Queen Pinkie Pie

by Ponyess

First published December 14th, 2014 16:20

Working at the Sugar-Cube Corner is a blast, I see so many happy Ponies each and every day. What more could I possibly ask for? Well, I do need to make a living, but I can scramble the bits to cover the few things I personally need for it since the accommodation is included in my wager, even if the room is small.

What really makes my day, however, is the parties I throw for you. You know; Birthdays, Holidays, Anniversaries, Weddings and whatever other excuse any Pony could possibly come up with. I don’t ask a question about your reasons, so long as I am to throw you that one special party.

Now, my friendship comes at a price. First off, you never break a Promise. I never ask you for a single bit, or any such silly things, but I would like to see you smile, from time to time. I would be happy if you laugh, at me, with me or whatever, so long as it isn’t at the expense of others. Sounds too much to ask?

I guess it is time to tell the secret?

Chapters

An Early Morning, Bright and Pink: 1

An Early Morning, Bright and Pink: 1
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Queen Pinkie Pie

An Early Morning, Bright and Pink: 1

Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

An Early Morning, Bright and Pink: 1

I got up, bright and early. I like to enjoy the day to the fullest since I have so much to enjoy. I started by slipping the pink quilt, decorated with streamers to the side, before I slipped my hooves down onto the floor, affording a quick glance around my room.

Yellow and blue balloons covering most of my ceiling, giving room for little more than a single light from overhead, thus spreading a curious light all over the room reflected and refracted on the surfaces of the balloons.

A single bright pink balloon had apparently strayed from under my bed, I barely avoided popping it.

Light pink wallpapers covering the walls, covered in yellow and blue balloons, sprinkled with pink streamers. I had been ecstatic as I discovered the find, all these many years back.

I have a desk up against the opposing wall. To the right is a window, covered by pink curtains, what else? I can clearly see the wooden door opposing the window, which is about all I had to see.

My hands move up to my waist, then along my flanks along my body all the way up my chest, only to end up on my jigglies. A pair of firm orb-like Cup-Cakes, or a comfortable B-Cup size. I enjoy feeling the soft touch of my jigglies for a moment before my thumbs landed on my large nibbles, thus teasing them for about a minute. The routine was sure to push me the rest of the way, if and whenever I required a slight tease to get around to the day, I just enjoyed it for the feeling of being alive.

As I feel the stirring inside and my heart rise, I lift a hand up, looking at it for a moment, just to see if I am all here. While doing so, the other hand landed on my mound, a finger on top of my orchid, carefully rubbing it, giving me some further boost to pull me right out of bed as I see the sparkling high gloss bright pink nails.

Naturally, I have all the time in the world, right now, or it is how I feel as the bright sunshine finally entered the room. It is part of what I had been waiting for, but I woke just in time to hoof myself a brief tease before it actually did happen.

Just for the joy of it, I pull the first balloon off of my flank, blowing it up, before I tie it up and allow it to ascend to the ceiling. I pull off the yellow and blue in quick succession, in the same manner. Just to repeat the silly act once over on my left flank. As a Party Pony, this is one of my joys. To pull a balloon off of my flank, blow it up and seeing it ascend. To the best of my knowledge, I am the only Pony who could pull off the trick.

My eyes follow the sun as I enjoy the moment while Celestia is raising the sun on our Equestrian sky. Just one of the simple joys of a Pony in Ponyville. Those of us who are up early enough can enjoy the event, for the brief moment it will last, each and every day.

Once the light show is over and my room had been flooded by bright, yellow light I rise to my hooves and pick up the panties chosen for the day, slowly stepping into them Naturally, they are pink, shimmering and glossy. this is one of my more silly vanities, but none has complained this far, why should they? I guess they see it as a very small price to pay for all the joy I shower them with on a daily basis.

Now I pick up the top, a matching pink with wholes scooped out in order to allow my nibbles to breathe. I like them free and in the open. Rarity had added a black border around my nibbles, though, only to highlight the effect of my large nibbles. Of course, I had all my garments created by Rarity. Not just because she is the only Pony in Ponyville who crafts the suits and ensembles she sells in her Boutique, but she is also the best at it. Even if I guess I chose to go to her since she is my friend as well, it counts for alot in my book. Once I had pulled the top down over my head, I momentarily shake my body vigorously in order to feel my jigglies in place.

Just picking up the top, stepping right into it, feeling the material stretch as it moves up my thighs and flanks, stopping just over my hips. with that I fondle my jigglies in order to make sure they are in place comfortably, before I slide my door open and walk out of my room, only sliding the door shut behind me before I bounce down the flight of stairs.

After a steady breakfast, I had walked out, closing the door behind me before I turn my steps towards the village. I like to be seen and they like to see me. That is a Win-Win proposition, as good as you could ever see it, for all I care.

Just bouncing down the streets of Ponyvile, seeing the happy Ponies smile back at me brought so much joy and happiness to me, right along with a smile to my face. Just the way they liked it, I couldn’t bring myself to deny them this one small gift.

This is one of the days when my mane and tail were heavily curled, a sure sign of joy. Any Pony who knew me would take it for a good sign, just as most of them had learned to trust the other signs of my Pinkiesense, or even recognised some of the signs, even if not quite as well as me since I had lived most of my life with them.

I leave happy squeaks as I continue along the street, hooters jiggling merrily with each and every bounce, one good reason for me to keep the top on, even if I had come to enjoy the routine of dressing each morning. Rarity certainly did appreciate the gesture as well since I am one of the few Ponies of Ponyville who do wear anything.