Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

A Pink Shopping Spree; 2

I had not told her all that much, although I knew she had an idea as to what I had in mind, she has after all seen the show and thus knew the holiday. She just did not know the exact day it was to be. Now I wanted to surprise her. I still had made the one small hint, placing the two socks by the first place in the living room.

I had slipped out in the cold darkness outside with little more than a skirt and a top on. Though I do wear a pair of boots for the cold, I did not want to freeze my lovely red hooves of.

I know she had not told me every detail of what she had given me, the first day when she treated me to the hooficure. She had left me to explore the effects on my own. I guess I had enjoyed that in my own way, even if one may think it would have been fair of her to let on a bit more of what she had in mind.

It had been a part of her allowing me to become a physical person, rather than that insubstantial holographic character, which is all very good and nice of her. Just that there was a second and hidden agenda in her way of giving me the treat, even if I had enjoyed the treat and her choices. I love the shiny red she had given my hooves, even if there is a chance it was due to her influence in the first place. Then there is what she forgot to mention, how elastic and rubbery she had allowed my hooves to become in the process, even if it does go well with my personality. Maybe she knew me better than she let on, after all.

In a sense, I am a physical representation of her image of whom I was and who I should be, I could do nothing about it, at this point. Maybe I had secretly chosen to go along with her choices and even influenced her in her choices, somewhere along the way. Now, it is time to take this to the next step. I am to choose who I am and push her along with me. Even if she doesn’t consciously know what I am doing right now. She may realise it at some point, possibly because I had told her by then.

If she had managed to miss the fact that I am a trickster, it is her problem and her very own fault, it is too late to turn back. Particularly since she had been enjoying to feed me, until I gained a fully physical form, capable of going out and acting independently. I had told her about that little detail, just after I had found the stick laying before the emitter that had been responsible for maintaining me from the instant she had activated it, until I had gained the mass required in order to become a real Pony, such as I was created.

True to my character, I had done all the shopping for the both of us, aside from doing all the cooking and baking. I had handled all these things and enjoyed it royally, as the expression went.

I had brought a smile to her face, just as she had managed to keep me happy. I guess I couldn’t complain, but neither could she. Just the way I had wanted it all along.

While I had been out on my adventures on town, I had seen every shop, store and boutique there is. I had explored everything there is to see and asked around for any and everything I could come up with, including a few purely nonsense enquiries. Equipped with a photographic memory, I never need to see the same place twice, or ask a second time, even if this detail stay out of my conscious thought. It merely guides me to what I need to recall, at the instant I need to know. It is a very convenient arangement, since it never bothers me with inconsequent details I have no interest of or would merely make me depressed.

I had found the boots I am currently wearing on one of these sprees. Likewise, I had found every shop where they have any ingredient for my baking cooking and party planning. Aside from that, I had found what I am currently out to buy. The details that are about to allow me to do to her, what she so kindly had done for me. I know these products are intended for holographic characters, such as myself. These may be unsupported third party products, the original producer has no interest in supporting. I had the idea, maybe they would be just as fun, if I was to use them on her, instead of her using them on me. It is the way I see it.

What I was looking for is available in a small shop on a side-alley, where most people probably would never go, let alone enter the shop to ask for what I was looking for. Is this an advantage, or should I have been avoiding the shop, like so many would have told me with such empathetic vehemence?

Not only had I entered the shop and asked my questions, yet staying clear of the details I knew wouldn’t lead me to what I wanted to know. the little details of effects on a character such as myself. Had I told the guy what my true intents were, he was liable to call the cops first thing, possibly even activating some unseen and silent alarm. I had no interest in that scene. I am not into making scenes, not any of the kind.

I hear no chimes as I entered the shop, just as I knew I never would. They wouldn’t trust these simple tools, as inviting as they may feel to the next customer, including me. Although I knew they had tracked my every move, from several yards outside of the shop, before I had entered. They had recognised me on site, which is not much of an accomplishment on their part, considering how original and uncommon my looks are. Anyone who wouldn’t recognise me the second time they saw me, just couldn’t exist.

I hear no chimes as I entered the shop, just as I knew I never would. They wouldn’t trust these simple tools, as inviting as they may feel to the next customer, including me. Although I knew they had tracked my every move, from several yards outside of the shop, before I had entered. They had recognised me on site, which is not much of an accomplishment on their part, considering how original and uncommon my looks are. Anyone who wouldn’t recognise me the second time they saw me, just couldn’t exist.

“Hi, you have the products I was asking about, the other day?” I merely put forth as I saw the face of a young woman who frequently was tending the store and was liable to be their expert on the line of products I was looking for.

“Hi. You were by chance asking for these mature products for use on holographic characters? The unsupported third party products, as I recall!” the female enquired, mainly to make sure she had me where she wanted, in order not to make any embarrassing mistake.

“As if they would make or support any of the mature products I was asking for? Or even the physically altering effects I was looking for?” I emphasised.

“No, I guess not. They merely produce the electronic products, the emitters and associated products. They will never and can never see a market in your line or enquiries. You can’t blame them for it, either!” she responded to the point.

“No, I guess I can’t exactly blame them, just as they couldn’t blame me for desiring these products. It isn’t as if they are dangerous or contain any prohibited substances. Just as they can’t really be used in any other harmful manners? I just want some fun!” I concluded.

“I couldn’t blame you, but I just sell what people are prepared to pay for. I think we have what you asked for, though you may like to look closer at the products in order to see if they are exactly what you were looking for. Doesn’t pay to push the wrong products, it only pushes my customers out of the store. I’m here to help people find what they feel they need, I don’t care if I am the only one to supply these products or not. Having less than common products does make it easier on my part. Let’s see, here they are!” she proposed as she lined up the products on the counter in the back of the store.

I hear no chimes as I entered the shop, just as I knew I never would. They wouldn’t trust these simple tools, as inviting as they may feel to the next customer, including me. Although I knew they had tracked my every move, from several yards outside of the shop, before I had entered. They had recognised me on site, which is not much of an accomplishment on their part, considering how original and uncommon my looks are. Anyone who wouldn’t recognise me the second time they saw me, just couldn’t exist.

“Hi, you have the products I was asking about, the other day?” I merely put forth as I saw the face of a young woman who frequently was tending the store and was liable to be their expert on the line of products I was looking for.

“Hi. You were by chance asking for these mature products for use on holographic characters? The unsupported third party products, as I recall!” the female enquired, mainly to make sure she had me where she wanted, in order not to make any embarrassing mistake.

“As if they would make or support any of the mature products I was asking for? Or even the physically altering effects I was looking for?” I emphasised.

“No, I guess not. They merely produce the electronic products, the emitters and associated products. They will never and can never see a market in your line or enquiries. You can’t blame them for it, either!” she responded to the point.

“No, I guess I can’t exactly blame them, just as they couldn’t blame me for desiring these products. It isn’t as if they are dangerous or contain any prohibited substances. Just as they can’t really be used in any other harmful manners? I just want some fun!” I concluded.

“I couldn’t blame you, but I just sell what people are prepared to pay for. I think we have what you asked for, though you may like to look closer at the products in order to see if they are exactly what you were looking for. Doesn’t pay to push the wrong products, it only pushes my customers out of the store. I’m here to help people find what they feel they need, I don’t care if I am the only one to supply these products or not. Having less than common products does make it easier on my part. Let’s see, here they are!” she proposed as she lined up the products on the counter in the back of the store.

“That’s the silicon base gel, apparently a thicker variant. There’s the rubbery grip gel for the sole of the hooves, right. Now, there’s the gel for the orchid and the mound?” I responded.

“Both mate and shiny variants. Aside from that special lube for a holographic character and the special adhesive to use with the lube. Sure to promise all the fun I could wish for!” she prompted.

“I take the thick silicon base gel, the adhesive, the lube, the rubber grip and mound and orchid gels!” I confirmed, picking them out, package by package, carefully looking over the fine print detail, like the reflective properties.

“That is a hundred bits, right there!” she pointed out.

“Thanks!” I responded as I passed her the bill, before I walked out the door.

“You’re welcome. I hope to see you back, when you need something else?” she expressed, just before I left the store.

This was promising quite some fun. Only question is exactly when I should treat her.