Queen Chrysalis' Pony Girl School, for Little Girls

by Kentavritsa

Rating: everyone
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Rarity, Changelings, Science Fiction, Queen Chrysalis, Random, Human, Anthro
Length: 3940

Queen Chrysalis is running a hotel: the Royal Twilight Inn. She had established a school, for little girls at the hotel. As a changeling, she is enforcing the strict dress code. This class: Pony Girl School, as the latest bid.

Queen Chrysalis is running a hotel: the Royal Twilight Inn. Enjoying the position, absorbing all the love directed at her establishment such as she is envisioning it

She had ended up, establishing a School, for little Girls; finding herself more comfortable with the young females attending the school, even if she has no issue with dressing everyone as these little girls.

The dress code is strict, but not just for her pleasure; she desires to maintain the business in a manner that keeps complaints down, just as she had been used to.

As expected, the pajamas can be quite the life-changing experience here.

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Illustrated by: N/A

Written by: Kentavritsa

Edited by: Kentavritsa

Re-edited by: N/A

Aproved: Automated

Rating: Everyone

Status: Incomplete

Password: Password: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

Puns: Intended

Published 2024-08-23 15:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-09-18 07:09:32 UTC

Chrysalis, Queen and CEO: 1

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Summary

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I am the Djinnie;
Fulfilling your dreams,
it's what I do.
Now, be grateful for my gift?

Just don't bother me, with any of the details.
You couldn't comprehend?
It's simple, I made the wish my own,
you're just the Pawn!

I am the Demon;
the Destroyer of worlds.
This is what I do,
complaints only feed my fancy!

Are these diametrical opposites, you say?
As we're one and all the same,
the sides of the same coin!

I am; therefore, you suffer.
Isn't that safe convenience?

I am the Muse;
Creator of all your dreams.
Moaning about your Nightmare?
I haven't even started with you yet!

Should I go on?
As I said, I haven't even started yet.
Isn't that the beauty of the tale.
Considering, you just grew a tail?

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Prologue

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Prologue: 2

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Chrysalis, Queen and CEO

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I had just left the suite of my parents, on my way to the dorm of the school I had opted to attend.

I had stepped into the elevator, only to meet Ellie the Waitress in her customary uniform. That in and of itself, had been no surprise; I had already seen her before, when I had followed my parents to what was to be our suite. Now theirs.

The elevator is going up. Up, up, up up, and up.. The ride seems, never to end. Even if the speed of the ride is frighteningly fast, still accelerating!

It feels, as if I was going to: "the top of the World". That is just a mile up in the sky, the air thin. But alas, that is almost to the point.

Just as smoothly as the ride had begun, it ends; I had barely even noticed it starting or stopping.

“This is your floor; Miss Shi!” Ellie informs me, just before the elevator stops and the doors slide up before me.

“Thank you, Ellie!” I respond, as I am spilling out of the elevator.

With that, I walk down the hall; until I find the door, marked with my name.

“Miss Ji-Ju Shi” I read on my door and the image of my face depicted over the image.

Just as the instructions had explained; I am lifting my right hand and extends the palm towards the plaque, gently pressing the palm of my hand down and spread my fingers to open the door to my home.

The door eagerly slides up, presenting me with the cloaking room; only for the door to slide shut behind me, just as I had cleared the threshold.

“Home, sweet home..” I exclaim, as I am scanning the small room before me.

I can see the shoe-rack on the left side of the door, the jacket hanger hanging just under the hat rack. All in comfortable height.

The glossy and smooth ceramic tails had been coated with a thin layer of crystal-clear squishy silicone. Effectively sucking up the noises, while adding their own distinct squeaky noises; giving me a grip and traction, in any situation.

The wall is laid with white beach-wood, covered with three foot tall pink cherry-wood picket-fence. It’s all very delicate and beautiful, to me. Initially, I barely have words.

On the wall on my right, I can clearly see the door leading to the little Girls’ room and shower respectively.

I initially ignore the facilities, thinking it is just the same as I had been used to; though as I am not in need of it right now, it isn’t exactly a priority to explore.

I had slipped my shoes off, extending the palm of my right hand; spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door, only for the door to quietly slide shut behind me as I had cleared the threshold.

Now I find myself, stepping over the dark oak wood parquet; the overhead light casting reflections in the silicone coating the hard wood had been prepared with.

I have the three seated cinematic sofa on my right, with a sofa table in front of it. The Iridium-plated titanium frame holds up the oval inch thick sapphire glass plate. (Technically, it is crystal clear sapphire!) Facing the sofa, I have the TV; covering the entire wall from floor to ceiling and from wall to wall with no margin. (I can’t help but notice the deep black screen polished to a high gloss finish, in order to enhance the clarity of the image to the limit,)

Behind the sofa, I have a door to a small hall; just as I have a door to the facilities beside the sofa.

I walk up to the sofa, enjoying the form hugging comfort; lent to me by the glistering black silicone hide covering the cushions of the sofa. As I sit down, I lean back and make myself comfortable; before I am opening the armrest, extracting a Sparkle Cola. I open the bottle and take a deep swig; enjoying the cool, fizzy beverage. I take another zip, and another, and another; before I cap the bottle and take it with me as I continue to explore what is now my new home.

On one hand, I have the door to my kitchen, where I have food; ready for me to prepare, at a moment’s notice if and when I so desire. On the opposite wall, I have the door leading to the flight of stairs taking me to the second floor.

Once more, I have the black ceramic tiles, coated with crystal clear silicone. Both on the floor of the hall and on the steps taking me up to the second floor. Had I not seen the suite, my parents live in; I would have been in awe, dumbstruck by the opulent theme of the suite at the dorm I had been assigned. (It isn’t, as if I actually do need anywhere close to this standard for the duration of my stay.. do I?)

Once I reach the second floor, at the end of the flight of stairs; I step out onto the balcony encircling the living room. (Or, sitting room!)

I have two bed rooms on the right, and two on the left. Aside from the bed rooms, I also have a shower and a Little Girl’s room. Well, I guess it is convenient; to have the Little Girl’s room and the shower close to my bed room, just in case. I do not wish to run all the way down, to the facilities in the middle of the night; stumbling through the suite, as I barely am awake enough to see where I am going. (I am not Suicidal!!)

I lift up my right hand and extend the palm of my hand, gently pressing the palm onto the plaque and spread my fingers wide; enjoying the warmth and the warm handshake in the process. The door swiftly slides up before me, granting me access to what is to be my bed room for the night; I could have chosen any of the four rooms, as far as I understand. (Why else, do I have four bed rooms in the first place?)

“I could as well slip out of my clothes now, even if I am not quite ready for bed; leaving the ‘civil’ clothes behind, in order to prepare for the stay!” I ponder, as I am walking up to the wardrobe.

I face the wardrobe, at the foot end of the bed; turning my back on the door, as I am walking past the bed and the bed stand. (Guess what; crystal clear pillow and quilt, who would have thought!)

I had left my parents’ suite in minimal indoors clothes; why bother wearing more, when I had been informed of the school uniform. They implement and enforce strict dress code at the school, much stricter than at the hotel in general. Well, I am used to wearing school uniform, nothing new there. Actually; I would have been shocked, had they not have a school uniform.

I am looking forwards to the school in breathless anticipation; expecting to learn much more, than the pears in the school I had left behind during the vacation. (If only I knew!)

I pull the shirt up over my head, dropping it onto the floor of the wardrobe. Now I am stepping out of the skirt, permitting it to follow the shirt to the floor. No tears from me, here. Why?

With the shirt and skirt on the floor; I pull the top up over my head and slip the panties down; depositing them onto the top of the pile. Only kicking the socks off, leaving them to their fate. Whatever fate they are to face.

The nighttime uniform is metallic bloody red. I extract the panties, strict, tight. Skintight, silicone panties. As I am stepping into the panties, I am inadvertently exposed to the slippery smooth surface; soon to experience the liquid elasticity, making them easy to slip on and make comfortable. (What I had not realized, is that Ellie had scanned my body for all the required measurements; producing the ensemble, making up my pajamas for the night.)

I afford my panties a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; in order to attempt the ever-so elusive perfect fit, for a comfortable sleep.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Pony Girl” the subtitle reads; “First Class” the second subtitle reads.

“Pony Girl?” I ponder, not quite connecting the dots. (Pony Girl implies feminine.)

Either way, this is my nighttime uniform; thus I dutifully slip it on, as I had been instructed to..

Next, I pull the top down over my head; affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. Incidentally; the top and the panties connect seamlessly. (Makes it feel, as if the Bikini had become a one-peace swim suit)

Now I am extracting the full-length tow stockings; stepping into them right and left, pulling them all the way up.

“A sleeve-less cat-suit?” I ponder; giggling to myself, quietly. (Oh, well.)

“Red Hooves” the subtitle reads; “White Socks” the second subtitle reads.

“What does that even mean?” I ponder.

“I guess: I will learn tomorrow, one way or the other!” I conclude.

“Just the gloves..” I ponder, as I am extracting the garments from the interior of the wardrobe; before I am slipping them on, right and left.

I had not realized, been prepared for the quality of the materials or the design of this ensemble; partially taken aback, by the comfort I am exposed to.

“There; almost done, just the one final item remaining!” I ponder; examining the hood I had been offered, as the final piece of my pajamas.

I slip the hood over my head; looking at the interior of the wardrobe; making huge eyes, as I see myself in the mirror covering the entire wardrobe. Only now, the wardrobe is empty; short of the pile, consisting of the clothes I had worn as I entered my bed room.

I can see each and every detail, in the mirror; highlights and shades putting emphasis on every little detail.

Mouth agape, as I explore the visage before me, in the mirror.

“That’s me?” I inquire, half by half in disbelief, and half by half in awe..

“Yes..” a voice from behind is pronouncing; “that is indeed you, in the mirror!” she concludes.

“But, where are my manners?” she inquires; “I am Rarity; the designer of the ensemble you are currently wearing..” she is presenting herself.

I turn around; only to see the white woman before me, critically looking at me with a bright approving smile on her face.

“Oh..” I exclaim, mouth once more agape.

“I am also your guide and chaperone, here at the school!” she explains.

“Oh, okay..” I put forth; “thank you, Rarity!” I conclude.

“I’m here to make you as comfortable as possible, helping you get the most out of the education you opted to partake in!” she puts forth.

“Thank you, Rarity..” I exclaim; “education is very important, critical; an investment in one’s future and well-being, after all!” I supply.

“Indeed, it is!” she agrees; “then you are very invested, in making the utmost of what you have just been offered!” she concludes.

“Yes, but of course!” I confirm.

“If you go to bed, now; you will wake up, bright and early..” she suggests; “you will need a full eight hours of sleep, tonight; so that you can fulfill your promise to yourself!” she explains.

“Okay; thank you, Rarity!” I respond.

“Sleep tight, and sweet dreams: Miss Ji-Ju Shi!” she responds.

“Sleep tight, and sweet dreams; Miss Rarity!” I respond, turning my focus towards the bed.

Rarity is stepping out of the room; out of sight, out of mind.

I fold a corner of the quilt up against the wall, slipping my bare feet in under the quilt; finding myself sitting in the bed, laying down to make myself comfortable.

A moment after I had laid my head onto the pillow, I am falling asleep; only to wake up well rested, the following morning. (The lights had started to dim, as I fold the quilt; only for the room to be in absolute darkness, as I lay my head on the pillow.)

The room is still dark, as I am waking up, the following morning. (What had I been expecting; of course, it is dark during the night.)

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Entry - Initiation

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Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

Entry - Initiation: 3

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Prologue

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I had just woken up, early in the morning; just as Rarity had suggested, the other day.

The room is dark, I can see exactly nothing. What had I been expecting; the light is low and I haven’t even opened my eyes, yet.

Furthermore, I can’t even lift up my hand, as I had been used to; expecting to move freely, as I had done before I had arrived at the hotel.

However; I had managed to slip a hand out from under the quilt, folding the quilt up against the wall. It isn’t my hand, being subject to the restrictions; it’s the quilt, refusing to move. I can still move relatively freely, aside from this effect.

I slip my feet (Erm, Hooves out from under the quilt), only to find myself sitting onto the side of the bed, my bed. Still dressed in the metallic bloody red pajamas from head to toe (Hoof), looking as if I had been painted with liquid Latex. My skin is as smooth, as the suit is dictating; what had I been expecting, as I am wearing the suit. I still am, as a matter of fact.

“Clip, clop” is heard, as I am pushing myself forwards, off of the bed; only to find myself standing on what now is my own two hooves.

“Pony Girl!” I gasp, in sudden realization. (They don’t intend to have me wearing hoof Boots and such {tacky} tack; but physically transform me into the Pony Girl, a semi Equine female)

“Good morning, Miss Ji-Ju!” Rarity exclaims, as she is entering the room.

“Good morning, Miss Rarity!” I respond, in greeting. (I have to follow the etiquette. Don’t I?)

“I guess: Rarity would be the obvious Chaperone, for me..” I ponder; “Not so much because I had asked for her; but because she is the one, ideal for this task!” I realize.

“Before we can do anything else..” she starts; “I need to see you out of your suit; in order for me to pick your ensemble, for the day!” she is informing me.

“Of course, I had to disrobe; (even if it is before my Chaperone, Rarity)..” I ponder; “You need to see me disrobe; or only to see me nude, before you hand-pick my ensemble?” I inquire.

“Technically; I don’t need to see you disrobing, but it would be a waste of time stepping out while you undress!” she is informing me.

“Oh..” I respond; “okay!” I conclude.

“I hope, you are not embarrassed by being seen as a Girl (by me)..” she suggests, snickering lightly; “We are all girls, here; just as we are Equine, under the skin too!” she concludes.

“Wait..” I exclaim; “we are?” I inquire.

“But, of course; silly Philly!” she puts forth; “This is after all a School for little Pony-Girls!” she concludes.

“I do have a distinct recollection, of reading this..” I ponder; before I opted to apply for this Class, even if I hadn’t realized, the Literal connotations implied!” I realize. (At least, the Subjects had looked promising; aside from the promise, of making a few new Friends, of course!)

I follow Rarity over to the wardrobe. I am watching her opening the doors, to my daytime wardrobe; only to be exposed to what she is intending, for me to wear. (While my pajamas may be red, metallic bloody red to be exact; but the daytime wears are very different, even if they had been crafted for me as a Pony-Girl, as she put it.)

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"I really do have Hooves..” I realize, as I had slipped the stockings off. (..and a beautiful tail, too!)

“Red is signifying females!” Rarity informs me; before I had had the time, to even considering the colour of my hooves.

Looking into the mirror, I can clearly see the silicone white socks reaching up to what used to be my heels. (I just don’t know the proper word for the Equine counterpart.) Still, I guess. It does look cool, in my eyes. Is this common, among Ponies, or had Rarity made an Artistic choice? (Doesn’t make much of a difference to me; it looks cool, and that is the end of it {as if I had a choice, when these socks are on my legs already.. but still})

“It is fairly uncommon among Ponies, even if it isn’t unheard of; though it is said to be common among Horses of your region!” she explains; I could show you a few examples, later!” she suggests.

“Thank you, Rarity..” I respond; I would appreciate that, very much..” I continue; “as I am at school, I am here to learn!” I conclude; knowing I am spending time, I could have learned more.

“Let us begin..” she suggests; “I need you to dress up, for the day..” she continues; “so that I can guide you to the class!” she continues.

I just nod, eagerly looking at the wardrobe with growing anticipation. (While my form and stance may be unfamiliar, to me, I will grow used to it, soon enough)

“A pair of high-cut panties should be just right for you..” she suggests, as she is extracting the panties, presenting me with a pair of pristine silicone white panties.

I am eagerly accepting the proffered garment; “Thank you, Rarity!” I exclaim.

I step into the panties, right and left; before I am pulling them up, only to be exposed to the liquid elasticity. In the end, I am affording the panties a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

She is observing me, as I am slipping into my panties; extracting a matching top for me, just in time to present me with it as I let go of the panties.

“A bit tight?” I inquire; "Though I enjoy them, immensely..” I put forth; “looks, as if they had been painted on liquid latex?” I finally observe, even if I don’t quite know what liquid latex would be or how it would feel. (She does not seem to care, as she is only too happy to see me enjoying the proffered garment.)

“Of course, they are tight; skin-tight is the way to go, with underwear..” she explains; “you will come to get used to them, soon enough; then you will not be comfortable, wearing anything less!” she concludes.

She had extracted the matching top, for me; presenting me with the garment, for me to accept.

I am accepting the top, with a nod; only to reverently slip it down over my head, enjoying the liquid elasticity. I afford the top a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“This top starts just under my breasts (I did not even know I had), supporting my bust perfectly..” I ponder; “I think I could get used to this!” I observe. (The top reaches all the way up under my chin, but not my arms!)

She had just extracted my (metallic bloody) red skirt, presenting me with an ultra-tight knee-long pencil skirt.

I eagerly step into the skirt, right and left; only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

She had just extracted a glistering, glittery jet black vest, presenting it to me, just as I had finished slipping into the skirt. (Naturally, I could but accept; not because she is forcing me, but because I genuinely want to wear what she is presenting me with.)

I find myself growing more and more excited, with each and every garment she is presenting me with. I just can not help myself.

She is extracting a pair of full-length skin-tone gloves for me, presenting me with the garments. I am eagerly accepting the proffered gloves; slipping my hands in into them, only to enjoy the sensation(s) these gloves are presenting me with.

“You can always cup your breasts now, if you like..” she suggests; “in order to get a feel for them, so that you can familiarize yourself, before we go out in public!” she observes.

While I am busy, distracted with placing my hands under my breasts (A-cup orbs), she is extracting my halter (without a bit) for me. With my mouth agape, she is placing my halter onto my face.

As she is tightening the halter up, I find it comforting; even despite myself, and what I had been expecting.

“Could you tighten up my halter; a bit more, please?” I inquire.

“Oh, but of course, darling!” she merely responds, as she starts to tightening up my halter further.

Of course; all the other (Pony-)Girls also wear a matching black halter to class.

“The black halter, is for the first class!” she explains.

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What I had not been expecting, what I could not have been prepared for; is how easy it is to fall into step with her, as she is moving out of the room. She is only stopping by the door, placing the palm of her hand on the plaque in order to open the door. Even if she had closed the door to my wardrobe, before she walked out of the room, with me in tow.

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She is trotting along the hall, with me just one step behind.

A moment later, we are reaching the doors to the room. She is opening the door, stepping through with me in tow; only for the door to slide shut behind me, as I had cleared the threshold

I can clearly see a few girls standing anxiously in the room; just as I notice, the rest of the girls step into the room just a moment after me.

“They are all wearing the black first year halter..” I observe;”and they have red hooves, just like me!” I conclude.

“Of course, darling..” she responds; “they are all Pony-Girls, just like you, and they are the same class as you, too!” she explains.

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(My) First Class

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Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..