it too presumptuous of me; suggesting a few further options, towards this image?” Twilight inquires, casually, in a cautious manner.

“As a suggestion, it’s quite all right; what options, would you suggest I consider?” I inquire.

“Since your face is almost entirely Cervine, like the Deer you are becoming; my first suggestion, is to offer an oral tube to the effect of extending you a voice to go with it..” she offers; “and if it is not what you were hoping for, there should be a selection of others including the reset to choose from!” she continues.

“That does sound interesting, please do continue, Twilight!” I coo in delight, over her suggestion; even before I had the chance to sample its effect upon me, or the consequences entailed.

“Glad to see I was right, and that I could help; but it did feel like a natural progression to explore, on your part!” she explains, taking the cue with a smile spreading onto her face.

“I hope you are ready, to explore this with me; once we get back home, in the bed room and wardrobe of my suite..” I offer.

“Just say the word, and I will be there; aiding you, in the search..” she offers; “or, erm..” she continues; “research, wasn’t it?” she then inquires.

“We do have a few days..” I respond; before I am interrupted, by the introduction of a Waitress, bearing a pot of tea.

Before my very eyes, the Waitress is placing a cup before me and another before Twilight; before she is promptly pouring the preferred beverage into each cup in turn.

“Thank you, Dear..” Twilight responds, just as our Waitress is placing the still almost full pot onto its thick Silicone mat.

“Was there anything else?” Waitress inquires.

“Two glasses and a pitcher of orange Juice would be great; beside a tray of select vegetables for a salad, if possible?” I inquire.

“Certainly..” she responds; “just a moment, and I will fetch these for you!” she responds, trotting off in a measured gait.

“Makes me feel, like a Princess all over again; with the Waitress, waiting on me like this..” Twilight Snickers.

“I could imagine worse..” I offer, as I take a sip of my tea; “for one; the tea is good, very good..” I offer.

“Yes, it is..” she responds, as she puts the cup back onto the table, after taking a sip; “guess you could get used to this?” she then inquires.

“I could, and I am not averse to it either!” I prompt, snickering.

“I know, I know..” she snickers; “but back on the topic, of your exploration or research project; assuming your name is a cue, I could pick a few other tubes for you to try out..” she suggests; “and possibly a suit, similar in design to what you wear now; but with an over-night design in red, in place of the daytime design of your current choice!” she offers.

“Are you implying, what you made it sound as if you were suggesting?” I inquire.

“If you think, what I think you are imagining; your name. Pet Maid, is an apt name for you in Equestrian Ponish..” she responds, with a knowing smile.

“Why does it sound, as if the book affects the names you sign in under?” I inquire.

“You mean the book is charmed, to make the names fitting Ponish standards?” she responds.

“Is it such an outlandish, or strange notion?” I inquire.

“At least, in your case, I would not bet against it; based on the glimpses of you, and your personality!” she offers.

“If I were to guess, what your name means; Twilight is the moment between Tick and Tock, the place where everything is possible..” I push forth, on a chance.

“If you don’t mind, I will be factoring in the implications your name is suggesting to me; based on what I know of you, and how you are reacting to my suggestions..” she offers, just as the Waitress is back.

She is placing the pitcher on the table, and one glass for each of us; while she is docking the salad to the table, placing a plate, a fork and a knife before our respective places. Now, she is pouring up the cool beverage, in each glass; before once more putting down the pitcher on a Silicone pad.

“These pads seems to be the tradition, to place things on?” I ponder.

“Could I have a Naturel Yogurt with a berry buffet?” I inquire.

“Is there a grain buffet, including oats?” Twilight inquires; “Any chance; the book you sign in, in, is charmed?” she then inquires.

“Yes, but of course; I will be fetching it for you, right away!” she responds; “If you desire it, I will be fetching it for you, while I am at it..” she continues.

“Reasonable precaution, just a different one than you were asking for; so Pet Maid is, who you think she is...” the Waitress is confirming.

“Curious!” Twilight ponders; “Curious, indeed..” she continues.

As the waitress is trotting off, to fetch our latest order; Twilight is selecting vegetables for the two of us, scooping them up and fill our plates. With that, I start to dig in; naturally, she is enjoying the offered treat right along with me.

Even if, technically she may not need to take part in the meal; but doing so, is generating so much more for her she is honour-bound to do it all the same. A meal in solitude, is after all just half a meal; while the meal shared, is doubly enjoyed and beneficial to all parties.

Our waitress returns, a moment later; docking the additions onto our table, presenting us with what we had just ordered.

“Is there by chance, anything more you would like?” Waitress inquires.

“Yes, please; a plate of sunny-side eggs and a bowl of crisp bacon dices should be great, if it was possible!” I inquire.

“Do you by chance have apple cider?” Twilight inquires.

“Then I will be fetching these for you, right away; and we do have it, if you would like!” Waitress offers.

“Yes, please; a pitcher and two glasses would be perfect, please!” Twilight confirms, with a grin spreading out over her face.

“Of course!” Waitress responds, as she is trotting off to fetch the requested food and beverage.

“On the account of your name; there is one special tube I would love to see you try out, if for nothing else; than to confirm its validity and see if you will enjoy it as much as I picture you, loving it!” Twilight is proposing.

“Sounds exciting, very exciting..” I mouth, taken aback by my strong overtly obvious reaction.

“You came here, to find something; and by Celestia, I will help you finding it!” Twilight proclaims.

“This..” Queen Chrysalis ponders; “sounds exciting, indeed!” she continues; “if it is what I think it is, and it implies what I think it means; I shall put every effort in helping her find it, on the basis of what this is promising!” she concludes.

“Maybe, I did not know it; but now, it feels as if you are right..” I confess; “You opened my eyes; and now I can see it, clear as day!” I respond.

“Helping a friend, is the only option..” Twilight offers; “and at least, to me; you are a friend, and thus I will help you!” I offer.

“I do like the sound of that..” I respond, as I continue eating.

The waitress is returning, with the latest order; presenting everything to us, satisfied with the presented offerings we dismiss her for the time being. Only enjoying the meal in quiet contemplation, considering what had been said and what had been revealed.

“I had chosen the name I signed in under, but apparently it means something other than what I had pictured it meaning!” I ponder, giggling at my strange luck.

Taking my time, as I observe Twilight devour her meal; knowing she is observing me, as I am enjoying my breakfast.

No point in rushing it, just to get down faster; I need to eat; besides, the effects would mostly wait until tomorrow anyway.

In the end, maybe an hour later; I sit in my chair; my belly bloated with everything I had eaten, knowing she felt exactly the same. Going by her expression, aside from the look of her belly.

“You look pregnant..” she snickers, as she is pushing her chair back.

“So do you..” I just respond, as I am mirroring her action.

“I guess we do..” she agrees; “but at least, none will comment on it..” she continues; “a nominal filter ensures the experience!” she concludes.

“Is that, why none has given me a second glance?” I inquire.

“Well, yes..” she responds, as she is pushing her chair back; raising to her hooves, pushing the chair back into place.

I take her cue, following her example; only leaving mere minimal scraps on the table, leaving my plate as a sign of a meal concluded in satisfaction. The next waitress passing the table will know, we have been enjoying the meal; just as she knows she can clean up the table, after us. Just a small courtesy, to the people working so hard to make our moment enjoyable.

On our way out, I wave a hand at Waitress. She is waving back, at us with a smile.

“Since I noticed how much you enjoyed it..” Twilight offers, as we walk out of the restaurant; “here..” she offers, presenting the tip of her braid.

“Thanks, Twilight..” I respond, as I grab the tip of her tail.

“May I call you Twii?” I inquire.

“Yes, please; by all means, please do..” she responds; “and feel free to hold on tight..” she then adds with a snicker.

“Thank you, Twii; and I’m sure, you know just how much I enjoy you presenting it to me?” I push forth.

Twilight is lifting her right hand and extends the palm gently onto the plaque, spreading her fingers and the door slides up before us; she exits the restaurant with me in tow and we continue towards the elevator, where Ellie is waiting for us.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as we trot over to the door.

As we are reaching the door to the elevator, Twilight is lifting up her right arm and extends the palm onto the plaque once more; spreading her fingers wide and the doors slide up before us, we step in and the doors are closing behind us as I clear the threshold.

“Greetings Misses Maid and Sparkles..” Ellie exclaims, as we enter her domain.

“Greetings, Ellie!” I respond, and Twilight choruses me half a second later.

Before I even ask, I can feel the sure telltale of the elevator dropping; rushing down, towards my floor and the suite.

“Your breakfast was just as good, as you had expected?” Ellie inquires.

“Yes, it sure was..” I respond with a dreamy expression.

Twilight just nods.

“If I had not known better, I would have fretted the elevator was doing a free fall..” I mouth, snickering.

“I hope, she can present me with a tube fitting for a female fawn..” I ponder, as something is reminding me of what she had been suggesting before.

“A little excitement, should liven up the day, wouldn’t you say?” Twilight responds.

“I would hope so..” Ellie responds.

“Of course, with Ellie as the Pilot; he ride is comfortable and swift enough, ending far sooner than I had been expecting. I just notice, as the floor comes to a full stop; just before the doors slide up and we spill out onto the floor.

With the tip of her braid, firmly in my grasp, I follow Twilight, as she is trotting off towards the door to my suite. Had I tried, I would have found my hands and fingers refusing to let go; not so much because I did not want to, which I did not. Just a trait of the trick pulled upon me earlier.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as we move from the door of the elevator, to the door to my suite; the door to the elevator closing, just as I had cleared the threshold.

I had not even noticed, the door behind me closing; as I am focused on the door before me, and Twilight leading the way over to my door. She is only stopping before the door, raising her right arm and gently extending the palm onto the plaque; spreading her fingers wide to open the door, stepping into the cloaking room with me in tow.

Twilight steps up to the shoe rack, dropping her shoes; picking them up and place them on the shoe rack. I wait for her, and she helps me taking the shoes off.

“Bare hoofed, at last..” she exclaims; “now we can go in and explore the options I was suggesting earlier!” she offers.

With that, she is stepping up to the plaque and lifts up her right hand, extending the palm gently and spread her fingers wide to open the door; which promptly slides up before her and we step into the living room, before the door slides shut behind me as I had cleared the threshold.

She steps over the floor, all the way over to the sofa; lifting up the armrest and extracts a pair of Sparkle Cola bottles and close the fridge, before she is walking over to the door to the bed room. On the way to my bed room, she is handing me one of the bottles; stopping before the door, lifting her right hand and gently presses the palm of her hand onto the plaque. As she is spreading her fingers wide, the door slides up before her and she steps into the room with me in tow; only for the door to slide shut behind me, as I clear the threshold.

“It may still be early in the day, Pet; but I felt it better to share and show you what I was suggesting for you to try out, now..” she explains, just as she is stopping before the doors to my wardrobe.

“Oh, okay..” I respond; nothing’s like the present; why prolong, what you could do right now?” I inquire.

“Exactly, what I had in mind!” she is pointing out, as she is opening the door to expose the interior and what it has to offer.

“While it may still be morning, even if we just had our breakfast; but what is preventing us, from trying out the options you were hinting at?” I inquire.

“Yes, it is still early in the morning..” she responds; “these are nighttime wears, but you can still put them on or slip them in now!” she points out.

“Could you pick that oral tube you were suggesting before?” I inquire.

“Oh, the oral membrane tube..” she confirms, as she is picking out a metallic bloody red tube fore me.

“Oral Membrane-Tube” the label reads; “Female Fawn’s Voice” the subtitle reads; “Imprint Excitable” the second subtitle reads.

She is passing me the tube and I am accepting it; knowing I should be slipping it into my mouth right now, in the form of the Fawn I am right now. As I slip the tube into my mouth, between my slightly parted lips; I feel the Silicone membrane slip in and slide into my mouth. It slips in over my lips, into my mouth and is coating my tongue; before is slides down my throat and all the way down, coating the throat ind initialize its initial purpose even before I had the time to go to bed.

This tube, as opposed to the previous crystal-clear once is not intended to mute me; rather it is modulating my voice, towards the preferred persona I had chosen beforehand. I had felt the membrane propagate over my lips and tongue, through my mouth and down my throat; but a moment later the sensations slip my mind, to the point I can no longer sense or put a finger onto it.

She picks the lip-liner, extending her right hand towards my face; “May I?” she inquire; before she is drawing the line along the rim of the tube, as I nod in acknowledgement and acceptance.

I feel the tip of the pencil as she is drawing the line, then the tube tightening up as it is bonding to my mouth; before the sensation slowly slips my mind. She is repeating the process: once, twice and thrice.

“There..” she exclaims; how does it feel?” she inquires.

“Oh, oh..” I mouth; "normal, and perfectly fine..” I continue; “though my voice is a bit strange and unfamiliar!” I conclude.

“Since the tube is bonded to you, it will re-modulate your voice into that of the Fawn you are..” she explains, snickering.

“Oh, okay..” I respond; relieved by the explanation, confirming the intent.

Of course, my lips are the metallic bloody red; in order to indicate that I have the nighttime oral tube inserted, even if it does not reveal which tube I have inserted or if it had been bonded. No intimate details are revealed, and you have to be close up to see; but in this case, Twilight can see everything just as clearly as I can. She is my escort, after all; helping me, guiding me through the process.

“Before we continue..” she offers; “I would like for us to take a short break!” she suggests; “Uncap your bottle, and take a sip; before you tell me, how it feels and tastes!” she now puts forth.

“Oh, oh; but of course..” I chirp, in my new Fawn voice; “I don’t have too; but she is suggesting I take a sip, to get a clear base-line of what my mouth will before like, in the foreseeable future!” I ponder; picking up the offered bottle, uncapping it and take a slow swig, sipping the cool, fizzy beverage down.

With a smile, I part my lips; “if I had not known better, I would not even know I inserted the tube!” I now declare, before I take another sip.

In another situation I should have been scared and upset; but right now, here I just enjoy it as the treat it had been intended to be. Here, now; I just find it exciting, knowing I could ask her to extract it before I leave and I would have my old voice back. If I wanted that old voice back, that is. Right now, I am not even sure; if I wanted it back, if she offered me.

That voice, feels as if it had belonged to another girl; a girl who is not me, maybe she had never been me in the first place. I had been her, in her body; but now, I can choose if I want to go back and be her.

I take a third, and final sip of my Sparkle Cola; before I cap the bottle and place it on the night stand behind me.

“There..” she offers; “I was right; you do enjoy the voice, this tube is offering you?” she inquires.

“Yes, yes, yes..” I coo, excitedly; enjoying to hear my own voice, as the Fawn I am.

“Unfortunately; you will have to strip naked, before we can continue..” she is explaining; “if this does not bother you?” she inquires, without mention or hinting towards the one detail.

She will be with me, of course; guiding me, selecting everything for me. I want her in the room, and not just because I chose her to be the Escort for my date. Now I enjoy her company, as well as her opinion and insights.

Slipping the shoes, or hooves of will be no problem; even if it is still feeling a bit weird, even knowing I can stand up perfectly comfortably on the tips of my toes.

I end up, starting with the gloves, right and left; leaving the gloves in a pile on the floor of the wardrobe, without a single thought. With this out of the way, I find myself compelled to continue.

Lifting the right hoof, slowly and somewhat reluctantly I slip the shoe off of my foot; dropping it onto the top of the pile, setting the foot down onto the floor. Lifting the left hoof, repeating the process; leaving the second show onto the pile, still with a bit of regret.

With the gloves and shoes of, I continue; progressing to the stockings I am still wearing, enjoying to wear. I lift up my right foot, sliding the stocking down my leg; pulling it down and off of me, before I leave it unceremoniously onto the pile. Only to repeat the process, of stripping; slipping the left stocking of, once I placed the right foot onto the floor and lift the left foot up.

With my arms and legs bare, still standing on the tips of my toes; like the graceful Ballerina my stockings had been promising me. I aim towards the panties; only to be stopped by the tip of her braid, still firmly within my grasp.

I can’t quite make myself, letting go of the braid; but as I try, I soon realize my hand is not complying as hard as I may try. My focus, for naught; I can not let go of it, as my fingers stubbornly clasp the tip of her braid.

“Oh..” Twilight snickers; “I could help you, if I may?” she inquires.

I nod, while my lips refuses to form the words.

With her braid in her right hand, she is slipping in her fingers into my grasp; slipping the braid out, while loosening the grasp of her braid. Only once the braid is out of my grasp; my fingers are relaxing, and I can let go.

“That,- that, that.. feels weird..” I mouth, still with the excited chime to my voice.

“Yes, I believe it does..” she merely acknowledges.

“Thank you, Twii!” I respond, nodding my head and beam of a smile at her.

“You are quite welcome, Pet; and I believe, you can finish undressing now..” she offers; “or, disrobing; if you please, and prefer..” she concludes, smiling back at me.

“Yes..” I coo, quietly.

“Seems I still regain some inflection tonal control of my voice?” I ponder.

“Yey..” I exclaim; “even my inner voice is a Fawn, now!” I realize, mouthing the words.

“You will just have to find your voice, again, just like in puberty, when your voice develops into adulthood..” she offers, with a bemused smile; remembering, how that was.

“Does that affect females and mares too?” I inquire.

“It does, it does; rest assured, it most certainly does..” she responds; “though it did hit me twice; since I was ascending, into an Alicorn too!” she then adds.

“Oh, oh..” I snicker.

I lift my hands up, placing them on my waist; sliding my fingers in under the skirt and slide it down. Kicking the skirt up, catching it with my hands; slipping the skirt onto the pile, on the floor of my wardrobe. With that, I am repeating the process; leaving the panties on the top of the pile, on the floor of the wardrobe.

As I slipped out of the panties, she is extracting an anal membrane-tube; presenting it to me, before she inserts it into my anus as expected.

“Uhm..” I exclaim; “what was that?” I inquire with an excited chime.

“That, is your promised anal tube!” she explains.

“Anal Membrane-Tube” the title reads; “Back-Orifice” the subtitle reads “Ultra-Tight - Hyper-Elastic” the second subtitle declares.

“This is the metallic bloody red nighttime tube, I hope!” I chime.

“Yes, it is; why would I bother, with anything less?” she inquires; “I was promising you, to try out a few items; bloody metallic red for nighttime or overnight use, only!” she is explaining.

“Oh, yeah..” I sigh, my voice sounding much more excited than I had been expecting.

Of course, my voice keeps coming out as chimes and coos more or less consistently; but as I am exposed, the voice is reflecting my emotions and desires more and more as time is passing.

“If you want to slip in the next tube by yourself, or I am perfectly capable and happy to assist you with this..” she offers.

“For some reason, it is more exciting if you did it for me; even if I would have enjoyed to do it by myself, as it makes me feel more self-reliant..” I respond; “but I asked you to assist me, so now I do want you to do it!” I conclude.

“Thank you, Pet..” she responds; “then, by all means; I will do it for you, to add the intimacy to spice up your experience!” she confirms, with a jovial snicker to her voice as she is extracting the tube for me.

“Vaginal Membrane-Tube” the Title reads; “Pet Leash” the subtitle reads; “Toy Extension” the second subtitle reads.

“Oh, oh ..” I coo, as I feel the tube entering my vagina.

“Oh..” I mouth, as I feel the membrane propagate into me, as it is spreading all the way through my vagina and coating the walls of my womb.

If I look down, I would just see the red tube inserted into my vagina; what is underneath is hidden, and would only reveal itself after eight hours of uninterrupted sleep anyway. Though I guess I could have seen the glossy, crystal clear layer of stiff Silicone coating my orchid, though. However, the real change will only show; if and when engaged, if I or someone else inserted the leash.

I can feel the tip of the pencil or tube-liner, as she is drawing the line along the border of the tube; effectively bonding it onto and into me, in the process. Once the circuit is closed, the bond is taking hold and the tube is blending into the outer walls of my vagina. She is repeating the process: once, twice and thrice; reafirming the action, reinforcing the bond thrice. I feel the thin membrane blending into me as it is integrating with me intimately.

“Silly me, but could you insert this membrane-tube into my belly button; I would enjoy feeling your fingers caressing and probing my belly button, while and after you inserted it!” I coo, excitedly.

“For you, Pet..” she responds; “I will do it for you, but just because you do enjoy it so much, and because I enjoy doing it for you!” she responds, as she is extracting the indicated belly button tube I had chosen for the insertion.

“Belly Button Membrane-Tube” the title reads, as she is examining the preferred tube I had selected, for her to insert.

“Oh, oh, oh..” she chimes; “this will be only so much fun!” she concludes, as she is examining my choice.

“Pi Inch Squishy Toy Belly” the subtitle reads; “You really do have a very peculiar taste; but if you trust me enough to insert this into you, I will be only too happy to assist you!” she pushes forth; “Hyper Smooth - Hyper Elastic - Hyper Sensitive” the second subtitle reads.

“Am I too brave, or just foolish; for suggesting these things, even if I trust you to be there for me?” I inquire.

“If you can enjoy this, who am I to stand in your way?” she inquires; as I am reaching for her belly button with the tube covering the tip of my index-finger; sliding the tip of the finger in, effectively inserting the tube into her belly button as she had asked of me.

At first, I had expected the tube only to reach to the bottom of my belly button: which should have been less than half an inch; only to experience the tube sliding all the Pi inches into my belly button, as if it had indeed actually been that deep. At least. Which I am fairly certain; I never was, in the first place.

"Oh, oh, oh..” I coo, as I feel the tip of her finger slipping into my belly button; only for her finger to slide in inch by inch, all the way to the very bottom of the Pi inches promised by the label.

I feel my belly button growing tighter around the tip of her finger, slowly contracting; as she is pushing all the way down, to touch the bottom of my belly button. As she is pulling back, the tube remains in place; just as I can feel her finger slipping over the smooth and slippery Silicone coating the inner walls of my now Pi inch deep belly button.

“Th, that, that; feels strange, when you slip your finger all the way down..” I mouth, in awe.

“The tube has to accommodate, for me to be able to insert a Pi inch long tube into your belly button; there is no way around it, it has to be a weird experience!” she explains.

She is once more lifting up her right hand, pencil in hand; drawing the line around the tube, bonding it into place. The next moment, she is repeating the process thrice; reinforcing the bond and integrating the tube deeper and deeper, more and more intimately in the process.

“I’m still looking forward, to explore it with you; even if I had to wait until tomorrow, after I had the chance to have the full eight hours of uninterrupted sleep!” I chime; “that just sounds weird..” I ponder, hearing the sound of my voice.

“Since you want me, to be part of your exploration; I am looking forward, towards the adventure..” she chimes, in overt excitement.

“Of course, I do; just as I am expecting and looking forward to you, being there by my side..” I confirm.

“Then, by all means; I promise to be there, by your side!” she declares.

“Thank you, Twii!” I coo.

“Since you have chosen the tubes, for all your orifices; letting me insert them for you, the next step is the suit!” she explains; extracting something akin to a one-piece swim-suit, crafted out of the same metallic bloody red Silicone as the rest of the night time garments.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Quadrupole Zipper Deer Suit” the subtitle reads; “Full-Length Virtual Back Zipper” the second subtitle reads.

“Try it on, and tell me how it feels!” she offers, as she is extending her right hand, holding up the suit before me.

“Thank you, Twee!” I respond, as I am accepting the offered suit she is presenting me with.

“Of course, the suit is tight..” I ponder, as I am eyeing the suit over; “but, where is the promised zipper?” I consider.

“Sorry, Pet; it’s a virtual zipper, you just touch it up or down with the tip of a finger!” she explains.

“So long as it does not break, I’m happy..” I point out.

“That would be just as likely, as if you expect your muzzle to just fall off of your face..” she ensures me.

“Okay, that sounds reasonable!” I chime.

“By tomorrow, the zipper is part of your skin; growing on your back, along the length of your spine!” she explains, pointedly, with a snicker at the end of her statement.

“That, that, that; is radical..” I exclaim.

“Yes, it is..” she coos; “in more ways than I dare consider!” she concludes.

I pull the top up, over my head; unceremoniously dropping it onto the pile of clothes in the wardrobe, effortlessly.

With the last trapping out of the way, I am finally holding the metallic bloody red suit in my hands; lifting my right foot, stepping into the suit and putting the foot back onto the floor, before I am lifting up my left foot and step into the suit. I pull the suit up to my waist, before I am sliding my hands into the suit and out through the respective sleeves; raising my arms up towards the ceiling, in a single fluid motion and thus making the suit slide right up. Only to afford the suit a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; in order to acquire that ever so elusive perfect fit, even if the suit is so slippery inside it flows over my skin.

There, how is that?” she inquires.

Of course, once the suit is on; it is just tight, leaving a sense of pressure akin to a few feet of water. The pressure, or contraction is smooth and even; befitting a design of Rarity’s, I would have expected nothing less from her. Maybe I would not have known, just a day before I had signed in here at the Royal Twilight in; but the samples I have seen and tried on, have taught me the delicate care she is putting into her work.

My entire body is metallic bloody red, like the body of a car you just spray painted. Its such a beautiful red hue, I can’t resist it. At least; in my opinion, it is.

“What is next, Twii?” I inquire.

“How about these stockings?” she inquires, extracting a pair of matching full-length stockings, in the same cervine style as the suit I just slipped into.

“Looking good..” I respond; “as a matter of fact, better than good; so much better than good..” I respond, accepting the offered garments.

I lift up my right foot without a thought, slipping it down into the stocking; pulling the stocking all the way up before I put the foot down, only to afford the stocking a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. With the right stocking on, I am repeating the process; lifting up my left foot and sliding it down into the stocking, carefully placing the foot onto the floor as I am affording the stocking a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Female Roe Deer - Doe” the subtitle reads; “Full-Length Cervine Hoof Stockings” the second subtitle reads.

“I guess, I should not have been expecting too much, just because I put these stockings on; they feel exactly like the once I wore earlier, marked: “Ballerina”.

“You will notice the difference, by tomorrow; after you have enjoyed a full night of eight hours uninterrupted sleep, by which time the transformation is complete!” she is explaining.

“Oh, yeah; I do remember that is how it was explained, earlier!” I respond.

With the stockings on, seamlessly blending with the suit covering my body; only my head and arms are not coated in the red Silicone. It is giving me a strange feeling, leaving me eerily excited; as my skin is slippery and smooth, glistering jubilantly in the light of the room in which I am standing.

Twilight snickers, as she notices my reaction.

“Dare I present you with a pair of matching gloves?” she inquires, cautiously; as if she was fearing something bad would happen, possibly something she was not prepared to face even with me in the room.

Or, maybe having me in the room is exactly what she is fearing.

“Is now the time, to confess?” I ponder; “but, I just realized; I may have a Fetish for Rubber..” I chime.

“You don’t say?” she inquires, snickering hysterically.

“While I know these garments are made out of neither Latex nor Rubber; but they look and feel as if they were, in all the ways that count to me..” I explain.

“I have heard of the Fetish; but we don’t avoid the material based on the Fetish, but on the account of an Allergy and the consequences of exposure!” she explains.

“Aah..” I breathe.

“However, if it made a difference to you; I am prepared to supply the scent of Latex or Rubber, for your personal pleasure..” she supplies; “if you ask for it!” she concludes.

“Thank you, Twii..” I respond; “I will consider the option, but for now I guess it is perfect as is!” I conclude.

“I am eager; to present you with the very best, Pet..” she coos; “I can’t find a single reason, not to..” she elaborates.

“For now, I think I would love nothing more than a pair of full-length gloves in metallic bloody red; even if the night is several hours away, forcing me to wait longer for the reveal by the first light tomorrow..” I put forth.

“I guess, I was expecting nothing else; let me see, what would be the fitting gloves, for you..” she supplies.

“Take the time, even if I know I could swap until I am satisfied..” I respond, while I am watching her with her face deep in the wardrobe; searching for the perfect match to my ensemble, considering what would be just right for me.

“Full-length, of course..” she mumbles; “metallic bloody red, of course..” she continues.

“I can’t deny her, on the account of an open request; not when she is paying Premium, and we both seems to enjoy the same things..” Twilight ponders.

“Wouldn’t she be just too adorable, with the miniature semi-hooves?” she considers, barely breathing the words to herself.

“Yes, I think she would be..” she ponders; “guess we do have the winner..” she concludes; extracting a pair of gloves, for me to try on.

“I hope, these are what you are looking for; because it feels, as if they were crying out for you!” she offers, presenting the pair of gloves.

“Thank you, Twii..” I exclaim, as I am accepting the offered garments in her hand.

I slip in the right hand, pulling the sleeve all the way up into my arm-pit; affording the glove a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. Now I accept the left glove, sliding my hand in; pulling it all the way up, affording it a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice.

The material eagerly guides my fingers into position. Since these are the metallic bloody red nightwear, I would not have needed to worry about the fit; my arms, hands and fingers will fit just right by tomorrow morning. However, maybe it is today, I am worrying about. Just that the gloves fluidly cover my skin, as I slip them on; as I feel the Silicone coating the skin, as if painted on.

Strange, but these garments always look as if they had been painted on; but tomorrow, I am changed, making it look as if they still had been painted on.

“With this suit on, I don’t have to suffer the midriff..” I ponder.

As I watch her, taking a sip of her cola; I am reminded of my own bottle, grabbing it and languidly taking a swig. Swallowing the fizzy liquid, as it flows over my tongue and down my throat.

“Ah..” I exclaim.

“Let me take a look, at you..” she intones, and she takes a step closer to me.

I enjoy, having her ogling me, and she knows it; I don’t have to tell her I had noticed, so I just soak up the attention she is offering with all the joy I can soak up. She is enjoying me, my appearance; beyond the mere looks of me, but she still enjoys looking at me because I am me.

The way she is ogling me; I am picturing her finding me pretty, beautiful and, and, and.

“Wait, what was that you were just saying a moment before; could you be my Element of Latex, carrying the scent of Rubber?” I inquire.

“I could, I could; if it is what you want me to, Pet?” she inquires, with a pleading tone slipping into her voice.

“Even if this may take you hours, but maybe a set of tubes..” I suggest, not finishing the question; hoping she could conjure something up, on her own on the account of being Twilight Sparkle and all that.

“If I were to employ such a tube, or a set thereof; would it please you, and would you find me alluring and exciting if I did?” she inquires.

“Most certainly, I will..” I vow.

“And would you enjoy, inserting these tubes into me?” she inquires, urging me forwards.

“Oups..” I ponder; "I struck something..” I realize; “if you were to permit me to insert any or all of these tubes; it would be an honour, and I would love and treasure it like nothing else!” I respond; "Dare I, or how could I possibly not accept, what she is offering me?” I ponder.

“Then, by all means; select the tubes for you to insert, so I may please you!” she offers.

I take a step towards the wardrobe, scanning its content in the search of the ideal tone for me to insert.

“Thank you, Twii; with your permission, I shall select the tubes one by one and insert them in order..” I vow.

“Go forth..” she merely breathes, in excitement.

With the promise given, I select the first tube, for me to insert; “Oral Membrane-Tube” the label reads; “Auto-Contracting - Hyper Elastic - Hyper Sensitive” reads the subtitle; “Bio-Latex - Rubber Scent/Taste Pheromonia” the second subtitle reads.

“Here goes, I just hope you will be enjoying it and me inserting it; because I certainly intend to enjoy inserting it for you, just as I picture enjoying it inserted!” I point out, as I am extending my right hand with the intended tube at the ready.

She just nods, and I slip the tip of her tube in between her lips; only for her lips to start contracting, as the tube eagerly slides in between her lips and into her mouth. She is experiencing how the tube is coating her lips, the inside of her mouth and her tongue; as the tube propagates on its way in and then down her throat.

As I let go of the tube, slipping into her mouth; I am extending the index-finger of my right hand, placing the tip of the finger in the middle of her lower lips with a gentle touch. I feel her lips instinctively contract upon contact.

“Does it feel good?” I inquire and she nods vigorously; “Do you enjoy this?” I inquire and she is once more nodding affirmation; “Would you like, for me to bond the tube into your mouth now; while I am at it?” I inquire.

“Please do..” she just breathes, asking me to continue.

“Then, by all means, I will do exactly that, for you Twii!” I respond.

She is presenting the lip-liner and I am accepting it; slowly, carefully drawing the line along the outer border of the tube inserted into her mouth. From the right to the left, on her upper lip; from the left to the right, on her lower lip. Closing the circuit, forming the bond; making her feel the tube contracting, as it is bonding to her mouth. I repeat the process; thrice, reinforcing the bond and thus integrating the tube intimately with her mouth.

Just that I had picked a lip-gloss for her, with the wet-look supplying the slippery and wet lubrication; before I finally do affirm and reinforce the bonding of the inserted oral latex membrane-tube.

“There, there..” I pronounce; “I hope it feels as good for you, as it is feeling for me!” I then breathe.

She just nods.

“Once the bond is confirmed, I barely feel it, then the sensation is ebbing out of my conscious thought!” she explains; though it is a strangely slippery and smooth sensation in my mouth!” she continues, explaining.

“However, I do feel wet..” she mouths.

“Wet..” I echo; “That is good, I hope; “it feels good..” I chime; ”feels right, to feel wet?” I inquire.

“Yes, yes, yes..” she coos; “feels good..” she fills in; “just strange, unfamiliar; but it just makes me feel so good, excited..” she concludes.

“If you still want for me, to insert the next tube fore you?” I inquire, with her belly button tube in mind.

“Yes, please do..” she urges me on.

“Then, by all means; I will pick the tube and insert it, for you!” I respond.

Since I had already selected the desired tube, for her belly button; I extend my hand, extracting the intended tube for insertion as promised.

As I stand before her, I extend my hand with the belly button on the index-finger extended, as I am reaching for her belly. The tip of my extended index-finger slips in, into her belly button; then the tube enters the orifice inch by inch, until it is reaching the bottom. She is feeling the tip of my finger slipping in, the thin membrane coating the inside of her belly button; the orifice slowly stretching inch by inch, in order to accommodate for the given depth of the chosen tube I am inserting.

“Oh, oh;- oh, oh;- oh, oh..” she mouths; as the tube propagates further and further into her belly button, inch by inch.

“Belly Button Membrane-Tube” the label reads; “Auto-Contracting - Hyper Elastic - Hyper Sensitive” reads the subtitle; “Bio-Latex - Rubber Scent/Taste Pheromonia” the second subtitle reads.

Since she had accepted, that I bond the tube; I extend the pencil and draw a line all the way along the border of her belly button tube, thus bonding the tube as the circuit had been closed.

In place of the lubrication I had applied to her lips; I had selected a gel to enhance the orifice, by making the inner walls coarse, grabby and stiff, while remaining squishy inside.

With the gel applied; I once more pick up the pencil, drawing the line around the tube in her belly button: once, twice and thrice; thus affirming and reinforcing the bond to the point of it being intimately blended into her belly as if she had been born with it. Which, of course, she had not; but I guess she could have chosen to have the belly button, as the preferred orifice all the same.

“While I don’t care for the vagina in the slightest, but I can’t even make myself breathing a word to her towards the effect; but I still enjoy her oozing of Latex and Rubber, to the high heavens..” I ponder; “I could always eat her, to make up for what she may expect; thus making good the insertion of her vaginal tube, honestly enjoying it and its implication all the same?” I consider.

Since all the nighttime garments are the same metallic bloody red, you can’t see if the tube is changing the hue of her skin, before she is sleeping, then having the tube extracted.

“Wait, did I just see what I think I saw; a hyper viscous latex lubrication gel?” I ponder, snickering.

Of course, I had selected her vaginal Membrane-Tube; “This should be just right for your vagina..” I offer, as I extract the intended tube, for her.

“These tubes are for Human Females..” she realizes, as I am presenting her with my offering; “wonder how this will be affecting me, if at all; beyond the superficial effects, of coating the vaginal walls and possibly womb with Latex Rubber as she prefers it?” she considers.

“Vaginal Membrane-Tube” the label reads; “Firm Auto-Contracting - Hyper Tight - Hyper Elastic - Hyper Sensitive” reads the subtitle; “Bio-Latex - Rubber Scent/Taste Pheromonia” the second subtitle reads.

“If you do not mind?” I inquire, offering her the chance to back out; before she is regretting it, once the tube is inside her vagina.

“Mind?” she inquires; “Of course not!” she responds, leaving me with the preferred option wide open.

I extend the index-finger of my right hand, slipping the finger into it; before I am extending the hand towards her openly inviting vagina, slowly and carefully slipping the tip of the finger into the orifice. I feel her contracting around the tip of my finger, just as she finds herself contracting around my finger; then the tube is sliding in and propagates further in inch by inch.

Once inserted, the metallic bloody red Silicone tube coats and covers the petals of the orchid and spreads further inside. Coating the inner walls of her vagina inch by inch, continuing until it had reached the very bottom of the womb.

I pick up the lip-liner and demonstratively extend the hand towards her mound; only to draw the line along the rim of the tube, all the way around until the circuit had been closed and the tube is bonded into her vagina.

She is feeling the tube contracting, for a moment; just as the bond is taking hold, before she is relaxing.

I apply the gel, presented as vaginal lubrication; covering and coating the petals of her orchid and inches inside, caressing it in until she is saturated.

Now I once more pick up the lip-liner, drawing a line around the securely bonded tube thrice; affirming and reinforcing the bond. As the tube is integrating with her vagina; the lubrication starts saturating her flesh intimately as the bond is completed.

With the first application, she is experiencing her vagina contracting further; the next application contracts her vagina yet further, while the lubrication comes into contact with the inner walls of her vagina; the third application integrates the membrane into her flesh, now saturating the inner walls of her vagina with the gel I had applied a mere moment before.

“How does this feel?” I inquire, sliding the tip of the extended index-finger over the petals of her orchid.

“Exciting..” she mouths; “and, and, and; wet..” she gasps.

“If you could spread your hooves a foot apart..” I suggest; “Yes, yes..” she responds, as she is complying; I step in between her legs and slide down, planting my lips onto the petals of her orchid.

“I hope, you don’t mind..” and, that this will feel just as good as I picture it..” I offer.

“Please proceed..” she responds; “I am sure, I will be enjoying it.

Just as I place my lips onto the wet petals of her orchid, she gasps. I part my lips, permitting my tongue to slide out; before I start lapping, slowly progressing inside.

“Oh, oh, oh;- oh, oh, oh;- oh, oh, oh-” she mouths, gasping with the contact of my tongue slipping between the petals of her orchid.

“Latex, undiluted..” I rejoice, enjoying the taste of her wetness.

Her breaths, coming in short, rapid gasps; in time with my tongue, as I lap away, at her. Though I am slowing down.

“Relax, spread your legs slowly..” I suggest; only half by half expecting her to comply, only to find her lowering herself as she is spreading her legs.

“Lean forwards, slowly; place the palms of your hands onto the floor, fingers spread wide..” I suggest.

Soon, I find her, with the palms of her hands; firmly planted onto the floor, her fingers spread wide.

After a minute more, maybe two or three; I find her contracting, contractions coming harder and faster with the mounting excitement I am exposing her to, as I stimulate her.

Minute by minute, I feel her belly sliding down over me and pressing me down against the floor; but I can not complain, and not just because I have her wet juices all over my tongue as I continue lapping away at her. Even if I continue to slow down.

While her mound has pinned down my head, almost all the way down to the floor; her hands remain where she placed them, her fingers still spread as wide as she is able to spread them.

A few minutes further in, I find the contractions growing a bit uncertain; strong as they are, only for her to experience her first orgasm all over me in some ten minutes or so. As the orgasm hits her, I feel the deep tremble within her; starting anew, with each consecutive orgasm following upon the first with a second in between.

“If this had been the best, or most efficient way to make her spread her legs; but it had worked, and I certainly did enjoy it..” I realize; “and so did she, for all I can say!” I conclude.

I had continued, a few minutes beyond this; mostly because she was enjoying it, but then so had I.

In the end, I do break of and slide out from under her; raising to my feet; extracting the tube I had had in mind for her.

“Anal Membrane-Tube” the label reads; “Firm Auto-Contracting - Hyper Tight - Hyper Elastic - Hyper Sensitive” reads the subtitle; “Bio-Latex - Rubber Scent/Taste Pheromonia” the second subtitle reads.

“This should be only too much fun, not to mention how exciting it already is..” I mouth.

I step up, behind her; carefully sliding her tube in, into her anus, feeling it slide in as eagerly as I had been anticipating.

Once the tube had slipped in, I draw a line along the rim of her tube; bonding it securely into place. While she may have been distracted, she still felt how it was propagating its way into her anus; coating the inner walls all the way in.

“Wait, this should be fun...” I ponder, as I look at my choice of gel for her anus.

With the choice made, I apply the gel onto the inner surface of the tube bonded into her anus; before I pick up the pencil, drawing a line along the rim of the tube. As I close the circuit, the bonding is reaffirmed, reinforced: once, twice and thrice.

While I had been eating her, she had unconsciously performed a split; her legs spread the full one eighty. With the belly, vagina and belly bottom on the floor; her back bends so far she looks at me, as if she had been standing or rather sitting even if she is a bit lower.

I look into her eyes, she looks back expectantly; I had pt the equipment back, before I step forwards. Now, I sit down with my legs spread to the right and left of her. Leaning over, as I push her head back with the left hand on her shoulder blades, pressing my lips onto hers in a warm kiss and part my lips.

With her eyes wide open in expectation, she is looking deeply into my eyes; as if asking if I was pleasing me, if she had been good enough? As I part my lips, she is reciprocating in parting hers with me. The tip of my tongue slipping out between my lips, hers meeting mine in the gap between us; short as it may be.

I sense a tingling sensation, one she is sensing and offering me to share with her.

The moment lingers, as if it refused to let go, and I permit it to linger; with the backing of Twii, who is resisting to let go of me, as much as the moment. It may be a single moment, but one to treasure.