Pinkie Pie is in need of a different companion and helper, and thus ends up buying a human. They can be quite convenient and helpful, but be aware of the regulations and consequences.
If Rarity could open a second and third boutique, and Twilight is a Princess; why couldn’t Pinkie Pie establish herself a place of her own?
Ponyville is booming. Not just because of Princess Twilight Sparkle, Rarity’s shopping Empire and the effect the Apples had had on the town for ages, of course. Not even the new school of Friendship could claim the remaining honour.
While Ponyville still may be a small town, compared with Canterlot and Manhattan; it clearly is the place to go. All the comforts of home, while still calm and relaxing, if compared. Even with Everfree forest looming near by, this is an exciting place.
The Sugar-cube Corner is packed, to the point where one has to book a table. Even take-away food has to be preordered. Other establishments are suffering under the same pressure, even the otherwise less popular restaurants feel the pinch.
“While I know the Pies need me here at the cafe, but their store just can’t swallow all the hungry ponies and guests!” I ponder.
“Maybe I could ask Twilight, if she could find a property, on which I could build a cafe and establish a new business! I could take a bit of the pressure off of the industry!” I ponder.
"Twilight Sparkle is a Princess, she is bound to be on top of things. Otherwise, maybe Mayor Mare could find me the spot, for the purpose!” I ponder.
Besides, I need a lunch-break, could as well try to get this show on the road. With everything said and done, I step out of the cafe and bounce off towards the castle. While the castle may be well outside Ponyville proper, but the distance is not that intimidating to me.
On my way through town, I pass the market. Ponies selling all manner of things. If they are useful, safe or even legal; but the goods are traded and bartered for, all the same.
“This is not Trade Ya, but they still have more than I could dream up in a lazy afternoon!” I ponder.
One griffon even is trading humans, for various tasks and pleasures, from what I could see. I am just too busy, to stop and ask for details, right now.
The market is found fairly near the center of town, close to the business district where stores, shops, boutiques and restaurants are found. Maybe that is why it had caught my eye?
I continue towards the castle, hoping Twilight is actually in and available, when I reach my destination. I don’t really have the time to wait, and hang around; if she isn’t there as I arrive.
Thankfully, Spike is at the door, opening as I knock on the heavy castle gate. The Door swings open and I trot inside.
“Hiya, Spike! I hope it isn’t too hard on you!” I greet my old friend.
“Hiya, Pinkie. I couldn’t complain, but the position is starting to be demanding!” he responds.
“Oh, I know that feeling; all too well, when I tend the counter back at the cafe!” I respond.
“Oh, yeah; I have to preorder, these days. You never even needed to book a table, when Twilight and I moved to town. The idea was practically unheard of, none bothered with such formality!” he chuckles.
“These were the days; everything was so easy, back then! Which is why I need to see Twilight; urgently!” I point out.
“Of course, back then; I was merely a lowly assistant, of a mere librarian! I think she will be available, in a few minutes or so!” Spike responds.
“Guess I take the chance and stay, waiting for her!” I point out.
“She is always brightening the day!” Spike ponders.
A few minutes later, Princess Twilight Sparkle shows up. Spike’s estimate had been quite correct, as always.
“Greetings, Pinkie Pie; what can I help you with, today?” Twilight says.
“Greetings, Twilight; I was hoping you could find an estate, where I could establish a new cafe!” I respond.
“Considering the business, not even the Cakes would complain! I will see what I can dig up for you!” she points out, turning towards a small office.
I follow Twilight, into the room. Stopping by the map over Ponyville.
“Let me see, an estate for a business. I think there are a few remaining lots, one of which should be fit for preparing and serving food! I will have to direct Mayor Mare to open up a new residential district in the near future, though!” she declares.
“While I can’t play any favours on this, but your standing is exemplary, so I can still give you something!” Twilight adds, almost as an afterthought.
“Thank you, Twilight; you do know how much it means to me, and Ponyville!” I exclaim.
“Yes, I do know; the catering industry is about to burst, as it is!” she responds.
“Not every Pony want to make their own food, and it can be a hassle to find the time! There is also the growing tourist industry to consider!” I mention.
“If nothing changes, I will be forced to have the city center reorganized!” Twilight utters.
“While we don’t want to go to the extreme, but Ponyville was never set up to handle the bustle of modern life!" I respond.
“No, Ponyville was merely a small farming hamlet; now it is simply bursting at the seams!” she points out.
“Of course, I may have to ask you for another, and very different favour. I will come back, and check in with you; if and when I will need your assistance in the matter. You are after all the most prominent and capable Wizard available!” I point out, matter of fact.
“Thank you Pinkie Pie, for the confidence and compliment!” she responds.
"I don’t need you to raise or lower the sun or the moon, it is not a love or relation matter, and neither is it a cutie-mark business; so you are the best Pony available, and not just in Ponyville!” I point out.
“I guess I could manage to raise and lower the sun and moon, with considerable practice and effort; but so long as Celestia and Luna are handling these, I will not need to. Starlight Glimmer does manage the marks, pretty well; better than you need her to!” she explains.
“If I can count on the estate for my cafe, I will have to see Rarity; in order to acquire a uniform and working clothes for the business!” I add.
“I will just have to push through the paperwork, then you should have the key by the end of the week. If nothing urgent or unexpected comes in the way!” Twilight points out.
“Just enough time, for Rarity to fix my uniform and the first set of clothes for my new cafe!” I respond, grinning.
I had left Princess Twilight Sparkle to deal with her work, in the castle of Friendship. From there, I had bounced all the way back into town and managed to reach the center without any incidents.
Since Rarity’s boutique is open, I trot over to the Carousel and open the door. Of course, Rarity is inside, managing the boutique and arranging the ponequines in the window to the right of the door.
“Hiya, Rarity!” I exclaim, in my usual greeting.
“Greetings, Pinkie Pie!” she responds, smiling back.
“I will be needing a uniform, shortly! I was hoping you could design and craft it for me!”I continue, explaining my situation.
“A uniform, are you by chance establishing a new cafe or restaurant in Ponyville?” she inquires.
“Exactly! Since I know the business, I could expand the catering! Selling sweets, treats and other baked goods, serving customers; I know I can manage it!” I respond.
“If it had not been so hard to find a table at a restaurant, I would have worried about the competition with your current employers; but in the situation, that should not be an issue or a problem!” she points out.
“What kind of a uniform were you looking for? Aside from the obvious, it had to be pink?” she inquires.
“Pink, yes! I need a complete uniform; hat, top, skirt and a set of boots!” I point out.
“I think I can fix that. You hope for suction-cup, rubber boots?” she inquires.
“With three balloons, and named; the Pink Balloon!” I add.
“I can sketch it for you, right away; so you can see if it could work!” Rarity points out.
I watch the iridescent orb or blue light, magical orb appearing on the tip of her horn; growing in size and intensity, before it flows down the length of her horn.
She grabs a quill and dips it in ink, while pulling out an arch of parchment, before sketching up a set of ponies with the selected articles of clothing on. Each showcasing the uniform in a different style and angle.
“This hat, this top, this skirt and that set of boots looks good!” I respond, while I look at her scratching out my idea, before me as I am watching.
“I can refine the details, a bit further, if you like!” she points out.
“Thanks, Rarity!” I respond, watching her as she pulls out a second arch of parchment; continuing on what I had asked for.
“One small detail! While we are at it; could you make the boots to look, as if they are ending in equine or cervine hooves as two separate alternatives?” I inquire; with the hopes I could integrate the uniform for my intended staff to be as well, before I had hired anyone for the job.
“Pony and Deer hooves; as two separate alternative versions of a collected uniform? Something like this!” she intones, as she is sketching up two separate sets of boots.
I notice a few distinct changes to the original design of the set of boots; making the separate alternatives an integral part of the original design. Without knowing of the original idea; she had prepared for the knee-length boots for my employers to be, while she was at it.
“These are perfect, Rarity; this is why you are the CEO of a clothing Empire!” I point out, without as much as a trace of irony or sarcasm.
Of course, I had meant that with utter sincerity; that would have made Applejack and the Apples proud. Maybe there is stock to the notion of our kinship, even if we never did prove it back then. Maybe it had been best to leave the question open and the answer vague.
“I could have your first uniform-prototype ready by tomorrow, Pinkie! Would that be acceptable?” Rarity offers.
“If you can produce it by tomorrow, I will have the final and finished ensemble well in time for the opening of the shop!” I respond.
“I will just finalize these drawings and clean up; before I can get started!” Rarity adds.
“I will check in by tomorrow at lunch; if that is working for you, Rarity!” I suggest.
“After everything I have seen Rarity create and craft, I will trust her judgment, with the final details!” I ponder.
“Lunch, by tomorrow; I will see you by then, Pinkie Pie!” she responds.
“Thanks again, Rarity; and see you by tomorrow!” I respond.
With that, I trot out of the room; opening the door and step out. Once I closed the door behind me, quietly; I continue on my way to Sugar-cube Corner. I hope I can manage to have my lunch, before the lunch-break is at an end.
Business is as hectic as ever. Maybe opening a cafe is actually making it easier for the Cakes, even if I am taking a few customers from them. I fear they will have to hire additional personal, aside from me. I can’t be tending the counter every day; not with all my responsibilities I have been picking up. I am a teacher at the school of friendship, I am a member of the friendship-council and the party-planner of Ponyville. I could step down from neither.
I love working for the Cakes, at the Sugar-cube Corner; where I meet plenty of friends each and every day. I also love all the other responsibilities I picked up; helping the Cakes with numerous other tasks, when I am in Ponyville.
We can’t expect Cheeze Sandwich to come in and cover for me, as a party planner. Maybe I could ask Sugar Belle to cover for me, on a few occasions now and then; considering how she moved into town because of Big Macintosh of the Apples. Of course, Vinyl Scratch, also known as Dj Pon3 is liable to keep the town lively and up to the beat at all times, each and every chance she is given. There is always something going on in town, these days. Not like when I moved into town, when it was little more than the Apples running the show.
I had in fact managed to swallow the last of my muffins for lunch, even if I had been a bit worried at first.
As expected, business is indeed hectic. While we made a killing, in sales; the workload is taking a toll on all of us. Even the Twins are feeling the pinch. Something I really do not like, they are still too young to experience the kind of stress this is putting on us.
Once I had slipped out from behind the counter and left work, I had taken the time for a single muffin. I had to have something to eat, business on an empty stomach is a disaster waiting to happen. Even for me.
As the door of the Sugar-cube Corner had closed behind me, with its merry jingling chime; I bounce towards the market. Meeting ponies is inevitable, most all hours of the day; from dawn to dusk. I wave a hoof at them, one by one; enthusiastically and beam of a wide grin as I smile at all my friends.
This had been such a great day; everything goes as planned and my friends are smiling. With business booming, who has the time for a frown, even if it is tough to make time for the little things that change your day? Even if the little things never change anything, or save the world.
“Should I go straight for the target, or stop by any vendor, selling things I could make use of?” I ponder.
“No, I need to see this griffon right away; before he has the time to leave town, or he runs out of the one detail inspiring me to set hoof on this adventure!” I tell myself, giggling at the situation.
I still make the time; waving my hoof at every friend I meet, and smiling at any and all who may see me. I have no time to grow a frown.
"There he is, and he seems to actually have a few of these girls left!” I ponder; slowing down to a mere trot, as I approach the stand.
This may be a new stand, but I have no fear of griffons; as a matter of fact, some of my best friends are griffons too. I have no time, and little patience for separating friends by what they are, so long as they are friends.
If you are new, I make an effort; making you a friend and welcoming you to town. It is who I am, and what I do. Why bother changing it? That would be, as if I tried to make Applejack grow lemons?
“Applejack loves her apples, the very once she spent her life cultivating; she knows them, like the back of her hoof!” I ponder; giggling at the thought, as if it had been a silly new joke I had just heard.
I stop before the vendor griffon and smile at him, while eyeing the wares.
“Hiya!” I then add for emphasis.
“Hello!” he responds, smiling back.
“What kind of humans do you have? Are the girls fond of ponies?” I inquire, enthusiastically.
“These are intended for indoors use and those are for farm work! Since I am selling them in Ponyville, I would hope so” he responds, without going into any further details just yet.
Maybe he is waiting for me to ask for the details?
“Indoors sounds fine, and since they are supposed to be fond of ponies; I think I will have these three!” I conclude, pointing out the girls I found particularly interesting.
Of course, I had not even asked him; what the going price rate would be, but that had never bothered me before.
“Minimum price for an indoors girl is one hundred bits! That is fifty extra, while the other two are one hundred extra; landing at a total of five hundred and fifty bits in total!” he points out.
“Five hundred bits?” I try.
“Five hundred and forty bits!” he responds.
“Five hundred and ten bits?” I try.
“Five hundred and thirty bits!” he continues.
“How about five hundred, and twenty five bits?” I add.
“Done, five hundred and twenty five bits for the girls!” he responds.
“Okie dokie!” I respond, spilling bits on his counter.
“Here you go, have fun with your new girls!” the griffon adds.
“I sure will, see you later!” I respond.
“Nice doing business with you, Pinkie; and see you later!” he responds.
I had watched him release the girls, now taking possession of them. I will have to move slow, leading three girls through to me. They can’t keep up with a mare like me. I know I could have carried one, or possibly two, but three is a bit much. Maybe I should have had a cart?
I lead the girls out of the market area, while pondering where I should take them next. Ending up at Rarity’s boutique.
“Of course, I need to dress them up, properly; even if I guess they could walk around as they are. Not even ponies wear clothes all the time. While the more stuffy one in Canterlot likes to think we should!” I ponder.
“Interesting house!” the red-haired girl mumbles, as we approach the Carousel Boutique.
“It is a bit out of the ordinary, but Rarity is not an ordinary pony!” I respond.
The ponequines are lined up in the showcase windows, clearly demonstrating the current fashion line. Rarity had been working with these this week. Now she had put this on hold for the latest order. The order I had just given her a few hours earlier.
“Why are dresses showcased in the window?” the golden blond girl inquire.
“Rarity is a seamstress, she designs and craft these suits; for ponies to wear, if and when they so choose!” I respond.
“Ponies wear clothes?” the girl with her black hair in a tight braid along the length of her spine inquire.
“Yes, some of us do! Either for business, or for personal taste!” I respond.
The door bursts open, and three little fillies gallop out of the boutique. That is the cutie-mark crusaders, of course. Even after they had acquired their marks, they still do stick together. Since this is Rarity’s home, sweetie Belle still lives here too. Her friends had come to pick her up, for some reason.
Once the dust had settled, and the air had cleared; I take the lead, after the crusaders had passed.
“Right this way, I need you to see something!” I point out, as I lead the girls inside.
“Since Rarity already has a pet cat, she should manage; besides, she faced IronWill, the minotaur!” I ponder.
“Welcome to the Carousel Boutique!” Rarity exclaims, before she had seen who entered the shop.
“Hiya, Rarity; I know it is earlier than expected, but I have a second reason to show up right now!” I respond, explaining the situation.
Rarity giggles for a few minutes, as she is assessing the situation, and calms down to her usual businesslike manners.
“Wait; does this have anything to do with the peculiar details, you asked for?” Rarity inquires.
“If the particular details are peculiar, then yes!” I respond.
“Girls, this is Rarity; the seamstress whom I was hoping could help me fixing something comfortable for you to wear!” I then added, explaining the situation to them.
“While I usually do craft suits for ponies; I think I should manage to adjust the designs for your human girls, Pinkie Pie!” Rarity explains.
“Are you, are you making clothes; for us, to wear?” the blond girl exclaims.
“I guess I am. While it may be rare; but I do design and craft clothes for customers, other than ponies!” Rarity points out, addressing the girls.
“Maybe you should have a look, at the initial designs?” I suggest.
“You think! Are you saying; that we actually have a say, in the matter?” the blond inquire.
“Well, of course; we ponies are no brute ruffians!” Rarity exclaims, indignantly.
“We love beautiful dresses and fun parties!” I point out.
“All the benefits of sophistication, if you will!” Rarity explains.
“Some pony has to make the effort of crafting the dresses, and through the parties, of course; just as all ponies needs something to eat!” I add.
“Something good to eat? I think I like something good to eat, too!” the girls agree.
“If your idea, about what is good to eat is the same as mine; I could always share my good fortune!” I point out.
“A pink suit, with a balloon!” the red-haired girl inquire, looking puzzled at the sketches.
“I like pink, and it is my colour! The balloon is representing me!” I respond; “Can I call you Ruby?” I inquire.
“Oh, oh; but of course. I guess that would be okay!” the girl responds.
“How would it be, if I added a necklace to the uniform, for the girls?” Rarity inquires.
“Sounds like fun!” I respond.
“Are you sure, you want to give us necklaces, too? Just for a uniform?” Ruby responds.
“The gem on the necklace will be in the shape of the signature balloon, with a pink ring around it; while I will add a tiara, with a unicorn horn on it!” Rarity ponders, without saying anything.
“I have a necklace with a pink balloon on it, and Rarity has one with a blue diamond on it!” I point out, without revealing any further details.
“I rarely use it, but I still do have it!” Rarity confirms.
“While they do look great; maybe they are more of a part of a uniform, than actual jewelry?” I suggest.
For effect; I pull out an image, of us wearing the necklaces, together.
“How did you do that, Pinkie?” Ruby inquires.
“She stores all manners of things in her mane, but we gave up on questioning how she does that!” Rarity explains, giggling at the situation.
“How about this?” I inquire; spinning my tail like a propeller and take off, hover a foot above the floor.
“I think we are getting of the topic!” Rarity points out, redirecting our attention towards her work.
“Which boots do you prefer?” I inquire.
“I don’t know, I just can’t decide!” Ruby respond, looking at the sketches and the fragments of the assemblage of the first uniform.
“While I like the idea, but I can’t wear clothes intended for a pony; they will not fit my body, even if I wanted to try them on!” the braided girl points out.
“I will have to adjust the ensemble for you, girls; a little bit of effort, on my part!” Rarty assures the girl.
“Can I call you Emerald?” I ask the blond girl, while rarity is arranging the images and ponequines.
Of course, her eyes are green, and Emerald just feels right for her.
“Oh, sure; why not?” she responds, giggling.
“Ponies have so strange, funny names!” Emerald ponders.
“Ponies are strange, you know; Emerald, if you only knew!” I interrupt her train of thought.
“How did you know, or, how do you know, Pinkie Pie?” Emerald inquires; startled by my interruption of her train of thought, and my startling insight into what she had been thinking and what she felt.
“Since it isn’t strange enough, to see a pony craft dresses and sell them in a village like Ponyville? Flying ponies isn’t proof enough; when she answers your questions, before you had the time to voice them?” I inquire, giggling.
“I was never permitted to dream, of wearing a fine dress!” Emerald responds.
“No, but maybe you could at least feel as a pretty girl?” I inquire.
“If I need a pony, to make me feel pretty; who am I to argue? Why did you choose me, over all the other girls that griffon offered?” she inquires.
“Let’s see, twitchy tail? I sense things before time, and I know smiles!” I respond.
“A skirt and a top, that I guess I could get used to!” Emerald responds, as she casts a glance at what Rarity is working with.
“On second thought, I think I need a set of girlequines!” Rarity points out, more to herself than any pony in particular.
I notice how none of the girls is correcting Rarity for the poneish word for the item that is a tool in her trade. Did they never hear of these items? I said nothing, sparing the item for later; alone with Rarity, that is. It is not helping the moment, so why bring it up now?
“I will have to make a set of new sketches, for your suits of clothes, girls!” Rarity merely continues.
A stack of parchment fly into the room, from a drawer in the other room. The quill is moving towards the first parchment, drawing up a girl and line out the intended clothes on the first sketch.
“That looks like me!” Ruby comments, as she is noticing the minute details recognizable.
“But of course, my dear Ruby; of course it is, which is why I colour the gem red!” Rarity responds.
While Rarity was focusing on the girl now known as Ruby, I pick up a set of line art sketches. One for each girl, wearing my uniform. Each with a designated gem on her neck lace. A Ruby, an Emerald and an Amethyst.
I watch Rarity drawing up sketch after sketch; while I and the girl point out something. She adjust the next sketch, until the image is just right.
“There, I think you have the design down perfectly!” I conclude.
Each has contributed to the final design, each had been given something. Just that Rarity will have to craft each and every one of these suits.
“Since I have seen what I was looking for, I have a few items to attend to; I will leave you to perform your job, Rarity!” I add.
“I will see you, when your prototypes are ready!” Rarity responds.
“Did Pinkie Pie choose you; because she thought she could cox, you into speaking?” Rarity asks the girls.
“Now I really wonder, just what Pinkie Pie could possibly be up to!” Rarity ponders.
Of course, this is exactly when the door slammed shut before her, but with its usual, merry jingling chime.
Behind the door, Rarity is left in deep thought; as she is setting off to complete the commission she had so eagerly accepted, earlier. Had she changed her mind, it is far too late to back out now.
Several minutes after Pinkie Pie had left the Boutique, Sweetie Belle trots down the stairs; to see her older sister, Rarity.
“What were all these strange noises?” Sweetie Belle inquires.
“These strange noises, was from the three humans Pinkie Pie had just bought! She wants me to extend her uniform for them to wear, in her new business!” Rarity responds.
“Humans? I guess that explains the noises! I could not understand anything, or make out words!” Sweetie Belle points out.
Trotting from the Carousel Boutique, through town and all the way to the castle of friendship is a new experience for me, pulling three girls in tow. While I am seen, bouncing between the center to the castle each week; this is very different, to me. Maybe I have Rarity by my side, but I was never in charge of anyone; when I go to the castle.
I had waved my hoof to each and every pony, on my way to the castle; greeting the ponies and cheering them on, just as I do each and every day. I always wave my hooves at each pony I see, just as I always greet them and cheer them on. I love seeing them smile, happily.
The distance from Rarity’s Boutique, to the castle of friendship is not all that much, to me; but with the three girls in tow, it still does take time.
As I approach the castle, I slow down and finally stop by the door and knock. Spike responds, opening for me. He is looking curiously at me and my three human charges, chuckles; but in the end, says nothing.
“Hiya, Spike!” I greet him.
“Hi, Pinkie; here to see Twilight, I suspect!” he responds.
“Yeah, sounds like a good Idea!” I respond.
He steps aside and I trot in as she closes the gate behind us. I continue towards her office, where Twilight is currently held up; dealing with her official correspondence and regular duties.
“Guess I am lucky, not being the Princess! I don’t like all the paperwork and official grinning!” I ponder, as I continue towards my intended destination.
While the castle still is still just as empty as before, to the point where it is feeling deserted and abandoned; but there are more ponies here now than it had ever been before.
I find two armoured bat ponies standing by the side of the door. One is posted at the right, while the other is posted at the left side. While the Canterlot guards have a grey armour and the imperial guards have a yellow armour; Twilights guards clearly has a blue tint to them. For an interesting effect, these two guards has a dark indigo to purple coat.
“I guess, this is the Twilight guard!” I ponder; stabbing the snicker, before it is audible.
Both guards instantly rise to the ready, snapping to attention; as I approach. They soon relax, as they instantly recognize my visage on sight. Of course, these guards had to know who I am.
Twilight Sparkle could wipe the floor with these two guards in her sleep, if it ever came to that; but they still serve a purpose, upholding appearance and guarding the castle at all times. Even Princess Twilight Sparkle can’t be everywhere at all times. They also make ponies feel as if they are important, when they come to see the Princess.
Of course, I had seen just what Twilight could do; if and when she did let loose and actually applied force behind her spells. Even if she may have been backed up by Celestia’s and Luna’s power and had their full support, she had pulled these spells to yet unimaginable levels for an extended period of time. Not even Celestia herself ever showed that much raw power before. Twilight had been righteously pissed off and threatened beyond reason, but she had still cast all these spells by herself.
“Is the Princess in her office, by any chance?” I inquire.
“Yes, Chancellor Pink!” the guard to the right of the door responds.
There is a deep purple glow on the handle of the door, the door swings open and a purple face is seen behind the door.
“Greetings, Pinkie!” Twilight addresses me.
“Greetings, Princess!” I respond, with the guards watching.
“Come right in, so we can discuss in private!” Twilight adds, usher me into the room.
I step in, with the human charges in tow. Since Princess Twilight Sparkle doesn’t even raise an eyebrow, the guards ignores the human girls entirely. The door snaps shut behind me.
“Official business!” I exclaim, making a face.
I make a point out of not including the girls in the statement, they have nothing to do with this statement. I merely gesture to them, to follow me into the room.
“Yes, official Princess business!” she responds, mirroring my face.
“Good thing, you have friends who can pull you out of the funk!” I utter, permitting my face to brighten and a grin spreading over my face.
“Thank Celestia, for friends!” Twilight responds, permitting a brief giggle.
“I guess you could say that, Twi! What would I be without friends?” I respond, giggling and grinning at my friend.
“I would be stuck, up in the Royal library; even though I guess I did enjoy reading all these books!” she promptly responds; “Pink without friends; is a disaster, waiting to happen!” she then adds.
“I like books and reading too, but I need my friends by my side!” I point out, still grinning.
“I think I did need a moment with you, just for the longevity of my sanity!” she concludes.
“Yes, you most certainly do!” I respond, in a more serious tone of voice.
“You brought a human escort?” she utters, in an attempt to get back into the spirit of a lighter mood.
“Yeah, I did! They will need somewhere to stay, until I have the estate for my new business!” I point out, in response.
“Yes, but of course; which leads us to the next question. I take it, these girls are what is prompting the need for this favour!” Twilight responds.
“Exactly!” I respond; pulling three scrolls of parchment out of my mane, placing them onto the desk before my friend.
“A uniform enchantment, for the clothes the girls are supposed to wear?” she inquires, the curiosity piqued.
“Just a few details, I need to adjust!” I point out, pointing a hoof at the sketches.
“You need perfect fit, for these hoof boots. The skirt and top will be perfectly adorable, once Rarity has finished them. Scratcher-girl gloves; curious, but quite doable. The jewelry, looks fancy; but I guess we know our Rarity well enough, knowing she will add a little extra flare to the ensemble!” Twilight summarizes.
“I only need the enchantments, before the cafe opens; after Rarity completed the uniforms!” I explain.
“If you don’t mind, I would like to keep these for the duration. I can make a few notes on the back of the parchment, helping me in the effort of writing the spell-work for the enchantments!” she responds.
“I think I have the estate you were looking for! Just sign here, and I will give you the key. If it isn’t exactly what you were looking for, just come back and I will see what I can do for you!” Twilight points out, with her sweetest business smile plastered all over her face.
“Thank you, Princess!” I respond; as I pick up the quill with the tip of my tightly curled up, deep pink mane.
After a moment, I find the line and sign for the key.
I notice how the tip of her horn starts to glow. A bright, deep purple orb of magical light develops and grows brighter and expands outwards. The glow then continues like an avalanche down the length of her horn.
A lance of her magic opens a small door, then she is extracting the key I had been asking for; pulling out out and places it before me. I let go of the quill and pick up the key.
“Thanks again, Twilight!” I respond.
Once the deal is concluded, I raise to my hooves and step back from the desk. She follows suit and steps out from behind her official, royal desk. I give her a warm hug, which she is promptly returning in kind.
“No problem, Pinkie; I love to help you, whenever I can!” she responds.
“I guess I need to go and see the estate, so I can install the girls right away!” I point out.
“Of course; good doing business with you, Pinkie!” she adds.
"I will see you soon!” I respond.
“See you again, soon; Pinkie!” she responds, as she is opening the door for me.
I step out of the room, with the three girls in tow. I notice them grinning back at me. The guards return to their posts, as the door shuts behind me.
Spike is, where he was when I arrived. I could but guess, he had been guarding the door.
“I will be going now, have a nice day!” I add, as a parting word on my way out.
He holds up the door for me and my entourage, then promptly closes the door behind me; before he is returning to his regular duties.
“That went well!” I point out; as I trot away from the castle, towards the address engraved on the key.
Trotting to the estate, from the royal castle of friendship just outside Ponyville proper; takes me a few minutes, with the entourage of three girls in tow. Otherwise, I know I could have gotten here in half the time, hooves down.
The building looks fairly newly built and is not coated with any dust on the outside. I even have a small patch of green grass. The porch is painted white, considering how they did not know who would take possession and move into the estate. I guess I can’t blame them, for taking the safe choice. I could easily have it painted in pink, if and when I choose to.
I pull out the key from my mane and unlock the door without any fanfare or ceremony. Why bother, wasting the time on that now?
“This will be your new home, for now!” I exclaim, as I open the outer door on the front.
Behind the shiny, freshly white painted door, the hall is greeting me with medium dark stone tiles. The walls in the main area of the store is merely painted white. This is a fairly large boutique area.
There is a door to the main storage in the back, on the left side. Another large, empty white space. I have a flight of stairs, up to the living space, and another down to the basement.
To the right, I have the room, where the workers are supposed to cook and have their meals. There is also the restroom and the mares’ room. For now, I ignore the basement.
“I hope you will live on the second floor!” I point out.
I trot up the flight of stairs, only to find a hall. The floor is laid with medium dark stone tiles. The walls are painted a neutral white. I have the door to what is supposed to me my mare’s room and the shower. I have the kitchen on my right. The middle door leads to the living room. Behind the living room, I have a set of small rooms, fit for bed rooms, in which a girl could live fairly comfortable.
“Sorry, the house is not coming with furniture. We will simply have to make due, until I can buy the furniture!” I point out.
“At least, I guess we have a home!” Emerald respond, trying out a new smile of her own.
“I can’t buy the food to sell in the cafe, so I will have to bake and prepare everything by myself!!” I ponder.
“Yes, you still do have a home! I will have to buy some furniture and food for you to eat; I doubt humans can work or even live very long without anything to eat!” I point out, in response.
“There are plenty of vegetables for sale in the market!” Ruby suggests.
“Some of which should supply you with nourishment! I assume you will be able to prepare the food for yourselves, once everything is in place!” I add.
“Even a little girl could slice vegetables and whip up an edible salad!” Amethyst points out, grinning.
“Depending on what you like to eat; I could add it on my list of groceries I buy today, while I go out to acquire a few other items!” I point out.
“Some vegetables would be nice, even the griffons served us vegetables!” Emerald responds.
“I think I need to go to the market, so I can buy us some of these vegetables; aside from furniture!” I point out.
“Some vegetables would be nice!” Emerald responds.
“Please, stay up here; while I go out to bring home the food!” I instruct the girls.
“Okay, Pinkie!” the girls respond.
I trot down the flight of stairs to the ground floor, then continue to the outer door. Just as I open the door, I find Derpy standing before me.
“I have a delivery for Ruby, Emerald and Amethyst!” she exclaims, just as I open the door.
“Girls, come down for a moment; you have mail!” I exclaim.
“Rarity sent something, by Derp mail!” I ponder, while I wait for the girls to traverse the flight of stairs.
“Mail? For us?” Emerald inquires.
“Yes, for Ruby, Emerald and Amethyst!” Derpy Hooves responds, waiting for the girls to stop by the door.
“From Rarity!” Emerald reads, as she is accepting the package.
The three packages are not large, not large enough to hold anything special. I watch the three girls breaking the seals of their respective gifts.
“Oh!” Emerald exclaim.
“A necklace! I do believe Rarity did mention a necklace!” I point out
As I momentarily turn back, the mail-mare Derpy had already left. Of course she would fly away; she has other matters to attend to, in her mail-service.
“Rarity did promise a necklace!” I ponder, while I help the girls putting on their respective necklaces.
“Not used to having mail? I inquire; “Let me help you with these!” I then add.
One by one, they hand me their necklace and turn their back towards me; permitting me to help them, putting the necklace on.
“I believe there is a mirror, in the girl’s room. You should see how you look, with the necklace on!” I point out; instructing them to go upstairs, once more.
I lock the door behind myself, while they walk up to the living quarters. I imagine I see a hint of a smile spreading out over their faces. Who’s to blame them? They had just been given jewelry.
The door is open, as they take turns to explore the gift up close. The pink metallic necklace, with a gem in the shape of my signature balloon. Each gem matching their names; a Ruby, an Emerald and an Amethyst, respectively.
“They will learn the secrets after I get home!” I ponder; as I bounce off towards the market with two empty saddle bags on my back, the key and coins hidden within the tight curls of my mane.
While the delivery had been a bit unexpected in timing, I had been prepared for what it is to offer. The necklaces may look like mere jewelry to the uninitiated; but these does hold special powers, based on the enchantments placed upon them. I have a necklace, looking fairly similar; the element of laughter, but that is not what I have for my girls. The balloon is symbolizing the joy of lifting the spirits of others. Or, so I am prepared to claim.
“My girls will need their vegetables, and I will also need them for the cafe. I will need additional ingredients for preparing of baked goods. Aside from the furniture, to their home and my cafe!” I ponder, as I continue down the road, towards the market.
When I moved to Ponyville, the market was only open one day each week and just a few hours at the one single day; now it is open each and every day, from dawn and until dusk. The farmers maintain the tradition.
“Apples!” I ponder, as I see Applejack, on my way into the market.
Of course I will need apples, so I hasten my steps towards her, slowing down only to stop before my friend.
My saddle bags are filled to the brim, and I am satisfied with the catch of the day.
“I may have to order direct delivery of vegetables, from the farmers!” I ponder.
I have one bag full of vegetables, and another filled with baking supplies. How long this will last me, remains to be seen. I could but hope, I will not have to run around town several times each day; just to stock up on the supplies for the cafe.
Apparently, Twilight Sparkle had a little bit of shopping to do, herself. I am running into her, stopping on her right side.
“Hiya, Twilly!” I exclaim.
“Hiya, Pinkie!” she responds.
“Nice to see you, out of your office and in the fresh day in Ponyville!” I continue.
“Yes, I do need some fresh air; aside from a few groceries for my kitchen. Spike and I still do need something to eat!” she points out, in response.
“I am on my way home with the groceries, I bought for the cafe; now I just need some furniture, for the cafe and the girls!” I add.
“They would need a bed and a table with chairs; then you need furniture for the cafe, including the counter!” she responds.
“Most of which will be a bit heavy, and consume time to carry around!” I add.
“Quills and Sofas!” she mumbles, as the store is before us.
We promptly enter the store, examining the furniture inside.
“Anything I can help you with?” the owner inquires, halfway through the store.
“As a matter of fact, yes; I need a sofa, or two!” I respond.
“You have come to the right place, for acquiring a sofa; anything in particular, you are looking for?” he inquires.
“That one does look comfortable!” I respond; “I take one!” I continue.
“Two hundred bits!” he responds.
“Okelie, dokely!” I respond, counting the bits for him.
“Think you could tele-port the sofa over to the living room, of the cafe, Twilly?” I inquire.
“Shouldn’t be a problem!” she responds; ”I hope it is okay with you!” she then inquires.
“The sofa is paid for, in full; so I can’t complain, saves me all the effort!” he responds.
“One sofa, coming right in!” Twilight concludes; as she is tele-porting the sofa, directly into the living room, where the girls are waiting.
The girls are thrilled, while still surprised and a bit shocked by the sudden appearance of a new sofa into the living room. After a moment, they chance it and sit down in the sofa; finding it comfortable.
“How did that sofa get here, and where did it come from?” Emerald exclaims.
“I don’t know, but if it is here; I can only guess, it is safe for us to sit in!” Amethys responds.
“Good enough, for me!” Ruby agrees “At least, now we have somewhere to sit, it was getting tiresome to just stand up and walk around!” she adds.
While the girls marvel about the sudden appearance of the sofa, I continue to the bed store; with Twilight in tow. Her presence and cooperation is proving quite fortunate, to me. I guess she just needs to practice her tele-portation and application of magic.
“These beds seem a bit short for my needs!” I comment, as I notice that no bed is more than five feet in length.
“These beds are intended for earth-ponies!” Twilight observes; “Maybe you could have asked Celestia for a spare bed?” she then jokes.
“Yeah, I guess I could have asked her, but her bed would still be a bit wide for my needs!” I mumble.
“The yak beds simply would not make due, you can’t make them comfortable for your girls!” Twilight continues.
“Oh, yeah; these hay beds! While they smell good, the first few days, but they would not last more than a few weeks!” I conclude.
This is when the owner of the shop overhear our discussion and enters himself into the picture.
“Could I possibly be of some help? If you have special needs, I am certain I could be of help!” he explains.
“Exactly the stallion we need!” I ponder; “Since it is your store, you would know what is available!” I respond.
“Yes, I would, indeed!” he chuckles.
“I need three beds, six feet long, and three feet wide!” I point out, in response; explaining the situation.
“Right this way, I keep them in the basement of the storage area!” he explains.
I follow the stallion with Twilight in tow, expecting him to take us to the back of the store. Sure, we follow him into the storage and down a flight of stairs. There are numerous beds lining the floor to the right and left.
“So many beds!” Twilight exclaims.
“Ponyville is booming, and I need to keep up with the business so I can serve my customers every need!” he responds, chucking in glee over his fortune.
“I guess that is the point, that is why I need to set up the cafe in the first place! I need employees, and they will need somewhere to sleep!” I point out, as I am scanning the room.
“I have orders for beds, from anything, short of an Alicorn, these days!” he chuckles.
“Just wait; I may need a new bed, one of these days!” Twilight points out, poking the stallion with her right fore-hoof.
“That is something, I am looking forward to; just for the honour of delivering a bed to a Royal!” he mumbles; suddenly sobering up, from the merry mood.
“That is a very rare honour, particularly outside of Canterlot!” Twilight points out, with just a hint of giggle.
“Are these beds stack-able?” I inquire, as I see a group of beds, looking as if they were to fit the bill.
“That could be arranged, if you need them to be!” he responds.
“Either way, I take these three!” I point out, indicating the three I had selected with my right fore-hoof.
“One hundred bits each, but you can have the set for two hundred and fifty bits, Pinkie!” he exclaims.
“Deal, I take them!” I point out, counting the bits.
“I’ll throw in a set of pink bed-linen, just for you!” he adds, stacking the bed-linen, a pillow and a quilt for each bed.
“I hope it isn’t a problem, if I have these beds tele-ported to the intended location!” I add.
“Not really, you have paid for the merchandise!” the stallion responds.
“Okay!” Twilight concludes; just before the three beds vanishes out of the shop, only to appear in the bed rooms on the second floor.
“I took the liberty of making the beds, while I was at it!” Twilight then adds, as we are trotting towards the exit.
“I will need tables and shares, for the cafe; if it isn’t asking too much of you, Twilight!” I point out, just as the door to the shop slams shut.
“I think I can spend a few more minutes with a good friend, before I finish of my business on town!” Twilight responds.
“Thank you, Twilly!” I exclaim.
“Besides, I still need the exercise in applied magic, Pinkie!” she adds, quickly.
“Let’s see, what is next on the list? I need tables and chairs; then I will also need a counter and display cases for the baked goods and other sweet foods, I intend to offer my customers!” I point out.
“Then we head for the table and chairs, first; your girls are in need of them right now!” Twilight points out, suggesting the direction.
Of course, even now with Twilight by my side; I do not stop waving my right fore-hoof at every pony and friend before me, and cheering them up as I go.
“That store looks promising!” Twilight suggests, as she is leading me in the direction of the store selling chairs and tables.
“If they sell chairs and tables, we could as well have a look inside!” I respond.
The doors are wide open; and the store is filled to the brim with exactly that, chairs and tables. Some higher and some lower. Most of the furniture is crafted out of polished wood. Apple, oak, beech and a few other types of wood. Durable and strong, as well as exclusive and fancy once.
“Think they have tables for humans, crafted out of apple?” I inquire.
“Wait, that entire section of tables and chairs are apple wood furniture!” Twilight points out.
On second thought, she certainly is quite correct. This section is dedicated to apple wood exclusively. Looks as if that is in the honour of the founding family of Ponyville, the Apples themselves. Who still does live on the old farm.
“That table looks just right, for your girls; and comes with six chairs, that should be comfortable enough for them to sit on!” she points out, pointing at the table in question.
“While I only need three chairs, but I guess I could take the table; these chairs do look, as if they should be comfortable for my girls!” I concede.
“I could place a temporary, pink hologram on this table; while we are looking for the other tables you need!” Twilight suggests.
“Thanks, Twilly!” I respond; “That sounds good!” I continue.
With a quiet flash, a pink hologram appears on the table, looking like a pink pony dancing ecstatically.
“That should be easy enough to recognize!” she points out; as we continue searching for tables and chairs, for the cafe.
“No pony would put up a pink Pinkie Pie hologram on an item. Not just to confuse me or hold it for later!” I agree.
“That table should be just right, at your cafe!” Twilight points out, pointing her right fore-hoof at another table.
“A dozen of these should indeed feel right at home, at my cafe!” I agree; “These chairs would be comfortable!” I add.
“Our visit in this store is almost at an end; but that small set of tables should be just right for that sofa, you bought earlier today!”she points out.
Twilight lights up new holograms on the articles I found for my cafe. A few minutes later, a store clerk shows up by my side, asking; “How can I be of service? Anything you need?”
“This set of tables, a dozen of these tables and that one table over there!” I respond.
“Three hundred bits for the table with six chairs, eighteen hundred bits for a dozen of the cafe tables and one hundred and fifty bits for the sofa table set!” he explains.
“Fifty bits per chair, makes two thousand and four hundred bits for the chairs!” he adds.
“Four thousand and five hundred bits, for the entire order!” he then concludes.
I count the bits and pass over the bag of cash to the stallion; “Is it okay if I have the furniture tele-ported to the location I had intended to use them?” I inquire.
“If you can safely tele-port this much furniture, by all means; you have paid for them, and it would clear the space for me, while it should save me the time and effort of having them out of the store!” he points out, chucking at his luck.
This is a fairly monumental sale on his part. Not every day a pony buys more than a table and a few chairs to go with it.
The first table shimmers, while Twilight dissolves the hologram and tele-ports it into my kitchen. The set of sofa tables is next, followed by the furniture to fill up my new cafe. The holograms extinguished, one by one; as the furniture is popping out of the room. A moment later, each piece of furniture is appearing in the intended spot.
There is a gasp, from my three girls; as the set of tables appear before their very eyes.
“Where did the table come from? If I am not imagining that there is a table before me!” Emerald exclaim in obvious excitement.
“It came out of thin air, we all walked exactly where the table is standing now! Yes, the table is there; alright!” Amethys responds, as she is patting the surface of the table with her right hand.
“At least, Pink did find a table, for us; maybe she is bringing home the food and beds too?” Ruby suggests.
“Even if we have been stuck here, waiting; it seems Pink is far better, than the griffons who previously owned us!” Amethyst points out.
While the girls are amazed by the appearance of a table in the living room, I follow Twilight to the next store on the list. A few minutes of trotting with Twilight, we enter the store.
“Greetings, and welcome to my store!” a mare exclaims, as I enter the store.
“Hiya, I need a counter for my cafe, and a few display cases for pastries and baked goods!” I respond.
“That is exactly what we have in this store!” the mare responds.
“Apple wood counters?” I inquire.
“Right this way!” the mare exclaims.
“This one does look good, should be stylish enough for me!” I respond.
Twilight places a holographic Pink onto the counter; watching the miniature pony bounce around, joyously on the counter.
“That is a fancy little trick! You are Twilight Sparkle?” the mare responds.
“Yes, that is me!” Twilight responds, giggling.
“Full height, chromed, stainless steel cases, with glass walls and shelves?” I inquire.
“Right this way, please!” the mare responds, and we follow her to another segment of her store.
“Four feet wide, one foot between the shelves; this looks as if it should be at my cafe!” I point out.
“How many do you need?” the mare inquires.
“I take five of these!” I respond.
Twilight places a new holographic marker on the counters I had pointed out.
“Three hundred bits for the counter, seven hundred and fifty bits for each; that makes four thousand bits, for the counter and the showcases!” she concludes.
I count the bits and push the bag of cash over to her.
“Is it acceptable, if I have the items tele-ported, directly to the cafe?” I inquire.
“By all means, you have paid for them; if you feel competent to tele-port these to the intended address, who am I to complain!” she responds.
“I think I can manage these!” Twilight explains with confidence, as the first marker is vanishing; just a moment before the piece of furniture disappears from the shop. The next moment, the item reappears in the cafe. One by one, each item disappears; then reappears in the exact spot, where it had been directed to.
“I guess you have yourself a cafe to open, Pink!” Twilight points out.
“Yes, I guess I do!” I respond
“If you need any more home-deliveries, feel free to ask me tomorrow!” Twilight offers.
“Thank you, Twilly; I will be sure to remember that!” I respond.
“See you tomorrow!” she responds.
See you tomorrow, Twilly!” I respond, as we trot out of the store.
I bounce back to my new cafe, saddle bags filled with supplies and food; while Twilight trots towards the castle.
Once I reach the cafe, I slow down to a trot and stop before the door. I unlock the door and step right in; only to close the door behind myself, quietly. There is no chime, by the door; but I guess that could wait.
The counter is facing the door, with showcases to the right and left. The showcases are empty, but otherwise fully operational; waiting for the pastries to showcase, for the eager and hungry customers.
I notice the tables, lined with chairs spread out on the floor. This is exciting, and I do indeed have a cafe to open, in time for the rush of hungry ponies; tomorrow morning, now I just need something to sell in the showcases.
I negotiate the flight of stairs to the living quarters of the girls I employed. They sit in the sofa, staring at the table Twilight placed there before I trotted out of the store in which I bought it.
“Hello, any hungry girls here?” I inquire, almost as their St. Claws would have exclaimed on their Christmas Eve.
Of course, we call the holiday Hearth’s Warming.
The girls just stare, but the attention is shifting from the table to me and the saddle bags I am carrying.
While they rise to their bare feet, I turn to the kitchen and unpack everything I am carrying. Once the saddle bags are empty, I fill the fridge and shelves with groceries. I feel their eyes glued to me, as I work my magic.
“A table and chairs!” Ruby exclaims.
“Food, tons of it!” Emerald fills in.
“Is any of this for us?” Amethyst inquires; skeptically, but with a hint of hope and expectation.
“For now, it is all yours!” I point out, explaining the situation.
“Are you trusting us, with baking?” Amethyst inquires.
“Yes! By tomorrow, you will be enjoying the pleasure of seeing ponies smile; while you serve them, at the cafe downstairs!” I point out.
“Why does this feel so familiar? I have never baked in my life, and I have never enjoyed to see ponies smile!” Emerald points out.
“I know I am not you, or pink; but I feel a connection, beyond being your property and pet, Pink!” Ruby suggests.
“The necklace, Rarity crafted for us!” Amethyst concludes; knowing the truth of it, as if she had already known it instinctively, all her life.
To the Rarity, and Back; An Episode of the Derpy Mail: 8
I had left my cafe, with the girls fed and content. Bouncing down the flight of stairs, before I had opened the door; stepped out and closed the door behind myself and locked the door, before I bounce over to Rarity.
She had managed to finish the necklaces before I got out on my shopping spree, after all. Maybe she had managed to complete something more.
I had slowed down to a trot and stopped before the door, before I step into the Carousel Boutique.
“Greetings, Pinkie; I have been expecting you!” she exclaims.
The boutique is empty, save for Rarity herself. Sweetie Belle is with the other crusaders, on some adventure. Even if she has her mark, she is still eager to go on a few adventures with her old friends.
“Hiya, Rarity!” I respond; “I guess I should have been expecting it!” I ponder.
“The necklaces are appreciated, I take it!” Rarity inquires.
“They are gorgeous, the girls love them; they seem to fulfill every possible expectation!” I respond.
“Great! I have been putting some effort into the uniform, I hope the ensemble will be to your satisfaction!” she continues.
“Oh, let me see!” I respond.
“Right this way, please; I feel secure in the design, such as you outlined it!” she points out; as she is leading me to the ponequin and girlequins, showcasing the designs.
“What can I say? You went ahead, and had each piece of these enchanted?” I point out, declaring my excitement.
“Yes, I did; but then something struck me, based on your more specific instructions! I am considering a few items, for the pleasure and endearment of your girls!” she points out, pointing her right fore-hoof towards a new set of sketches.
“These are no mere jewelry, are they; Rarity?” I inquire, as I adore the work she had put into these tiaras for my girls.
“No, which is the point; I could not help myself, Pinkie Pie! I just had to push this to the limit!” she responds, beaming with joy and pride.
“Why does it look, as if they are adorned with horns or antlers?” I inquire.
“Oh, deer!” I then add, giggling at the cute image she had made out of the girls.
“If they work, as I had intended; you will see, just how much fun this could be!” Rarity points out.
“Take your time, Rarity; once you feel confident in the product, the girls will love wearing them, I promise! They will love the Derpy-mail, just as much as Derpy enjoys delivering them, too!” I respond.
“I addressed the package to the girls; but I guess you noticed, anyway. Then again, you could know, even if they were not wearing them!” Rarity pointed out, giggling at the mere notion.
“You could take them of?” I inquire.
“You could, but no pony else; not even the girls themselves!” Rarity explains.
“Almost like the Alicorn Amulet?” I suggest, with a distinct darkness developing within my voice as I spoke.
“When you put it that way, Pinkie; that does sound a bit menacing, indeed!” Rarity agrees.
“While the girls are no ponies, and the letter of the law may be in dispute; but they need to be respected!” I point out.
“I know!” Rarity responds.
“Good; because Celestia would not be pleased to know of a new incident, like the one with the Alicorn Amulet or something to the effect!” I whisper.
“Would Twilight willingly agree to applying such an enchantment?” Rarity inquires.
“No, and I doubt she could perform it; if she was forced to!” I point out, permitting a new smile spread on my face.
“I hope you are correct, Pinkie; because if she could and actually performed that, not even Celestia knows the scope of how wrong that could go!” Rarity whisper, as if merely speaking the words could make something go wrong.
“The uniforms look great; excellent work, Rarity!” I point out; as if to dispel any bad luck, brought up by the previous topic of discussion.
“Thank you, Pinkie Pie; would you like to try it on?” she inquires.
“Yes, please!” I respond.
I put on each piece of the uniform in turn, as Rarity is pulling the items off of the ponequine before me. Just for the fun of it, I slip on the deer-hoof boots. While I know the boots are the same fit and feels exactly the same; they look slightly different, before I try them on.
As I pull the boots on, they feel fairly normal; the changes only occur, once the entire set of boots are on. I see how the boots tighten up, outwardly; but inwardly, it feels as if nothing had even happened.
This is my uniform, and it fits perfectly; each piece of the ensemble, or suit just slipped right on and feel just right. Assembling the uniform is easy, almost too easy. I trot around her boutique for a few minutes and even bounces around.
I slip the boots off, before I slip on the version with pony hooves. The boots feel identical; but the impression outwardly is drastically different, even if the changes only differ enough to make for the effect. I trot around and bounce about for a few more minutes to get the feel for the boots. In the end, I slip out of my uniform and put it into the box.
While I pack my uniform; Rarity had packed all three uniforms, for the girls. She had even put a bow on top of the packages, after gift wrapping them. I take the time to count eh bits and leave her what we had agreed upon before she started.
“The girls need me, I will have to go and see them before bedtime!” I point out, once Rarity had packed the last of the uniforms.
“Okay, Pinkie; I understand, I do have a business and a life of my own, to take care of!” she responds, with a grin.
“I will see you soon, and thanks again, Rarity!” I respond, as I move towards the door.
“See you again, Pinkie; and thank you, again!” she responds, as I open the door and steps out.
She quietly closes the door and returns to her work, while she is awaiting the crusaders back from the adventure.
I bounce towards my cafe, stopping short and trot up to the door. Once inside, I bounce up the flight of stairs, only to find the three girls enjoying a batch of muffins.
“Hiya, Girls; I brought in your uniforms, so that you have something to wear at work!” I exclaim, in a jolly excited greeting.
“Hiya, Pink!" the girls respond; finishing of the muffin they were chewing on, before raising to their feet.
“At least, they are not starving; and they are happy!” I ponder; as I watch the girls open their respective box, containing the uniform.
I notice how they pick up their panties and step right into them, before they step into their respective skirt. The top is pulled down over the head, before they slide in the right hand into the glove and pull it on, then the left glove.
“Do I choose this or that pair of footwear?” Emerald inquires, confused and curious.
“That is the point, I left you with the choice!” I respond.
“Cervine or equine hooves?” Emerals inquire, giggling at the curious designs I had incorporated into the uniform’s design.
“Just pick one, and wear the once you feel more comfortable with!” I point out.
“The uniform is indeed a bright pink, but their skin is a marshmallow white. The rubber clothes blends right in; since their skin is naturally void of fur, unlike us ponies!” I ponder, observing the girls before me.
Their arms came out just right; emphasized effeminate and slender, while the fingers are slender, ending with inch long, semi square, crystal clear nails. Not to mention the bright, cerise and highly sensitive touch pads. Nails and pads starting just after the final joint of the finger; only to blend at the end of the tip, of the finger.
“Are they too excited, to notice?” I ponder, giggling at the excited girls.
“Or, is it the choice that is distracting them?” I realize, just a moment later.
Either is fine, as long as they are happy and smile. I just hope, they will help me; putting smiles on ponies faces and spread joy in town.
Emerald and Ruby ends up choosing the equine hooves, while Amethyst chooses the cervine hoof design. Each happy with the choices and proud of the new looks they had been given.
“Feel free to enjoy the suits tonight, tomorrow I expect you to be in uniform when the cafe opens!” I point out.
“Yes, Pink!” the girls chorus, as one.
I am glad, they do not refer to me as mistress or master. Shuddering at the possibility what other awful names could have been applied to me. Whatever the griffons could have used for discipline, before they arrived in Ponyville. Maybe it is just the thought, of what could have been; rather than the knowledge of what they actually did, to these girls.
“At least, the girls are happy now, while under my care!” I ponder.
I had asked Rarity for a specific design; for the uniform to look just right, so they could live and perform in earnest joy. The suction-cups for the equine boots is clearly a bonus. Now I could but wait, to see the final part of the uniform; gifted by Rarity herself. That would simply have to wait, for tomorrow is another day.
I can hear the little squeaking noises from the hooves, as the girls move around in the room. I do find this cute and endearing, to be perfectly honest; which I have to be here. Not just for Applejack; who is a very dear friend, of course.
“I will have to leave them here, over the night!” I ponder.
“You know where the food is, and where all the baking supplies are?” I inquire, more to make sure they know.
“Yes, in the kitchen!” Emerald responds.
“One small detail, before I go; you need to know where your beds are!” I point out.
“We have beds, now?” Amethyst inquires.
While the building is white and in general unadorned, there is the one small detail, there is a gem on each of the doors to be bedrooms for the girls.
“You see the Ruby, Emerald, and Amethyst of these three doors?” I inquire.
“Yes!” Ruby responds.
“Yes!” Emerald responds.
“Yes!” Amethyst responds.
“These are your bed rooms!” I point out, indicating for the girls to check out for themselves.
Each girl walk to the door indicating their respective gem, opening the door; only to see the bed already perfectly made, for them.
“Yay, I have a bed!” the girls exclaim, enthusiastically.
“A final detail; for when you do need to go! This is the girls’ room, where you take care of the urges!” I point out, indicating the door with three gems in a formation.
“Okay; thank you, Pink!" Amethyst responds, for the three of them.
“Then you can handle yourself, over the night!” I point out.
The girls nod and return to prancing around the room. The exploration, apparently captivating them for a while longer. While they are distracted, I bounce down the flight of stairs, open the door and exit; before I close the door and locks it. Once the door is securely locked; I bounce away, towards the Sugar-cube Corner.
It is early in the morning, as I wake up in the freshly made and squeaking clean bed.
“That is odd, even if I do recall going to bed in this bed; I am used to lesser sleeping arrangements, from when that griffon trader owned me.
Of course, he is a griffon; but what would a griffon care about comfortable or clean beds? Where did that question come from, none had ever explained about griffons, ponies or the cultural differences between the respective peoples.
“Am I going to experience these unexplained questions often?” I ponder, as I realize the situation.
The pony known as Pinkie Pie is my owner now. She is of course owning this entire building and the cafe; right along with me and the two other girls I am currently sharing this home with. Maybe I should not complain? The other girls are fairly nice, and I do enjoy the presence of this pink pony, named Pinkamena Diane Pie.
“The name is strange, in so many different ways; my head hurts, if not for Pinkie herself!” I ponder.
Of course I never considered to remove the collar, or necklace she had given me. It is not for a mere girl to question the owner of her. If said owner is as nice as Pinkie is, it is merely unthinkable to protest.
“Is it a genuine gem? Is that actually a Ruby?” I ponder; knowing that there isn’t anyone, or anypony to answer the question here with me, right now.
In the end, I fold up the quilt and slip my legs out from under the quilt. I open my eyes, only to see that I am still wearing these boots, Pinkie Pie gifted me with. Of course, she never told me to take them of; maybe that is why I forgot to slip out for them before bed? Aside from the fact that these boots are so comfortable, they are practically growing on me.
“Why did she choose this design for the boots I am wearing?” I ponder.
I had chosen the equine model, over the cervine; since she had told me to choose. I never considered to try the other pair on. Maybe I should have, or maybe it is just as good that I never did.
I barely feel the pink rubber the boots are made out on my skin, that is how tight and exact the fit is. Should I have been worried? I have slept on the matter, finding this quite acceptable and comfortable.
Of course, I wear the entire uniform; including the top, the skirt and the panties too. I did actually take that hat of, before I went to bed. It is in fact resting on the nightstand.
As my legs slide out from under the quilt and I sit up, my hooves slide down and hit the floor with a characteristic squeaking little noise. Something I will simply have to get used to, now. It does not bother me; it isn’t that loud or bothersome to me, in the first place.
I feel the floor distinctly, under my bare hooves; which is how I am going to refer to it, from now on. While I could take these boots of off me; even if just to swap between one pair of boots to the other. I will assume; that the option to choose is still open, to me. She never told me; that the choice is permanent.
I raise to my hooves, from where I sit at the edge of my bed; turn around and fold the quilt back down and make the bed perfectly smooth. At least, it will look good; I will simply have to experience the bed tomorrow, to make up my mind on this matter.
Once I had made my bed; I turn, bend over and pick up the uniform hat Pinkie had given me to wear. Now I put the hat on my head and stand up, once more.
“Wait, something is missing!” I realize.
It is as if I had been told to wear one more item, which I had never been given. It is the hat, that reminds me of the missing item; as if the hat is somehow linked, to that one missing item.
“What could it possibly be? I am missing something and it is not in the room!” I ponder.
The missing item simply has to wait, for when it is presented to me. Hopefully, later today. The Derpy-mail had delivered my necklace, so maybe that grey mare could deliver the missing item. I enjoy the enthusiasm the mare had and still is radiating.
“There is something about that mare; I just could not help, but enjoy about her!” I realize.
It certainly is not the yellow hair, or the gray coat of fur; but something from deep within her very personality. She makes me feel happy, when she is close by. I had found her to be the kind of pony you just can’t help but enjoying.
“If I bake lemon-surprise muffins, maybe she comes over to the cafe?” I ponder, not knowing why I should be baking that particular flavour.
“Of course, that is life around Pinkie Pie!” I ponder; even if I had never had the chance to be around her, long enough to know of this.
If I wear the complete uniform, I do not need to look for any clothes to wear. Not that I had needed to wear clothes among ponies, would I? At least, ponies rarely need clothes in Ponyville.
I had not been in Ponyville long enough, to know just how warm and friendly the place is. The rain only comes, because the ponies called it fourth; aside from the weather-systems that hails from the forest of Everfree, of course. Nothing works right, there; from what I understand.
“Um, why do I keep having these images, flashes and strange memories I can’t account for?" I question.
“It is Pinkie Pie, of course; nothing works normally with her!” I realize.
“It is, as if one is the shadow of the other; I just do not know if it is the pony or the forest that is the shadow of the other!” I think.
I still see the nightstand by the side of my bed, now empty and devoid of the hat that had been its purpose all night. The walls are blank and white, just as the rest of the room. It is so white; I can barely even make out where the door is, if it was not for the handle. Is there a wardrobe? I can’t make it out. I simply can’t see it.
In the end, I walk over to the door and open; steps out of my room only to find myself outside and close the door behind myself.
“The kitchen!” I mumble, quietly in the hopes not to wake anyone up.
“Baking, baking; baking muffins, sweet and sour like a lemon surprise!” I hum, as if it had been a catchy song.
Maybe I should be baking these muffins in the kitchen, in the cafe; but I do not feel like going down there, just yet. Not before breakfast, anyway. I had not been told, I need to bake in the cafe kitchen, either.
While the oven will be larger, and thus capable of swallowing larger plates; making it easier to bake faster and larger pastries than I could in this personal kitchen.
I stack three plates of assorted muffins, placing them on the kitchen table; picking a muffin from one plate and chew on it, thoughtfully.
Maybe I should have a few leaves of salad? I pull out a few bowles containing sorted vegetables; slipping a pinch of this and a pinch of that in a bowl for myself and place it on the table. The barely moist vegetables looks delicious, on second thought. I sit down in my chair and pick at my salad with my hands and stuff my mouth and chew.
My hands are not exactly bare, so long as I am wearing these gloves Pinkie Pie gave me; yet they feel as if they had been bare, nonetheless. Maybe this is the same enchanting illusion that makes my boots feel as if my legs are bare. Which is what makes me refer to what had been my feet, as hooves now.
Once I had emptied my bowl, I push the chair back and raise to my hooves. From there, i trot around and gather the ingredients to bake the desired muffins. I return to pick up a muffin and chew on it as I bake.
Once the dough is ready, I leave it to rest for a moment, while I am snacking on more of the remaining muffins of yesterday. Should I have been worried, that we actually still do have any muffins leftovers from a day before? I guess this is due to the fact that we have not opened the cafe for business just yet. Once the cafe is open for business with customers, there will be no leftovers a day after baking.
“Was that another pink-influenced thought? Worrying about muffin left-overs from a day before?” I ponder.
"Now, that is just weird!” I decide, for myself.
There is a characteristic ping, from an imaginary egg-watch; the dough is ready. I pick up a pair of baking spoons and fill a silicon muffin form with a measure of muffin scent is already delicious just wait until these have been properly baked. Then Derpy will love her set of muffins, I just baked for her.
I open the door to the oven and slide the plate right in, before I close it up once more. While the muffins are baking in the delicious heat in the oven, I fill up the next plate full of muffin forms.
The scent of muffins is slowly spreading into the entire kitchen and then into the rest of our little home. It isn’t as if the fact was bothering me; the spirit of Pink is filling me up like the spirit of Christ filled up his disciples back in the day and age. The scent of freshly baked pastries is like a sweet drug, I can’t get enough of it; knowing the joy I impart all my friends and the smiles spreading out on their faces, as they see and taste these baked goods.
“Am I the spirit of present, or presents? I guess that is one and all the same!” I ponder, momentarily distracted by a stray thought.
Stray thought is something I am struggling to get used to, from the time I moved into this house. It could as well have been known as the Church of Pinkie Pie, for all I know and care. Then again, what do I know?
Life is a blur, but I am happy; so long as Pink is my spirit animal. Or if I permit her to physically own me, making me do what she pleases. Then again; she makes me bake muffins in silicon forms and spread joy all over the place. Is there a reason to complain, or a cause for complaints?
Just as I am about to open the oven, once more; I hear the characteristic squeaks from two pairs of hooves. My companions have been awakened, now curious as to the origin of the most delightful scent in the kitchen. I could not blame them, how could I?
“What is that delicious scent from?” Emerald inquires.
“Is that, is that actually the scent of freshly baked muffins and lemon surprise?” Amethyst continues.
“Breakfast is served, and we do have a few freshly baked, directly from our very own oven!” I point out.
“Bon appetite!” I exclaim, offering their respective seats.
"I am starved!” Emerald points out.
“I am positively famished!” Amethyst fills in, without the slightest hint of irony or sarcasm.
“Just help yourselves, while I carry a plate of freshly baked muffins, lemon surprise down to the cafe a flight of stairs down!” I point out, matter of fact.
I had after all just had my breakfast. That included a plate of day old muffins and a large bowl of salad.
After I turned off the oven; I pull out the plate of muffins, wearing a pair of oven mittens. I close the oven after myself; before I trot out of the kitchen, down the flight of stairs and deposit the entire set of muffins on a tray in the empty display case.
“There, now we are ready; for our first guest, of the day!” I point out.
Of course, there is nothing to display; aside from a plate of muffins. I will need to bake several more plates of pastries and buns of bread; before we could proudly open the cafe, for Pinkie to be proud of us.
I hear the steps of hooves, as Emerald bounces down the flight of stairs to see what I am doing. As she is finally down, she just giggles.
“I should trust my sister; Ruby, to carry down a plate of freshly baked muffins to the display-case a flight of stairs down in the cafe!” she merely gasps, in sudden hysterical amusement.
“Derpy could burst through the door, at any moment!” I point out.
“We are not even open, yet!” she retorts.
“No? She is the mail-mare, and I like to give her the chance to be out first customer, after the nice gift she delivered as mail-mare the other day!” I point out.
“Oh, yeah; that Derpy Whooves? I do love that gift, she delivered!” she responds.
“I know Ametyst loves it, just as much as we do!” I add.
“But, why did you bake muffins, lemon surprise of everything you could possibly come up with?” she then inquires.
“I was inspired, by a pink vision; that told me, she loves this particular pastry!” I explain.
“I guess we are living under Pinkie Pie’s roof, and she is the most chaotic and madly insane that could possibly trot on four hooves!” she points out.
“Good thing, you pointed out that she is trotting on four pink hooves! Otherwise, I am Chaos incarnate, and the name is Discord!” a voice is echoing, in the room.
“That, was expected!” my sister Emerald points out, just as the echo of the voice of the draconequus had died, and the room once more is perfectly still and quiet.
“Don’t tell me, the draconequus, Discord was just here!” Amethyst exclaims, once she had finished her breakfast and bounced down the flight of stairs.
“We live under the rule of Pinkie Pie, expect the unexpected; for nothing is truly impossible, while she is in the room!” I point out; giggling hysterical for several very long minutes, before I manage to calm down enough to gather my wits enough to stand still.
I sit down on one of the new chairs Pinkie Pie had asked Twilight Sparkle to tele-port in the other day. The next moment, there is a curious, excited knock on the door. Amethyst trots off, to the door in the intent of opening for Derpy.
“Hi, I have a delivery; for Ruby, Emerald and Amethyst!” she exclaims, just as Amethyst manages to open the door.
“Speak of the mail-mare and she shall appear; as if summoned, and bearing gifts!” Emerald whispers.
“You never know, but never say anything like that; it is rude, and you know that perfectly well, dear sister!” I respond, quietly.
Some things should never be said, or even be permitted to take shape in thought or delirious dream. Some comparisons may carry dangerous repercussions, beyond the comprehension of mere mortal girls like us.
“Let me guess; Rarity sent you, Derpy!” Amethyst suggests.
“As a matter of fact, she did just that!” Derpy points out, as she is pulling out three boxes from her mail-bags.
“Come right in, Derpy; we would love to invite you to be our first guest at the cafe!” Emerald points out, beaming at Derpy.
“Thank you!” Derpy responds, grinning as she trots into the room.
Amethyst closes the door, before she is following the grey mail-mare into the room.
“As the first guest, your visit is on the house!" Emerald explains; knowing exactly what Derpy is looking for, even before she is turning her gaze towards the display-case by the counter.
“Muffins!” Derpy exclaims; lured by the scent of the freshly baked goods, before she manages to see the pastries on display.
“Exactly!” I respond; pulling one out and place it onto a small plate, before I carry it over to the table for four.
“Thank you!” Derpy exclaims, as she is sitting down.
“I hope you will enjoy the muffin!” I add; while she is still just staring at the pastry, before her.
Of course Derpy’s love for this baked goods is the talk of the town, even before we will have the chance to hear of it. On the other rubbery pink hoof, the spirit of presents will not permit us to make the mistake. She had told me ahead of time, exactly what to bake for our first customer. She had been right, just as every pony of Ponyville already had known for ages upon ages by now.
“You do know that the gift is from Rarity, right?” Derpy inquire.
“Yes, we know! Just as we know everything else in the room is belonging to Pinkie Pie! Yet, the warm and enthusiastic smile is from you, Derpy!” I point out.
“It is your genuine enthusiasm, we enjoy so much!” Emerald adds.
“I know that I do not have much, but what little I have; I appreciate all the more!” Derpy explains; “And while I know I am not the best; brightest or most athletic of ponies even in Ponyville, I do my best every day! I am content with what little I have!” she then adds.
Amethyst sneaks off behind the counter and extract a small gift box and inserts four muffins into it, before she is closing it quietly. She carries the small, white paper box to the table and places it before Derpy.
“I want you to take this home and enjoy it with your family!” Amethyst explains.
She gives no further explanation, asking for none and nothing in return. Sometimes, giving the gift is actually better than to be given one. This is in the house of Pinkie, and in the spirit of presents; after all.
Keeping the popular mail-mare happy does never hurt anyone, of course; just as a genuine smile may be the best gift one could possibly give.
“One can give a new friend an entirely unrelated gift for absolutely no reason, as a one-time gift! There need to be no reason given, for a gift to a friend, new or old!” I ponder, giggling inwardly.
“Maybe it is Rarity’s spirit of generosity, haunting our home!” I realize.
If the gift of a muffin is making a pony smile, how could Pinkie Pie object?
”I made Pinkie Pie proud!” Amethyst realized, as Derpy trotted out of the cafe.
I had opened my gift, before the mail-mare. The content is three tiaras, but in place of the regular jewelry top, it is a unicorn-horn, a pair of deer-stags and a pair of giraffe horns respectively. This is the explanation to why I am given three tiaras instead of just the one.
While this gift is from Rarity herself, I can only assume the standing instruction from Pinkie Pie is still standing. This is my choice; I choose which of these I will wear, or none at all.
“Maybe I should try one on, for myself?” I ponder.
I know that my sisters had been given their own gifts; consisting of exactly the same three items, or four choices, going by Pinkie Pie’s instructions. They are free, to choose whichever to wear. This tiara is optional, it is up to us to choose. I do not need to wear the same as my sisters are wearing. Neither do I need to wear another, because they chose to wear that particular model.
Am I feeling generous? Either way, I pick the one with the unicorn-horn over all the options presented to me. I lift up the delicate silver tiara, carefully placing it onto the top of my head. For a moment, I feel nothing, and nothing really happens. What had I been expecting?
Should I have expected anything to really happen? As if the tiara is actually alive and ambient with magic? It isn’t; as if it is cursed, or blessed. Just a silver tiara; a piece of jewelry sorting what looks like a white horn, in the shape one would see on a unicorn. Isn’t that what I had been presented?
In the case of feeling nothing, that is exactly the case; I don’t even feel the thin silver filigree of the tiara. I focus; and I feel a spark, faint as it is. That is the cue, my cue; I had chosen the horn of a unicorn, with everything that comes with it. Am I a unicorn now? No; I need to be a pony for that, now wouldn't I?
While I could have imagined a number of different scenarios; each more horrible than the last exacting excruciating pain upon me and inflicting debilitating and scaring wounds upon my body. Yet, I choose to push such notions as far from my mind, as I can; lest one of these may actually come to pass, if for no reason other than the name of the spirit who so generously presented himself before us earlier.
As I look up, I see the sanguine spark at the tip of my horn. As I focus, the light grows brighter and that one tiny orb grows larger. After about a minute, the orb is the size of an eyeball. If I push, just a bit further; the light will flow down the length, of my now light pink horn, until it reaches the base of my skull. If I so choose, I could reach out and pick up an item, or cast a spell. I know of no spell, so I can’t use that potential as of now.
“Maybe I should see Twilight, asking her for help with my magic?” I ponder, but put this of for later.
I do have work to do, and a cafe to tend to; Pinkie Pie, and my sisters are counting on me.
“Of course; this is what had been missing, all along!” I realize; the horn is filling up that little gap in my hat, just as it is filling up another gap in myself I had never really noticed.
How could I have noticed the gap, before? As a mere human in equestria; there had been a much larger gap, than the horn on my head could ever fill. Being owned by a griffon trader, doesn’t exactly put all that much value on a mere girl.
Being owned by an utterly crazy pink party-pony puts everything in a very different perspective; turning everything on its head, screwing the image of the world well beyond recognition. While I may still be her personal property, to do with as she pleases; yet now I am more than merely property or a tool, I have become someone, even if I still do work for the pink pony named Pinkamena Diane Pie.
Maybe I am possessed by the spirit of Pinkie and her laughter; is that why everything is so weird and different, and why I see and hear all these things no girl has the business of seeing and hearing.
I do not know. Not even Celestia herself may ever know. Now, that sounded eerily strange and familiar, with just a little switch of a simple name.
Connections made in my subconscious; between where I were from, and where I am going. Explaining complex, complicated things; as if they had been the simplest and most easy to understand.
Of course, magic is just like an extra limb, a means to make my thoughts manifest in the real world before my very eyes. While I still will have to practice my focus and learn each new spell I like to use; but this is just how easy it is. If I will ever learn a single spell, or if I can actually pick something up; remains to be seen. If I will have nothing more; I have a handy headlight to illuminate the immediate surrounding, directly before my very eyes.
I leave the tiara where it is, ignoring the complications and every complex ramification before me. Distracted, by what enters my field of vision.
My sisters; Emerald and Amethyst are looking at me, with distinct curiosity. There is recognition, and nothing more; no disgust, no confusion nor revulsion. They are my sisters, and they experience exactly what I am experiencing; in their very own way, from their respective perspectives.
Should I have been surprised by Amethyst, choosing the deer-stags; when she had already chosen to wear the cervine hooves? Each choice had been anonymous; since neither of us had seen, or known which option the others had picked. Yet, Emerald had chosen the giraffe horns. Maybe we had chosen a new set of individual traits, for ourselves.
What I did not know, and still do not know; is what makes the option special, or why my sisters had chosen the option they chose. I did not ask, leaving the choice up to them.
Emerald’s deer-stags are the same light pink as my unicorn horn; I guess there is no surprise there. Why shouldn’t they be pink, considering Pinkie Pie?
“Why is the tip of the giraffe horns purple? Amethyst is purple, just as her eyes; but still!” I ponder.
“By the way, I think we have an opening to prepare for; pastries does not bake themselves!” I point out, bouncing up the flight of stairs.
“Yes, and ponies to entertain!” Emerald responds.
Without checking if the kitchen in the cafe is actually operational; I pick an assortment of baking supplies and groceries with me down the flight of stairs. There may be no baking sheets, or other instruction manuals on the subject; either in our kitchen, or in the cafe, but I think I should manage.
“Magic works well in the kitchen; well out of sight, where I can work in my own pace!” I ponder.
I may not know how much they know, but at least, I have magic that should work for baking in the quiet of the kitchen. My kitchen, as it were.
Flower, egg and sugar is mixing well. Adding butter and milk is a breeze. I make dough in mixing bowl after mixing bowl. Adding flavours and colour for variety is pure fun. Permitting the dough to rest, in order to bake properly is no challenge. Why should it be?
I line up the muffin forms, spoon dough into the forms; while I hear the chopping of vegetables. Mixing salad, that just may be adding a little extra flair to our establishment.
While I do not hear it, but dough is mixed, for baking of bread on the second floor. My sister is baking buns, for hungry ponies. Just as I know how to bake muffins, she is obviously fluent in the baking of bread.
Even if we are taking customers from the other established cafes and restaurants, we are giving them a moment of space for breathing. Every pony need the moment to catch a breath; to take it easy and relax.
In a boom-time economy, every worker adds value. Pinkie Pie is spreading even more smiles; employing us, in the effort of feeding hungry ponies. Ponies, busy doing things, other than cooking. Who is to blame her?
Once the oven had reached the optimum heat for the pastries in the muffin forms, I open up and stash the plate into the oven. I leave the oven to work its magic; while I continue to prepare for the next set.
Once I have enough, for what I think should be right for the first day; I start to clean up after myself.
I keep swapping plate after plate; waiting for the time when we had been announced to open. Minut by minute creeping by, like snails on a rusty metal surface. The time is feeling as if it was dragging on purpose. Swimming in hot sand would have been more fun.
I pull out plate after plate; permitting the pastries to cool off, before I carry them into the display case.
I end up whipping cream, making a few cakes, pies and more pastries. Each time I see more food, filling up the display cases. Not just my pastries, but salad and buns. In the end, there is even a few shelves of sandwiches.
Once the time is finally upon us; the cases are stuffed to the brim and everything is prepared. Maybe we had been a bit overambitious? Can we even sell this much in one single day?
For the first day, the walls are left white, and no tables had been booked.
There is a distinct click; the lock is clicking and the door flies up with a merry jingle. Pinkie Pie bursts into the cafe on enthusiastically squeaking hooves, giggling as she is bouncing into the shop. There is a sign on the door, reading; “Open!”
“Good morning, girls!” she exclaims, as she is bouncing up and down.
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.
Ruby had eagerly helped me and Emerald with assembling the device. It isn’t so much that it is complicated or hard to accomplish; she merely had enjoyed the process of helping us.
Then she had promptly refused to help me applying the polish, claiming that Emerald could by no means help me with this either.
“For self-application, only!” the label had explained.
“Does this mean, I have to apply the polish by hand, by myself?” I ponder.
I had still followed her every instruction and polished both my hooves. Giraffe hooves are not really different from the equine and cervine hooves.
The lack of a scent had worried me initially, but I am still thrilled over the lack of stench lacquers commonly have. Polishing two giraffe hooves did only take me a few minutes, then I had capped the bottle.
A moment after I had finished to polish my hooves, I notice how they glow for a moment; the glow soon fades and was replaced with a high gloss finish.
“Too bad, I need to apply this polish by hand; I would have loved to try polishing the fore-hooves as well!” I ponder.
My hooves are going through the same changes as the hooves of my sister Ruby’s had before. Of course, Emerald’s hooves does follow this pattern, as well. The difference is that our hooves now are distinctly different on the more subtle ways. The changes and different made them personal.
These are my hooves, not merely a pair of boots. Maybe this is exactly why I had wanted to polish the other hooves too.
While I am indeed truly a girl, but I am not the coquette girl who thinks about nothing than the vanity of things. This is not just because I had been owned and conditioned by the griffons owning me before. I would never have become that girl, even with Rarity as my owner or mother.
All things considered; for Pinkie Pie to buy and acquire us, in the interest of furthering her plans and establishing this cafe, is like finally coming home. It is, almost as if we had been on a very long journey; to Ponyville, of all places one could possibly go to. Can’t say that I would have complained.
If I had been given the chance, I would probably have chosen to go to Ponyville and work for Pinkie Pie. Who could possibly blame me?
I have a job, I have a family, I have friends, and I have respect; now I do have everything. I am not sure if I will actually be paid, but I am fed and clothed; I even have a roof over my head. I am not told to do anything, I am not comfortable with doing. Pinkie Pie would never do that to me, or any pony else. Now, that feels strange.
Maybe having hooves and horns would have felt strange, any other day; yet, now it is completely normal and is making me feel right at home. It isn’t just that Ponyville is the home of ponies, at the edge of reality.
I am myself, such as I am. I just made a few choices, inspired by the pink mare under whose roof I am living. This, is where I want to live; for the rest of my days. Maybe, I could go out and walk along the streets of the village?
Just that it is late, and I am feeling increasingly tired and sleepy.
“One thing left to do!” I ponder.
I push down the top, covering my breasts; before I lift up the cups and place them on my nipples. The suction is activating and I feel a tingling sensation.
A vacuum is created; sucking my nipples into these clear cups, I placed on my nipples. Strange, but enjoyable. I should not complain. In place of the white milk my sister produced earlier today, I produce a clear liquid. A thick, highly viscous lubrication. The gel is slowly flowing along the line of the tube. I can clearly see the gel flowing past the connector and further down the tube all the way down to the tank.
The longer I am exposed, the larger my nipples are growing, and I find myself progressively more excited.
I am experiencing what my sister experienced, earlier in the day. I love sharing the experience with her. While she did it earlier, but that changes nothing. Exactly, nothing.
My nipples are exposed to the electro-stimulation, as the vacuum is sucking out the clear liquid. I see the tank filling up. Inch by inch, the level is raising inside the tank. More and more of this lubrication is filling the tank; while I am slowly drained, until I have nothing more to give. Yet, the experience is not leaving me drained, but excited and fulfilled in a way I have never experienced before. Did I have so little experience?
Once the cups pop, off of my nipples; I notice just how large the nipples are, momentarily worrying that the top could not cover and hide the nipples as they had before. Maybe that worry had been premature.
I slowly pull up the top, finding the rubber soon covering my breasts, exactly as they had done all day. There is no sign of my nipples on the top now. Everything feels exactly like it had before, normal.
I do feel normal, while I am still excited and fulfilled. Content.
There is no need to undress, these clothes fit me perfectly. I do not need to worry about washing them tomorrow. Maybe I could take a shower, but that is all I need to do. Ever.
Since I am done with the milking-machine, I put it away. I just pull the cups of and wash them in hand warm water, permitting them to dry. I use a towel, making utterly certain the cups are clean and dry; before I take them with me into my room.
I fold the quilt of my bed up; making my bed ready to accept me for the night. In the last moment, I think better of it; pulling of my regular gloves, before I slip on the new boots. With a full set of boots on; I am content to go to bed and sleep the entire night.
First I sit on the side of the bed, before I slip my hind hooves in under the quilt and lie down. Now I pull the quilt back over myself and rests my head comfortably on the pillow. I had not realized, just how soft and comfortable the pillow is; or, am I just imagining that is? Either way, I close my eyes and fall asleep.
It feels, as if I had merely closed my eyes for a moment, yet I do feel rejuvenated and fully rested from an entire night’s worth of sleep.
Folding the quilt in towards the wall is easy, why shouldn’t it be? I slide my hind hooves out from under the quilt and sit up, scanning the room for a few minutes. I enjoy what I see, although the white walls are a bit too bland for my taste.
“Maybe, I could ask Pinkie Pie; to do something about these bland, white walls?” I ponder.
“The building does belong to Pinkie Pie, so she could do as she pleases with it; so far, as it breaks no laws in the process. Even Pinkie Pie would be opposed to keeping these walls white, wouldn’t she?” I continue
I raise to my hind hooves and turn around; unfolding my quilt, before I smoothen it and make the bed perfectly presentable once more.
I take a few steps back, before I go down on all fours and trot out into the small personal kitchen in our home on the second floor. It may be a bit odd for me; to trot around in my home, on all fours. Right now, it is perfectly normal, to me.
“Of course, I do not have the magic of a unicorn, or the hands of a girl; but I can manage my day like this too! Pinkie Pie has neither hands, nor unicorn horn; and she is doing perfectly fine!” I ponder, on my way out to the kitchen.
“You wear these boots, to work?” Emerald inquires.
“Yes, and why not?” I respond.
“I take it, you want a fancy salad, on your chair?” Ruby inquire; curious, but politely.
“Thank you, Ruby!” I respond, eagerly accepting her offer.
I watch her pick the vegetables for my salad; before she is mixing them up into the bowl I was to have my breakfast salad in. As she finish mixing up my salad, she is placing the bowl onto my chair, giggling.
As I trot up to the chair, I realize that it is fairly proper in height, for me to eat comfortably. Maybe I am a bit more giraffe, than I had been expecting.
My lips part, and my tongue grabs a small selection of the vegetables; pulling them in, into my mouth before I start chewing. These vegetables does feel crisp and delicious. I continue to eat my salad contently and quietly.
“As a giraffe, I do have much longer legs; than I had been used to, so I could still reach far higher than I should have reached otherwise!” I ponder, as I realize my situation.
What I do not notice, or realize; is that I am indeed eating exactly like a giraffe should be eating. My sisters are watching me, finding it a bit amusing; yet, say nothing. Ruby just enjoys her spread of muffins.
“This sandwich, is delicious; if I can say so myself!” Emerald exclaims, as she picks up her second sandwich.
“Emeralds stags are quite sharp, like daggers!” I ponder, not considering any further consequences.
“Is any of you bothered by the plain, white of the walls?” Ruby inquires; once she had managed to consume her mountain of assorted muffins, she had had on her plate.
“Yes, it bothers me too; it is going in stark contrast to Pinkie Pie herself as well as the cafe we are building up for her. Maybe just a little streak of colour on our rooms?” Emerald suggests.
I just nod, in approval; while I am finishing my salad, in quiet contemplation.
It isn’t, as if I could avoid listening to what they say, and the sounds surrounding me in the room; just because I am enjoying my salad.
Maybe I could understand why the walls were white, when she bought the place, but now it is indeed getting to me. White just doesn’t feel quite natural to me.
“Thanks, Sisters; I will start off, redecorating my own room! If any of you have any requests, I will see how far I can meet with your expectations!” Ruby points out, as she is leaving the kitchen and walks into her sparsely furnished room.
“I think I want my room pink!” she points out.
Her horn lights up, before she is reaching out to make the first attempt to change the colour of the walls in her room. Once she focus, the walls slowly turns into a bright cerise. It is not pink, by any means, but it is certainly an improvement.
This is much better, but I will see if I could add just a little bit of a flair!” she points out and reaches out with her magic and attempts to focus.
A pattern of yellow and blue confetti is spreading out onto her walls, as if shot out with a cannon. The surface is growing sleek as newly polished rubber, before the structure of the confetti is developing on the surface of the wall in her room.
“Now, that is interesting!” she exclaims, in poorly contained excitement.
“Structured wallpaper!” I mumble.
“For a giraffe, maybe some luscious trees in the structure?” Ruby inquires.
She is walking into my room, while I am finishing my breakfast. A moment later, she is standing in the middle of the room; as I reach the threshold and am looking into my room. Her horn, already aglow.
The walls are starting to glow, as they turn a luscious green. As I stand agape, the image of trees in green are taking shape before my very eyes. It is, as if I should be able to reach out and touch these leaves hanging out from the walls. It is so vivid, I imagine the trees are indeed surrounding the room; rather than merely be an image, depicting the leaves.
As the glow fades, I even see a large, pink balloon hanging from my ceiling, but glowing as if it had been magically excited. Did she just give me a light, in the form of a pink, rubber balloon in our patron’s very own colour?
“Thank you, Ruby; you are a total Gem!” I breathe, as she is finished and walks out of my room.
“You are quite welcome, Sis; it was the least I could do, for you!” she merely responds, as she is grinning back at me.
“She certainly has the right to smile and be proud of her work, here!” I ponder, smiling back at her.
I trot into my room, moving around for several long minutes; just in order to enjoy the experience of my new room. While it is the same room, I had just been sleeping in; it is still an entirely new room, to me, after she had redecorated it. This is truly my room; not just a bland, blank room, with no soul or spirit.
I trot out of the room, content with what I had been given. Trotting through the living room, then half the way down the flight the stairs; as I stop in my track, thinking of what I should do today. Then it had hit me; how I can’t scratch their heads, with a pair of giraffe hooves. I can’t perform my job, such as I had pictured it.
Jerking back into motion, turning around and trotting up the flight of stairs. Trotting into my room. I try to pull the fore-hooves off of my arms, but with hooves; I just can not quite get the grip required, in order to pull this task of.
“Emerald, I will need some help!” I exclaim, before I am slipping into panic.
“Okay, Amethyst; I am coming!” she exclaims, as she is walking towards my room.
As she enters the room, I am sitting on my bed; patiently waiting for her to come.
“I need to take these off; if I want to perform my job and tend to the customers!” I point out; indicating the boots, in place of my gloves I wore the other day.
“Oh, okay; I can help you with that!” she responds.
She steps forwards, gripping the right fore-leg and explores it carefully. A moment later, she starts pulling at the leg, as she imagines it needs to be done. With some effort, she manages to pull it off; before she turns her attention to my left fore-leg. With renewed effort, she helps me removing the second one as well.
“Thank you; Sis!” I respond.
Now I bend over, trying to grip the right hind leg and pull it off, but with little to no success. She gives me a hand and we manage to get somewhere.
“Oh, oh! Ouch!” I exclaim, realizing just how painful it is to pull the hind boot off of me.
Thankfully, we manage to slip it of entirely; no blood drawn or other issues occur. With additional efforts, we manage to get the other one off of my left leg.
“How are you feeling?” she inquires, with some worry in her voice after my initial outcry in pain.
“I am doing fine, now; it was just painful, to take off these stockings, or boots!” I point out.
“Will you be okay, now?” she inquires.
“Yes, I think so; but I feel an urge to take a shower, before I go down to the cafe!” I point out.
“Okay, but yell; if you need anything!” she points out, before she is stepping out of my room and closes the door behind herself.
“Thank you, Sis!” I respond.
I lie down on my bed, for a moment; resting. Recuperating from the experience and focus on the lesson, I had just learned. Of course; that is the price, for polishing up my hooves; even if it looks and feels good.
“The hooves does indeed feel more like me, after I polished them; just as it looks great and feels more natural to walk with. I am no longer wearing a pair of stockings or boots, after I polished my hooves!” I ponder, enjoying the sensation and realization of it.
I leave the hat on the night stand, as I walk into the shower.
“Should probably disrobe entirely!” I ponder.
Slipping the skirt down and kicking it up; before I pick it up and leave it on the seat. I repeat the process, with the panties and pull my top up over my head and place it on the top.
As I am finally nude, I slip into the inner sanctum of the shower and close the door behind me. I permit the hot water flow down my skin; for minute after minute. I enjoy the fresh water, washing me clean and pure.
After I turned the water off, I open the door and step out. Now I pick a large and fluffy towel and dry myself off. Once dry, I end up putting the panties, skirt and top on, once more.
I walk out of the shower and into my room. Now I end up, slipping the very same stockings on; turning back to becoming the giraffe of the family, once more. I like being the giraffe, enjoying who I am. No pride, no angst, no regret; just purely enjoying being me.
“Is there anything else to it? Anything more?” I ponder.
I am essentially nude, but as the giraffe. There are my scratcher girl gloves. I pick up the right glove and slip my hand in; feeling the hand slide all the way in as the material slip over my skin. It is smooth and slippery, as it eagerly accept and swallow my hand and arm. Now I flex my fingers in eager, joyous excitement.
As I repeat the process, of slipping the second glove on; I am myself and ready to go down and assume my position and perform my job, as the scratcher girl. It is my place, the job I do enjoy performing.
There is a noise from the cafe. Balloons are inflated. Once I had bounced down the flight of stairs; I see the sea of bright, pink balloons floating up to the ceiling and landing comfortably with ecstatic squeaks.
Of course, Pinkie Pie is standing in the middle of the room. I notice how she is inflating the last of her balloons and tie the knot. As I look up, the ceiling is completely covered with these balloons; enchanted by Princess Twilight Sparkle herself, extracted from Pinkie Pie’s flank. Of course, Pinkie Pie had inflated each and every one; before she could release them into the wild, under the ceiling of the cafe.
“Oh!” I merely exclaim; looking up at the mass of balloons, covering the ceiling.
The balloons are literally glowing with joy and pride; where they are crowding the ceiling, but act as if it had been their floor. This is an odd perspective, to me; yet, it is the work of Pinkie Pie. No point in gawking, for too long here.
On second thought, the walls of the room had also turned a glossy pink, as if coated or painted with rubber. Who bothers to buy paint; applying that kind of pointless effort? This is after all Pinkie Pie’s cafe; the Pink Balloon Cafe.
In the end, I could not help myself; stepping up to Pinkie Pie, scratching her head enthusiastically. She beams at me, giggling with the widest possibly imaginable grin. How could a Pony grin this wide?
I had just flooded the ceiling of my cafe with pink signature, enchanted balloons. Personally, I think it was brilliant; even if I know others may beg to differ, on the judgment of the result. This is my cafe, and I call the shots.
These balloons give of a pink glow, as if they had been the room’s lighting; rather than party decorations. Maybe Discord would have found them insane.
Ruby is just stacking up a new set of bottles of fresh milk in the fridge of the kitchen. Amethyst is moving over the floor with pride beaming, joyously grinning. Emerald is currently inspecting the display cases; considering what needs to be added, to satisfy all the customers that are about to storm my fortress.
“These pink walls certainly added a bit of my flair, to my establishment!” Amethyst ponders.
“We had a table booked, for Rarity and Fluttershy!!” I read from the booking calendar.
“Yes, of course we do have a booking calendar; considering the high demand on catering, in Ponyville at the current time!” Amethyst ponders.
“We will have to expand; considering how much you sold yesterday, and how little our sales left of an impact on the others sales!” I declare.
“Are you acquiring more tables, display cases and floor space for your customers?” Emerald inquires.
“I will need two more display cases, to display the currently available options from the menu, and I think I can squeeze in a pair of tables, as well!” I point out, indicating what is missing and where the space is available.
While I had not seen any ponies outside earlier, or any comforting seating arrangements; now there is a small group of bat ponies in Twilights royal guard uniforms outside the door. Maybe it is appropriate to open the gate for the hungry ponies; before the gate bursts open?
“Breakfast hours?” Ruby inquires.
“So it would appear!” I declare, giggling at the demand for my services.
“I may need a cart, on which to pull the orders, if the demand does not slow down!” Amethyst points out, indicating that she will have problems with carrying everything around to customers in time.
Maintaining a warm smile and serving ponies not withstanding.
“And here I worried; about not taking too much business, from my friends!” I point out; “You could as well open, right now; I will have to put up a sign for breakfast hours later!” I continue.
“Twilight’s Royal Guard?” Amethyst inquires.
“These are indeed them! Bat ponies!” I point out, as I take the post by the counter.
“I open; guess it is about the right time, for their breakfast!” Amethyst responds.
“By all means, please do!” I conclude, watching the girl approaching the door.
“The Pink Balloon, and the girls are just as advertised!” the first guard utters, to her friends.
“This is the Pink Balloon Cafe, and Pinkie Pie herself is at the counter!” Amethyst points out, greeting the guards.
“Finally, a chance to eat out; it takes forever to make reservations; I even have to preorder take-aways!” the second guard responds.
“Greetings, and welcome to Ponyville and the Pink Balloon Cafe!” I exclaim, addressing the entire group; “How can I help you?” I inquire.
“Greetings, Pinkie Pie! I would love a Daisy Daffodill and Oat salad, please!” the guard responds.
“Are you eating here, or take-away? Anything you would have to drink, with your salad?” I continue.
“Is that bovine milk?” she inquires, as she is spotting a few unusually marked bottles.
“No!” I respond.
“But, it is actual milk?” she inquires further.
“As a matter of fact, we have human milk!” I point out, giggling at the response from the pony before me.
“Oh! Then I will have that!” she exclaims.
“While they may not be squeamish about the bovine milk in baked goods; but drinking it may be a bit close to home, for some ponies!” I ponder.
While I may not be a cow, but they are still close enough. I do have several bovine customers, when I work for the Cakes at the Sugar-cube Corner. Moo-Ella is quite a nice friend of mine, for that matter.
“Five bits, for a breakfast-menu!” I point out, and she quickly counts the bits.
“I’ll have what she has!” the next guard points out, counting the bits on the counter.
They all has the same breakfast, it turns out, and I happily accept the bits and slide them in under the counter. As I finish up counting bits, I pull out the salads and bottles of milk; placing them on a tray. Amethyst picks up the trey and trots up to their table in the corner by the door.
“Apparently, they chose a table close to the door, assuming an emergency!” I ponder.
“Thankfully, they did at least leave the guard uniforms, and the helmets at the castle!” Amethyst ponders, grinning widely at the mares.
Of course, the entire group are bat ponies. Who would have guessed.
She is placing a bowl of salad before each guard with her left hand, while holding the tray in her right hand. Once each bowl is before a guard, she continues by placing the bottles before the hungry mares. Since the bottles are uncapped before serving; the milk is ready to be enjoyed, at once.
Amethyst soon stands behind the first guard, her hands resting on the top of the equine head and scratches her with eager enthusiasm. Several minutes are passing, while a content grin is spreading onto the face of the attended mare. Had the guard been a feline, she would obviously have been purring within a minute or so.
Since the guards are the only guests, Amethyst is taking her time; stepping from one guard to the other; extending her service to each in turn.
One guard momentarily looks up, noticing the glowing pink balloons looking down and facing her.
“I like these balloons!” she observes, grinning.
“Pinkie Pie herself had them enchanted, just the other day!” Amethyst explains.
“Homey, now I will just have to enjoy my breakfast here; each and every day, if Twilight Sparkle will permit!” she responds.
“Unless the entire guard leaves her at the same time, I am quite sure she would not mind her guards having a fine breakfast and a jolly time!” Amethyst responds.
“Did the Princess by any chance be the pony enchanting these charming balloons?” the guard inquires.
“The one and only! Of course it is the Princess, Twilight Sparkle who enchanted the balloons overhead!” Amethyst responds, beaming with pride.
“I should have known, I recognize the flavour of her works; it is quite unmistakable and exquisite!” the guard mare points out.
“When I got my transfer orders; I initially thought, I had been demoted for something!” another guard adds.
“Oh, Amethyst inquire.
“Leaving Princess Luna and all; but it seems to prove to be the opposite!” she responds.
“She could handle, even with a few guards less by her side; considering that she still has Princess Celestia by her side, aside from her personal guard as well!” Amethyst chances, with a weak grin.
“I am still serving a Princess, the Princess of Friendship, nonetheless! While there is a scent of rustic in town, as opposed to the hectic stresses of Manehattan; we seem to have every last service at our very hoof tips, aside from the closeness to every front there is!” the guard continues.
“Cafe, restaurant, seamstress boutique, and even a spa!” Ametyst counts the blessings.
“Even a guard needs to eat; but who has the time for a spa, under the strict demands of a guard?” the mare responds.
“Yes, you do; but, that does not mean you have to live under the strain of aching muscles all over your body!” Amethyst points out.
“No! We don’t?” the mare inquires, taken aback by the statement.
“Well, at least not in Ponyville; if you had the time to trot off to the Pink Baloon Cafe!” Amethyst explains.
“That is; where we are, right?” the guard responds; now questioning where she is, in response to the conversation.
“Of course, silly!” Amethyst concludes.
I can clearly see her slip the top of her top down enough to reveal her large nipples; rubbing the nipples with the tips of her thumbs, fore-fingers and index-fingers, for but a moment.
The next moment, the top slips up into place; while she is caressing the tips of her giraffe horns. A clear gel; now obviously glistering, from the tips of her horns.
“This will take some explanation, once I get back to the castle! Would I even want to mention this, to any pony?” the guard ponders.
Amethyst holds on to the waist of the mare; as she is bending over and pressing the tips of her horns to the small of the back of the mare before her. There is a small neigh, from the mare; just as the tips of the horns initially touching the skin on her back, in reaction to the touch.
The horns slowly moves in small circles; caressing muscles into obedient relaxation. More neighs and a gasp escapes the mare, as Amethyst keeps working her magic onto the back of the mare.
Small electrical chocks spread out over time, as part of the treatment; forcing muscles into obedience, while the insistent yet caring caresses of the massage is continuing.
Friends and fellow guards, staring in awe; while the one guard is given the treat. Each lost in thought, as they watch in unison, each dreaming up scenarios of dreams for them to surrender to.
Another group of guards are trotting in, through the door; just before the treatment had been completed. While they stare at the scene as they are passing; they still continue towards the counter, bent on ordering the breakfast, they had been looking forwards for days.
One group of guards, replacing the one who had just finished their intended business as the meal is finished. Guards contently leaving the cafe; grinning widely, as they go.
Orders are placed, and ponies are greeted and welcomed into the cafe. The guards soon finds their place by another table. Since the first group is still seated, that table is occupied; while the other tables are still free.
The new group of guards, scanning the room, curious and obviously in awe, of the decoration put up in such short time. Particularly, the balloons, illuminating the entire space of the cafe in which I am standing.
Curiously enough; all ask for the same milk, and order a salad. Each pony, slowly chewing the crisp vegetables they continuously stab and push into their mouths. Gulp after gulp of the spectacular and exotic milk is swallowed. Just as I said; this is no bovine milk, but pure human milk freshly acquired.
Table by table is filled, and cleared as the ponies leave. Amethyst is serving their meals; then carrying out what is left, as the guests and customers leave. Seemingly a day like any other, at the cafe I had just established. I am enjoying to see so many smiling faces. Even if some smile more than others; for their very special and intimate reasons.
We had closed the shop, promptly at ten o’clock. Breakfast hours are over, and we will need some time to prepare for lunch, aside from grabbing a bit to snack on for ourselves.
The window tables are largely left as they were, where they had originally been placed. The tables in the middle of the room, had been rearranged; in order to give room for another row of tables, aside from the balconies at the inner side wall.
Three balconies had been built and are now on the wall. Each balcony has a two chairs table. The balcony comes with a door; and can be raised to a level of three feet up, along the wall.
A second counter and two additional display cases has arrived and are now installed. Both of the new display cases ares holding food items for the customers, naturally.
Each individual item is labeled, and a price is marked clearly. There is a beautifully engraved menu standing, on each individual counter; for customers to see what is available.
While the Patron of the cafe; Pinkie Pie herself could not be at the cafe at all time, there will still be a need for a second counter at the front. The second control of the balconies is located under the second counter.
There are limits, to how much a building could be changed, in a single day. The lunch break, is just not enough time to make a complete change of the cafe. One will also take into account, the stark reality of business itself. Building up a customer base is taking time.
Now the door is promptly unlocked and opened; exactly at eleven o’clock. The lunch guests will be here soon, and they are liable to be hungry. As expected; Pinkie Pie is behind the second counter; she is eager and excited, awaiting all the ponies about to drop upon her like a ton of bricks from the clear blue sky.
I am still sitting by the table in the personal kitchen, nibbling at the remains of my lunch. Ruby and Emerald have started to prepare new food for the cafe; replenishing the stock, after the customers from the breakfast rush.
I raise to my hooves and walk to the kitchen sink; where I wash the dishes and leave them to dry during the lunch period. Once done, I walk out to the counter where Pinkie Pie is already waiting, expectantly.
“The milk was a smashing hit!” I exclaim, as I take my place behind the counter.
“Yeppers, deppers, it most certainly was!” she responds.
“The none-bovine milk did hit the market with a bang!” I respond.
“Your sister, Ruby is producing a wonderful product; no complaints, but plenty of praises! I just hope, the spa ponies; Aloe and Lotus will not complain, when the word of your services hit the streets!” she adds.
I am limited to a selection of massages, I can perform with hands and horns!” I point out, giggling.
“Maybe that is for the better! I am not going to set up a steam room, or any general spa services!” she explains.
“I guess not! We could take the heat of the market, on a select variety of services; but that is as far as we could possibly go!” I respond.
“I am a party pony; and I own a cafe, I am running for the joy of the town! I have neither experience, nor time to expand any further!” she explains.
“Maybe you could open a party palace, for larger celebrations?” I inquire, half by half in jest.
“Maybe, maybe not; Ponyville is still growing, so I guess that could be fun!” she points out, just before the first pony is approaching the now wide open door.
“Is that, who I think it is?” I whisper.
“No, don’t worry; that is Ditzy Doo, and her daughter Dinkey Doo!” Pinkie explains.
“I was hoping we were given something by the mail; Derpy always have such enjoyable packages, with her!” I respond, before the mare is close enough to actually overhear what I am saying.
“Derpy Whooves is such an enjoyable mare to be around, in and out of her service as the mail-mare of Ponyville!” Pinkie responds.
“Oh, well; maybe she wants a muffin for lunch?” I suggest, with a jolly grin.
“If she comes here, she would still want to have her lunch, even if she isn’t overly fond of muffins!” Pinkie Pie points out.
Of course, the grey mare does step over the threshold and enters the cafe; slowly trotting towards the counter, where Pinkie Pie is standing. Every pony likes Pinkie Pie, and Pinkie Pie is such a delightful pony to be around. Unless you broke a Pinkie Promise; in which case you would be as far away as possible. The Moon is far too close.
“Hello, Pinkie Pie! Is there a table available; or do I have to make a reservation, like you need to at every other cafe and restaurant?” Ditzy inquires, as she is addressing Pinkie.
“Hiya, Ditzy! I think there is still a table available; you did beat the crowd, so that’s always something! No, no need to make reservations here! Not yet, anyway!” Pinkie responds, grinning wide.
“Finally, I can have my lunch in peace and quiet, without the hassle of making a reservation!” Ditzy exclaims, relieved to be able to have her lunch out.
“I take it, you were hoping to enjoy your lunch here! Take-away is an option, if you would prefer that!” Pinkie Pie inquires.
“The Sugar-cube Corner is still packed! Eating home or in a corner somewhere; just is not the same, as the comfort of a comfortable establishment! The Pink Balloon does look just right for me!” Ditzy responds, grinning.
I had a dozen tables by breakfast, I am adding a few more tables for lunch! Just look around and see what is calling out to you!” Pinkie points out.
“Muffins, cupcakes, pastries, pies, cakes, salads and sandwiches; you really do have everything! I usually prefer juice or tea; not too fond of bovine milk myself!” she points out.
“I do enjoy presenting a wide selection! I hear the sentiment everywhere; which is why I chose to acquire my milk from a very different source, quite locally!” Pinkie points out.
“If there is anything else you could serve for lunch, I do not need to know!” Ditzy respond; “Your milk is not bovine variety? Locally produced?” she continues.
“Then I will spare you the details! Bovine seems to be too close to home, for most ponies! I hope human milk is more to your taste!” Pinkie respond.
“You know, it is kind of like marrying a cousin; not quite all there in the end! Ponyville is far too large, for you to marry any pony in your family! I think I found something!” she blurts out.
“Pure human milk!” Ditzy reads, on the bottle of milk behind the glass.
“Produced locally, exactly how locally is that?” she then inquires.
“She is standing in the room; is that locally enough, for you?” Pinkie responds, with a widening grin spreading over her face.
“Oh, you don’t say? You really know how to dress up your girls and keep them happy, did you by chance ask Rarity?” she responds.
“Hidden in plain sight; you don’t quite recognize us as humans, unless you know what you are actually looking for!” I realize, as I listen to Pinkie Pie explaining the situation.
“When Pinkie Pie say that every pony is her friend; she does indeed mean it and she knows every pony and creature in Ponyville, quite intimately!” I ponder, giggling at my fortune.
"Rarity is a dear friend, whom I trust in these matters! Of course, I had to ask Rarity about how to dress up my girls! I want to see my friends beam with joy, and not just in my direct vicinity!” Pinkie Pie blurts out.
She is almost too fast, for me to make out everything she had just said, and to grasp the nuances of what she was actually saying.
“Millie-second?” I ponder; reminded of a comic, I had heard of before.
“Peace and quiet; the inner balcony would be perfect for you, unless you have a company of more than one?” Pinkie points out.
“You have balconies, in this little cafe? Now I have seen everything!” Ditzy exclaims.
“No, I don’t think you have; but I will not bother you with the details, not even Celestia will live that long!” I put forth, with a conspiratorial wink.
“Has bro, but I have the impression your date is here!” I point out, without any further ceremony.
“A bottle of milk with two glasses; a large Daisy salad for two and two diminutive wild strawberry cupcakes, please!” she finally orders.
“Ten bits, please!” Pinkie acknowledges.
I watch the mare count the bits, before Pinkie Pie is counting and slipping the bits under the counter.
"Coming right up, Ditzy!” she then adds.
I follow Ditzy with my eyes, as she is navigating the room; between chairs and tables, to the promised balcony table. She easily trots up onto the balcony and sits down on the chair facing the window; waiting for the impromptu date.
“Hiya, Bubble Berries, your mare is already here; waiting for you in the inner corner balcony!” Pinkie explains.
“Hello, Pinkie; Thank you, I will be there in a moment!” he responds, following his mare’s hoof steps.
“That is your cue, Amethyst!” Pinkie Points out.
“Of course, Pinkie!” I respond; as I pick up the tray with their lunch, before I walk over to the balcony.
“Here you go, bon appetite!” I exclaim, as I place their lunch on the table, before them.
“Thank you!” Ditzy exclaims, excited over the situation she just found herself in.
“You are quite welcome!” I point out.
Just as I turn my back on the dating couple, I see the white unicorn marshmallow named Rarity with Fluttershy in tow. Of course Rarity is taking the lead; it is who she is and how she is operating. It is also natural for Fluttershy to be in tow. Sometimes, she is like the object following in the wake of a large and fast ship on the sea.
Yet, Fluttershy is by no means diminished by staying in the shadow of a large personality. Fluttershy may be kind and meek, but she is a strong mare in her own right. I can easily see the strength in her, as she is following Rarity.
“Hello, Pinkie Pie!” Rarity exclaims; as she reaches the counter, just after she entered the room.
“Hiya, Rarity and Fluttershy!” Pinkie Pie exclaims; joy beaming off of her, like light of the sun.
The drama is literally and figuratively oozing off of the ponies by the counter and flooding the room like a tidal wave from a large comet.
“Since you booked a table, and balcony; you are here for lunch?” Pinkie Pie inquires.
“Yes, but of course; my dear, I am practically starving!” Rarity responds.
“I thought so!” Pinkie responds, forcing me to grin at the remark.
“From the appearance; Rarity could have been a marshmallow, molded into the shape of a pony!” I muse quietly, not permitting a sign of the image to slip onto my face.
“Salad, and tea, Rarity?” Fluttershy inquires.
“A fine choice, Fluttershy; a fine choice, indeed!” Rarity responds; before she is frozen in place, eyeing the menu and scanning the delectable choices before her.
“On second thought, the milk is certified not to be of bovine origin?” Rarity inquires.
“It is, indeed; Rarity, this is human milk!” Pinkie Pie explains.
“The only pony I trust over you, Pinkie Pie; would be Applejack, and just because she is the element of honesty!” Rarity points out, matter of fact.
Of course, every pony in Ponyville knows of that, by now. No point in hiding the fact, you see it in her eyes; when she explains, what she knows to be true. You never catch her in a lie. Not unless Discord had a finger in it, of course. That was a very long time ago, so most ponies barely remember that now. Then again, even critical details manage to slip between the cracks in memory.
While I may not have watched Ruby, while she was producing this milk; but I know she enjoys the milking machine on her room quite alot. Of course, every purchase for the cafe is registered and documented; for later use.
If Ruby enjoys the lactation; but I am not sure if she would enjoy doing it before a crowd, though. Who would? It feels a bit too private and intimate, to me.
“These are the horns of my giraffe design!” Rarity ponders, as she had seen me and my horns.
“The tips of the horns are glistering, as if they were wet!” she realizes.
“I asked Twilight Sparkle enchant the tiaras, you crafted for me; Rarity, I think they came out just right!” Pinkie Pie elaborates, as she is noticing the glances Rarity was casting my way.
“How does she know, everything?” I ponder.
“I thought as much!” Rarity responds, permitting a warm smile spread out over her face.
“No pony rivals her in enchanting, even if Starlight Glimmer may challenge her magic on specific fields!” Pinkie Pie points out.
“Maybe we should challenge the two of them, some day; to see how they respond to our point of view?” Rarity offers, not so much in jest as a clear challenge.
“I may not even be a unicorn, but even Princess Twilight Sparkle can’t challenge me in my field!” I respond, giggling.
“Exactly, which is exactly the point!” Rarity responds.
“I think the two of you needs a bottle of milk and two glasses!” I point out.
“My body requires a large salad!” Rarity points out.
“I think I have exactly what you need!” I point out, as I select a special, surprise salad for two.
“A plate of cupcakes, for the two of you should give your meal that special edge!” Pinkie Pie responds, grinning.
“Is this a date?” Rarity inquires, as the chock of a realization hits home on her, like an anvil on the top of her head.
“Your choice, Rarity; but either way, it is on me!” Pinkie Pie explains.
“I think I will accept!” Rarity announces, steering the steps towards the indicated balcony.
“Thank you, Pinkie Pie!” Fluttershy exclaims, in her quiet voice; before she is following Rarity towards the balcony.
Once the couple had accepted the offered lunch, I collect the lunch on a tray and follow them onto the balcony.
“Allow me!” I exclaim, as I serve them the lunch.
“Thank you, Amethyst!” Rarity responds, before she realizes what my name is.
“Of course; Pinkie Pie had to name all her girls after gems, the colours of their eyes?” Rarity ponders, as the realization is hitting home.
“I hope the meal will be to your satisfaction!” I offer, as I am elevating the balcony to the optimum height.
“This is indeed a balcony!” Rarity observes, as she is feeling the floor pushing upwards under her and everything in the room is slowly moving downwards in her field of vision.
“It is, indeed; figured you would enjoy the elevated position, where you would be in the limelight!” I respond.
“Three feet is not much, but unless we could convince Twilight Sparkle enchant an optical illusion on the room; this is as much as we can manage, without drastic changes of the building!” I ponder.
“When it comes to entertainment, and spreading joy; Pinkie Pie is generous, honest and kind for an entire city. She also has the inspiration and the magic to push it through!” I ponder.
“Pinkie Pie has indeed outdone herself; again!” Rarity points out, just as she is feeling the balcony stop.
There is enough space overhead, for any unicorn to stand up on the floor, but that is just enough margin for comfort and no more. Of course, both Rarity and Fluttershy are comfortably seated before the table.
I pour up fresh, cooled milk in their respective glasses, observing as they watch me doing it. Maybe I do enjoy the attention, just a little bit; after all, and I should not deny it.
Milk is not wine, and one certainly does not store it to age; it is far too fragile and does not age well or at all. Yet, a delicate milk glass can still lend a special grace to the drink of choice.
Rarity carefully grips her fork in her magic’s grip and stabs the salad eagerly and with grace. Fluttershy picks up her fork and tentatively stabs the salad before her. For a moment, I watch them eat in silence.
As the moment had passed, I step in behind Rarity, slowly and carefully placing my hands over her head. I spread my fingers and start scratching her between and behind her ears. There is a gasp and what would have passed for the equine equivalence of a feline purring. This is the queen of the style and drama incarnate.
While my estimate of the time is not overly exact, but I give Rarity about twenty minutes worth of adorable bliss. Slowly, carefully scratching her head; while I manage to give her the equivalence of a massage, of the skin under her mane. I did not even ruffle the hair on her head, so she will remember the joy of experiencing a scratch properly.
I lift my hands and walk around, to stand behind Fluttershy. As I am standing behind the shy, yellow pegasus mare, I place my hands over her head. I spread my fingers and slowly reach for the point behind and between her ears as a good starting point.
There is an instant and quite distinct change in Fluttershy, from the moment I start scratching her head. Had I unlocked a secret dream of hers? She is the element of kindness, but does that mean that she does neither want nor need a moment of care and compassion in return?
The demeanor and movements of the mare before me is slowly changing, as instants slip through the half condensed honey. Her eyes are glossing over as she is lost in the moment. Yet, she manages to stab her vegetables with renewed and ever growing grace and precision as time is passing.
I watch the two mares stopping, only to take a sip of the still cool milk I am serving them from the bottle. It is a joy, for me to perform for these mares. Just to see them enjoy my craft and my presence. I am not a pariah of scorn and a target of scolding; but feels like the star in the room, even if it I who is serving them. Maybe this is a contradiction, to some? I do not care, but take great joy and pride in the instant between the moments.
Of course, the bottle is emptied, and they are slowly consuming their meal.
As the salad is no more, they move over to the cupcake and chew. I continue watching them in awe. While it may not be a challenge to hold the pastry; aided by magic like the unicorn Rarity. Maybe it is just me, finding it fascinating to see them eat without the use of nimble hands.
The silence remains unbroken. I may take a step back and move from one pony to the next. There may be a squeak from my hooves as I walk, yet, the silence remains unbroken. I hear breathing, but the room is quiet.
I see other ponies moving about, below the balcony, yet the room is empty. There is but the two ponies before me on the balcony. I see and feel the one mare before me, the one whose head I am scratching.
Thankfully, I had already had my lunch; before Rarity and Fluttershy entered the cafe. It is fortunate; since I would have been liable to distractions and could never have performed or enjoyed performing on this level otherwise.
Pinkie Pie had already lowered the balcony with Ditzy Doo and Bubble Berries down to the floor. They had enjoyed the meal, and the date had been a complete success for all involved.
Other ponies had come and gone. Ponies enter the cafe, approach the counter and order their meals. Some continue to a table and enjoy the lunch there; while others enjoy the take-away option and eat elsewhere. Considering the breakfast, I could imagine the room still is filled, by now. Pinkie Pie knows how to gather a crowd and entertain the ponies of Ponyville. She knows entertainment and how to make ponies happy. You just have to grin, in her presence.
Yet, I stay focused on the mare before me, the mares on the balcony on which I am standing. I serve them a meal, please them with what I can do for them. I take joy and pleasure in their joy. Why do I need anything else?
They finally place their forks on their bowls, when they have finished the salad and consumed each and every cupcake. Their glasses are as empty as the now dry bottle before them. I gather up everything on the tray, before I guide the balcony down to the floor.
I step to the side and permit them to step down off of the balcony, watching them leave with wonder and beaming of joy. I walk back to the counter, where Pinkie Pie is waiting. I am ablaze and beam with joy and satisfaction; as if I had been the recipient of the services. Maybe this is a girl thing?
“What if I am indeed the one given a treat? I love scratching the pony!” I ponder.
“In giving, I receive!” I point out, as I reach Pinkie Pie.
“I take joy, in the happiness of my fellow pony! I give everything I have, in pleasing the ponies before me!” she responds, grinning back at me.
“Ponyville is blessed; for a pony like you, Pinkie Pie!” I utter.
“The ponies who don’t understand me, compare me with the changelings of old; capable of living only by leaching on the love of others! I live off of the joy of ponies, in the very same way! Is there a difference, it is in how I give them joy for the sake of making them happy!” she mumble.
“Didn’t Twilight say that friendship is magic? Friendship is just a type of love! Although I guess I have never known any creature readily loving any and all; with nothing but the intent to make them happy!” Ruby points out.
I had been the property of a griffon, when a pink mare by the name of Pinkamena Diane pie just trotted up and bought me. For some reason, she gave me the name Sapphire, just after she had taken me out of his sight.
“Out of sight, and out of mind; you can imagine he never existed, because you will never see him again!” Pinkie Pie explained, to me.
“Oh, and you will not need this, either!” she points out, taking the leach off of me, while keeping the collar.
“This is the strangest pony I have ever seen, not that I had seen all that many ponies before! Was she by any chance part of a movement, aiming towards freeing all the captive humans in the land? Even if she had paid for me, but still!” I ponder.
“I will take you to a friend of mine, by the name of Rarity; she will fix something more appropriate and fitting, for you to wear! I can always give her these items the griffon had placed upon your body, maybe she could find a better use for the material?” she then adds.
“I guess anything is better use, than it had been on my neck?” I suggest; tentatively, in the hopes I was actually pleasing her.
“I guess you do have a point, Sapphire; anything is better, than what it made to you!” she responds, no giggling, as if I had been telling her a joke.
“Ponies are weird, strange and borderline insane!” I ponder.
She herself is wearing exactly nothing, but the grin on her face. Unless you count the mark on her flank? It is a mark on her body and person; even if it may not be removable, in her case. I have no idea, as to what the mark means or represent; the griffons doesn’t have the mark, and they are not explaining what it is. At least, they never talk about it; when a mere human girl like me is in the room.
“Rarity?” I merely inquire, not sure what the word means.
“She is the seamstress of Ponyville, she is crafting the most beautiful garments and suits for any pony who feels the need or urge to have and wear them!” she responds, giggling as if it had been general knowledge.
“Ponies are wearing clothes?” I inquire; “Even in a small town like Ponyville?” I ponder, but does not push that question further.
“You do not try the patience of your owner or patron; lest you are prepared to face the pain that comes with it!” I ponder, remembering what the griffons taught me, by demonstrating the point .
What use is a pet, if she is not perfectly obedient? That is, what I had been; to the griffon who owned me, and later sold me to this pink mare. Her behaviour is actually even more scary; than that of the most aggressive and violent griffon ever could have been. Maybe it is in her expression and how she is constantly smiling and giggling.
Of course, she is a pony; what am I expecting, when I have a pony before me?
Sometimes, it is easier, if you do not expect anything; don’t even expect, the unexpected. Anything expected could be turned into a disappointment, or made reality.
Minutes are passing by, like the grains of sand on the streets in the village. She is greeting and encouraging ponies, waving her right hoof at any one and every one of them. Who, and what is she? A celebrity or something? Each and every pony is greeting her, waving back to her. Most of them ignores me entirely, as if I had not existed.
Maybe it is for the better.
In the end, we are reaching the destination that is the target of her excursion. The white building that looks like a carousel. The Carousel Boutique, she had called it; and what a perfectly descriptive name that had proven to be.
Inside, I see the white unicorn herself. A rarity and a marshmallow. Pure and unblemished. I can but stare at her. I try to hide my gaze and turn away.
“Hiya, Rarity!” Pinkie Pie exclaims, shattering any attempts to be invisible in a single exclamation.
“Greetings, Pinkie Pie; and before you ask, I do have everything since you asked me about the uniform for your girls. Since you have a girl with you now, take a box with you to Twilight Sparkle; I am certain, she could enchant the suit for her right away!” she points out.
“Now is the time to be worried and scare; all the things mentioned, everything I can’t even begin to grasp!” I ponder.
“She does have other girls in her service?” I ponder; “What girls, and what are they doing now?” I finally managed to ask.
“They are working at The Pink Balloon Cafe, serving pastries!” Rarity points out, giggling.
“Serving pastries, at a cafe?” I inquire, not knowing what to think.
“Of course, ponies are not griffons, so what my previous owner told me; may not apply, to what I am to expect from Pinkie Pie!” I realize.
“Ponies love my muffins, with a cup of tea!” Pinkie Pie explains, grinning.
“You do know that ponies are vegetarians? Baked goods, like muffins; flavoured with some spice or berries can lighten up an entire day!” Rarity explains.
“While I did not buy you, to liberate you from the griffon who owned you; but I do have perfectly legitimate reasons to take you away from him, I have a business to run and ponies to serve!” Pinkie Pie explains.
“I will leave you to tend to your boutique, Rarity; since you had everything ready and prepared for me, I will be out of your mane and on my way to see Twilight Sparkle!” Pinkie Pie continues.
“She does live in Ponyville, too?” I inquire.
“Twilight used to live just next door, but then her home was destroyed. She used to live in a library located in an oak, there is just an empty lot, where the oak stood. Now she lives just outside town!” Pinkie Pie points out.
“Hope you managed to cheer her up, after that happened!” I point out.
“That was tough, on everypony; back in the day, but we have recovered, by now!” she points out.
I can see her mane deflating like a balloon, when the air is leaking out of it. Even the pink hue of her body desaturates, while she is thinking of it.
While it does take time, and is hard exercise; we did manage to get to the castle. It is apparently cut right out of purple crystal. Almost the same hue, as the mare living in the castle.
Pinkie pie knocks on the door; and out of everything that could have been peaking out, a purple dragon named Spike. I almost fainted, right then and there.
“Hiya, Spike; is Twilight in, right now?” Pinkie inquires.
“Hiya, Pinkie; nice to see you over!” Spike replies, opening up the door more and stepping to the side.
“Thanks, Spike; always fun to see you too!” Pinkie responds.
“How did ponies get to be so warm, friendly and all fuzzy? Griffons certainly are anything but!” I ponder.
“Right this way, come-on in, please!” Spike continues.
“I really don’t see enough of you, these days; Spike!” Pinkie exclaims.
“Promotions, promotions, promotions; at first it was fun and made me feel secure in my position, but now I have come to realize just how much work and responsibilities that come with it!” Spike puts forth, matter of fact in a dry and tired tone of voice.
“You knew where that was leading, from Princess Celestia; while you still lived with filly Trilly in the Royal castle?” Pinkie points out.
“I guess I did get a whiff of it, back then; but I was too young to understand or care! Back then, it was mostly fun and games; aside from the lessons actually concerning me, in person!” Spike points out, now much more enthusiastic.
“Sorry! That is growing up, Spike! Princess Spike was a fun game, but Prince Spike isn’t quite as fun, in real life; now is it?” Pinkie points out.
“Oh, and yeah; it was. Takes a tough dragon, to get used to it all, even after all I went through!” Spike responds.
“There are a few advantages of growing up, too; I know you have seen and enjoyed some of that by now!” Pinkie Pie continues.
“Oh, yeah; I did get my wings, finally!” Spike points out, flexing his wings for a moment.
“This is her office; just knock on the door, and see if and when she is ready to see you!” Spike adds, before he is returning to his ordinary duties.
“Thanks, Spike; and see you, soon!” Pinkie Pie exclaims, after the dragon as he is walking down the path we came from.
The hall is still and quiet, as we reached the door, the halls remains still and quiet as the mare is knocking the door. The hall is still and quiet, it always still and quiet here. Cold, shiny crystal. The crystal is a deep purple, just like Spike.
While the crystal floor is hard and cold; it is still feeling warm and soft under my bare feet, while I stand and wait for the pony to emerge from the room referred to, as an office.
“Am I comforted by the sensations, or is it scaring me even more?” I ponder, while I wait for what is to come.
After merely a few minutes; a soft voice is emanating from behind the door.
“Enter!” the Princess speaks in soft and measured tones, just before the door opens before the mare who just guided me into the maze referred to as a castle.
“Why are the walls the hue of Twilight?” I ponder, before I realize the meaning of the name of the pony on the other side of the door.
“For some reason; it feels wrong and unnatural for someone to actually live here! A pony all the more so, she is a horse and should be most comfortable with the freedom of the open air outside!” I ponder.
Since the door is open, and we had been bidden to enter; Pinkie Pie steps right in and I follow her into the small room. This room does feel a bit warmer, due to the decorations of her Royal office.
A purple mare is sitting behind a desk; eagerly looking at Pinkie Pie, and me as an extension. She is clearly excited over having her friend Pinkie Pie with her; just as she is happy to have a short break from her Royal duties. At least, so I would assume.
“Duties, duties, duties, duties, duties, duties, duties and more duties; at least, I do something for my friends and fellow ponies!” she ponders, before she snaps back to the room and the pony before her.
Then she is ogling me for a moment curiously looking at me for several minutes. Should I be honoured, indifferent or very, very, very scared, right now?
She is clearly smiling; if it is directed at Pinkie Pie exclusively, or if I am included, I have no idea.
“Greetings, Pinkie; nice to have you over again!” Twilight exclaims.
“Hiya, Twilight!” Pinkie Pie responds.
“Is this the Twilight Sparkles?” I ponder, feeling the gears ticking within my brain.
Of course; twilight is this deep purple. Both the pony and the early night sky is supposed to be this deep purple hue. I do feel stupid and embarrassed; imagining my cheeks burning, like an erupting volcano.
No pony is taking notice, but merely chatting amiably about the business and the order of things. All goes right over my head. Until, Pinkie Pie points out the business of the day; the box she had just brought from the Carousel Boutique and Rarity’s.
“You could enchant the uniform, for me; and in extension, the girl I have before you who is going to wear it!” Pinkie Pie exclaims.
“Yes, I could! You do refer to the old enchantment, you asked me to perform on your behalf; on the uniforms for you three girls?” Twilight responds.
“If you can use the same enchantment, for this uniform, why bother digging up a new one again? You would be digging up a new spell, for each and every girl, brought before you?” Pinkie Pie points out.
“Since we are all here; how about you put these on, before I am enchanting them for you?” Twilight suggests.
“Am I supposed to wear anything? Just for you?” I inquire.
“Yes, I was hoping you could put on something nice! You should be a close enough fit, for the clothes I had in mind for you!” Pinkie explains, as she is pulling out the contents from the box Rarity had given her and now me.
“It was just a chock, to be asked to wear actual clothes; I am not used to it, but I guess it could feel good to wear something nice!” I respond.
“A pair of panties, a skirt, a top, stocking and gloves!” I ponder; as I slowly and deliberately slips into the given uniform.
Each garment, a solid, deep pink; matching the hue of the coat of fur on the pink mare who bought me and brought me here.
As I look closer; there had been an option, there are two pair of seemingly identical stockings. On second thought; I realized, how I had chosen the cervine variety of stockings, lending me a pair of cloven hooves to stand on.
I watch the box, then the purple mare before me. Her horn lights up; the deep purple ball of light growing and intensifying, before the light spreads down the entire length of her unusually long horn. She continues to focus her magic, the light reaches out and touches me and grabs all the parts of pink rubber; performing what the pink mare referred to as an enchantment. I feel the material contract and form after me and my body. These garments, now my personal uniform.
As she is withdrawing the magic from me; I realize that it is much easier to stand up, on my rear hooves, than it had been before. It is, as if it had been natural and I had indeed been born to walk around like this.
My skin is now the marshmallow white, under the shiny rubber of the uniform. My lips are pink and my eyes the radiant blue of the Sapphire. While my eyes had been blue, but now it is obvious. My lips are shiny and bright pink. Of course; now I have inch-long, semi-square, crystal clear nails, befitting my new position. The pink touch-pads is something, I just will have to get used to.
“That, is just beautiful!” Pinkie Pie exclaims.
“This works directly, and is even easier to control with the girl in the ensemble!” Twilight points out, eager and excited.
“Why do I have the impression; she would love to enchant uniforms for an entire army of little girls, just like me?” I ponder, in stark chock of the realization of what she had actually just said.
“Enchanting the entire uniform directly is more efficient, particularly, when you have the girl that is the target of the enchantment before you and actually wearing the suit!” Twilight ponders.
I had been wearing the entire uniform, while she cast the spell. Although, I had only been wearing one out of two pairs of these stockings or boots. Neither had I been wearing the hat that comes with the uniform. Did that even matter, when she enchanted the entire ensemble?
“Oh, and why do I not feel odd; wearing these clothes I was just given, despite the overt and obvious implications. I do enjoy the top and skirt, for what they are!” I ponder.
The box is still glowing, even after she had ceased the spell, referred to as an enchantment. I put the top of the box back on, hiding the eerie glow within the box.
“Thank you Twilight; I think it is time we get home and out of your hair!” Pinkie Pie points out.
“Okay, Pinkie Pie; see you on the next meeting and for the next enchantment!” Twilight responds.
I follow my owner, Pinkie Pie; as she trots out of the room and bounces on her way, while navigating the maze of crystal towards the door through which we came. Following her pace is a challenge, but I try my best not to lose her and thus get permanently lost in the castle.
“What if that had been her original intent; just to lose me in the castle?” I ponder, shivering and hasting my step.
After a moment, I realize something utterly unexpected; when I hasten my step more, I find myself bouncing forwards just a step behind her. That is odd, and I am growing even more scared. This world is indeed messing with me, and these ponies seems to be the tool with which it is doing it.
Pinkie Pie really do go all out, when she acquire me, for her cafe. While I still think I am a girl at heart, under the uniform she had me put on; I am turning into her, or at least a replica of her.
“What would others think of me, now; looking like this, bouncing like an insane pony who just does not bother with what the world at large thinks?” I ponder, quietly; not putting breath behind the words, and voicing my thoughts.
She leads me back to town the same road she trotted to the castle, before; while I notice that we are not going to the Carousel Boutique or the market, where she acquired and bought me for Celestia knows what purposes.
“What did that expression come from? I could but guess the expression makes sense, following this pink mare to wherever she was heading!” I ponder, as I reflect upon the surroundings of us.
There is a large building, coming up before us all of a sudden; as we continue to bounce down the street. I follow her up to the open door and stop short, just to casually walk into the building.
There are three girls, dressed exactly like me, while they do wear the hat of the uniform too. These girls each have horn of one variety, or the other; just as they all have hooves, as well.
“Ruby; the unicorn has equine hooves! Emerald; the deer has cervine hooves and Amethyst; the giraffe also have hooves and horns according to her personality!” I ponder.
In chock, I realize I know their names and who they are. Of course, Pinkie Pie is the only possible explanation; even if I don’t know her well enough to say. Yet, I came with her and she obviously is owning and operating this cafe.
“When grasping for straws, logic and reason is abandoned as the first casualty!” I ponder, giggling at how that came out.
“Welcome, Sapphire!” Ruby exclaims; the moment she notices my entrance, turning towards me.
“Let me help you, finding your room!” Emerald offers.
“Now, this is a surprise; unexpected and welcome as it may be!” I ponder, accepting the offered guidance to my room.
“Wait, do I have a room?” I inquire, not even daring to consider the possibility of being given anything more.
“Yes, but of course; right this way, and I will explain everything to you!” Emerald explains.
While Emerald is following me up the flight of stairs, Pinkie Pie is trotting up behind the counter in the middle of the room. Just like Pinkie Pie, Emerald is bouncing up the flight of stairs before me.
“Actually, we even have a girls’ room on the second floor!” Emerald points out, pointing at the door as we walk towards my room.
As I open the door; I notice the glossy pink walls with balloon and confetti relief structure. There is a bed by the wall behind the door. I even have a bed stand and a wardrobe.
“Look into your night stand!” she points out and I follow the instruction to the letter.
There is a bottle of hoof polish, intended to be applied by hand. I will have to apply this polish, or lacquer by myself, but I guess that is fine by me.
“She afforded me tall this?” I gasp.
“Yes!” she responds, flatly; “And by door count, she is going to acquire more girls for this cafe alone!” Emmerald then adds.
“Maybe I could as well accept the offer and enjoy myself!” I respond; “I do not exactly have all that much of a choice!” I ponder.
“I wait, downstairs; while you polish your hooves! I am at the cafe, if you need anything!” she points out.
I notice that she is actually closing the door behind herself, before I hear characteristic squeaking noises from her hooves as she continues back to the cafe.
“If these stockings are made out of rubber, or a similar material; they are bound to give of the telltale sounds of it!” I ponder.
I had chosen these stockings, for a reason; before I had realized they came with hooves. I guess these cervine hooves could be taken as an extra bonus for me, or a cure if I did not like them. Once I had walked the entire mile, they had literally and figuratively grown on me, I could not imagine, not having these hooves anymore. Why should I not have hooves, they are a part of me.
“The rest, the clothes; is just a uniform, I am expected to wear at work!” I ponder; “But I still need to take care of myself!” I add.
I uncap the bottle and pull out eh brush, coated with the clear and highly viscous gel passing for the lacquer I am about to polish my hooves with. I open my legs and spread my hooves as wide as I could feel comfortable with; before I start applying the gel from the top and at the middle. I continue stroking the brush to the right and left. Just slipping the brush into the bottle each time, in order for the brush never to become dry.
As I had applied the lacquer to the right side, I continue with the left side; before I finish that last part. Once I had finished my right hoof, I repeat the process with my left hoof. Funny how natural that feels. I am not even making a mental double-take on this.
While I know little to nothing about these gel lacquers, I imagine it had to take several minutes for it to set alone, not to mention curing completely. I sit on top of the bed with my legs wide apart and my hooves spread enough not to touch.
On second though; as I look closer, my hooves are turning a darker ping and are now glistering generously.
After several minutes, I end up touching the tip of my right hoof; finding it completely dry and cured true and through. I jump down onto the floor, chocked by the squeaking noises from my freshly polished and shiny hooves. Of course, the sensitivity is considerably more acurate, than it had been as I walked home. This cafe is my home now.
A stupid idea, is stupid; yet I had chosen to do it, and will just have to live with the consequences of what I do. Fingernails are the same as hooves; equine, cervine or otherwise. At least, it is my image of it. If I am wrong, so be it; I will have to live with the mistake.
There is considerably more polish in the bottle, so I decide to polish my nails. From the middle, then right and left, fight and left. I had started at the edge and puled the brush down towards the tip of each nail. Of course, I had even painted the back of each inch-long nail. I had started with the thumb and continued finger by finger. I had taken each nail in turn; right and left hand. I do enjoy how glossy it is making my nails; even if I have no idea, as to the effects this will have upon me later.
Maybe, just maybe I could give my hooves another round; just for the fun of it, to see the effect? I did go through with it and polished each of my hooves all over again. The polish dries and cures in a mere minute; I now realize.
I cap the bottle and hide it in my night stand. Slowly and carefully, I put my hooves onto the floor and raise to my hooves. Once I stand up, I walk to the door and open it.
“Wait, I clearly forgot something!” I realize, picking up my hat and hide the box under my bed.
I close the door to my room behind me and walk to the flight of stairs, finding myself bouncing all the way down. The flight of stairs is just a level or about six feet. It is quite easy to navigate; even when I am bouncing down.
There is no remark, on the effects of how I applied the polish on my nails. Maybe they had not noticed, but I did not explain it either.
“Nice of you to come down to the cafe, we certainly could use another pair of hands here!” Emerald points out.
“Oh, dear!” Ruby exclaim, in excitement over a second pair of cervine hooves on the floor.
“That, is what she is noticing and putting emphasis on? Oh, well!” I ponder, saying exactly nothing.
“Well, just get your hands on the head of a pony; know you will love it!” Amethyst points out, giggling in glee.
Of course, this is exactly when the mail-mare arrives on the scene. Derpy is eagerly trotting into the room.
“A delivery for Sapphire!” Derpy exclaims, scanning the room in search of me.
“Now, what did I do?” I ponder.
“Of course; that would be me, or the delivery would never have gotten to our cafe!” I ponder slowly approaching the grey mare.
Just as I reach her; she is pulling out the package from her saddle-bag, she is using to carry the mail she is carrying in the service. She manages to pull it out with her mouth and extends it towards me; looking strangely at me with her derped wall-eyes.
I accept the large package; “Thank you!” I respond.
“You are quite welcome, courtesy of Rarity’s!” Derpy responds, with a wide grin.
“Oh, yeah; I should have expected!” I ponder; “But, thank you, anyway!” I point out.
“She is such a sweet little muffin!” I realize; “Is this when I should get my hands on the mare?” I ponder.
“She could scream!” I ponder.
Yet, I lift my hands and spread my fingers, scratching her head between and behind her ears. There is no scream, but the room is still and quiet. She does not even move, but closes her eyes and just stands there. As if she was enjoying herself, somehow.
Once I finally do withdraw my hands, she is just standing there; like a large plushy-doll, looking like a pony. Her eyes remain closed, but she is breathing.
“I hope I did not do anything wrong!” I whisper to Ruby, as I carry the package out to the kitchen.
I place the package on the table and break the seal with the nail of my extended index finger of my right hand. The seal is breaking, easily and quietly; without as much as a single complaint.
“Okay, that was easy!” I ponder, realizing just how useful the nails could be now.
“Maybe I should thank Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle?” I ponder.
I finally do open the package and withdraw its contents; placing it beside the box. There is a tiara with cervine stags. Another tiara with giraffe respectively a unicorn horn. I ignore the secondary tiaras and put on the one with the deer stags. It feels natural, and the tiara soon melts and leaves me with just the stags.
I pick up a full face mask and slaps it on; forgetting to consider the effects of the act.
I also find three pairs of alternative gloves; equine, cervine and giraffe hooves in place of hands. Curious, but I guess this could be useful. I put the remaining contents back into the box and closes it.
Once the box is closed, I walk up the flight of stairs and hide the box under my bed, before I return to the cafe. My sisters; Ruby, Emerald and Amethyst are eagerly awaiting me.
The day is finally at an end, I am tired. Maybe I should have been expecting it, but I have also been enjoying the day and myself. These girls are my sisters now. Apparently, we are named after the gems with the colour of our eyes.
I manage to bounce up the stairs towards our rooms, despite shaky legs. Should I have complained? Why?
“I think you need a little treat, Sapphire!” Amethyst suggests, leading me towards the empty room at the end of the hall.
There is a mattress on the floor, but otherwise the room is desolate. Oh, I forgot to mention the pink rubber sheet on the mattress. It did not seem to be of consequence; but I may be proven wrong, so I make sure to add it here.
“First off; you need to relax, so I will give you a treat!” Amethyst points out.
“You will need to lie on your belly, for this to work!” Ruby points out.
I notice Ruby standing on the right side of the door, while Emerald is standing on the left side of the now closed door.
I slowly walk up and climb down onto the mattress. It is much more soft and comfortable than I could have been expecting. Maybe it is my upbringing, I have to fault for this? Either way, I soon lie down on my belly with my arms by my sides, just as I had been told.
“Exactly what is a giraffe good at, I do not know!” I ponder.
“She does have horns, but what are they good at?” I continue.
While I see nothing of what is going on behind my back right now, I still hear what happens; the top is slipping down, before she is teasing her nipples with the tips of her fingers. Clear gel coating the tips of her fingers; she is permitting the top slide back into place as she is lifting her hands up and caressing the tips of her horns with the lubricating gel.
My back is mostly bare, exposed to what she has in mind for me; while I am left to wonder, exactly what the plans for me would be. The waiting only lasts so long, before she is presenting her intent. Of course, my sister had known this all along; since they had already seen her in action.
I feel her hands depressing the mattress, as she is leaning down over me; before the tips of her horns make contact with the skin on the small of my back. The cool, wet touch, causing a chock, just as the jolt is transferred. She is caressing my back, in the way none other ever could. Maybe an earth-pony could devise a means to imitate it?
She is making small, diminutive circles up and down my entire back. Initially following the length of my back, from the base of my skull, all the way down to my tail. She is feeling the core of my cramping, knotted muscles and pulling the knots right out. I feel each muscle slacken and relax, as she is working her way up and down my back.
After a few minutes, she continues to take my shoulders, right and left; forcing me to relax and relinquish control completely.
I feel the tips of her horns sliding down my right arm, pushing forth, ever forwards over the entire arm and over my hand. As she finished with my right arm, she starts anew at the base of my left shoulder and is repeating the process.
Once she had finished my left hand, I feel my skirt being pulled up along my thighs. She continues her work down my leg; from the top of my thigh and down, over the knee and all the way down to the cervine hoof.
Starting anew, from the top of my left thigh; moving down as she had worked my right leg.
At this point, I find myself utterly and completely relaxed. I do not want to even try to move a single muscle. Why? This new-found relaxation feels far too good to chance breaking the spell under which I had found myself.
The depressions in the mattress on which I am lying, slowly retract as Amethyst is raising to her hooves. Now Ruby and Sappire are approaching from the right and left, respectively. I feel my gloves being pulled off of my arms, other than that nothing is actually happening.
Once my gloves had been puled clean off of my hands; they promptly turn me over to lie on my back. I find this surprisingly comfortable. Maybe, due to the work Amethyst just performed upon me and my entire body. I do neither dare nor care to bother consider or ponder at this moment.
The girls are sliding my arms apart, before pushing the palms of my hands down onto the floor under the mattress. I feel a strange sensation, as the effects of the new suction-cups are taking effect; as I find my hands firmly stuck on the floor under me.
Had I tried, my hands would not come off of the floor. Right now, I am too relaxed to attempt to make the effort; which may be for the better, considering what that would make to me. They need no rope or fixture to hold me in place.
Amethyst steps forth, once more; while Ruby and Emerald steps back, into the background. She is pushing down the tip of her top and caresses the tips of her nipples. Now I can see it clearly. The tips of her fingers glistering, from the clear gel she had produced.
She is licking her lips as she is bending forwards. She is reaching for me, my nipples. I feel her pushing the tip of my top down and caresses my entire ad now larger nipples, as she is coating my nipples with the gel.
Ruby is standing back, but I see the red orb on the tip of her horn growing and intensifying. The light then flows down the entire length of her horn and she is reaching out for me. The light is caressing my nipples for a good long minute.
A pair of cups fly through the air under the power of Ruby’s magic. I feel the cups land squarely on my nipples and slip all the way down. The cups are connected to clear rubber tubes leading to the milking-machine I had not previously seen.
There is a whirring noise coming from the engine of the milking-machine. The whirring from the device is increasing, as the vacuum is created and suction is inciting lactation. I feel small jolts of electric stimulation, all over my nipples; teasing and pleasing, as it is slowly initiating the process of the desired lactation to start and continue.
I had been expecting a white liquid, to flow through the tube; chocked into silence by the semi-clear, light blue liquid flowing in its place. Blue is after all the colour of a Sapphire and intense heat.
There are no bubbles in the liquid, produced by forcing me to lactate. Yet, I can clearly see the liquid flow down the entire length of the tube; all the way down to the tank, where it is slowly pooling. Inch by inch, the blue liquid is gathered up; as the tank is filling up.
The whirring noise soon turns into a pleasant humming, as I lie on my back, perfectly relaxed and comfortable in my position. Why do I have to move? They are not urging me to do anything, right now. Am I given this perfect moment of bliss, an instant of beauty?
Time continues to pass and the tank is filing up as I watch. I am not staring at the machine, but each time I look, the tank is visibly more full than it had been before.
Feeling the electro-stimulation, while the suction is guiding the milk from my nipples and all the way to the tank on the other side of the tube. I feel it, enjoy it; and it is there, simply.
“What did Ruby do to my nipples and breast?” I ponder; permitting the thought run its course, then evaporate as it is reaching the end of the logical conclusion. I see the effect, but know nothing of what it did actually do.
“Is the effect permanent, or will that end up as an optical illusion by tomorrow?” I ponder.
My breasts continues to produce the milk, they are not going to run dry; for as long as I am stimulated, to continue to lactate. Why is it a problem? I do enjoy the sensations induced by the process. I am not being harmed, and it certainly does not hurt. Why should this hurt, again?
Since it is late, I am starting to feel tired and sleepy. Lactating and the pleasure that comes with it keeps me alert, for a while. I close my eyes. I still do keep up my lactation, of course.
Somewhere along the lines, I fall asleep and the lactation is discontinued. The cups are removed from my nipples and I am relieved. It is no duty or burden, but at some point it just had to stop.
“Am I by any means drained, or is the magic inducing the substance from somewhere else?” I would consider, but too tired and sleepy to draw conclusions now.
Since I had fallen asleep and do no longer lactate; the reason to hold me down is evaporated. Amethyst is licking the highly sensitive touch-pads, one at the time; from the thumb of my right finger and continues all the way to my pinkie finger, before she continues with my left hand. Somehow, my hands had been released from the floor; before Amethyst is lapping at the suction cup of my right and left hand in turn.
Now Ruby is lifting up my gloves and is putting them on me, once more. I am fully dressed as me, and I am back to myself. She carries me into my room and places me on my bed. The quilt had been folded to the side.
While I am lying on my bed, resting on my back; Ruby pulls my stockings off of me. My legs are revealed and bare; I am exposed, but not quite myself. Why did she do this? Did she really have to put me through, what I am about to experience next?
Ruby and Amethyst walk out of the room and Ruby closes the door behind herself. Emerald is left alone with my sleeping body. For some reason, she is kissing me right on the lips, the tip of my muzzle, and laps at my lips for a few minutes. She then scratches my head, for a long while; without ruffling my hair in the least.
Once she is done, she is folding back the quilt over me, where I am lying still on the top of my bed. This is of course my new bed. Pinkie Pie had arranged for the delivery while I was working the previous day. My first day at the Pink Balloon Cafe, owned by pinkie Pie herself.
While I sleep, I have these weird dreams; where I am trotting around like a deer, and the other me is walking by the side of the deer. The context, setting and perspective is changing between each dream, leaving me utterly confused. I have no idea, as to who or what I am. Of course, in the end, I wake up in my bed, where they had left me.
“Don’t forget, to lactate regularly!” the girl is telling the deer me in the last dream, from which I wake up abruptly.
“Oh, dear deer; that feels good! How could I pass it up?” I respond, while I am in fact puled out of my slumber.
“How much of that did I say within the dream, and how much of it could be heard in my room?” I ponder, in stark realization.
I fold my quilt up, then slide my bare, white feet out into the air beside the bed; ready to raise to my feet. Of course, I know I have cervine hooves; so the sensation of the floor under my outstretched toes hit me like an anvil from the roof of a very tall building. My feet do not bend back to permit me to stand like a girl on her entire feet. I find myself standing on the tips of my toes; as if had been standing on hooves. Cervine, equine or otherwise, but hooves nonetheless.
My legs and feet are not hurting; because Sapphire had given me her massage, and because I had been asleep for several hours. This made me fail to connect the polish with the effect it is having on me.
Since my stockings are lying on the floor before me, I soon found them and pick them up, before I had the time to consider. I slip my feet into the stockings and my legs return to what I am considering normality.
Before I do anything else; I pick up the bottle of lacquer from the night stand and uncaps the bottle. Sitting on my bed, I once more polish my hooves, enjoying the moment I have for myself. Just as the day before, this is curing within a mere minute; I am ready to walk out of my room.
I just slip the bottle aside, after I had capped it securely. Then I do recall that deer in my dream. She had told me something. I am eager to follow the instruction she gave me. Who cares how long the process would take me.
Thankfully, the tank had been empties, and the content bottled safely. All the milk I had produced safely stored. I lie down on my bed, before I put the cups onto my nipple and push the tips of my top down in the same move.
I close my eyes, as I put the cups onto my nipples, relax and feel the stimulation, while I hear the noises of the pump creating the suction. I feel the milk flowing through the tubes to the tank, while the cups are teasing me with their insistent electric tingling sensations.
Once the suction is close to full force; I could not have pulled the cups off of my nipples, if I had wanted to and tried. I just lie back with closed eyes, relaxing as I am enjoying the process in the moment. In my experience, this is just a short moment; even if it may have lasted as long as an hour or more.
Once I open my eyes, the tank is almost full and the suction had evaporated; like dew under the sun in the blazing dessert.
I slip the cups of, feeling them barely even lying on my nipples anymore. I take the time to bottle the milk, to the very last drop; bottle by bottle and carry it out to the fridge in out kitchen. The kitchen is empty, so I walk to the stairs and bounce all the way back down to the ground hue. Had this happened overnight? I had affirmed and strengthened this process and effect, y applying the third layer.
“I am famished!” I realize, as I continue into the kitchen behind the cafe.
As I step out of the kitchen, I notice a stone grey mare by the window. This is not a random pony, standing by a window; she is apparently holding a counter and serving ponies takeaway meals on the walk-through lane.
“There is something off, with this pony; she looks like Pinkie Pie, cut right out of a stone. Just that her mane is straight, and reaches halfway down to her hooves!” I ponder.
There is an eager, enthusiastic energy around the pony; and she is observing the ponies and customers before her with sharp, brilliant blue eyes. It is a measured gaze, not the intimidating stare of Fluttershy.
Where the old door out had been, there is now an opening to the rest of the cafe. The space behind the opening is packed with tables and chairs. I could count eighteen tables within before, now there are twenty eight tables in the original space.
“I guess you should not need to preorder take-away food, in Ponyville soon!” I ponder.
The original floor had been replaced with smooth, black stone tiles; extending out over the entire floor space now. Semi clear, pink rubber is coating the floor; giving off these special, distinct squeaking noises as you walk, trot or bounce. Though the chairs will not screech, when you move them; partially since they do not slide over the floor, now.
“The floor is not exactly sticky; but it would be impossible for me to lose my footings here, even if the floor was covered with water!” I ponder; “Maybe this is for the better, but it is interesting and exciting as well!” I continue, still remembering the night on that mattress.
Had I gotten up that late? It seems to be between the breakfast and lunch. Maybe this is why the grey mare is tending the take-away by the window.
As I scan the room, I notice how they had managed to restock the display cases. Yet, there is no new counter or display case in the bar inside the room.
“Nothing new, on our menu!” I ponder.
I continue into the kitchen; nothing new had been added in here, either. I open the fridge and pull out a salad, for myself. After I closed the fridge, I pull out a fork and stab the salad. Slipping the fork into my mouth and thew.
I just continue; stab salad, slip fork into my mouth and chew. I repeat, until the bowl of salad is empty. With that, I place the bowl and fork away to be dealt with later.
“Always a new salad, they make the best selection of foods for my meals!” I ponder; “But of course, they make these for the cafe to serve, as well! They could as well make these for us, too!” I continue.
A girl enters the room, coated in glistering black latex rubber entirely. Her eyes a dark chocolate brown, when her hooves are a deep, dark pink; almost to the point of being red. She is glistering in the light, beaming a bright grin towards me.
“Hiya, I am Jet!” she is presenting herself.
“Hiya, Jet; I am Sapphire!” I respond.
In chock and surprise; I notice how she is having a full set of cervine, deer hooves; not just a pair for her feet. She is trotting on all fours. Yet, just like me, she is wearing a full uniform of Pinkie Pie’s the Pink Balloon Cafe, all the same. The hat, top, skirt, gloves, stockings and even the panties.
I watch her picking a large peanut cupcake with chocolate topping and two diminutive wild strawberry muffins. She is chewing the cupcake with gusto and is licking her lips; while she enjoys, what is to be passing for her lunch.
“Yummy!” she points out, as she just finished the cupcake and continues with the muffin.
“Maybe, I should try one?” I respond, picking a muffin and nibble on it.
“A girl has got to eat!” I mumble.
“Every girl, has to make herself special and make her mark; even in this strange world of ponies and bright colours!” Jet answers.
“I guess we do, for otherwise we are replaceable and useless! I just can’t live like that! We live among ponies, so we have to function like and with them all day and every day without any break!” I point out.
“We can function like the ponies among them; isn’t that why Ruby is a unicorn and Amethyst is a giraffe?” Jet responds.
“Oh, dear deer; they are, and it works perfectly fine, for them! I, myself am more of the deer; just like you and Emerald!” I respond.
“Jet, what a strange name; but she is a bit unusual, for a girl in Pinkie Pie’s service too!” I ponder.
“Deer seems to be, just the thing; wouldn’t you say?” Jet points out.
“It certainly is!” I ponder; “So it would seem, just as it seems you need to go up and lactate, for a moment!” I respond.
“Yes, I have been having the need to lactate; as of late, since I moved in here!” she responds.
“It is an open choice, but it just feels so good! On the other rubbery hoof, I bet your milk is to die for!” I point out.
“I noticed the line of bottles of milk, in the display case; where our products are seen by the customers!” she responds; “Maybe I should go up and enjoy myself for a moment!” she ponders.
“The milk is quite popular! Ponies seems to like the milk, and knowing that it is not bovine!” I add.
“I will enjoy the option, now since I have enjoyed my lunch!” she explains; and trots right up the stairs, to her room and closes the door after herself.
I do enjoy the squeaking noises, her hooves are making for every bouncy step she is taking. Just that she is making so much more of these squeaks, with four hooves on the floor.
“By Celestia; I do love these little sounds she is making with her hooves, but I can never tell her about that!” I ponder.
”100% pure! Medical Lubrication! For ultra sound, infrared therapy, electro stimulation, lubrication!” I read the label on a bottle in the fridge.
“Is that the bottle I produced, just the other day?” I ponder.
“These bottles need to go directly to the local hospital in Ponyville!” Pinkie Pie explains.
“Makes sense!” I respond; “We could never make use of more than one of these bottles!” I ponder.
“You will need to wear a back pack; since saddle bags doesn’t work for bipedal gaits!” Pinkie Pie points out, pointing a hoof towards the back pack she had intended for me to carry the delivery to the hospital in.
I slip my right and left arm in behind the back pack, feeling it comfortably resting on my back Pinkie Pie really does go all out; when it comes to the comfort for us girls, and the products safety for the delivery.
I feel the weight build up, as she is stacking one bottle after the other into the back pack I wear. The pack manages to contain thirty bottles, all in all; quite heavy for a little giraffe, like me. At least, the bottles of lubrication, are not quite as heavy; as one would have expected, based on the size of each bottle.
“A nice day for a walk!” I ponder.
“The doctors and nurses will be quite happy, for the delivery!” I suggest.
“Yes, they will indeed!” Pinkie Pie responds.
“So many uses, for just the one bottle of clear, viscous gel! No wonder they are happy for this delivery!” I respond.
“That is why I ask you to carry this to the hospital; which is that large building, just at the edge of the village!” Pinkie Pie explains.
“Happy ponies, who could ask for more!” I propose.
“That is exactly the way I see it!” she responds.
“I had better go now, so I can reach the hospital in daylight!” I point out.
With that, I step out of the cafe and starts walking through town, towards the hospital; where I am told to deliver my goods, once I reach them.
“Happy ponies; I do enjoy the looks of ponies, smiling and grinning!” I ponder, as I set off, walking towards my destination.
Of course, I take the time to wave at every pony I see, watching them wave a hoof back at me, smiling. This is such a great job, for such a delightful pony. Who would have guessed?
While I am at it, I also say; “Hello!”, “Hi!”, or Hiya!” to each pony I see on my way, just for good measure. I am working for Pinkie Pie, after all. I can as well try to act in the spirit of my owner.
If it takes me a few more minutes to go to the hospital, who cares; so long as I get there in time, before they run out of any of the supplies I am delivering to them?
“I want to see you; beam, beam, beam!” my inner voice is sinking, as I continue, on my way to the hospital.
While I may never have heard the song, myself; but the spirit of Pinkie Pie knows the lyrics, for me. This alone, makes me grin.
Once I reach the large and expansive building, that is the hospital; I open the door and step right in, where Pinkie Pie herself had told me to enter. The room is fairly quiet, but not entirely deserted; thank Celestia, for that. I do not enjoy deserted places, even when they are cleaned up and well furnished.
Right out of nowhere, a nurse enters the room; even though she may have stepped through a door, into the room.
“Hi, I am Amethyst!” I respond.
“Oh, Pinkie Pie sent you?” the nurse responds.
“She did!” I answer.
“If you are here; you are delivering supplies, for the hospital!” she points out.
“Yes, I do have a delivery for the hospital; but I may need some help; in slipping out of the back pack, and in where to place all these bottles!” I respond.
“While it was easy to walk, all the way to the hospital; but these bottles may be fragile, and now they are pretty heavy!” I realize.
“Oh, I guess I could help you out; lighten the load, for you!” she points out.
“I need some assistance, with unpacking supplies!” the nurse calls out, a moment later, a white unicorn steps into the room.
“You need help, nurse? What seems to be the problem, and how can I be of assistance?” the unicorn inquire.
“I have some difficulty, lifting my back pack off of my back; so we can unload the supplies, for sorting and storing the bottles!” I point out.
“Oh, that is something I certainly can do!” the unicorn responds, smiling.
The next moment, the back pack is floating off and lands on a nearby table. The flaps slips up and the bottles are revealed, in the open.
“Is that, what I think it is?” the petite, slightly pinkish tinted unicorn inquires; as she manages a glance of the label of the first bottle of clear liquid.
“One of these needs to go to the maternity wing, right away! I will log these bottles, and notify the personal, about these new supplies; I know they will be highly appreciated!” the unicorn declares.
I enjoy watching them smile, while they work. I certainly can wait a few more minutes. This is their hospital; I leave the stocking of supplies to them, so nothing gets lost, broken or miss sorted. Pinkie Pie would not be pleased, if anything was to go wrong here.
“Pinkie Pie will be pleased, to see the ponies smiling because I delivered these bottles; she will take care of the paper work and other issues that may apply!” I ponder.
Of course, I know nothing of pony hospitals, or hospitals in general. I know nothing of paper work either, living in ignorant bliss. Paper work, is just a pain for those in power and with special responsibilities. I want no power, just as I have no use of need of special responsibilities.
I do my job, making ponies happy; in the name of my owner and patron, Pinkie Pie. What more do I possibly need? She is supplying me with a home, food, clothes, sisters and even a purpose in life.
The entire supply is stacked up, while the nurse is trotting out with a bottle to the maternity wing. Once I have seen, that all the bottles are in place; I slip out of the room and bounce back to the cafe.
As the last of the bottles is pulled out of my back pack, I pick it up and slip it right back on. I smile back at the two ponies, working at the hospital.
“Thank you, Amethyst; these will be put to use and help ponies!” the unicorn points out.
“You are quite welcome; I am just happy, these will come to good use!” I point out, in response.
“Rest assured, they will!” the nurse adds, as she is grinning.
“I guess I will see you, and have a nice day!” I exclaim.
“I am sure; I will see you next time you are back, with a new delivery! Unless it is not on my shift, of course! See you!” the unicorn responds.
I turn back and bounce out. As I close the door behind me, before I continue to bounce right back to my home at the cafe. I continue to wave at every pony I see and say; “Hi, Hello, or Hiya!” to each and every pony I come across.
Being new to moving around on my own and by myself, but I think I made it back safely. Even with the distraction, of so many ponies to wave at and say hello to, but I made it without undue tardiness. I did not even have to ask any of the ponies, for the direction to the cafe I had just come to. Or, the direction to the hospital, I had never been to, or seen before. Maybe Pinkie Pie had been good at describing where to go?
“Hiya, ‘Derpy!” I exclaim, as I see the grey mare with a fresh package to deliver.
“Hiya, Amethyst!” she responds, grinning back.
The mare continues on her way, while I slow down and walk back into the cafe. While she had not told me; this package is to the spa, for Lotus and Aloe. Naturally, it is a set of fresh bottles of gel lubrication I had been bottling the other day.
“My favourite mail mare!” I think, as I finally do enter my home, the Pink Balloon Cafe.
As a human, I am basically viewed as a pet; which is exactly how I am treated and the respect I have. Not all treat their pets well, or with any measure of respect; I knew it, since I had learned of this fairly early. Quite the rude awakening, I might add.
One day, my owner takes me to Ponyville, where the ponies live. I have a whiff of the green and the change of pace. Is my life ever, to be the same again?
One of these ponies walks up to my master and promptly buy me; for what ever reason she may have. One never know, not with ponies and this mare is the top of that particular shelf.
Her brightly pink fur and deeper mane tells me exactly nothing, ponies comes in all manners of bright colours. Her curly mane does not look special to me, but I am to learn the depth of that mistake; soon enough, though.
The bounce in her steps should have told even me; that something is off, and very peculiar about her. The enthusiasm of the aura and the way she just knew what is going down is indicative of things that are not what you expect. Commonly, she either knows more than she is letting on, or she is not all there.
“You sit on my back, I do not have the time to slack off, today!” she had merely giggled, as if she had been a little filly, waiting for her ice-cream.
“What?” I quietly exclaimed, but promptly did as I had been told.
I had to hold on for dear life; considering the speed along, not even bothering to mention the bounce in her gait. She is like that precious rubber ball I never could have had; the one I would have loved to have, had I not been a pet human from birth.
On the way to the cafe, she had been bubbling over about all the way from the market; I see all manners of strange buildings, these ponies live in or perform their business from. Did I mention the building that looks like a carousel, or the ginger-bread house apparently housing both a cafe and an entire family of ponies? No, silly me, I did not.
“The pony did mention, being in a hurry; I guess this is what I get, for not taking that as serious as I should have?” I ponder.
She had burst right into one building named; the Pink Balloon Cafe. Once inside, she is bouncing up the steps to the second floor. I am finally permitted to walk to my room. I actually have a room with a bed some pony made for me before I had arrived.
“I have a uniform for you, on your bed; you need to wear it, when you show up for work, each day!” Pinkie Pie explains, just before she is closing the door to my room.
“A fresh room of my own, a clean bed; and now this, clothes for me to wear! Even if she is referring to them as a uniform, for work!” I ponder.
“This is not cotton, or any other fabric I am familiar with; but whatever it is, it is smooth and feels good on my body!” I realize, as I pick up the white panties.
Stepping into the panties and pulling them all the way up is easy; then I give them a few tentative tugs, just for good measure and to ensure myself that I have put them on right. While I am no expert on fashion, but I still do not like my clothes to sit on wrong.
I pick up the pink skirt she gave me, step right into it; pulling it up and make sure it is on right. With the skirt on, I pick up the top; slipping it down over my head, tugging at it in order for the garment to fit just right. If for nothing, other than my sensitivities. Or, maybe it is just a little bit; for the mare generous enough, affording me these clothes for a uniform.
“Wait, what?” I exclaim, as I notice the stockings come in three samples instead of just the one I would have needed.
In the end, I find myself picking up a pair that comes with equine hooves as an extension. How or why this works, is way beyond me. I am but a simple human girl, born as a pet. Maybe I do not need to care? Maybe I need to ask Pinkie Pie about this? Yet, that could wait for a few minutes longer.
“Do I dare bothering her, asking for these simple details; just because it is over the head, of one silly, simple human girl’s head?” I ponder, feeling very insecure.
Of course; this is Pinkie Pie, and I need not threat. No smile will originate from a threatened. Pony, human or otherwise. I have much to learn about pinkie Pie, just as I have very much to learn from her. I will just have to take my time.
“Hey, even a pair of fancy looking full-length gloves!” I exclaim.
Smooth, pink local Ponyville produced latex rubber. Just as the rest of my uniform. I end up picking up the right glove and slip my hand right in. The fit is almost too good for me to believe. I flex my hand and fingers; exploring how it feels before I critically examine my hand in the glove. Neither the arm, nor the hand had changed, for all I could see; but what do I know, I am after all just a simple human girl who knows nothing.
“Funny, how this is more entertaining and amusing; than threatening and humiliating, to me!” I suddenly realize, while I continue ogling my right hand.
There is no sign of where the glove ends, and where my skin is starting, other than the shift in colour, from glossy pink to a mater and subdued white. I do not see the suction-cup that is the palm of my hand, just as I do not by any means feel it. What I do see: is the perfect, inch long, semi square, crystal clear finger nails; that start just after the final joint of each finger, while basically covering the tip of each of my nails now. Under the nail; I have a bright cerise, highly sensitive and coarse touch pad, starting at the final joint, and covering the tip of the finger all the way in under the nail.
“Am I still in Ponyville?” I inquire, out of none in particular; never expecting an answer, that will never be forthcoming.
I end up, picking up the left glove and slipping it on. If only for the symmetry. Or is it the joy of how it feels to wear?
“This is my room, so this night stand is mine; anything on it, is for my use?” I ponder.
There is a small bottle of equine hoof polish, standing on the night stand.
“Hoof polish! Applied by hand, only!” reads the label on the bottle.
There is something strange to how the bottle feels; this is no mere glass bottle, but one crafted out of emerald.
“Done, or almost done! Just that silly little hat, and I am done!” I exclaim, picking up the hat and putting it onto my head.
The surprise, of finding the hat actually fitting my head perfectly; no adjustments, and no allowance for minor details of imperfection. This hat does fit me, to a te; as if it had been crafted for me in person. Maybe Rarity herself had taken the measurements and crafted it by herself. Does Rarity trust any pony with her designs?
“Maybe it is good, that I chose the equine hooves; these will be so much easier to polish!” I ponder; as I turn my attention towards the bottle of clear polish, on my night stand.
Once I uncapped the bottle, I hold it in my left and the brush in my right hand. Now I am lifting up my right hoof, in order for me to polish it.
I start applying at the upper rim of the hoof, at the middle and pull the brush down as I stroke the gel out over my hoof. From there, I continue; right and left, right and left, until I have coated the entire hoof with the lacquer. I see a jolly nice gloss on the hoof.
While I permit the polish cure on my right hoof, I continue by repeating the process on my left hoof. Of course, now both hooves are glistering warmly in the light of the room.
Silly me; I repeat the process all over again, once and twice; ending up with thresh coats of the lacquer on both hooves. I notice how the previously pink hooves are turning just one shade towards red, each time I apply the polish.
“How many coatings, before my hooves are actually perfectly red? Do I want my hooves red, or did I prefer them in the original pink they were before?” I ponder.
“Painting a hoof, is kind of like painting a nail!” I ponder.
Only thins time, something more than mere application of gloss and hardening of a surface is occurring. While I did not yet know of it, but the changes will apply to me in a deeper and much more personal manner.
Once I trust the polish to be cured; I place my hooves on the floor, only to be greeted by a very distinct squeaking little noise upon impact. Something I will have to live with and get used to. My hooves are squeaking, like fresh latex rubber toys I never had. Maybe other girls had these toys; if they had not been born as pets to other creatures like griffons?
“At least, walking is just as easy; as it had been before!” I realize, as I walk to my door.
“My stride is longer; since the effect of these hooves is that my legs appear longer, than they had been before!” I ponder.
“Would these imaginary alternative, free girls have marveled or fussed over this change?” I ponder.
“Strange, just how my thinking is changing since I was bought by that pink pony mare! It isn’t, just that I live with a new and drastically different owner; this is far deeper, and came far too quick and easy on me!” I then realize.
I had after all been used; to the simple mind and fuzzy thoughts of the pet, I had always been. Now I am smart, at least for a girl pet.
I open the door and step out into the hall; before I close the door to my room behind myself and walk to the stairs. From there, I bounce down the entire length of the flight of stairs to the ground level and continue to walk.
Once I find myself in the cafe, I am faced by a grey mare; the mail-mare of Ponyville. She is populare, because she is so enthusiastic. My sisters love her, because of all the packages they are receiving from her.
“A package, for Diamond!” she exclaims, the moment she manages to lock eyes on me.
Well, she is struggling with her eyes; she manages to aim her right eye on me, while the left eye is wandering skywards. Once she manages to aim her left eye on me, her right eye is sliding far out on the side.
“I could not fault her, for the problems with her eyes; and certainly not in the house of Pinkie Pie’s, and being the pet, owned by Pinkie Pie!” I ponder.
I walk up to the mare, looking curiously at her.
“Her enthusiasm, is quite affectionate and infectious!” I realize, giggling at myself.
“A package, for you; from Rarity!” the mare no elaborates, once I am standing right before her.
“Thank you, Derpy!” I exclaim.
“A gift, courtesy of Rarity!” she explains, even if this was clearly stated on the package.
If I bother to read; it is clearly stated that the package had been sent by Rarity, of the Carousel Boutique. I save the reading for later and focus on the mare and the package she had just delivered to me.
“I am already given a gift and a package by the mail, on my first day here, barely had the time to dress up for work!” I ponder.
As the mail-mare takes her leave, I walk into the kitchen of the cafe; followed by the new squeaking noises, all the way in.
I place the package on the table and break the seal, with the nail of the index finger of my right hand. I find two sets of diadems. The first is adorned with a unicorn horn, a pair of deer stags and a pair of giraffe horns. The second is adorned by a pair of equine ears, a different unicorn horn and the third is decorated by a feathery design.
“Wait, there is a fourth with what appears to be bat wings?” I ponder.
I opt for the third tiara of the second set; the pegasus wings. I put the tiara on my head and stash away the remaining tiaras I had been given. If I like to try either of these out, later; I could.
“Maybe I could even let one of my sisters try out one of these, if I don’t want or need it?” I ponder.
While I am packing the unused tiaras in the package, I am sprouting a pair of wings; like the once of a pegasus. I just do not notice it right away. My human ears vanish, while a pair of perfectly fine and quite adorable equine ears appear on the top of my head. Other than that; I am also sprouting a diminutive equine muzzle, just like the one Pinkie Pie has.
I close the box and pick it up, before I am carrying it out of the kitchen. On my way, I am passing the flight of stairs; while I notice how much open space there is. Since I am not yet aware of my wings and have no experience with them; Ibounce up to the second floor and open the door to my room. As I enter, I notice a strange device hidden under my bed; but think nothing of t, leaving it to collect the non-existing dust under my bed.
Once I am done, with stashing away the package under my bed; I leave my room and close the door, only to find my older sister Ruby.
“Hiya, Diamond! Welcome to the Pink Balloon Cafe!” Ruby greets me.
“Hiya, Ruby!” I respond, while I watch her lighting up her horn.
The light-show begins, as the small ruby-red orb of magical light appears on the tip of her horn. I notice how the orb grows and the light is intensifying, to the point it flows down the entire length of her horn.
“Oh, oh!” I gasp, quietly and somewhat out of breath; as the light is reaching out and sliding down under my top and momentarily grabs hold of my nipples.
I feel my nipples tickled and tingling, under the entire duration. While under the cover of the rubber the top had been crafted out of; the nipples do not show, but the effect of the growth and changes imparted by her magic will be overly obvious, only once my breasts are bare.
“What?” I mumble.
“Welcome to the sisterhood, serving Pinkie Pie at the Pink Balloon Cafe, spreading joy and making ponies smile!” she points out, with a wide and widening grin on her face.
The tingling sensations in my nipples had subsided to the level where I no longer notice it. I had failed to notice how deep the effect is and what had been targeted; mainly out of a lacking experience and medical knowledge.
“Of course; this is the Pink Balloon Cafe, and we are working for Pinkie Pie!” I admit, after a moment of pondering.
“Exactly!” she responds, now giggling.
“Exactly what did she do to me, and why?” I ponder, without a chance to figure it out all by myself.
“You did notice the milking machine under your bed, right?” she inquire, matter of fact; still with a hint of a jolly grin on her face.
“Oh, that is what that strange item was intended for?” I respond.
“Of course, and I predict that you will enjoy using it! Regularly!” she points out.
“Did you by any chance produce the milk, I found bottled in the kitchen?” I inquire.
“Human milk, of course she would use the milk for something!” I ponder.
“Milk is the latest among ponies, once we explained that it is not of bovine origin!” she explains.
“Oh, yeah; ponies and cows are pretty close, genetically speaking! I guess I could understand how that is an important detail, to them!” I put forth.
“The ponies like to hold the moral high ground! Then again, who would not?” she continues.
“With their lively and colourful society, and personalities; who could blame them?” I inquire.
“When both dragons and changelings are accepted, as sentient and intelligent creatures; it is increasingly hard to continue using cow!” she chances a guess.
I had just enjoyed my lunch, together with my sisters. I enjoy their company, they are such nice girls; even if we are just mere pets, working for a pony named Pinkamena Diane Pie. Though she is known as Pinkie Pie and called Pinkie, most of the time.
“Maybe you should have your first lactation, now?” Ruby incites me.
“If it does not hurt, I don’t lose anything by trying!” I ponder.
“Why not?” I respond.
I open the door to my room and steps right in. She is pulling the device out, from under my bed, as she is stepping into the rather small room. Even if it may be small, only for pony standards. For a human girl, just having a room of her own had been a luxury unheard of. I am after all a pet, I should never expect much of anything.
“Lie down, on the floor; I will aid and guide you through the entire process!” she explains.
“Going by the hue of her hooves, she does love the polish; I think I should make this a little bit more interesting, for her while I am at it!” Ruby considers, quietly.
“If your nipples are too small, for you; or the cups are too large, I could help you correcting the issue right away!” she points out.
“Thanks!” I mumble.
“If you spread your legs, maybe you could relax and enjoy this even more!” she suggests.
“Oh, okay!” I respond; “Like this?” I continue, leaving my legs comfortably wide apart.
“One small detail; while you pick up the cups and place them onto your nipples!” she points out.
She is lifting up my right and left knee in turn, leaving my hooves resting evenly and smoothly on the smooth floor under me.
“Feel free to pres down your hooves, as much as you like; while I am starting up the process for you!” she points out.
“Oh, okay!” I respond, tentatively pressing down my hooves onto the floor.
There is a whirring sound, as she activates the machine. The whirring noise is slowly turning to a vibrant hum as the machine is revving up. I feel the tingling of the electro-stimulation in my nipples. A vacuum is building up and creating a growing suction in the cups on my right and left nipple.
“This does actually feel pretty good! You did never explain about the stimulation in the cups on my nipples!” I point out.
“I left the best as a surprise; you did not want me to spoil it, did you?” she inquire.
The sound of the machine and the vibration that causes it is fairly comforting to me; almost as if it had been intended as massage. While I lie down, with my hooves firmly pressed down onto the floor, the effect of the vibration massage is mainly hitting my back. Even if I guess it is affecting the back of my head, just a little bit.
“Oh, oh; oh, oh!” my voice is vibrating, as I open my mouth, in response.
While my hooves are far too hard and adamant, to pick up the vibration of the floor; I still do feel a slight hint of a teasing tingle, under the soul of my hooves, nonetheless. For now, I merely ignore the curious sensation.
Once the suction had reached the required power, the white, creamy liquid starts flowing up the length of the tube. I can see the thick, white line follow the tubes to the connector; then following the tube towards the tank.
“Cream, delicious!” Ruby exclaims, pointing out why the milk was flowing so slowly.
“Cream?” I merely inquire, in curious disbelief.
“It is a variant of milk! You did choose the equine hooves; whether by accident or by choice!” Ruby points out, now giggling.
“Oh, yeah; I guess I did choose the equine hooves, before I knew of the hooves and the effect it would have upon me and my life!” I respond.
I look down, at my still pink hooves; trying to lift my right and left one in turn, only getting a squeak for the effort. I give my hooves a few more tentative tugs, but to no avail; my hooves are sticking to the floor. Suction-cup hooves, I had applied the polish thrice, thus strengthening the effect considerably. While I had not known of it, back then; yet, I am stuck on the floor and bound by the consequences of the actions I performed in my past.
“Uh?” I exclaim.
“I was expecting as much!” she merely points out.
“How did I find myself in this situation?” I ponder; “Could you explain, how I enjoy this so much?” I inquire.
“Such a peculiar manner, in which to find oneself in such a precarious situation!” she utter; “The spell I cast on you; amplifies your natural lactation and enhances the sensitivity in your nipples! Lactation is now pleasurable, far more than otherwise expected!” she continues to explain.
“Just don’t tell me; you cast this on yourself, and all our sisters too?” I put forth.
“Oh, but of course I did; you are but the latest of us to enjoy this effect! Naturally, I was the first; since I am the unicorn required, for the spell to work!” she adds, still grinning widely.
“So these spells require a unicorn, to be cast?” I inquire.
“That is how ponies’ magic work!” she explains.
“You mean to say; that our initial choices placed us right here, where you could cast this spell on me?” I inquire.
“Just like you, I chose the equine hooves that are making me into the pony, and with the horn a unicorn; at least, as far as our place in this game is concerned! Of course, we are still the very same girls; under these uniforms, as we were born!” she points out.
“I could have chosen to be a deer or a giraffe, like our sisters did?” I inquire.
“Yes, you could, as could I; but then we would not have been who we are!” she points out.
“No, I guess not!” I respond; “But, who would I have been; had I chosen differently, not being the pony I chose to be?” I ponder; “Are you telling me; that I could take of what I am wearing and change into something and someone else?” I finally inquire.
“Technically, you could; but, I do not think that is such a wise choice, for you anymore!” she responds; “You have made up your mind, chosen to stick to what you chose to be; as it were, and it may be very painful and confusing for you if you were to try to change now!” she explains.
“While I do enjoy to be what I am, and like who I am now; but, how do you mean? How am I stuck as a pony? Painful and confusing?”I inquire.
“With each layer of lacquer one is applying, to once hooves; the more one is painting oneself into a corner, making it painful to pull these stockings of that gave you your hooves! The change would be confuing, because you are adapting to being what you are and learning how to be the pony you chose to be!” she points out.
“Guess I am stuck, as the pony I chose to be; but, how does this affect anything else, of what I chose for myself?” I add.
“Being a pony isn’t everything you are, or I really do hope it is not!” she points out; “She would have been a very grey and dull pony, if that had been the case!” she ponders; “The result of the lactation, of a pony like you and me is milk; in your case the thick and luxury cream, we see in the tube and the tank!” she points out.
“How will this affect me, when these stockings and the hooves that came with them are a part of me?” I ponder, without voicing the question.
Why do I need to worry, about taking the uniform of; when it is binding me to who I am, and the one mare whom I believe is actually taking care of me for who I am? While I had never been born as a pony and a pegasus, but she is caring more for me, than any and all the owners I could possibly have had in the past.
Maybe the worry, is born out of being told, it will be difficult and painful? I am made to question myself and the choices I made. Is this supposed to come easy?
Of course, the tank could only hold so much, of my cream; just as I could only produce so much, in a single session of glorious bliss and enjoyable time. No friend, or sister; could possibly change this, even if she has the magic of a unicorn. Even her magic, and the effect of it has to run out as the effect is running its course. She could make me able to, and make me lactate even with joy; but how far could she push me and how much could she make me produce? Even if it is for the better of Ponyville, in the name of Pinkie Pie?
While the stimulation still is just as pleasurable and the lactation itself is feeling just as good; I am starting to feel soar in my breasts, after the prolonged exposure and labour. It may be a labour of love and joy; but a labour, nonetheless.
I am running dry and the cream slowly stop flowing through the tube; then I see the white line move towards the tank, followed by clear and emptiness. The suction is ebbing out, as the stimulation is weakening to a complete stop. Now the cups are falling off of my nipples.
I push up the top to cover my nipples, all the way; once more, just the way it had been designed to.
“That was intense!” I exclaim.
“Yes, it certainly was; I know that feeling, all too well!” she points out.
“Thanks for sharing the moment, and explaining to me!” I continue.
“By the way, I think it is time you pull your hooves free of the floor!” she points out, teasing me to perform another futile attempt.
As much as I may try, there is no way my hooves are pulled clear of the floor. As a matter of fact; the more I pull, the harder the built up suction is holding my hooves in place. Almost as if the hooves had been glued into place, or if they had physically fused to the floor. The later should be quite impossible, but who knows.
“Oh, sorry about that; I did not think you could pull your hooves free, so I am just puling your leg, as it were!” she points out, incapable of holding in a trace of a giggle.
“You, you; you little tease!” I exclaim, only in part in anger.
“Maybe, just maybe I had enjoyed it and myself too much; for me to actually be angry with her now! Or, is it in the afterglow of the lactation, I simply could not make myself to be angry at my sister?” I ponder for but a moment, before the thought slips out on that proverbial banana peel.
I see her reaching for my right hoof, with her right hand; holding it tightly, as she is extending the index finger of her left finger and slipping it in from behind, under the hoof. As the suction under my hoof is evaporating, my hoof is once more free; she is repeating the process, for my left hoof.
Ruby may have put me in the awkward and precarious situation; yet, she had never taken advantage of it, but rather explained a few things and made me comforting company. She had helped me, to enjoy the process of my first actual lactation.
“I bet you will enjoy this, many times now; just as I imagine you will be polishing your hooves, again!” she points out, now giggling openly with a wide grin on her face.
“Of course, there is more polish in the bottle; I could as well make good use of it!” I ponder.
“This was far too good, not to do it again!” I then add, returning her giggle.
“No banana for me, today; this is far too much pleasure and fun! Even if I do not have a sister to share it with!” Ruby ponders, covering up a smirk, as she is walking out of my room again.
Just as she had suggested; I am polishing my hooves once again. I am repeating the process; right and left, once, twice and thrice, just for the feeling of doing it. My hooves does look good, after I polished them.
No thought of repercussions, or the fact that the bottle is bound to run dry soon, when I keep polishing my hooves.
I can’t help but notice the tiny shift in hue, each time I apply the polish; just as I notice how the squeaks of my hooves are changing each time as well. I do not particularly mind it. Would I have, if I had known of consequences to me?
Of course, each hoof is cured, before I finish polishing the next. As I cap the bottle and put it back on the night stand; the lacquer is perfectly dry and cured true and through.
I raise to my hooves and walk out of my room. I could bottle the cream later.
“My cream is not for lubrication!” I ponder, as I walk towards the flight of stairs down to the cafe.
”This cream is perfect, for whipping; and thus for cakes and confectioneries requiring cream, whipped or otherwise!” I Pinkie Pie exclaims.
“Diamond is quite the catch, and she does enjoy producing the cream!” Ruby responds.
“Yes, I would have to admit!” Pinkie Pie responds,.
“Works well, in baking in general; but you would not fry in it and we do need an alternative oil for baking and frying in!” Emerald points out; “Not to mention, for salads and dressings!” she then adds.
“While I have not had a single complaint; but I guess the salad would be better, with an oil than any milk product!” Pinkie Pie blurts out.
“No complaints from the customers, and this far we are not puling down a single established caterer either! The customers may be distracted by the joy of the scratcher girls, though!” Emerald points out.
“I seem to be popular, amongst the ponies; not that I mind the attention, but rather enjoy serving them!” Amethyst points out.
“Every customer claims to enjoy your presence in the room, Amethyst!” Pinkie Pie responds; as she is stepping out of the crowded kitchen, on her way to the market.
While business is booming, one needs to be on top of everything; never running out of groceries. Of course, Pinkie Pie is thriving on being seen on the streets of Ponyville; greeting ponies and making them smile. Genuine, honest smiles of joy; not fake smiles, forced in place by ulterior motives or a dictator such as Starlight Glimmer had been back in the day.
“Where did the inspiration to the spell, causing me and my sisters to lactate even come from!” Ruby ponders.
One could always claim that it is under the influence of a random pink mare known as Pinkie Pie. Is that the truth or the entire story? No pony knows. One simply does not question Pinkie Pie.
“I did cast the spell on myself, in the light of inspiration under her influence! I am taking on a few of her aspects of laughter, after all!” she continues.
Ruby was new to being amongst ponies, and the effects they and Pinkie Pie in general was having on her. The gift effectively giving her the power of a unicorn; while she still is technically in a fully human body is and will stay new to her for a long time ahead. That drastic a change will be new long, just by the sheer drasticness of it all.
“Had it just been fun and games, before I tried that spell out? Did I harbour a secret wish of lactation and possibly even having a baby of my own? A family to be a part of and belonging to?” she contemplates.
Of course, now she does have a family of sorts; something greater than herself, she is belonging to. Sisters she can rely on in thick and thin. Something new and overwhelming.
“Now I am sharing something great, with my sisters. Is the change more overwhelming; than having a family or giving birth?” she ponders, once more questioning the surroundings and the very nature of herself.
Of course, once a spell is cast, it could not be uncast; even if the spell could be reversed, and effect could be withdrawn. The spell is still cast and the marks of it can never be completely removed.
“I cast that spell, and now I am lactating on a daily basis; because I enjoy doing it, and the effects it is having on me! Once I started to enjoy the process; I could not help, but sharing this gift with my sisters! I want them to enjoy what I enjoy!” she had realized.
“Since none of my sisters, or Pinkie Pie had complained; why stop now, or any time soon? I enjoy sharing this gift, and they are happy for it! Pinkie Pie enjoys the effect, my gift is having on me and my sisters; as well as how it is affecting the cafe, and the business of spreading joy around it!” she ponders, momentarily giggling at that last item.
How could she ever not do everything for Pinkie Pie; after everything she has done for her? While it may not be an effort per se; but she makes her best, to follow in her hoof prints and live in her image. Spreading joy and put smiles on the faces of ponies; it is not a burden, but quite a joy to me.
“Once I had tried out the spell on myself; how could I not have shared it with my sisters, knowing all the fun and joy it is in essence?” she ponders.
“Would Pinkie Pie have acquired me and my sisters; if not for the fun of it? Would Rarity have crafted the uniforms we wear, and given us these special gifts we use now? Would Twilight Sparkle, the very Princess of friendship have enchanted our uniforms and our gifts; if not for all the good we are doing, in and for all the ponies in and of Ponyvile?” she ponders.
From what little she actually does know of these ponies, and ponies in general; she would very much doubt either of them would have done anything. Even if Pinkie Pie is the only pony to put her hard-earned bits and reputation on the line.
“Is that Rarity?” she mumbles, as she sees a white marshmallow unicorn entering the cafe.
“Silly me, of course it is not!” she responds; pondering the pony, entering the room.
“Wait, that is Elusive!” she then sighs, giggling at hery initial mistake.
“Why are these to ponies looking almost identical; when one is a mare and the other is a stallion?” she ponders, amused by the appearance of ponies in general.
A girl is walking up the flight of stairs, but Ruby things nothing of it. That girl is me, but I do not pay her any mind; I have other, more pressing matters to attend to. I can see her later, when I have finished, what I need to take care of, and when I have seen my room.
“Pinkie Pie told me, to go into my room; she had left a few things for me there!” I ponder.
Pinkie Pie had told me; that there is a room on the second floor, with a bed on which I could sleep. She also told me, of the uniform on the bed, intended for me to wear.
As I open the door to the room she had promised me, I had noticed that the door is reading; “Rutile”, which is what I am known by from now on. The room is indeed furnished with the promised bed and even a night stand.
“What is with her obsession with the pink and balloons?” I ponder, as I notice the glossy pink rubber coated walls in the room.
She may be pink, and have a group of three balloons on her for a cutie mark, but still. She is also eagerly enthusiastic and in your face, bordering on straight up insane. Even by ponies standards, she is so far out there; she could as well have been a far of galaxy.
On the purely positive note, she is kind and generous in a manner I could not even have imagined in my wildest fever dreams. There is an insistent power to her, a spirit not unlike that of a mighty king or even a worshiped deity.
“Don’t question or oppose your owner!” the griffons, who previously owned me; taught me, and they did teach me quite thoroughly.
“Maybe they had a point; even if they had no way of knowing, I was to end up with a pink mare named Pinkamena Diane Pie?” I ponder, giggling at the cosmic joke of it all.
On the pink bed covers; I find the ensemble she had promised. A top, a pair of gloves, a skirt, a pair of panties and a pair of stockings. Well, there are in fact three pairs of stockings for me to choose from. Silly me, how could I have been prepared; for whatever whimsical whims a pink mare could dream up? She certainly could dream up more, than I want to think of. My head would hurt, before I finished the a’s.
I pick up my pair of silicon white rubber panties and step into them, following up by picking up the bright pink rubber skirt and steps into it; only stopping to give the garments a few tentative tugs in order to make sure they are fitting right.
“Okay? That was easy!” I ponder, previously uncertain of the entire business of clothes and uniforms.
I am not exactly used to the idea of wearing clothes; since I never was exposed to it, while the griffon owned me. I had been expecting the foreign objects referred to as clothes, to itch and scratch on my bare and utterly hairless skin. The fears are put to shame, before I had gotten the entire uniform on. I barely feel the panties, and that is the most intimate and sensitive skin I have.
I pick up the matching top and slip it down and find it fairly comfortable, despite the restrictive looking tightness of this garment. It is in fact supporting my breasts in a very affectionate manner.
I pick up the right stocking and slip my foot down; feeling the slippery and smooth rubber material slide all the way to make my toes hit the end of the ride before I could have been prepared. This is making me stumble and almost lose my balance and composure entirely. The pink rubber is so tight; it covers my leg all the way up to my crouch as if painted onto my skin.
Thinking nothing of it; I pick up the left stocking and slip it on. Only this time I manage to slip my foot all the way down without any incident. As I set my left foot down onto the floor, I notice something is odd, but can’t put a finger on what is wrong right away.
As I finally do look down; I find myself standing on a pair of fully equine hooves, not too dissimilar to these my owner Pinkie Pie has. Odd, if you ask me; but, who would ever bother, to ask me?
“Whoa, where did these come from; and how did it happen, in the first place? I did not even notice it happen!” I ponder, giggling at the impossibility and absurdity of my situation.
Girls just do not have hooves, and that is final. Is it still a girl, am I still a girl; if I am walking around on hooves? Living under the roof of a pony may be strange; but under the roof of this pink mare; everything is instantly turned on its head, becoming utterly absurd. I could as well have been a roommate with the spirit of chaos himself and made love to Discord all night, every night. Of course, what if that could have happened to me? What if it actually did happen to helpless little girls, just like me? The mere thought makes Nightmare Night and the Candy Mare feel all jolly and festive, all of a sudden.
I certainly do not like where that train of thought went off to.
“Maybe putting on a pair of gloves, and focus my very soul upon that action will derail this train; before it is reaching the destination?” I ponder, shuddering.
A little girl’s imagination is far too volatile and unpredictable to trust.
There is just the one pair of elbow length gloves. The gloves does have a very elaborate and looks a bit too tight for me. Yet, I had chosen to put on the gloves for a reason, not just to complete the set and experience the entire uniform.
I pick up the pink glove and slip my hand into it, finding it too easy to push all the way through; almost, almost as if the glove actually tried to swallow my hand like a snake swallows a rat. That image is a bit uncomfortable and discomforting; though I am still thankful, for how it is effectively derailing my previous thoughts. I literally see the train going of the rail, and shattering into countless teeny, tiny little fragments, as if it had been made of fragile glass; before it evaporates and floats away on the fresh morning breeze. Now, that is an interesting and appealing image, for me.
After a moment, I feel my hand hit the end of the road; as my skin is touching the rubber and my fingers had slipped through. Now I can see my inch long, crystal clear, semi square, nails that starts just after the final joint of each finger; which incidentally is exactly where the bright pink rubber of the gloves ends, seamlessly.
Once I had given my right glove a few tentative tugs, in order to make sure it is on and fits just right; I pick up my left glove and repeats the process comfortably. I had gotten used to the image; enjoying the tight fit and how it is emphasizing my arms, hands and fingers. Though I still gasp in shock; as I experience the highly sensitive, bright cerise touch pads, before I had even realized that I have them.
“If only I had known! This place is sending me down the most insane rat hole in existence!” I ponder; giggling at myself and making silly faces, at an imaginary mirror before me.
While the garments may be a bit on the tight and restrictive side, I still fit perfectly in the suit or ensemble that is the uniform. It is actually making me feel, as if I am fitting right into the group I had barely even met yet; even if it is my owner Pinkie Pie who had gathered all of us here.
I pick up the final piece of the puzzle, the hat; putting it onto the top of my head, completing the uniform perfectly.
“A bottle of lacquer, for me?” I ponder, as I see the small bottle of clear polish on my night stand.
“Hoof polish! Apply by hand, only!” reads the pink label on the bottle.
“She is expecting me to polish my hooves?” I exclaim, not knowing if I am excited over the gift, or horrified over the extreme absurdity of it all.
Of course, I do not know how or why the uniform was crafted in the first place; just as I had no idea that the suit is enchanted, or the effort put into the process in the first place.
“If she wants me, to polish my hooves; I guess I can make that small a sacrifice for her, after she pulled me out of the grip of the griffon who previously owned me!” I ponder.
The liquid is crystal clear and highly viscous, but with a hint of a blue tint, hinting towards a sapphire. I do know of no such thing, but for some reason; I have strange flashes ever since I came into the possession of Pinkie Pie. Something with that collar she is making me wear, but I do not complain. Now the collar is sporting a Rutile em in the shape of a balloon; exactly like her balloons, but now with a bright, pink silver lining.
After a moment of contemplation, I pick up the bottle and uncap it. I apply the tip of the brush at the upper rim of my right rear-hoof, at the middle and pull it down to the lower edge of the hoof. Now I continue, repeating to the right and left, right and left; until I have coated the entire hoof.
“Of course it is the rear hoof, even if I only have two hooves! If I am still a bipedal girl, it is naturally the rear hooves I am walking on!” I ponder.
I sense no scent or odour, from the lacquer or the newly polished hoof, which I guess is kind of odd. Yet, I do not take the time to reflect upon it or ponder this any further right now. Instead, I continue, by polishing the left hoof. If I polish the right hoof, I have to polish the left hoof; in order to complete the process, and be done with it.
“Interesting; my hooves are turning a shade from pink, to red!” I observe.
“Maybe she wants me, to apply a second coat; repeating this, because the coat is too thin?” I ponder.
Thankfully, the polish is cured and dry, true and through; before I had even finished applying the coat on the other hoof. Once I managed the first, I apply the second, then the third coating. Then I ended up continuing, until I have seven coats. The hoof is quite smooth and glossy and almost red, by now. It is also hard and adamant.
“What if I did apply just one coat onto my nails, too?” I ponder.
With that, I paint each nail in turn, from the nail of the thumb of my right hand and continues with the next; only to start over with the nail of the thumb of my left and, finishing by continuing until each nail had been given an individual coating. Both front and back, sealing the side of the nail; before I was happy with it.
“Just how long will this actually last? I can’t see that I had actually used all that much!” I ponder; as I cap the bottle and put it back, where I had originally found it.
“Looking good!” I exclaim, as I am spreading my fingers before me, after I had placed the now recapped bottle of polish on my night stand.
“Squeak!” I hear my hooves, as I press them down onto the floor.
“Interesting!” I exclaim, as I hear the distinct noise from my hooves.
“I like this!” I add, as a second thought.
I raise to my hooves, and walk to the door of my room; opening the door and closing it behind myself as I continue towards the flight of stairs and bounce all the way down to the ground floor.
Of course, I can’t escape the squeaks; following me, wherever I go, now. Why do I even need to bother escaping the sounds of my own hooves? This is my home and my sisters are looking out for me. I will be looking out for them, just as much they are looking out for me.
“There is always Pinkie Pie; master of confectioneries and loved by all!” I ponder.
"Why would I need to fear Pinkie Pie?” I ponder; “If and when that happens; it is already too late, for too late to consider escaping!” I add.
I continue into the cafe without a thought. The cafe is open, for business.
“A package, for Rutile!” Derpy exclaims, just as she is trotting in through the door.
“I have mail?” I ponder, looking at the grey mail-mare as she continues into the cafe.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak! Squeak, squeak, squeak!” I hear my hooves.
“If Derpy does not hear me, she has to be deaf!” I ponder.
“Hiya, Rutile!” Derpy exclaims.
“Hiya, Derpy!” I respond.
“You have mail!” Derpy points out.
She is pulling out a fairly large package, from her right saddle bag. She manages to handle the package with her mouth; even despite her obvious difficulties. I accept the package.
“Thank you, Derpy!” I add.
“You are quite welcome, courtesy of Rarity!” Derpy responds.
“I guess I will just have to thank her for the gift, too, once I see her, in person!” I point out, giggling.
“Yes, I guess she would appreciate that!” Derpy answers.
“Only in Ponyville!” I ponder; “You are the best of mail-mares!” I exclaim; “The bestest, as Pinkie Pie would have put it!” I ponder, giggling.
“Thank you, Rutile!” Derpy exclaims, before she trots out of the cafe and continues on her mail-run.
“What could Rarity possibly want to give me, on my first day at the cafe?” I ponder, as I turn towards the kitchen and place the fairly large and heavy package onto the table.
Once I safely deposited the package on the table; I extend the index finger of my right hand and break the seal on the package I got in the mail.
I extract two large packages from within the mail. I continue, breaking the seals of both packages and open the boxes, in order to see what they contain.
“Considering the significant weight, these boxes could not be empty! Maybe she had filled them with rocks, or bricks?” I think.
In the first package, I find two sets of tiaras: a unicorn horn, a pair of deer-stags, and a pair of giraffe horns and a unicorn horn; more deliberate than the first, one with a feathery pegasus wing motif and another with a leaf motif for an earth-pony.
“How odd, I think I take the leaves for the earth-pony; something just calls out to me, for me to wear this one!” I ponder, as I pick up the tiara and places it onto my forehead.
Once I had placed the tiara of choice on my head, I put the other once back into the box and closes it in a tidy fashion.
"This, is interesting! But, exactly what is it, and how do I use these?” I ponder.
“If these had been stockings, like the once I am already wearing; Iwould at least have seen a clear picture of what they are and how to use them, while just finding them redundant choices! I already have a full set of full-length stockings for each available option! Now these are looking, as if they are gloves intended for me to slip my hands and arms into; which is tilting the purpose, just a bit on the wild side!” I ponder.
“Maybe I should have taken this up to my room, after all!” I mumble.
“Then you can hide your gift, under your bed!” Ruby suggests.
“Yes; sounds like a prudent idea, thank you Ruby!” I respond; picking up the boxes and carrying them up to my room.
I line up the new set of full-length gloves on my bed, after I had hidden the box of unused extra tiaras under my bed. A pair of pony hooves, a pair of deer hooves, and a pair of giraffe hooves.
Hooves are hooves; but these are suction-cup hooves matching the one I am already walking on, making for a complete set. Maybe that is, what I had been looking for, all along? I had never known of, or been aware of the fact; that I had been looking for them.
All of a sudden, I had an urge; I pick up the bottle of polish and uncap it, before I polish my nails, just as I had done once before. Once had been done; now I continue, twice and thrice. One day’s worth of polishing my nails.
Since I had not polished hooves on the gloves, the way I had done with my stockings; the gloves still do slide off of my hands and arms without too much effort or discomfort. It had been entirely painless. Not that I had been expecting any pain, from just slipping a pair of rubber gloves off of me.
I pick up the right glove and slide my hand in, into it; before I pull it all the way up my arm, all the way to the shoulder. While I had been worried; that I could not handle the other glove with a hoof, but that fear soon came to shame.
I manage to pick up the left glove and slip the end in, pulling the glove on and all the way up to my shoulder. The locally produced latex rubber is just as tight now, as my stockings are. Just that the tightness soon fades out of my mind. It feels as if the gloves had been the skin I had been born with.
I never considered it before, but how does a pony hold a thing in her hooves? I never had a reason to consider it; before I slipped these gloves on. The griffons never had the problem, and Pinkie Pie never stopped to make anything out of it as she manages just fine.
I still do feel the floor, under my hooves; just as I had felt the floor, under my feet before. Now I could grasp the floor with suction, as a quickly produced vacuum could form at will. If I am standing on all fours; this would be true to my fore-hooves, just as it is for my hind-hooves or rear hooves now. Just that this isn’t how a pony naturally grasp an item with her hooves; thus, neither is it how I will do it.
After I had been standing on my hind hooves for a few minutes, wearing these new hoof-gloves; I notice how the rubber is contracting around my arms and remodeling them into a pair of fore-legs in the shape a pony would recognize. A moment later; I find myself falling forwards into an upright standing, quadruped stance.
I trot over to the door, open it and step right out of my room. Closing the door behind myself and continues back to the flight of stairs; bouncing down sure-hoofed, even if not quite like Pinkie Pie would have done it.
To Pinkie Pie, it comes natural; even without ages upon ages of practice and experience. It is never quite this natural to me, even forgetting that I had been born to walk on a pair of feet in a bipedal gait; now I will need to practice and gain experience in order to make it feel and look fully natural and fluent. Either way, I do manage to get down safe and sound; without embarrassing me in the process, even assuming I had an audience in the first place.
“One can never truly embarrass oneself without an audience!” I ponder, giggling at myself.
“I think there is a cart by the back of the cafe; maybe you could use it, to carry some apples from Sweet-apple Accres?” Emerald suggests.
“I will see if I can find it, and if I need help; I will ask you!” I point out, as I trot around the building.
At the back, I do indeed find the cart she had indicated. In surprise, I soon realize that I will have no problem with this cart; it had after all been crafted by an earth-pony, for an earth-pony to use. Earth-ponies are crafty and diligent; never giving up and manages far more than one could have been expecting.
Even if Pinkie Pie is exceptional, ponies like Applejack can still manage unimaginable and quite breathtaking feats without any magic to aid them.
“That was quick, maybe I should just head of to the Sweet-apple Accres; so I can pick up the apples we need for the cafe!” I ponder.
Hitching the cart to my back; had proving to be exceedingly simple and straightforwards an operation, to me. Maybe I am more like the earth-pony Pinkie pie had been looking for, than I could have expected, or imagined.
“Since I had managed the task, to hitch the cart to my back; this should prove easy enough, for me!” I ponder; as I steer my steps towards the destination of the Sweet-apple Accres, trotting along the streets of Ponyville.
The fact that the farm is outside of Ponyville proper does not bother me; I will find my way and manage the task I had put before me. If it is not given by Pinkie Pie herself, but by my sister Emerald; makes no difference here, I will find my way and make the delivery.
I had managed to pick up the apples, I had been sent to pick up; it had been much easier, than I had been expecting. I had managed it, and it had actually been quite fun.
Once I had returned home, I had unhitched the cart and unloaded it all by myself; something I am quite impressed by, even if I had not been a pony at the time. Now I had been a pony, during the entire mission.
Once the cart is unhitched, I had unloaded it and carried everything indoors and into the kitchen.
“You need a salad and a session of lactation!” Ruby pointed out, and I had indeed enjoyed the salad.
Naturally, she had helped me out; leading me up to my room and connecting my nipples to the cups. I had produced considerably more than I had been expecting, truth be told. Maybe this is due to the spell she had performed as she led me up the stairs.
I had had a second session of lactation, just before bedtime; it had been quite enjoyable and pleasurable, I may as well admit. While I had already been tired and ready for bed; the session did take everything out of me.
Ruby had been kind enough, to help me through both the session, and for me to finally do slip in under the quilt on my bed. I fell asleep, just a moment after my head hit the pillow and I closed my eyes.
After the successful mission, to pick up the apples at the Apple’s farm, I had been quite comfortable about myself, such as I am; even if I had chosen the suit and each aspect, by myself. I still found myself a bit self-conscious about trotting around on four squeaky hooves all day.
Now I am opening my eyes to a new day, almost as if I had just closed my eyes a few minutes ago. The bed had been and still is very comfortable, to me. The sheet is smooth, cool and clean. The quilt is resting comfortably over my form.
Maybe the single greatest chock, is to open my eyes and see the room Pinkie Pie imparted me with. Everything is brand new. This is my room, and mine alone. The mere thought is still chocking me to the core, it is now new and different everything is to me.
I know I had several dreams, I always do have them; even if I rarely remember any of them as I wake up, let alone a minute after I opened my eyes.
“What did I dream tonight?” I ponder.
“No mean griffon, this time!” I tell myself.
“Maybe it was a pink pony, bouncing this way and that, giggling madly; while throwing a party?" I ponder.
I feel perfectly normal, for a bright pink earth-pony; even if I should have known, that I am a poor girl, just taken in by a pony in Ponyvile. The fact escapes me, and the details refuses to cooperate.
My body is that of a pony, perfectly adapted; while I am still the same girl I had been born as.
I do not feel fingers inside a suit of rubber, giving me hooves outwardly; I feel the hooves as if it had been me and my body. I do not feel toes, under the thick rubber that makes out the stockings I am still wearing; but just the hooves, like how it would feel as if I had been a pony born with them. It is a discontinuity; yet, it is also comforting.
I push the quilt in towards the wall and slide my legs out as if I had always done it. I sit up, like I would always have done, had I actually had a bed to sleep in, each night before. Which I never did. It is a luxury, a mere human girl was never afforded. Not something a griffon would squander his bits on; not for a pet.
I am still the very same human, but here I am in a brand new and freshly made bed. My very own bed, at that.
For the very first time, I slide down from the mattress of my bed and down onto the floor; raising to my hooves and trotting to the door. I do not fear the door; it is not holding me in, just keeping unwanted light out from my room.
I open the door to my room and step right out; closing the door behind myself.
“Hiya, Rutile; I am Topaz, your new little sister!” a girl exclaims from behind me.
“Hiya, Topaz; good morning!” I respond.
“She certainly took to our perspective and adopted us as her older sisters!” I ponder.
She is wearing exactly what I had been wearing the other day; my old uniform. Although she is wearing a pair of very different stockings, than the once any of us ever had been presented with.
“Pinkie Pie, always dreams up something new, for us!” I ponder.
“Why does my younger sister look, as if she had been a doll; fresh from the mould and still with the scent of rubber lingering about her very person?” I ponder.
Of course, she is completely pink; from her forehead and all the way down to her cute little toes.
On second thought, her toes are longer and her fingers are shorter; than I had been expected, for a girl like her. Not enough to make an actual difference, just enough, taken together; that you see how long her toes are now. She must have been given a nail-polish, considering how her nails are a bloody red.
“Wonder why her hat is sporting fake, equine ears?” I ponder, without saying a word of it.
She is the youngest of us sisters, and I do not want to hurt her feelings; Pinkie Pie would never approve or be pleased, if I or any of us did that. Not to her specifically, but in general. We have to stick together and help one-another, and not just for Pinkie Pie.
“Looks like a new, bright day in Ponyville!” Topaz exclaims; as if she had never been in Ponyville, or knew how the weather is managed locally.
“Yes, I guess you could say that; we have Rainbow Dash on top of that, you know! It is certainly on the up and up here; hope you are doing fine and adapt well to your new life!” I respond.
“On top of things, as in sitting on top of the cloud; as she is chasing it into its pen? Ponies are comforting owners to us, unlike the thrice damned griffons who trades in our freedom and well-being!” she responds.
“She is shepherding the clouds, like dogs herd sheep!” I giggle; “All reward, and no punishment, here; we even get our own rooms and wardrobes!” I respond.
“I just have a hard time, getting used to the ponies around me; I can’t blur the line!” she points out.
“Does that have anything to do, with why your stockings does not have hooves?” I inquire.
“Makes sense, doesn’t it?” she inquires.
“Yeah, I guess! Besides, I guess it was time for a girl, just like you here!” I respond.
“The others, all are looking like satyrs and minotaurs!” she points out; “Aside from the dear, of course!” she then adds.
“We all fit in, in our own way; doing something different and special!” I respond.
“Yes, I guess we do, but some will fit in, better than others, I think!” she points out.
“You mean, that I could fit in better; because I make myself into a pony, thus blending in with the crowd?” I inquire.
“That is one approach, but it is certainly not mind and it is not me!” she responds.
“There is already a pony, me; and a deer, Amethyst, not sure why we need one more!” I respond, giggling.
“Oh, dear deers, and the giraffe variety of the satyr or minotour herd!” she giggles.
“They are taking care of Pinkie Pie’s cafe and keeping the ponies happy!” I offer.
“Yes, they do indeed; Pinkie Pie seems happy enough about that part, all the happy ponies all around!” she agrees.
“Pinkie Pie loves happy faces and thrives on her friends’ joy and happiness; almost as if she had been enjoying what they were enjoying herself!” I suggest.
“As absurd as that sounds, but it is Pinkie Pie; the very one Pinkie Pie, who bought us and brought us here!” she points out.
“Yes, she certainly did; though I think she wants us happy, just as she likes the ponies to smile! Right now, I need to grab a bit, for breakfast!” I point out, hurrying towards the kitchen.
“Of course, she responds.
“Of course I am hungry, working like a horse yesterday; I am famished!” I ponder; “I could have eaten a horse; if not for the fat that I am a horse living among horses!” I continue, giggling inwardly at the way the expression hit me.
“A pony, not a horse!” I correct myself; “But, maybe I could eat a mare; if she asked me nicely; and is cute enough, to catch my fancy!” I ponder.
“Who am I kidding, they are all so cute and adorable!” I consider.
I slowly walk down the flight of stairs; from my room and down to the cafe. I feel an urge, to go to the kitchen and help making salad.
Just as I am entering the cafe, I see a grey mare with a somewhat light, yellow blond mane; in a mail-uniform with her saddle bags entering the room.
“Mail for Topaz!” she exclaims, just as she is entering the room.
I hasten my steps towards her; trying my best to please, while still maintaining a measured gait.
“Greetings, Derpy! Mail, for me?” I respond.
While she may have some difficulties, she manages to open the saddle bag and extracts a package with her mouth; presenting it to me, still grinning enthusiastically.
“Thank you, Derpy!” I respond, as I am accepting my package.
“Courtesy of Rarity!” she responds.
“Then I will have to thank Rarity; if and when she gets here or I see her elsewhere!” I point out.
“Yes, exactly; Topaz!” she responds; “Have a nice day!” she adds, as she trots out of the cafe.
“Now, what do I do?” I ponder.
I end up, walking up the stairs; closing the door behind myself, in my own room. I place the package, the gift from Rarity herself; on the top of my bed, extending the index finger of my right hand and breaks the seal, in order to open the box and see what the package could possibly be containing.
“Of course; Rarity is an old friend of Pinkie Pie, a designer and seamstress, the CEO of a corporate empire promoting fashion and generosity, in selling her clothes and designs!” I recall, as if the memory came out of nowhere.
“Maybe I am truly Pinkie Pie’s girl, and agent of fun and games!” I realize, just as suddenly as the recollection had just hit me.
”Fun and games, something I never had the luxury to be exposed to!” I ponder; “Not so long as I was owned by a griffon, or another!” I continue.
“Poor little Topaz, she never had been intended to have a life of her own, filled with fun and parties of her own!” I think.
“Oh, and look at me now, I am completely pink!” I ponder, giggling.
“Wait, a ballerina suit, just for me; the slippers, the gloves, and even a brand new body to go with the set!” I exclaim, breathlessly.
“Is there a catch, or is this the grand price of my life’s lottery?” I ponder.
I am ogling the suit, for a good long time; before I sit down on my bed and pick up the slippers. While they look like a pair of knee-long stockings at first; I will learn the difference soon enough, when I put them on. Of course.
I manage to slip my feet in and pull the stockings all the way up. I am now wearing what is actually looking like a pair of tightly laced, ballerina slippers. The soul of the slipper is metallic bloody red, while the rest is silicon white; save the effect of the bright, cerise laces around my right and left legs. Strangely enough, I actually do feel the tight laces, too.
Once I had given the slippers a few tentative tugs, in order to make sure they are actually on just right; I pick up the right and left glove in turn, slipping my hands in and tugging at the sleeves a few times, just for good measure. As the gloves are slipping into position, I feel how the laces are tightening up, as if I had been laced up right now. As if some girl, or some pony had been tightening up the laces for me, right now. It is a strange sensation and experience; but I do manage, not to scream.
“Once I wear the suit, I am ready for the stage!” I ponder.
I slip down from the bed, onto my feet and stand up; turn around and pick up the suit I had been given. Now I step right into the suit from the back; half by half expecting to feel the laces tightening up, once the suit is on.
I manage to reach back behind my back, with my right hand; pulling the zipper up from the point just above the lower end of my back, all the way up to the nape of my neck. Only with an effort, on my part.
As the zipper is sliding up my back, I feel the now familiar sensation of the laces tightening up. At first it is barely noticeable; then it grows fairly severe, before I slip over my shoulder-blades. Strangely enough; it barely restricts my breathing, even before I am used to the corset-like effect of the suit I am now wearing.
“Step by step, I am turned into the ballerina; by the very suit I am slipping into, one garment at the time!” I ponder.
Maybe this is a pony’s design; but it certainly is making me feel like a human, and a girl more and more for each step of the process.
“There, is that the last part of the suit?” I ponder; picking up a pair of matching pink ear-pieces to slip onto the back of my ears, right and left.
The actual device is securely hidden behind the ear, as the small, slender tendril slips into the ear and thus transmit the desired vibrations directly into the ear.
As the vibrations are placed directly onto the eardrum, I can hear sounds of music and instructions; no pony or girl can hear, even if they were to sneak up on me. How ingenious?
Of course, the pink material is blending in with my skin, thus almost entirely invisible to any one; even if looking so closely, they could touch my back. For all intents and purposes, it is basically invisible.
I may know it is there, but I do not directly feel its presence; so it is out of mind and none-existent to me too.
With the entire ballerina suit on, I walk to the door and open; before I step out and close it behind myself, continuing to the stars and walk down to the ground floor and into the cafe once more. Now I notice the stage in the middle, by the inner wall. I walk up to the stage and climb up with practiced ease. The stage was a foot up, but raises to a full three feet up in the air.
I notice a faint purple glow in the floor I am standing on, just before it is taking its effect out on me; making me stand on the tips of my toes and hear the first song belonging to my performance.
The ballerina slippers may still emphasis the shape of my feet, just as starkly as before; but now I am finding myself utterly incapable of bending my feet, to stand on my heels as I would have done naturally, before. It is an odd sensation, but I ignore it to benefit the show for which I had just mounted the stage. My stage.
“My stage! I certainly do enjoy the sound of that, makes me feel just a little special!” I realize, grinning at the thought.
I lift up my hands over my head and strike the initiating pose of the dance. It does feel good, I am secure in myself. The music sets up a crescendo, and I turn around in a fast pirouette; Then another, and another.
Now I stop, and jump up into the air, stretching my right foot forwards and my left foot back; lifting my feet as high as I can as I spread my legs. A moment later, I am landing on the tip of my right foot, with a single squeak of the rubber making up the slipper on my foot.
I make a single quick step to the right and perform a new pirouette in a spin to the left, before I perform the next jump. Each jump leads to a secure landing, punctuated with that one squeak. The following pirouette is executed flawlessly.
While the stage may be minimal, but I can perform the dance within the center of the stage; never even coming close to the edge enough, for an outstretched hand to cross the boundary of my stage.
While my eyes are open, and I see everything before me; I focus inwards, on the dace I am performing. I do not see the ponies, or hear them; while I am dancing on the stage. Though I do imagine it is quiet, while I dance before them.
The dance comes to and end, and I stop; standing still, looking out among the still quiet ponies smiling. There are a few scattered cheers, indicating that I had been successful in entertaining them.
There is a five or ten seconds delay, between each song and dance; thus grouping and organizing the dance into a complete performance.
Seconds come and go, minutes come and go; just as the hours are coming and going. It is my place, to capture the audience and entertain each pony in the room. Of course, I do not judge the guests of Pinkie Pie at her cafe; I entertain an audience. If one is pony, griffon, dragon or changeling; who am I to say or protest? I perform a dance after the one before. It is all I do, and all I wish to do.
I live in that one perfect instant, granted by Pinkie Pie; for me to enjoy, leaving her guests stunned and in awe.
They eat, and they watch me; as I dance for them all to see, as I enjoy a moment never to be repeated, ever again. I can dance her tomorrow, of course; just as I know, I will dance tomorrow and each tomorrow granted me until I can no longer dance or enjoy dancing more.
The sun is up, and I am enjoying the day Celestia is giving me. The time is slipping out, as the sun goes down to be replaced; by the moon promised and delivered by Luna. One Princess is going to bed, as her day has been fulfilled, and another raises to the occasion, to take her place and give us a night.
As I am stepping off of my stage, the last guest has already trotted out of the cafe; Pinkie Pie is rejoicing over all the happiness and all the smiles.
The last dance, of the day had come to an end; I had stepped off of my stage and walked out of the cafe. As I jump down from the now dark stage, I walk, naturally; feeling the floor under my feet, as my heels touch the floor.
In triumph, I walk up the flight of stairs; only stopping to grab a bite; before I enter my room and close the door behind me. I am tired and sleepy, dead beat; after an entire day of performing, on the stage.
I slip out of my uniform, hang it up in my wardrobe; before I walk to my bead and fold up the quilt and lie down. With little to no effort, I pull the quilt back over myself; as I lay my head on the pillow and close my eyes. For but a single moment; I lie in the quiet and dark; before I fall asleep and the day is finally at an end.
As if no time, absolutely no time at all had passed; I wake up and open my eyes. I fold up the quilt and slip my feet out from under it and slip down onto the floor; raising to my feet and walk back to the wardrobe. I extract the uniform and pull on a garment at the time; ending up, wearing the uniform, once more.
As I cast a glance towards the window, I can clearly see the sun is up on the sky. The Prince had performed her duty once again; Princess Celestia had risen the sky, granting us one more day.
I like a new day, imparted by Celestia; now since I am working for Pinkie Pie amongst the ponies. As strange as it may sound, but I do enjoy being the property of Pinkie Pie; it means that I am free to be worth something, and free of everything that the griffons tried to instill in me.
I have my own room, with my very own bed; then I have my own breakfast, waiting for me in our kitchen. The choice is ind, so I pick a light salad. With a fork, I stab it and eat in content silence. No need to speak, or to break the silence just for the chance of a pointless act of rebellion, knowing there is punishment due. There is no punishment; just satisfaction. On the second floor, there is no griffon; there is none, but my sisters with whom I do enjoy life and to serve in the cafe.
In the end, I finish of my salad and walk out of the kitchen. On my way towards the stairs, I spot a new girl.
“Hiya, I am Topaz!” I present myself.
“Hiya, I am Silica Marchmallow!” she responds.
“I hope you will be enjoying your life with us here, working for Pinkie Pie!” I add, almost as an afterthought.
“Of course, I am working for Pinkie Pie; she bought me home from the market, brought me here directly from town!” she responds.
“She loves bringing joy, now she is picking out girls, just like us; to serve her, here at her very on cafe!” I point out.
“When you put it like that; you make it sound and feel; like a sisterhood of old, where you serve a deity in a cloister!” she responds.
“Pinkie Pie is the Element of Laughter, which could as well correspond to one of these ancient deities and gods of old!” I point out.
“Are you saying; we are chosen by a Deity? I am selected for a higher purpose, spreading joy and bring laughter?” she concludes.
“Well, I guess she is the salvation, for both girls and mares alike!” I respond.
“The town of Ponyville did look pretty vibrant and jolly, to me!” she says.
“Exactly, and now I am needed; down stairs, but I imagine you do need a breakfast!” I point out, continuing towards the flight of stairs and bounce down to the cafe without a single thought.
“The Marchmallow will love it here, once she can see for herself!” I ponder.
“Oh, wait; is that Elucive?” I ponder, as I continue through the cafe.
This white unicorn stallion seems to find a fancy for our establishment. Who could blame him?
“Pinkie Pie!” I mumble, quietly in reverence.
Of course, Pinkie Pie had to show up at this particular instant; right before me. It is not just because this is her cafe and I am working for her.
“Hiya, Topaz!” she exclaims.
“Hiya, Pinkie Pie!” I respond.
“Since your dance went so well, Topaz; I chose to offer you the chance, of a larger scene where you can have a much larger audience!” Pinkie Pie points out; acknowledging the dance I perform, just the other day.
“That was fun! If you believe I could pull it of for you, again; I would love to accept your new stage!” I respond, grinning.
“It is your enthusiasm, and your eager acceptance of the original proposal; that made it work for you, in the first place! If you trust in yourself, and honestly enjoy to dance on my sage; the audience will enjoy your performance!” she is explaining; in the way only Pinkie Pie could, by knowing the feelings making this actually work.
“Why do I recognize your words and the meaning behind them; before you even spoke them?” I inquire.
“Pinkie Sense?” she suggests, just as much serious as it is in pure jest of the moment; “ But honestly, though; you are readily accepting what is before you, in the same way I am accepting the reality that is making Pinkie Sense work in the first place!” she continues.
“Are you just saying, that if I doubt myself; I would fall flat on my face, in humiliation?” I inquire.
“While it is not what I said, or what I meant; but I guess that could be a workable explanation, of the situation before you!” she points out.
“We are balancing on the edge of the blade here; between the Party of one, and too many Pinkie Pies!” she suggests; “Neither good, but when I get it right, I know and feel what is before me!” she concludes.
I see the image of her forlorn party, shivering in horror. The scene soon fades out into the blurry distance. Before it is replaced with the sense of Pinkie Pie: doubled, tripled and quadrupled; bouncing in frenetic as a herd all over Ponyville and its surroundings. Causing devastation, like a swarm of locust; consuming everything in its path. I instinctively flinch at the image, pulling back as if I had been hit by a bolt of lightning.
“This reality bites, but what am I getting myself involved in?” I ponder; knowing I can't pull back, even if I had wanted to.
While Pinkie Pie consistently insists on giving me options and asks me; she knows what I am going to do, before I do it. Even now; if I know and understand how it works, I still can't back away or resent her in the very least. The offer she is presenting me with; is still far better, than anything I could have dreamt up before. I am alive and respected; she permits me to make a difference; spreading joy and making ponies smile. I find myself enjoying the job she is offering me, the purpose she had for me. Her purpose, is now mine.
“If you need a pair of shoes for walking outside, I will have them for you; otherwise, I am happy to carry you to where you need to go!” she points out, in a generous offer, to me; “And, if you are missing your sisters, rest assured; you can see one-another any and every day!” she continues.
“Right now, I need to see your new stage; before I could make up my mind, though I am happy, to know I can see my sisters and come back if I choose to!” I respond.
Jump right up, and I will be taking you there in an instant; though you may consider, holding on for dear life!” she points out, as she offers me the ride.
“Why do I have the image of rodeo?” I ponder, as I mount the pony before me.
Pinkie pie trots out of the cafe and bounces off to the promised destination. No pony could bounce like a rubber-ball; yet, Pinkie Pie does with impossible and unchallenged ease.
This is the mare I dedicated my life; and by everything hole, I can never make myself regretting it!” I ponder.
Houses are passing me by, as I am bouncing like an insane rubber-ball. She stops before the building and open the door to the building. It is already decorated; as if this is a party house, or an opera hall.
“This sage, is indeed larger; than the one I was dancing on, the other day!” I exclaim.
“You are the star, of my show, if you have a second fiddle or not!” she points out.
“I have a stage, right here! Though I imagine, I do have a back stage entrance; to this sage, so I don't need to climb up to the stage!” I exclaim.
The hall even comes with three walls, lined with balconies for the audience. Naturally, there are three lines of chairs, comfortable for the ponies who want to sit up close and watch.
I had enjoyed the ear-pieces, but now the audience can share the music with me. Under the stage, I can see three large speakers; just as I can see speakers on the right and left walls, respectively.
“If you don't mind, I need to mount my stage; in order to dance!” I promptly point out.
“By all means, please; I need to see you performing your craft!” she responds; cheering enthusiastically, like a little filly on the Hearth's Warming Eve.
“She is acting like a little filly, one instant; and a timeless Princess the next!” I ponder.
I slip off of her back, before I bounce towards the stage she just offered me. With a single, graceful leap; I mount the stage. I do indeed owe her; more than one girl could possibly pay back, in a lifetime. It is not so much in the liberty, the freedom from the griffons; but more in giving me the purpose and the power to fulfill it all by myself.
When she picked me up, I had been noone, nothing; now I am a seasoned dancer, a ballerina ready to wow her audience.
“What is the price, to be met out; to be exacted upon my poor soul, for accepting the offer of working for Pinkie Pie?” I ponder.
I feel the power of lore, bubbling up from a long forgotten passed. Am I signing away my soul, in blood?
Of course, I am making ponies smile; I am doing good, without breaking a law or trampling any creature in the process. Maybe I am paying the debt, in the currency of laughter and joy? Each pony smiling is paying for my joy?
As my feet is touching the stage, there is a glow; I am standing on the tips of my toes, incapable of standing on my heels, once more. There is the first, initial tones from the music I had been dancing to the other day; I make the first leap and a series of pirouettes as the song is starting.
This stage is heaven, and thus I am in heaven. Pinkie Pie had shepherded me, to the green pastures of my soul. A smile is spreading out over my face. I can not help myself, enjoying the moment.
The entry to the first performance is on the house!” Pinkie Pie exclaims, for each and every pony to hear.
Like no pony else, Pinkie Pie can make herself heard. It is, as if she had been using the Royal Canterlot voice. Just that there is none of the drawbacks of that.
“The Phantom of the Opera!” the sign on the entrance reads.
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?
Pinkie Pie had reserved the stage for me to play. Lyra will be my only company, from breakfast to lunch.
“Dancing to a Lyra could be fun!” I ponder; “The change in pace would be interesting and refreshing!” I continue.
I still do dance at the cafe for breakfast and lunch, most of the days; so I am already here, now.
I notice Lyra, trotting into the cafe and being served early in the morning. She is sitting in a chair, where she can maintain a pleasant perspective as she is watching me dance. I could not claim, that I mind her attention. So long as she is grinning happily in my direction; I am quite happy, with her in the audience.
I can't help but notice; how she is nibbling at her breakfast, with a bottle of fresh milk by her side. Every pony seems to have a bottle, each day here.
There is a lyra by her side, lying and resting; waiting, awaiting the moment when it will be brought forth. The instrument is quite content, biding its time; for me to hear it and listen to her, playing for me.
Lyra is literally and figuratively eating me up, with her eyes; while she is absentmindedly consuming her breakfast.
The room is surprisingly quiet, considering all the ponies enjoying their respective breakfasts; as I dance on the small stage, leaving squeaks filling the air in the room.
While the music is playing, I do not hear a single squeak; when the music stop, I am quiet, resting for but a moment, until the music is resuming and I start dancing once more.
Then the music quiet down and stop, just as the breakfast is over. All the ponies had left the room in quiet, silence. All, but one; Lyra Heartstring. She had finished her breakfast. Now she is raising to her hooves and the lyra is floating up into the air before her.
For a moment; I see her bouncing up and down, in giddy excitement. She jumps up onto a table facing my stage now lowered to just the right height for her to stand before me.
Her eyes are calmly resting upon me, as she is putting the effort of focusing on the lyra and its strings. I hear a few tentative notes; before the song begins and I start to dance, to the tones of Lyra.
We are alone, as she is playing the tune. I dance to the music she is producing for me and me alone. There is no pony listening or hearing her play. I am content, enjoying to dance for this one pony. Maybe it is, in the passion of her music, and maybe it is in how eager she is to play for me.
While she could have been playing for any pony or crowd of ponies willing to listen; she had chosen to play for me, just for the joy of seeing me and my dance. She is giving me her undivided attention, as she is playing one tune, after another.
Ten minutes before the lunch-break, she stops playing and the room is drowned in silence. She looks at me, quietly without a single word. Just looks at me.
I look at her, at Lyra. As I wink at her, she pounces from one table to the next; ending up on the stage beside me.
I had been standing in the middle of the scene, waiting for her to enter the stage.
There is a strange vibration, as her hooves touch the stage, and with each step she is taking. While I notice it, there is a glow developing on her hooves. Her hooves are glistering as if polished.
I move back and to the right, giving her more space and room on my stage. As she is stopping by my side, I ruffle her mane and scratch her head for a minute and then two and three. She just smiles, as if I had been an angel.
I enjoy the moment and consume her joy; as if it had been candy, given to me.
Now I sit down, beside her and she is winking at me. I spread my legs wide and places my hands on my knees; sitting by her side and my back turned towards her just enough for what is coming next.
“Giddy, giddy; and giddy up, yet I do not desire a ride on her back now, just the mare by my side” I ponder.
I absentmindedly scratch her head, from time to time. She giggles and grins at me; each and every time, as if it had been special to her in ways words could not quite convey.
Words, why bother with words; when the moment is pregnant with a perfect moment? I am content, with what is; as is she, I feel it in the air around me. No need to stare at her or pull out a scalpel to cut her open and examine her further.
“What could I give her, as a memento of this moment?” I ponder.
She needs no item, to remind her of the moment; it is just the way a girl sees it. That girl, is me. I want to give her something, that will outlast the moment together; even if the sentiment may be futile and hopelessly pointless.
Time is a bliss, I make the most out of it; just enjoying her by my side, just as I know she is doing. How could she not.
I notice, how she is turning towards me; I follow her example and face her. I gaze into her eyes and she gaze into mine. The moment is so perfect it almost hurt. The time is growing short.
Now I feel the warmth of her breath caressing my lips; I press the moment and part my lips as I kiss her. She responds in kind and part her lips in a loving kiss. The moment is sealed, I have the price, but, so does she. It is not a price that could be taken or soled, just the conclusion of a moment that had to come to an end. I regret nothing.
Between my slightly parted lips, my tongue escapes. In response, I feel her tongue touching the tip of my tongue and I almost faint. She gasps.
“Maybe, just maybe; there is something more I could do, for her? If Pinkie Pie approves and Rarity agrees to help me!” I ponder, realizing I just had to ask the one question.
The moment of perfect beauty, slowly ebbing out and evaporation as the time grows near. The lunch is almost upon us, and the other ponies are sure to rush in for a meal. Hungry ponies.
“But, what could I possibly give her?” I ponder.
“Wait, maybe that could work?" I ponder, while the kiss is breaking up as she still is smiling at me; “The boots for the stage, that looks as if it would fit!” I ponder.
She is raising to her hooves and I raise to my feet; as she is moving towards the very edge of the stage and then jump to the nearest table. I watch her jump down from the table, before she trots towards the door and promptly disappears.
Trust Pinkie Pie, to show up as if summoned; just because it is the right time, to be there. I see Pinkie Pie bounce into the room, just after Lyra moves out of the cafe.
“You rang!” she exclaims; as if there had been a bell in the room, I could ring in order to call upon her attention.
Of course, there is no such bell or device for me to call upon her attention. I just giggle at her prompt and timely appearance.
“I am summoned; please, pronounce your request!” she continues, as if she had known exactly what I wanted to ask of her.
She just makes me pronounce the words; effectively asking her, for what I need. Even if it is for a friend; I barely knew, since I had only just met her today.
“I was enjoying to dance for Lyra! I was wondering, if I could give her a set of boots for the stage?” I respond.
Pinkie Pie does not giggle or laugh, neither does she look offended or reprimand me for my presumptuous request. What is she possibly thinking?
“Just a set of boots, for Lyra to wear on the stage? I think that could be arranged!” Pinkie Pie pronounces; as if she had been Princess Celestia, making a grand announcement.
“You approve? I can give her a set of boots; as a token of my appreciation? I imagine she would be very happy!” I respond.
“Lyra was certainly enjoying the moment she was playing on the stage with you! Your gift is sure to make her happy, and bring a smile onto her lips! How could I not approve? I know Rarity would love the chance to craft these boots, too!” Pinkie Pie responds.
Just as suddenly as the pony had appeared, she vanishes. There is but a puff of smoke where she had just stood; as if she had been a djinnie, disappearing, after she granted the wish.
A Forward Memory, A Recollection of What is to Come: 28
It is strange, just how large my belly had become; in the final stage of my pregnancy. I had never been prepared for this. I see my belly expanding over time, as the pregnancy is progressing.
The general hospital in Ponyville is for ponies, it is what they are specialized in. No point, going there. Not even for something seemingly simple as a birth.
No point in braving the Everfree forest; just to see the zebra, named Zecora. Maybe Pinkie Pie could have asked her to come, but we are doing this at home.
A new room had been prepared for me on the floor above our regular rooms. It is decorated for me, so that I can give birth and deliver my child in comfort. Knowing the bed will hold me to the very end.
The added weight my body, is picking up at the end of my pregnancy, is not so much of an issue; considering the weight a bed for a pony has to support. The issue is; to support me as my body is changing more drastically, at the end of the pregnancy. A bed for a pony could easily hold the weight of two or three of me, even as I am giving birth.
I do not fear the delivery, but look forwards to it. Here in equestria, very few girls has the luxury to give a birth; let alone, doing so in comfort with another behind her back. I have the support of Pinkie Pie, and my sisters. How could I not be looking forwards to this?
As a matter of fact, she had told me of her plans to prepare and decorate the room for me, well in advance; maybe this is just Pinkie Pie and her overactive eagerness? Of course, the room had been built well before I do actually need it; she had taken the time to explore what I will need and acquire everything well in advance.
From a purely human standpoint, a birth could have been successful after as little as six months; even if the risks increase the earlier the delivery is taking place.
With Pinkie Pie in charge; the room is painted in pink. Everything had been prepared after little over a month; only the actual delivery and final assembly remains.
She managed to plant an apple tree in the room. Now I have roses and lavender as well. It is a veritable greenhouse, around me. At least, the roses does come with quite a lovely scent and the lavender makes me feel even more relaxed. Of course, I will have apples to snack on.
Since this is Pinkie Pie we are talking about, there is a large herd of pink balloons crowding the ceiling. The glow from the herd of balloons is quite mystic and majestic, if I could say so myself.
I have a sleek, pink sheet of locally produced latex rubber under me. The quilt and pillowcase is matching in pink. Yet, the most amazing; is the opaque black balloons around the bed at night, giving me a feeling of night as I need to sleep.
One month, two months, three months are passing by. While I sleep in the new bed upstairs; I can still perform modest work at the cafe. Four months, five months and six months; I am not doing very much down stairs, yet the ponies are still enjoying the time I do spend with them. Seven months, eight months, nine months and I am feeling the weight of the decision. I can no longer deny what is coming, just as I can not turn back of what I chose. Ten months, eleven months and twelve months; the time is closing in and I don't do all much now. My sisters are serving me breakfast on my bed.
“One more week!” Pinkie Pie had declared.
All the preparations had been made and I wait for the day and the moment.
Early on the morning, Pinkie Pie is bringing Fluttershy into my room. My sisters file in and line the wall to the right and left of the door. I feel and appreciate the support of them all.
Pinkie Pie had managed to adjust the light in the room, just for this very special occasion. It is not, as if a girl is giving birth each and every day in Equestria. Apparently, this is a rather momentous event; not just for me and Pinkie Pie, but for girls in Equestria at large. Even if very few knows of this; outside of the immediate family, at the very least.
“How does one even adjust the light, when the source of the light is a sea of balloons in the ceiling?” I ponder, in obvious puzzlement.
“Better, not to question Pinkie Pie; it will only impart me a severe migraine, even if Pinkie Pie herself does not rake any punitive action towards me!” I think.
This is a moment for me, in person; maybe this is why such effort had been put into adjusting this bed for me.
While I had been comfortable, lying down in the bed before, now I will be comfortable, giving birth. Whenever the little infant inside me, chooses to emerge from inside my womb.
While I still do lie down, I feel the bed tilt more and more; as I spread my legs, in order to make it easy for the girl to enter this world.
“Why did she choose this strangely comfortable latex rubber mattress for my bed? I do not complain, but I guess I am still curious!” I ponder.
If I did not know better, but this does feel as if it had been a water bed. Of course, I have no idea as to what a water bed really is, or how it feels to lie on one.
“Oh, oh! Ouch!” I exclaim, still quiet.
That was the first contraction. I guess that could have been worse, and more painful.
I am still relaxing, quiet relaxed; where I lie titled at a forty five degree angle. Why had Pinkie pie gone through all this effort; just for a mere girl, like me? I am but a pet to the ponies of Ponyville. Then again, I made a habit of not questioning Pinkie Pie. Even if I guess I could question ponies in general, ponies other than Pinkie Pie.
“Oh, oh!” I exclaim, as the next contraction hits home.
A few more contractions come and go; I am starting to push, harder and harder as I try to act on the contractions, in order to give birth.
I make an attempt, to pick on a breathing exercise, as the contractions come with shorter and shorter interval in between.
Time passes, and I feel progress in pushing the girl out. Inch by inch I dilate and the girl starts making progress in entering our world. I rejoice in my coming success, even if I can not know if she will actually make it through. Maybe it is, just in the process of giving birth; causing the elation within me. I feel more relaxed and elated; the more I dilate, as the process is progressing.
“There, I can see the top of the head!” Fluttershy exclaims.
“Good! That is good, I think!” Ruby responds.
“I do not know, ponies come with the fore-hooves first; but I am not experienced with humans!” Fluttershy concedes.
“When you put it, like that; doesn't bunnies come with the fore-paws first?” Ruby inquire; curious, but still unsure.
“Mmmh!” Fluttershy responds, not engrossed in the process of assisting me in the process of giving birth to my first daughter.
“Whoa! I am not just a little girl, I am a woman! Yay!” I ponder, quietly.
“Congratulations!” Pinkie Pie exclaims; just hushed enough, not to be intrusive.
“Contraction follows upon contraction, as the infant slowly continues into the world; pushed forth, with each contraction I experience. First the head, then the body and legs.
“Such a beautiful pink!” Fluttershy exclaims; in an ecstatic, yet characteristically hushed voice.
Before the eyes of the audience, the little girl is growing her hair in a braid along the length of her spine. The hair is a glistering black, including both the braid and the bangs.
“She is strangely normal for a human girl; under the current circumstances, I think!” Fluttershy points out.
“Yes, you are right; Fluttersy, she does look quite normal and healthy!” Pinkie Pie responds.
“She almost has your eyes, Pinkie; such clear, Emerald blue!” Fluttershy observes, as the girl is casting a glance her way.
I feel my nibbles swell and tingle, as the girl is finally brought back to me. Of course, Fluttershy had to confirm that everything is looking just right and dry her of with a clean, white towel, first. Maybe I should not blame her.
“She is such a little doll, she is absolutely perfect!” I ponder.
While she still is an infant; but aside from the hair and the glossy nails, looking as if she had a manicure, she does look exactly as she should.
“Rarity will love to make her a new suit!” I whisper.
Of course; this is exactly when Rarity and Twilight Sparkle enters the room. I can see Twilights horn light up, as she is teleporting the suit onto my daughter. Just a body, gloves and stockings. Enough; for her not to be nude.
“Thank you; Rarity and Twilight Sparle!” I exclaim.
“You are quite welcome, my dear!” Rarity exclaims, in response, while Twilight nods.
Pinkie Pie files out of the room, with Rarity and Twilight Sparkle behind her; while Fluttershy remains in the room.
My sisters are fling out, after them, quite content with the distraction. While I can't see where they are going, after the door is closed behind them; they walk down the flight of stairs, to the cafe.
Finally, I have some room; to care for my daughter, in piece and quiet.
“Oh, and thank you; Fluttershy, I am glad you stay with me for a moment longer!” I point out.
“You are welcome, I am only too happy, I could help!” she responds.
“Of course; trust Twilight to enchant the suit for a perfect fit! Otherwise, this suit is identical to my own!” I ponder, as I close my eyes.
”You are going to Canterlot, tomorrow!” Pinkie Pie explains.
“Canterlot?” I inquire.
“Exactly, Rutile; but I am afraid you need to change for the trip!” Pinkie Pie explains.
“The trip?” I inquire.
“You will go there, by train; I am afraid you will have to go as the pet they see!” Pinkie Pie responds.
”I am going to Canterlot, by train! As a pet?” I inquire.
“Rarity has already crafted your traveling ensemble, of course! Twilight enchanted it for you, as well. The cage will be carried onto the train, with you inside; before you will be carried to the opera, where you are expected to perform!” Pinkie Pie points out.
“At least, you take the time to explain it; as opposed to how the griffons used to treat us girls!” I point out, in response.
“Of course, I do; how could I neglect, letting you know!” she points out.
“Guess that is, why I am so eager to be on your train; even if I have to go to Canterlot, as a mere pet!” I offer.
The sun is setting as we speak, and I am tired as my eyes slowly start to close on their own. I blink, several times, in an effort to stay alert, for Pinkie Pie to explain the situation for me.
“I will pick you up tomorrow, the train is departing early, for you to be able to perform for all the ponies!” Pinkie Pie adds.
“At least, it is not a night train!” I ponder; as I see Pinkie Pie leaves the room, closing the door behind herself.
Once Pinkie Pie had left my room, I walk over to the wardrobe and open the door; looking into the currently empty void, pondering what she had in mind for me.
“I will be dancing for ponies, tomorrow; if it is in Canterlot, will the Princesses like Celestia and Luna be watching me!” I think.
I find myself having conflicting emotions about the entire adventure before me; while I love dancing and am looking forwards to the adventure and the new and large stage, do I really care for any of the ponies of Canterlot and greater importance.
“How many of these ponies has Pinkie Pie even met; let alone love and care about?” I ponder.
While I consider my situation and explore the corresponding emotions and feelings; I slip of my gloves and hang them up in the wardrobe, slip of my stockings and hang them up.
I slip down my skirt and hang it up, pull my top up and hang that up; before I slip my panties of and finally do hang them up before I close the door to the wardrobe and walk over to my still cold and empty bed.
I fold up the quilt towards the wall and sit down onto the bed, before I slip my feet in under the quilt; lying down and lay my head onto the pillow. Now I relax and close my eyes as I fold the quilt back over myself. A moment later, I am drifting of towards sleep; undisturbed and stay asleep the entire night, only to wake up rested as Celestia is raising the sun on a bright new day.
While my sleep had been undisturbed and restful; I had been dreaming of the stages in many faraway places, like Canterlot, Manehattan, Maretropolis, Fillitropolis and even Whinnieappolis. Every city large enough, for Pinkie Pie to set up a stage on which I could dance for exci6ted, bewildered crowds of ponies in the audience. Ponies, ponies and yet more ponies; yet, there is no griffon, zebra, buffalo or yak among the heads in the audience. Not even a dragon or changelings. While I guess I still am happy, not to see a griffon in the crowd.
As I had woken up, I fold up the quilt to the wall and slip my naked feet out into the fresh morning air. I sit up and set my feet down onto the floor; before I finally do raise to my feet, turn around and fold the quilt back.
Once I had made my bed, I turn around and walk to the wardrobe; open the door, inspecting what I am supposed to wear under the transport.
“A body, stockings, gloves?” I exclaim, to myself; “But, of course the entire ensemble is pink, just like Pinkie Pie herself!” I add.
“I really do hope; they have a proper changing room, at the Operal hall, where I am to perform; I will require the privacy and seclusion, for when I change into my dance uniform!” I ponder, knowing there is little to nothing I could do, if they did not have what I need.
“Then again; I can but trust in Pinkie Pie, to provide me with what I will need!” I consider.
Of course it is Pinkie Pie's responsibility; to provide me, with everything I need in order to perform for her. I belong to her; it is in her best interest, to help me perform my best in her name.
“A zipper in the back; only a unicorn, or a human could possibly handle that!” I ponder.
I open the suit by sliding the zipper all the way down the back; before I hold it up before me and step right into it right and left and slip my hands in. Once I slip my arms in, I make the suit slip into place; before I zit the suit up tight.
“There; that was quite easy, easier than I had been expected!” I realize.
“Good thing; I am already wearing her collar, so she could not be made to put on any other collar around my neck!” I exclaim, quietly.
As I had put the suit on, I slip on the stockings and gloves, right and left respectively; giving each a few tentative tugs in order to assure myself they are on properly and fit me just right. I could make myself, doing nothing less; in the name of my Idol and patron owner Pinkie Pie.
I could not even start to grasp, just how much I am owing her; as I live in this world, under the rule of ponies.
Just as I had ascertained myself the entire ensemble is on just right; I feel a strange sensation, an instant before the cage is appearing in the room.
As I turn around, I see the cage intended for my transport; the floor is shimmering in pink, just as my stage. The floor had been coated with locally produced, pink latex rubber.
“I know it is impossible to mistake this cage, for belonging to any but Pinkie Pie herself!” I ponder.
Should I eat now, during or after the trip to Canterlot? If I eat now, before the trip; it means that I had to get up much earlier, than I would have, if I was to eat later. If I eat during the trip; I risk being bothered by motion sickness and embarrassment. If I eat after the trip; I would need to take an earlier train, in order to have the time to eat before the performance. If I eat after the trip, I would also have a full stomach, when I am supposed to start my first performance.
“A full belly is not good for my performance!” I realize.
Cart or teleportation? Of course, if Twilight Sparckle could teleport me safely to the station; why could se not teleport me, directly to Canterlot, while she is at it. Now, that is giving a sign, of just how little I still know of unicorn magic and teleportation.
I move over to the cage and enter the fairly cramped space inside. I can't stand up, like when I dance; but, I can stand up in a quadruped stance, like a pony or a dog.
As I lie down, I feel the door close behind me; yet, it is not dark in the cage, due to a set of enchanted, glowing pink balloons moving about in the ceiling.
There is a discontinuity, from a short distance teleportation; the cage is resting safely and comfortably on the cart strapped behind Applejack. I feel the bumps of the road in the floor, under me. Applejack is doing a good speed, trotting from the cafe, over to the station.
There is a new discontinuity, as the cage is moving into the train, in the luggage and pet section. I could not blame Pinkie Pie, for this discomfort, she is merely following the rules and restrictions, in handling a pet like me.
Maybe, I should have been wearing a dog suit, and trotted by her side to the station; just as Winona would have been doing, with Applejack. Cracking wise is no good; it is not just too late for this now, I chose to walk like a human. Very much unlike most of my sisters.
On the other rubbery hoof, I am going to Canterlot; in order to perform, for the very important ponies. Maybe even Celestia and Luna would be there?
“Food does not care much for comfort, or discomfort!” I realize, as a bowl of salad appears before me.