My Little Satyrby PonyessChaptersSetting Up Shop: 1A Pink Treat: 2A Pink Moment: 3Setting Up Shop: 1Author's Note Risa's POV Setting Up Shop: 1 I had activated my holographic emitter and slipped the stick into the plug, easy enough, if you asked me. The next moment, a set of dials came up on the screen, right under the name Pinkie Pie. Since I wanted her to walk upright in a bipedal pose, while still keep most of her attributes, like her hooves, tail, ears and muzzle, I opted for the Anthropomorphic option named; Anthro. I started with her face, choosing the more equine ears and muzzle. Now I turned the dials for the face to Human, before I adjusted the muzzle to fairly close to minimal. Looking at her chest, I made her entirely Human, just opted for her jigglies to a firm A Cup, but with large and sensitive nibbles, maybe I wanted to make sure I could enjoy her in a different light, if and when I was feeling in the mood. Giving her a very generous mound with a clearly defined orchid as well. Maybe it is just me being playful and random, but that should go well with her personality as far as I understood it. Her arms would stay human and slender, although I chose to make a few small adjustments to her hands, as small and girlish as they appeared at the moment. As a Human girl, I could make her nails longer, opting for a semi square design, but clear with a highly shiny smooth finish to them. I kept her exuberant mane and tale style. Maybe it wouldn’t change her mood, but it made me feel better about it. Even if I could have opted for a straight mane, in the fashion of her more depressed outlook, which I guess I like the look of, but it would sit uncomfortably with me, due to the association with her depression. I couldn’t bring myself to impose the style on her, regardless of what effects it had on her, or if it affected her at all. Now I chose not only to keep the tail, robbing her of it would have been entirely unthinkable to me, but made her hips, legs and hooves fully equine and much more empathised than I could recall from the show. I liked to see her legs defined and her hooves distinct. I did a few further adjustments on minor details, before I declared completion. Once I hit the bottom, she slowly stated to slide out from the screen and floated down to the floor, standing before me within about a minute. “Hiya, my name is Pinkie Pie, I am the hyper party Pony!” she greeted me. “Hiya, Pinkie Pie. I am Risa!” I responded. “Nice to meet you, Risa!” she responded. “Likewise, Pinkie Pie. I have a small treat prepared for you. If you don’t mind, right this way!” I offered. “A treat? I never turn down a treat. Never if a friend is offering it, anyway!” she put forth. “That is what I had been counting on. As I recall, you enjoyed following Rarity to the SPA?” I explained. “Oh yes. I sure did enjoy that. She was enjoying taking me there too!” she pondered. “Then you will love a Hooficure!” I pronounced. “A Hooficure, Rarioty treated me to that at the SPA. I enjoyed it Royally with her!” she pronounced. “Great. If you would just have a seat and I will be right there with you!” I offered. “Okeley dokeley!” she responded, sitting on the share I had indicated for her, smiling brightly at me, in breathless anticipation. “If you place your hooves in the bucket, please?” I instructed her, as I placed the container before her. “Sure. Washing my hooves before you could complete the treat?” she enquired. “I know your hooves are clean, but I like to stick to the routine that comes with the treat. Since this will take a while, I could as well give you a manicure, while we are at it?” I offered generously. “Sounds like fun!” she put forth, extending her hands. “I had been hoping you would say that. Besides, I think I will enjoy extending the treat to you!” I pointed out. I had placed a large can of gel labeled Hand Cream, on the small table beside her. There are several vials labeled nail polish and larger bottles labeled Hoof polish on the table on her left, which incidentally would be my right. “I will just fill up the bucket with the hoof wash, then I will continue with your nails, maybe you could use the hand cream while I prepare for your hooficure?” I suggested as I poured up the clear liquid in the container her hooves were currently resting in. “Sounds about right. Oh, sure!” she responded, scooping up enough of the clear gel and spreading it over the palms of her hands and started to slowly rub it in, feeling the gel slowly being absorbed by the skin, thus making it softer and progressively more elastic as she managed to work it in. “Time for your manicure!” I stated as I accepted her right hand in my left hand, polishing her nails, starting with the thumbnail, from the top centre, then right and left, right and left, painting the back of the nail in the same pattern, before I painted the rim, all the way from the right side of the finger to the left, repeating the process with all the nails in turn, one by one. Once I had finished her right hand’s nails, I picked up her left hand, repeating the process, all over. As I had finished the last nail, I could see a weak pinkish shimmer to the right thumb nail. “Sparkly!” Pinkie Pie observed as she noticed the effect. “That should make the base coat stick to your nails. I have to do it by the book, just like when you have a party, right?” I explained, as I picked up the brush from the base coat, before I started to apply the clear lacquer to her thumb nail in the same pattern as I had used while I polished her nails the first time around, nail by nail, repeating the process meticulously, never missing anything of the nail, while avoiding the skin. “Of course. You have to do it by the book. I appreciate your attention to details, just as I know Rarity does!” she responded with a grin on her face and a giggle on her voice. “One has to pay careful attention to every detail!” I pointed out, while capping the vial and pulling the brush from the top coat, before I repeated the process, with equal care, looking as the lacquer hardened and cured on top of the first layer of cured polish. “I could be the belle of the ball!” she just giggled as I finished the manicure. “Yes, you certainly could. Utter gloss. I think it is time for your hooficure!” I pointed out as I lifted her right hoof out of the liquid, before I started to apply the first layer of gel, making her hoof grow elastic to the point of soft rubber, before I slipped it to the floor and repeated the process to the other hoof, just as I had done with her fingernails. “Shiny!” Pinkie responded as she saw the look of her hooves as I placed the left one back onto the floor, before I picked up her right hoof. “I like shiny!” I responded as I started to polish the right hoof, from the top centre, downwards and then right and left, until I had covered the hoof entirely, thus making the surface grow hard and adamant so she would be able to walk the way I had intended for her. “You do know your Hooficure and Manicure I see!” she pointed out as I slipped the equipment away. “Now is the perfect time for lunch together!” I suggested, hinting towards the next step. “You mean to say that you have Muffins on hand?” Pinkie enquired. “Yes, of course I have Muffins at home, should be enough for both of us!” I pointed out. “Sounds delightful!” she giggled in response, smiling from ear to ear. “Besides, I have enough ingredients for you to spend your entire day in the kitchen as well. I managed to prepare for your arrival, you know, Pinkie!” I pointed out. “Then I will enjoy baking for the both of us, tomorrow, unless we run out of food?” she concluded. “Sounds about right, but right now, I am hungry. Let’s eat?” I offered. A Pink Treat: 2Author's Note Pinkie Pie's POV A Pink Treat: 2 I had enjoyed a meal with my new friend Risa. She had shared a large stash of assorted Muffins with me. Even though I think she had let me have the most of them, she seems to have enjoyed the Muffins and looks as if she had her fill as well. She had served me fizzy cider to the Muffins, I sure enjoyed it. Maybe I could have had another Muffins or a few more, but I guess I am content, at least for now. “Thanks, I loved every last one of the Muffins, the Cider and your company!” I put forth. “Then I guess it is the right time to offer you a small treat since I know you will hold my kitchen for most of the day by tomorrow!” she offered. “Sounds like fun, I sure am up for it. What did you have in mind?” I enquired. “Your Hooficure and Manicure is just a small portion of a SPA visit, right?” she pointed out. “Yeah, I guess!” I pondered. “Then follow me to the bed room, I would like to show you the next part of your treat!” she offered eagerly. “If you have a treat, you want to offer me, who am I to turn you down?” I reasoned with an added giggle to my voice as I pondered what she would have in store for me. I could see her opening the door before me as we reached the room she had mentioned, the bed clearly waiting for her, neatly made, prepared for the night. Apparently, she had been enjoying a Queen size bed, seems more than enough for the two of us. “I think we can manage this, before it is time for dinner, you know!” she added, pointing towards the bed, indicating for me to lie down before her. While I walked to the room I had noticed that the squeaking noises my hooves makes had increased, while I had been eating, compared with how quiet they had been, just after she had finished the treat before lunch. Of course, the meal had added considerable weight to me, compared with the empty Hologram I had been before she treated me to the Hooficure and manicure, I guess it was bound to affect me deeper than the mere appearance too. “Okeley dokeley!” I responded, taking my place on her left side, as she followed me to the bed. “Since I am treating you, I would like to see you spreading your legs a bit, just enough to give me access to the intimate parts of your anatomy, firstly your mound and jigglies, though!” she put forth, as she looks at me where I lie on her bed as I spread my legs, while she arranges the items required for the treat she had intended for me. “Is this good for you?” I enquired with a distinct giggle to my voice. “Perfect, now I can apply the gel as required in order to affect you as intended!” she responded, smiling back at me, leaning over my hips as she slowly worked in a clear gel all over my mound, knowing it wouldn’t change, although it would stay elastic and shimmer delightfully even in faint light as in a bed room setting. Once she had applied the clear gel to my mound, she moved inwards to the orchid, applying a semi clear gel with a faint cerise glow to it, starting at the outer edges and circling inwards and an inch inside of the orchid, leaving a coarse rubbery texture where it would give me the most fun. Once she was done with the first gel, she picked up another thick clear gel, covering the cerise hide from the outer rim and inches inwards, leaving a slippery surface with a clearly glistering sheen to it. “I feel strangely wet, but I like the feeling, even if this will take a while to get used to!” I expressed with a new smile on my face. “That is unavoidable, but you have more than enough time getting used to it alright!” she responded, as she moved over to her shoulders, before applying a similar semi clear gel to my large nibbles, before applying a thinner clear gel to my nibbles, topping her now coarse rubbery nibbles with slipperiness. “Then I want you to be by my side and help me discover and explore it with me!” I prompted. “I will, just glad you would ask me to. If you would turn around so that I can continue your treat?” she suggested in response. “Okeley dokeley!” I replied, with a wide grin on my face and a clear giggle on my voice. I momentarily closed my legs before turning around, before I parted them once more in order for her to continue. “Is this good for you?” I then added as an afterthought. Yeah. Yes, it is. Now I can continue your teat!” she put forth. Then she leans forwards and apply a thick rubbery gel in between my plump rear cheeks, lending a slight sheen and a thick rubbery feel to it with the coarse texture to the surface from about an inch in and out of the crack. Once she had applied the gel she soon followed up with a medium thick gel, thus lending me a slippery wetness to enjoy as I pleased, if and when I was in the mood for it. She likes to open the doors for as much fun as she could come up with. This was for me, and she likes to make sure I could enjoy myself to the fullest. “Are you sure that will not smear?” I enquired in a more curious voice with a hint of a slight giggle to it. “Yes, definitely. There is no chance that this will smear, wouldn’t be half as fun if it could. It binds permanently to the rubber I applied to your body. This way, you will never need to apply lube ever again. Quite convenient, wouldn’t you say? “ she responded with a smile spreading on her face. “If it works as you suggested, this certainly would be quite convenient. I guess this does explain the wet feeling you gave me too!” I pondered. “Since you expressed it that way, I guess it would. I never tried these on myself before, but you just made it sound very exciting to me. Now if you would sit up on the side of the bed, facing me?” she suggested. “Guess you can’t try it on more than once, then it is there. If you could remove it, you wouldn’t get the intimate sensations desired and it would be entirely pointless!” I reasoned. “Okeley dokeley!” I responded as she closed her legs and turned around before she could sit up and face me. “Good. Now if you would only close your eyes and maintain a gentle smile, just like that?” she instructed me. Once I had closed my eyes, she started to apply a clear gel on my upper right eyelid, from the left side towards her left along the eyelashes and continued stroke by stroke, until she had covered the eyelid and continued all the way up to the eyebrow. From there she repeated the process mirroring each movement. After this, she continued with the lower eyelids, right and left, covering both eyelids in the same manner. As she had finished applying the clear gel, she started with a silver metallic eye shadow, repeating the process, only stopping at the rim of the eye globe both on the right and left, upper and lower eyelids. Now she apply a pink to cerise gel along the eye globes, spreading it twice more, outwards in order to give the effect that the shadows were my natural colour, rather than the pink hue of my natural hide. She finishes the makeup by applying a clear coat all over my face and a glistering black mascara to my eyelashes. “How does it look?” she enquired as she presented a mirror she held up before me face in order for me to see the result. “Not sure if this is anything like Rarity would have done it, but I still like it all the same!” I emphasised. “If I had chosen Rarity, she would have been giving me the treat of a Makeup, rather than I giving one to her. As opposed to you. Just two small details for your treat to be completed!” she pointed out. “Fashion and beauty is her thing, we all know that. To me it is all about having fun and enjoying oneself and every last moment. I sure enjoyed your treat this far!” I explained. Now she applied the red lip-liner to the rim of my lips, before she applied the clear gel to my lips, from the red line and inwards, before she picked a metallic bloody red lipstick and painted my lips, only to cover my lips with a cerise shimmering semi clear lip gloss. “Could I have your right hand for a moment, so I can finish the treat?” she offered. “Sure, then I need to serve us the dinner you mentioned earlier!” I pointed out in no uncertain terms. “I am looking forwards to our dinner together, rest assured!” she responded as she accepted my right hand, turning up the palm of my hand towards the ceiling, before she carefully applied a semi clear gel to the tip of my thumb, leaving the effect of a sensitive paw pad the original Pony Hologram had not been programmed for, just for the joy of it. Then she continued with the next finger, covering the hide of the tip of the finger, from just after the joint to the tip, just under the nail, then she repeated the process on each of her remaining fingers, before she accepted her left hand, only to continue until she had applied the effect to each and every one of my ten fingers, right and left. “I had to choose a hue slightly different from your natural pink, without getting too far from it. Hope you don’t mind!” she explained. “It is bright, but not too eye catching. I take it you had an interesting idea behind the choice?” I responded. “I expect you to explore them and the other aspects of your treat after dinner. Should leave you with more than enough time to get an idea, even if it may take more time to get used to all the fun!” she offered. “Since you mentioned it, yeah, it is high time for dinner now!” I pointed out as I mentioned it. A Pink Moment: 3Author's Note Pinkie Pie's POV A Pink Moment: 3 I had managed to find enough vegetable for a salad for both of us for our dinner. There had been a few more Muffins, but just enough for a dessert. Guess I could make due. Now I had just slipped into her room, while she is off shopping for the ingredients I will need in order to bake for a few more days. She had to go alone since I can’t go out. I couldn’t leave the building, due to the limitations the emitter is currently imposing upon me. My guess is that Risa is very eager to feed me in order for me to gather the mass required to reject the hologram and thus become a physical individual I have seen hints towards it on numerous occasions already, even if I can’t be certain, partially because she never quite expressed it clearly enough. It isn’t as if I could blame her for what she tries to do for me, even if it may be just as much for herself as it is for me. Voiding the physical limitations of the emitter and the Hologram makes me into her Friend, as opposed to a mere toy that couldn’t leave her home. I wouldn’t go out in case the power or emitter would fail either, which I would find highly convenient on both of us. I like to be real and think of myself as an individual. Who wouldn’t? Now I had found myself on the top of her bed, alone, waiting for her to return with the things she had promised to buy for us to enjoy. She had suggested I could explore myself, or to the point, the effects of the treat she had placed so much effort into. Now would be as good a time as any to pursue it. I could have enjoyed to do it with her, but since she isn’t here right now. It is the thing she had expected me to enjoy the most. Looking back at the situation, my steps still make the squeaking noises and even more pronounced than they had been before dinner. Guess I don’t mind, it reminds me of the treat she gave me. It is a physical link to her and the friendship we share. I still do feel wet, I can’t quite push it out of my mind. It is an unfamiliar sensation, one I guess I am bound to get used to. Yet, this is something I need to explore in order to familiarise myself with. Better to know the effects it has on me and how it will affect me in any given situation. In my situation, there is but one thing to do since I am alone and feeling all wet. I have no idea how I am to react on stimulation now, so I have to take my time and explore it. I may have memories of doing what I had in mind, but there are a few details she changed along the way in her endeavours. The third party accessories are not supported, but it gave me a chance to become her friend the way she intended me to. I am only too happy to make another friend. For a moment, I just lay on the bed, considering my situation and my options in general. I know what I want and what I need. Moving my right hand from the side of my hip along the skin and up to the top of my mound is easy. Experience wanted to make me think the wet feeling would drip and smear, but as my fingers slide over my orchid, my fingers told me otherwise. My orchid is wet and slippery, but my fingers remain stubbornly dry and continues to give the same firm grip. With that I started to rub the wet flesh of my orchid. I feel the thick wet slipperiness all over, from the outer rim and all the way in as far as I pressed my fingers, not that I challenged myself. Something told me she would love exploring me as I am. I couldn’t blame her since I know I will enjoy her doing it. Then it hit me, I feel as if I had been in heat. That is when I have the wet sensation inside like this. It made me excited and excitable in a similar manner as well, if my memory served me, but I never had any problems with my memory, so I have to assume this is how I used to feel as I was in heat too. Only problem with the situation is that I never had hands in any of my memories. I was a Pony and Ponies doesn’t have hands, simple as that. As if I am about to allow this to get in the way? I never allowed anything to get in the way, when I was in the mood, even less so, if I was in heat. For a moment I just keep rubbing the slippery orchid, reveling in the joy the touch of the rubbery flesh gave me as I keep teasing myself. There was little else to do and none better than exploring myself, right now. After a while, I lift up my left hand before my eyes, looking at it as I hold it up, just bending my fingers and turning the hand around. Five sparkly, glossy crystal clear nails. By the looks, I would estimate she made them about an inch long and semi square. I guess they look good, but what would I use them for? As exciting as the looks of my nails were, Isoon turned my attention elsewhere. Enjoying to explore myself and experience it first hand. I had enjoyed the sensations and the sensitivity of my orchid, I still do, I had enjoyed the looks of my hands, and the experience of using them. Since I had seen the hand, I let it fall to my chest, on top of the jigglie. Naturally, the nibble would be the next object to explore. I soon found it very sensitive to the touch. If it is the rough texture of the surface, but I suspect that this goes well beyond the surface of the skin, but all the way in the flesh. Slowly rubbing it made me feel, sensations bubbling to the surface, sensations I may not have been fully prepared for. The mere touch left me moaning. I feel the texture under the tips of my fingers, a somewhat unexpected and unexplored feeling. Maybe the tips of my fingers are a bit like the soles of my hooves, with which I pick up things, or merely walk all over you? I am still incapable of forgetting, every last memory, merely waiting for a cue, a cause to resurface. To be used and useful to me. I know they could be a hindrance and impediment, if I was remembering the wrong things at the wrong time. Or just shadowing what I had at hand. My hand finally left my mound, and the orchid in favour of my face, my lips. I lick the tips of my fingers one at the time, exploring, experiencing the texture as they are, the way my tongue senses the skin. Tasting the flesh and the residue from the juices I had so recently enjoyed. Picking up the scent, remembering the excitement causing it, thus pulling me back down into the maelstrom of emotions elicited by the connection. What finally brought me back, is the sound of feet. I know the girl. She had just returned from the store and I had been waiting for her. She is very much awaited. I love to see her again. I slip my hooves down to the floor, stand up and walk out of the room to greet her. As I open the door, I could see her smiling. She had bought the groceries we need and brought them home. “Hiya, Umi!” I exclaimed. “Hiya, Pinkie!” she exclaimed in response as she continued to walk up towards me. “Let’s get these items to the kitchen where they belong!” I pointed out. “Ah yeah, I guess you distracted me with all your beaming enthusiasm!” she pointed out. “Just place it on the dining table, we can sort it all from there!” I offered. “Sounds like a reasonable start!” she answered and placed all the bags of groceries and other items squarely on the middle of the table as I had suggested. “Milk and eggs goes to the fridge. Good for baking!” I pointed out as I slipped the items out one of her bags and promptly stormed off with them as expressed. “Apples, carrots and salad. I think I leave them on the table. They would not last all that long anyway?” she pondered. “A bag of lower, I’ll take these to the kitchen. Should last me a few days!” I exclaimed, as I walked out with the heavy bag. “An assortment of spices, good for baking, cooking, salads and what ever we could think of later!” I pointed out and carried a selection of small bags and other packages into the kitchen, depositing them among the once I still did have left.
Setting Up Shop: 1Author's Note Risa's POV Setting Up Shop: 1 I had activated my holographic emitter and slipped the stick into the plug, easy enough, if you asked me. The next moment, a set of dials came up on the screen, right under the name Pinkie Pie. Since I wanted her to walk upright in a bipedal pose, while still keep most of her attributes, like her hooves, tail, ears and muzzle, I opted for the Anthropomorphic option named; Anthro. I started with her face, choosing the more equine ears and muzzle. Now I turned the dials for the face to Human, before I adjusted the muzzle to fairly close to minimal. Looking at her chest, I made her entirely Human, just opted for her jigglies to a firm A Cup, but with large and sensitive nibbles, maybe I wanted to make sure I could enjoy her in a different light, if and when I was feeling in the mood. Giving her a very generous mound with a clearly defined orchid as well. Maybe it is just me being playful and random, but that should go well with her personality as far as I understood it. Her arms would stay human and slender, although I chose to make a few small adjustments to her hands, as small and girlish as they appeared at the moment. As a Human girl, I could make her nails longer, opting for a semi square design, but clear with a highly shiny smooth finish to them. I kept her exuberant mane and tale style. Maybe it wouldn’t change her mood, but it made me feel better about it. Even if I could have opted for a straight mane, in the fashion of her more depressed outlook, which I guess I like the look of, but it would sit uncomfortably with me, due to the association with her depression. I couldn’t bring myself to impose the style on her, regardless of what effects it had on her, or if it affected her at all. Now I chose not only to keep the tail, robbing her of it would have been entirely unthinkable to me, but made her hips, legs and hooves fully equine and much more empathised than I could recall from the show. I liked to see her legs defined and her hooves distinct. I did a few further adjustments on minor details, before I declared completion. Once I hit the bottom, she slowly stated to slide out from the screen and floated down to the floor, standing before me within about a minute. “Hiya, my name is Pinkie Pie, I am the hyper party Pony!” she greeted me. “Hiya, Pinkie Pie. I am Risa!” I responded. “Nice to meet you, Risa!” she responded. “Likewise, Pinkie Pie. I have a small treat prepared for you. If you don’t mind, right this way!” I offered. “A treat? I never turn down a treat. Never if a friend is offering it, anyway!” she put forth. “That is what I had been counting on. As I recall, you enjoyed following Rarity to the SPA?” I explained. “Oh yes. I sure did enjoy that. She was enjoying taking me there too!” she pondered. “Then you will love a Hooficure!” I pronounced. “A Hooficure, Rarioty treated me to that at the SPA. I enjoyed it Royally with her!” she pronounced. “Great. If you would just have a seat and I will be right there with you!” I offered. “Okeley dokeley!” she responded, sitting on the share I had indicated for her, smiling brightly at me, in breathless anticipation. “If you place your hooves in the bucket, please?” I instructed her, as I placed the container before her. “Sure. Washing my hooves before you could complete the treat?” she enquired. “I know your hooves are clean, but I like to stick to the routine that comes with the treat. Since this will take a while, I could as well give you a manicure, while we are at it?” I offered generously. “Sounds like fun!” she put forth, extending her hands. “I had been hoping you would say that. Besides, I think I will enjoy extending the treat to you!” I pointed out. I had placed a large can of gel labeled Hand Cream, on the small table beside her. There are several vials labeled nail polish and larger bottles labeled Hoof polish on the table on her left, which incidentally would be my right. “I will just fill up the bucket with the hoof wash, then I will continue with your nails, maybe you could use the hand cream while I prepare for your hooficure?” I suggested as I poured up the clear liquid in the container her hooves were currently resting in. “Sounds about right. Oh, sure!” she responded, scooping up enough of the clear gel and spreading it over the palms of her hands and started to slowly rub it in, feeling the gel slowly being absorbed by the skin, thus making it softer and progressively more elastic as she managed to work it in. “Time for your manicure!” I stated as I accepted her right hand in my left hand, polishing her nails, starting with the thumbnail, from the top centre, then right and left, right and left, painting the back of the nail in the same pattern, before I painted the rim, all the way from the right side of the finger to the left, repeating the process with all the nails in turn, one by one. Once I had finished her right hand’s nails, I picked up her left hand, repeating the process, all over. As I had finished the last nail, I could see a weak pinkish shimmer to the right thumb nail. “Sparkly!” Pinkie Pie observed as she noticed the effect. “That should make the base coat stick to your nails. I have to do it by the book, just like when you have a party, right?” I explained, as I picked up the brush from the base coat, before I started to apply the clear lacquer to her thumb nail in the same pattern as I had used while I polished her nails the first time around, nail by nail, repeating the process meticulously, never missing anything of the nail, while avoiding the skin. “Of course. You have to do it by the book. I appreciate your attention to details, just as I know Rarity does!” she responded with a grin on her face and a giggle on her voice. “One has to pay careful attention to every detail!” I pointed out, while capping the vial and pulling the brush from the top coat, before I repeated the process, with equal care, looking as the lacquer hardened and cured on top of the first layer of cured polish. “I could be the belle of the ball!” she just giggled as I finished the manicure. “Yes, you certainly could. Utter gloss. I think it is time for your hooficure!” I pointed out as I lifted her right hoof out of the liquid, before I started to apply the first layer of gel, making her hoof grow elastic to the point of soft rubber, before I slipped it to the floor and repeated the process to the other hoof, just as I had done with her fingernails. “Shiny!” Pinkie responded as she saw the look of her hooves as I placed the left one back onto the floor, before I picked up her right hoof. “I like shiny!” I responded as I started to polish the right hoof, from the top centre, downwards and then right and left, until I had covered the hoof entirely, thus making the surface grow hard and adamant so she would be able to walk the way I had intended for her. “You do know your Hooficure and Manicure I see!” she pointed out as I slipped the equipment away. “Now is the perfect time for lunch together!” I suggested, hinting towards the next step. “You mean to say that you have Muffins on hand?” Pinkie enquired. “Yes, of course I have Muffins at home, should be enough for both of us!” I pointed out. “Sounds delightful!” she giggled in response, smiling from ear to ear. “Besides, I have enough ingredients for you to spend your entire day in the kitchen as well. I managed to prepare for your arrival, you know, Pinkie!” I pointed out. “Then I will enjoy baking for the both of us, tomorrow, unless we run out of food?” she concluded. “Sounds about right, but right now, I am hungry. Let’s eat?” I offered.
A Pink Treat: 2Author's Note Pinkie Pie's POV A Pink Treat: 2 I had enjoyed a meal with my new friend Risa. She had shared a large stash of assorted Muffins with me. Even though I think she had let me have the most of them, she seems to have enjoyed the Muffins and looks as if she had her fill as well. She had served me fizzy cider to the Muffins, I sure enjoyed it. Maybe I could have had another Muffins or a few more, but I guess I am content, at least for now. “Thanks, I loved every last one of the Muffins, the Cider and your company!” I put forth. “Then I guess it is the right time to offer you a small treat since I know you will hold my kitchen for most of the day by tomorrow!” she offered. “Sounds like fun, I sure am up for it. What did you have in mind?” I enquired. “Your Hooficure and Manicure is just a small portion of a SPA visit, right?” she pointed out. “Yeah, I guess!” I pondered. “Then follow me to the bed room, I would like to show you the next part of your treat!” she offered eagerly. “If you have a treat, you want to offer me, who am I to turn you down?” I reasoned with an added giggle to my voice as I pondered what she would have in store for me. I could see her opening the door before me as we reached the room she had mentioned, the bed clearly waiting for her, neatly made, prepared for the night. Apparently, she had been enjoying a Queen size bed, seems more than enough for the two of us. “I think we can manage this, before it is time for dinner, you know!” she added, pointing towards the bed, indicating for me to lie down before her. While I walked to the room I had noticed that the squeaking noises my hooves makes had increased, while I had been eating, compared with how quiet they had been, just after she had finished the treat before lunch. Of course, the meal had added considerable weight to me, compared with the empty Hologram I had been before she treated me to the Hooficure and manicure, I guess it was bound to affect me deeper than the mere appearance too. “Okeley dokeley!” I responded, taking my place on her left side, as she followed me to the bed. “Since I am treating you, I would like to see you spreading your legs a bit, just enough to give me access to the intimate parts of your anatomy, firstly your mound and jigglies, though!” she put forth, as she looks at me where I lie on her bed as I spread my legs, while she arranges the items required for the treat she had intended for me. “Is this good for you?” I enquired with a distinct giggle to my voice. “Perfect, now I can apply the gel as required in order to affect you as intended!” she responded, smiling back at me, leaning over my hips as she slowly worked in a clear gel all over my mound, knowing it wouldn’t change, although it would stay elastic and shimmer delightfully even in faint light as in a bed room setting. Once she had applied the clear gel to my mound, she moved inwards to the orchid, applying a semi clear gel with a faint cerise glow to it, starting at the outer edges and circling inwards and an inch inside of the orchid, leaving a coarse rubbery texture where it would give me the most fun. Once she was done with the first gel, she picked up another thick clear gel, covering the cerise hide from the outer rim and inches inwards, leaving a slippery surface with a clearly glistering sheen to it. “I feel strangely wet, but I like the feeling, even if this will take a while to get used to!” I expressed with a new smile on my face. “That is unavoidable, but you have more than enough time getting used to it alright!” she responded, as she moved over to her shoulders, before applying a similar semi clear gel to my large nibbles, before applying a thinner clear gel to my nibbles, topping her now coarse rubbery nibbles with slipperiness. “Then I want you to be by my side and help me discover and explore it with me!” I prompted. “I will, just glad you would ask me to. If you would turn around so that I can continue your treat?” she suggested in response. “Okeley dokeley!” I replied, with a wide grin on my face and a clear giggle on my voice. I momentarily closed my legs before turning around, before I parted them once more in order for her to continue. “Is this good for you?” I then added as an afterthought. Yeah. Yes, it is. Now I can continue your teat!” she put forth. Then she leans forwards and apply a thick rubbery gel in between my plump rear cheeks, lending a slight sheen and a thick rubbery feel to it with the coarse texture to the surface from about an inch in and out of the crack. Once she had applied the gel she soon followed up with a medium thick gel, thus lending me a slippery wetness to enjoy as I pleased, if and when I was in the mood for it. She likes to open the doors for as much fun as she could come up with. This was for me, and she likes to make sure I could enjoy myself to the fullest. “Are you sure that will not smear?” I enquired in a more curious voice with a hint of a slight giggle to it. “Yes, definitely. There is no chance that this will smear, wouldn’t be half as fun if it could. It binds permanently to the rubber I applied to your body. This way, you will never need to apply lube ever again. Quite convenient, wouldn’t you say? “ she responded with a smile spreading on her face. “If it works as you suggested, this certainly would be quite convenient. I guess this does explain the wet feeling you gave me too!” I pondered. “Since you expressed it that way, I guess it would. I never tried these on myself before, but you just made it sound very exciting to me. Now if you would sit up on the side of the bed, facing me?” she suggested. “Guess you can’t try it on more than once, then it is there. If you could remove it, you wouldn’t get the intimate sensations desired and it would be entirely pointless!” I reasoned. “Okeley dokeley!” I responded as she closed her legs and turned around before she could sit up and face me. “Good. Now if you would only close your eyes and maintain a gentle smile, just like that?” she instructed me. Once I had closed my eyes, she started to apply a clear gel on my upper right eyelid, from the left side towards her left along the eyelashes and continued stroke by stroke, until she had covered the eyelid and continued all the way up to the eyebrow. From there she repeated the process mirroring each movement. After this, she continued with the lower eyelids, right and left, covering both eyelids in the same manner. As she had finished applying the clear gel, she started with a silver metallic eye shadow, repeating the process, only stopping at the rim of the eye globe both on the right and left, upper and lower eyelids. Now she apply a pink to cerise gel along the eye globes, spreading it twice more, outwards in order to give the effect that the shadows were my natural colour, rather than the pink hue of my natural hide. She finishes the makeup by applying a clear coat all over my face and a glistering black mascara to my eyelashes. “How does it look?” she enquired as she presented a mirror she held up before me face in order for me to see the result. “Not sure if this is anything like Rarity would have done it, but I still like it all the same!” I emphasised. “If I had chosen Rarity, she would have been giving me the treat of a Makeup, rather than I giving one to her. As opposed to you. Just two small details for your treat to be completed!” she pointed out. “Fashion and beauty is her thing, we all know that. To me it is all about having fun and enjoying oneself and every last moment. I sure enjoyed your treat this far!” I explained. Now she applied the red lip-liner to the rim of my lips, before she applied the clear gel to my lips, from the red line and inwards, before she picked a metallic bloody red lipstick and painted my lips, only to cover my lips with a cerise shimmering semi clear lip gloss. “Could I have your right hand for a moment, so I can finish the treat?” she offered. “Sure, then I need to serve us the dinner you mentioned earlier!” I pointed out in no uncertain terms. “I am looking forwards to our dinner together, rest assured!” she responded as she accepted my right hand, turning up the palm of my hand towards the ceiling, before she carefully applied a semi clear gel to the tip of my thumb, leaving the effect of a sensitive paw pad the original Pony Hologram had not been programmed for, just for the joy of it. Then she continued with the next finger, covering the hide of the tip of the finger, from just after the joint to the tip, just under the nail, then she repeated the process on each of her remaining fingers, before she accepted her left hand, only to continue until she had applied the effect to each and every one of my ten fingers, right and left. “I had to choose a hue slightly different from your natural pink, without getting too far from it. Hope you don’t mind!” she explained. “It is bright, but not too eye catching. I take it you had an interesting idea behind the choice?” I responded. “I expect you to explore them and the other aspects of your treat after dinner. Should leave you with more than enough time to get an idea, even if it may take more time to get used to all the fun!” she offered. “Since you mentioned it, yeah, it is high time for dinner now!” I pointed out as I mentioned it.
A Pink Moment: 3Author's Note Pinkie Pie's POV A Pink Moment: 3 I had managed to find enough vegetable for a salad for both of us for our dinner. There had been a few more Muffins, but just enough for a dessert. Guess I could make due. Now I had just slipped into her room, while she is off shopping for the ingredients I will need in order to bake for a few more days. She had to go alone since I can’t go out. I couldn’t leave the building, due to the limitations the emitter is currently imposing upon me. My guess is that Risa is very eager to feed me in order for me to gather the mass required to reject the hologram and thus become a physical individual I have seen hints towards it on numerous occasions already, even if I can’t be certain, partially because she never quite expressed it clearly enough. It isn’t as if I could blame her for what she tries to do for me, even if it may be just as much for herself as it is for me. Voiding the physical limitations of the emitter and the Hologram makes me into her Friend, as opposed to a mere toy that couldn’t leave her home. I wouldn’t go out in case the power or emitter would fail either, which I would find highly convenient on both of us. I like to be real and think of myself as an individual. Who wouldn’t? Now I had found myself on the top of her bed, alone, waiting for her to return with the things she had promised to buy for us to enjoy. She had suggested I could explore myself, or to the point, the effects of the treat she had placed so much effort into. Now would be as good a time as any to pursue it. I could have enjoyed to do it with her, but since she isn’t here right now. It is the thing she had expected me to enjoy the most. Looking back at the situation, my steps still make the squeaking noises and even more pronounced than they had been before dinner. Guess I don’t mind, it reminds me of the treat she gave me. It is a physical link to her and the friendship we share. I still do feel wet, I can’t quite push it out of my mind. It is an unfamiliar sensation, one I guess I am bound to get used to. Yet, this is something I need to explore in order to familiarise myself with. Better to know the effects it has on me and how it will affect me in any given situation. In my situation, there is but one thing to do since I am alone and feeling all wet. I have no idea how I am to react on stimulation now, so I have to take my time and explore it. I may have memories of doing what I had in mind, but there are a few details she changed along the way in her endeavours. The third party accessories are not supported, but it gave me a chance to become her friend the way she intended me to. I am only too happy to make another friend. For a moment, I just lay on the bed, considering my situation and my options in general. I know what I want and what I need. Moving my right hand from the side of my hip along the skin and up to the top of my mound is easy. Experience wanted to make me think the wet feeling would drip and smear, but as my fingers slide over my orchid, my fingers told me otherwise. My orchid is wet and slippery, but my fingers remain stubbornly dry and continues to give the same firm grip. With that I started to rub the wet flesh of my orchid. I feel the thick wet slipperiness all over, from the outer rim and all the way in as far as I pressed my fingers, not that I challenged myself. Something told me she would love exploring me as I am. I couldn’t blame her since I know I will enjoy her doing it. Then it hit me, I feel as if I had been in heat. That is when I have the wet sensation inside like this. It made me excited and excitable in a similar manner as well, if my memory served me, but I never had any problems with my memory, so I have to assume this is how I used to feel as I was in heat too. Only problem with the situation is that I never had hands in any of my memories. I was a Pony and Ponies doesn’t have hands, simple as that. As if I am about to allow this to get in the way? I never allowed anything to get in the way, when I was in the mood, even less so, if I was in heat. For a moment I just keep rubbing the slippery orchid, reveling in the joy the touch of the rubbery flesh gave me as I keep teasing myself. There was little else to do and none better than exploring myself, right now. After a while, I lift up my left hand before my eyes, looking at it as I hold it up, just bending my fingers and turning the hand around. Five sparkly, glossy crystal clear nails. By the looks, I would estimate she made them about an inch long and semi square. I guess they look good, but what would I use them for? As exciting as the looks of my nails were, Isoon turned my attention elsewhere. Enjoying to explore myself and experience it first hand. I had enjoyed the sensations and the sensitivity of my orchid, I still do, I had enjoyed the looks of my hands, and the experience of using them. Since I had seen the hand, I let it fall to my chest, on top of the jigglie. Naturally, the nibble would be the next object to explore. I soon found it very sensitive to the touch. If it is the rough texture of the surface, but I suspect that this goes well beyond the surface of the skin, but all the way in the flesh. Slowly rubbing it made me feel, sensations bubbling to the surface, sensations I may not have been fully prepared for. The mere touch left me moaning. I feel the texture under the tips of my fingers, a somewhat unexpected and unexplored feeling. Maybe the tips of my fingers are a bit like the soles of my hooves, with which I pick up things, or merely walk all over you? I am still incapable of forgetting, every last memory, merely waiting for a cue, a cause to resurface. To be used and useful to me. I know they could be a hindrance and impediment, if I was remembering the wrong things at the wrong time. Or just shadowing what I had at hand. My hand finally left my mound, and the orchid in favour of my face, my lips. I lick the tips of my fingers one at the time, exploring, experiencing the texture as they are, the way my tongue senses the skin. Tasting the flesh and the residue from the juices I had so recently enjoyed. Picking up the scent, remembering the excitement causing it, thus pulling me back down into the maelstrom of emotions elicited by the connection. What finally brought me back, is the sound of feet. I know the girl. She had just returned from the store and I had been waiting for her. She is very much awaited. I love to see her again. I slip my hooves down to the floor, stand up and walk out of the room to greet her. As I open the door, I could see her smiling. She had bought the groceries we need and brought them home. “Hiya, Umi!” I exclaimed. “Hiya, Pinkie!” she exclaimed in response as she continued to walk up towards me. “Let’s get these items to the kitchen where they belong!” I pointed out. “Ah yeah, I guess you distracted me with all your beaming enthusiasm!” she pointed out. “Just place it on the dining table, we can sort it all from there!” I offered. “Sounds like a reasonable start!” she answered and placed all the bags of groceries and other items squarely on the middle of the table as I had suggested. “Milk and eggs goes to the fridge. Good for baking!” I pointed out as I slipped the items out one of her bags and promptly stormed off with them as expressed. “Apples, carrots and salad. I think I leave them on the table. They would not last all that long anyway?” she pondered. “A bag of lower, I’ll take these to the kitchen. Should last me a few days!” I exclaimed, as I walked out with the heavy bag. “An assortment of spices, good for baking, cooking, salads and what ever we could think of later!” I pointed out and carried a selection of small bags and other packages into the kitchen, depositing them among the once I still did have left.
