A Reined in Mannequinby PonyessChaptersA New Morning: 1A Visit Paid - In Order to Place an Order: 2By the Pink and the Purple: 3A New Morning: 1Author's Note Rarity's POV A New Morning: 1 I had woken up to a particularly bright morning. The sun slowly breached the curtains of the room I slept in, thus pulling me back to the here and now. Carefully folding the quilt before I slip my legs to the edge of the bed before I slip my hooves to the floor quietly in a ladylike manner, befitting a sophisticated Unicorn like myself. After a moment I rose to my hooves, standing up as I looked out the window. I slip my panties off of me, kicking them up, catching them, before I walk to my wardrobe between the door and my desk, picking a pair of fresh once I step into. Yesterday’s panties now safely resting in the wash bin in my basement. I pick up a shimmering, light blue top, holding it over my head and pull it on, only giving the tight garment a tentative tug in order to ensuring myself it did sit on just right. Pinking the matching skirt, stepping into it right and left, just giving it a single tug to see it is on. With that I am dressed and close the door to the wardrobe behind me. I pull out the chair and sit down, uncapping the vial of semi clear nail polish and place it before me, momentarily looking at it. After a glance at my hands, I pick up a file and soften the corners slightly, before I polish my nails with a special piece of cloth. Lifting the brush out of the vial, putting it to the centre of my nail and draw it all the way down, then repeating right and left, right and left, top and under the nail before I finish by sealing it in place by painting the edge from the right to the left. Now I just repeat the process for each of my nails, one by one. As I had finished the nails of my right hand I repeated the process with the nails of my left hand, only to hold my hand in place under the UV light that cures the inch long semi square nails in sixty seconds. As I hear the discreet chime I pull my hands out and examine them once more. As I see the high gloss I decide I am done here. Before I leave my room, I apply the light blue to cerise eye shadow on my eyelids and a glossy black to my eyelashes. Now I merely apply a lip gloss to my lips. “Good morning, Sweetie Belle. Time for breakfast!” I announced as I knocked on her door. “Good morning, Rarity. I will be down in a moment!” she responded. “Good. We seem to have a particularly fine day ahead of us!” I responded, before I walked to the staircase and down the flight of stairs to the ground level where our kitchen is located. “Yes, it seems like it!” she responded, before I was out of earshot. Once I had reached the kitchen behind the Boutique, I poured up fresh water in the boiler and waited for it to heat up. While waiting I picked up a pair of cups, levitating them to the table. I found a bottle of juice and a bowl of salad in the fridge I placed on the table. A pair of glasses soon found themselves by the respective cups, before two smaller bowls and forks. I find it very convenient to be a Unicorn at times like this. Levitation is more than merely a pair of extra hands, I can move things well out of reach conveniently. Even out of sight, even if that is more complicated. A moment after I had finished serving us our breakfast, I hear the sound of boiling water and lift the boiler to the table and place it onto the thick profiled black silicon mat in the middle of the table, once I had filled up the cups for both of us, watching the water taking on the colour indicating that the tea was ready, before lifting the leaves out of the cups and placing them on the stand on the left of the cups. I had chosen a blend of early grey, one of my favourites, by the way. Sweetie Belle had learned to enjoy this blend in particular with me for breakfast. Now I fill up both our bowls, before I pick up my fork in my right hand, carefully stabbing a few of the green vegetables. Levitating the cup to my lips, sipping slowly at first as it is very hot, yet never to make a single noise in the lady like fashion. I am too sophisticated to make noises as I enjoy my tea any time of the day. “Thanks, you fixed breakfast. Juice, I love you, Rarity!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed. “You are quite welcome. Yes, I did. I know how much you enjoy your juice in the morning!” I responded. There was a knock on the outer door, just as I had finished my breakfast and levitated my cup, glass, bowl and fork off of the table. “Just a moment and I will be right with you!” I answered and walked out of the kitchen. “Greetings!” I said as I had opened the door. “Greetings, Rarity. I have your latest delivery!” he answered. “Thank you. Right on time!” I responded. “Sign here!” he continued and pointed at a line on the form on a clipboard he presented. “Certainly!” I offered as I lifted the pen and signed for the delivery, before I levitated it into the Boutique. “Have a nice day!” he responded as he turned and walked along the street on his way back. As I had carried the package into the back of the store and into the small store room, where I keep fabrics, threads and any other supplies I don’t need at the time. Naturally I store the more expensive fabrics and thread in here too. I am not one of these Satyrs who love showing off, even if I enjoy to be in the spotlight. Once I closed the door behind me, I break the seal of the off brown beige cardboard box. The mannequin is exactly the way I had ordered it, just a week ago. I need a new mannequin. This is an athletic teenage Mare. An off white with the general facial expression. From what I could see, she is exactly the measurements I had requested. As I was pulling the cardboard out from under her, I touched her, place my right hand on her shoulder. Nothing special about it, I do touch my mannequins in this fashion on a daily basis as I work with them. Nothing any Satyr would complain about any time soon. I had noticed the one off detail, she is wearing a black, shiny rein. An item one may use for a horse, or in a closed room for sensual bed room play, something I had gotten wind of in my capacity as Fashionista. I just had no opportunity to explore it with my sister living with me, aside from the small detail, I have none to share and explore it with. Then I realized, the mannequin had more soulful eyes, not the standard painted on eyes commonly used for a mannequin. Just did not pay. The expense could not be excused. Her bright blue eyes felt as if she was actually looking back at me, observing me. I can’t quite put a finger on the sensation, but it was a bit on the creepy side since it is an inanimate object, a mannequin, not a living Satyr. As much as her eyes had made me want to look away from her face, I noticed that the design of this rein is so tight it keeps he muzzle sealed tight, but apparently without being painful, mainly due to the elastic material and the exact fit applied in this case, only working towards creeping me out further. At first the surface had merely been white plastic, neither shiny and slippery not mate and coarse. At this point, her hide looks and feels like that of my own. The colour had not changed all that much, just enough for me to pick up on the change. She still has no mane, but the tail had taken on a colour, quality and style of my very own, as if she had been made to my measures. I certainly had not asked for it, I never would have paid for this level of detail either. Good thing I had paid for this already, unless I had intended to return her in hope to have her replaced by a standard version. As my eyes moved over her, down along the body I soon stop at her jigglies, orb-like B-Cups, fit for an athletic teen Mare, for all I could see. Only now her large nibbles did look a while lot more sensitive and sensual, as I examined them. Almost as if the mannequin had been my lover. That though gave me a strange feeling all over. Her slender arms ending in sensitive and sensual hands, not too unlike my very own. Then it hit me, these were my hands. She even had my manicure, the same style to her nails and the same shimmer and hue. Her waist is narrow and her hips wide with a large mound and overly detailed orchid, as if she truly had been intended as a lover, for me or some other Satyr. Maybe it was good my little sister Sweetie Belle is too young for these things, after all. She stands on powerful legs in the typical Satyr pose. The muscles large and well defined in a beautiful look any mare could have been proud of. Then my eyes landed on her hooves, once again, my hooves, even down to the hooficure. Apparently, they have the same sheen and hue as my very own hooves. I looked up, not comfortable to see more. I may have seen all I need to see, but still. Only to look into her eyes once more. The eyes are not mine, but for some reason, they kind of looks as if they had belonged to Pinkie Pie. As I look at her face and avoid the eyes, I notice a pair of more ordinary perking equine ears. Just a pair of ordinary ears, thankfully. Her mare’s muzzle is short, standard, nothing special about that either. This is when I finally did look closer at the rein. I had initially taken it for one crafter out of leather. Now I realised it couldn’t have been leather, as much as I may have preferred it right now. This is a rubber rein. It had been molded out of a single strap, no seams or any other common features for a leather rein. Slipping my right index finger along the shiny material, I realised, this certainly was not painted on, it is an item of fetish quality. Very well crafted as well. The craftsmareship required to make this was astonishing to me, considering the situation and what I saw it used for, as opposed to what it actually was. If only I had known. A Visit Paid - In Order to Place an Order: 2Author's Note Pinkie Pie's POV A Visit Paid - In Order to Place an Order: 2 The rays of the sun woke me up, bright and early. Reflections from an ocean of shiny balloons reflected on my face. I had released them there, the blue and yellow once I had pulled from my flanks and inflated in the morning, so many days. As I open my eyes I had found a wide grin spread all over my face, my mane heavily curled, a sure sign of a good day, in ambush. Sliding the quilt off of my body, sliding my legs to the side of the bed and slipping my hooves to the floor. I almost popped a stray pink balloon that had incidentally strayed from under my bed where I keep the special once Twilight had enchanted with her special Alicorn magic. The balloons are in various levels of opaque to transparency. To me it is basically all the same, they are my balloons. The once I have puled from my very own flank in the morning, storing them as an ocean under the ceiling and hidden under my bed. I had no more space for them, as numerous as they were. I use them on my parties and gives them to the fillies and colts as gifts on special occasions. Of course, there is an added bonus of having a sea of balloons covering your ceiling, particularly if they are shiny and transparent. They lent me the feel of a disco, which apparently did go well with me. I wear a pair of special panties in bed, transparent, shiny once that covers my entire hips in a very tight fit. I had asked Rarity to craft them for me, all these many years ago as she had very few customers, even in Satyrvile. She had agreed to craft these highly complimentary panties for me. Aside from the panties, she had given me a matching top for me. Apparently it had been on the house, as one called it in a bar. I guess I will enjoy the effect of this top as well, for many years to come. My B-Cup jigglies are still orb-like, since I have grown beyond the teenagers Cup-Cakes, which I am not mourning in the least. I am a grown mare in my own right, I need not worry about these things. Actually, I do have enough of these suits, or bikinis, panties and tops to have a fresh one each night. She had crafted them for me from time to time. I love seeing Rarity. I raise to my hooves and slip the quilt back in place. Once my bed is neatly made I can focus on the day at hand. Walking to the wardrobe behind the door, slipping out of my panties, kicking them up and catching them before I tossed them into the washing bin, then slip the top up over my head and allow it to follow my panties down to the basement were I will wash them later. Now I open the wardrobe, pulling out a pair pair of glistering, shimmery panties and step right into them. From there I move on to pick up a pink top with black edges, pulling it down over my head, giving it a tentative tug, ensuring it is on properly. Finishing by picking a skirt, stepping into it. Incidentally, the skirt had been made with the outlines of blue and yellow balloons as a nod to my mark. Once I had put on the ensemble, I give my room a final look. Affording the framed images a glance over, images of parties I threw in the past, I enjoy the pink cherry wood covering the floor and the pink wallpaper with streamers and confetti all over it. Incidentally I had the wallpaper over my door as well, so it had to be liberated in order for me to be able to open it after that, but it had been a hilarious incident. I slide the door to the right before I stepped out of the room and closed the door behind me. Affording a glance on each and every framed image on my way as I bounced down the flight of stairs to the ground floor. I slide the door to the right before I stepped out of the room and closed the door behind me. Affording a glance on each and every framed image on my way as I bounced down the flight of stairs to the ground floor. Comfortably bouncing down the streets towards the Carouselle Boutique as I advance on the intended address of a Rarity Filligree. The top holding my jigglies in place, as the skirt merely accentuated the mark on my flanks. Of course, the bright neon cerise boots adds a joyous squeak to my step, shimmering and shiny as they are, thus matching the suit. Cheerfully waving at each and every Satyr on my way, greeting them with the signature smile. I couldn’t withhold the friendly response from my fellow Satyrs if I tried, not in the mood I am now. Why bother? Mere minutes after I had set off and left the Sugar-Cube Corner Café I spotted the Boutique. The Open sign was clearly visible as I approached the building. All the Mannequins clearly in the windows to the right and left of the entrance door, show casing her latest designs, both casual, stylish and festive once for Mares and Stallions alike. One is wearing a suit consisting of a brown leader vest and harness for farming and matching boots for hard work in mud or wet grasses. Another is wearing a more festive suit, consisting of a top and skirt with comfortable and colourful shoes., with a similar matching male version by her side. Something I could consider wearing from time to time, with the adjustments for my style and colour choices, in order for it to blend with my pink body and mane. A mare standing confidently, wearing a brilliant gown, decorated with expertly spread gems matching both her coat and the fabric of the gown, a stallion standing by her side, wearing a smart, stylish male suit. On closer inspection I noticed his arm around her waist in a warm gesture, and her smiling back at him. As I reach the door I give it a firm signature knock, letting her know I was at the door. “Come in, Pinkie Pie!” she responded an instant later. “Hiya, Rarity I exclaimed as the chimes sounded, as the door quietly shut behind my back while I walked into the front room of the boutique. “Nice to see you too, Pinkie Pie. I take it you had a request for a suit you wanted me to create for you?” she prompted. Thanks, Rarity. Yeah, I would like a new cheery suit. A tight pink suit and a matching top with integrated panties and a pair of boots and gloves. I would like the ensemble to shimmer with a glossy finish to it. Something that goes well with my exuberant nature I can bounce and wheel in for years to come!” I stated matter of fact. “I love creating your suits, Pinkie Pie. Always something new and utterly ridiculous, but you can wear it. You always give me a new challenge that helps me stay on the edge and develop my skills!” she responded. “If I wasn’t around, entertaining you all day, Satyrville would be a very depressing, gloomy place. I certainly couldn’t permit that, as long as there is anything I could possibly do about it, Rarity!” I pointed out with a hint of a giggle on my voice. “You certainly do brighten the day and our lives here in Satyrville. Maybe you would like to take a look at the new Mannequin that was finally delivered to me earlier today?” Rarity put forth. “Woah, they finally delivered it to you, Rarity? I want to be the first to see it after you!” I responded. “Since Spike hasn’t been here today, you will be. I couldn’t show Sweetie Belle the Mannequin. You will understand why, once you see it!” she pointed out, leading me to the small room where she keeps the stock of more expensive and exquisite materials. “Oh. Now I simply have to see it!” I responded as she opened the door to the room, leading me in, pointing at the new mannequin. “I knew you wanted to see it!” she pointed out. “You mean the one that looks like you? Still, she has my eyes. Almost as if she had been our fillie in the teens?” I observed, giggling hysterically at the sight. “I guess you could put it that way, Pinkie Pie. She is beautiful, but I can’t show her to any minors, the way she looks. The rein wouldn’t exactly make it appropriate, either!” she explained, matter of fact to the point. “The rein is exquisite, can I take it off? I would love to try it on, just to see if it would fit me. I feel an urge to try it on in order to see how it would feel!” I exclaimed. “Since it is you, you may take it of and try it on. Had it been any other Satyr, the answer would have been NO!” she stated. “Thanks, Rarity!” I responded as I reached for the rein, slowly exploring the feel of the material and the design, before I managed to pull it off of the mannequin. You are quite welcome, Pinkie Pie. I hope it feels as good to wear it as you imagine it would. I would hate for you to be disappointed!” rarity responded as I pulled the rein off and managed to slip it on. Only now I couldn’t open my mouth, so I had to make due with nodding and making gestures. The rein did indeed feel comfortable to wear. I had not expected quite this tight a fit. I knew the mannequin is just a plastic doll, it couldn’t be an exact fit on me, particularly since the mannequin was looking like Rarity. Just as I had no idea as to why it looks so much like her. After a moment, I lift my hands up to my face in order to explore the rein with my hands on my face, this was truly an exact fit, not too tight. As I tried to pull it off I soon realised it was impossible. Not because it had fused on my head, but it just refused to come off. I carefully blinked to her as she was looking at me while I failed to remove the rein. “Do you need help, takeing it off, Pinkie Pie?” she enquired sympathetically as she looked at me. I just nodded affirmatively at her, trying my best to convey what I wanted for her to do. “Why couldn’t I take the rein off? It was easy to put on. It isn’t as if it was too tight or stuck to my face either. Had it was too tight or stuck to my face it would have explained it!” I thought quietly to myself. Rarity carefully placed her hands on my head, exploring the rein and how it followed my head exactly, as if it had been crafted for me. Then she slowly puled it off of my head, as easily as I had put it on. “Woah!” I exclaimed as she put the rein back on the mannequin, where it belonged. “That rein is definitely you. Why didn’t you take it off yourself? Did you want for me to do it? Or were you imply incapable of pulling it off of your head?” she enquired quietly, picking her words deliberately. “I think I would love one, but this rein isn’t for me. I am incapable of taking it off. Maybe it has been magically enhanced in order to prevent the wearer from removing it on her own? There is something exciting about the feel of it, unless that is part of the magic used in the creation of the rein? For as long as I wore the rein, I was rendered mute, I couldn’t pronounce the words or even try to!” I pointed out. “Since you love the rein, I could make one for you in the same design. If you want the same effects, I suggest you ask Twilight Sparkle, I design, create and sell suits. An enhancement on this level is way beyond what I would attempt, even for you!” she pondered. “If you would create such a rein for me from this design, I may require a few more accessories to go with it. Then I will go to Twilly about it. Just don’t take ff the rein for any reason, Rarity. I can’t put the reasons into words right now. It is just a feeling I have!” I pointed out. “Then I merely place the rein on your already long list of garments you requested from me. The rein will stay on the Mannequin and out of sight, I promise!” she responded as she followed me out of the room. “Just make that a Pinkie Promise! Since you will be busy here, I leave you to it. I pick them up when I have word of completion!” I put forth. “I certainly am!” she responded, performing the rite as she pronounced the promise. “Thanks, Rarity, Good. I’m eagerly awaiting the day when you have completed my order!” I said. “See you, Pinkie Pie!” she responded as I walked out the door and left the boutique. “You too, Rarity!” I added as the door closed behind me. I knew she would create the suit I came to ask of her. Just that the mannequin was a welcome surprise. The rein, on the other hand, filled me up with unexpected and unexplained excitement. I bounced down the road a few blocks, before the excitement overwhelmed me and Islipped into wheeling down the street for a mile or two, giggling excitedly. First a block from the castle I managed to slip back into my more regular bouncing. It wasn’t the distance that made the difference, just as approaching the castle did little to nothing to calm me down. Exuberance of my nature just doesn’t calm down by itself, I had to make a conscious effort to bring myself into check. As I reached the door of Twilly’s castle, I stopped short and walked the final steps before I knocked her door. “Welcome, Pinkie Pie!” came Spikes voice from the other side of the door before he got to the door and opened for me. “Hiya, Spike!” I giggled in return as I followed him into the castle as he moved aside in order to allow me entrance. “Your spirit is truly soaring today, Pinkie Pie!” Spike pronounced as he was leading me through the castle to the throne room, where Twilly was sitting. By the Pink and the Purple: 3Author's Note Pinkie Pie's POV By the Pink and the Purple: 3 I had followed Rarity’s advice, for once, but on this occasion she had made sense to me. I wanted to have the item and Rarity could only craft the garment to the effect, but not apply the incantation to give me the effect I had in mind. Rarity had been true to her word and produced the rein, even to the effect of making more than one for me. I had seen her making them. I guess it can be more joy to see others work than meets the eye. After quietly sitting by the side, while helping her pick up items and pointing out the desired colours, I had happily paid her quite handsomely for her work and the effort. I could do nothing less, even considering her as a friend and the element of generosity. For one, the element was not an impediment, but actually did pay her. “Thank you Rarity. I am quite certain Twilight Sparkle can perform her part, you know how she does come through when it is important!” I had pointed out as I went out. “You are quite welcome Pinkie Pie. Yes, dear, I do know!” she responded as she saw me go, leaving towards the Castle. The stretch from the Carousel Boutique to the Royal castle is not all that much, not to me at least. I had bounced there merrily humming one of my party tunes excitedly all the while. As I reached the door, I had knocked insistently, only to hear steps approaching the door. Spike had been there, just as I guess I had been expecting. “Hiya, Pinkie Pie. Welcome in!” he greeted me. “Hiya, Spike. And thank you!” I responded as I followed him into the castle, while he carefully closed the door behind me. “Is Twilight in?” I inquired as he led me into the castle, before Spike could have said anything. “Yes, Twilight Sparkle is in. I think she will be quite happy to see you, today!” spike responded with a light chuckle. I had followed Spike through the castle, from the door and all the way into the inner sanctum the research library is representing. It is in the basement, hidden from casual view, and highly inaccessible to anyone who doesn’t know where it is, and doesn’t know the princess well enough in the first place. Naturally, I had carried all the reins Rarity had made for me in my saddle bags. Out of sight and out of mind. Easily accessible, when I needed them in the open. “Twilight, Pinkie Pie is here to see you in an urgent business of hers!” Spike prompted as he saw Twilight in the middle of the study, facing the reading pulpit with a heavy tome open. “Thank you, Spike. You can return to your regular duties, I know she can find her way by herself!” Twilight responded. “Okay, Twilight!” he responded and turned to walk out, heading towards his duties elsewhere. “Hiya, Pinkie Pie!” Twilight then pronounced from the middle of her studies. “Hiya, Twilight. I have a special request to ask of you, you see I need these to be enchanted and you are the only Pony who can perform the enchantment for me!” I pointed out, on the point and directly. “Just an enchantment? I can do that for you. What is the enchantment? I take it you have the item you wanted enchanted on your person, Pinkie!” she put forth. “This is a special enchantment. I have the items in my saddle bags, and the enchantment is right here!” I explained as I pulled out a book with a set of different enchantments. “I think we take this in my private studies, Pinkie. I recognize the style of the book, even if I have not seen it, or heard of the author writing it before!” she expressed. “Makes sense. These are highly intimate items for private use. Nothing even I wanted to spread in the open!” I responded. “I was expecting as much, nice to see that you had noticed it, Pinkie!” she added as she was leading me towards the small room with a sturdy table in the middle. Once we got to the room, Twilight opened the door with her magic and closed it behind me as I had entered after her. The room may be small and insignificant looking, but I guess that is the point of going here. Like with the rest of the castle, the floor, walls and ceiling is the same crystal. “If you place the item or items on the table, while I read up on the enchantment you had in mind, Pinkie!” she pointed out as I handed her the book in question. “Okelay, dokelay!” I responded, before I opened the saddle bags and pulled out the reins and placed them on the table in a loose formation, according to what the book had depicted. Twilight adjusted the formation slightly as she read. Once she had finished reading, I could see the tip of her horn aglow. The light slowly grew in intensity, and then flowed down from the tip and all the way down as an avalanche in slow motion. I guess this is a pun of a comparison, but I couldn’t escape the idea. The light continued to grow in intensity as she drew magic and focused it in her horn. A moment later the light shot out and hit the reins, then enveloped them in a chrysalis of magical light. The light kept growing in intensity for a while, then slowly subsided and dissipated as the spell had finished. “There you go. I hope it will be as fun and exciting as you had expected!” Twilight expressed excitedly. I could see that the black leather had changed into what could only be a clear, pink rubber. It looks smooth and slippery. “I would need to try it on, before I know if it words as intended!” I responded. “Then you could do it right here while I oversee your exploit!” Twilight promised. “Thanks, Twilly. I think that would be safer!” I pointed out. “Yes, and you are quite welcome!” she responded as she picked up the item and slowly placed it over my face. I could feel the rubber touch the skin around my muzzle as it slipped eagerly into place. Then it continued to slide along my cheeks as she pressed it around my ears. She finished by snapping the strap in under my chin and around my neck. “How does it feel?” she inquired, eagerly in an uncharacteristically curious voice. Only now I can’t respond, my lips sealed and not a word came to mind. “Explore it with your hands, I want to see how it came out!” she urged me, so I lift my hands up to my face. Naturally I feel the rubber straps covering my face. The strap around my muzzle, the once following the skin all the way back and behind my neck. I even feel the one under my chin and the once behind my ears. They are just as smooth as I had expected, even as smooth as the crystal the walls in the room are comprised out of. To my surprise, I can’t get a finger in under the straps. It isn’t as if they were all that tight, I can’t feel them more than I had while they were made out of leather. I guess skin tight is the word coming to mind. When I tried to slip a nail in under the strap, even that failed. Drawing a finger along my lips in order to see why I couldn’t part my lips. Yet, now I can’t feel more than the rim, a distinct line between my lips, but I can’t press my finger any further. “I take it you need help in order to get the reins off of your head, Pinkie Pie! she pointed out as I completed my exploration. I could but nod, which is as much I could do. I couldn’t say a word, or even think of saying them at all, as if I never had been able to speak in my entire life. Yet, there was something exciting about this effect I just couldn’t put my finger to. She placed her right index finger on the middle of my lower lip, I could feel it. Then she pushed further, just for the tease. To my surprise, the lip feels almost like as if it had been made out of rubber, but her finger slowly slipped in. There was nothing I could have done in order to prevent her. She withdrew her hand with a curious expression on her face before she placed her hands to the right and left, feeling the reins on my face. Then she snapped the reins open and pulled the straps and then the reins off of my face. “Thanks, Twilight Sparkle!” I put forth as she had placed my reins on the table. “That was an experience!” she put forth. “Not only were my lips sealed, but I was mute. I couldn’t get my fingers in under the straps and I couldn’t even think the words to speak!” I explained. “I think it is best you don’t wear these by yourself, Pinkie Pie. I guess you could come back, any time you like if I am here and have a minute to spare!” she offered. “Thanks, I appreciate it, Twilly!” I added. She opened the door and followed me out of the room as I finished gathering my reins and slipping them into my saddle bags where I had kept them hidden on my way here. “Oh, and keep the book. I am sure you will have some fun with that!” I added as I continued, bouncing behind her. “I will see you when you get back, or any time we stumble into one another, Pinkie!” she added. “Yeah. I am sure we will. Besides, we have a meeting in two days!” I added as I bounced up the flight of stairs, then to the door where I stopped in order to open. Once I had opened the door I walked out, and closed the door.
A New Morning: 1Author's Note Rarity's POV A New Morning: 1 I had woken up to a particularly bright morning. The sun slowly breached the curtains of the room I slept in, thus pulling me back to the here and now. Carefully folding the quilt before I slip my legs to the edge of the bed before I slip my hooves to the floor quietly in a ladylike manner, befitting a sophisticated Unicorn like myself. After a moment I rose to my hooves, standing up as I looked out the window. I slip my panties off of me, kicking them up, catching them, before I walk to my wardrobe between the door and my desk, picking a pair of fresh once I step into. Yesterday’s panties now safely resting in the wash bin in my basement. I pick up a shimmering, light blue top, holding it over my head and pull it on, only giving the tight garment a tentative tug in order to ensuring myself it did sit on just right. Pinking the matching skirt, stepping into it right and left, just giving it a single tug to see it is on. With that I am dressed and close the door to the wardrobe behind me. I pull out the chair and sit down, uncapping the vial of semi clear nail polish and place it before me, momentarily looking at it. After a glance at my hands, I pick up a file and soften the corners slightly, before I polish my nails with a special piece of cloth. Lifting the brush out of the vial, putting it to the centre of my nail and draw it all the way down, then repeating right and left, right and left, top and under the nail before I finish by sealing it in place by painting the edge from the right to the left. Now I just repeat the process for each of my nails, one by one. As I had finished the nails of my right hand I repeated the process with the nails of my left hand, only to hold my hand in place under the UV light that cures the inch long semi square nails in sixty seconds. As I hear the discreet chime I pull my hands out and examine them once more. As I see the high gloss I decide I am done here. Before I leave my room, I apply the light blue to cerise eye shadow on my eyelids and a glossy black to my eyelashes. Now I merely apply a lip gloss to my lips. “Good morning, Sweetie Belle. Time for breakfast!” I announced as I knocked on her door. “Good morning, Rarity. I will be down in a moment!” she responded. “Good. We seem to have a particularly fine day ahead of us!” I responded, before I walked to the staircase and down the flight of stairs to the ground level where our kitchen is located. “Yes, it seems like it!” she responded, before I was out of earshot. Once I had reached the kitchen behind the Boutique, I poured up fresh water in the boiler and waited for it to heat up. While waiting I picked up a pair of cups, levitating them to the table. I found a bottle of juice and a bowl of salad in the fridge I placed on the table. A pair of glasses soon found themselves by the respective cups, before two smaller bowls and forks. I find it very convenient to be a Unicorn at times like this. Levitation is more than merely a pair of extra hands, I can move things well out of reach conveniently. Even out of sight, even if that is more complicated. A moment after I had finished serving us our breakfast, I hear the sound of boiling water and lift the boiler to the table and place it onto the thick profiled black silicon mat in the middle of the table, once I had filled up the cups for both of us, watching the water taking on the colour indicating that the tea was ready, before lifting the leaves out of the cups and placing them on the stand on the left of the cups. I had chosen a blend of early grey, one of my favourites, by the way. Sweetie Belle had learned to enjoy this blend in particular with me for breakfast. Now I fill up both our bowls, before I pick up my fork in my right hand, carefully stabbing a few of the green vegetables. Levitating the cup to my lips, sipping slowly at first as it is very hot, yet never to make a single noise in the lady like fashion. I am too sophisticated to make noises as I enjoy my tea any time of the day. “Thanks, you fixed breakfast. Juice, I love you, Rarity!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed. “You are quite welcome. Yes, I did. I know how much you enjoy your juice in the morning!” I responded. There was a knock on the outer door, just as I had finished my breakfast and levitated my cup, glass, bowl and fork off of the table. “Just a moment and I will be right with you!” I answered and walked out of the kitchen. “Greetings!” I said as I had opened the door. “Greetings, Rarity. I have your latest delivery!” he answered. “Thank you. Right on time!” I responded. “Sign here!” he continued and pointed at a line on the form on a clipboard he presented. “Certainly!” I offered as I lifted the pen and signed for the delivery, before I levitated it into the Boutique. “Have a nice day!” he responded as he turned and walked along the street on his way back. As I had carried the package into the back of the store and into the small store room, where I keep fabrics, threads and any other supplies I don’t need at the time. Naturally I store the more expensive fabrics and thread in here too. I am not one of these Satyrs who love showing off, even if I enjoy to be in the spotlight. Once I closed the door behind me, I break the seal of the off brown beige cardboard box. The mannequin is exactly the way I had ordered it, just a week ago. I need a new mannequin. This is an athletic teenage Mare. An off white with the general facial expression. From what I could see, she is exactly the measurements I had requested. As I was pulling the cardboard out from under her, I touched her, place my right hand on her shoulder. Nothing special about it, I do touch my mannequins in this fashion on a daily basis as I work with them. Nothing any Satyr would complain about any time soon. I had noticed the one off detail, she is wearing a black, shiny rein. An item one may use for a horse, or in a closed room for sensual bed room play, something I had gotten wind of in my capacity as Fashionista. I just had no opportunity to explore it with my sister living with me, aside from the small detail, I have none to share and explore it with. Then I realized, the mannequin had more soulful eyes, not the standard painted on eyes commonly used for a mannequin. Just did not pay. The expense could not be excused. Her bright blue eyes felt as if she was actually looking back at me, observing me. I can’t quite put a finger on the sensation, but it was a bit on the creepy side since it is an inanimate object, a mannequin, not a living Satyr. As much as her eyes had made me want to look away from her face, I noticed that the design of this rein is so tight it keeps he muzzle sealed tight, but apparently without being painful, mainly due to the elastic material and the exact fit applied in this case, only working towards creeping me out further. At first the surface had merely been white plastic, neither shiny and slippery not mate and coarse. At this point, her hide looks and feels like that of my own. The colour had not changed all that much, just enough for me to pick up on the change. She still has no mane, but the tail had taken on a colour, quality and style of my very own, as if she had been made to my measures. I certainly had not asked for it, I never would have paid for this level of detail either. Good thing I had paid for this already, unless I had intended to return her in hope to have her replaced by a standard version. As my eyes moved over her, down along the body I soon stop at her jigglies, orb-like B-Cups, fit for an athletic teen Mare, for all I could see. Only now her large nibbles did look a while lot more sensitive and sensual, as I examined them. Almost as if the mannequin had been my lover. That though gave me a strange feeling all over. Her slender arms ending in sensitive and sensual hands, not too unlike my very own. Then it hit me, these were my hands. She even had my manicure, the same style to her nails and the same shimmer and hue. Her waist is narrow and her hips wide with a large mound and overly detailed orchid, as if she truly had been intended as a lover, for me or some other Satyr. Maybe it was good my little sister Sweetie Belle is too young for these things, after all. She stands on powerful legs in the typical Satyr pose. The muscles large and well defined in a beautiful look any mare could have been proud of. Then my eyes landed on her hooves, once again, my hooves, even down to the hooficure. Apparently, they have the same sheen and hue as my very own hooves. I looked up, not comfortable to see more. I may have seen all I need to see, but still. Only to look into her eyes once more. The eyes are not mine, but for some reason, they kind of looks as if they had belonged to Pinkie Pie. As I look at her face and avoid the eyes, I notice a pair of more ordinary perking equine ears. Just a pair of ordinary ears, thankfully. Her mare’s muzzle is short, standard, nothing special about that either. This is when I finally did look closer at the rein. I had initially taken it for one crafter out of leather. Now I realised it couldn’t have been leather, as much as I may have preferred it right now. This is a rubber rein. It had been molded out of a single strap, no seams or any other common features for a leather rein. Slipping my right index finger along the shiny material, I realised, this certainly was not painted on, it is an item of fetish quality. Very well crafted as well. The craftsmareship required to make this was astonishing to me, considering the situation and what I saw it used for, as opposed to what it actually was. If only I had known.
A Visit Paid - In Order to Place an Order: 2Author's Note Pinkie Pie's POV A Visit Paid - In Order to Place an Order: 2 The rays of the sun woke me up, bright and early. Reflections from an ocean of shiny balloons reflected on my face. I had released them there, the blue and yellow once I had pulled from my flanks and inflated in the morning, so many days. As I open my eyes I had found a wide grin spread all over my face, my mane heavily curled, a sure sign of a good day, in ambush. Sliding the quilt off of my body, sliding my legs to the side of the bed and slipping my hooves to the floor. I almost popped a stray pink balloon that had incidentally strayed from under my bed where I keep the special once Twilight had enchanted with her special Alicorn magic. The balloons are in various levels of opaque to transparency. To me it is basically all the same, they are my balloons. The once I have puled from my very own flank in the morning, storing them as an ocean under the ceiling and hidden under my bed. I had no more space for them, as numerous as they were. I use them on my parties and gives them to the fillies and colts as gifts on special occasions. Of course, there is an added bonus of having a sea of balloons covering your ceiling, particularly if they are shiny and transparent. They lent me the feel of a disco, which apparently did go well with me. I wear a pair of special panties in bed, transparent, shiny once that covers my entire hips in a very tight fit. I had asked Rarity to craft them for me, all these many years ago as she had very few customers, even in Satyrvile. She had agreed to craft these highly complimentary panties for me. Aside from the panties, she had given me a matching top for me. Apparently it had been on the house, as one called it in a bar. I guess I will enjoy the effect of this top as well, for many years to come. My B-Cup jigglies are still orb-like, since I have grown beyond the teenagers Cup-Cakes, which I am not mourning in the least. I am a grown mare in my own right, I need not worry about these things. Actually, I do have enough of these suits, or bikinis, panties and tops to have a fresh one each night. She had crafted them for me from time to time. I love seeing Rarity. I raise to my hooves and slip the quilt back in place. Once my bed is neatly made I can focus on the day at hand. Walking to the wardrobe behind the door, slipping out of my panties, kicking them up and catching them before I tossed them into the washing bin, then slip the top up over my head and allow it to follow my panties down to the basement were I will wash them later. Now I open the wardrobe, pulling out a pair pair of glistering, shimmery panties and step right into them. From there I move on to pick up a pink top with black edges, pulling it down over my head, giving it a tentative tug, ensuring it is on properly. Finishing by picking a skirt, stepping into it. Incidentally, the skirt had been made with the outlines of blue and yellow balloons as a nod to my mark. Once I had put on the ensemble, I give my room a final look. Affording the framed images a glance over, images of parties I threw in the past, I enjoy the pink cherry wood covering the floor and the pink wallpaper with streamers and confetti all over it. Incidentally I had the wallpaper over my door as well, so it had to be liberated in order for me to be able to open it after that, but it had been a hilarious incident. I slide the door to the right before I stepped out of the room and closed the door behind me. Affording a glance on each and every framed image on my way as I bounced down the flight of stairs to the ground floor. I slide the door to the right before I stepped out of the room and closed the door behind me. Affording a glance on each and every framed image on my way as I bounced down the flight of stairs to the ground floor. Comfortably bouncing down the streets towards the Carouselle Boutique as I advance on the intended address of a Rarity Filligree. The top holding my jigglies in place, as the skirt merely accentuated the mark on my flanks. Of course, the bright neon cerise boots adds a joyous squeak to my step, shimmering and shiny as they are, thus matching the suit. Cheerfully waving at each and every Satyr on my way, greeting them with the signature smile. I couldn’t withhold the friendly response from my fellow Satyrs if I tried, not in the mood I am now. Why bother? Mere minutes after I had set off and left the Sugar-Cube Corner Café I spotted the Boutique. The Open sign was clearly visible as I approached the building. All the Mannequins clearly in the windows to the right and left of the entrance door, show casing her latest designs, both casual, stylish and festive once for Mares and Stallions alike. One is wearing a suit consisting of a brown leader vest and harness for farming and matching boots for hard work in mud or wet grasses. Another is wearing a more festive suit, consisting of a top and skirt with comfortable and colourful shoes., with a similar matching male version by her side. Something I could consider wearing from time to time, with the adjustments for my style and colour choices, in order for it to blend with my pink body and mane. A mare standing confidently, wearing a brilliant gown, decorated with expertly spread gems matching both her coat and the fabric of the gown, a stallion standing by her side, wearing a smart, stylish male suit. On closer inspection I noticed his arm around her waist in a warm gesture, and her smiling back at him. As I reach the door I give it a firm signature knock, letting her know I was at the door. “Come in, Pinkie Pie!” she responded an instant later. “Hiya, Rarity I exclaimed as the chimes sounded, as the door quietly shut behind my back while I walked into the front room of the boutique. “Nice to see you too, Pinkie Pie. I take it you had a request for a suit you wanted me to create for you?” she prompted. Thanks, Rarity. Yeah, I would like a new cheery suit. A tight pink suit and a matching top with integrated panties and a pair of boots and gloves. I would like the ensemble to shimmer with a glossy finish to it. Something that goes well with my exuberant nature I can bounce and wheel in for years to come!” I stated matter of fact. “I love creating your suits, Pinkie Pie. Always something new and utterly ridiculous, but you can wear it. You always give me a new challenge that helps me stay on the edge and develop my skills!” she responded. “If I wasn’t around, entertaining you all day, Satyrville would be a very depressing, gloomy place. I certainly couldn’t permit that, as long as there is anything I could possibly do about it, Rarity!” I pointed out with a hint of a giggle on my voice. “You certainly do brighten the day and our lives here in Satyrville. Maybe you would like to take a look at the new Mannequin that was finally delivered to me earlier today?” Rarity put forth. “Woah, they finally delivered it to you, Rarity? I want to be the first to see it after you!” I responded. “Since Spike hasn’t been here today, you will be. I couldn’t show Sweetie Belle the Mannequin. You will understand why, once you see it!” she pointed out, leading me to the small room where she keeps the stock of more expensive and exquisite materials. “Oh. Now I simply have to see it!” I responded as she opened the door to the room, leading me in, pointing at the new mannequin. “I knew you wanted to see it!” she pointed out. “You mean the one that looks like you? Still, she has my eyes. Almost as if she had been our fillie in the teens?” I observed, giggling hysterically at the sight. “I guess you could put it that way, Pinkie Pie. She is beautiful, but I can’t show her to any minors, the way she looks. The rein wouldn’t exactly make it appropriate, either!” she explained, matter of fact to the point. “The rein is exquisite, can I take it off? I would love to try it on, just to see if it would fit me. I feel an urge to try it on in order to see how it would feel!” I exclaimed. “Since it is you, you may take it of and try it on. Had it been any other Satyr, the answer would have been NO!” she stated. “Thanks, Rarity!” I responded as I reached for the rein, slowly exploring the feel of the material and the design, before I managed to pull it off of the mannequin. You are quite welcome, Pinkie Pie. I hope it feels as good to wear it as you imagine it would. I would hate for you to be disappointed!” rarity responded as I pulled the rein off and managed to slip it on. Only now I couldn’t open my mouth, so I had to make due with nodding and making gestures. The rein did indeed feel comfortable to wear. I had not expected quite this tight a fit. I knew the mannequin is just a plastic doll, it couldn’t be an exact fit on me, particularly since the mannequin was looking like Rarity. Just as I had no idea as to why it looks so much like her. After a moment, I lift my hands up to my face in order to explore the rein with my hands on my face, this was truly an exact fit, not too tight. As I tried to pull it off I soon realised it was impossible. Not because it had fused on my head, but it just refused to come off. I carefully blinked to her as she was looking at me while I failed to remove the rein. “Do you need help, takeing it off, Pinkie Pie?” she enquired sympathetically as she looked at me. I just nodded affirmatively at her, trying my best to convey what I wanted for her to do. “Why couldn’t I take the rein off? It was easy to put on. It isn’t as if it was too tight or stuck to my face either. Had it was too tight or stuck to my face it would have explained it!” I thought quietly to myself. Rarity carefully placed her hands on my head, exploring the rein and how it followed my head exactly, as if it had been crafted for me. Then she slowly puled it off of my head, as easily as I had put it on. “Woah!” I exclaimed as she put the rein back on the mannequin, where it belonged. “That rein is definitely you. Why didn’t you take it off yourself? Did you want for me to do it? Or were you imply incapable of pulling it off of your head?” she enquired quietly, picking her words deliberately. “I think I would love one, but this rein isn’t for me. I am incapable of taking it off. Maybe it has been magically enhanced in order to prevent the wearer from removing it on her own? There is something exciting about the feel of it, unless that is part of the magic used in the creation of the rein? For as long as I wore the rein, I was rendered mute, I couldn’t pronounce the words or even try to!” I pointed out. “Since you love the rein, I could make one for you in the same design. If you want the same effects, I suggest you ask Twilight Sparkle, I design, create and sell suits. An enhancement on this level is way beyond what I would attempt, even for you!” she pondered. “If you would create such a rein for me from this design, I may require a few more accessories to go with it. Then I will go to Twilly about it. Just don’t take ff the rein for any reason, Rarity. I can’t put the reasons into words right now. It is just a feeling I have!” I pointed out. “Then I merely place the rein on your already long list of garments you requested from me. The rein will stay on the Mannequin and out of sight, I promise!” she responded as she followed me out of the room. “Just make that a Pinkie Promise! Since you will be busy here, I leave you to it. I pick them up when I have word of completion!” I put forth. “I certainly am!” she responded, performing the rite as she pronounced the promise. “Thanks, Rarity, Good. I’m eagerly awaiting the day when you have completed my order!” I said. “See you, Pinkie Pie!” she responded as I walked out the door and left the boutique. “You too, Rarity!” I added as the door closed behind me. I knew she would create the suit I came to ask of her. Just that the mannequin was a welcome surprise. The rein, on the other hand, filled me up with unexpected and unexplained excitement. I bounced down the road a few blocks, before the excitement overwhelmed me and Islipped into wheeling down the street for a mile or two, giggling excitedly. First a block from the castle I managed to slip back into my more regular bouncing. It wasn’t the distance that made the difference, just as approaching the castle did little to nothing to calm me down. Exuberance of my nature just doesn’t calm down by itself, I had to make a conscious effort to bring myself into check. As I reached the door of Twilly’s castle, I stopped short and walked the final steps before I knocked her door. “Welcome, Pinkie Pie!” came Spikes voice from the other side of the door before he got to the door and opened for me. “Hiya, Spike!” I giggled in return as I followed him into the castle as he moved aside in order to allow me entrance. “Your spirit is truly soaring today, Pinkie Pie!” Spike pronounced as he was leading me through the castle to the throne room, where Twilly was sitting.
By the Pink and the Purple: 3Author's Note Pinkie Pie's POV By the Pink and the Purple: 3 I had followed Rarity’s advice, for once, but on this occasion she had made sense to me. I wanted to have the item and Rarity could only craft the garment to the effect, but not apply the incantation to give me the effect I had in mind. Rarity had been true to her word and produced the rein, even to the effect of making more than one for me. I had seen her making them. I guess it can be more joy to see others work than meets the eye. After quietly sitting by the side, while helping her pick up items and pointing out the desired colours, I had happily paid her quite handsomely for her work and the effort. I could do nothing less, even considering her as a friend and the element of generosity. For one, the element was not an impediment, but actually did pay her. “Thank you Rarity. I am quite certain Twilight Sparkle can perform her part, you know how she does come through when it is important!” I had pointed out as I went out. “You are quite welcome Pinkie Pie. Yes, dear, I do know!” she responded as she saw me go, leaving towards the Castle. The stretch from the Carousel Boutique to the Royal castle is not all that much, not to me at least. I had bounced there merrily humming one of my party tunes excitedly all the while. As I reached the door, I had knocked insistently, only to hear steps approaching the door. Spike had been there, just as I guess I had been expecting. “Hiya, Pinkie Pie. Welcome in!” he greeted me. “Hiya, Spike. And thank you!” I responded as I followed him into the castle, while he carefully closed the door behind me. “Is Twilight in?” I inquired as he led me into the castle, before Spike could have said anything. “Yes, Twilight Sparkle is in. I think she will be quite happy to see you, today!” spike responded with a light chuckle. I had followed Spike through the castle, from the door and all the way into the inner sanctum the research library is representing. It is in the basement, hidden from casual view, and highly inaccessible to anyone who doesn’t know where it is, and doesn’t know the princess well enough in the first place. Naturally, I had carried all the reins Rarity had made for me in my saddle bags. Out of sight and out of mind. Easily accessible, when I needed them in the open. “Twilight, Pinkie Pie is here to see you in an urgent business of hers!” Spike prompted as he saw Twilight in the middle of the study, facing the reading pulpit with a heavy tome open. “Thank you, Spike. You can return to your regular duties, I know she can find her way by herself!” Twilight responded. “Okay, Twilight!” he responded and turned to walk out, heading towards his duties elsewhere. “Hiya, Pinkie Pie!” Twilight then pronounced from the middle of her studies. “Hiya, Twilight. I have a special request to ask of you, you see I need these to be enchanted and you are the only Pony who can perform the enchantment for me!” I pointed out, on the point and directly. “Just an enchantment? I can do that for you. What is the enchantment? I take it you have the item you wanted enchanted on your person, Pinkie!” she put forth. “This is a special enchantment. I have the items in my saddle bags, and the enchantment is right here!” I explained as I pulled out a book with a set of different enchantments. “I think we take this in my private studies, Pinkie. I recognize the style of the book, even if I have not seen it, or heard of the author writing it before!” she expressed. “Makes sense. These are highly intimate items for private use. Nothing even I wanted to spread in the open!” I responded. “I was expecting as much, nice to see that you had noticed it, Pinkie!” she added as she was leading me towards the small room with a sturdy table in the middle. Once we got to the room, Twilight opened the door with her magic and closed it behind me as I had entered after her. The room may be small and insignificant looking, but I guess that is the point of going here. Like with the rest of the castle, the floor, walls and ceiling is the same crystal. “If you place the item or items on the table, while I read up on the enchantment you had in mind, Pinkie!” she pointed out as I handed her the book in question. “Okelay, dokelay!” I responded, before I opened the saddle bags and pulled out the reins and placed them on the table in a loose formation, according to what the book had depicted. Twilight adjusted the formation slightly as she read. Once she had finished reading, I could see the tip of her horn aglow. The light slowly grew in intensity, and then flowed down from the tip and all the way down as an avalanche in slow motion. I guess this is a pun of a comparison, but I couldn’t escape the idea. The light continued to grow in intensity as she drew magic and focused it in her horn. A moment later the light shot out and hit the reins, then enveloped them in a chrysalis of magical light. The light kept growing in intensity for a while, then slowly subsided and dissipated as the spell had finished. “There you go. I hope it will be as fun and exciting as you had expected!” Twilight expressed excitedly. I could see that the black leather had changed into what could only be a clear, pink rubber. It looks smooth and slippery. “I would need to try it on, before I know if it words as intended!” I responded. “Then you could do it right here while I oversee your exploit!” Twilight promised. “Thanks, Twilly. I think that would be safer!” I pointed out. “Yes, and you are quite welcome!” she responded as she picked up the item and slowly placed it over my face. I could feel the rubber touch the skin around my muzzle as it slipped eagerly into place. Then it continued to slide along my cheeks as she pressed it around my ears. She finished by snapping the strap in under my chin and around my neck. “How does it feel?” she inquired, eagerly in an uncharacteristically curious voice. Only now I can’t respond, my lips sealed and not a word came to mind. “Explore it with your hands, I want to see how it came out!” she urged me, so I lift my hands up to my face. Naturally I feel the rubber straps covering my face. The strap around my muzzle, the once following the skin all the way back and behind my neck. I even feel the one under my chin and the once behind my ears. They are just as smooth as I had expected, even as smooth as the crystal the walls in the room are comprised out of. To my surprise, I can’t get a finger in under the straps. It isn’t as if they were all that tight, I can’t feel them more than I had while they were made out of leather. I guess skin tight is the word coming to mind. When I tried to slip a nail in under the strap, even that failed. Drawing a finger along my lips in order to see why I couldn’t part my lips. Yet, now I can’t feel more than the rim, a distinct line between my lips, but I can’t press my finger any further. “I take it you need help in order to get the reins off of your head, Pinkie Pie! she pointed out as I completed my exploration. I could but nod, which is as much I could do. I couldn’t say a word, or even think of saying them at all, as if I never had been able to speak in my entire life. Yet, there was something exciting about this effect I just couldn’t put my finger to. She placed her right index finger on the middle of my lower lip, I could feel it. Then she pushed further, just for the tease. To my surprise, the lip feels almost like as if it had been made out of rubber, but her finger slowly slipped in. There was nothing I could have done in order to prevent her. She withdrew her hand with a curious expression on her face before she placed her hands to the right and left, feeling the reins on my face. Then she snapped the reins open and pulled the straps and then the reins off of my face. “Thanks, Twilight Sparkle!” I put forth as she had placed my reins on the table. “That was an experience!” she put forth. “Not only were my lips sealed, but I was mute. I couldn’t get my fingers in under the straps and I couldn’t even think the words to speak!” I explained. “I think it is best you don’t wear these by yourself, Pinkie Pie. I guess you could come back, any time you like if I am here and have a minute to spare!” she offered. “Thanks, I appreciate it, Twilly!” I added. She opened the door and followed me out of the room as I finished gathering my reins and slipping them into my saddle bags where I had kept them hidden on my way here. “Oh, and keep the book. I am sure you will have some fun with that!” I added as I continued, bouncing behind her. “I will see you when you get back, or any time we stumble into one another, Pinkie!” she added. “Yeah. I am sure we will. Besides, we have a meeting in two days!” I added as I bounced up the flight of stairs, then to the door where I stopped in order to open. Once I had opened the door I walked out, and closed the door.
