Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

A Royal Night: 3

He stands before me, entirely nude. His white hide slightly to the pink side. I know why, and so does he. A mare in his room, even if he thinks I am a mere Doll, which currently serves me just fine. I want him relaxed and at ease, no male hangups or any other distractions.

As it is, he is mine. I will make him do exactly what I wanted him to do, all along. The curious convenience, I merely wanted him to smile all along. I just want him happy and content, right now.

I guess I do have a more selfish goal as well since I did expect to enjoy him on a more physical level as well. Could you blame me? What mare had never had a fancy about being with him, or another Stallion just like him. Rarity once nurtured such a dream, until she met him face-to-face. At the time, he looked down at her and put her in the place he found befitting her.

Since I know why, I found a way around the problem. Of course he couldn’t have just any common Mare by his side, particularly not on such an occasion as the Grand Galoping Gala of all times. There is no occasion, and there is no public here. It is after all in the privacy of his highly guarded room.

Personally, I had no hangups on public or occasion, I merely wanted to have fun and see all the Ponies smile and hear them laugh, even if some was at my very own expense. So long as it wasn’t at the expense of any other Pony who couldn’t take it, I guess I am still fine with it.

“If only he knew, just who he had before him. I am still the very same Pinkie Pie I was before, and when I saw him at the Gala, yet I am not letting that get in my way. I may have been raised as a Rock Farmer, which says nothing of my ancestry, or where I am today!” I thought quietly, not a sign on my face, just the same smile.

“There is no point in asking the Doll who crafted her, or who commissioned her for me. Kind of a shame since I would love to thank the Stallion in person and publically!” Prince Blueblood thought, merely adding a strange tint to his smile.

“I know you want to sample me, to experience me in every aspect!” I told him.

“What Stallion wouldn’t want to experience and explore his new Doll or Mare? Yes, of course I want to do all that with you, or to you, depending on your perspective!” he responded.

“How about a kiss since you haven’t touched my face yet!” I proposed.

He couldn’t hide his feelings, he did not even bother. Why, the Doll before him couldn’t hurt him, or his position. He knew me, I wanted nothing but to make him happy and smile.

“That sounds delightful, I can’t make you insist!” he responded, before he leans forwards and place his hands on my cheeks, then planted his lips squarely on mine.

With delicate, slow moves, I placed my hands on his waist and then moved them up to his chest in a fluid motion, in the manner one expected only a Doll, or possibly an experienced dancer could have managed to pull off.

My hands slowly rubbed his chest as my nails teased the outer surface of his hide in a manner few would dare. I slowly put just enough presure behind as I responded and returned his kiss, slowly parting my lips, just enough to slide my tongue out.

I did not mind talking to him, just as I knew he was quite pleased to have me to talk to. He felt almost as if I was the mare, yet not quite enough to be a burden or a risk to him, the perfect balance.

As the seconds slowly ticked away, I killed all the light in the room, we did not need it right now. I have no idea exactly how I performed the spell, or spells, this is just the way everything has always been for me. Things happen, I simply learn to live with it and interpret what it means.

Most of my regular spells gave a blue glow in my horn, corresponding with the colour of my eyes. Just that blushing carried through in a bright pink, the colour of my hide, which corresponded only too well with the blushing as well. Then I have a few spells that gave a light blue to cyan, or a more bright white glow. I guess it is just as well, I never encountered a spell that corresponded with a green glow, considering what I connected the green glow with. From Queen Chrysalis, to the incantation of Materialisation Rarity picked up in the book Spike incidentally handed her, on the occasion when she was down after the needlessly harsh critics she had faced.

There was something special in merely holding my hands up onto his chest and teasing his hide, although the warmth of the kiss, the hidden passion he finally was free to release.

I could feel a warmth he felt he could never express, not with the mares in his surroundings. Either they were just not for him, not interested, or they were too far beneath him for him to even care what they felt or wanted in the first place. There was never a Mare around, one who wanted to be with him, one he felt he could give himself to. As to the Dolls, they never gave anything back, they were merely a physical release, a form for him to play with, for the short while, before he grew bored of them. They were mainly plastic toys, the once you grew out of. You learned of it in foal-hood, then you knew it.

Now, there was the not quite mere, the not quite toy, a Doll who actually did respond. Almost as if she had been a sister. She kind of acted as if she was a mare, and she felt the same way.

Just that no Mare had ever presented herself to him, no quite in this way. She had been prevented, due to the low rank, the lacking position in life. There were very few Mares on his place in the hierarchy, which left him feeling empty and alone. Maybe this had caused him to act out his frustration on the scores of Mares beneath him who wanted to be with him, merely as a tool to climb on the ladder. Was there any of them who truly cared for him, liked him anyway? He refused to see it.

“Since I noticed how you looked at me and my hooters, maybe you would enjoy to examine them further?” I enticed him, just as the kiss broke.

“If you ask me, besides, as a Doll, you are supposed to enjoy everything I do with you, right?” he responded.

“Yes, I did. I have a feeling you are going to enjoy this, more than you are prepared to let on, or tell any Mare or Stallion!” I continued.

He noticed that my playful joy still was lacing every last word I uttered in his presence. What I told him gave him no choice, he conceded to himself.

Once I had suggested the act, he was taking it almost as if it had been an order, he couldn’t refuse, yet it was what he had desired all along. Maybe I was looking and feeling too much like a true Mare for him to just do, what he knew he wanted all along. I could clearly feel his hands as he slowly and ever so gently cupped both the orb-like jigglies I had referred to as hooters. I had merely chosen the word since it was expected to make him more excited than the other.

I could feel him rubbing the soft jigglies, squeezing them and finally pinching the large nibble on my right jigglie. From there, I guess the distance wasn’t as much of a hindrance, which caused the spark to fly. The next moment he moved his face closer, ending up kissing my nibble.

His soft, hot lips, touching the coarse rubber, as slippery as it is with the slippery cover, only to tease his lips as much as it excited me. Maybe I had been more selfish than I cared to let on, yet I could as well enjoy this to the fullest, while I give hm a good time I did not originally know he needed. Yet, I am not the generosity, I am laughter and joy.

After a mere moment of hesitation, his lips parted and he dared to let his tongue out in order to taste the nibble. To his surprise, there is a sweet taste to it, not quite nectar, but sweet enough to be enticing.

As he parted his lips just enough to allow the nibble to slide in I moan. The sensation couldn’t be denied, it was feeling better than even I had expected. I guess he recognised the sound, after all, even if he had no recollection of it, but it should reverberate well with him.

The next moment, he gave my nibble a tentative suck, only to be shocked to feel a slight squirt hit the back of his mouth. He merely closed his eyes, no idea as to what to do and how to react. Just that once he had closed his lips around my nibble, little more was required. If he did not suck, I gave him the action as a gift, shaking slightly, just enough to make it, thus giving him the second squirt as the friction between his lips and my nibble gave me what I wanted.

“I like them large, just never had them quite this large before. I wasn’t prepared for you to squirt as I sucked. I guess I could get used to this. This certainly is something the Doll is better at. I couldn’t find a mare with these perfect hooters and large nibble that actually squirted out of excitement!” he mumbled, just after he puled his head up from my nibble.

“Let me be your perfect mare, and you will have all the time available to explore me as much as you like. I know you are enjoying it already!” I responded in a dreaming and slightly more teasing voice, smiling at him.

Of course I had prepared for him, most of the possible eventualities, at any rate. There are after all the few contingencies I couldn’t truly prepare for. If it came down to that, I did not want to be there and explore the experiences. Maybe I was taking a chance, going here as a Doll. Yet, I was counting on him to prefer to enjoy me as the Mare I look like, which is closer to the truth than I could ever let him know.

The amusing thing is, in about a year, that question would be moot, particularly if we did, what I knew he would love to do, had to lead to. How would he react on a pregnant Doll, or all the things in his Universe?

Then it hit me, I had to wake him up early, with a wet dream he would not forget any time soon, unless he had a very poor memory. I know I will remember, but I couldn’t forget anything. That includes the few years I lived at home with my family, before Rainbow Dash ignited the inspiration leading up to what I became. The Mare I am under the rubber that makes me into his doll, for as long as I am here with him.

“How could I ever prevent you from being just that? I am realising that you are exactly the Mare I had been dreaming of and waiting for, all these years. You make me wish you were more than the mere Doll I have before me. With every new aspect of you, you make me explore, I find something I love!” he pronounced.

That was not what I had expected him to say, yet I had had a pretty solid hunch. I guess I knew him better than I had actually hoped for.

“If you keep your left hand right where it is on my hooter, you still have one hand free for something else. I suggest you place it on my mound. I know you know how and where to move on from there!” I merely suggested in a tone that gave him no options or alternative, other than what I had just told him.

I did not need to force him, just make him desire, what I wanted for him to do. This merely requires for me to word suggestions in the right direction at the proper time. After that, he is willingly doing exactly what I wanted for him to do. I particularly enjoy him teasing my nibbles, more so than I had dared to expect. If it is just the way it feels, if it is him doing it, or the way it is the Doll enjoying what he was doing, who is to say?

Little by little, his eyes told me what I wanted to know. His eyes clearly told me, I have him, not that he truly was resisting, but I was gaining the control.

“Of course, Mistress!” he uttered in a rather excited voice as he once more placed his lips on my nibble, while his left hand did stay where it was on top of my other jigglie.

His right hand soon found itself on my mound, just before he started to rub the rubbery petals of my rubber orchid, only to cause me to moan.

Maybe I had not been fully prepared for just how sensitive my orchid is, while I am this Doll. As if I mind, I like it this way. I almost wish I could have granted him the same, yet I know I can’t. Not just because it would ruin my disguise, of course, which it would.

I ended up, moaning with every, or every other move as he rubbed my rubber petals. I couldn’t say anything, for much longer, I had to give him all the instructions I needed for him to carry out, and in the few remaining minutes.

“I love how you rub the petals of my orchid, maybe you could give the left nibble something like that?” I suggested in a moan.

He merely nodded, with my nibble in his mouth, firmly in between his lips.

“Now, if you would give my nibble a tentative suck, just for the feel of it?” I moaned as he rubbed the other nibble, he readily complied, rewarded with a nice little squirt of my fresh Mare’s milk.

“Maybe you could try to suck just a bit harder, then again? I love how it feels when you did that. How about you suck even harder?” I moaned.

Of course, once he had started to suck, he would be hard pressed to stop, not to mention, to say anything. A new fresh squirt flowing down his mouth and throat with every time. Just a bit more, then the previous. If only I had known, just what effect or effects this would have on him.

I wanted to scream, the joy he filled me with. I knew he would be smiling all night long now. Although I guess I had a few more tricks to tease and tempt him with.

There is the one thing I could do for him, the thing he couldn’t do right now. Even if there were a few more things I wanted for him to explore. I guess these could wait. With that, I placed my right hand on his sheath. Slowly rubbing him, teasing him out. Once he peaked out, I placed my hands around him, slowly rubbing his head. With the palms of my rubbery hands, I could easily encompass him comfortably.

There is a strange sensation, the rubber rubbing him. I just continued. Not sure how long it would take, so I had to feel my way, easing him into the state I had in mind, making him stay on top for as long as I was able.

Now I did learn of a special talent the rubber has been enchanted with. For one, it doesn’t get sticky when it gets moist, or stained by his sauce. With that, I can keep teasing him unhindered and undeterred, for about as long as I could desire to.

After a few minutes, I could see the first signs of the shift in his expression and the blush on his prime white cheeks. White can’t hide the slightest of blushes, which only amused and pleased me at this point.

I feel his heart-rate climbing with the tone of read in his face, I knew the reasons. This is what I had been after. The silly smile of his contentment, the pleasure and joy he experiences as he was allowed to play with me as his perfect doll, while I stimulated him in order to lift him oer the border his mere fun couldn’t make him breach.

There was the inevitable moment, and I had to let him go. I couldn’t hold him up here for much longer, not just because he was tired and sleepy. I was pushing him towards the outer limit of his endurance. Just as I felt him about to crumble, I pushed him over the edge, made him hit the climax he had been about to have, or lose for a good long while.

This isn’t a matter of generosity versus selfish needs, it is about me enjoying giving him what made him smile. The one thing I always craved. I couldn’t escape the fact.

I release my grip around him, with hands covered in his sauce. Letting him lie down on the bed, his head resting on the large pillow. To my surprise, he didn’t merely roll over and fall asleep. He afforded me a good long glance, smiling at me, his excitement glowing in his eyes. Almost as it did in my horn.

For the longest of instants, he looked up at me, looked at me, where I lie at his side. He is clearly smiling, conveying the love, the appreciation and how much he had enjoyed the short while. Letting on, he was looking forwards to more.

He slowly closed his eyes as I watched him close his eyes and slowly drift away towards the Luna who kindly opened her door towards the land of dreams for all sleeping Ponies or critters alike. Of course, I soon followed him. I need my sleep, just as much as any Pony else.

I had memorised the schedule of his day, the one short glimpse is all I needed. Not that it bothered him to let me see. A mere Doll, even as precious as I, sill is just a Doll, even with all the joy I could grant him.

Convenient or no, I woke up well before him. I slipped out of bed, standing in the middle of the room. For a moment, I just enjoyed the view. Looking at the beautifully woven tapestries covering the wooden panels of his walls. How many bits and gems must have gone, just to cover the cost of acquiring and putting them in place. These tapestries looks fresh, as if they had been new. The floor, covered with several finely woven mats. Precious, but durable fabrics in both tapestries and mats, of course. Maybe I am a simple Pony, but my recollections from Celestias Royal palace told me all I needed to know, correlating with the times I had been speaking with princess Celestia and now Princess Rarity about these things.

Unlike others, I need merely a quick side glance and a cautionary comment to know, that is how my memory works. As much as it could have been a pain, I put my effort into steering and focus on what is at hand.

With the time I had before me, I could take a moment to explore and enjoy the site, to enjoy the decor of his room. Just as I have enough time to explore my options and warm up for the task at hand. I want to enjoy it with him, even if I am just a Doll to him. The strangely amusing thing about being the Doll, you have opportunities no Mare would ever have. Just like seeing the private chambers of the Prince known as Blueblood. How many Mares wouldn’t love to have my place, right now, if only they knew the opportunity was there, waiting.

There is a hidden door behind one of the tapestries, where the wardrobe is storing all the clothes he ever wears. Behind another to the left, his Stalions’ room is hidden. Just out of site, while fully accessible to him.

Of course, now I need to do, what I had in mind for him, before he stirs. I want to do this little thing for him in order to cause the wet dream for him. I need to take the opportunity, to catch his last dream of the night.

Standing before him, to the right of his large Royal sized bed, both hooves firmly planted on the floor, before I started out, teasing myself in an effort to see the details. First I placed my right hand on my mound, teasing my orchid with my fingers by rubbing the petals. Before I released a moan, I stop, merely placing my left hand over my mouth, preventing any stray moans.

Now I rather place my fingers on the rim of the elastic orchid, letting my left hand fall, in order to have four fingers slipping into the tight orifice since it contracted instantly and instinctively on contact. Once my fingers were spread out, I slowly pull my hands apart, only to see how eagerly my orchid expanded as I pulled at the rim.

From there, I slowly, quietly slip up onto his bed, only folding the quilt aside, giving me access to what I had in mind. Firmly placing my knees to the right and left of his chest, before I lower myself, soon to feel his bro touch my orchid. At this point, all it takes is to push forwards, down, and he eagerly slip into me. This is exactly why I chose the opportunity to pick the moment of his last dream of the night.

Quietly, I move my hips up and down, up and down in a fluid motion, feeling him inside while he is still soundly asleep.

Just as he is about to wake up from the highly intensified dream, I pull up, only to realise that I couldn’t pull him out. I place my hands on my mound, slipping my fingers in and prevent my orchid from contracting, before I once more pull up, this time I feel him sliding out of me.

At this point, I lazily slide to the side and slide the quilt back over him and me, in order for him to think he woke up first. I lie with my back turned towards him, just in case.

I feel him move to the wardrobe, picking up the clothes he is to wear as he leaves the room for his breakfast. Naturally, I am not expected there, a Doll doesn’t eat, after all. I hear the steps as his hooves move over the floor and he stops, slipping the pants on, before he put on a shirt and pants, before he slips into his royal robe and walks out of the room.

The last I hear of him is the door as it opens and moments later slams shut. With that, he is out of the room. I will not see him for several hours, he has serious royal business to attend to. Business where a mere Doll is not expected.