Hearth's Warming Eve

by Ponyess

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro, Other, Romance, Pinkie Pie, Sex
Length: 6967

It is the time of year, it is a spectacularly cold winter. I had to play the part and warm the spirits, to fulfil the special Holiday known as ‘Heart's Warming Eve. With that, I set out on a shopping Spree, which was to secure, what I ha

It is Hearth's Warming Eve, in but about a week, even if she would have called it Christmas. I don't really care much for these tiny differences. I just wanted to make her happy, to bring a smile to her face.

I just need to do some shopping in order to acquire the few things required in order to prepare for this very special first time around, for this particularly joyous Holiday I know she will not blame me.

There is the matter of giving her a gift, so special it will stand out for all times, plastering that wide grin on her face.

It is very cold outdoors, it is a seasonal thing, since it has to be winter this time of year.

How she would react, you would claim I could never know, not before I had seen her react on what I had intended for her, once she had finally fully realised what I had given her. Just that I am Pinkie Pie, I know these things, just as certainly, as your Santa Clause, or as some called him, Santa Claws, was it? That man goes by many names, I had to admit.

I need but the one, Pinkie Pie, or the one I was given, Pinkamena diana Pie.

Published 2014-09-17 21:50:04 UTC
Last updated 2015-10-13 21:07:37 UTC

Prologue: 1

Author's Note

Hitomi's POV

Prologue: 1

We all remember Dashie performing her spectacular aerial stunts with her troupe of Wonderbolts, on the purposefully cleared sky. They had worked fairly hard on setting the scene mere hours before. Incidentally, most of town had had a dark cloud cover during the day. I had been there with Pinkie Pie, since we had been invited.

Every fillie and colt had been out on a ‘Trick or Treat’, since it was Nightmare Night. Only Pinkie Pie had apparently, true to herself been there with the best in her Chicken Suit. The free candy had been too much of a temptation for her to resist, maybe I shouldn’t blame her, I still do recall when I last was out, doing much the same.

Apple Jack and Granny Smith had been serving their Apple Treats, and Apple Cider. Pinkie Pie had been baking all week to prepare, since she couldn’t just bake everything in the very last moment in order for everything to be steaming hot and last minute fresh for the event.

I guess I am lucky to have been one of the few friends invited early on, the place was apparently filled to capacity, when they started to serve. I had been told later, it had been a blast and a complete success.

After that, Fall had progressed fairly uneventfully, later replaced by winter, as the first snow fell. The snow fall had been beautiful at first, only then came the cold, as if I had not expected it. Winter is always cold.

From the moment the first snow fell, Pinkie Pie had been preparing for the next holiday. I know it is important to her, I can’t blame her since I had been looking forwards to the holiday myself. It is one of these family holidays.

Only this Hearth’s Warming Eve promised to be special. Not just to me or in the usual way. Now I am celebrating it with Pinkie Pie. True to herself, she does everything, when it comes to her parties and celebrations, she is a perfectionist, nothing was left to chance and nothing was allowed to go wrong. As annoying and trying as it may be while she is preparing, it is just as rewarding when you finally do get to the party.

In the end, I couldn’t regretting for an instant, letting her into my life.

The one big final holiday of the year is finally upon us. It is Hearth’s Warming Eve tomorrow. I have been looking forwards towards it since last year. Even if the interest and passion had increased day by day since I met her, she now lives with me.

She has done all the baking for the both of us and prepared all food. Just as she did all the shopping, even if I may have been following her on occasion, either for helping her to carry things, or when it was something that needed to fit me.

I had seen Pinkie with all the Post Cards on the table, writing thoughtful “Hearth’s Warming Eve” greetings, spending hours each day, just flipping cards, writing greetings and filling out the addresses to each and every Pony she knew. All we were not to see for the few days of this very special holiday. Then, about a week before the day, she had simply slipped out and posted the huge stack and gotten home, mere minutes later, wearing a satisfied smile all over her face.

I imagine it would be cards for at least half the community and then numerous other friends near and far, which is very much like her. She is still the very same, Pinkie Pie. How could she act any other way?

“Finally, you did send all the cards, Pinkie?” I enquired.

“Yeah, that should be every friend of ours. I want them to be happy and remember us with a smile on their lips, even if we can’t be there by their side right now!” Pinkie pointed out, her grin growing slightly.

“I hope you did not destroy the post-box with all the cards. They looked heavy enough?” I teased.

“Naeh, I managed to get to the postal office just in time!” she returned.

“Good, then we can finally enjoy the holiday together the way it was meant to be!” I suggested hopefully as I looked at her.

A Pink Shopping Spree; 2

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.

A Treat, Yet to be Realised: 3

It may be early, but it is the morning of the one special day. Hearth’s Warming Eve is a very special day to me. I couldn’t deny it. Now I had planned for and acquired all the things I need for us to enjoy this one and very special day together.

She is still sleeping contently in her bed, just as she has been, since she fell asleep last night. It is the way it should be. Just as I wanted it to be. I need her to sleep for a while longer, in order to make the final preparations, to hoof her the first of the gifts I had intended to give her on this day.

First things first, so I carried in the products required into her bedroom, lining them up on the top of her bed stand, before I slipped the quilt off of her, hiding it away, close at hand. Once the quilt was out of the way I carefully slipped her panties out of the way in order for her private and intimate parts to be fully accessible to me, so I could apply the gift, for her to discover as she woke up

Since the manual had stated that the silicon base gel was to be applied first, I had started with that. The thickness is very convenient right now, not that I was careless or clumsy, but I like things to be just right. Slowly spreading the gel from the top of her mound, on and around her orchid, carefully working it in, making sure her skin would be fully saturated, before I could move on. Maybe they had forgotten to mention that the thickness made her skin more elastic than I had anticipated, just as it would heighten her sensitivity a great deal, not that I mind. I doubt it would bother her either. Now I cover her orchid with the shiny gel and slowly worked it in, looking and feeling my way as her sensitive skin absorbed it, while growing increasingly more shiny until it had taken up a glister and making it look as if it had been covered by the thick lube gel already. I could incidentally feel how she slowly became more elastic as I went, although I failed to notice how it made her more sensitive.

Once I reasoned she was contracting around my fingers strongly enough, I moved on to the mate gel and covered her mound, where I had applied the gel base. Once her entire mound had been saturated, I capped this bottle and placed it where I had picked it up from the bed stand.

I helped her to turn around in order for her to lie on her belly, before I once more started over with the silicon base, only to apply it to her rear entrance or orifice. Maybe I just enjoyed the tease. I sure did enjoy the process, feeling the gel being absorbed by her skin, while I slowly and very carefully finished this step of the process, before I applied a shiny gel, where the silicon base had saturated her skin. Once I had finished applying the gel, I covered it with the adhesive and applied lube over it, before allowing her to turn around, once more.

As she once more lay on her back, I applied the adhesive over the gel covering her mound and orchid, before I finished off with the lubes for the mound and orchid respectively.

Since I had no need for access to her mound, I slipped her panties right up and covered her with the quilt she had in her bed. Then I walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving her to sleap, while I did prepare a gift for myself. I had already prepared the food the day before, which I had carefully explained to her.

I may be a pony who started my existence as a mere hologram, but I have needs and feelings, just like the rest of you. I hope that isn’t all that much of a challenge to accept or realise. I was made to be the way I am, just as you were born to be who you are.

Guess I like my hooves the way they are. She helped me polish them to a nicely high gloss, I don’t regret it, I have nothing against it. it is who I am now. I could do nothing about it, if I had tried. what I had in mind, is merely a slight detail, something that I imagined could help me making her happier and smile more. I guess she had grown into being more than merely a friend to me and now I wanted her to enjoy herself.

I started with covering the sole of each and every hoof with the silicon base gel, continuing until it had been fully absorbed and my hooves were all saturated, according to how I had interpreted the manual. From there, I applied the rubber grip on the surface I had just applied the gel base on and continued until the grip had become the way I had desired it to be for what I had in mind. Allowing me to tease her, without having my hooves stick to anything and everything all the time. In the end I realised it would never make my hooves stick to anything in that manner.

These items had been intended for me in the first place, even if she did not know of these last and most likely final change. Even if the hologram had never been intended for such uses, they had been created in such a way as to allow for it. Yet, these had never been intended for human flesh, I just improvised in my very own way, knowing full well it should be enjoyable on her, once she realized what I was giving her.

Maybe it is time I moved up from planning the party, to preparing for it, so that this day could be just as great as the season demanded out of me. Everything is in place, I have everything I could possibly need for what I had in mind.

I had slipped all the items from my spree away and out of site where she wouldn’t find them, which is how it should be. She need not see what I had bought for her enhanced joy. Making others happy is my job and purpose in life.

I walked into the kitchen, opened the door and picked out two small platters and a pair of bowls for salad and carried them to the table. Not that I had challenged myself, I did not notice a difference, holding on to simple everyday objects is no real problem in the first place. Carrying the forks and glasses had been just as easy. Then I had placed an assortment of stylish vegetables on the table, allowing the pastries to wait, I wanted them to feel warm as if freshly baked, so I allowed them to wait.

Since I did not want to wake Hitomi just yet, I merely walked into the living room and slipped down in the sofa, listening to the local radio. I knew which station I was looking for, so I just picked the one I had in mind. Just as expected, Octavia was playing the seasonal music on her Chello, why shouldn’t she? I knew she enjoy playing and it is after all Hearth’s Warming Eve.

I had enjoyed the moment alone, merely interrupted by my contemplation. Then I rose to my hooves and quietly moved to her room, opening the door and continued to the bed where she lay, still sleeping, apparently. How convenient. If only she knew what I had in mind, but she´s about to be the wiser of it, even if I may have to explain parts of this later.

Now I simply slipped part of the quilt out of the way, thus making it easier for me to reach, what I had in mind to get my hand on. Then I sit down beside her and placed my hand squarely on her mound, before I allowed a finger to slip into place before I started to rub her orchid gently.

Careful not to disturb anything, I merely keep teasing her orchid, waiting for her to notice, for her to be stimulated and aroused. Slowly teasing her, feeling the slippery mound under my hand and fingers, feeling how she slowly became warmer as I stimulated her. I knew she would wake up soon.

The first open reaction is a moan, drawn out into a deep sigh. Then I hear a sudden gasp as her eyes open. I merely sit as if I had nothing to do with it, watching her as she inevitably came. First once, slightly hesitantly, then again, repeatedly, without picking up on why, just laying still, then looking up as if trying to figure why she was aroused beyond expectation and experience as I just sit beside her as if waiting for her to wake up on her own.

Then I realize, just how much I enjoyed to hear her panting in her aroused state, as I keep teasing her ever further. I can push her all the way, any time I have a chance. As opposed to popular believes, I knew I did not even have to penetrate her.

There is something about feeling the slippery sensation of her mound and orchid under my hand and fingers, aside from seeing and hearing her coming. Knowing she could but enjoy the moment as I hoofed it to her in my hyper and random manner. Only now, I could keep it up until she passed out and she would still be as wet and slippery as she had been before I started teasing her. Maybe I had made her like this, but it did not change how I felt about it. If she is wet and excited because of me, why would I mind?

Sometimes it is more fun to have the one beside me this excited, than everyone smiling. She is my friend. She is my bestest of friends, not just one who happens to live in my community or passing me on the street. Not to say I don’t like them to smile and be happy too. Only this is hearth’s Warming Eve, a family holiday. I wanted to share it with the once, or one who is my family here. With that, I had given Hitomi this one gift already. I just need to see how she is reacting in order to see if I had been right.

Just as she gave me the gift to be a physical individual, I give her a gift now, only moving her closer to me, such as I am. The way she wanted me and thus allowed me to be. Maybe I could call her gift a birthday present? If she as my friend and family affected me, I am to affect her the same way. A relation goes both ways equally.

Even if I am still the same Pinkie Pie I have always been even after she made me the way I am, she will also be the same Hitomi, even after I changed her into the image of who I saw her as.

I had been there by her side as she woke up as I made her come, after I had given her my first gift of the season and stimulated and aroused her. Now I watch her coming until she peaked as I keep my hand on her mound. How long I had kept my hand on her mound and stimulate her orchid, who’s to say. then I lift my hand off of her orchid and lean forwards and kissed her, looking deep into her eyes.

I watched into her eyes, her soul as she climaxed. Listening to the one final gasp as it hit home, as she finally did have her climax.

She is obviously exhausted and for obvious reasons. Even after a good night’s sleep, sex is draining, as enjoyable as it is. I could see and feel the smile on her face, widening considerably.

“Morning!” she managed to greet me after a moment, as she was regaining her composure.

“Happy Hearth’s Warming!” I pronounced.

“Ah yeah, it is. time to get up, I need something to eat, after the joy you put me through. Sorry, I just am not quite as energetic and hyper as you are, Pinkie Pie!” she responded with a strange smile on her face.

“Yeah, it sure is time for breakfast. I have prepared it all for the both of us, Hitomi!” I pointed out with a crooked smile.

“That is exactly the Pinkie I know and love. Exactly why I chose you!” she put forth with a content smile plastered all over her face.

“Come on, already. The breakfast will only stay fresh for so long. Besides, if you wait too long, it is time for lunch, you know!” I teased as I rose to my hooves and started to move towards the door.

Then she soon managed to get on her feet and followed me out the door and into the kitchen, where I have stacked the food for our meal.

I noticed how she reacted in surprise upon seeing the amount of foods as well as my choices for what we were to feast upon.

“Dig in, I know you are as starved as I am!” I teased in a cooing tone as I glanced back at her in a prankster’s gesture.

The Episode of a Surprise Treat: 4

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.