>>32806473>She nods, and past her imperious expression I can see a faint pink blush coloring her cheeks.>She has the same weakness as I, with light complexion it is difficult to hide when she is flustered.>The effect on her is adorable, for a moment I nearly break character as the desire to reach out and scoop her into a great big hug nearly overwhelms me.>The soft brush of a hoof against my cheek snaps me out of it.>I hum, nuzzling her foreleg.>It is softer than I expected, covered in a kind of velvet similar to the antlers of adolescent deer.>"You are beautiful, darling," she whispers huskily, and I know it is true.>Not from some misplaced ego, but because I know she is the type to see the best in people, to find what makes them shine and pull it to the surface.
"Thank you, my lady." >My heart pounds in my chest, excited by her every touch as her hoof trails down my jawline, tracing my neck and collarbone before settling against my left breast.>"What is this?" she asks, tugging at the thin black fabric protecting my modesty.
"It's a bra, my lady. It's supposed to support my- my breasts, and it's considered proper for a lady to wear them once she reaches puberty.">Conflict darts across her face, and I can guess as to why.>She is likely fascinated by the complexity of the pattern, the quality of the material.>But also vexed at the unexpected obstacle to my body.>Her horn lights again, and a soft glow covers the garment as it attempts to pull away from me.>She huffs in frustration.>"How does it come off?">I can't suppress a giggle as I reach behind my back and snap the clasp, catching it demurely with my other arm as I wink at my counterpart teasingly.>She huffs with slight embarrassment. "I'm sure I would have figured it out eventually.">I nod.
"Of course, my lady."