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)