I had been running this resort for burnt-out Ponies at the edge of Ponyville in a small cottage I rent. I had enjoyed the discreet, laid-back business, even if Fluttershy and Rarity have helped me out greatly, which I was making certain they knew just how much I appreciate it.
I had had additional insulation installed in each room, just to make sure it was as peaceful and quiet as I could possibly make it, then hiding it behind beautiful wooden panels, the likes I knew both the customers and Rarity could approve of. Adding the wooden panels hides the level of effort I had put into the quiet atmosphere I had built up, they just see the decor in the room since the various wooden panels adds just enough acoustics to feel comfortable.
I had chosen several different types of wood, like beech, oak, cherry and a few others. Then I had chosen to pick doors out of the same wood and named the rooms after the wood. The plaque on each door depicted the theme and mood the respective room was made into.
Each and every room was carefully built up and examined, before I had opened my little business. If this panned out, I could buy the cottage and build another, just a few yards from the first. Yet, that is still in the future.
I had bounced to the cottage as usual, just to see how every Pony was doing and see how the business was doing, carefully examining a few rooms each week. This time I went up to the attic, looking it over in order to see what I could find, expecting dust, but nothing of substantial value or interest.
What I initially found is the small closet-sized rooms in a shabby style. Since the door to the attic is locked and the rooms isolated, none was to be the wiser of what is up here, even if it had been a war between Bats and Mice, which wasn’t the case, thankfully. Nothing that wouldn’t be saved by a firm coat of merry paint, and a solid dusting.
Behind the first door, I found a heavy supply of dusty cans, looking as if they had been the paint the attic would be needing, but once I read the labels, I realize that was not the case. Words like Gel and Rubber plastered all over the lot, whatever I could possibly use them for. I merely left them where they lay, allowing them to stay where they were in case I needed them, once I had made a full inventory and examination.
As I open the next door, I found the shelves lined with bottles of lube and other clear gels or liquids. Giving me the impression this had been a storage for a sex shop or a SPA, most likely. Guess the later could be integrated into my business’ serves, even if the former would have to be kept strictly out of public view. I would just have to verify and explore what these containers actually did store and if they were still viable for use on Ponies.
With an idea in my head, I tuned down to see if I had some spare room for what I had in mind. I couldn’t use the attic for what I had in mind, and I couldn’t use the rooms at ground level, which left me with very few options at this point.
As I descended down the flight of stairs into the basement, I realized just how inconvenient the creaky old, poorly maintained stairs were. Not only are they noisy, but irregularly and loud noises like this is exactly what my customers at the ground level could not have.
Thankfully, there is a firm oak door on each side of the flight of stairs. Not only would it keep most Ponies away, just by the firm looks, but there is the one other detail about this door. The one convenient detail about it in my case.
As I stand at the mouth of the door, I poke a whole in the fabric, leading down to the basement directly, in a manner not too dissimilar to the feeling one would have, going through the mirror to Canterlot High.
Once I got down; I realized, just how similar the effect was as I found myself standing on my hind hooves, not feet as Twilight Sparkle did, at the Canterlot High.
Of course, the only problem is that once I am back at the ground level and out of my basement, I am back as the Pony, I can’t carry anything the way I do now. These effects will be confusing. Thankfully, I could make due good enough, just carrying anything and everything I need in my mane, picking things up with my tail. I know my Human counterpart managed to do it, so I should be doing fine.
As I was looking around, I counted the small rooms, just to see how much space I had available to me down here. These are rooms, not just closes with actual doors to them. No furniture at the moment, but what prevented me from carrying it into these rooms by myself?
As I reached the end of the hall, I found a door leading to a flight of stairs on both the right and the left. They both reached up to the ground level on the back of my cottage. Maybe I could make some fun out of it. Just a matter of what is on the other side and who knew of these doors. Logically, it had to be me, but what did I have on the other side?
I walked up to the door to the right and poked the door, before I walk through, only to find myself in an identical cottage, the one difference is that everything had been decorating in the Human style. There is a Human tending her friends who live in what was bound to be referred to Humanville, by the common standards.
As I turned back, I faced the left door and poked it in the same manner as I had the right. Once through, I had found myself in yet another realm of yet other creatures, who and whatever they were.
The third door leads up to the back of my cottage, just where I recall it had to be, this is where my new guests and customers would be entering. Never knowing where they were going, unless I explained it to them. I had no windows in the basement, thus there is no way to know where you are.
Naturally, the floor in the basement was cut right out of the bed rock on which the cottage had been built, how convenient. It is a very sound and firm foundation for the building. Some Unicorn had used her magic in order to move the rock out, then smoothing the walls.
Once I had poked up the portal from the door on ground level and down to the door in the basement, there is no further need to do anything with the flight of stairs and the wooden planks they had originally built the stairs out of. Just as good. The only thing I had to do, it to ascertain no Pony, Human or otherwise found the gate or entered my basement without my explicit permission now.
My basement would require some redecoration, and for the purpose, so would I.
Author's Note
Pinkie Pie's POV
I had found what I was originally taking for black paint and a nice high gloss top finish. Painting the walls wasn’t much of a challenge. If I am to say so myself, this does look much better, for what I had in mind.
Of course it wasn’t paint in the traditional sense, even if it was easy to use as paint. Once I had painted the walls, they are pitch black, only with the shiny finish to them, after the final effort to it.
What I had not predicted is how the rubber would affect the walls. Maybe that is for the better, but I do love what it did to the place.
Since I had painted even the doors in the same black, you can’t see where the walls end and the doors begin, which is a strange feel to it.
I sit down in a corner, pondering the situation. Then I apply a clear gel to my orchid and my nibbles. From there I continue with a glowing cerise for the orchid, and a similar rubber gel on top of my nibbles. The effect is quite dramatic, just the way I had intended it to be. You see it clearly down here in the dark. I did not feel the need for much light here, right now. Just enough to see where I was going.
While I am at it, I cover both my hooves and hands in a clear gel. Once the gel had cured, I apply a sparkly pink gel to the hooves and nails. Admiring the effect for but a moment, before I apply the high gloss clear gel to my hooves and hands This constitutes for a pair of boots and gloves I can play with, any time I like.
I paint the tip of each finger with another semi-clear highly elastic cerise gel, from right under the tip of the nail to the first joint under each finger. After this, I apply the same gel to the sole of my right and left hoof.
Then an idea hit me and I place my right hand on my mound and allow the tip of my index finger rub the upper tip of my orchid for but a moment, just to see how it was to feel. A moan escaped my lips before I managed to withdraw my hand, not that I kept it there for all that long. If I am to confess, it did feel great.
At this point, I place my left hand on my left Cup-Cake, allowing my thumb and fore-finger to squeeze the nibble and rub it slightly in the process, just to experience it. My nibble feels almost as if it had been made of elastic rubber, but several times as sensitive as I could recall it from the previous times I had had the time for myself. I do love exploring myself from time to time. This is the way we mares are.
I may be more excitable than most, at least it is my impression of things. Yet, how else am I to see the world? I know I never do forget anything, so every impression I have stick to me. Every stray word, every forced smile or raised eyebrow, they are my impressions of the world around me. I have the habit of interpreting them and know I have managed expertly by now.
Funny thing, my habits have me all over the place, throwing parties, selling pastries, cakes and sweets at the Sugar-Cube Corner, pushing pranks and hanging out with my friends, most of the time.
When I do things, it is all in good fun; I love fun, after all. Parties, pranks and friends are fun, so they are all with me. I guess I have more friends than just every other Pony. Who else is a friend of as many as I am, starting with most every Pony of Ponyville. Ad to that the others, like Donkeys, Mules and what not. I can’t discriminate on this, it would merely rob me of a friend and all the fun.
Only now, I had another silly idea, applying gel to my lips, before I paint them in a clear sparkly red. Only to apply the high gloss finish as a final effect. I lick my lips as I finished, just for the feel of it. Just to realize the effect of my saliva covering the cured rubbery gel that I painted my lips with. It threw me into a tizzy, if you will.
Once I had licked my lips, I realize, there is no turning back, I had to follow through. With that, I place my right hand on my mound and allow my fore-finger to play over the tip of my orchid. In my heightened state, I soon found myself moaning. I did not care if anyone hears me now, maybe I was simply too excited in the first place. Besides, I feel fairly secure in my knowledge of the building, there was no way one Pony or otherwise would hear me from down here. Not a chance in Tartarus.
My other hand soon found its place just under my left Cup-Cake, before my thumb and fore-finger pinched the nibble, before slowly, carefully and gently rubbing it. I could feel the tip of my fingers, as I started to tease myself. I had to, or it wouldn’t be right.
My orchid feels like stiff rubber, but highly elastic. It isn’t exactly smooth, but fairly coarse to the touch, making me feel every tiny movement the tip of my finger does as it slips along the rim of my orchid, before it moves further inwards.
The friction did not make me feel any uncomfortable heat or make me soar as one may have expected. Maybe it is the elasticity that allowed me to tease myself further.
About a minute later, or was it five or ten minutes later I came. I guess I knew it, it was the intent and what I had expected, after all. I guess fun isn’t the word, but rather exciting, but I love it all the same.
I have been running a shelter for worn out friends, people who need time out of the busy and bustling lives we are living. I like the feeling of doing something good for them. Just to see the smiles growing on their faces as they slowly come back to themselves after a few weeks out of the cycle.
Today I had noticed something, there is something with a door I had never really paid attention to, until now. Maybe it was the change that made me even see it in the first place. I had imagined it was merely the basement, which I never used. Not even for storage.
I open the door and step in, only to find myself slipping through a portal to the basement. The walls are black, glistering. There are no outstanding details to be seen. Where had I ended up, I had no idea.
Looking back, the door is still there and open since I just opened it as I went through I can still see the back of the door, it looks like a pink Cherry wood door. Either the one setting this up likes pink just as much as I do, or she had left it there. What the reasoning behind it is, I have no idea. I would have to ask her about it, once I finally do see her.
Just as I had taken a few steps into the dark hall, I see a girl entering from the opposite end. At first I don’t see anything special about her, if it is the dark or the distance since I have no idea as to how long the hall is. The first thing to strike me is that she initially looks as if she is identical to me, then I notice her equine hooves. She has polished her hooves, the same way she had polished her hands? or are these merely gloves and boots? Then it hit me, I would look exactly he same, short of being nude, entirely. Where had the skirt and top I wore gone?
“Hiya, I am Diana!” she merely exclaimed; as she got up a few yards from me, just before she had gotten close enough to reach out her gloved hand and shake mine.
“Hiya, Diana; my name is Pinkamena Diana Pie, call me Pinkie Pie, or just Pinkie, for short. Nice to meet you!” I responded.
“Then you are the Human girl who owns and run the place on your end. Pleased to meet you too. You do know a girl named Twilight Sparkle, right?” she responded.
“Yeah, I know her; she is one of my bestest friends. I take it you know her and her Dragon by the name of Spike too?” I responded.
“Of course. I know everyone in the entire village, you would know that, right?” she merely responded, with a grin and a vibrant giggle to her voice.
For a moment I just looked at her.
“I’m just not used to see myself, or double before me!” I put forth.
“I rarely do either, although there is the incident with the Mirror Pool, when I had several of myself around, which was initially amusing, but did not end too well. While we are here, how about I offer you a silly little treat?” she responded, her grin growing even wider and the giggle more pronounced.
“If you are offering me a treat, I am only too happy to accept!” I responded.
“Good, I just hope you have a moment to spare. Right this way!” she put forth; reaching out her hand and leading me to the third door on the right from her entrance, before she poked up a door and pulled me inside.
“I think I could spare a moment for a treat. Woah? You have worked this into an art!” I exclaimed.
In the corner to the right of the door was a table with a few cans, tubes and vials lined up.
“What do you have in these?” I inquired, pointing at what was lined up on her table with my right hand.
“Oh, that’s just the ingredients of treats, awaiting to be hoofed to my friends!” she responded.
“Have a seat!” she offered; as she puled out a chair from under the table, indicating for me to sit.
“Thanks, Pinkie!” I responded, as I sat down in the chair she pulled out for me.
“Now then, if you would slip your hands into this can, while I attend to your hooves?” she responded; with a sly grin all over her face, her ears clearly perking up firmly.
“What is the gel?” I inquired, hopefully.
“This is a highly elastic rubber base gel, forming a pair of gloves for you to enjoy!” she proclaimed.
“Anything like yours, I hope. You have clearly enjoyed them once already!” I responded.
“Exactly, and yes. I sure did enjoy them!” she pointed out, as she applied the gel from the other can; covering my right and left hoof in short order, as I lifted them up into the air for her.
I noticed the rubber gel curing just instants after I had pulled my hands up, out of the gel in the can she had indicated. The same would go for the gel she applied to my hooves, for all I could see.
“That was easy. You can’t be done; just yet, are you?” I inquired.
“Not by a long shot. I know you want more than just these!” she pointed out, with a suggestive grin.
She picked up a small can, uncapped it and extracted gel she demonstratively applied to my orchid and mound in a fluid and motion in an expertly manner, as if she had done this countless times before. She then extracted more she applied to my rear orifice, using her left hand as she slipped it in between my right and left cheek.
“Oh, that feels kind of strange, but I trust you!” I expressed, with a nervous giggle to my voice; looking at her as she applied a pink gel on my orchid.
While I looked down, I could see the gel slowly, but distinctively formed the most delicate looking orchid I had ever seen. Just that the outer petals are semitransparent and glow in a vibrant sheen, while the surface is glistering warmly.
She applied a new layer of the first clear gel over my mound and orchid, allowing it to cure firmly as I was looking. Then she applied another clear gel on the spot she had applied gel in my rear orifice.
“Since you are Pinkie Pie, you want a warm pink for your nails!” she inquired; more for my benefit since she already knew and had it lined up, I just nodded affirmation.
I could see her applying a clear gel to my nails, then the same to what was to pass for nail extensions; before she pressed each extension to the corresponding nail.
She then moved on to paint my hooves with the same pink hue, right and left. Once the hoof polish had cured; she applied a much thicker, clear gel over the pink, not sure exactly what it was; just that it looks like a glistering, elastic rubber, which should be fun.
“If you place your hands with the palms up on the table before me, I can continue the process!” she pointed out, indicating what she had in mind.
As I complied, she uncapped a small vial and painted a thin line along the nails of my fingers, one by one, from the thumb then all over again on my left hand’s fingers. From there, she applied a slightly cerise gel to the tip of the finger, from the joint and all the way up to the nail.
Once she had finished the latest effect on my hands, she reached down to my orchid and pulled the rubber off of me and held it up before me.
“If you would lick both sides, and I will show you the first part of the treat!” she suggested.
“Okeley, dokeley!” I responded; and licked both the front and the back of the rubbery object, she had molded right onto my orchid and mound.
She promptly slipped it in place onto my mound, slowly rubbing it in while I look at her hands as she did it. As she let go, it occurred to me that I had become wet as if I had been in heat and very excitable.
“How about you place your right hand on your mound and use your index finger to rub the upper tip of your orchid?” she suggested.
The instant my palm touched my mound I felt it wet and slippery. As my finger slips into place it occurred to me that the same goes for my orchid. Just how sensitive I am soon hit me, as a rock from a clear sky.
“Ooooh!” I moan; as my finger slide over the stiff rubber, that covers my orchid.
“Let me help you, and I will give you the next step of the treat!” she merely pronounced as she helped me to my hooves, then made me lean over the table, feeling the surface grace my belly, while my arms spread out to the right and left.
“Ooooh!” I moaned, all over again as I came.
“I knew you would enjoy this!” she responded, as she finished the rear tube she was making right in my rear orifice.
As a tease, she picked up a small clear plug, slipping it into my mouth momentarily, before she retracted it and made me lick the rear end of it.
“Whatever was that for?” I inquired, in a clueless tone.
“Oh, just a random tease from me to you, Pinkie. I hope you will enjoy it for all it is worth!” she merely exclaimed, in excitement.
"If I can enjoy a good prank as much as the next girl; I can enjoy a good tease, just as much as the next girl too!” I pointed out.
“That is the spirit, now if you slip the plug into your rear orifice and push your butt up against the wall for a moment?” she responded, with a sly grin.
“Okely, dokely, lokely!” I responded; as I pushed my butt up firmly against the wall facing the door, just as she had indicated.
Of course I feel the little plug, but thought nothing of it. I hear a wet smack as my butt hit the wall, indicating that the rear end of my plug actually did reach as far as she had expected. Only then; as I pulled back, just enough I realized the plug did not slip out, or let go of the wall; leaving me stuck in place by the wall where my butt pressed up.
“I will teach you how to extract the plug and free it from the wall in a moment, just as I finish eating!” she responded.
“If you are to eat me, I hope I am juicy and tasty!” I suggested bravely.
“I know, that is why I want to eat you!” she responded.
Only then she covered my nibbles with the clear gel; before she continued to cover just the nibbles with a cerise gel, continuing with a nicely thick clear gel and finished off by applying the first clear gel all over my nibbles. I could clearly feel her fingers as she teasingly squeezed my nibbles, before she leaned down in order to place her face between my legs.
Surprised, I realized she grabbed my right leg, just above the hoof and pressed it to the wall, before she repeated the process. For a moment I feared I would fall down or at the very least slide down, as slowly as the plug would concede. My butt stayed in place in the most insistent of manners.
Author's Note
Pinkie Pie's POV (Human)
