Author's Note

Pass: Author

Ms. May Sly's POV

• Previous Chapter: Heads or Tails - Next Chapter: Room Service

Twins Interplay: 2

<--- --- --->

Heads or Tails

<--- --- --->

.

I had opened the door, to our shared suite; my sister had followed me in, into our cloaking room.
The floor is laid with a white oak-wood parquet, just as the impression of our floor had been indicating.

The walls are laid with elder Linden-wood panel and covered with the four foot tall, pink Cherry-wood picket-fence with a handrail along the wall.

Mate black Silicone is coating the ceiling, holding the pin-prick LED night sky lighting the room in which I stand.

There is a shoe-rack, a jacket hanger and a hat-rack before me; each currently completely empty and void, on the account of us just entering the suite for the first time.

“Consistently stylish..” she mouths, in awe of the accommodations she had just stepped into.

“Stylish enough, to carry the name of Royal Twilight Inn..” I agree, taken aback by what I had just stepped into.

“Are you sure, we entered the right suite?” she inquires.

“Since the door permitted us entrance, I am fairly sure of it..” I respond, giggling.

“If the security is as safe as implied, going by the implications of the Bio-metric system; I can’t pin it down to a clerical error, on the account of the girl at the desk!” she offers.

“I’m going to run with it, for now; on the account on it being too late, to bother them with a reassignment..” I suggest; “I am a bit too tired, to wait for them to go through all the routines they may have in the matter!” I conclude.

“Ah, yeah..” she responds; “I guess it is a bit late..” she concludes.

Of course, I had unzipped my jacket and hung it up; just as my sister had. Likewise, I had stepped out of my heels, depositing them on the shoe-rack.

“I want to make sure, I know where the respective facilities are; just in case, if I need them late at night...” I mumble, as I am stepping up to the door to the living room.

“Yeah, that would be embarrassing..” she agrees “if you were to have an accident; on the account of failing to find it in the middle of the night, or trip on the account of not being familiar with your surroundings!” she agrees.

I raise my right hand and extend the palm onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door; stepping into the living room with my sister in tow, only for the door to slide shut behind her the moment she had cleared the threshold.

“Are we aboard the Enterprise?” she mouths, half by half as a joke.

“Now, that would have been cool..” I suggest.

“Just that this door is quieter, and require you to actively control the door..” she offers.

“Yeah..” I mumble.

I have a three seated cinematic sofa, clad with mate black Silicone and a sofa table on my right. On the opposing wall, I have the full screen television covering the entire wall. The screen is currently not active, thus glossy black.

“Whoa..” I exclaim, my sister chorusing.

At first, the sofa looks as if it had been leather, which it is in fact not. If this is a full screen televission, that is shocking me to the core. I had never even heard of such flashy systems were even produced as experimental units. The only reference, being the view screen on the bridge of the Enterprise.

“Wonder if they have a snacks’ compartment on the sofa?” she inquires, as we are walking up towards the sofa.

“Let us see; the only way to know, is to check it..” I mumble.

As I pull at the first of the armrest pads, I find a set of Sparkle Cola; arranged in two rows of three bottles each, fully stocked with cool beverage.

“Apparently, we do have the Cola stacked up!” I exclaim.

She is stepping up to the other side, reaching for the other armrest; in order to examine its content, just to notice there are several small bags of peanuts and potato chips.

“I guess we are set, for a movie marathon..” she points out, as she is closing the department.

“If they have any films, we want to see; we could check that out, tomorrow morning?” I offer.

“Yes, I guess we could..” she responds; “but, maybe we could take the time to try the Cola; on our way to bed, before we change into the night garbs?” she continues.

“Sure, grab a pair; before we go, so we can have a sip!” I agree!

For now, I forgo the examination of the balcony. While I had noticed the book cases covering the entire wall facing the door out to the balcony.

I walk up to the next door behind the sofa, while she is extracting the promised Cola on her way to the door behind me; I lift up my right hand and extend the palm of the hand onto the plaque; spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door. She follows me out, into the next room behind the sofa; where I can see the doors to the girls’ room and shower respectively. There is also a flight of stairs up to the second floor; where the bed rooms are located. Beside the four bed rooms, we do have a girls’ room and a shower as well.

“If I need to go, I will not need to stumble down an entire flight of stairs!” she mumbles, upon the discovery.

“No, I guess you don’t; just as I don’t need to stumble an entire flight of stairs, up to the girls’ room when I need to go..” I acknowledge.

She uncap the first of the two bottles, handing it over to me; before she is uncapping the second, taking her first sip.

“Aaah..” she mouths, as she pulls the bottle from her mouth after the first sip.

“Aaah..” I echo, a moment later.

I step up to the girls’ room and lift up my right hand and extend the palm of the hand onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door; before I am looking into the room with my sister peaking in behind me, examining what we have.

“At least, it is not a squat..” she mumbles.

While this design feels a bit outlandish, but it will at least be fairly easy to operate. I step into the room, with my sister standing in the doorway; I step up, examining the utility closer. I find a silicone-white foot-pad upon which to stand; and the utility itself unfolds between my legs and aligns with my orifices, ready to relieve me.

“I will have to pull my panties down, and step up onto that pad..” I ponder; “but, do I have to actively align the tubes with my orifices?” I consider, only too tired to consider it further.

As I turn back, from the girls’ room, she takes a step back; before I step out of the room and the door slides shut behind me.

“Aside from the utility, and the lack of an actual toilet; the room is straightforwards, and looks simple enough to use..” she offers.

“Yes, there is that..” I respond.

“Since we have four rooms, I guess we can have our own rooms?” she inquires.

“Yes, I guess we could; but we could as well examine the wardrobe together, assuming they’re the same..” I ponder, mouthing the words.

“Yes, I guess we could..” she responds, as she is following me to the first door.

I lift up my right hand and extend the palm of the hand onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door; I step in with my sister in tow, only for the door to slide shut behind her as she had cleared the threshold.

“Night-wear on the right, daytime-wears on the left?” she suggests, as I open the twin doors to the wardrobe.

“Metallic bloody red..” I observe; “this would be the night-wear..” I conclude; extracting two pairs of panties, throwing them onto the bed behind me as she is watching.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Plug and Play” the subtitle reads; “G Cup” the second subtitle reads.

“These does look exciting, or possibly a bit too exciting to sleep in?” she suggests; “but I guess, I’m too tired to look closer..” she concludes, stifling a yawn.

“Let’s just disrobe, and step into them..” I suggest; “and you can go to your room, so we can go to bed?” I mumble.

“Yes, of course..” she responds.

I pull my shirt up over my head, dumping it onto the floor of the wardrobe; she mirror my action, leaving her skirt on the other side of the wardrobe. I slip the skirt down, kicking it up; unceremoniously dumping it onto the shirt. Now I slip my panties down, kicking them up and place them onto the pile; before I pull my brassiere up over my head, only to leave it onto the pile.

I lift up my right foot, pulling the sock off of my foot and leave it onto the top of the pile. Repeating the process, leaving the left sock onto the pile.

“There, finally; nude at last, so I can slip into something more comfortable to sleep in..” I exclaim.

“Me too..” she responds, as she picks up the panties; stepping into them right and left, pulling them all the way up and affords them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“My turn to choose?” she inquires, offering me to stand back.

“Oh, okay..” I respond.

She is picking a top for herself, and an identical one for me; handing me the second top, as she pulls hers down over her head. Affording the garment a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

I feel the liquid elasticity of the garment; as it contracts around my body, eagerly swallowing me. It looks, almost as if it had been painted on: metallic bloody red, glistering in the light of the room.

“Rarity” the label reads; “A Cup - Squishy Firm -Teeny Joy” the subtitle reads; ” Plug and Play - Hard - E Cup” the second subtitle reads.

While I am watching her, I turn back to the wardrobe; extracting a pair of full-length toe-stockings; handing her a second pair to try on.

“Thanks..” she mouths; “I had not expected them to offer us full-length toe-stockings!” she exclaims.

“Me neither..” I respond.

I lift up my right foot, slipping the foot all the way down; pulling the stocking up to my crouch, affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. Putting the right foot down; lifting the left foot, in order to repeat the process.

“I barely feel them on..” she mouths, in excitement and surprise.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Full-length Toe-stockings” the subtitle reads; “Equine - Ultimate Strength Suction Hoof” the second subtitle reads.

Before I realize it, she had picked a pair of matching gloves for herself and a pair for me; repeating the process of slipping the gloves on, and I accept the offered garments, slipping them on without a thought.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Full-length Finger-gloves” the subtitle reads; “Equine - Ultimate Strength Suction Hoof” the second subtitle reads.

A curious choice, but she had made it without realizing what she had picked; on the account of it being late, and the gloves does match the stockings she had just chosen for the two of us. Maybe they came in a set, on the account of matching for hands and feet, resulting in matching hooves by tomorrow.

“If I may..” I inquire; “Yes, you can pick the next if you like..” she responds.

Since the ensemble is covering most all my skin save the midriff and my head, there is very little left to choose from. I and up picking a hood, just to pick something. Maybe I should have left this alone; but I could not help myself, offering her a matching garment to go. I pull the hood down over my head, ignoring the silver metallic inner surface of the chosen hood; only to watch my sister accepting the offered hood, slipping it on with little to no effort on her part. Of course, the hood is just as eager as she or I; so it is swallowing her head, just as easily as the other had swallowed mine a mere moment earlier.

“Rarity” the title reads; “Equine - Unicorn” the subtitle reads; “E Cup - Elastic and Squishy - Plug and Play” the second subtitle reads.

“These feel so smooth, I know I will love wearing them all night; but I am starting to feel a bit strange, if it is the suit or just the room?” she inquires.

“Yes, the ensemble does feel very comfortable; almost as if I had been nude, even if the colour makes it impossible..” I respond.

“I think it is time, I go to bed.” she responds; Sleep tight, and sweet dreams!” she responds.

“Sleep tight, and sweet dreams..” I respond; “See you tomorrow, Sis!” I conclude.

“See you, tomorrow..” she mumbles, as she is walking over to the door.

I close the doors to the wardrobe, hiding the mess we left on the floor; she is lifting her right hand and extends the palm of the hand onto the plaque, spreading her fingers in order to open the door for herself. I watch as she is stepping out and the door quietly slides shut behind her.

The sheet in my bed is a glistering black Silicone; covered by the crystal-clear, Pi inch thick quilt. I had apparently chosen Twilight’s room; based on the star symbol on the top of my quilt. Just the large, red star over an identical white star; with the six diminutive stars, surrounding the large star in the middle. There are another mark to the right and left respectively, a foot from the first, then another one a foot from the second.

I fold up the corner of the quilt against the wall, before I step up onto the bed; slipping my feet in under the quilt and fold it back over myself as I am lying down. As I lay my head onto the pillow, closing my eyes; I find myself slipping into a comfortable slumber, as I am falling asleep.

<--- --- --->

Room Service

<--- --- --->