Mommy’s Heartbeat: Pinkamina Opalescence
By Brucelee41126
Please Note: This is merely to count as an entry for a contest that was held by Lil' Miss Jay at the time of creation of this fanfic. It is the reason why this fanfic skips out on possibly great depth and detail (Though I'm kinda sure I broke the rules kind of...HOPING single lines aren't "paragraphs"). I'll edit this up with details after the contest is over.
Please enjoy this writing for merely a source of entertainment, nothing more.
It seems so long ago that I used to be an ordinary pet. Even though it has only been a couple of months, I’ve almost forgotten how to move like I used to, how to really communicate, or even remember what's really right or wrong. It feels so distant, remembering my days of lazing about as an average house pet. It's mostly a blur except for a couple of days. Then again, I can’t really move that well at all. I can't talk, eat, or sleep either. All I can do is just watch the world around me, be a good girl and wait for Mommy to come play with me. But as I said, it wasn't always like this.
You see, I used to be a pet. A cat, if I recall. I was not a very “friendly” cat, however. I hated it when I had to take a bath. And I absolutely abhorred being dragged into my Mommy’s little sister’s antics. She was simply dreadful, always coming into the boutique covered in filth. UGH! She was absolutely awful to endure being hugged by, dirtying my well-kept fur. That aside, I hated a lot of things, and always acted spoiled to both my Mama and her sister. I did try to help, of course. I always critiqued Mama’s dresses for her job. She and I had a great sense of fashion. We understood what was fabulous and what was simply tacky and didn't work. It’s the reason I accepted her to begin with.
I remember that one day, Mama started staying home all the time suddenly, never leaving the house for anything, and making her little sister go out and grab food instead of her usually. I remember feeling worried and annoyed about this. I was worried, because Mama used to go out all the time, visiting friends, and getting freshened up to smell like fresh flowers when she returned. I liked when she did that. She seemed so...pretty when she did. She seemed so happy too, making me feel blissful as well. She loved to stay in as good condition as possible. But now,she simply walked around in a paranoid panic, rarely eating and never wanting to talk to anyone aside from Sweetie at times.
Then, as time went by, I grew irritated, with to her constant bickering about some “Pinkie Pie”. She would keep looking out the window, muttering something about “Pinkie not being the same” and “never wanting her to be found by that maniac.” She always ignored me, only staying in her delusions and paranoia. She never played with me, never spoke to me, and never brushed me like she always would. I started to hate her for it. I wanted my attention. I wanted my love, and I damned her for it.
One night, it was raining really badly, and thunder kept crashing about the house. I hated thunderstorms. I never liked loud noises it. It didn’t help that Rarity was still talking to herself about this “Pinkie Pie” again, curled up in her bed and shaking when it wasn’t cold. I’d had enough. I wanted my old owner back. I wanted to go back to the good times when she would say she loved me. Back to the times she always took care of me at the first notice that I was upset. I wanted Mama back.
Without thinking, I started yelling and yowling at her, begging her to snap out of it. She stopped murmuring to herself, looking up from her hooves to look at me, surprised. She blinked, stunned at how I was behaving. I was normally quiet, unless I was hungry or something was really wrong. She kept asking me what was wrong with me, but she knew what the problem was. I just wanted Mama Rarity back, and her out, simple as that. She started trying to shoo me away, growing more irritated. “Go away, Mommy’s feeling well.” She kept saying, pushing me away lightly and smiling the same way Mommy always did when she was worried about something.
….I didn’t like it.
It wasn’t her smile. She was a faker, a liar. She wasn’t the same Mommy that always hugged me tightly when she came finished her work. She wasn't the same Mommy that always asked for my opinion on her dresses. SHE WASN’T THE MOMMY I LOVED!
I leapt onto her face, swiping at her face with all my might. I was hoping to tear away the mask she was wearing, reveal the real pony behind my Mama’s face. She just screamed, grabbing me with the magic of her horn, and threw me across the bedroom. I remember hitting the wall, something poking into my head, hearing a loud crack, the back of my head feeling warm and gooey, and then the world growing dark. I didn’t like the sensation. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t move at all. All I could see was…darkness. I felt so alone. So…empty. My heart just stopped in pure sorrow. I could feel the crater where my heart used to beat.
...
...Nothing happened for such a long time. I don't even recall myself trying to keep track of just how long as I was there. It's not like I cared anyway. I was too torn apart my mama disappearing and leaving me with that faking mare, and letting me DIE. I just wanted my Mama back. I wanted to be held and told it was going to be okay. I wished I could tell Mommy just how much I loved her.
“Mommy’s so sorry, Opal...”
I heard Mama calling to me, and the sensation of my chest being closed up.
“Mommy didn’t mean to hurt you so much. But we’ll be together forever now…Pinkamina.”
Please note: I am continuing this story for two reasons.
1. I actually find this kind of fun to do: to take a perfectly good story, and then rewrite it from a different perspective. It makes you consider ALL of the possible angles and thought processes of all the characters. It's interesting, to say the least.
2. Because I actually got permission from the author of Lil' Miss Rarity himself to keep writing this, and that is just fucking awesome, so yeah.
With that said, be warned that from here on in, the story will become much more graphic in terms of sexual content and gore. This should be expected, of course, if you have read the actual blogs from Tumblr. If you HAVE NOT read the stories, but wish to understand this one to a point, you better get started.
Enjoy.
Mommy’s Lifestyle: Pinkimina or Opalescence?
No words could describe how I happy I was when I realized that I was once again in my mama’s embrace once more. She held me close to her chest, as she apologized for ignoring me; her deep azure eyes glowing with love, and her beautiful violet mane bouncing at the sides of her head. It was though she had finally come back from disappearing for all those weeks, leaving me with that fake of a mare. I could forget all about that now, because Mama Rarity was back with me. She spoke to me once more in her lovely voice, looking only at me.
“I hope I’m number one on your list…
Pinkamina, my love…” Mama Rarity whispered towards me, giving me a look I had never seen before.
Mommy did seem….changed now, despite her return. Don’t misunderstand me, this was definitely Mama Rarity; no one looked at me so lovingly like she did. However, the way her smile was now more of a smirk, the way her eyes was simply off. It had a light edge to it that she had never shown before. As though she was thinking of doing things...Naughty things.
…Not to seem like the perverted little thing, but I actually became slightly…heated from her gaze. I couldn’t list the number of times I wished was the same species as her, so I could just do what I wished with her. To kiss her luscious lips, to carcass her ripe flank, and to eat her little pink slit out like the animal inside me always wanted to. Ohhhh….the things I would do to Mama Rarity to show her how much I loved her.
Still, the way her eyes now seemed a bit more shaky was peculiar. Maybe it was the fact that he face and eye clawed at badly, due to my assault before my sudden hit against the wall. I felt badly for doing it, but it didn’t seem Mama minded now, so I simply ignored it for the time being.
What actually bothered me was the fact that she called me something she never called me before. Who was “Pinkamina”? My name was Opalescence, or Opal. She couldn’t have been talking to anypony else, I was the only other thing here besides a sewing kit and a few scraps of…something all over the ground. Why would Mama call me something so different?
Now that I thought about it, I began to notice my body was different. My lovely white coat was no longer attached to my skin, or rather; I don’t think I had skin at all anymore. I had cloth as serving at my skin. My body was still small, but had more of the shape of a small mare doll. My body was now a light pink, stitches going down the center of my face and chest, going all the way down to my belly, and own my arms and legs. The only hairpieces I had now was a long, straight, dark pink mane going down the left side of my face, with a matching tail. I couldn’t move my body at all, not even being able to blink my eyes, or stop grinning. I quickly came to ignore this, however; enjoying my mama’s warmth against me.
Over the night, Mama kept me close to her at all times, always whispering to me how much she loved me. I felt at peace, despite the fact that she kept calling me “Pinkamina.” She was looking at me each time she spoke, so it couldn’t have been anypony else she directed her affection towards. For some reason, she also checked her laptop, occasionally turning it on and speaking towards it. She usually only used that thing to look up outfit designs or maybe look up some famous pony, and never even bothered to take the camera out of the box it came in.
As the night went on, she lied down in her bed, bringing me along with her. She pressed me against her, my new legs landing on top of her waist. I wanted to hold her close, but I just couldn’t move my body for the life of me. She then lit her horn, magically levitating her laptop on top of the bed sheets as her eyes scanned across the screen for something. From the corner of my sight, I could make out words flowing by as Mama scrolled down the page. Were those questions?
The light on the camera that rest on top of the monitor glowed red, which meant Mama Rarity was about to speak towards it again.
“Well, that’s true, you haven’t seen it.” Had seen what? I listened to her speak, lightly enjoying the fact that my new “arm” had now slid onto Mommy’s round romp. So firm and hot... It was blissful, touching such a thing.
“But, I’ll let you in on a secret, in case you haven’t figured it out already…”
I glanced up, curious of what this secret could be. I normally heard all of her secrets, because she told them all to me, but this seemed different.
“Pinkimina here is made of Opal. Don’t tell Sweetie Belle…”
I suddenly stopped trying to move my leg across her bottom. Did she just say what I had thought she said? But…but I’m Opal. How can I be made of something I “now” am? What did Mama mean!?
I looked towards her to see her looking back at me with a slightly pained look. She sighed, before looking back towards the screen. I didn’t understand what Mommy meant by that, but I think she meant-
“And what gave you the idea that I HARM myself!?” She snapped at screen, giving it a lightly annoyed glare. “I’d never do such a vile and pitiful thing! Ugh…Disgusting! Perish the thought.”
“Now, if you’ll excuse us…” Mama Rarity turned her head away from me as she slowly said that, her horn once more becoming surrounded in a whitish light. A blindfold, a ballgag and a kitchen knife slowly floated to her side. A small tinge of rose graced her cheeks, as she slowly licked her lips. “Pinkamina and I have a romantic evening planned out. And I wouldn’t miss it for all of Equestria…”
She then got out of bed, lifting me up to eye-level and pressing her lips to my grinning face. I could feel the lust in her kiss, as it slowly built up inside me. I wanted to kiss her back so fucking much. The way her tongue pushed against my stitched shut mouth nearly drove me insane with the amount of desire to just tussle with it with a tongue of my own, so our saliva could mix with intimate passion.
She then strolled downstairs, pushing the door basement door open, for out “romantic engagement.”