Pinkie Pie had a new idea, but how is it going to turn out? With local Rubber and a few potent herbs from right out of the Everfree. Twilight experience the other side with the pink extension. How to cope as part or her isn’t mare?
Pinkie Pie always goes out with a bang and a new party to plan for. Or at least to bring a smile on the face of some Pony. In this case, Twilight Sparkle is the clear victim.
The local rubber would be a good start, but with some of these potent herbs Zecora used to pick around the village should add just a bit more fun.
When Twilight finds herself at the centre of the attention, and as she realizes that she is no longer all mare as she had been used to, how is she going to react?
A silly smile is plastered onto her face and excitement is about to ensue.
As always, I have an idea and a plan for the next party. I need to keep them all happy, what’s strange about that? With the situation when I was sporting the wrong mark in fresh memory, I can’t suffer the village that fate all over again.
Of course I had to start with my very bestest of all bestest of bestest friends, Twilight Sparkle, our Princess of Friendship. Start at the centre and see the effects trickle down through the rivers all the way to the edges of Equestria. Then I can continue with the closest of my friends, my towns folk and the entire nation, just to start off the day. The rest of the day would happily go to the rest of the world, including the Diamond dogs and the Griffons.
First things first; that is the ingredients for the latest of my recipes. Maybe it isn’t a cake, or anything intended for that kind of the party; but I know, I will love having the first lick.
The local rubber is where I start, then I trotted around the village, following the descriptions my friend Zecora had given me. I had seen the pictures and read the formula in one of Twilight’s books a while back. I guess, I was too bored to just sit around; so the library was suffering a pink tornado, as I went through the room with infernal intensity and excitement as I went through the stack of books.
Poking through the village, its surroundings and the forest around it in the search for what I had in mind. I guess none was seeing the larger picture as they saw me digging for roots and pulling leaves. Just as Twilight had no inkling as to what I had been looking for in her library. She does have her library stuffed with all kinds of interesting books, even if she doesn’t know the extent of it.
I had filled a caulderon with the liquid latex rubber. The fluid bubbling lazily. I toss in hand-fulls of leaves and roots from the herbs. Mumbling the words the formula had explained in great detail. Knowing the inner meaning or not, but they made sense in a senseless manner only a Zebra like Zecora could have explained. All I need to do was to add the Twos, to the Twos and then add a few more Twos.
With a few other occasions pulled up, I knew where I was going and what was at stake. I don’t need to be a herbalist or a Shaman. All I need is to be Pink. I can’t explain it any better than that, and if I tried, you would merely end up with an aneurysm or something equally horrible. I couldn’t be guilty of that, now could I? Where is the fun in it in any event?
Of course I know how dangerous the Poisonous Joke could be, but I chose the Pink blossom, not the blue one we had stepped on as we stumbled onto the field of blossoms.
Half a pinch of Heart’s Desire was to follow the blossom. The order in which of application and the exact amounts are critical here so I had to have a stack of muffins by my side as I worked it all out in order to be on top of everything and be on full alert, even with the purpose and consequences in mind.
Then I had mixed in the pink Cherry blossom Petals. If they were there for the colour, or was it a symbolic beauty? The text did explain it. Yet, the meanings are a jumble for a Herbalist or a Shaman. That is on Zecora’s table.
As I mumbled the last chant I noticed how the liquid rubber slowly changed from just a semi clear mass into what was clearly solidifying into a specific form. This is when I sprinkled the hoof extract and a few herbs to reinforce the coherence. Even if I guess it will add something more to the mix, or was it just blending the toy with the target?
Once it had acquired its final form and solidified I bathed it in the Equine blood, creepy as that feels and sounds. Yet, it was important. I need this to be perfect for my Twilight.
With my gift ready, there is but the one last thing I had to do. She needs to be presented with what I had prepared for her. I need to give her the gift and permit her to enjoy what I knew she couldn’t help but be excited about, once she had seen it in the true light of what it could be and what it would do for her.
I had the cardboard box in my hands. Now I cover its inside with the black rubber, and the outside with pink rubber. Once the rubber had finally cured, I filled it with the bone white ultra fine sand and slipped the toy inside; before I placed the top of the box on and wrapped it up with shiny gift wrapper in order to make the final touch. Although the shiny amethyst hued silk ribbon tied it up nicely with the bow on the top and the name engraved on the label.
Trotting off from my room at the Sugar-Cube corner to the castle at the edge of the town is a breeze, which is about the time it takes me going there.
As I stopped at the door, I give it a firm knock and stopped to wait for the response. Apparently Spike opened the door.
“Hiya, Spike!” I exclaimed.
“Hiya, Pinkie Pie. What a nice surprise to have you by the door!” he responded.
“Yeah, I guess that is about right. Is Twilly in?” I continued.
“She sure is. You can find her by the study downstairs!” he responded and stepped out of my way, only to see me bounce on my way to where Twilight Sparkle was reading.
”Hiya, Pinkie Pie!” I exclaimed; as I hear the bouncing Pony on her way down the flight of stairs, knowing full well it is Pinkie Pie.
“Hiya, Twilly!” she responded.
“Nice to see you over, Pinkie Pie!” I then added.
“You too, Twilly. On that note, I have a gift for you!” she pointed out; as she pulled the package out of her tightly curled up mane and pushed it into my chest and started to bounce like an exuberant insanely elastic rubber ball.
“Thank you, Pinkie Pie!” I responded as I accepted the gift before I knew what she had in mind.
Of course, then she bounced along the hall, and ended up by one of the locked cells in the secured wing.
I unlocked the door and looked in as she indicated for me to enter and abruptly pushed me in with excitement and googling eyes.
“Now, if you open the gift?” she then pressured me in increasing excitement.
“Okay, okay!” I responded and slowly unwrapped it, only to find the rubber covered cardboard box and pulled the top off of it.
Now you just need to extract the gift from under the sand!” she expressed.
On her eager prompting, I pulled up what she had prepared for me; only to find a semi clear rubber object, with a vague form I could imagine is a Yello. Only then I noted a few odd details about it. For one, it is looking as if it was intended to be inserted in the orchid of the first playmate who was to be penetrating the girl.
“Thank you, Pinkie Pie!” I expressed.
“I want you to test it right here with me, in me, or is that on me?” she prompted insistently.
“If you want me to, I guess I could do it for you, Pinkie Pie!” I responded as I eyed the soft rubber with scant residue of the white sand still scattered over the smooth surface.
“You are the bestest of all bestest of bestest friends, Twilly, being the Princess of Friendship and all!” she prompted.
“I guess I can follow your reasoning, this far. So, you want to brighten my day in order for us to spread more joy and friendship? Then I could try this!” I put forth, brushing the rest of the few remaining grains of white sand off of the Yello I hold in my right hand.
“If you press the rear end into your orchid, and I will help you from there!” she pushed; eyeing me over as if she was already incredibly excited, and that I was the cause and object, of her exuberant excitement.
“When you put it like that, I don’t think I dare opposing you. Even if I am the Alicorn and you just an Earth Pony here!” I pondered, slipping the now finally dusted off rubber Yello into my orchid.
Feeling the soft rubber rubbing the tip of my mound and then the still soft orchid, before it made me contract and grow had as it slipped in eagerly.
“You know I am faster than Dashie, stronger than Applejack still manage to both fly and apply the arcane magic, Twilly!” she merely lectured me with a growing glow to her blue eyes.
“Pinkie Pie, and she is on a holier than Though mission here!” I thought quietly.
Quietly, I continued to slide the Yello in, or about as far as I thought it would go; only to feel it brushing the outer line of my orchid, the next moment.
“Ooooh!” I sighed, as the realization hit home; I had managed to slide it in, as she had urged me to.
“That is the spirit!” Pinkie exclaimed as she permitted her hands to reach my waist and feel the narrow, yet firm flesh.
“I hope you enjoy what you feel!” I prompted.
“Since it is you I feel, dear Twilly, I love what I feel!” she pointed out; as her hands wondered down to my wide hips and then further back, over my plump rump.
“I start to like the feel of these, Pinkie!” I responded as I placed my hands on her waist, permitting my hands to follow her curves in the same direction as she plotted for me.
“You will love what this is doing to you, before I leave you to your regular business, Twilly!” she exclaimed as a declaration or a promise.
I feel her hands on my rump, the flat palms and the plump, rounded pads at the edge of her fingers and the inch long nails. She was resorting to rub the smooth flesh that is my rear, thus teasing me, while it also excited me as she went.
After a moment, I noticed that the edges of her nails touched the rim of my rear orifice and this forcing me to instantly contract instinctively. The passing glances passed each time the reflex evaporated as suddenly as it had hit.
“I think you have my attention!” I put forth, as she pressed the advantage by slipping her fingers in.
By now, I had felt the entire pad slip in all the way up to the joint of the finger, incidentally the edge of the nails as well.
“Good!” she exclaimed, as she slowly bent her fingers; in order to hold on to the inside of my orifice and pulling me open and thus expanding the opening and dilating my behind.
“It feels strange, but undefinably exciting when you do this, Pinkie Pie!” I responded in a long and extended sigh.
At this, she was hit by an uncontrollable fit of giggles, lasting for the better part of three minutes, before she finally managed to regain the control
“If you let go of me for but the short moment it takes you to place your hands on the Yello and give it a tentative tug? Just the one tentative tug, would you?” she prompted.
“I guess I can try that, if it pleases you, Pinkie Pie!” I responded.
Her grip on my rear end, did not change in the least; as I slipped my hands forwards and pushed her a foot forwards and placed my hands on the shaft, as she had indicated. Then I interlace my fingers in order to find a solid grip on the slippery and smooth surface of what had apparently turned into my bro. To my surprise and shock I feel my hands as I clasp around the Yello.
With the one tentative tug she had confirmed what I had failed to notice and realize. The latex rubber is an organic substance fairly close to the flesh of my body. Now it had fused to my orchid and thus replaced it in functionality and sensitivity. Not to deny the sensation of the now warm flesh in my hands, in my fingers as I gave myself the promised tug.
As firm as my grip is, my fingers had slipped far enough for me to press my fingers towards the rear end of the head. Warm and sensitive as it is.
“Ooooh! I exclaimed as the realization of the sensation and the resulting pleasure hit home.
“Thanks, Twilly!” she merely exclaimed jubilantly, knowing exactly what the sigh meant in physical terms.
“Thank you, Pinkie Pie!” I responded in term, still holding on to the shaft of what had turned into my bro.
Unknowingly, I had traded my orchid for a bro, with all the consequences it still holds just out of my sight. I could but guess what it was to mean to me, for me. And what she had in mind or what it was going to mean to her.
“Feels good, right, Twilly?” she prompted as I let go of my shaft.
“Oh, yeah! Just not what I had expected, but you would know all about that, Pinkie!” I responded.
“Go figure, the recipe was right, Twilly. Yet, I think it was best spent on an Alicorn, such as you. You being my bestest of bestest friends couldn’t exactly hurt, either!” she pointed out.
Then I could see momentary hints of regret on her face, mentioning the word hurt, and the implications it is holding, even when she had negated it in the statement.
“Oh, and yeah!” I nodded at the statement, knowing only too well that it is pointless to argue with Pinkie.
As I had let go of myself, the shaft of my bro, I placed my hands squarely on her waist, feeling the warmth of her body in my hands. Enjoying the feeling and taking comfort from the sensations my fingers lended me as I hold on to her.
After a moment, I slide my hands up along the sides of her body, exploring the firm, sleek flesh as I moved up my hands ever further.
After a minute or a few, I found my thumbs brushing the side of her jigglies, round, orb-like as they are. Feeling the soft and yet firm, smooth skin under my fingers and redirecting my move forwards and along the lower edge of her hooters. After a moment, I had found my hands right under the warm orbs.
Just feeling her in my hands; the round and soft flesh warmed me up enough to give a hint of a beginning blush, even if I know it can never be visible quite this early.
My hands moved up to the top of the mounds of her chest, only to bump into the large and excited Cherries I knew she had there all along. As a mare, you know of them and what they mean. There is no escaping them.
I feel her fingers, insistently stretching my rear orifice for a while longer; even if I am not aware of just how far she had me dilated, before she let go of me. At the instant, the tips of her fingers slipped out; the realization hit me as hard as my rump bounced back, at the instant after her fingers had let go of me. There had been a squeak and an internal thud as the soft and highly elastic flesh contracted on itself. What the effect meant to her is obvious even when I am entirely ignorant of what she had confirmed to herself. The original orchid rerouted.
Her hands now move down my thighs, exploring and enjoying the firmly defined muscle tone I had acquired from all the trotting around.
Then her hands moved up to my waist, before she continued up to explore my back. I feel her hands moving all the way up to my neck, following my spine.
Only now, her hands deviated on their path, moving forwards, seeking out what she knew is before her, my chest. Her hands move inwards, as her fingers probe the soft surface of my skin. She soon found what she had been directing her hands towards, the orbs on my chest. She joyously caresses them for a moment, to a few minutes before moving her thumbs to the deep purple Cherries she had been searching for. Permitting the pads of her thumbs to roam free and rub the tips of my nibbles lovingly and in a circular teasing manner only Pinkie Pie could dream up.
The effect of the move had pushed my excitement an entire step further, before I had even realized what she was up to.
As soon as her hands had found me, she moved them up along my cheeks. Holding on and aiming my eyes towards her as her gaze hit. With that I am effectively gazing into her blue eyes.
Just as I thought I knew how far she was going, or how far she was about to go; she pressed her muzzle up towards mine in a kiss and parted her lips, thus directly exploring my excitement with her tongue along the line of my lips, from right to left and left to right, lower and upper in one tentative move. I could but gasp and follow the example, only to be astonished by just how excited she had already become with me before her. or, is it more of the changes I had accepted at her fingertips?
Naturally, she reacted on my realization with even more excitement. Apparently, I have no way around the excitement she had in mind for me.
The longer I am before her, the harder I feel, the closer to her I found myself, the firmer the erection pushed me forwards. Forwards towards the one thing I grew closer to in every sense of the word.
Too close to see the curly mane, it brushes up against my forehead; even through my very own mane held in place by my Princess horn of an Alicorn that I had become.
Incapable to look down and see the pink hooves before me more than I could see the purple once of my very own. Only feeling the Cherries of hers rubbing against the Cherries of mine. Feeling orb-like hooters of hers against the once of my very own.
Something striking out as odd. Maybe not so much the closeness to her, to Pinkie Pie. Apparently she had always been close and under my skin in more ways than I had known or dared consider. What is odd is what I have where my orchid used to be on the top of my mound. The orchid now down in a valley between my plump round cheeks of my rump. Proportions and locations all messed up on me and in me. Being close to pink was never wrong or strange, just happened to befall upon me in a highly unlikely and unpredictable manner. Maybe my mentor had foreseen it, or it had been a surprise on her as well. Who is to know and who is to care?
”Could you move that bed to the middle of the cell, Twilly?” I suggested.
“Certainly. Anything more you need me to do with our cell?” she inquired.
“If you could fuse the bed to the floor, so that we don’t need to worry about it scraping noisily against the floor and place a rubber sheet on the top of the bed?” I pointed out.
“Okay!” she prompted as she moved the bed to the middle of the cell.
“Is this right?” she inquired, as she finished moving the bed.
“Perfect!” I responded excitedly, bouncing up and down like a rubber ball.
“Then it will be just here, with the pink and purple rubber sheet, for us to play around on!” she added as the tip of her horn grew alight with a bright purple grow.
The glow grew in size intensity, before it cascaded down the length of her horn and an avalanche in slow motion moved all the way to her forehead. Now the glow kept growing before it lanced out and hit the bed. The bed went aglow as its legs fused to the floor, before the pink front rubber sheet developed on the top of the bed.
“Excellent!” I exclaimed.
“That is your pink on this side and my purple on the other, with our respective marks to go with the theme!” she declared, while the horn still is fully alit with the glow of her Alicorn magic.
“Since your horn still is fully active, is the sheet lubed up?” I suggested in an excited giggle.
“Now it is!” she responded; with a dip in her magic, if but for a moment.
“Is it possible for you to apply saliva activated lubrication to the palms of your hands?” I inquire.
“You mean the lubrication is slippery, only after I am licking it?” she inquire.
“Exactly, and then it is inactive, after I lick it of!” I incite.
“Okay, since you are on top!” she responds, as she applies the requested lubrication, with her magic.
“Then I would love to see a pair of boots for us respectively, just to secure the one who feel like staying in place!” I added.
“That certainly could be arranged, if you think you need them!” she responded; just before the two pairs of boots slowly materialized just under the bed, the pink on the right while the purple was on the left side behind the bed.
“I take it you just press the mark in order to activate!” I prompted.
“Of course you activate mine, while I activate yours!” she explained matter of fact with a sly grin spreading out over her face.
“That certainly do add excitement to the game. Maybe we should try them out right now while we are at it? Then you could explore the little change and how we feel about it!” I incited.
”Right now?” she inquired.
“Right here, and right now. There is no time like the present!” I urged.
“Since you have the advantage of the initiative, you like to be on top, Pinkie Pie?” she insisted.
“Slip these boots on so we can get into it. I need to see just how much fun they can be. Besides, you need to be mounted and broken in right now!” I exclaimed.
“I agree, we need to try out the boots in order to see how well they work for us. Then we could as well explore me, while we are at it. With you on top, just for the occasion!” she pondered as she slipped the boots on and sat down onto the bed.
“These are exactly my size!” I exclaimed as I had slipped the boots on.
“Yeah, I certainly did get the size and fit down to an art, but magic is my strong suit, as it were!” she responded.
“Strong suit?” I giggled and nodded.
“If you lie down and place your hooves onto the floor. Just make sure to make yourself comfortable!” I prompted eagerly as I looked at my friend.
“Okay!” she agreed, as she slipped down onto the bed and made herself comfortable, before opening her legs and placing her hooves firmly onto the floor as I had instructed her.
“Perfect!” I told her as I pressed the mark on her right and left boot.
“Now, if you gave your hooves a tentative tug, in order to see if you got the boots just right!” I prompted eagerly as I looked down at Twilight, where she lies comfortably on the bed with her head on the pillow under the pink rubber sheet.
“Okay!” she inquired, then gave her hooves a tentative tug each.
“They don’t budge in the least, but the boots are refusing to slip off of my hooves!” she then explained, looking up, into my eyes where I stood on the right side, looking at her.
“If the boots don’t budge from either your hooves or the floor, you are set for the best mounting ever. Of course I will have to explore it for myself too, but I need to mount you first!” I pronounced with excitement shining brightly all over the room.
“You can as well get to your game, then I can help you exploring your boots, Pinkie Pie!” she confirmed from on top of the bed.
I sit down, a hoof on each side of the bed as I look at her face. Once on the bed, I place my hands on her waist, right and left, teasing her.
“How about you take the head in your hands, and feel it!” I pointed out.
“Oh, okay!” she responded as she lifts her hands and places them on each side of the now light purple matching the rest of her flesh.
“Feel it, feel yourself. Now caress it in order to get a good feel for it!” I prompted in more conspiratorial tones and a sly grin spreading over my face in anticipation.
“Oh, oh.. Ooooh!” she responded as she followed the instructions and started to stroke the smooth rubber.
“You need to get the full effect. I hope you are comfortable with how it feels, before I take over!” I followed up as I winked at her, slowly moving my fingers over the lower edge of her back as I hold on to her waist.
“Full effect. As in coming?” she responded as she continued to tease herself, growing more excited as she went.
“It is slippery and smooth. Exciting!” she prompted in reaction.
“Exciting? I guess you are going to enjoy what I have in store for you, Twilly!” I put forth.
”This is starting to feel good. It is just so weird, when I feel it in my hand!” she conceded.
“Just a moment longer, and I will alleviate the problem, even if I guess it is mainly in feeling the wrong gender in the first place?” I prompted.
“Yes, and no. I am a bit confused here!” she followed up, in honesty.
“So, in essence; your biggest problem is that you are inexperienced in pleasing yourself, as it were. Even if the gender currently is confusing you?” I suggested generously.
“In a way, it is just like when I sprouted my wings and ascended to an Alicorn and was crowned. I had never had wings before, and having them all of a sudden; they were in the way more than not. Now I am used to them!” she suggested hopefully.
“In that case, I think I can break you in, and have you getting used to it in no time. I am going to give you all the fun you can take, and then some more!” I proclaimed in the true Royal fashion.
“Now you are scaring me, I am not ready for as much fun as you are capable of treating me to!” she responded meekly, to what I had just promised.
“Just lean back; let me give you the time of your life, Twilly!” I stated, with exuberant eagerness and excitement.
“Do I have a choice?” she inquired, in a more worried tone of voice.
“Do you want choices, or are you merely worried out of insecurity and the lack of hands-on experience here?” I probed.
”I certainly had all the books I could wish for, but now you are giving me the experience to boot!” she giggled.
“Experience to boots and to boot. This certainly will be an experience for you!” I put forth.
“Yes, exactly! I am certain, you will make me enjoy this, quite Royally!” she responds.
“Well, well; in that case, I will just have to live up to your expectations from hereon in!” I promise.
“Oh, oh! Ooh! This indeed sounding promising!” she exclaim, in excitement.
“Since you are strapped in, it is my time to get this rocket up into the air and boost you into orbit!” I continue.
“Oh? I guess this will be a ride to remember, if you can do that!” she prompts.
“We have ignition; I repeat, we have ignition!” I exclaim in an excited voice, teasing her further.
“What is she doing, and how is she doing it; but she certainly does have me going and excited!” she thinks.
Of course, I had lubed her up and made her start to warm up. Her hooves stuck to the floor, and her legs spread wide open. I certainly do have her exactly where I want her.
She is licking her lips, in excitement; as I approach her.
“If you lick the palms of your hands, so that I can board you!” I incite.
“Oh, of course!” she responds, licking the palms of her right and left hand, not leaving the fingers dry.
As she does, the lube activates and leaves her hands slipper and wet.
“I am boarding your rocket!” I exclaim, as I sit down on the bed with one hoof on each side.
“Oh, oh!” she exclaim.
“I just need you to activate the cooling systems!” I point out; applying a clear, thick and very slippery gel onto my orchid and spreading it farther in.
With my right hand on her back, I push her head into place, before openly urging her on; just part your lips and activate with your tongue!”
“Oh, oh!” she sighs, as she places her lips on top of the mound and part her lips before she is licking the petals of my orchid.
First slowly and hesitantly, then with growing enthusiasm.
“Yummy, she tastes just like oats!” she ponders; “But, why do my hands feel so wet?” she continues.
“I need you to hold on to my waist!” I put forth, feeling her slippery and wet hands grabbing onto me.
“Slippery, so deliciously wet and slippery; I must focus, to hold on to her!” Twilight ponders, as she continues to lap away at my orchid.
Little by little, the slippery juices are coating her tongue; as it saturates her saliva, in the process. The distracted mare, never notice what happens to her.
“That should be just about right!” I put forth, helping her to pull back.
“I hope I am wet enough, for you; for here I come, prepare to be boarded!” I exclaim.
With that, I bed forwards and guide the head of her bro to the top of my mound, before I make the final push. I feel her slide in, with a generously wet plop. She eagerly slide in, before I had the time to prepare.
“Ooooh; ooh, ooh!” she sighs, as she is licking her lips.
“Ooh, ooh; so tight, I don’t think I could pull out!” she realizes.
“Not as long as I am on top of this!” I coo, in excitement; as I start to bounce my rump up and down, up and down over her hips.
“By the way; smack your lips for me, please!” I incite.
“Oh, okay!” she ponders, as she is taking my hint.
Only now, the thickening saliva on her lips prevents her from parting her lips.
“Mmhmmm!” she mumbles through tightly sealed lips.
“There, that’s a good girl; now just hold on tight, and don’t let go of my waist!” I coo, confirming her action.
I feel her slippery and wet hands, holding on to my waist; as I look deep into her eyes and continue to bounce up and down, up and down with deliberate, carefully maintained cadence.
I feel her inside me, hard and stiff. Slippery rubber slowly moving in and out, in and out; with each and every bounce of my hips as I remain tight and tightening up around her.
“Ooh, ooh; ooh, ooh! She is so deliciously tight!” she ponders.
“It’s about time!” I ponder, as I slide my hands down her body and in under her rump.
“She is not going to forget this, any time soon!” I ponder as I slip in the tips of my fingers over the rim of her anal orifice.
“Ooh, ooh; ooh, ooh!” she moans, as she is realizing where my fingers are.
I can clearly see the surprise in her eyes, and the excitement on her face; as her lips slowly turns into an oh, as I tease her with the tips of my fingers. For a minute, I just tease the rim; before I slowly start to dilate her.
“Beautiful!” I exclaim, as I see her glossy lips sealed over as she slowly tries to part her lips. Elastic gel, maintaining her mouth sealed tight; even as her lips slowly parts further and further in her current state of raising excitement.
Slowly, deliberately; I dilate her, inch by inch. I feel her excitement, as she is tightening up against the tips of my fingers.
Second, by second; slipping away. Focus, purposefully directed; on holding onto my waist. Fierce focus, pushing out anything and everything; as she holds on to me, with slippery hands growing wetter as we go.
On top, I bounce like a rubber ball; slow and steady, maintaining my cadence in order to push her all the way to the top of her orbit. I could not permit her to slip, or slip off of the rail now or any time soon. As pleasurable, as it may be on my part; I relish in seeing her smile and feeling her excitement under me and between my legs, as she holds onto my waist for dear life.
“So long as she is holding on to me, and as long as I can continue to dilate her; I have her in place, as I bounce up and down towards my goal!” I ponder, grinning in joy and excitement.
“Oooh, oooh; oooh, oooh!” Twilight ponders, to the cadence of my bounce up and down, holding her firmly in line.
“There, her first orgasms; and the next, and the next!” I ponder, as I feel her coming.
Over and over, faster and faster, harder and harder. Her focus pushing out everything else, as I bounce up and down, up and down. I tighten up, more and more; until I am hit by my very own orgasm, keeping to the cadence I hold her to.
I watch her open eyes glazing over in the ever mounting pressure of sensations and excitement I am pushing her through.
Focusing on the one thing, she no longer even see me before her; or hear my hard breaths slowly turning into laboured pants, as I continue pushing her ever further up.
There is no escaping, and not even I can break the cadence and what it does to the two of us at this point. No stopping, and certainly no slowing down or letting up. Not now.
I hear her heart, pounding hard and fast, in tune with my very own.
Time is slipping, there is no time. Only the unison and a cadence pushing us ever further up.
Up and down, up and down; up, up and further up towards the final peak of the promised orbit. My spirit soars, with her spirit right there by my side. Heart racing, coming hard and fast; orgasms so intense there is no words.
I hold on to my dwindling focus with fierce determination, as I make the final moves and corrections on the path to orbit. I peak, in unison with her right there under me.
I bounce up and down, with her inside me; teasing her now fully dilated orifice, with the tips of my bare fingers. Lost in the moment, I merely move and stay in orbit. I had peaked, now only waiting for the inevitable, when I am falling out of orbit and crush on the ground.
How long I stay on top of her, bouncing up and down, up and down; not even I know, maybe I am merely held in place by the boots fused to the floor and her bro inside me? I do not know, as if there is a point in caring? What I care about, is the joy and pleasure I grant her. There is nothing more, nothing else.
In the end, the inevitable comes to pass; climax is hitting me hard and fast, as if I had hit the ground. I feel her climax, in the instant I lose my grip and my fingers slip out of her. I should have known that this was inevitable, but I had gone ahead to grant her this one instant.
I find myself falling down, landing on her chest. She had guided me with her bro still firmly inside of me. There is no chance, of her slipping out of me. Her bro does not grow flaccid, like your average guy’s penis would have done. Just as he would never have lasted anywhere as long as she had.
For a moment, I just lie flat on her chest, while I gather my wits and build up the strength to push myself up. Hooves stuck on the floor, while the boots are fused.
I manage to sit up on her hips, as I breath hard to the rhythm of my heart still racing like crazy.
As I look down, I notice her eyes closed. A moment later, she manages to open her eyes and gazes right into my eyes. I feel my heart flutter, in that very one instant.
“Oh!” I gasp.
I raise to my hooves and continue looking into her eyes.
“Could you help me, my boots are still fused to the floor under the bed!” I point out.
“Could you help me, my boots are still fused to the floor under the bed!” I point out.
Her mouth is still wide open, just as it is coated with the now solid rubber. She gazes up at me, in amazed awe.
She just nods. Still too exhausted to waste breath on words, or just too dazed to think clearly enough to even try to speak.
She sits up and reaches down to the boots, fumbling frenetically; with the little energy she currently has available, to her. Moment by moment, but she soon manage to hit the spot and my boots release.
I bend down and release her, planting my lips on the tip of her muzzle in a kiss. My tongue slips out between slightly parted lips. I lick the membrane sealing her muzzle tightly.
As the tip of my tongue touches the clear, rubber membrane, the rubber slowly dissolves into fluid saliva. Just a moment after I finally do break the kiss, her muzzle is back to normal; as if nothing had actually happened, even if the consequences will be lingering within her mind for time to come.
“Oooh; that, that, that was amazing, and breathtaking!” she mumbles, just as she manages to catch her breath.
“Yes, it certainly was!” I respond.
She winks at me, and nods.
“Would you hold on to my waist? Lick your lips, then smack them twice!” I incite, with a wide grin as I wink at her.
“Like this?” she inquires, as I feel her still wet hands landing on my waist, holding on firmly.
“Exactly!” I respond, as I see her licking her lips in anticipation, just a moment before she is smacking her lips.
I place my hands on her his as she is licking her lips, sliding them forwards; feeling my fingers slide into her rear orifice as she is smacking her lips.
I tease the rim of her orifice, as I pull my hands apart; thus dilating her rapidly, close to the point of my comfort.
“Ooh!” she gasps, as her mouth goes wide.
She just gazes into my eyes, as the membrane is formed and her muzzle now is coated in clear rubber.
I keep her fixed with my gaze, as I keep teasing her for a minute. Just as I feel the first orgasm, I let go.
As I kiss her, I pert my lips and extend my tongue; licking the clear membrane, feeling it dissolving once more.
“How, how, how could you do that?” she merely mumbles, excitement glowing in her now wide open eyes.
“Let me demonstrate, please!” I put forth.
“Please do! I am all yours!” she merely responds.
“Exactly!” I point out.
“First; you place your hands on your hips, like this!” I point out, clearly demonstrating the point.
“Okay!” she responds, as she is mirroring my pose.
“Now you slip you hands back, feel the tips of your fingers slide in over the rim!” I continue.
“Oooh, okay!” she responds, as she follows my instructions.
“There; now you lick your lips and make a firm smack!” I continue; watching her, as she complies.
“Tease your orifice, by rubbing the rim; as you pull your hands as far apart as you can, dilating yourself!” I finish.
“Mmhmmm! Aaaaah!” she gasps, in response.
She feels her mouth go wide as she is dilating. The saliva had reconstituted into a highly elastic and adamant membrane between her lips and is now coating her entire muzzle.
“Keep teasing yourself, rub the tips of your fingers over the rim!” I urge her.
I gaze into her eyes, as they go wide in shock, fear, excitement and pleasure.
“Do by no means slip, but dilate yourself as much as you possibly can!” I instruct her, as I continue to gaze into her eyes.
“Yes, Mistress!” she ponders, as she complies.
“Oh, oh; ooh, ooh!” she ponders, as she is experiencing the tips of her fingers slowly rubbing the rim of her orifice as if it had been her orchid in the first place.
I continue to gaze into her eyes, as they slowly glazes over.
“Time to capture the moment, for her!” I exclaim, as I extract my can of lubrication.
“Oooh, oooh; oooh, oooh!” she ponders, as she is experiencing the first orgasm in this position.
With one swift motion, I uncap the can; before I scoop up the clear gel with my right hand, then slowly apply the gel to the tip of her muzzle. From there; I continue to coat the entire muzzle and spread the gel out over her entire face.
As I finished, I had left her face in a glossy state and feeling wet. With that, I cap the can, quietly.
“Time to watch, as she is enduring what I have exposed her to!” I point out.
She had not heard anything; since her eyes had glazed over.
“I guess this lends an entirely new meaning to the expression; glazed over!” I ponder, giggling at the silly pun.
Of course she is not holding back, in her current state; holding herself fully open, as she is caressing the rim of what is now to pass for her orchid. I am sporting a grin, so wide it would have scared even Princess Celestia herself. Very few can perform a wide grin, without even breaking a sweat, or making it into a toothy caricature of a Timber-Wolves grin.
No one can grin, out of true excitement and joy, to the point where they let go of the ground; though I have been seen, going ballistic in pure joy.
“Why does my cupcake look so delicious?” I ask myself.
“Maybe, because she is my very own, purple cupcake?” I answer myself.
“Yes, she is indeed!” I hear a discorded balloon respond, from just over my right shoulder.
Almost as if that had been my shoulder Daemon, in the form of one messed up balloon.
“And here, I though I had monopoly on talking to myself!” I hear another balloon on my left shoulder.
“This is Pinkamena Diane Pie, remember?” the first Balloon responds, smirking dangerously at the shoulder Angel.
For a moment, I consider ignoring them; but thinks better of it and make haste of it.
“Twilly will enjoy popping the two of you!” I point out, as I catch their respective strings.
I tie their respective strings to the nearest, safe object in sight. With that, I uncap the can of my lubrication gel. The one I just coated Twilight’s entire face with.
Once the can is open and the two balloons are safely bound in place; I scoop up a handful of gel and coat the right and left balloons, respectively with the slippery gel.
“Blurb, blurb!” they bubble, in a desperate attempt to reason with me.
Just that once the gel is coating the entire balloon, she is securely mute.
“There, that should do it; now I can watch her, as she is enjoying the rest of her treat!” I explain.
“Popping, is such a delicious word; even more so, when it is referring to a lubrication frosted balloon!” I ponder.
“Speaking of, there is one more thing to attend to!” I remind myself.
“Her head is delicious, when I have her coated in lubrication!” I giggle; as I apply the reminder of the gel in my hands.
“There, slippery and glossy; just the way I like my cupcakes!” I tease the balloons by my side.
“Quit squirming!” I giggle, as I watch the gel fusing to the rubber and transform the rubber it had been made out of.
While the two twin balloons continue their futile struggle, I enjoy watching Twilight enjoying herself in the grasp of my coercion and the gel I had applied to her.
Time slipping by, ignored; while the balloons finally gives up.
Twilight is panting, her heart racing; as she finally slip out, her fingers no longer managing to stay on the rim. As she is losing the grip, her fingers slip out and the dilation collapses with a loud and wet smack.
I step forwards, kissing her on the tip of the head; before I lick it clean and dry. Just as I had licked of the entire head, I slowly push forwards, accepting the head between slightly parted lips.
I place my hands on her hips, hold onto her and pull back before I am raising to my full height.
I slide my hands up to under her breasts, before I am kissing her squarely on her lips. Parting my lips and my tongue slip out and slide through the softening membrane into her mouth.
Slowly and deliberately, I lick her lips. I continue to lick the rest of her muzzle in a clockwise circle. Inch by inch, I lap away at her and enjoy the sweet frosting coating her face.
Minute by minute, I enjoy myself as I am accepting the treat that is the frosting coating her face. I continue, until I have liberated her entire face. Only once her face is completely dry, do I stop and take a step back.
She gasps. I can clearly see; just how much it had taken, as she is completely exhausted.
“That, that, that was wonderful!” she merely stumbles.
“I think you would need to lie down and rest!” I point out, as I am helping her back to the bed.
She follows me; limply, without any protest.
“Good girl, good girl!” I mumble, to her; in a nonchalantly, soothing voice.
“Yes, Mistress!” She responds.
“That was a blast, wasn’t it?” I inquire.
“Breathtaking, exhausting; but yes, that was a blast!” she adds.
“Just close your eyes, and hold on to the sides of the bed!” I instruct her.
She complies, and I grab a firm grip onto the shaft of her bro.
“Uh; oh, oh?” she mumbles, in response.
“Exactly!” I respond, before I pull the yellow out of her.
“That, feels strange!” she mumbles.
“Just rest, and I will be back tomorrow!” I point out.
With that, I pull a quilt over her body.
She soon wander of, into a slumber.
“You have a shock, by tomorrow; I promise you, Twilly!” I whisper, before I walk out and leave her to rest.
Pinkie Pie, is Pinkie Pie; there is no denying that, and we all knew it.
I wake up in a small, dark room; with a breathless feeling. I do however feel quite well rested, but can’t escape the feeling of my heart pounding hard and fast.
“Am I sick?” I ponder, before I have time to consider the situation.
“Why is the room dark, and what is the time!” I continue.
The room is empty and otherwise quiet. None to be heard or seen, not even a speck of dust.
“Oh!” I exclaim, as I open my eyes.
“The room is indeed dark!” I realize; “And why not?” I ponder.
“Of course, she did not want to disturb my rest and sleep!” I continue!”; “How thoughtful of her!” I then add.
“Luna’s Star Skape!” I realize, as I look up, at the mate black rubber coated ceiling.
I clearly see the pin-pricks, representing each and every star of the constellations she had put such effort into placing on the night sky. Of course, that had been a millennium ago, but it is still beautiful to behold; even to this day, I had to admit.
As I look around, I can clearly see the walls being laid with pink Cherry wood. The floor is naturally laid with pink Marble; how typical Pinkie Pie, but I do enjoy and appreciate the effort she put into this. All assuming, she had indeed made this on purpose.
This bed is mine, even down to the purple bed linen,. That is a gesture I could enjoy; until the dark thoughts start creeping in from the corners of the room.
“Wait, she did pull that yello out of my orchid; didn’t she?” I ponder.
While I am no longer stiff, I can still clearly feel a penis; where the bro had once been, the day before. All assuming it is indeed the day before.
Maybe I should not have, but my hand still stroke it; before I even realized what I had been doing, just to make sure it is what I thought I had felt.
"Pinkie Pie pulled out the bro, before I fell asleep!” I ponder; “But, this is my very own flesh and blood penis!” I exclaim, in confusion and disbelief.
Of course, she had licked it off, licked me clean; before she had pulled that toy out of me.
“That does feel good!” I realize.
I lick my lips, in excitement; but pull back, avoiding to smack in the very last instant.
“What if my lips were to stick together?” I ponder.
“I need to be cautious, so that I do not compromise myself; in an inconvenient, or embarrassing situation!” I ponder.
Regardless of the time of day, I can not stay on bed all day; if it is night or day right now, is utterly irrelevant to me. I am finding myself increasingly restless, if not outright bored.
I fold the quilt up, before I slide my legs on the right side of the bed. For a moment, I look at my very own hooves, as they dangle from the side of the bed. No, I am not at home, this certainly is not my bed.
There is a twin thump, as my hooves hit the floor and I am standing before the bed. The sound is muffled, but natural enough; for me not to consider it, or reflect on what it could possibly mean. The floor is Marble, and my hooves had not been touched or modified by any means.
Once I am standing on the floor, I afford the room a once over glance. There is nothing out of the ordinary; a marble floor and the wooden panel walls. Nothing unexpected, aside from the lack of outstanding features like doors and windows. No table, no nightstand and no wardrobe to be seen as far as the eye could possibly see.
Of course, if Pinkie Pie left me here; nothing is too strange, and nothing could have been foreseen. Even the Draconequus named Discord, is more predictable than her. If that does not say anything about the Draconequus himself, but it speaks volumes about the Pony.
After the cursory scan of the room, I turn around and fold the quilt back in what I imagine is its original position. With the bed prim and proper, I can focus on more pressing matters.
“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” I hear.
While the light overhead is steadily increasing, there is a momentary increase from where the mirror is.
“Good morning, Twilly; you have slept well, I trust!” she merely points out.
“Good morning, Pinkie!” I respond.
There is a fresh scent of newly baked pastries and frostings on the air, paired with the distinct scent of Rubber on the air. I also hear the rustle of her newly washed mane and tail.
“Yes, I do feel rested and relaxed!” I then add.
“Excellent, then I take it you are looking forwards to your breakfast!” she exclaims.
“As a matter of fact, yes; that does sound just about right, right now!” I respond.
One small detail, before I take you to the kitchen!” she points out, presenting me with a pair of black rubber panties.
“Thank you, Pinkie!” I respond, as I accept the mate black garment.
I step into the panties, only realizing the anal plug as it is hitting my rump on the way up. It is too late; for me to protest, or pull back at this time. With just a silly grin, I slip the panties all the way up; feeling the plug slipping in, securely plopping as I give it the final tug.
Feels good? Just a skirt and a top; and we are off!” she points out, presenting me with the skirt and top.
“Thank you, Pinkie!” I respond.
I accept the skirt and top in turn; stepping into and pulling down respectively. I give the cotton clothes a few tentative tugs, in order to ascertain the perfect and comfortable fit.
“Right this way, please!” she giggles.
“Uhm! Oh, okay!” I mumble.
“Distracted? Exciting!” she merely prompts.
I manage to follow her, without realizing she is approaching the mirror. I step right through, just one step behind her.