(Orig.) Night 1

It was time. Skie stood backstage ready for her show, nervous but thrilled to begin. She shifted on her foot paws and took several deep breaths, standing alone waiting for her cue.

Skie shifted from one footpaw to another where she stood as her manager, a strong fierce yet kind mustang, came up to her and placed a comforting grip on her shoulder. He believed in her even when she didn't believe in herself, a fact she noted every time he gave her the confidence boost to carry on. Once the gesture was complete she stood before him in her show attire, giving a small twirl. "So? Whatcha think?"

"I think you look absolutely stunning." He chuckled and stepped back slightly, giving Skie the up and down with a smile as he watched her twirl around so gracefully and yet with such playfulness and excitement as she spun herself around the stallion took in every detail with impeccable accuracy, the outfit for the performance was a masterpiece all in itself.. A tailored wardrobe of charcoal accented with teal, while a sheen in the material reflected the light with a notable shimmer everytime she moved. The top was open shouldered and sleeveless, only covering down to just below her chest so that the gorgeous silky fur of her toned stomach was on display. It covered most of her upper back but had a small triangular sheer window of white star patterned fabric that sat toward the bottom. From the front the collar parted on either side of her neck, where the fabric opened up to reveal her ample chest in a plunging neckline that ended at a small zipper in between her breasts. Two more sheer, star patterned windows of fabric cupped the bottom of each breast with flair and yet refrained from revealing too much. The top was accompanied by an armband on her upper arms and fingerless flared gauntlets ending below her elbows. Her lower half was adorned with string bikini bottoms that looked out through the sheer star patterned windows on the front and back of her skirt, which clasped together in the front while her panties tied on either side. Her leggings were similar to her flared sleeves, ending mid way up her thighs.

Skie smiled softly and hugged him, seeing him as her father away from home. "I'm glad you like it, I'm nervous as hell though."

He hugged her back and rested his chin atop her head slightly, careful not to mess up her hair. "Oh please. You've done this a thousand times. Why does this one make you nervous?"

"I'm always nervous, this never gets easier for me..." Skie blushed and released him after a stagehand advised her the time was close. "Looks like it's time, wish me luck?"

"Like you need it." He leaned in and kissed her cheek then headed off toward his place backstage, but just before he turned the corner he looked back to Skie and smiled before shouting back. "Hey Skie? Good Luck!"