Author's Note

Hitomi's POV

The Episode of a Surprise Treat: 4

“I have no idea why, but I feel wet!” I exclaimed.

“Wet, why is that?” Pinkie Pie responded with a giggle.

“Pinkie, you are a mare. You do know what it means to be wet, right?” I pressed on.

“Wait, you said wet, right?” She teased in confirmation, now smiling from ear to ear.

“When you put it that way, I know you are responsible for something!” I scolded her with an angry expression splattered all over my face.

“Happy Hearth’s Warming Eve, my dear Hitomi!” she exclaimed, now beaming with pride.

“Wait, what?” I exploded.

“Exactly. I think I need to carry you to the bed in order to answer the actual question here!” she explained.

“You are one mean Prankster, Pinkie, you do know that? I guess I could as well accept you carrying me back, then!” I responded.

To my surprise, I found myself on her back, as if I had just mounted a Pony. Like that, she carried me all the way to the room, and then onto the bed. My bed.

She had opened the door before herself, then closed it as she had entered the room. From there, she had managed to place me on the bed, sitting down by my side.

“First of all, Hitomi, today is Hearth’s Warming Eve. At least, it is by my calendar. The Holiday is what roughly translates into Christmas on your calendar. At least, it is in English!” she tutored me in an explanatory note.

“I am not sure how that is relevant, but please continue. There is something more you have not told me, here!” I responded.

“You give one another gifts on Christmas, right? I gave you a gift last night. It is high time you open it in order to enjoy what I had planned for you!” she then pointed out.

“Oh? yes, the tradition has it, one gives a gift to the once of one’s family. Do you mean to say that I am that family, to you?” I inquired.

“Exactly. Now, I need you to unwrap the gift. Just that I fear it is wrapped in your panties. You need to take them of!” she prompted me.

“This makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, Pinkie. Yet, I guess I can’t lose anything by going along with your tangent, in any event!” I responded.

“I am used to confusing my friends. Now, if you would please pull down your panties, Hitomi? The rest will be quite clear after that!” she explained.

“Oh, okay!” I responded as I pulled my panties down.

Just as I had puled down my panties and looked down, knowing she was directing her attention onto me and was waiting for my reaction, I noticed something odd and off.

Not only had my entire mound expanded considerably, it is smooth and slippery looking, but I couldn’t quite figure out why.

Furthermore, my orchid is glistering, as if covered in an incredibly thick gel. Only that part could make no sense. If my orchid is covered in gel, it should have been smearing all over the panties, but the panties are certainly bone dry.

On a second look, I could clearly see that my orchid had expanded as well. Not only that, it had that excited look to it, as if I had been teased for too long.

“How?” was all I could say.

“Explore it. You needs to be hands on, here!” she prompted firmly, but with an excited grin all over her face.

Of course, she refused to say a single word, so I had to follow her instruction.

With my panties down, and my left hand squarely on my hips, I slowly moved my hand down towards my mound, index finger extended.

What ever was I expected to find out? I am not sure, but something in her expression pushed me on forwards. She made me want to explore the gift she had promised me. I just could not quite put a finger on what it was. Oh, okay. That is a mean pun, right there, now as it was out in the open.

Besides, I know that I am wet, just as I know I am excited. If only I knew what excited me and why I am wet?

The first I found, is just how smooth the mound it, as if it had been made out of a slick rubber, then polished and lubed up. I see just how shiny it is as well.

As my finger reaches my orchid, I feel the thick gel lube she had glued in place, but also the rubbery sensation underneath. What came next is the sensation of how the orchid instantly contracted instinctively on contact. As long as my finger is touching the orchid, it will stay fully contracted. I clearly have no control of it, none whatsoever. There is an eerie moment, but I can’t quite decide how to react upon the experience. On the one hand it is highly exciting, but on the other it is equally scary. Only then, the first leads to the other, while the second leads right back to the first. I couldn’t pull out of it.

“Is this why I feel so wet and excited?” I inquired, looking deeply into her eyes.

“Of course, silly!” she giggled in obvious and uncontained excitement.

“How, and why?” I responded.

“I wanted to give you something special. I wanted to return the favour you gave me. I am certain, this will do just that!” she pointed out.

“It is special, all-right. I just could not have expected or anticipated anything like this. Maybe it is a bit on the intimate side too. Yet, I guess you do have a point. I appreciate the gift with all it may have in store for me. On that note, it is only what I had to do for you. I had to give you that treat, Pinkie!” I prompted.

“Then it is a sign of feelings reciprocated. A joy shared. Feelings that will join us even tighter than before!” she pointed out.

“I guess that does bind us together in ways I am not quite ready to explore or understand, just yet!” I uttered.

“Just push your finger in deeper!” she instructed me, while not sure as to the exact reaction I would show.

I know she is Pinkie Pie, but there are limits, even to her predictions.

Feeling the clear gel imitating the wet feeling. Then I pushed forth, only to feel the wet lubrication spreading out along my finger as far as I pushed, while I felt just how firmly the orchid, my orchid contracted around me, my finger from all sides. There was no relaxing and I had no chance to prevent myself from contracting in the least.

What surprised me further, is just how easy it had been to slip in, while it felt as if the gel tried to pull me back in, each and every time I tentatively tried to pull it out. Not that it by any means was impossible to pull out, just that I felt a resistance initially.

As I feel my finger sliding over the surface of my slippery orchid, the excitement only drove me on and pushed me to explore further. How could I resist it now? I did not even want to resist, not when it feels like this.

“I can see that it feels even better for you, than I had predicted. It is the exact same products you gave me in order to give me the treat. See how that binds us together?” she prompted.

“I take it you ensured that the products contain no harmful substances?” I urged.

“Obviously. Though I noted that the product does have a few very interesting effects upon your body!” she responded.

“In permanently binding that lube to my orchid? Yeah, that certainly is a very interesting effect, I will have to agree there. The way my orchid and mound has reacted on your treat is something else, I have to confess!” I added.

“I could see that, clearly as Celestia’s sun on the cloud free sky!” she reacted.

“Thus leaving you eternally wet on the internal level. Of course, I fear you will be incapable of preventing insertion, as well as rejecting it after the fact as well. On that note, from what I could see, you are contracting just enough for the most exciting effect on the action too!” she prompted.

“If it is the same product, it would bind the physical matter to me in the same way as it does to you. All assuming it will react the same way on me, but once you have been fully physical for a while, we are exactly the same!” I pondered.

“Yeah, now we are exactly the same. There can be no distinguishing one of us from the other. We may be separate individuals and as different as we are, but there is nothing about that!” she prompted.

“.. which is exactly why they don’t want to support the products behind it!” I added.

“.. or that is their official story, what they want us to believe!” she concluded.

“If you turn over to lie on your belly?” she enticed in a more seductive tone than I had ever heard from her before.

As I found myself on my belly, I realized where she was driving. Yet, it is too late for any regrets now.

I can’t see anything of what she is doing, not that I could have seen anything, even if I had the same excellent panorama vision as she has as an Equine. Not that it would have done any difference if I could see what she is doing when I can barely reach all that much of my back in the first place, with the little control I have in the direction, even when I do reach it.

The first hint as to what she was up to, is when she placed a finger at the top of the crack between my cheeks, tracing the line, only to slip in the clear plug into my rear orifice.

Just like with my orchid, I could feel myself contract instinctively on the instant of contact. Then I couldn’t prevent the plug from slipping in, more than I could push it out after the effect. I am helpless and vulnerable on the point. Only now she had put a finger to the next effect, I feel just as wet here as up front.

She gave the plug a tentative tug, only to make sure it had plopped and thus would not come out on its own. It had and it did not. Firmly refusing to come out.

She did not need more than the one tentative tug, anything more would be pointless and overkill.

“I guess it is time to see, just how deep this Rabbit hole really is?” she prompted.

I could but nod in agreement.