My, My - Little Pinkie Pie

Chapters

A Shocking Revelation: 2
A Second Morning, but with Pinkie Pie: 4
Girls Playing Together: 5
Play-Time: 7
A Surprise Treat: 8
A Treat for Pinkie Pie: 10
A Treat and a Prank: 11
In My Room: 12
An All Girls’ Week-End: 13
Wriggles Out: 14
An Adventure: 15
Relaxing at Home: 16
In the Early Morning: 1
After the Scene: 3
Girls will be Girls: 6
Preparing for a Treat: 9

A Shocking Revelation: 2

After a few minutes had slipped by, the pink mare named Pinkie Pie came bouncing onto the scene. I guess I had been expecting her. Only now she stopped, before she looked out at the audience and I knew she had seen me. She was clearly looking me in the eye.

She lifts both her forehooves up and placed them up on the screen from her end. I could see her pushing, the screen visibly bulging as she pushed through. Then she widened the gap and hopped right out and onto the floor.

For a moment she made big eyes in a curious expression, before she bounced towards me. Stopping before the foot of the sofa, staring up at me, as if begging me for something, without actually vocalising the word out aloud. She wanted me to lift her up, clearly. I couldn’t quite deny her, what she wanted for me to do.

Quietly, I bent forwards, reaching down, only to slip down onto the floor, before I actually placed both my hands around her, holding on to her body in a gentle grip, with both her forelegs just over my hands. Like this, I lifted her up and placed her on the sofa, beside where I had been siting, before I reclaim my place beside her as she soon sat down on the sofa, leaning back, yet looking with even more curious eyes at the screen where her friends were moving about, doing their daily business, as if nothing had actually happened.

I had never really reacted on how she had slipped out of the film, off of the screen and down onto the floor, or trotted all the way over the floor to me. Just as I did not consider how soft she is to the touch, as firm as her body really was, when she was bouncing about in her usual hyper manner.

Should I have been reflection on every little detail? I am just a little girl who snuck out of bed early in order to see her film with pastel coloured little Ponies.

What first struck me, is how she was giggling as she watched the scene play up, where her friends trotted this way and that, just doing their everyday chores.

Maybe I should have reacted on how warm she is to the touch. She isn’t just a party Pony. I knew her as out of control and hyper, but it is clearly not all there ever was to her. Even after I had seen the episode where she had made a party for a selection of inanimate objects, mane flat and hanging limply as she served her imaginary guests. She had been talking to them, hearing their replies and seen their responses, as if they had actually been real and alive.

There had been several other scenes, where she clearly had not been in the mood for any partying.

Most of the time, she is a good and generous friend to any and all, gently caring, making every Pony laugh, sing and dance. It had been her place, her lot in life. She always went out of her way, just to make sure that one more Pony smiled happily. The smile payment enough for all the effort she put into it.

Then I noticed, she had placed her forehoof on my thigh, as if she wanted to have an instant of attention from me. She had still been looking at the screen, seeing the scene with the Ponies as they kept up, what ever they were doing, as if nothing had happened.

“Are they going to notice that I am missing?” she then whispered quietly, as if fully awear of the situation, both on the screen and here in the room, where the two of us were sitting.

A Second Morning, but with Pinkie Pie: 4

The sun reached in through my window and poked me in my eyes, thus waking me up. Then I noticed something else and I was readily wide awake. I could clearly feel the little Pony pressing her head up between my jigglies. She was apparently licking the nibble of my right jigglie.

Something told me she enjoyed licking the still small nibble, not so much that she kept at it. Maybe it was how it made me react on her being there.

She had made me aware of having jigglies and nibbles, in ways I never had dreamt of. Never had imagined I needed or wanted them for anything, until now.

It isn’t so much the size that had changed, but in how she had elicited certain feelings and sensations from within me, by nuzzling my jigglies and licking the nibble. As simple as it may sound, the changes it brought about may not be quite as simple or forgettable as one may have expected. Maybe I had made too much out of it, imagining effects that never were there and never would be there. Yet, there is a warm, fuzzy and tingling sensation as she moves her tongue over the sensitive flesh that is my nibble.

Should I have made her stop, or urge her to keep doing it. I ended up doing neither. Maybe I enjoyed it too much to make her stop, just as she knew it, which is all the urging she would ever require.

After moments of indecision, I slowly moved my hands up to where she lies before me, feeling the silk soft fur coat that covers her entire body in the same bright pink. It doesn’t feel like the fur of a dog, cat or any other pet I had ever come into contact with. I realised she is slightly warmer than I had expected, if it is my experience with other pets, or the size that fooled me, but I still love how it feels to touch her.

She isn’t a pet, just as she isn’t a human either. She is something entirely different from any reference could tell me. I have to treat her in an entirely different way. I just couldn’t quite shake the strangeness as it added all the more to the moment. She made every instant special to me. There just is no escaping it.

Nothing prevented her from nuzzle my jigglies, apparently, would it be all the same if I had happened to touch any part of her, then? She is nude, after all, just as she always was on the show. Aside from the few and very special occasions. This was no such situation.

If it had not been Pinkie Pie, the question as to how she feels about me, who I am to her had gotten up. Now I am the closest friend. It is how she wanted it. She is the bestest of friend with all, no exception. I had no intention of changing it. I like her to be my friend, so I make my best to be hers.

For a moment I just idly scratched her belly. She did not purr like a cat, but for some reason, it was obvious that she did enjoy it. I didn’t mind and I couldn’t blame her, now could I?

She is a fully grown, mature mare, so everything had to be there, if my fingers strayed in the direction. What caught me off guard, is the nibbles on her belly, even if I guess I should have known better than to be shocked, we had read about these things in the Biology class. I knew what they are and why they are there. Had she been a regular pet, like a cat, I would never have reacted on it in the first place.

I consciously chose not to allow it to bother me or getting in the way of the moment together with her. To her, this apparently was a none-issue. Just because you never see her nibbles on the screen in the show, shouldn’t mean they were not there, you never see the nibbles on a pet, unless you are looking closer and that is if your pet had short enough fur to make it possible to see them in the first place.

Once I noticed it wasn’t bothering her, I pushed the notion out of my mind altogether. Since she seems to enjoy it, I guess it should be all right. I teased the nibbles for a while, just to feel how it felt and to see how she would react. At first, she did not let on noticing, then I noticed that she did enjoy it, after all.

Girls Playing Together: 5

Apparently, Pinkie Pie had gotten me into feeling things I had not expected to feel. Now it had also stirred other interests and desires, I was never interested in before. With that, I started out, polishing my nails.

Pinkie Pie is standing on the top of my small desk. I had done countless hours of homework on it before. It is why I had been given the desk in the first place. A strange coincidence had made it out to be a light, bright pink. I guess Pinkie Pie enjoyed this detail more than I had expected her to. I had seen her express her hyper feelings towards the colour before, when I saw an early episode in which she had been.

I had the vials lined up on my desk, in a careful order, indicating what they were for and in what order they were to be applied. Simple and practical. Why making a mess out of it?

I had uncapped the bottle of clear gel, guess I could call it a Ponish, since it couldn’t really qualify as either a Lacquer or a Hardener. What amazed me, is how it is odourless and clear, while shiny.

Holding the cap with the brush in my right hand, placing the tip of the brush on the upper rim of my left thumb, slowly pulling the brush down over the nail to the tip of the short nail, the tip of the nail just barely exceeding the finger itself. I had kept my nails short, in the more girlish fashion, since longer nails had fallen outside of my range of interests and passions.

As I had pulled the soft brush along the nail, only to pull the brush up to the tip, painting the nail alternating on the right and left side, then right and left once over, before I had covered the nail completely, proud of how well I had covered only the nail without hitting the skin even once.

I slip the brush into the vial, for a short dip before continuing on each nail, merely repeating the process nail by nail. As I had coated the last nail of the left hand, I looked critically at the result, only to realise each coat had hardened just after the gel had made contact with the nail. Each nail now slightly shiny, shinier than I could recall I had ever had them. As opposed to the Hardener it isn’t, there is no sign of the nail going brittle in the process. Maybe it had been slightly more elastic, while the surface had hardened.

From there, I slip the brush down into the vial, before starting over on my right hand, only now I hold the cap in my left hand. Starting with my thumb, continuing, finger by finger. Just repeating the process as I had done with the left hand, the result looking identical to me.

For a moment, I considered painting my toe nails, but Pinkie Pie distracted me, as she had another idea.

“Your nails does look fancy, beautiful. Could you polish my hooves like that, too?” she inquired.

“Sure, that would be fun and I am sure it would look great on your hooves too!” I confessed, with a slight grin.

“Thanks a bunch!” Pinkie Pie responded, brightening up even farther than before.

“Would you lie on this box with your hooves hanging outside, since I am not sure exactly how long the polish takes to cure!” I responded, with a less than secure smile.

“Okeley dokeley!” she replied as she hopped up on the small box on the desk before me, then slipping her hooves down on the respective sides.

“Here we go!” I said as I uncapped the second vial, then carefully polished her right forhoof, from the tip of the upper rim of the hoof down, then right and left, repeatedly until I had covered the front of her hoof, only to start over from the centre, at the back of the hoof, then right and left, right and left until I had covered the sole of the hoof too.

From there I continued to the next, the left front hoof, merely repeating the process. Now I merely turned the box around in order for her back to turn towards me, before I started over with the right hind hoof, finishing with the left one. As the gel slowly was absorbed by her hooves, making them considerably softer and more elastic, I turned the box around, making her facing me once more.

“It’s a base coat that should go very well with your hooves!” I explained, before I capped the vial and uncapped the one I had been using for my own nails.

From there I started over, right and left forehoof, repeating the process. Then turning the box around, only to repeat the process on her hind hooves, right and left.

“Shiny!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed.

“Yeah, your hooves sure are shiny. I think it looks good on you!” I responded.

While Pinkie Pie was busy examining and admiring her hooves, I turned to my toenails and repeated the process as I coated them with the hardening gel.

From there, the step was too short, not to doubling over, applying the soft and elastic gel to the soles of my feet, before I did the same with the palms of my hands, not quite sure exactly what the result would be.

“You polished your other nails too, Looks good. I guess you had to complete the work on yourself too?” she mused in a silly tone of voice.

“Yeah, I had to complete the process on myself too. I guess it was too much fun to leave it half done!” I confided.

Play-Time: 7

“I really needed that. Can’t go an entire day without breakfast!” I pointed out, bouncing up the stairs, the strange noises still following with each bounce.

“I guess I need you to remind me of it. I could go on for hours, just playing with you, or what ever I had before me without a single thought of eating!” she responded.

“Even if your folks wouldn’t consider what I eat a proper meal, I couldn’t go for all that long without it. Maybe I should help you prepare our lunch, in a few hours or so?” I proposed.

“If you put it like that, I have to accept your offer. If for no other reason, then to see what you would make, or how you would prepare it. Even if I guess it would be a site to see how they would react on, what you were preparing for our lunch?” Hitomi put forth.

“Anything for a smile, silly Hitomi. You did know that, didn’t you? Besides, now is time for fun and play!”I pointed out.

“I like smiling and with you around, Pinkie, I always have something to smile about. Guess you just have that effect on me, or is that more universal?” she pointed out.

“I like to see it as personal for each and every friend. Although I guess I make it a point in making every Pony or individual into my friend. Why make differences between others, unless they make the differences by choice?” I suggested, as I slowly and tentatively placed a hoof on the wall and simply walked right up as if it had been the floor under my hooves?

“You sure are one clever little Pony, Pinkie Pie. Even if your size is more of a coincidence on my end, if you don’t mind me saying so? You picked up on what I had intended all along. Happy to see it did work as intended!” she put forth.

“I have done this before. Both when I was trying to make the Cake Twins sleep and when I was going up to the second floor at Flutter Shy’s cottage. I did notice an effect that suggested this may work, which it did. It still is a curious feeling to it, aside from the sounds I have with each step!” I pointed out, explaining how I had managed to come to the conclusion.

“Oh yeah, I think I do recall these events. ‘Fillie Vanillie’ was plenty of fun and I did love the song that came with it.

“We all enjoyed hearing Flutters sing too, even if most was thinking it was Mac singing on the stage. Even if her cover was blown at the last performance. She pulled the curtain on her own, even if she made it look as if it had been an accident. I doubt the explanation, though!” I pondered, slowly moving forwards up the wall.

“The scene where you walked up her wall sure was hilarious, only now you make ne want to walk up the wall with you, even if I don’t think I could!” she responded.

“Even if you can’t walk up to me, you could at least explore what you can do. You did apply the same gels to your hooves as you applied to mine, didn’t you?” I teased her.

“Yeah, of course I did. I wanted to experience the sam as you, even if my hooves are not exactly as yours, Pinkie. I guess I should have some of your effects on my hooves as well. Thanks, I guess I did need you to remind me of it!” she pondered in a more thoughtful voice, as if considering the ramifications the effects on her person, while she pronounced the words.

“Maybe our hooves are not as different as they seem to be if you merely go by the outward appearance of the two of us? If you had larger hooves, maybe you could have been trotting right up here with me?” I teased her in the hopes she would at least try to get a step closer, I did not like her to sit on the floor below me and mope, just because she is another type of Pony.

“Now you are making me feel I want to be a Pony just like you, which we both know I am not. Maybe I could be just a little bit more like you? I just need to make sure we are not interrupted first, either way!” she pointed out, as she walked to the door and locked it, before she got to put a disk in and play some new tune, before she pulled both her top and skirt of.

“Now, if you get over to this wall away from the others and make your first tentative stomp?” I suggested playfully, before I knew what the effects would be, when she finally did get off to doing it.

“Just a moment!” she responded as she walked up to the intended wall.

Once at the wall, she tentatively slaps the wall with the palms of both her hands. I could clearly hear a curious squeak as her hands hit the wall, they tried to hold on, but her hands soon fell off before she even tried to pull at them.

“Just a little bit harder?” I encouraged.

“Sure, but it felt kind of funny when I hit the wall and I made a strange noise too!” she responded, before she hit the wall considerably harder this time.

Only this time, her hands did not just fall off of the wall, while the squeaking noise was more pronounced, without being overly loud.

“Maybe there is a chance?” I continued.

“I clearly do feel an effect, if I just hit a bit harder!” she responded as she pulled her hands off of the wall without any real effort.

“Remind me to apply a second coat tomorrow!” she thought to herself as she hit the wall one more, only considerably harder still, making this a delicious squeak as her hands hit the wall.

Only this time, they were trying to make a bounce out of the energy put in, but never made it. She made a tentative tug at her hands, but they clearly did stick to the wall this time. It wasn’t enough to hold her, but just enough to make for an interesting effect.

“You seems to be pretty close, even if you are not quite there!” I pondered as I moved over to face her, only to find my head just inches from her jigglies.

“I think you are right, Pinkie. This was more fun than I had expected..” she responded, only to be cut short as she realised what I was doing.

I had moved over to her, pressing my muzzle up to her right nibble. I had been licking it for a moment as she stumbled on the last word before she stopped. Then I managed to part my lips enough to see the entire nibble between my lips, thus teasing her even further. This clearly distracted her from anything she had been about to do, or say.

A Surprise Treat: 8

Author's Note

Mum's POV

A Surprise Treat: 8

I had heard noises from the kitchen for a good while. Just had no idea what was going on. Once I finally did go out to see what was going on, I stop short, finding a large pile of pastries on the dinner table.

Plates in front of every seat, aside from the one dead centre of the table, and one more on the corner, where no chair or seat used to be. There still is no seat on the corner, although there is a Muffin on the plate already.

Maybe the greatest shock yet, is not just that there are pastries piled up on the plate, but who apparently had been baking them, for all the while I had heard these strange and unexpected noises.

If I had expected to see my daughter, but the little pink pony standing on the table beside the extra plate. I certainly never had seen anything the likes, thus was never prepared for the sight.

“Hitomi, what in the world of shadows possessed you into baking?”I inquired, before I had managed to gather the scene entirely.

“Figured we could prepare the meal on our own, for once. They did look so delicious, I couldn’t resist!” she responded.

“We? Who helped you bake all these Muffins?” I continued, now more baffled then in shock.

“I did!” Pinkie Pie, the diminutive pink mare spoke up in response before I had managed to respond.

“Who said that? Who is with you, Hitomi?” I demanded, in a more curious than actually angry tone of voice, maybe more surprised then in shock.

“I am Pinkie Pie, the hyper, out of control Party Pony. I came to visit your daughter Hitomi the other day. I have been with her ever since. I just wanted her to smile and be happy!” the mare responded, in what would pass for a bemused giggle of a statement of facts that she thought should have been known.

“Pinkie Pie? Who and what are you? I have never heard of or seen you before. I can’t even place your voice!” I pointed out.

“Yes, Pinkie Pie, that is me. I am Pinkie Pie. I am a Pony, a mare. if you look closer I am also pink with a curly main and tail. That isn’t entirely true, you have heard of me and seen me on the film of your daughter Hitomi. You just never realised I could enter your home, did you? I guess it is one of my more obscure qualities or talents. It is referred to as Fourth Wall Breakage, which means I can see and break into the reality of yours. It enables me to spread more smiles and laughter, which is what it is all about!” the pink mare by the name of Pinkie Pie explained.

After following the trail of the voice, I soon managed to see her. She was standing on all four little hooves, but twitching her tail and moving her mane in a strangely amusing way. Maybe I knew Ponies could move their tails, but they never move their manes, and by no means in a fashion anywhere like the way she did.

“Pinkie Pie? Nice to meet you. I never spoke to a pink Pony before!” I pronounced.

“I know. You all say that. There is a first for everything, just as Twilight told me. I am sure you have been told that too, numerous times. Either way, have a Muffin? They are delicious!” Pinkie giggled in response.

“Oh well, I guess I could try one? Twilight? Who is Twilight? Muffins for Dinner? I guess that is a first, though?” I pondered thoughtfully, looking at the assortment of pastries, before I picked one of the small once on one of the plates.

“You are sure to enjoy that one. Princess Twilight Sparkle is a friend of mine. On the other hoof, every Pony is a friend of mine. Muffins are yummy, good for eating. Just a matter of what you put into it, when and for what you have it!” Pinkie Pie pointed out.

“Worth a try. You sure do look like the festive one, I guess every Pony love to be around you? What ever did you put into this one, Persilia, a hint of cinnamon and is that shrimp?” I responded with a surprised grin on my face as I bit into the Muffin I had picked up from the plate before me.

“Sounds as if you found an appetizer Muffin, right there. These are intended to start off the dinner on a light, but appetizing note. Followed by the main course and concluding the meal with a sweet dessert. I had to make a few small improvisations, on the note of your preferences and dietary needs!” Pinkie responded.

A Treat for Pinkie Pie: 10

Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

A Treat for Pinkie Pie: 10

“Uh, what is that?” I enquired as I got back into the room.

“That? It is my latest attempt at a comforting pad for you to rest upon, while I help you with the hooficure, since you complained about how my previous attempt was such a failure!” Hitomi responded.

“Yeah, sorry, but it wasn’t comfortable at all!” I pointed out, placing my right fore hoof on the new pad she had so recently put so much effort into crafting for me.

“How does this feel?” she enquired with a curious voice, incapable to hide the investment and emotions behind the question.

“Different, and a decided improvement. I would give you that. I just have to try it, in order to see how it feels to lie on it!” I pondered.

“How about making the final test in order to see if it works as intended?” she suggested hopefully.

“The surface feels good and it seems to be elastic enough. I just need to climb up, in order to get the right feel for it. Unless you could help me up?” I suggested.

“If you don’t mind, I would love to help you up!” she pointed out, lifting me up, placing me squarely on the top of the pad she had devised so cleverly, placing me on the top of her desk, by the side of the hooficure supplies, for all I could see.

“It feels as if I was levitated by Rarity. So soft and elastic, almost like air. Maybe you could give me a new hooficure, while I am up here?” I eagerly expressed.

“If you want me to give you a hooficure, it would be my honour and pleasure!” she responded as she sat down behind her desk.

“I am sure the pleasure will be on my side, but I guess we could split the honour two ways?” I teased her, in a giggling voice.

“Sure, why not!” she suggested, with the brush in hand, slowly applying the gel to my right fore hoof, from the top, middle, then right and left in her interlaced pattern.

“This isn’t how the gel felt before, not that I am about to complain!” I pointed out.

“I guess it is the effect of the first hooficure. It is the same brush and gel as before, so it has to be in your hoof!” she responded as she continued polishing the hoof, the continued with the other hoof, before going over the right and left hind hooves, after she had turned the pad to make my respective hooves face her conveniently.

What I had not realised, is how the gel made my hooves elastic all over again, only more so than the previous time around since they already had been treated with the gel once.

As she had finished polishing the fourth hoof, she had turned me back into the original position in order for me to face her, once more. Now she swapped gel, before she started to brush the tip of my right fore hoof. Just like the previous time, she only polish the top of the hoof, from the top center, downwards, right and left in the interlaced pattern. She had polished under my hooves with the elastic gel now, just like before too.

“This is fun!” I exclaimed as she finished the left hind hoof.

“Does it still feel good to rest on top of your pad? I made it for you, after all!” she enquired.

“Yeah, I could have stayed here for hours, but then I would have been stuck in place!” I responded.

“Ah yeah, which is no fun!” she responded, as she started to polish her nails, one by one, starting with her right thumb nail, continuing, nail by nail, bending over in order to do her toe nails as well.

Once she finished polishing her nails, she went over the palms of her hands and feet all over, just as she had done the first time.

“Once you are done, could you help me off of the pad, I want to get down onto my hooves. Not that it is not comfortable, I just like to bounce around to see how it feels!” I exclaimed.

“Of course. I couldn’t forget you, or leave you where you are. What fun would that be?” she responded.

The gel on my hooves soon cured, then the same could be said for her. Then she slowly picked me down from the pad on which I had been resting, while the polish cured.

“Thanks. Feels good to finally be off of the pad, free to move on my own, even if it felt good and the polish needed to cure before I could trot around!” I put forth.

“I know. Hope the polish feels right on your hooves, now!” she responded.

“Sure, no complaints from my end. Just feel a bit funny, with the squeaky noises from my hooves, sticking even more to the floor I walk on. Maybe it is your turn to make a new test?” I suggested.

“Sure, why not? It couldn’t hurt. Maybe I get an effect this time, since the effect clearly is stronger for you the second time around!” she responded, slapping the surface on the top of her desk, tentatively.

“Squeak!” came the sound as the palms of my hands hit the desk, only they were not aimlessly slipping away, the way they had done the other day.

“This sounds promising!” I put forth, as I hear the squeaking sound from her hands hitting the top of the desk.

“Promising?” she enquired in a subdued tone with a slight smile painted on her lips as she responded.

“Just a bit more effort and you just may get somewhere!” I pointed out in response.

“Aside from the squeak, I did actually feel something this time!” she responded.

“I guess we couldn’t mistake the squeak, right. Now it is starting to be fun!” I pointed out.

“Here goes nothing, then!” she announced, just as she slapped the palms of her hands to the surface of the desk, only considerably harder then the initial, tentative attempt, mere minutes before.

“Squeak!” came the sound as the palms of her hands actually did hit the desk, once more.

“Pull up your right hand and see how it feels?” I suggested with a tentative smile spreading over my face, hoping she had actually managed, what she set out to do.

“Woah, I feel my hand clinging to my desk!” she pondered as she slowly started to pull her right hand right up, off of the desk.

“I can clearly see the effect as the skin of your hand is stretching as you keep pulling up!” I responded as she kept pulling harder.

This is exciting and scary at the same time!” she pointed out, just before her hand let go of the desk.

“From the looks of it, I think it does work for you too. This is truly promising!” I put forth.

“I think I may need to be careful. I don’t want others to see it, even if it wouldn’t exactly get me stuck!” she responded.

“That would be embarrassing, if you got stuck, but I guess it would be less than convenient, if any Pony else saw it!” I responded, giggling at the thought.

A Treat and a Prank: 11

Author's Note

Hitomi's POV

A Treat and a Prank: 11

“I like how shiny your nails are!” Riku admitted.

“Me too!” Risa filled in.

“You do? Thanks, I think!” I responded, giggling under my breath, smiling slyly to myself.

“Yes, we do!” my little twin sisters responded in chorus.

“Then, maybe I could treat the two of you to a personal Manicure?” I suggested.

“You would? That would be awesome!” Riku pointed out.

“If my nails could be as shiny as yours, it would positively rule!” Risa filled in, where her sister left off.

“This has to be a secret. None can know of it. If either of you breath as much as a word, you will be in trouble!” I threatened the two of them.

“Pinkie Promise!” they responded, acting the scene from when Pinkie Pie demonstrated it the first time.

“I guess I have to be satisfied with that. You do know the consequenses of breaking the promise?” I demanded.

“Yes!” they responded, nodding vigorously.

“Then, follow me in, into my room!” I promised, as I lead them up the flight of stairs and into my room, only to close the door behind us, before I sit down on my chair.

“Pinkie Pie?” Risa exclaimed in confusion, as she found the pink mare standing on my desk.

“You live with my elder sister Hitomi?” Riku continued in their twin mannerism.

“Yes, that is me. I chose to come over and spread some laughter and make her smile. I sure have enjoyed my time here, this far!” Pinkie Pie responded.

“Riku, I guess we start with you, if you don’t mind?” I put forth.

“No, not at all!” she responded as she sat down in my chair with her hands on my desk.

“Since it is a manicure, palms up!” Pinkie Pie enlightened my younger sister.

“Uh, okey!” she responded in a more sheepish voice.

“I thought manicure was painting your nails?” Risa enquired.

“That is a part of the expression, you will have your nails polished to a nice high gloss too. You’ll see, Riku!” Pinkie elaborated.

“That would make sense, I guess!” Riku responded with a slight nod.

“Let us get this show on the road, shall we? Since my friend and assistant Pinkie Pie the hyper party Pony suggested we were to start with your palms, I guess we do?” I pronounced, acknowledging her suggestion.

“Please!” Riku responded, nodding vigorously with a smile spreading out over her face.

“Here we go!” I pointed out, uncapping the vial, brushing the clear gel out over the palm of her right hand, starting with the border, working my way inwards until I had covered the entire palm of her right hand, continuing with the palm of her left hand.

“If you go to the bed, while Hitomi start on Risa, while the treat cures!” Pinkie Pie instructed Riku.

“Oh, okey!” Riku nodded, as Risa soon took her place.

“Palms up!” I instructed her, before I repeated the process on my second sister.

“You will see when it has cured!” Pinkie clarified, while Riku sat in my bed, waiting for her turn to continue the treat.

“The skin is shiny, but feels uncharacteristically soft and elastic!” she responded, in a more curious voice.

“Yeah, I know!” I confirmed as I finished the first step I had prepared for my sisters Riku and Risa.

“Is this something like a hand cream, then? Although it kind of feels strange!” Riku continued.

“This is funny, but I like it!” Risa expressed, as she went back to the bed, replacing her sister Riku.

“Place your palms gently on the desk, spreading your fingers wide!” I instructed her as I uncapped the polish, after I had capped the elastic gel.

“Like this?” Riku prompted, her hands barely touching the desk as she spread her fingers as wide as she could, without undue effort on her part.

“Perfect!” Pinkie Pie pointed out.

“Just hold still, while I polish your nails?” I instructed her, before I started to apply the polish to the right thumb nail, from the centre, then the right and left, pulling the brush down to the tip of the nail each time.

Once I had covered the first nail completely with an even layer, I continued, nail by nail and completed the process on the left hand.

“How does this look? Would you like me to polish your toe nails too?” I suggested.

“Looks great. If you really want to, I would love it!” she responded.

“Ok, then I’ll do it!” I responded, turning the chair around, before I pulled her socks off.

Only before I begun, I polished her nails. Then I applied the gel to her nails, toe by toe in the same order and manner I had used as I polished the nails of her fingers.

“Looks great!” Riku pointed out on her way back to the bed.

“My turn. Would you paint my toe nails too?” Risa put forth, before I had the time to ask her, slipping her socks off, leaving them by my bed without a second thought.

“Have a seat. Place your hands gently on the desk and spread your fingers!” I instructed her too.

“Sure!” she exclaimed in a more excited voice, a smile spreading on her face.

“I promised you, so if I gave her, you will have it too!” I reasoned as I polished her nails one at the time, from the thumb of the right hand, then continued with her left hand.

Once I was done with her hands, I turned the chair around, filed her nails before I applied the gel on her toe nails too. Appparently, her nails had become nicely shiny, just as intended, which I knew is exactly the way she wanted it.

She went back to the bed, only for Riku to take her place in the chair behind my desk. Her nails still just as shiny as before. What she did not know, is the long term effect the gel would have on her nails, or the palms of her hands.

“Palms up!” I reminded her.

“Sure!” she responded and followed my instruction, looking curiously as I repeated the process all over again on her palms.

Just as before, I started with following the rim of the right hand, then inwards. Continuing with the left hand, leaving her once more with shiny palms.

“This is more fun than I had expected!” she responded as she once more went back to my bed and her sister taking her place.

“I love their enthusiasm!” Pinkie Pie bubbled over.

“Yeah, me too!” I responded.

My sisters had left my room, just as I applied the third layer of gel on the palms of their hands. Their eyes had been glittering with just, almost as shiny as their nails at the time. If only I had explained the effect this would leave them with? Yet, the final effect, even I am currently oblivious of. If Pinkie Pie knew, she wisely kept her silence.

In My Room: 12

Author's Note

Riku's POV

In My Room: 12

I had enjoyed the treat my sister Hitomi had given me. The fact that she had extended the treat to my sister, while Pinkie Pie was watching did nothing to lessen the joy of the treat. She had still given me all she had promised, more than I had expected too. How could I complain?

“Sis, would you mind coming with me into my room?” I had asked her, just after we had left the room of my elder sister Hitomi’s.

“Just the two of us, in your room?” she had responded, nodding vigorously, following me into the room, closing the door behind us.

“Yeah, just the two of us little sisters. We share things, in ways they don’t quite grasp. It isn’t so much the physical similarities and possessions, but the innermost importance!” I proposed.

“I did enjoy sharing the manicure with you, though. I guess it lends something to the moment!” she put forth.

“I don’t mind sharing. At least, not so long as it doesn’t take anything from what I have. Having you by my side, when she treated us to the manicure enhanced the experience since I did not get less, because you were with me!” I explained.

“I could wait, while they treated her since I had to wait for the gel to cure, as she put it. What ever she meant by that?” she pondered, holding a hand before her, examining her nails.

“Your nails are crystal clear and glister nicely, just as mine. She even bothered with your toe nails, as if anyone will ever see them before your nails has grown so much you are cutting it off? Yet, it sure was fun!” I pondered in an amused tone.

“Well, you see them, I guess that is good enough for me. Just ponder how long the effect will last. Would the polish fall off before I cut my nails, or do I have to cut it off, before it is gone?” she continued.

“Wait, does my nails look different, or longer than earlier today?” I pondered.

“Now as you mentioned, yeah, they do look slightly longer than I imagined they were before we entered her room, but so do mine!” she replied.

“I love how they look now. She certainly did do a good job, there. Just so long as they don’t grow much longer. I think I would love them to stay as they are now!” I pointed out.

“Crystal clear. Seems they cover the tip of my fingers from just below the joint, to the outer edges. They even flex and bed, rather than breaking, as hard and shiny as they are!” she responded with a giggle.

“Yet, why was she so firm on barely touching her desk, after the manicure?” I put forth in a challenging tone, yet incapable of responding with a giggle in amusement.

“Maybe you should have asked her, before we left her room? Yet, it is curious. The skin does feel very soft and elastic in a curious manner I had not quite expected!” she responded.

“If cured is what she actually did mean to say, it has to be cured by now. The skin of the palms of my hands no longer is the slightest shiny, now!” I pondered.

“Smooth and elastic, like rubber?” she proposed, slapping her right hand to the wall, even if just slightly.

“Squeak!” the noise from her hand hitting the wall sounded like.

“Well, that was a strange and unexpected noise? It feels strange!” I put forth.

“What do you mean? Aside from the clearly rubbery noise your hand made as you slapped your desk, that is?” she responded.

“On second thought, I guess the noise was the most reasonable one. Though my hand kind of clings to the surface of the desk!” I offered with a nervous giggle.

“That is funny. Although I guess you could have some fun with that!” she giggled in a tease.

“I didn’t realise how much fun this could be. It is just up to exactly how strong this grip is and how much control I will have over it. Just hope I did not get stuck in an embarrassing situation!” I pondered as I slowly pulled my hand up and applied increasing effort into it.

“This does look fun. I will just wait until you pull free before I try. As fun as it looks, it would be very embarrassing if Mum or Dad found us stuck together like this? If I had to choose someone to find us, it is Hitomi!” she pondered.

“I had no idea my hand could hold on quite this insistently, it is as if it refuses to let go!” I responded, just before my hand finally pulled free with a new squeak.

An All Girls’ Week-End: 13

Author's Note

Risa's POV

An All Girls’ Week-End: 13

Apparently, we have this weekend to ourselves. They trust our elder sister Hitomi to take care of us, while they are out. I guess I like the change of pace. For now, I want them to keep trusting her with this, so I am going to do my best to make sure not to ruin it for us.

Just after breakfast, Hitomi had offered us a new treat. As expected, it is a new session of manicure. I guess I wasn’t overly surprised, but eagerly agreed to accept her offer. My sister Riku had agreed as well, which would have been a shock, had she not.

Just like the first time, I feel the nervous excitement. She had set off, applying the gel to Riku’s palms first, then she had pulled something out of her hat and applied another gel to the tips of her fingers, from just after the joint to the nail, only to follow up with polishing her nails. From there, she had reversed the process and repeated it twice.

For each step of the way, she had given me exactly the same, just like the previous time, for her to wait while the gel cured, as she explained it.

To my surprise, she had given us a full pedicure as well, while she was at it. The same gels as she just used for the manicure, but why would she need different gels?

Pinkie Pie, the diminutive pink mare had been sitting on a pad Hitomi had created for her, while Hitomi treated us. She had allowed us to stay as she gives Pinkie Pie a full hooficure and herself a manicure and pedicure as well. I did not mind, I guess it was fun.

“Thank you, very much for the delicious treat!” Riku and I had chorused as we left her room, just after we had seen her completing Pinkie Pie’s hooficure.

“If that was intended as a bribe, I certainly wouldn’t refuse!” Riku had explained as she had closed the door behind us.

“I will have to admit, she did impress me with her generosity. The care she put into the treat she just gave us. I wouldn’t say a word, but I will enjoy her little gift!” I responded as I opened the door to my room.

“She apparently had learned how to give a treat. It is commendable. Maybe we should explore it in your room, quietly?” she put forth.

“She certainly did. Now is the time, we’re alone with her. No risk anyone else would find out, if something went wrong. Unless she fails to keep it a secrtet, that is. I doubt she would!” I responded.

“At this point, she would keep it secret!” she promised, holding up her right hand, carefully examining it.

“She would!” I filled in, casting a glance at my own hand, only to notice a detail that would be a bit hard to hide for very long, what ever the useful significance could possibly be.

“Is that what I think it looks like?” she responded, as she realised what I had been reacting towards.

“If it is what I was looking at, it would appear we have been gifted with finger pads. I hope they are what they promise!” I pointed out with a slight smile.

“With a hint of pink, they sure do stand out enough to be pads. Maybe the question is if they are more sensitive or gives a better grip than my fingertips would have before?” she pondered, slowly pulling her hand over the surface of the desk, with a smile slowly spreading over her face.

“Unless she planned to use it against us, we can trust her. She probably had a good idea as to what she gave us. I like it, this far. Even if it was merely intended as a nice gesture or bribe?” I pondered, slapping my right hand on the wall, only to be rewarded with the squeaking noise, just considerably more discreet than the other day, realising my hand did stick firmly to the wall.

“Sensitivity is A - Okey!” she pronounced as she looked at my hand.

“Great, because this looks like only too much fun. Sucktion is holding nicely, here. I just need to make a small test, before I know for sure!” I pronounced.

“Then I will be right under you, in case you fall, or need help to get down?” she responded with a grin all over her face.

“Thanks!” I put forth, before I slipped up to the wall, slapping my free hand to the wall over my head.

“If you are the new Spider girl, so am I, right?” she responded, stepping up close behind me.

“Wait, that sounds about right. If I can climb up the wall, so could you!” I admitted with a nervous giggle as I pulled my right hand free, slowly pulling the right hand downwards and placing the left hand as far above as I dared, only to realise, the grip did hold.

“Spectacular, I did not quite dare to hope you would make it, but I can’t doubt my eyes!” she exclaimed, just a bit louder than she had intended.

“If you help me, pulling my socks off?” I suggested.

“Sure, why not. I guess that would make it easier to climb?” she responded, before she pulled the socks off of my feet, right and left, one at the time.

“If it doesn’t complicate it for me, I should be able to climb much easier now!” I responded as I slowly placed my right and left foot on the wall, before I moved my right hand up above the left.

“Wow, now you are no longer supported by the floor. If only I knew a place where we could take full advantage of this!” she exclaimed, just a bit louder than intended in excitement.

“This is fun, maybe we should try it for real in a serious attempt?” I responded as I climbed further.

“I can see that. Question is where to ask and how to explain why we wanted it in the first place!” she responded in a more subdued tone than before, allowing me to hear the last few footsteps before a knocking on my door.

“Enter!” I responded, knowing it was my elder sister Hitomi, both by her voice and the fact that she is the only one at home right now.

“Hi, girls. Goods thing we are alone, right now. Couldn’t help but overhear you!” she pointed out, as she noticed what we were up to.

“Hi, Sis. Sorry, I got a bit excited. You could as well close the door behind you and join in the fun. Then you may help out with a small detail!” Riku pointed out.

“Hi, Sis. I kind of got caught in the high web here. Somehow I have the impression that it didn’t surprise you all that much?” I responded.

“I knew we had the entire weekend alone together, I just realised it was the best time to give my two sisters a little treat. Seems you have seen a few episodes of Spider-Girl too many? If it is related to the manicure and pedicure, I could try?” Hitomi put forth.

“Then you did know exactly what you gave us, after all!” I suggested.

“Yeah, I certainly knew what it was I did to you!” Hitomi responded.

“No wonder you were not shocked by the sight of your Sis on the wall, then? Which leads us to the first question on my mind, you see, it looks like so much fun, we need a better wall to climb!” Riku explained to the point, with a sly smile.

“Of course I knew, even if I never expected the effects quite this fun. I will try to dig up a nice wall for the two of you. Even if you will have to stay indoors all winter. Wait, my school has a fairly nice gymnasium, maybe I could sneak you in there?” Hitomi pondered.

Wriggles Out: 14

Author's Note

Hitomi's POV

Wriggles Out: 14

As I woke up, I noticed Pinkie Pie still in my bed, not that it was unexpected. Where would she go off to, during the night, of all times? The funny thing isn’t that she still is in my bed, but how I came to realise it. Apparently she has her very own ideas about how to be the perfect tease.

She had been licking my nibbles for a while, since they are both wet. If she just liked the taste, or teasing me into waking up, but she had done it. Then it occurred to me, they are apparently excited from her attention.

I had treated both her and my two sisters to some more fun. Hooficure in Pinkie Pie’s perspective, and manicure and pedicure for us girls and sisters. I had enjoyed the activity, even if I suspect they had enjoyed it just as much. Maybe it is the attention, or the effects the gel has on them.

“How about we go down to the kitchen and grab a bite for breakfast?” I suggested.

“That is what I was trying to tell you, without actually saying it. I think you will be quite the treat, when you grow up into a mare!” she pointed out.

“I’d have to admit, I love how it felt, when you did that. If you would prepare our breakfast, I’ll be with you momentarily!” I responded.

“You’ll need a steady breakfast, we have a few things to do, today!” she proclaimed, just as she bounced out of my room and down the stairs.

I picked a pair of panties and a top from my wardrobe, stepped into the panties and pulled the top over my head, before I picked a skirt, which I promptly stepped into, before I walked out of my room and followed her down to the kitchen, only to find a pile of Muffins on the table.

I had chosen not to slip into any socks, I wanted to feel the floor under my bare feet since it is warm enough in our home, as opposed to outdoors in winter.

Once I got down, not only do I find Pinkie Pie with a huge pile of Muffins, but two sisters waiting for me, both enjoying the first pastries of the day, yet eagerly awaiting me, from what I could see.

“Morning!” Riku and Risa greeted me in chorus.

“Morn’ morn’!” I responded as I sat down.

“You sure are in a high spirt today?” Riku responded.

“I wouldn’t complain, not with a pink mare making my breakfast!” I put forth.

“Something just told me, she did a world more than just make your breakfast, right?” Risa teased with a hint of a giggle.

“Well, she is Pinkie Pie, you know!” I retorted, in jest.

“Who else would I possibly be?” Pinkie Pie responded with a silly frown on her face.

“Let’s see, how about Queen Meanie? Naeh, I hope I am wrong on that idea!” Risa put forth.

“Queen Meanie? That is what I called Luna Lulamoon, when she was Nightmare Moon, the first time I actually did meet her, on Summer Solstice!” Pinkie Pie explained.

“We did see the episode. As a matter of fact, we have the disc. On the other hoof, we have every disc they released. From the first episode, the Pilot of the very first season, to the final of the latest season to be aired. We even own the films!” Riku pointed out, with some pride to her voice.

“I will have a look at them, at some point, later, I guess!” Pinkie Pie pointed out.

“I loved you from the first episode, Pinkie. It is such a great honour to have you here, visit me, us. Even if I guess I can’t really tell anyone, or Pony about it, ever?” Risa pondered.

“From your perspective, it is. No, you can’t let on I have ever been here, or that you have seen me in the flesh. It is a decree from Princess Celestia herself. That is how important I am to her and Equestria!” Pinkie pointed out.

“Woah, I didn’t know that. I guess it makes sense, looking back at it. That would explain why it is such a big thing, when Twilight Sparkle ascended and was crowned a Princess. Poor Twilight Sparkle, her home was destroyed so recently!” I responded.

“Oh yeah, she certainly was. And what a spectacle it was, even if most of it was a fairly private occasion, aside from the actual ceremony that is, since it made her into a public Pony. Oh well, she will get over it, even if she isn’t as comfortable about being a public Pony as I am!” Pinkie pointed out.

“When you put it like that, I really am not in a hurry to grow up, I like my privacy too much. Speaking of which, I really do love your Muffins, and having them for dinner is a very special treat, even if they are just as good for breakfast, lunch and supper, aside from any other time of the day!” Riku declared.

“If growing up means we can’t enjoy you and your adventures, I will never grow up, even if I have to be cared for, until the end of time and see friends pass away!” Risa continued unreasonably self assured.

“I wouldn’t know, but I think we have an adventure to tend to, if you would follow me after breakfast, girls?” I pointed out.

An Adventure: 15

Author's Note

Risa's POV

An Adventure: 15

Once we had managed to get to her school, we had found our way to the gymnasium she had promised us. Just as she had said, it is great for what we had in mind. The walls go much farther than they do in my room.

Just to be on the safe side, I keep my top and skirt on, panties under, while I do not wear any socks or shoes. I need no clothes on either hands or feet. If it had been required for my modesty, the venture would have been moot and pointless to me. As it is, I guess we can enjoy this as it was intended.

My sister Hitomi’s new friend, the pink mare Pinkie Pie had come with us, I guess it couldn’t hurt, but Hitomi refused to leave her behind at our home, not that I could blame her.

I had slipped out of my shoes and socks in the changing room, it is after all what it had been intended for. I had left the clothes there, but apparently Hitomi had slipped the clothes into a small plastic back and into her back pack. Naturally, she had picked up my sister Riku’s clothes in an identical bag, only marked in order for her to know which bag belong to which of her two twins, which feels reasonable to me, not that it would really matter, we are identical twins and most of the time, we do wear identical clothes.

We do have separate wardrobes, with the individual choices to the right, for the occasions when we feel the need or desires to let on who is who. There is the added joy in letting them think they know who it is they have before them, when in fact they are wrong. If I wear my sister’s clothes, they think they know I am her.

After I had slipped out of the clothes, I walked out of the room and into the large gymnasium. From there I moved up to the nearest wall, with my sister Riku behind, just a few steps.

I could hear the curious squeaks from Pinkie Pie as she bounced after us, just as I hear the squeaking noises from my own and my sisters feet on the floor as we walked.

What is curious, is how different the floor feels under my feet now, than it had the previous occasions I had been here. It isn’t just the way my feet tend to stick to the floor, but also the paddings Hitomi’s treats had created, almost like the pads on the paws of a pet, like a cat or dog. Maybe this added some extra hilarity to my situation.

Knowing Hitmi was watching us wasn’t any real problem. She had already seen us on my wall before, as if it wasn’t she who had set it up in the first place. Not as if I was complaining, or blaming her for it. I am enjoying it.

Once I had reached the wall, I placed my bare hands on, right and left, before I placed my toes up and started to move upwards, crawling up, step by step, slowly.

I didn’t really need to push all that hard, it was apparent that I could get the grip required on volition. Since my sister had the same treat, this does apply to her equally, which only made it all the more fun and put a finger squarely on just how much alike we are.

Riku had followed me up, just a few yards to my right. No point in stepping on one another’s toes, the wall has more than enough room for the both of us, and then a whole class of girls just like us.

For a long while, Hitomi stayed on the floor, merely cheering us as we climb further and further up. Just as I knew Pinkie Pie enjoyed following us up too. I just have to be careful, not assuming I am on the floor. Falling down from up here would be pretty painful, even if it did not kill me right off.

At first I had made due with just moving straight up, with my head on top, but soon chose to start moving sideways and turning to the left, just for the fun of it, knowing I wouldn’t fall. The only problem is that it takes me a while to get used to feeling the pull from the side instead from under me, where it usually is.

Once we had gotten used to it, moving around was pretty fun, to the point of being funny, looking up, down or sideways as we moved forwards. Just never really realised, just how far up the wall I got, or how long we had been here. Then I hear Hitomi from the floor, making funny gestures and pointing to her wrist.

“I think she wants us to come down!” Pinkie Pie stated.

“Oh, I guess that makes sense, now as you mentioned it. I am starting to feel a bit tired!” I responded.

“Maybe a shower could be an idea?” Riku pondered.

“If we have towels, sure, why not?” I responded.

“As a matter of fact, I did incidentally bring towels with me. I have them in my back pack!” Hitomi informed us.

“Good, I think we may need a shower, right about now!” I confessed.

“Me too!” Riku echoed, as we walked to the showers.

“Just be careful on the wet floor!” Hitomi exclaimed as we hit the shower.

“I know, wet tiles are supposed to be slippery!” I responded with a giggle on my voice.

“Exactly!” she pointed out.

“I still think we need the shower, and I know I will enjoy it!” Riku pondered as we walked into the room.

“Yeah, after all the fun, I feel like I need the shower too!” I pointed out.

“I didn’t realise, just how hot it made me, enjoying myself like this!” Riku responded.

The shower is warm, not quite hot and certainly not cold, which certainly did feel good right now. Quietly enjoying the shower in silence is exactly what I needed.

Once I felt fresh, once more I stepped out of the shower, Riku in tow. This was the perfect finish to a great adventure at the gymnasium, even if there is the one thing left to do.

“How about we test in these large tiles?” I enticed her.

“Yeah, sounds like fun!” she pointed out, pointing to a wall.

“Let’s see how good it can be?” I urged her as we reached the wall.

The next moment, we both hit the wall with our right hand, about as hard as we dared.

“Squeak!” came the noise as our hands hit the wall.

“Uh, that felt strange!” I pondered.

“You say? For some reason, it feels different. Are you sure that we can pull free?!” she responded, giving her hand a tentative tug, only to see her hand stubbornly stick to the wall.

“Woah, this is fun!” I responded, pulling my hand as hard as I could, only to realise it refused to let go of the wall.

“Yeah, it sure is. Now we are stuck here, until Hitomi chooses to help us out!” Riku pointed out.

“Naeh, I am not sure if she could help, if it works the way I imagine. Do you really want your hand free from the wall? I don’t!” I pointed out.

“Oh yeah, that would be neat, wouldn’t you say?” Riku giggled, making a good show of trying to pull her hand free, while clearly failing miserably, pulling the hardest she could, right beside me.

“Need help?” Hitomi pondered as she found us, right hand firmly stuck to the tiles of the white wall.

“I guess that is a good idea!” I exclaimed, with a barely covered giggle.

“There is but one way out of this!” she pointed out, after trying her best, pulling my hand free from the wall, then trying to help Riku.

“Which is? Letting go of the wall, right?” I offered.

“Exactly!” Pinkie Pie giggled.

“Woah, his certainly is too much fun!” Riku pointed out.

I thought as much!” I responded, feeling my hand letting go and allowing me to pull my hand free.

Relaxing at Home: 16

Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

Relaxing at Home: 16

Hitomi had bought a new film on our way back home with her two sisters. Now I intend to enjoy it alone with her. Guess what? It is the latest episode of My Little Pony. Her favourite show.

If they wanted to see it, after she had had her day with it, I guess Hitomi could allow them to see it. She tries not to be greedy or selfish. Why do they need to buy the same film all over again, if she is not watching the film, they could.

Only right now, they seem more interested to be up in their rooms, or if they are both in the room of either of theirs, I don’t care, I am busy seeing the film.

I had hopped up on the table before the TV, I guess it is okey since I am so small and my hooves are clean. There is no damage to the table. I do not even make a single noise, while standing here.

First she opens the video, before she slips the disc in, before she pushes the sled back. From there she goes back to the sofa and sits down comfortably in the main seat, right before the TV, leaning back in order to enjoy the show with me.

“This is going to be so much fun!” I declared.

“Yes, it sure will be. I haven’t seen this episode yet. Sharing it with you would make it epic, I think!” Hitomi responded.

“Funny, I haven’t seen it either, but I think it will be plenty of fun, watching it with you!” I responded, giggling.

“Ah yeah, of course you haven’t. It is a new episode and I just bought it. Which is the most exciting part of it all!” Hitomi pointed out.

“Let us see, what episode is it?” I enquired.

“Twilight Time!” she replied.

“I guess that should prove more interesting than expected!” I pointed out.

“Acording to the text on the back of the box, it is an episode where the Cutie Mark Crusaders; Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo are with Twilight Sparkle in her library in the Oak tree, studying!” Hitomi pointed out.

“Sounds like fun. She loves books and learning, why wouldn’t she love passing it on to young fillies?” I teased.

By now, the intro had played out and the film started.

“Funny, I feel funny. Is the screen supposed to be this sparkly?” I pointed out, with a giggle to my voice.

“No. I certainly don’t think so. What could possibly be wrong with the TV? Today of all times?” she responded.

I jumped down from the table and up before the TV, standing just inches from the screen, looking into the episode, seeing Ponies moving about, doing their daily shores.

“Uh?” Hitomi enquired.

“I see the Ponies!” I pointed out, putting a hoof to the screen, just as I had done before Twilight Sparkle went through the gate to Canterlot High, only I was pulled back at the occasion.

“Ponies? The episode is about Ponies!” Hitomi responded in a strange tone as if momentarily fading out.

“I think I see beyond the mere image presented, just like when I came over to you!” I put forth.

“Not sure what you saw, back then, but yeah, I guess I see beyond the canvas of the screen too!” she responded, just as I felt my hoof slip through and into the scenery, only for me to find myself in the middle of the village.

“Oh, now I see. We are in the middle of Ponyville!” Hitomi pointed out, standing beside me, only the situation reversed.

“Now, that is strange, when we are on my side, you are small, while I am normal!” I reflected.

In the Early Morning: 1

Author's Note

Hitomi's POV

In the Early Morning: 1

I had woken up early, the morning is nigh and dark, even if there isn’t a single cloud in the sky. Why I had woken up is beyond me, although I had been given a new film the other day. I had not watched it yet, but apparently, I couldn’t wait any longer.

In nothing but a light pink night dress I slip out of bed, my feet hitting the cool wooden floor under the bed with merely a silent thud.

As I walk out of my room, sneaking downstairs to the TV in the large room in the basement, my darker pinkish hair, only bound by a blue band bounced with joy from each of my steps, in a hyper set of joyous curls, like the icon I had been looking forwards to see. I had slipped a pin with blue and yellow balloons in my hair, just above and beyond my ears, where I could know them to be seen.

As I reach the lowest step on the final flight of stairs, I can clearly see the large screen of the flat TV, where it had been mounted on the shorter wall, facing a large, soft and fluffy sofa, lining the two side walls.

I finally do break the plastic seal of the film as I walk the few remaining steps towards the TV, opening the package and pull the disc out, slipping it into the player found right under the TV.

The Player and TV are on and I hit play, just making sure the sound volume isn’t high enough to wake anyone up. I know I would have been penalized, if they woke up, I had no interest in finding out just what I would have to suffer, short of not seeing my film, that is.

There is a small entry scene, credits played up and the silly theme with the same tune as they always had. I had heard and seen them about a million times by now, both in the episodes and the few films I had had the joy to be given, thus seen over and over.

While the intro scene had been playing, I walked back to the shiny black leather sofa, slipping up and carefully sitting into the soft and shiny leather.

Looking at the image, framed by an inch of shiny, black plastic, touching the luxury beech wood panel, covering the walls of the room. The one small difference on the oak panel of the floor is that it is not just smooth and shiny, it has no comforting profiled structure to it.

After the Scene: 3

I had walked back up to my room, with Pinkie Pie hot on my heel. She apparently had chosen to follow me, over going back to where she came from, where all the Ponies and friends are.

Folding up the quilt in order to go back to sleep for a few hours, I hoped, as I saw Pinkie Pie, just a few bounces after me, apparently giggling, albeit quietly. Maybe she chose to follow me to bed, as she had seen how dark the sky was outside of the window?

At first I had naturally intended to just slip in under the quilt, but since Pinkie Pie is not wearing anything, like the Pony she is, I opted slipping out of the one garment I did wear. As small as she is, for a Pony, but something pulled me in and made me want for her to sleep with me. It isn’t as if I had any other bed where she could sleep, so it is the only option since she followed me up.

Then it hit me, she had closed the door after herself.

“Sleepy?” Pinkie Pie inquired.

“Uh, yeah. I saw the film, and met you. Now I can finally have the sleep I should have had hours ago, when I slipped off to see the film!” I responded with traces of sleep on my voice.

“Me too. It is earlier than I had expected!” she merely responded, as she managed to jump up onto the top of my bed.

“A few hours of sleep would do us a world of good. I hope my bed is comfortable enough for you!” I suggested as I slipped the quilt over me as I lay on my bed.

“Oh, it is all right. Just snuggling up by you should be great for me!” she pointed out as she rested her muzzle between my small but pert jigglies.

Somehow she made me proud of my jigglies, small as they are, they had at least grown into a full A-Cup by now. I am not sure why, but she still made me feel warm about it, even if I had not cared too much about my jigglies before.

With the Pink Pony mere feet behind me, I lean forwards and fold the quilt in towards the wall, making it comfortable and easy to slide in under the quilt.

She had managed to bounce up into my bed, right after me, how ever she managed that in the size she is in. Then she nipped the quilt right back down over the both of us, before I had really noticed or realized what she was doing. From there she comfortably snuggled in beside me.

For a moment, I worried about her safety, but something soon told me there was little to no chance of me turning and even bothering her.

“Nighty night!” she emphasised, in a convincingly slurred sleepy tone.

“Sleep tight, Pinkie Pie!” I responded, as I feel sleep is slowly coming over me.

Girls will be Girls: 6

Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

Girls will be Girls: 6

I had seen her polish her nails.

“Could you polish my hooves, too? I asked.

“If you lie on a box while I polished your hooves, if you don’t mind?” Hitomi responded, so I had bounced up, resting my belly on the hard, smooth surface of the box, which wasn’t too uncomfortable.

Once she was done, she had apparently polished her other nails. She had helped me off of the box, which did feel very good, it wasn’t exactly comfortable, but the treat she gave me was fun. It had looked so promising as she polished her nails, I had to ask it of her. With that I had been on the box while she polished my hooves.

In retrospect, I guess it was worth it, in the same way as it had been worth it, allowing Rarity create the dress I had been wearing at the Galloping Gala at the Canterlot Castle of the Princesses Celestia and Luna. Even if the party had been less then amusing at first. I had not really managed to get much of a smile out of any Pony. The best part had been saved for the last, a cup of tea with Celestia, and the chat we had had.

If I had not realised what she had done to me, I guess it is a bit of the shock as I got down onto the floor. My hooves makes funny squeaking little noises with every step or bounce I make. I had known my hooves would be shiny, which they still are. There is the funny effect on the up on the bounce, as I momentarily feel as if my hooves stick to the smooth floor, just before they let go and allow me to make a nicely high bounce, as bouncy as ever before.

She had given me a great looking Hooficure. I guess I had enjoyed every moment of it, even if the box was less than comfortable to lie on. Even if it is just a short-term boost to my looks, or it is what I had expected out of a Hooficure. I had been Rarity on Hooficure on a few occasions, that never left any effect on me or my hooves. Nothing like this. I guess it is still fun.

“I love what your treat did for my hooves, just as I love the looks of both my hooves and your nails!” I empathised.

“Thanks, it was fun to give you the treat too. I just couldn’t have all the fun for myself, you know, Pinkie Pie!” she responded in earnest.

“Yeah, I know. Though we could try to find something more comfortable for me to lie on, for the next time? If you have the joy to give me a new Hooficure some time. They are bound to wear off with time. At least, they always did when I had one with Rarity!”I pointed out.

“Yeah, I will find something comfortable for you, for next time. I hope it will be worth it for you, as great as it looks right now. Maybe you could help me with finding something comfortable for you to lie on, even if I guess we don’t have to find anything today!” she pondered.

“I think it should last me from a week to a month, though I don’t know in this case. Yet, it is fun this far. I love both how it looks and how it came out in general!” I responded.

“Speaking of which, Pinkie Pie, I am hungry, maybe we should get down to the kitchen in order to find something to eat, like a steady breakfast?” she suggested.

Preparing for a Treat: 9

Author's Note

Hitomi's POV

Preparing for a Treat: 9

I had found exactly what I think I need, for what I had in mind. She had not found the previous attempt at a pad for her to lie on very comforting at all, but downright uncomfortable. Maybe these sponges would serve better.

There are a few details to take care of, before I could give this a new try. First I coated each sponge with the elastic gel, making for a smooth surface on each of the sponges, on each side, before I stacked them up, coating the stack all over again.

Once I had given the stack of sponges a second and third coating, I figured I would be close to the desired result. Thrice over with the elasticity should be just right for her, or it is what I reasoned to myself. Now I poked the top sponge with my index finger, in order to examine the result of my work, in order to see if my investment would be likely to pay off.

At first I merely feel the sponge, yet much more elastic and a solid object, then I noticed how the sponge slowly started to curl up around the finger as if attempting to hug me, which did feel odd. Yet, it never did get uncomfortable, hard or coarse, but just a sleep, slippery and soft embrace. Maybe she would approve of this, my first actual attempt at a Hooficure cushion?

While I was at it, maybe I could even prepare a bed for her, for as long as her stay would be. I just felt it best to ask her, before I moved further on this venture.

As I felt I had completed the preparation, I slipped the gel out of the way and tacked a few of the sponges clearly in sight, while the newly created cushion lie on my desk.

I figured everyone had gathered for the meal I had helped Pinkie Pie preparing for. With that, I walked out of the room and closed the door behind me, walking down to the dining room, where they were indeed waiting for me.

“Ah, there you are, Hitomi? We were starting to think you forgot your meal. You are still hungry, aren’t you?” Mum expressed.

“Yes, of course I am. I just had a few details to take care of, as preparations for later!” I responded.

“Then we can all eat. I’m starved!” Mum responded in a more teasing voice.

“I hope you will enjoy these pastries as much as I enjoyed baking them!” Pinkie Pie pointed out, as she bounced around her plate.

“Muffins for dinner, that was about time!” my little sister Riku exclaimed, as she was licking her lips in anticipation.

“Yummy!” her twin sister Risa responded, looking greedily at the delicious pastries.

“This certainly is the first time for me. I think we will enjoy them more than I think is good for us. Not sure what went into them and I am not going to make an attempt on making any for a dinner any time soon!” Mum put forth.