Author's Note

Sweetie Belle's POV

An Exclusive Bed-Time Story: 5

“Riku, I have enjoyed both the Manicure and the Hooficure, this far. Something Rarity taught me!” I expressed.

“I know. I have enjoyed this too. Both the giving and the receiving. It would be a lie to deny either. I had prepared a further gift for you, in the hopes you would enjoy it just as much!” she responded.

“Something that hit me, my hooves feels different, but I like it, just as I like how it made my nails shiny. You are going to help me maintain the stylish look, I hope!” I explained.

“Since you like it, certainly. I had expected you to enjoy it, from what Rarity expressed earlier. The polish makes your nails look better as shiny and reinforces them. My hooficure is just like Rarity’s face-masks, you want to look and feel your best. Soft, shiny and elastic hooves makes it easier. If I had hooves, I would have had a hooficure myself too, but I guess pedicure is good too!” she pointed out.

“Since it is much easier to extend it to another, we could swap? I give you manicure and pedicure, you give me manicure and hooficure in return. I know we both enjoy both giving and receiving, so there is a winning proposition as good as any. Like partaking in Pinkie Pie’s parties. She knows you enjoy being there, while you know she enjoy throwing it for you!” I pondered.

“As I said, I had another little treat in mind for you. The result is largely the same, but it is mainly making you feel good. Since you don’t wear either a top or panties, I could get right to it, if you don’t mind?” she proposed.

“If you don’t mind? Generosity takes the first job. If you like to show me what you had in mind, once I have started, I would greatly appreciate it!” I pointed out.

“You mean to say that you take the post in the name of generosity? If so I will enjoy the treat, before I explain what I had in mind. I feel secure in the knowledge that you are going to enjoy both the treat and the effects of it!” she responded with a wide smile on her face.

“Thanks, Sweetie Belle, you certainly did a brilliant job for me. It looks great, even better than I had dared to expect!” she responded.

“Then it is your turn. I know you can do my manicure and hooficure better than I could have done it. I only have one right hand and it is easier to do it for a friend than yourself too. For some reason, I know I enjoy making your manicure and pedicure more than my own manicure and hooficure!” I pointed out.

“That is why we help one-another, aside from the joy in doing it. Please!” she responded, extending her right hand to me.

“You are like a sister and a friend to me. We share things and do things together. Things I couldn’t share with either Rarity or the other Crusaders. I need someone like you in my life!” I put forth, as I accepted her hand eagerly.

“Sorry, we can’t choose our families, but at least we can choose our friends. Friends are the once who feels the same, the once one shares things with. Yet, you may need more than just one or two friends, if you want to share everything. Funny thing, I don’t have any Cutie Mark either, maybe I could qualify, even if I never was an Equine? I know I can share things with you your other friends have little to no interest or understanding of!” she pondered.

“No, I guess you can’t. Now as you mentioned, I realised that your flank is just as blanc as mine!” I pondered in response.

“Thankfully, she wasn’t here to bother me about it, or I would have been just as sad as you were, when she teased you. That is the thing about these bullies, they enjoy making us feel bad, just for their own brief moment of joy. They don’t need to care about you enough to feel, you are merely a toy to be played with to them!” she suggested bravely.

“There is something special with helping a friend with her manicure and pedicure or hooficure. You help her, while yours is curing, rather than impatiently waiting for yours to cure!” I pointed out, in a generous spirit.

“Exactly!” I exclaimed as I accepted her right hand and started to apply the lacquer to her thumb nail.

Once I had completed the thumb nail, I continued to repeat the process, nail by nail, then accepting the left hand as I finished the manicure. With that, I applied a clear gel to the right hoof, from the upper rim, all the way down until I had covered the entire visible surface, looking over the glistering surface as she momentarily placed the hoof on the floor. Then I repeated the process with the left hoof.

As I had applied the glistering, resilient top coat, I applied an elastic rubber gel to the sole of her hooves, right and left, enjoying the work as I treated her.

“This does look good!” I stated as I hold up my hands, momentarily staring at my nails critically, before I cast a glance to appraise the work on my hooves as well.

“Since generosity claimed the first watch, here is the gel that goes onto the mound, the orchid, the nibbles and into the rear!” she declared, pointing them out in order, indicating which was to go where.

“With you, generosity is easy. It isn’t a challenge or sacrifice with a friend, not one as close as you by any rate!” I pointed out as I picked up the vial and uncapped it, before I applied the clear rubbery gel to her nibbles.

For a moment I considered applying generously, but thought better of it, there is an ideal, when it comes to these things. Too thick a layer would never be good. With that I merely left her nibbles glistering with the highly elastic rubber coating the gel contained. Then a thought struck me, it looks as if I had used the frosting Pinkie Pie loves to use for her cakes. What a delicious thought that was.

Once I had capped the first gel vial, I picked up the one intended for her mound, applying the gel slowly, watching the mound glister and grow plump and inviting. Then I applied the gel intended for her orchid, enjoying the looks of how it changed the delicate tissue. I feel the juicy gel making her look and feel wet as her blossom absorbed the gel until it had become saturated, leaving her with a cerise, glistering stiff rubber for folds around her entrance, as elastic as it was going to be. The elasticity would not merely end at the rim of her orchid, but continue out all the way to the edge of her mound, even if in progressively lesser extent. The imagery wrecked havoc with my mind, for as long as I permitted it.

The next gel went to the rear orifice, making her nicely open, as stiff and tight as she grew. Just that it made her progressively elastic as well, not to mention, instilling the instinctive reflex to contract around anything coming in contact with her rear orifice. The more of the gel her flesh absorbed, the stronger the effect grew. The mere thought made me wet.

Once she was fully saturated, she would be incapable of resisting the effects. This was of course the very same effect that her orchid had already accepted. She had instructed me to apply it to her, I had merely complied with her wishes, even if I may enjoy it myself as well.

The one difference between her orchid and her rear orifice, there was no outwards signs on the effects. Just as her rear orifice couldn’t give her the sensations or excitement her orchid would. Maybe there was a different excitement to it, but that is a different matter, altogether.

On a hunch, I picked up another gel I applied to her lip, just for the joy of it. The effect did not take long to realise as her lips glister. Although her lips now are as smooth as one could wish for, just as they grew elastic beyond her wishes. There is the final detail, her lips will contract upon contact, just as her orchid does. I just had not seen the effect of it, but she was going to demonstrate the effects I extended her soon enough. I just knew it.

As I finished the next step and let go of the gel, she picked up where I left off, only returning the favour and extended the joy back to me as she was at it.