A Pink Party Favour

On my way back home from Twilight Sparkle, I ended up at Rarity’s Boutique. I still do have a few valves with me, after I had left one with Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle respectively.

The chimes jingles merrily as I enter the lobby of the small business. I can’t help but smiling at the simple trick to help her keep track of customers entering and leaving her. Some days she is swamped, other days she is abandoned. Apparently, today she is alone by the table in the kitchen at the back of the store.

“Hiya, Rarity!” I exclaim as I enter the room.

“Greetings, Pinkie Pie; welcome to my Boutique!” she responded, a wide grin firmly over her face.

“How are you on this glorious day, Rarity? I see you managed to take a break from your work!” I commented.

“I am doing quite well, thank you for asking. Are you trying to outshine Celestia’s sun, Pinkie?” Rarity inquired.

“Naeh, I am just in a good mood. The shock, Rarity!” I teased her in response, knowing she commonly did enjoy my kind taunts royally.

“You are always in a good mood, Pinkie Pie. You always giggle and laugh at anything and everything. We love you for the positive spirit. Maybe you could have a cup of tea with me, Pinkie?” she put forth.

“With a village full of friends to keep happy, it is hard not to smile, Rarity. I guess a cup of tea with you would be welcome right about now. You are such a wonderful hostess, Rarity!” I responded with a grin all over my face.

“That is a very heavy responsibility on your part. I merely have to craft the suits we all love to wear; when we need to have something to wear, for whatever reason. Yet, I sense another reason behind your smile today, other than your happy friends. What is it?” she put forth.

“You have Sweetie Belle to look after and raise as well, even if it may look like a small and less important responsibility? You are quite correct, I did have another reason to smile. Something I found in the attic earlier today, if you would like to try one on?” I teased, not directly hinting towards what I was indicating just yet.

“Indeed, you are correct there, Pinkie Pie; I can never forget her at any time, no matter what. Which is, Pinkie Pie?” I concluded.

“This!” I exclaimed, pointing at the little clear and highly elastic rubber valve; “If you just allow me to show you how it works?” I continued, pressing the valve into her belly button before she had the time to protest, or make any response at all.

“It looks like the valve of a Beach Ball!” she responded; “But, how could that be exciting, even to you, Pinkie Pie!” she continued, as she felt the rubber pressed against her flesh.

“Simple; first you uncap it, then you blow it up by exhaling into the valve. Then you simply cap it. Although the fun is in where the effect goes, if you would permit me to demonstrate?” I responded, leaning over and uncapping, before I checked where the air would go, before I gave her a good exhale, making her nails grow to a full inch and a half, twisted the little ring on the valve and continued, making a set of pads sprout and develop on the tip of each of her fingers, from the joint and all the way out to the nail.

“Fancy, how did you do that? Rarity exclaimed as she noticed the effect I had on her, by merely exhaling into the little valve I had placed on her belly button.

“Just like this!” I explained, turning the ring further, inhaling and making her jigglies into a firm orb-like B-Cup, then exhaling and making her nibbles grow considerably.

“That looks quite presentable!” she put forth, placing her fingers onto the right and left nibbles, slowly, carefully rubbing them with the tips of her fingers, only to give me a deep gasp in shock and surprise as response to the sensations she had elicited from the mere touching the nibbles, large as they are now.

“Yeah, but also quite enjoyable; you just need to take the time to adjust to the effects. Be careful!” I pointed out, turning the ting once more, before I exhaled and turned it yet again, giving her yet another tease as her mound and orchid expanded delicately while the orchid grew considerably more sensitive in the process.

“I barely noticed that. Yet, what I think you just did is for my private joy, not for public exposure?” she suggested carefully in a more diplomatic voice, glad she did not have Sweetie Belle close by at the moment.

“That feels like a good observation. I can touch details great and small, private or public. Easy as that, with just a bit of sensitivity, just like this!” I responded, inhaling on the next turn, then exhaling again on the next, feeling her waist narrow and her hips expand nicely.

“I think I may have to sit down for a moment. I hope I can manage to control the effects!” she responded.

“Maybe this is enough of a demonstration?” I inquired as I finally capped the valve and pushed it back into the belly button all the way, leaving it invisible to any Pony who didn’t know exactly what they were looking for.

“Sounds about right. I need some time to get used to the changes. Aside from playing around with certain aspects of myself in order to get used to what you just gave me!” she pointed out.

“Then I will leave you to your business. Here is a spare you can give Sweetie belle; if and when you feel it is right for her to have it. I imagine you have some experiences to enjoy exploring, Rarity!” I put forth.

“Thank you, Pinkie Pie. I will look forwards to when you come by next time. Have a nice day!” she responded.

“I will be seeing you soon enough, Rarity. I love spending time with you too, you know. If you don’t mind; maybe I will see you tomorrow?” I exclaimed as I walked out, only stopping by the door in order to open it and close it behind myself.

Seems we forgot the tea, but I distracted her with the valve. Since I am close to home, maybe I should finally get home now, bouncing the short distance from the Carousel Boutique to the Sugar-Cube Corner.

“Why do I feel so wet, all of a sudden?” Rarity exclaimed quietly, making sure not to whine since it was not befitting her in the situation.

“Maybe I had better explored what she gave me now, before Sweetie belle comes home?” she thought to herself.

Rarity merely made herself a cup of tea, slowly sipping on the hot brew, before she cleaned up the kitchen and walked up the flight of stairs. Once on the second floor, she went into her room, closing the door carefully behind herself; not because she expected any Pony to get up to the second floor where her room was located, more on the count of her sense of decency.

Exploring what she had before her would be more comfortable if the door is firmly closed behind her. First she merely lifts her right hand up before her face, looking critically at her no long nails. What she could see give her the impression others would imagine she had been at the SPA, in order to have her nails meticulously made. The smooth, shiny surface glistering like gems, feeling as if Lotus or Aloe had been hard at work polishing them. The perfect, even curve of the now semi square nails, both ends had the same curve by the looks of it.

As she lifted her left hand up before her; palm up, she could clearly see the pads in a slight hint towards pink, looking as if it had been made out of a coarse rubber, which would ensure the grip and desired sensitivity. Rubbing the tips of thumb and fore finger together; lightly, she could feel a heightened sensitivity, which would take her a while to get used to, as pleasurable and convenient as it may be. As she finished rubbing her fingers together, she placed the tip of her left forefinger onto the right thumb nail, rubbing it, just to see how it would feel. The surface as smooth as could be wished for.

Rarity chose to go to the desk and sit down onto the share. Once firmly seated, she placed her hands on her jigglies, feeling the stiff firmness of the orbs her jigglies had turned into. Momentarily enjoying the complimentary sense she extracted from what her friend Pinkie Pie had gifted here, mere minutes earlier. Once she had satisfied herself with the feel, she placed the tips of her thumb and forefingers on her now large nibbles. Rubbing the nibbles still shocked her, even as the initial surprise had subsided. This was certainly something to get used to. The sensitivity and excitability was well beyond her wildest expectation and experience. Then there is the squeaking noises from rubbing her nibbles with her fingers. If the sensitivity of her fingers had been a shock, the nibbles were close to overwhelming now as she had the time to explore it more fully.

With a gasp, she let go of her nibbles and placed her right hand on top of her mound, soon finding the orchid where she knew it would be, only larger and more sensitive than she had dared to imagine.

The wetness I had imagined from the expressed sensation was confirmed squarely. I certainly am just as wet as I had imagined. On second thought, my juices are much thicker than I had imagined, but the surface is just so much coarser than I had dared to hope, as if made out of specifically made rubber.

A new gasp escaped my lips, each and every time my finger slip over my orchid. Before I knew it, I was coming, hard and fast; in time with my breathing as it turned out. I just couldn’t make myself move my hand off of my mound and thus take the finger off of my orchid. I did not want to let go of the experience right now.

Once I finally managed to make myself pull my hand up to my face I realised that the finger still is dry, none of my juices had smeared on the pad on the tip of the finger.

I hear a sound from downstairs, Sweetie Belle had apparently gotten home. I make an effort to gather my wits and compose myself. Once I feel secure in leaving my room, I raise to my hooves and open the door as I walk out of the room, closing it behind me. The valve hidden in my left hand as I slowly walk down the flight of stairs.

“I think I need a cup of tea, would you like to have a cup too, Sweetie Belle?” I inquire.

“Yes, Rarity, a cup of tea would be great right about now!” she responded.

“Then I make enough for the both of us!” I declared, placing the valve on her belly button as I walk past her in the small kitchen.