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I had had this urge, for quite some time, now; I feel empty and unsatisfied. Even if I do enjoy working with my sisters, for Pinkie Pie.
If only, I had had that special some one to fill that void up for me; but I never had the chance; not when I was owned by a griffon.
I do not want it, to be just any one; it has to be someone special. Maybe Elusive, but how do I convince him? Assuming that would even work; considering him being a pony, while I am a human girl.
Working for Pinkie Pie is fun, a mess and exciting; all at once. You never know, there is no telling; one simply follow the original premonition. I live with my sisters and work at a cafe; so I do all the things coming, with working at a cafe. Did I mention that I am working for Pinkie Pie?
I saw Elusive, just the other day; I have come to realize, just how elusive and exciting he is. While I never really had the time or the opportunity; to just speak or him, and get to know him, but hormones do what hormones do.
How could I help; but falling in love with his style and his finesse?
Yesterday, I went to bed. I had folded the quilt over me and rested my head on the pillow. I lay my head on the pillow and close my eyes; before I fall asleep. Luna knows, that I had been dead beat and tired.
In the morning, as I wake up and open my eyes; I see a small package of clear plastic, containing what appears to be a pink egg and a small jar of a clear gel. Maybe I should not have been surprised? Nothing really do surprise you, when you get used to working for a mare, like Pinkie Pie Just as you think, you figured her out; that is, when you realize just how utterly wrong the prediction is.
“Pinkie Pie is behind this! I may have asked her a few questions; but it is Pinkie Pie placing the gift, on my night stand!” I realize.
I know Twilight must have placed a spell on the contents, and a stallion is required; for what I imagine this is. It just had to be Elusive. While I may never know, but if I learn another stallion was involved, I would be disappointed.
I am still nude, finding it more natural to me; I can always slip into the uniform, once I have gotten out of bed. While I sleep, I am not in service; Pinkie Pie only expect me to wear the uniform, while I am in fact in the cafe and in service. Having nothing else to wear, and having no special desire to wear clothes; I am sleeping nude, all night.
Now I am folding the quilt back and slipping my feet out, from under the quilt; setting my feet down onto the floor and raising to my feet. I turn around and pick up the small box, containing the gift; assuming it is from Pinkie Pie and open it with all the due reverence assigned to my patron.
I place the instruction onto my night stand, before I place the gel behind it and ends up holding the egg in my right hand. Now I am cupping the hand and warm up the egg.
I read the instructions; “Aply the gel on your egg and use what is left on the petals of your orchid; before you insert this egg!”
I feel the warmth, of the passion with which I am infusing my egg in my hand; as I uncap the gel and slowly and eagerly coat the gel, on the surface of the egg. Once the egg had been fully and completely saturated, I reach down and caress the petals with what is left, feeling a growing warmth and wetness in my orchid.
As I apply the last of the still clear gel, I insert the egg into my vagina and push it in.
The egg feels warm, soft and alive; in ways I could never have predicted, letting on a fragment of its secret. I just could not quite believe, that I am in fact pregnant. While I do wish it is true, but how could I possibly believe; that I am in fact not just pregnant, but that I have an essence of the very elusive Elusive himself?
Of course, he is generous; so why should he not give the essence to me? There is always that one sliver of doubt and fear, that this can in fact never work; he is after all a pony and no mere human, like me.
“If not for the fact; that Rarity is a mare, the sensation of her cooperation should have felt the same!” I ponder.
I am wet and feel quite excited; as I push the egg all the way in, feeling the wet gel lubricating both my orchid and the egg. I only let go of the egg, when I feel it slide in, into my womb. I feel the mass, but then the pressure of the egg evaporates as if it is no longer there.
For a moment, all my excitement evaporates and I feel sad and abandoned; then something else is filling me up, the spirit of the generosity and the absolute certainty of the pregnancy I had just accepted. I am indeed pregnant. I know this, with the utter and absolute certainly; in a manner only Pinkie Pie could possibly explain.
“A year of waiting, more than time enough, for me to prepare for giving birth!” I realize.
“I will still have my sisters, in a year from now; what would make Pinkie Pie to sell, or giving up any of us?” I ponder.
“The economy of the cafe at which I work, is no reason for her! Will Celestia write a law, or change one; forcing her to give us up? Not going to happen!” I think, knowing Pinkie Pie and her friends.
Celestia is a friend, even if she may be the Princess, ruling the entire nation of Equestria. While I have no doubts; Celestia is going to learn about the cafe and us girls, soon enough.
If the law prohibits a pony to own a girl like me; am I still free to work for the pony? I can't see, how a donkey, cow, dragon or changeling could be prohibited from working for Pinkie Pie, so why should it be a problem for me?
While I originally got into the cafe, because the pony Pinkie Pie bought me from a griffon; I am still working for Pinkie Pie freely. I choose to perform what I do, for her; because I want to work for her. Who would not want to work for Pinkie Pie?