//------------------------------// // An Exercise in Magic: 11 // Story: Pinkie Pie buys a Human // by Ponyess //------------------------------// . On my first break, I have one of these ideas; I have no idea as to how it would work out, or if this could possibly work at all.  Yet, I had to try it, just for myself; this once, just to see. I focus and see that little bright, red orb on the tip of my horn.  I continue to focus and the orb grows and brightens; to the point where the light spreads, down the entire length of my horn.  Just a continuous, bright sanguine glow over my entire horn; finding this to be pleasant and enjoyable enough, in and of itself. I push forwards and reach out.  Stretching my focus, further and further out; feeling my way, as I go.  Maybe this is not as hard; as I had imagined it, in the first place. In excitement, I slip, and the magic slide in under the top.  I feel the chilled tingle tease my nipples to expand and grow erect.  A cool, highly viscous liquid spreading over the nipple and areola of the right and left breast. I gasp, but manage to keep the noise out of the public attention in the room. “That, was fun; even if it was unexpected!” I ponder. I pick up a quill and scratch something onto a piece of paper, adding a few scriblings about details, bouncing straight to Pinkie Pie; urging her to take note and act swiftly.  She is catching the drift and vanishes from the room. While she is out, I pick up one of the muffins in our personal kitchen, slowly chew it down, distracting me from the moment and pull myself together. I manage to get away with hiding in the kitchen more than I had actually needed to.  Just the excuse I need; to take care of a preparation, or another. While I manage the kitchen, Emerald is tending the counter and picks up the orders from each pony entering the cafe.  This leaves us with Amethyst tending to the customers. I can clearly feel, how she is enjoying this part to the fullest.   How could I blame her? Carrying trays with the orders to the customers may not be an easy task, but she certainly breezes that.  Then she is stopping by the customer, the pony and scratches their heads for a few minutes. Clearly eliciting a bright smile, for her effort.  There is something to her touch, causing the grin on the pony before her. Without even ruffling the mane of the pony before her, she manages to give her something you would have needed to go to a spa for.  She does not even need to use an oil or any other outward tools or tricks you could recognize. Of course, she is wearing these gloves Rarity made for her personally, and wears the necklace she gave her as well.  I love watching her work her special brand of magic; as the girl she is before me. “Does the tiara and the giraffe horns have anything to do with what she is doing?” I ponder, while I am watching. The pony is practically beaming with joy, while the giraffe girl Amethyst is scratching her head. The radiance is slowly dissipating, once she is stepping back and leaving her.  While the joy is slowly dissipating, it is never really leaving the pony entirely. The pony will trot out of the cafe; quite content, spreading the word of her experience. Word of mouth is always a great means of advertising and marketing; of the product for sale. “One pleased customer, explaining how much she enjoyed our services!” I ponder, grinning at the thought and knowing how I am spreading joy. “I am making Pinkie Pie proud!  One more satisfied customer, smiling!” Amethyst ponders. “Amethyst is indeed a crowd-pleaser, and she is efficient in serving each pony exactly what they want and need!” Pinkie Pie muses, quietly to herself; as she is watching and following everything that is going on. There is no denying the effect Amethyst is having on this crowd; which she is easily and eagerly maintaining all on her own and by herself, even if part of what she is served is prepared by all of us beforehand.  The orders are taken by Emerald, standing front and center in the shop; where Pinkie Pie directed Twilight Sparkle to place the counter and the display cases, the day before. For now, I am enjoying the solitude of the kitchen.  I can easily bake everything, requested by the customers; neither of us had baked earlier, in the morning.  Chopping vegetables and presenting personalized salads, is a breeze. “While I love my boots, Rarity made for me; but, these hooves are just a little bit off for me, not a perfect match for these horns I chose to put on!” Amethyst is pondering; idly contemplating her situation as she is moving amongst the customers and serving them as she is going along. Knowing it is Rarity who was crafting them for her, even if it was on Pinkie Pie’s explicit commission; means that she knows exactly where to go, if and when she feels the urge to have an adjustment to her uniform.  Would Pinkie Pie object, if she chose to have this addition and adjustment to the uniform? The adjustment is only due to the gift Rarity had taken the liberty of crafting for the girls in the first place.  Pinkie Pie had not objected to the girls accepting the gift, more than she had objected to the girls wearing them. “Why should Pinkie Pie object, in the first place; knowing the gift was pleasing the girls and making the ponies happy?” Amethyst ponders. “Why, indeed?” Pinkie Pie whispered, in Amethysts right ear. While I am hidden in the kitchen, where no pony could possibly see me or what I am doing; I chance to cast a spell I just was inspired to cast.  Feeling the now familiar focus of magic spreading over my horn; before twin tendrills of magical light reach out to my chest and slips in under the top in order to touch my nipples.  I feel the warmth and a tingling sensation, as the spell is taking effect. “This should be fun to explore, later; when I have the time and privacy, after the cafe is closed for the day!  When the items I asked for is back, so I can assemble the device for myself!” I ponder. For as long as I wear the top, my nipples are perfectly hidden and out of sight.  Once the top is coming off, the nipples will be given room to expand and express the previously hidden desire.  So much fun, just waiting to happen. I giggle in excitement, as I consider the expected outcome of the spell I had just cast. Emerald and Amethyst both enter the kitchen, just as I am completing the spell; causing me to duplicate the spell and apply the effect on them as well.  I observe the effect on their faces, as their expressions momentarily change. “Uh, what was that?  How and where did you learn magic, Ruby?” Emerald inquires, as she is catching her breath and reacquires her equilibrium. “I did not even know we could learn magic, even if you have what is passing for a unicorn horn!” Amethyst points out, in stunned surprise. “Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle!” I respond; “Neither did I; until the inspiration hit me, just a moment before you entered the kitchen!” I continue. “Rarity crafted everything we wear, and everything we have!” Emerald puts forth. “Twilight Sparkle enchanted these items, and she is the element of magic, aside from the Princess of friendship!” Amethyst adds. “Are any of you two have these strange and unexplained flashes of clarity or inspiration?” I inquire. “Nothing I am aware of, but I seem to just know how to please these ponies in the room.  It doesn’t feel any different, from petting a cat or dog!” Amethyst explains. “We bake and make these wondrous salads; as if we had done this, all our lives!” Emerald points out. “While I have seen no manual; yet everything we do, seems to please the ponies.  Is there a cook-book anywhere in either of the kitchens upstairs or downstairs?” Amethyst exclaims. “By the way, how are we possibly capable of walking in these boots; we have never even been permitted a pair of flat shoes!” Emerald points out. “Beats me!  You tell me!” Amethyst exclaims. “Barring magic; the only viable explanation is that Pinkie Pie commissioned them, for us!” I point out, making the inevitable point; in just how impressive she is and how incomprehensible her powers are, to us. “Never question your owner, or deity; you fall flat on your face, each time!  This is the truest truth of life!” I ponder. For all intents and purposes; Pinkie Pie could as well have been a deity, for all the good or difference it could possibly be, to us.  She does not have to be an immortal alicorn or a draconequus; to warrant that reverence from a small group, of innocent and utterly powerless human girls.  Not in the land of Equestria, where the ponies truly did rule supreme. In essence, she makes the point; by not being an alicorn, but a random earth-pony. “However benevolent Pinkie Pie may be; but she is our owner, with the powers of doing as she pleases with us!” I remind my sisters. “Wait, I think I recall an incident; where another girl made the mistake of questioning her owner; the griffon had her for lunch the very next day!” Emerald suggested, as she shivered in pain and fear. Some memories should never be reawakened, once one had finally managed to put them to sleep. Of course, all the girls the griffon was owning had seen the event as it happened.  Maybe the griffon had made that on purpose, just to make a point. Seeing a griffon eat a girl is a messy affair, no girl deserves to bear witness of, ever. Is it better to be incinerated, by a large dragon? The only option, for us; is to be smothered, by a pink mare.  When you think you had figured her out; is when she is smacking you on the head, with another surprise you could never have foreseen in a million years.  Or a thousand moons, as the ponies would have expressed it. She certainly is not killing or torturing us; but she is feeding and clothing us more than we had dared to expect her to do for her very own daughter. As opposed to the griffons we had seen and known of; she has friends, to back her up well enough to stave of the end of the world and an apocalypse severe enough to swallow the universe itself. The world had not come to an end yet; the universe is still spinning in its ever maddening pattern of smothering nonsense. “I think I need to tend to the cafe!” Emerald points out, stepping out from the kitchen. “These ponies just can’t get enough of me, and I do enjoy being amongst them!” Amethyst continue, follow Emerald, just a step behind. "No more baking required; maybe I could as well try my hand on these ponies!” I respond, as I take the end of the train out of the small room. “Mail, for a miss Amethyst!” the grey mail-mare Derpy exclaims, as she is entering the cafe, with a large package on her back. “Derpy!” Amethyst exclaims; "I am here!” she continues; as she is walking up to the grey mare, with the package. “From Rarity!” she reads, on the top of the package. Amethyst eagerly scratches the grey mare behind her ears with her right hand, as she is accepting the latest of gifts. “This is heavenly, I could be delivering packages to you every day; just for the warmth of your attention!” Derpy exclaims, in obvious glee. Enthusiastic joy, radiating from Derpy, as if she had been a furnace about to explode. Amethyst carries the package into the kitchen with Derpy in tow.  Derpy closes the door behind herself, once they are alone in the kitchen. Amethyst is placing the package on the desk, breaking the seal on the top of the package with the nail of the index finger of her right hand. Inside, she finds the set of boots she had been hoping for.  Not just a pair of boots for her to walk in, but the complete set of boots for her to trot on all fours in.  She slowly pick up one boot at the time; placing the boot on the desk beside the package. Right and left, rear and front. “For now, I will make due with the pair of rear boots!” she points out. She slips out of the equine boots she had been wearing, before she is slipping her now bare feet into the new pair of boots.  The boots have cloven hooves, matching the giraffe horns on her head. The difference is barely noticeable, but it feels as if it is everything, to Amethyst.  Now she is a giraffe. Derpy follows her to the door, and Amethyst opens the door and lets the both of them out of the kitchen. Speaking of Surprise, that is exactly the mare trotting in through the door.  A white pegasus mare with three purple balloons on her flank. Of course; she had to come in, today. “Ruby, I have something for you; compliment of Pinkie Pie’s!” she points out, as she is stepping up to me, just as I closed the door to the kitchen behind myself. “Deep purple balloons, for a cutie-mark!” I ponder; “What a Surprise!” I continue. I lead the mare up the flight of stairs.  She does not protest. For some reason, I had the hunch; this is something intimate and private, I wanted to take out of the public eye.  Even in Ponyville. The kitchen is the best option, so I take Surprise with me in, into the kitchen and carefully places the box on the now empty table. “Open it, Ruby!” Surprise urges me. Breaking the seal with the nail of my index finger is a breeze.  Maybe I had Rarity to thank for that, even if I suspect Twilight Sparkle and her enchantment does play a part in this. Once the seal of the package is broken, I open the box and extract its contents.  Just an item at the time, slowly and carefully inspecting the items before me. “Cleer rubber tubes, the cups in the size for my nipples, the connector for the tubes.  The engine for creation of vacuum to perform the milking. Even the tank for containing the milk I am producing!” I read from the inventory, while I am unpacking. “There are three of each!” I ponder. “These are for you, even if your sisters will enjoy sharing the experiences with you!” Surprise points out, giggling gleefully. “Trust Pinkie Pie to know!” I just exclaim. “There is more!” Surprise points out, pointing a hoof at the final item I am pulling out of the box. “Hoof polish!  How thoughtful, of her!  Did Rarity put her or you up to including this?” I exclaim. “Trust Rarity to put you up to something like that!  Aloe and Lotus were only too happy to sell her this item!  Yet, Pinkie Pie beat them to the punch!” she explains. “Maybe I do prefer to be smothered with kindness, and die from laughter, compared with all the possible and impossible options I could ever dream up!” I respond. “You don’t need to ask Pinkie Pie twice for that, my dear!” Surprise points out, stabbing the air with her right fore-hoof. “Not sure, if you should stab the air in that fashion?” I suggest, somewhat uncertain. “Sorry, it slipped my mind that you are living under the roof of Pinkie Pie’s; I am not her, even if I look like her in more ways than openly meets the eye!” she responds, in a somewhat apologetic tone of voice. “I think I should assemble this in my bed room, and store this under my bed!” I point out. Surprise helps me to carry everything into my bed room, where I manage to assemble the first milking device.  I assemble the two remaining devices and hide these under my bed. “I feel an urge to try this out, right away; would you like to stay with me, or do you have anything more pressing business at hoof?” I inquire; trying my best to sort through the expressions, for equine references. “Surprise is a pony; so I need to use proper equine terms, referring to her!” I ponder. “While I should use the human terms, when I speak to my sisters!” I continue. “I think I could spare a few minutes; just to share this moment with you, Ruby!” she responds, indicating for us to get this going. Since everything is set up, I slip down the top with my right and left hand; while I pull up the cups and place them onto my right and left nipples, respectively. “There, that was easy!” I point out. “Looks like a perfect fit!” she responds; giggling at the situation, she had just permitted herself to enter. There is a whirring noise, as I activate the device.  The suction is slowly building up. Just before I feel a surge of under-pressure, there is an electric tingle in my nipples. “Whoa!” I exclaim. “Oh, yes; I guess I forgot to mention the electro-stimulation, this unit comes with.  You are unfamiliar and unaccustomed to these things, I take it!” she points out; giggling at my unease, for but a moment. “Surprise is a prankster, just as Pinkie Pie!” I realize, but this was none of her doing. She merely enjoys the thrill of my embarrassing situation. While I am getting accustomed to the effect of the electro-stimulation, the effect is slowly building towards the climax.  Once the suction reaching my level; I find myself lactating. The thick, white liquid slowly flowing down the length of the clear rubber tube; all the way through the connector, along the rest of the tube and by the pump to the tank. The suction keeps building up, just as the frequency and strength of the electro-stimulation continues to build far beyond the requirements for me to lactate.  Maybe this was a pleasure model? I prefer to assume this is of equine design, and crafted for equine purposes; over the optional alternatives, I could be standing before. This could as well have been an old and outdated changeling design, with entirely different purposes in mind. Had I known more of the hippogriffs, maybe I could have trusted them in the matter before me. Once the process had been activated, it refuses to stop before it had ran its course.  I could not pull either of the cups off of my now fairly large nipples, either. As I look down at myself, I notice just how large the E-cup really is. I am not a large girl, so the chest is actually fairly massive on me.  Strangely enough, I am not physically burdened by the weight, as I had feared. Well, I should have feared this, had I still been on the earth where I had been intended to be.  Equus seems to ignore most common logic and sense one human is born with. I will simply have to learn to get used to it, and live with the consequences. Just don’t even ask for an option, that is simply not worth it. These cups cover my nipples perfectly, before the suction had even been activated.  Now the electo-stimulation is merely adding to the effect. The flow of milk is no longer directly visible, once the white liquid fills the entire length of the tubes.  Of course, the effect of bubbles following the flow of liquid would have been helpful, but I do not have that in this case.  I feel the tingling sensation, and the effects this is having on me and my body. I can’t say that it is reducing my bust in the least, but I should expect nothing of the sort here.  While I guess I should be pleased, my bust is not swelling any further. “How large is the tank, and what is the minimum required quantity and or quality for it to stop?   If that is how it is measuring the requirement, imposed upon me in the first place!” I ponder. Minute by minute, I am lactating.  I feel the milk slipping through the tubes, even if it isn’t how one is experiencing it. Just that I am finding the process addictive.  Something about the sensations induced upon my nipples. Strangely enough; I feel a bit lightheaded, but otherwise it is quite invigorating.  Is this a pint or a gallon in that tank, by the time the whirring finally slow down and the cups fall off of my nipples. Once I had finished the lactation session, I pull the cups off of the tube and pull the tank out of the device.  I carry them out of my room, and into the kitchen. First I wash the cups carefully, drying them off. I pull out a set of bottles, before I start tapping the milk on the bottles.  One by one, I fill each bottle to the mark, before I cap the bottle with care.  I line up the bottles in the fridge, before I pick up the next set of bottles and continue. “There, now the milk is going to be ready for use; by tomorrow, morning!” I exclaim, as I had finished stacking the last bottle in the fridge. “Have a nice day, Ruby; nice to see you, and share the experience with you!” she points out, before she is taking leave. “For self-application, only!” I read, on the polish. I pull out the first chair and sit down, before I uncap the can of hoof polish.  My can of hoof polish, of course. While I love sharing, they have their own polish. “These are my hooves, so I guess this is the time to try out this polish!” I ponder. Once the can is uncapped, I start applying the polish to my right hoof.  I start at the upper rim of the hoof, up front at the middle. From there; I apply anew stroke to the right and left respectively, continuing further and further out.  Stopping, only once I had finished applying the polish; when the polish is covering the entire hoof. Now I repeat the process with my left hoof; before I cap the bottle.  Once the hooves are polished, I notice how the surface of the hoof glows momentarily, before it reseeds and turns into a high finish glossy surface.  My hooves are hardening, and will remain much shinier than they had been before. The suction under my hooves will be stronger and I will have more control over it; just as I will find my hooves considerably more sensitive than they had been earlier. “Could I pull these boots off of me now, and try out the other pair of boots she had given me?  Maybe, but I am not about to try that right now!” I ponder. There had been no scent of acetone or any other solvent I know of, or any scent from the polish.  The polish is drying and curing in a brisk pace. My hooves are perfectly dried and cured within less than a minute. I raise to my hooves and take a few steps forwards.  The squeaking noises has changed and is now more distinct than they had been before.  It is almost as if it is distinctly me. I am not merely wearing a pair of boots, this is my hooves now. Since I had finished polishing my hooves; I pick up the remaining two bottles of polish, and the cards that came with them. “Compliment, of Surprise!” the card reads. “That is a beautifully engraved card!” I ponder. I place my can with the corresponding card, on my night-stand; before I go to the rooms of my sisters.  Placing a can on each night-stand; with the card, before the respective can. Once I delivered the surprise gifts; I can leave their rooms and close their doors. “The Surprise pony left a gift for you, sisters!” I point out, as I bounce down the flight of stairs. “Thank you, sister!” they respond. “I will explore the gift, after we have closed the cafe, for the night; in just a few hours!” Emerald exclaims. “I think you will enjoy it, I certainly enjoy mine!” I respond; innocently indicating my hooves, with a mere wink. “Of course, there is another matter to attend to, for you to explore after we have closed the cafe; but, I will explain all about that later!” I point out, giggling. “We still do have customers, and I love taking care of them!” Amethyst points out; as she returns her full and undivided attention, to the ponies in the room. “I do believe, we do!” I respond; winking back at her and turning my attention, to the business before us.