Playtime's Palace

by Idylex

Rating: teen
Tags: Original Character, Comedy, Bon-Bon, Rarity, Random, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1019

Everypony in Ponyville knows Playtime. She owns that little shop with no windows that you have to go around back to go inside.

Everypony in Ponyville knows Playtime. She owns that little shop with no windows that you have to go around back to go inside.

(Inspired by Sweetie Brick by shortskirtsandexplosions)
(I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this...)

Published 2014-05-30 02:20:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-30 02:20:03 UTC

Chapter 1/?

Rarity walked through the center of town in the middle of day when she knew that all of the ponies would be at school or at work. She donned a marvelous hat and shades and carried a fantastic purple saddle bag on her rear. Inside of the bag was a fairly large package, wrapped in brown paper so as to hide the contents from the onlooking eye.

Most stallions in Ponyville who saw the package would assume that it was just an ordinary package from the post office, but any mare could distinguish it by its luxurious, purple stamp that labeled it as a product of Playtime's Palace.

Playtime was the new pony in town who had come in only a few months ago. She was a nice earth pony, very sexy, and was the mare that made every stallion in town turn their heads and put candy bars in colts' non-existing pockets. Where ever she went, there was sure to be a crowd of horny ponies following her. On her magnificent, firm flank was an image of a fluffy pink pair of hand cuffs.

Only a few days after moving into town, she bought a run down, abandoned shop down the street from the Sugar Cube Corner and began renovations. The entire thing was undercover, and nopony besides her and the workers were allowed to see the progress. Very hush hush. The only thing any pony saw was a sign posted by the sidewalk with "Playtime's Palace" and a picture of her cutie mark.

When the day came for Playtime's Palace to open up, all of the ponies in Ponyville had showed, but it was only huge disappointment for all the fillies and colts, just like when Santa didn't bring me that dirt bike for Christmas. The shop was a fanciful boutique colored blue and purple to match it's owner. It had no windows, and the only entrance into the building required going around back behind a wooden fence where nopony could see you. Posted on the stone walls where a window might have been, was a big, red, gloom sign that read "18+ Ponies Only".

It was at the sight of that sign that every pony in Ponyville realized what this was, and every adult lowered their heads, embarrassed, and walk their kids home. Just as quickly as the street filled up, the street was completely deserted, all except for one brave mare.

Bon Bon stood transfixed for several minutes until she finally snapped out of her hypnosis-like state. When she did, she look around and saw that all of the ponies had left. She began to turn and make her way back home too, but there was something about the shop that was so alluring. Just the thought of all of wonders lining the shelves, begging for attention, waiting for some desperate mare (or stallion) to come pick them out and bring them home with her.

You musn't! One part of her said.

Oh come on! Just a quick peek inside? Said the other part of her.

Maybe a just a quick look... The other part of her agreed.

Bon Bon went around back to the entrance behind the wooden fence and was greeted with another sign posted on the door. "18+ Ponies Only", It read. Bon Bon put her hoof on the handle and slowly began to push inwards. She closed her eyes and braced herself for what she might see inside, but Bon Bon's self-control was too great. She slowed down her hoof and was about to turn around, but that annoying bell hanging above the door of every stupid little shop rung and it was all over for her. No turning back now; might as well get a bullhorn and go around telling the whole town "I'M GOING INTO A SEX SHOP!"

Bon Bon sighed and took her first step inside the shop where she was immediately greeted by Playtime.

"Helloooo!" She greeted cheerfully. "My first customer! Come in, I'm sure you're eager to see what I have in stock!"

Playtime was wearing a seductive purple and blue uniform complete with short skirt, a cute white cap, and a badge that read: "Hello! My name is Sexy!"

"Is this your first time to one of these shops?" Playtime asked sweetly.

Bon Bon didn't reply. She was too transfixed on all of the devices lining the store shelves with her mouth ajar.

The store was much larger than one would initially think, judging by the outside. It was white with all the shelves being blue and was divided into several lanes, each one dedicated to almost every fetish a pony might have. Several mannequins placed around the store showcased the latest gear while posters hung high above the top shelf advertised mares in various poses using the new toys. In the back of the room was a changing room to try to before you buy, and even at the front counter were boxes of Trojan condoms and badges just like Playtime's.

Bon Bon's jaw dropped even further. Her eyes scanned the shelves until she came across one that peeked her interest.

"So..." Playtime asked playfully, "Is there anything of interest to you?"

Bon Bon nodded her head slightly, which proved to be difficult as her jaw had dropped through the Earth's crust and was now exploring the unseen caverns of the Earth's core.

Business started off slow at first but as word got around of what lied within the walls of Playtime's Palace, more and more mares began to show up at her shop. Pretty soon, all of the eligible mares in Ponyville had at least one of Playtime's products hidden deep within their panty drawers, away from all peering eyes. Even though every mare in town shared the same dirty secret, no pony would dare admit it and would act as if they never heard of Playtime or her shop. It was basically like peeing in the shower; everyone does it, but no one wants to admit it.

But wasn't I talking about Rarity or something? Whatever... Maybe another time.