Author's Note
Pinkie Pie's POV
Signing In: 2
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I had given her some time, to establish herself, building up the standard of the hotel; before I had booked the suite, under the name of Love Fest. I had known, she would need the time, both in order to build up her workforce and to arrange the building to her liking's.
Maybe I had still been a bit early, in booking the suite; but in doing so, I am giving her the time, to arrange everything for me before I arrive. Just that I had not booked the suite for just a night or a week; I had made it a long-standing reservation, paid monthly.
The freshly laid marble floor is black and smooth, glistering in the light as I am entering the lobby. Of course, I had been expecting it.
As I am walking in, I can clearly see the girl behind the counter; where she is standing at attention, waiting for the next customer to arrive. In this case, me.
I can see the smile on her face, and it is a genuine one I can endorse; but she would enjoy her work, considering how she is promoting her Hive. She is wearing the trade-mark design of the Hive's hotel in the metallic bloody red Silicon. The top is tight, covering her bust; just as she is wearing the skirt, of course. Naturally, she is sporting a generous bust, B Cups. Just enough, to be inviting; but not enough, to give them a bad name, scaring people away.
She is of the light complexion, almost white, while her hair is a deep, dark black glistering in the light of the lobby. She is sporting bright, deep Sapphire blue eyes radiating the inviting warmth that invites customers to stay.
Her hands, resting on the desktop; showing the semi-square, inch-long, metallic bloody red nails; while tentatively hiding the brightly cerise touch-pads that reaches from the final joint and up to the nail. Just as she is hiding the silicone-white suction-cup covering the entire palm of her hands.
What she is not hiding, is the bright smile, on her metallic bloody red lips; or the silver-metallic eye-shadows part of her uniform, even if this is not widely circulated information.
"Click, clack; click, clack.." is heard, as I walk over the floor, all the way up to the front desk that is the counter.
"Do you by chance have a reservation?" the girl inquires.
"Yes, under the name Love Fest!" I respond.
"Love Fest.." she chimes, visibly brightening up; "Diane Pie's special suite on the top floor?" she inquires.
"Yes, that would be the one!" I respond, smiling back.
"Place the palm of your right hand onto the plaque.." she instructs me, indicating the glossy, black Silicone surface behind her screen on the reception-desk.
"Of course.." I respond; as I lift up my right hand, placing the palm gently onto the squishy surfaces as she had just dictated.
"Spread your fingers, as wide as possible.." she continues; "in order to verify your identity, and clear the payment!" she concludes.
"Okay.." I respond, as I am spreading my fingers, feeling the gentle warm clasp in the process; "Thank you!" I continue.
"Take the elevator on my right.." she chimes; "and you are quite welcome!" she concludes, pointing at the door to the elevator with a hand.
"Click, clack; click, clack.." is heard, as I walk over the floor, all the way up to the indicated elevator, where Ellie the Waitress is waiting for me.
As I am reaching the door, to the elevator, I am lifting up my hand, extending the palm of the hand onto the plaque. I spread my fingers, and the twin-doors are sliding up before me; granting me entrance to the elevator, Ellie's domain.
I step into the room and the doors quietly slide shut behind me, just as I had cleared the threshold.
"Greetings, Pinkie!" Ellie exclaims; "I am Ellie the waitress, the pilot of the elevator; taking you up to your suite, and to any other floor you may request going to!" she then introduces herself.
"Greetings, Ellie.." I respond; "Right now, I want to get to my suit; for a moment of relaxation, while I am waiting for a friend!" I explain.
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"Okay, this is your stop.." Ellie chimes, as the elevator is stopping at my floor.
"Thank you, Ellie!" I respond.
The doors slide up, just as she is stopping at my floor; I step out, and the doors slide shut behind me.
"Click, clack; click, clack.." is heard, as I walk along the hall, all the way up to the door to my suite.
I am lifting my right hand, gently pressing the palm onto the plaque; spreading my fingers wide, in order to open the door. I step into the room, and the door is sliding shut behind me.
The floor had been laid with the white oak-wood, just as the walls had been laid with linden-wood and a four foot pink Cherry-wood picket fence. The ceiling is coated with a mate, black Silicone; holding the pin-prick LED stars in place in my night sky.
The light in my cloaking-room had been dim, before I had entered the room; but as I open the door, it grows brighter and is as bright as the day, as the door had slid shut behind me.
"So bright, and welcoming.." I breathe, as I am walking over the floor.
I have a shoe-rack, a jacket-hanger and a hat-rack on the wall opposing the door out of my suit.
At first, it had appeared to be empty, but now I have a pair of Crescent Moon boots in my size and a pair of matching metallic bloody red shoes. Aside from a pair of crystal-clear indoors shoes.
I unzip my jacket, depositing it on the jacket-hanger, before I am stepping out of my bright pink high heels.
For now, I leave these boots, where I had found them; approaching the door to my living room. I am lifting up my right hand, gently extending the palm of my hand onto the plaque, spreading my fingers, opening the door.
I step into the living room, the door sliding shut behind me as I had stepped into the room.
The room is in the same style as the cloaking room, I notice; this seems to be the general theme, of this floor. To be correct; this is the theme, of the guest floors; not just my room or floor.
I notice a cinematic sofa, along the short wall on my right, clad in glistering black, smooth Silicone. Opposing the sofa, the full screen television set is covering the entire wall; from floor to ceiling and from right to left. Not an inch of wall visible beside, over or under the screen.
There is a door to the balcony, before me; just as there is a four foot wide window on the right and left of the door. Eight foot above the floor, there is a balcony; holding three doors to the bed rooms on the right and left. Just as there is a door and two windows to a second floor balcony; there is also a girls' room and a shower behind me on the second floor. The third and fourth floor is holding the same facilities as the second floor.
The wall behind me is covered with a single set of book cases, divided into three foot wide sections with the door to the cloaking room in the middle.
"Sweet.." I exclaim.
"Before I am checking out anything more, I will have to have something to drink.." I ponder, as I am walking up to the sofa, sitting down in the center seat before the door on the middle of the wall.
I gracefully plop down, leaning back and relax; before I pull up the cover of the right armrest, exposing the preferred beverage. I have two lines of bottles of Sparkle Cola, accepting the first in the line of four bottles; uncapping the bottle, before I take a good sip.
Sip by sip, I am enjoying my fizzy beverage, only putting down the bottle between swigs.
Once I had finished my Cola, I put the cap back on, placing the bottle in the cup before the armrest, standing up. I walk to the door, lifting up my right hand; extending the palm onto the plaque; spreading my fingers wide, only for the door to slide up before me. I step into the room, only for the door to slide shut behind me; once I had cleared the threshold.
Scanning the interior, I notice the doors to the girl's room and shower on the one side; then the room intended for the room Service, aside from the elevator at the end of the hall.
I walk by the other rooms, only to stop at the door to the elevator; lifting my right hand, extending the palm of my hand. I gently press down and spread my fingers, watching the door sliding up before me; stepping in, before the door slides shut behind me. I opt for the first floor, and the elevator starts to move up; stopping at the next floor and the door slides up, I step out and the door slides shut behind me.
Once I had stepped out of the elevator, I choose the right path; walking up to the door to the first bed room, lifting up my right hand, gently pressing my extended hand onto the plaque; spreading my fingers to open the door, stepping inside.
I have my bed on the right, with the night-stand by the pillow. At the foot end, on the far side; I have the two wardrobes, with two doors for each wardrobe. Now I am walking up to the wardrobe, opening the door to the right wardrobe, scanning the interior, to see what I have to choose from.
"Daytime wear, in pink!" I exclaim, as I am examining the garments before me.
With the wardrobe wide open before me, I pull the top up over my head; placing it onto the floor, of the wardrobe. Lifting my hands up to my hips, slipping the skirt down; kicking it up, only to place it on the top.
Now I place my hands on my hips, slipping my panties down; kicking them up; placing these onto the pile of clothes on the floor of my wardrobe.
I lift up y right foot, pulling the sock of off my foot; depositing it onto the pile of clothes, before I repeat the process with the left sock. With that, I am stark naked, nude, where I stand alone before my wardrobe.
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I select a pair of panties, extracting them from the hanger within my wardrobe; lifting my right and left foot in turn, stepping into my panties and pull them all the way up over my hips.
I enjoy the fluid elasticity and the smooth pink Silicone the garment had been crafted out of. Only affording my panties a few tentative tugs in order to acquire that ever so elusive perfect fit: once, twice and thrice.
"There, this does feel good.." I mouth; "just as comfortably, as I had originally envisioned them to be!" I conclude.
Since I am already wearing my panties, I extract a top, slipping it down over my head; affording it a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice.
I pick a pair of full-length gloves, slipping my right hand into the first; puling it all the way up to my armpit, affording it a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice. Only to repeat the process, slipping on the left glove in turn.
Now I am selecting a pair of full-length toe-stockings; lifting up my right foot and slipping it into the stocking; pulling it all the way up, feeling it contract amorously around my leg and finally guiding my toes into place. Affording the stocking a few tentative tugs, on order to acquire the perfect fit: once, twice and thrice; only to repeat the process, slipping my left foot into the second stocking as I had placed the right foot firmly onto the floor and lifting the left foot up.
"There.." I exclaim, triumphantly; as I had changed into the new, comfortable ensemble; "just as beautiful as I had expected from Rarity, quite complimentary and effeminate, if I can say so myself!" I conclude, with a sly snicker.
Since I had dressed up, I take a step back; closing the wardrobe behind me, before I am turning back and walk up to the door out of my bed room.
Author's Note
Ms. Rarity's POV
The Sunny Side Cafe: 3
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She had suggested a date, at a new cafe, and I had accepted; with Pinkie Pie, you never know. However, she had promised it would be enjoyable.
The weather forecast had been grim; but was offering enough time for me to step in, at the Royal Twilight in.
Once inside, the weather is no longer of consequence.
"Click, clack; click, clack.." is heard, as I am walking over the polished black marble floor.
"Do you by chance have a reservation, Miss?" the girl at the counter inquires.
"Yes, as a matter of fact; Love Fest.." I respond.
"Oh, you are with Miss Diane Pie, at the top floor?" she inquires.
"Yes, Diane Pie; at the top floor.." I respond.
"Place the palm of your hand on the plaque.." she offers; "and just spread your fingers wide, for confirmation!" she concludes.
"Thank you!" I respond, as I am complying.
"Take the elevator on my right.." she chimes, indicating the direction with her right hand.
"Thank you.." I respond, walking over to the elevator.
"Click, clack; click, clack.." is heard, as I am walking over to the elevator.
I stop by the door, lifting up my right hand, extending the palm of my hand gently onto the plaque and feel the inherent warmth; spreading my fingers wide, in order to open the door.
"Greetings, Miss Rarity!" Ellie exclaims, as I am stepping over the threshold; "I am Ellie the Waitress, I pilot the elevator!" she then presents herself.
"Greetings, Ellie!" I respond.
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"This is your floor, Miss Rarity; I hope you will be enjoying your stay!" she offers, just as the elevator stops and the twin sliding doors are sliding up before me.
"Thank you, Ellie; I intend to, rest assured!" I respond, as I step out of the elevator.
"Click, clack; click, clack.." is heard, as I am walking from the elevator to the door of my suite.
As I reach my door I stop and lift up my right hand; extending the palm and press it onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide to open the door and step right in. It feels like coming home, and not just because I can step into the room without knocking or even a physical key. Apparently, they're not followers of keys physical or otherwise; their security is flawless and elegant, without a chance of anyone breaking in.
The door quietly slides shut behind me without as much as the slightest little noise of a hint, as I had stepped in; leaving me alone in the elegant cloaking room, with only Diane's jacket and heels indicating she is actually in.
Had it been Nightmare Nigh, Halloween or something to the effect; I would have been expecting the red fish-eye indicating HAL 9000 or something just as sinister and evil lurking and controlling the suite. However, even if it is in the midst of Fall, it's not that date right now; not even the right week, possibly even the months as fart as I know.
With the door closed behind me, I am stepping up to the shoe rack; stopping to slip out of my elegant heels and slipping out of the jacket I had been wearing, while I walked up to the Royal Twilight Inn.
"What an appropriate name for the hotel, even if Twilight may have been behind its conception!" I ponder, as I am walking over to the door to the living room.
Since I had slipped out of the heels and jacket, I walk over to the door to the living room; lifting up my right hand and extend the palm up to the plaque, only to spread my fingers wide and the door eagerly slides up elegantly before me. I step into the room, and the door slides shut behind me just as I had cleared the threshold; then I continue towards the sofa before me, where I can see Pinkie Pie sitting in her own pink ensemble.
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"Greetings, Pinkie!" I exclaim.
"Greetings, Rarity!" she responds, with a wide grin on her lips.
"Such an elegant place, you found here; you really did outdo yourself, Pinkie!" I continue, complimenting her on the style of the suite she had chosen for us.
"Stylish, yes; I'd have to admit.." she responds with a snicker; "But alas, why not change into something more comfortable; then we can go out, and share a cup of tea together!" she continues.
"A cup of tea, would be nice.." I respond; "go out?" I inquire; "something more comfortable?" I inquire.
"I know, what the weather is like outside; downstairs, but we are not going there.." she explains; "I was hoping you would offering me the pleasure, of showing you the Sunny Side Cafe; it's topside, and we are already a mile up.." she explains.
"The Sunny Side Cafe, it does sound interesting; almost like one of these Pegasus establishments, where they physically chase the clouds away for a perfect spot in the sun!" I suggest.
"I guess it would appear, that way; but we have a physical structure under our feet, all the way down to the ground!" she points out; "Comforting and tangible to a fault, if I could say so myself.."but before we go out; can I tempt you, to try out an ensemble on the house?" she suggests.
"I am here to enjoy myself, in your company; so I will try out what you are proposing, before I voice my concerns!" I respond.
"Right this way, please!" she offers, as she is raising to her feet; leading me to the bed room.
As I am following her, she only stops before the door and raise her right hand; extending her palm onto the plaque and presses it down gently before me, spreading her fingers wide to open the door. She is stepping into the next room behind the sofa with me in tow, the door is closing quietly behind me; just as I had cleared the threshold, and she is stepping up to the first bed room on the left.
"This is your room, while you are here; open the door and I follow you in, helping you if you need anything!" she is explaining, offering herself.
"Thank you, Dear.." I pronounce, as I am lifting up my right hand and extend the palm of the hand gently onto the plaque; feeling the inherent warmth of the divice as I am spreading my fingers wide to open the door, stepping in with Pinkie in tow, the door sliding shut behind her as she had cleared the threshold.
"Okay, that was easy.." I ponder, as I am stepping up to the doors of the wardrobe she had indicated.
"You are quite welcome, Rarity!" she exclaims, with a joyous snicker on her voice.
"Of course; she is Pinkie Pie, after all.." I ponder.
"Yes, I am.." she just exclaims, grinning.
With that, I am opening the door to my wardrobe; scanning its interior, for what she had suggested I should be wearing.
"Wait, these are all my designs." I mouth, snickering; "Elegant to the last, even if the daytime wears are all pink!" I continue.
"Don't worry, I'm the only one in the room with you; but if you or we would need anything, I could always call for the Room Service to deal with any issue coming up.." she points out; "Though we do have a Maid on call, twenty four seven; all day, and every day!" she then explains.
"Wait, we have a Maid?" I inquire.
"Yes, exactly; but she is wearing black, just as a traditional Maid is supposed to.." she offers.
"You mean to say, that the Maid's uniform is black?" I inquire.
"Yes, silly.." she responds; "glistering black, sparkling and pretty!" she concludes.
"So I can identify the staff's position by the colour of the uniform?" I inquire; "the receptionist is wearing red and Ellie the Waitress is wearing Silver Metallic!" I ponder.
"The Portier is wearing blue, and I am wearing Pink!" she supplies, snickering.
"Oh, but of course you are; what other colour, would you possibly wear!" I mouth, as I am examining my options.
I am unbuttoning my blouse, before I am slipping it off of me; considering where to hang it, before I am giving up the hopeless endeavour. In the end, I just leave the expensive blouse on the floor of my wardrobe.
Now I am slipping the skirt down, kicking it up; catching it, only to place it onto the top with practiced ease. Lifting my right foot, pulling the sock off of the foot; placing the sock onto the pile, as I am putting my foot back down onto the floor and repeat the process with the left sock.
I slip the panties down and kick them up, catching them only to place them onto the pile; pulling my brassiere up over my head, only to place it onto the top of the pile.
"There, now you can finally slip into something more comfortable.." Pinkie exclaims, ecstatic over my liberation; not sure why, but it is Pinkie Pie.
I find a pair of pink panties matching Pinkies, lifting my right foot and step into the panties; putting the foot down and lift up my left foot in order to slip the other foot in and pull the panties up. Enjoying the fluid elasticity more than I had dared to hope, constantly expecting half by half that they will rip the next instant. Only to afford the panties a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; in order to ascertain that ever so elusive, perfect fit.
"How's that?" she inquires; you barely feel them?" she then inquires.
"At first, they are a bit tight; even if they are highly elastic, but then the sensations blur out and dissipate like a puff of smoke!" I confess, as I am picking up a matching brassiere.
"So now you have the advantage of protecting your modesty, without the impediment of wearing clothes?" she inquires.
"I guess you could put it like that, considering you still are Pinkie!" I snicker.
I pull the garment down over my head, feeling it slide over my pristine white skin with ease. Quite eagerly, I might add.
Once I had afforded the brassiere a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; I am extracting a pair of full-length, toe-stockings in a matching and quite complimentary design. Lifting up my right foot, slipping the foot in; pulling it all the way down, only to feel the material eagerly guide my toes into place and I set the foot down onto the floor. Now I am repeating the process, slipping the left stocking on.
"The skin-tone lighter pink, but with a hint of natural gloss and shimmering glitter?" she observes.
"Yes, Pinkie; you know me, I can't pass up an opportunity put on just a hint of flare and pazazz!" I respond, while selecting a pair of matching full-length gloves for me to wear.
Of course, they have nothing less than the full-length for either stockings or gloves; just as they have nothing less, than the complimentary or the toe-variant for the stockings. Almost, as if these had been part of a highly fine-carved doll; just in the natural full-size I can wear.
"I can even see my toes, through the stockings if I look down; even if something makes me think, my toes and nails are more sophisticated than they were before I put these stockings on?" I mouth, mouth agape; considering the seemingly impossible, just to accept it on the account of Pinkie Pie.
After all, when Pinkie Pie is in the room; the limits of possibility and probability seems not to accept the limits of ordinary physics or even sophisticated magic applications. Almost, but not quite as if she had been a disciple of Discord's Chaos; but sticking out just enough to make the point, not even this is holding her down.
Every time, I think I have her figured out; she is doing something unexpected, sidestepping my expectations of her and what is possible or likely to be.
Since I had selected a pair of gloves for myself, I am extracting them from within the wardrobe; where they had been hanging, readily available for me to pick out of the selection. I slip my right hand into the glove, feeling it amorously contract eagerly around my hand and arm; as I am pulling it all the way up, then the material is leading my fingers into a comfortable fit. I just afford the glove a few tentative tugs, in order to ascertain that ever so elusive perfect fit: once, twice and thrice; before I am repeating the process of slipping the left glove on.
As I am letting go of the left glove, I am completely covered in the brightly pink Silicone, from the neck down, with only a hand's breath of a midriff. Almost, as if I had been wearing a perfectly elegant Cat-suit; even if this suit came in six separate components.
However, it still feels comfortable; even if it leaves me, with a sense of being nude. Almost, but enough for me to find uncomfortable; if I were to go out, in the public.
"Before I can go out, in public; I will need a few more articles, to put on.." I point out; "Maybe you could put on a skirt, while I am finishing up here?" I inquire.
"Okeley, dokeley.." she responds, and she vanishes in a flash; leaving me to select the garments alone, but I know she is back in a moment.
"This does look promising!" I exclaim; as my eyes fall upon a deep pink and high gloss, knee-length skirt with semi-translucent frills on my hips.
With a flourish, I am extracting the skirt; stepping into it right and left, before I am pulling it all the way up in a single fluid motion. Only affording the garment a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.
"There, that's better; much better, even if this particular design is a bit peculiar for me!" I ponder, just as my attention returns to the inside of the wardrobe in search of the next garment.
It isn't so much, that I wanted the privacy or being alone; but I felt it more efficient for her to dress up for the event, while I put on, what I felt I need to wear to wear on the date. If it is actually a date, as such; but it still feels like one, going out with just the one friend like this.
"If you had been wearing a matching mask or hood, you could pass for a Latex Pony.." I hear the voice of Pinkie, even if I am fairly sure it is only in my head.
"Should I put on that hood?" I inquire, as if I had been expecting her to respond or confirm what I was considering.
With that, I am snatching the item; pulling it down onto my head, only to find myself biting down on the inch long tube slipping into my mouth in the process. Naturally, the lips are a deep, bright cerise with gloss and glitter as if I had been applying a lip-gloss matching my pink persona I had just put on. Furthermore, I notice the silver metallic eye shadows and inch long eye-lashes with deep, metallic black mascara put on.
I wink at my reflection; as if I had been flirting with the girl, on the other side of the glass before me.
As I can see her winking back at me, I shake my head; noticing the style of her coiffure, which includes a thick, tight braid all the way down her spine and bangs befitting a Unicorn like Twilight. Just in a deep, bright cerise more befitting Pinkie Pie, of course.
"They did take some interesting liberties with my designs.." I ponder, smiling at my reflection, as if it had been my companion stylist.
Well, maybe she is, in a weird sense of Pinkie sensibilities?
"Almost done, but you do need one more thing.." she responds, with an emphatic nod; "that short blouse-jacket should be just right, for you!" she then concludes.
"Oh, thank you, Dear!" I respond, as I am extracting the garment she had just been pointing out for me to wear.
With the jacket in hand, I slip my right hand in through the sleeve; before I pull it all the way through and slip my left hand in. Once I pulled my hands through the sleeves, I zip it up; leaving me with a tight fit and the effect of pretty, stylish buttons along the front.
"Curious.." I ponder, just as Pinkie is stepping into the room.
"Great timing, I was just finishing up.." I coo; "Sorry, Darling; I am about to be late for my date, maybe I will see you later, tonight?" I offer the reflection, in a manner of apology.
Strangely enough, she is blatantly ignoring my antics; guess I prefer it, but you never know.
"I took the liberty, of booking a table for the two of us.." she informs me, in a jovial tone.
"Okay?" I respond, "lead the way, please!" I coo.
"Right this way, please!" she just coos, as I follow her out the door.
She is lifting her right hand and extends the palm of her hand onto the plaque, spreading her fingers to open the door; stepping out of the room with me in tow, only for the door to slide shut behind me as I clear the threshold.
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Once small detail; you don't want to go out barefoot, pick something fitting?" she offers, indicating a set of heel-less lining the top-level of the shoe-rack. Our heels we wore as we came, relegated to the lower level an inch above the floor.
I pick a pair of cervine Crescent Moon boots, watching her mirroring my choice; slipping my bare feet into the right and left boot, in the same manner I had slipped into the stockings only minutes prior. While I am donning the boots, she is mirroring my choice and motion; and we soon find ourselves standing on the metallic bloody red cervine cloven hooves.
"While I guess you could go out now; but I would recommend you pick a tiara, just for the occasion.." she points out, snatching one with a pair of pretty giraffe ears and horns on top.
"Oh, dear.." I snicker; "I guess I should have been expecting you, to choose that one?" I inquire, as I choose a cervine tiara and slip it on.
"Yes, you should.." she merely intones, in a deeply and disturbingly ominous tone of voice, before she starts snickering hysterically.
I just swivel my ears, nervously; but then, she is collecting herself and open the door for the both of us.
She is stepping out, with me in tow; before she trots off towards the elevator, where Ellie is awaiting us.
"Clip, clop; clip, clop.." is heard, as we trot over to the door at the far end of the hall.
Naturally, the door had dutifully closed behind us; before I had the time to consider, as if it had been asked to.