Pinkie Pie's Changing Booth at Rarity's Boutique

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Prologue

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I had just entered Rarity’s boutique, walking around in the room; browsing her wears, in the hopes of finding something special that just spoke to me. You know, the item that just clicked, with you; the one item you just had to have, in order to complete your person.

Well, at first; I really found nothing, prepared to face Rarity in order to ask her for some advice. At first, that is; then I stumble into the ‘Changing Booth’ in the back of the store.

At first, I had seen little more than the frame; with some manner of privacy screen, preventing others to see me inside as I try out the latest garment.

As I move closer, I soon notice; it had just been mounted directly onto what appears to be a thin wall, leading nowhere. Just as when I peak inside, I still see what appears to be quite the spacious room inside.

“Maybe I should be looking inside, just to see what she had had installed here, all the way in the back of her boutique?” I ponder; “or, I could ask her about it!” I put forth.

With that, I end up stepping right into the changing booth; before I have more time, procrastinating. No time like the present, and I most certainly do have no time for procrastinating right now. I’m not even in the mood for it, right now. (As if I ever were in the mood for procrastinating, in the first place.)

At first, there is nothing to it; but then I realize that I am perfectly nude, with all the clothes I wore hanging on the left wall. Strange. How did this even happen?

On my right, I find a large screen, with images and text; waiting for me to explore. The image squarely up in the center, is an outline of me, my figure. (I can clearly see, that this is an image of me; even if it is only an outline.)

“Individual garments” I read; “Ensemble” the next header reads; “Costume” the third header reads; “Other – Please specify” the final header supplies.

“Maybe, just maybe; I should be trying out a costume..” I ponder, giggling.

“Theatre” the first option reads; “Mascot” the second option reads; “Suit” the third option reads; “Furry” the third option reads; “Role Play” the fourth option reads; “Uniform” the fifth option reads; “Pet” the sixth option reads; "Dungeon” the seventh option reads; “Other - Please specify!” the eighth option reads.

“Maybe I should be going, with the Pet option?” I inquire, pushing the option on the screen.

“Leather” the first option reads; “Latex” the second option reads; “Rubber” the third option reads; “Silicone” the fourth option reads; “Plastic/Polymer-fiber” the fifth option reads; “Other – Please specify!” the final option reads. (These are her very Personal reasons, for the Choice she made; it’s by no means intended, to judge anyone who would have made a different choice here!)

“I don’t like Leather and I am allergic to Latex and Rubber..” I ponder; "maybe I could go with the Silicone, option..” I continue; “because I don’t quite like the sound of Plastic either..” I continue; “it just feels so artificial and dead, to me!” I conclude.

With that, I click on the “Silicone” option, waiting for the next option to choose.

“House Pet” the first option reads; “Domesticated Work Animal” the second option reads; “Wild” the third option reads, “Beast” the fourth option reads; “Fantasy” the fifth option reads; “Other – Please specify!” the final option reads.

I click on the option; “House Pet” and type “Cat” in the field intended to specify which house pet I was desiring.

“Pet” the first option reads; “Anthropomorphic” the second option reads; “Cat Girl” the third option reads; "Layered Playful Cat Suit!” the fourth option reads; “Neko” the final option reads.

I click the option; “Layered Playful Cat Suit”. (I just feel like being a bit playful, right now; thus this option simply plays into my hands.) (Or, is it paws here?)

“Selection complete!” I hear, while I can read it on the screen before me.

“Time to try the suit on: ‘Layered Playful Cat Suit’, press the button, in order to initiate!” the voice announces, as I read the text on the screen.

I press the button, a moment later, just as it had started to flash in green. The next moment, I am offered a pair of skin-tight glistering black panties with a hint of glitter to them.

I eagerly accept the proffered panties; stepping into them left and right, before I am pulling them all the way up. I soon feel the liquid elasticity, as I am pulling the panties up over my knees.

I only afford the panties a few tentative tugs, in order to achieve the ever-so elusive perfect fit: once, twice and thrice. As I am finally letting go of the panties, they slowly start to melt into my skin and fuse with my flesh; before I had even realized it. This is, when I am receiving the matching top. "B Cup"; it is marked. (No other labels or subtitles.)

As I am accepting the proffered garment, I slip it down over my head; only to once more find myself exposed to its liquid elasticity, making it only too easy to slip the top on as intended.

Now I look up, only to notice how the outline of my figure has started to take on definition, based on the Panties and top I had slipped on. (How curious.)

What I had not noticed, is the Anal and Vaginal tube inserting themselves in their respective orifice; though I also have a tube inserting itself into my belly button, as if it had been an orifice in the first place. (Maybe the tube is ignoring this, pretending it still is a viable orifice; acting as if it had been, forcing my belly button to be one for the duration of its insertion.)

Just as I had experienced the garments’ liquid elasticity, I soon experience how the garments gradually contract around my skin in the process.

“Beeep” is heard, and the button is once more flashing, in order to alert me to the next garment to be offered.

I am eagerly accepting the garment: a full-body Cat Suit, as it were. (This suit is intended to cover my skin, from the neck down.)

After a moment of consideration, I step into the suit with my right foot first; inserting my foot through the entrance in the tight neck, but where else, when it clearly is the only opening. (Oh, well; if this is the only provided option, I am bound to use it unless I am prepared to turn the suit down.) I soon feel the inner surface of the suit, smooth and slippery wet as if it had been lubricated. My foot is slipping in only too easily, as if the suit actively had been assisting me to put the suit on. Or, as if it had been swallowing me whole? As my toes are reaching the crouch of the suit, the suit eagerly guides my foot into the correct opening and further down; all the way down, only for my toes to stop in their respective positions as intended. I pull the suit all the way up to my waist, effortlessly; before I am lifting my left foot up, inserting it into the suit and thus repeat the process. A moment later, I find myself standing on my own two feet with the suit all the way up to my fairly narrow waist.

I pull the suit up a bit further, before I am slipping my right hand in into the suit; slowly slipping the hand all the way down, only to realize that the hand had slipped in into the correct position. I repeat the process of inserting my left hand, raising my hands up towards the ceiling; only for the suit to slide up my chest, all the way up to my chin before I had even realized what was happening.

“Huh?” I exclaim, in a somewhat muffled voice.

The suit is the same black, as the Panties and Top; including the high gloss and glitter covering these garments.

As I am looking at the screen, once more; I can see the effect of the Cat Suit, as the image has taken on more substance than it had before I had slipped into it.

Once more, I can feel the tubes being inserted into my respective orifice: Belly Button, Vagina and Anal in turn. As the tubes insert themselves; I find myself growing wet, exactly as far as the tube had reached at the given instant.

The suit is bonding to my skin, fusing to my flesh in the same instant.

“Beeep” is heard, and the button is once more flashing, in order to alert me to the next garment to be offered.

I am eagerly accepting the garments. The first garment is a Waist Corset in the same material and hue as the previous proffered garments, I had already slipped on.

“How curious!” I ponder, giggling to myself, as I am considering the possible purposes and ramifications implied by the inclusion of such a garment in this ensemble.

Why is a Corset even included, not to mention; actually required, in the first place. On that note; this corset has no strings to be tightened manually, so the suit had to be restrictive in and of itself. (Curious, curious indeed.)

Either way; I step into the garment right and left, before I am pulling it all the way up as I imagine it had been intended to. As I am affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; I feel its effect as it is tightening up around my waist, before it starts to bend me over towards what could only be a quadruped stance. (Well, I had chosen this Cat Suit; maybe I should have been expecting this?)

I feel the distinct effect of my tubes being inserted; before I manage to accept the Neck Corset. Once I had accepted the proffered garment; I pull it down over my head, slowly pulling it all the way down. As the Corset is approaching its intended position; I feel how it is contracting around my neck, lifting my head up to the correct position for the quadruped I am intended to be, as a Cat.

First now; I realize that the top is supporting my breasts, my bust eagerly. Incidentally; I finally notice how it had also adjusted my Nipples; Nibbles to stand up erect, stiff. My Nibbles has become quite sensitive, if and when stimulated by even the slightest touch.

“Oh.. Oh.. Oh..” I breathe, in short but intense gasps; with each touch.

Once I had afforded the Corset a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; it bonds to my skin and fuses with my flesh. Just one small step closer to become the Cat I had given the Changing Booth the impression I desire to become.

“On Screen Commands, only” I read on the screen; it will ignore any Vocal Commands at this stage, how convenient.

“Beeep” is heard, and the button is once more flashing, in order to alert me to the next garment to be offered.

I am eagerly accepting the proffered garments: a pair of full-length toe-stockings in the same black hue, as the suit I am currently wearing. I lift up my right foot, slipping it into the stocking; pulling it down, only for the stocking to swallow it eagerly. I soon find my toes sliding into place, as intended; pulling the stocking all the way up, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. Now I am setting my foot down, momentarily standing on my own two feet; before I am repeating the process, putting the second stocking on.

A pair of matching gloves are presented to me, and I eagerly accept the proffered garments; slipping my right hand into the first glove, pulling it all the way up. I afford the glove a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; before I am repeating the process, slipping my left hand into the second glove.

Once I had finally slipped the last glove on; I soon realize that these garments further impose the stance of the quadruped Cat, the Changing Booth is convinced I desire to become. (Nothing to do about that, now; but slip into the ensemble garment by garment, until I had gone through the process.)

“Ow.. Ow..” I ponder, as I slowly realize what this suit, these garments are doing to me; as I slowly become the Cat, garment by garment.

While my vocal cords still are intact; the tube is muting me, all the same. For the duration, I am mute; incapable of speech, or even vocalize a single tiny little noise. (Of course; there is a reason behind this action; whether it is to prevent me from distracting {disturbing} her customer{s}, or if it is for my personal entertainment as the Cat I had chosen to become)

“As exciting as this is, I hope the process is all but complete..” I ponder; “what more, could she possibly envision to offer me, in order to make my experience (and appearance) as a Cat possibly include?” I question, knowing full well; I should not have posed the question, even before I had followed the question to its natural conclusion. (But to no avail, I had already posed the Question.)

“Beeep” is heard, and the button is once more flashing, in order to alert me to the next garment to be offered.

I am offered yet another garment, this time it is a pair of Panties; only these panties had a five foot long tail, Pi inches in diameter. I know I should have been expecting this; but it still comes as a shock and surprise to me. Just seeing the Panties alone, but I do end up accepting the proffered garment, slipping it on without any fuzz. I afford these panties a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; only for the panties to melt into my body and fuse with my flesh.

Once the process had concluded, the next garment is presented to me; a bright cerise collar, for the Cat I had chosen to become. I end up, slipping the collar down over my head; soon finding it resting comfortably around my neck, just as intended. (Expected)

The next moment, the Collar is fusing to my neck, bonding with my flesh just as intended.

As I am looking at the image before me; I can clearly see the glossy and glittery surface of the Collar around my neck, with a string holding the Cat-Bell jingling merrily. (With every move, the bell will chime in excitement.)

With the Collar on, I can clearly see my entire body as a solid form; with only my head still remaining (largely) an outline.

“What is next?” I inquire; knowing it had to have at least one more garment, for me to put on.

Of course, the transformation is all but complete; what more could I possibly be wishing for, in this position?

“Beeep” is heard, and the button is once more flashing, in order to alert me to the next garment to be offered.

My question is about to be answered, my wish full-filled. I am presented with the Cat mask.

I eagerly accept the proffered offering; looking forwards to the inevitable conclusion.

As I am slipping the creamy cream coloured Silicone Cat mask onto my face, I feel the slippery wetness that is representing the lubrication on the inside of the mask. Naturally; the mask eagerly slides onto and over my face with graceful ease; covering and coating my skin in a fluid motion, until it reaches the outer edges of my face whereupon it is fusing to my skin. Finally bonding to my flesh, completing the process.

As I am looking at the mirror; I can see my face, being that of the Cat my request had originally envisioned.

A pair of large, Emerald Green eyes gazes into my very own eyes in wonder.

I can see my tail behind me; standing proud, as is to be expected.

As the quadruped Cat, I am just as large as I had been before I had entered the Change(l)ing Booth; even if my stance and proportions had been altered and adjusted, in order to make the transformation the utter and total change expected from the description of my choice.

I find it easy, natural; to stand on all fours, moving with the natural grace of the Cat I am right now.

“Meow!” I exclaim, heard by exactly none. (But, so what!)

With a little bit of focus, on my part; and a serious effort, I manage to stand up on my hind paws. I am standing up, the way I am used to. Why shouldn’t I? I am still the very same Girl, I had been born as; even if my body resembles that of the quadruped Cat, the suit is insisting I am.

Could I go out of the booth, and step into the boutique once more. I have to, or else I am forever trapped in the Changing Booth.

Will my clothes follow me, as I am changing back to the girl I am, or will they remain in the Hammer space they were banished to as I entered? Either way, I choose to take the risk (chance); stepping out into the Boutique, once more.

I almost gasp, as I am finding myself standing before the booth; my clothes where they had been, as I entered. All my belongings where they belong, on my person; even if the cost for the suit had been deducted, from my account as I had accepted the presented option.

Could I have turned back, or reversed the process at any time; opting to not become this Cat, I am under my skin.

Either way, I had accepted the proposed offer; the payment is made, I am the Cat under my skin.

While I had reverted fully, I can still feel (sense) my tail wanting to get out. My hands and feet still wants to revert to the Paws they (think) they are; just as I feel an urge, to go down on all fours. Yet, I am still Human, a Girl.

I walk through the boutique; ending up at the counter by the entrance, facing Rarity.

“Hello, Rarity!” I exclaim.

“Hello, Miss Neko!” Rarity responds. (None is reacting, on her words; as if she had just pronounced my name, perfectly normal.)

While I notice it, I opt to let it slide; she had recognized me, without making anything out of it. Well, why should(n’t) she?

“I love the new Changing Booth, you have installed in the back!” I respond.

“Changing Booth?” she inquires, as if she had not been prevy to its installation.

“The one, with all these options..” I suggest; “it made me into a black Cat!” I fill in.

“Ow.. Ow..” Rarity exclaims; “Pinkie must have installed it, back there!” she concludes, giggling.

“Pinkie?” I inquire; “Who is Pinkie?” I inquire.

“Pinkie is one of my friends, from the Canterlot High..” she explains; “Pink complexion, an Canandrum..” she continues; “and the Party Committee girl..” she adds; “the Bestest of all the Bestest of friends!” she finally concludes.

“Oh..” I just exclaim; my mouth forming the Capital ‘OH’, in the process.

“Pinkie is just being Pinkie..” she points out; “the less you think of it, the better..” she concludes; “But, I am still glad you enjoy the Changing Booth she apparently installed!” she puts forth.

“Ah..” I respond; “oh, that girl!” I continue; “She is kind of a Legend, of the Canterlot High, for all the things she pulled off!” I put forth.

“Welcome back..” she offers; “and see you, whenever you choose to look for something new!” she concludes.

“Thank you, Rarity..” I respond; “and see you, next time!” I conclude.

With that, I turn and leave, slowly walking out of her boutique, leaving her to her next customer.

As I had concluded my business at her boutique, I leave; walking out of the store, listening to the bell(e) as it chimes its merry chime.

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Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

Barely used Latex Cat-Suit for Sale

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