Pinkamena's Sister, Ms. Hyde
Author's Note
Pinkie Pie's POV
Prologue: 1
Twilly had just enchanted the reins Rarity created for me as a replica of the one she had gotten with the latest of her mannequins. The reins can only fit me, but I can’t take it off of myself. I will need some Satyr to help me out.
The prospect had excited me when I asked Rarity to create it for me. She told me to ask Twilly to help me with the enchantment that would make it act the way I had just experienced at the Boutique. Since it had excited me them, I assumed it would do so again. Had I assumed too much?
Knowing the consequences the newly enchanted reins would hold, I couldn’t use it on my own, wearing it overnight and pull it off by myself. I need some Satyr by my side, maybe this is part of what had initially excited me. It could be part of the curse that lives inside the reins. I knew nothing of it, I still don’t. I will learn of it soon enough, though. Right along with others who are to face the consequences.
Right now, the question is, just who would I ask to be with me. On second thought, I couldn’t ask Either Rarity or Twilly. Flutters is too timid for this to work, I concluded. That left me with two main candidates to choose between, Apple Jack or Dashie.
Wearing the suit, the boots and the gloves Rarity had crafted for me, I walked up to Dashie. She ended up the best choice, or it is what I liked to think. Apple Jack has a family, Dashie still lives alone.
At about seven o’clock, I knocked on the door of Dashie’s, with just a few small items in my saddle bags.
“Pinkie, please come in. I have awaited you!” came from inside the door, so I promptly opened the door and walked right in, closing the door behind me.
“Hiya, Dashie. I hope you will enjoy the evening with me, or if you prefer to call it Night? Either way, I intend to enjoy it Royally!” I pointed out.
“With you, Pinkie? Always, you know that!” she responded as she leads me to her bed room.
Naturally, I couldn’t help but see the coarse, dark grey tiles on the floor in her hall, or notice the curious squeaks my new boots made with each step of the way. Clasical oak wood panels on the wall.
“Good, I am so excited to try out a few things with you. Are you or I on top?” I enquired.
“With you, Pinkie, I think I stay on top!” she responded.
“Prepare for a wild ride, Dashie!” I prompted her, still with a very wide grin on my face, giggling all the while.
As I entered her bedroom, I found a black thunder cloud bed in the middle of the room. Pleasent white fluffy summer clouds on the wallpapers covering the entire room. I guess it was what I should have expected from a famous weather Pony like Dashie.
“We’re here, Pinkie. If none told you before, you do look very hot today, Pinkie!” Dashie exclaimed as she finally did give me a full look over.
“Not today, but thanks, Dashie!” I responded as I picked out the reins and a toy for Dashie out of the saddle bags after I had tossed it onto her generous Pegasus bed.
“I take it the pink toy was for me, if you intend to wear the reins, Pinkie?” she responded with a grin flowing out over her face too.
“Since I want it all, it couldn’t be complete if you did not use the toy? Yeah, the reins are for me!” I responded.
“It had to be pink since it is yours, Pinkie. I take it I just slip it in since there are no straps to it?” she commented.
“Yeah, just slip the short end of it in. All my toys are pink, you know that, Dashie!” I responded as I slipped out of the skirt, kicked it up and placed it on top of my saddle bag I had placed to the right of her bed.
“Like this?” she enquired as she picked up the toy and slipped it in as best she could according to what she had gathered from my short to sketchy explanation.
“Exactly!” I responded as I pulled the reins over my face, before I made the final adjustments, feeling them slipping into place, then promptly lie down on her bed, belly up.
“Comfortable, Pinkie?” she enquired as she looked down at me, where she stood to the right of the bed.
I just nodded towards her, confirming what she asked of me.
“I know I will love this, Pinkie. You really can’t make a squeak?” she continued.
Once again, I merely nodded in confirmation.
“Then it is high time I get going. Just a few small details and we’re going!” Dashie pointed out as the situation sunk in.
After a moment of consideration, she spread my legs wide and pushed my hooves to the floor. From there she moved around the bed, lifting up my right hand and slapped it down on the bed, before moving around the bed and repeating the action, thus leaving me trapped, where I could but wait for her and endure what she had in mind.
I look up at her, eyes wide as she moved to the hoof end of her bed, before she slowly started to approach me where I lie.
“Time to play and since you asked, I will be enjoying this ride!” Dashie pronounced as she placed her knees on the lower edge of the bed, between my legs.
She moved forwards slowly until she had her kneed against my thighs, before she placed her hand on the head of the toy I borrowed her, giving it a tentative tug, only to feel the pull stretch her mound, rather than slipping the toy out in the least. Likewise she felt the sensation on the surface of the head of the toy where she holds on to the stiff and highly elastic rubber.
“Oh, I hadn’t expected that. Promise to be plenty of fun, even if your muzzle is not available!” she exclaimed in reaction to the sensation on the unexpected.
I just nodded at her amusing reaction on what I knew was to come, without a chance to make any other responses on my part. She should have realised that part by now.
Of course I knew she would be incapable to remove the toy on her own, just as I can’t take the reins I am currently wearing of. I had asked Twilly to place this enchantment of these items. She could slip a finger in under, but the toy would never come out unless I, or any other Satyr pulled it out for her. It is the spell she used.
Maybe I had chosen Dashie in the end, because I knew I was susceptible to her little cloud trick she just had pulled on me. I wouldn’t deny it, if she asked me, just that I couldn’t say.
For as long as I wear the reins, I can’t part my lips more than I can take the reins of. My lips are not sealed, but I can’t part them in the least.
“I never had expected to have this position. On top of you, when you can’t make a single noise in protest, Pinkie. Yet, I hope you will enjoy it as much as I intend to!” she declared.
I just nodded, excited and expectant, waiting for what was to come next.
“A Quiet Pinkie Pie!” she merely put forth as she leaned over, looking into my eyes, enjoying every instant of the situation.
Gravity eventually pulled her down and made her fall forwards. She merely extended her hands, bracing herself against the mattress on her bed.
I could see her lifting her right hand and placing it on my chest, then feeling it as she slowly moved it along the slippery surface of my top. She then placed her other hand on my chest before she moved her right hand only my hooter, as I figured she would have put it. Using her fingers to tease my nibble as she slowly maneuvered herself into position.
She gave me the impression, she had wanted to kiss me, but the reins are still in the way so she had to make due.
“That is one hell of a hot top you are wearing!” she complimented me, knowing full well I would appreciate the statement, even if I was incapable of responding to what she said right now.
I could feel myself contract, just before she slipped into me. I knew she felt it as well, partially by the look on her face, even if I had experienced this before on my own.
“You are one tight mare!” she moaned on entry.
At this point, verbally comments had already slipped my mind, I couldn’t even recall the notion, let alone form the words. Understanding and appreciating the compliment is an entirely different matter. I just nodded, as the words slipped over her lips.
Of course she was right and I could feel her inside as I instinctively contracted around her. She continued to press further inside, before bouncing upwards, continuing the motion.
Feeling her hands on my jigglies as she considered to tease me further. Just as she would have been about to slip out, she found herself bounce right back inwards.
Her left hand moved along the material of my top, feeling the firm resistance as she allowed it to move further upwards until she reached my throat. She stopped momentarily, before she moved her hand up to my chin and explored the glistering black rubber that made up my reins. Feeling the slippery material under her fingers, just never finding a seam or any other outstanding details.
“I could get used to this, Pinkie!” she moaned as she bounced once more.
I just nodded, feeling her fingers sliding along the soft rubber as if it had been my flesh. If the reins had not been too tight for me to part my lips I would have moaned right now. I couldn’t. Yet the moment just pushed me forwards.
As her knees pressed outwards towards the insides of my thighs I could feel the firm grip of the cloud as if it had been solid ground, the way a Pegasus could walk on a cloud. This just excited me further and I came, right there and then.
The only reaction is that my boots squeaked as she was pressing my legs apart.