A Crusader's Game

by Ponyess

Rating: mature
Tags: Cutie Mark Crusaders, Other, Random, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 4836

It all started with a gift, a Holographic Character. The fact that my sisters got one of their own changed nothing, or did it. Then we played around with them, as intended. Ofcause we had to pull in a few toys into play.

I had been given a Holographic Character as a gift, I got Apple Bloom, my favorite character in the show. My sisters got Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle respectively. Guess there is a symmetry to this gift, when you look at it.

In good fun, we had enjoyed a few toys with the newly activated Characters we had so recently been given.

What came next was sure to be fun. If only we had known the consequences, but there is no going back, not that I regret anything. What is the point?

There was a surprise, as I found myself looking like the character, as she looks like I did look before.

Note that all involved Characters are of leagal age.

Published 2014-11-26 06:10:08 UTC
Last updated 2015-01-15 04:52:43 UTC

The Surprise: 1

Author's Note

Riku's POV

The Surprise: 1

I had just been given one of these new Holographic Characters on the Thanks-Giving day. On a closer inspection, it turned out to be Apple Bloom, just as I had hoped it should be.

Guess they had listened to me, to us, considering my sisters Ponyo and Sora got Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle respectively, which is exactly the once they had been hoping for.

“Sweet, I got Apple Bloom!” I exclaimed.

“I got Scootaloo!” Ponyo responded in an excited tone.

“You both are lucky, I got Sweetie Belle!” Sora pondered.

“We have to check them out, right now that is!”I responded.

“That would be so cool, Riku!” Ponyo responded.

“Awsome, good thing we have an emitter that can handle multiple characters!” Sora continued.

One just had to go to the living room and plug the stick in and adjust the character to one’s likings, which was easy enough.

“I take the first slot, then you take the second and the third respectively!” I pointed out as I reached the console.

I started out, choosing an Anthropomorphic configuration, before I opted for her ears, eyes, mane, muzzle and tail to go standard. I like my Apple Bloom to be an actual Apple Bloom, even in the Anthro form.

Since I like her looks as a teen, I made her look like one, but set her as a young mare. Her body is a nice girl’s body with a teen’s A cup jigglies, but with large nibbles, or about as large as I dared to push it. I chose to allow her to remain the more athletic to slender body type, in part due to whom she was, in my eyes. Maybe I am wrong, but it is how I view her.

This may be intended as entertainment, but I like her to be a friend and up to whatever fun I may choose to engage her in, so I did not want her to look or act as a child or foal, whichever one may refer to in this case. How the programming would handle her age was a detail I chose to ignore. I wanted Apple Bloom, not Apple Jack or any other fully adult mare character.

A narrow waist and wide hips, then fairly human arms, then I opted for long nails, just to see how it would come out. Her legs are going to be more equine and emphasis her equine nature with clearly defined hooves.

Once I had made my choices, I could see the character come out of the image and soon stood before me.

“Hi, Apple Bloom, I am Riku. Come with me to my room. The console is all yours, Ponyo!” I pointed out.

“Hi, Riku. Sure thing!” Apple Bloom responded as she followed me to my room.

A Treat for Scootaloo: 2

Author's Note

Ponyo's POV

A Treat for Scootaloo: 2

As I saw how my older sister Riku’s Apple Bloom turned out, I quickly opted for the same general settings, with a few minor details changed. Not so much to make her different, just personal preferences.

“Your turn, the console is all yours, Sora. I’m going to have some fun, preparing Scootaloo for a day of fun!” I prompted as I turned to Scootalloo.

“Sure thing, Sis!” she responded.

“This way, Scootaloo. I am Ponyo, by the way!” I urged my Anthro on, as I walked to my room.

“I guess I will see you soon, Sora and Swettie Belle!” Scootaloo uttered as she followed me towards my room.

“Here we are, my room. Welcome in, Scoots!” I pronounced as I opened the door and demonstratively let her in, before I closed the door after the two of us.

“What cool things are we going to do now?” she enquired.

“I have an idea, if you would please lie down on my bed?” I suggested.

“Sure, if you have something spectacular in mind, I could lie down and rest for a moment?” she proposed.

“Good, here we go!” I added as I scooped up some gel, before I started to massage her, from the neck, slowly moving down along her spine.

Then I continued outwards, doubling back twice before I moved down her tight thigh, then down along the leg until I moved to the hoof. From there I started over with her left thigh, knee wrist and hoof.

“Oh, that felt good. I didn’t know a massage would feel like this!” Scootaloo offered.

“I know, we never expect it, before we have experienced it!” I confided, continuing with her right arm, over the elbow and down to the hand and fingers, then I repeated the process with her left arm.

“Belly up, please. Then I will continue!” I pointed out.

“Sounds good to me!” she pondered as she turned around, ending on her back.

“Great!” I put forth, before I started with her face, working my way down her throat, over her chest, putting some extra effort on her jiggies, before I continued down, only to stop at her mound and orchid, before I doubled up and then down along her flanks.

I eyed her over as I moved on to her right thigh, moving over her knee and calf, finishing with her hoof, only to repeat the process on her left leg.

Now I moved up to her right arm, over the elbow and wrist, before I moved over to her left side, repeating the process.

“If you would lie on your belly for a moment?” I suggested.

“This feels good, I feel so relaxed!” she responded.

“I know, that is why massage is so much fun!” I explained, slipping the large ball into the gel, before I moved hack to her, placing the squishy ball on her rump, slowly pressing it into her rear orifice, noticing how she instantly contracted on contact, yet found herself incapable of preventing the ball from slipping inside.

“Maybe you could give me a massage too?” I suggested.

“You will have to explain a few details along the way!” she pointed out.

“Make sure to only make a single coating, and the gel is in the can on my night stand!” I explained.

“I’ll do my best. I have no experience with giving massages, but it felt so good now, I think it would be only fair, if I try to return the favour!” she suggested.

“I could as well confess, I did enjoy giving you the massage too. It isn’t that hard, if you enjoy doing it!” I proposed.

“Then I think I will enjoy doing it to you as well. From beginning to end. You do have everything prepared for me to help you, I take it!” she enquired.

A Treat for Sora: 3

Author's Note

Sora's POV

A Treat for Sora: 3

“Since you gave me such a wonderful massage, Sora, I guess it is only fair if I returned the favour and gave you one as well!” I offered graciously.

“That would be great. It isn’t as if I had had too many massages. I am sure you would be great at it. Just don’t forget the final detail. I have the ball ready for you as well!” Sora explained.

“Rarity did show me some of the more pleasant sides of life, she brought me to the SPA on a few occasions, even if Neither Aloe nor Lotus made use of a ball like the one you suggested I would implement, but if you enjoy the use of it, I will give you the pleasure. It is a most curious feeling to it. I have no idea how or why it works, so I will assign it to the local magic, for now. If you lie down on your bed, I will commence momentarily!” I put forth.

“This is exactly why I love you so much, Sweetie Belle!” I confessed as I lie down on my bed, presenting my back for her.

“Thanks, I think. I am a Unicorn and she chose to raise me to be as sophisticated as she felt prudent. Will be interesting to try my hands at massage. Maybe I get my cutie mark? If you are enjoying the ball in this fashion, who am I to question you?” I pointed out as I scooped up some of the clear gel, before I started to slowly spread it on her neck, from the hairline and downwards.

Carefully working it in as I had seen Aloe and Lotus do, when they gave my Mother Rarity a massage. I did not know the difference between the oil they used at their SPA and the gel Sora had been using, so I just assumed it was the same. Maybe I was wrong, assuming, since I didn’t know there was any real difference.

“Oh, this feels just great. If this is how you felt, I would love giving you another massage later today, if you would like?” she responded.

“If you are willing to offer it, I am not the one to deny you the pleasure!” I responded as I started to spread the gel from just under the hairline in her neck, slowly moving down her spine, all the way to the crack of her soft rump, before doubling back up to her shoulders and out, before I continued down her flanks.

“Always the best way to get something, to be the first to suggest and offer it yourself, I think. If for nothing else, I gave you an idea as to what I personally enjoy and how I like it done!” she responded.

“Yes, generosity and initiative should both be rewarded. I most certainly enjoyed your gift, as a massage!” I responded as I moved down to the thigh, slowly working my way down over the knee, calf and onto the foot, ending with her little, but oh so curious toes, before I went back and repeated the process with her other leg.

“Just realised, I enjoy giving the massage just as much as I enjoy receiving it. If it is in the intimate closeness, or just in seeing you enjoying it, I am not yet certain!” she pondered.

“If you enjoy it both ways, it is easier for me to enjoy it as well. There certainly is an element of intimacy in a massage, something I have grown to enjoy!” I responded as I placed my hands on her right shoulder, spreading the gel and working it in as I worked my way down over her elbow and wrist, moving down onto her hands and down each delicate finger all the way out to the tip, starting with the thumb, once I had finished the first arm, I repeated the process on her left arm.

“Time for me to turn around, to lie on my back!” she concluded as I had finished her back side.

“Yes!” I merely confirmed, looking as she turned her belly up, before I started over on her face, from the hairline, over her cheeks, her nose, her lips then down her chin and throat, before moving down her chest.

“I hope you enjoy it so much, you would like a massage swap again, some time” Sora pointed out.

“If we have the gel, I am game!” I responded as I continued down her chest, up her jigglies and on her nibbles, before I continued down her chest and doubled back up and then down her flanks, before I worked my way down her thigh, knee and calf.

Once I had finished her right leg, I repeated the process with her left one, before I started from her right shoulder, down her arm, elbow and wrist. From there I repeated the process on her left arm.

Then I finished the process by giving extra care to her mound, teasing her orchid. Looking as it glistered inviting after the clear gel I had spread all over her skin.

“Thanks, this does feel great!” she put forth, thanking me for my efforts.

“Yes, it certainly was great. I enjoyed both sides. More so than I had dared to expect!” I explained.

“Could you pick up the little clear rubber ball for me and insert it into my rear orifice?” she enquired kindly.

“If you want it, I will do it for you!” I responded, picking up the ball she had pointed at, before I placed it against her rear orifice, seeing how she instantly contracted on instinct, while still incapable of preventing the ball from slipping inside of her, or pushing it out, once it had slipped inside of her, where I let go of it and pulled my hand out.

“I just had to experience it myself, first hand. Curious, this is how you felt as I inserted your ball?” she pondered with a smile on her face.

“From what I could see. You couldn’t prevent me from inserting it, more than you can push it out now?” I enquired.

“No, I find this exciting, despite myself. I noticed how you reacted on it and knew I had to try it out for myself!” she pointed out.

“I realised that, the instant you inserted my ball!” I pointed out.

More Fun: 4

Author's Note

Scootaloo's POV

More Fun: 4

Ponyo had given me a second massage, after she had inserted that ball from behind. Of course, I had given her a second massage after I had inserted a ball into her as well. I had enjoyed it, just as much as she had, and she certainly did enjoy it royally, from what I could see.

I barely feel the ball now, just as I know she couldn’t either. Yet, it was a curious feeling, as she inserted mine and I inserted hers. Something I have never experienced, just as I could never have imagined it before. Maybe this is part of the excitement, aside from sharing the experience.

“How about we move up, would you enjoy a manicure? I know I sure would!” Ponyo exclaimed.

“Since I do have hands, that sounds like fun. Or about twenty percent cooler!” I responded.

“Since I think I want a complete manicure, we start with the hand cream, then I will start by helping you polishing your nails. We both have a left hand, you know!” she put forth, scooping up a portion for herself as she had opened the can, then indicating for me to follow her example.

“The complete manicure would be fine by me!”I put forth, accepting the gel and slowly spread it out over the palms of my hands, before working it in into the holographic flesh, as if I had been a physical individual, enjoying the shared moment and sensations.

“I am sure this will look great on you, just as it will on me, once we are finished!” she pointed out as she had finished with the hand cream.

“Sure, please get started. Then I can see how it is to be done so I can extend the gift back to you, once you have finished?” I offered, extending my right hand towards her, fingers spread slightly in order for her to get started.

“Here we go!” she offered as she took my extended hand in hers, the brush in her right hand as she started to paint the nail of my right thumb, from the top and center and then right and left, right and left, making sure not to miss anything, while staying clear of the skin on the side of the nail, then continued, nail by nail until she had finished the first hand.

“This is utter gloss, looks beautiful!” I exclaimed as I lifted my hand up, spreading my fingers in order to see better, before I extended my left hand for her to continue.

“I am inclined to agree, this is exactly what I had hoped for!” she responded as she accepted my left hand, before repeating the process of polishing the nails of my left hand.

“Then it is my turn to return the favour, if you please?” I put forth, accepting the right hand she extended to me, after she had put the polish down for me to pick up.

“Yes, it is. Something I sure will enjoy!” she prompted excitedly, without pointing out the effects of the massage and the balls we had inside, although she would be bound to figure that out soon enough.

“That would be the point of the exercise, wouldn’t you say. You will look great with polished nails, even if yours are fairly short!” I suggested, as I picked up the brush, painting her nails carefully one at the time, repeating the process, just as carefully as she had demonstrated it.

“Yes, but they do look great!” she pointed out as she puled back her right hand and extended the left in its place.

“How about I give you a nice pedicure, before you give me my hooficure?” I offered as I continued painting the nails of her left hand.

“Sure, why not?” she responded as she pulled her left hand back as I had finished it, before she applied the gel she had presented as hand cream a moment earlier to the soles of her feet in the same manner as we had applied it to the palms of our hands.

“If you extend your right foot and I can get started? The same polish as you used on my nails, I take it!” I stated as I bend forwards, only to notice she had already filed her own toenails beautifully, even if I had no idea as to the exact effect of the gel presented as nail polish.

Yes, sure. That would be the idea!” she responded as she placed her foot in my lap so that I could comfortably polish her nails as intended.

“That is what I expected, on both counts!” I responded, noticing just how soft her feet was in my lap as I started to polish her nails with the gel indicated.

“Guess we have the same ideas, then. If you extend your left foot, once I finished?” I suggested as I slowly applied the polish to her nails one at the time, starting with the big one, moving outwards, using the same techniques and pattern as with her nails, as I covered her entire nails.

“I just love the feeling of that, the closeness and understanding even before you even uttered a word in explanation!” she put forth, extending her left foot as she pulled back her right one, placing it gently onto the floor in an almost entirely soundless fashion.

“Facinating effect your hand or foot cream has, if you don’t mind me saying so? I expressed as I continued the pedicure, enjoying the effect of the cream she passed off as both hand and foot cream.

“Yes, it is, isn’t it. I love the smooth skin and the softness it lends to my flesh. Time for your hooficure, isn’t it?” she responded.

“If you extend your hooves and place them in my lap, I will give you the treat momentarily!” I offered with a smile on my face.

“I think the hand cream made my hands at least twenty percent cooler, I expect your next treat to be equally awesome!” I responded as I presented my hind hooves in her lap, for her to perform what she had promised.

“I think it will, but don’t take my word for it, you’ll see in a moment!” she put forth as I started polishing my right hoof, from the top center downwards, then intermittently right and left, right and left, before I made a thin line from right to left along the top and bottom rims of her hoof, before repeating the process with her left hoof.

“Shiny, I like it!” I pondered as I admired the high gloss finish applied to my hooves.

An Exclusive Bed-Time Story: 5

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.