Author's Note
Pinkie Pie's POV
E is for Everyone
I noticed Ditzy, the local Mail-Mare coming by just after breakfast. I love the cheerful smile she so commonly wears. She is a fresh breeze to me. This time she is carrying a beige package to me.
The thing with anything in beige in the mail, you know you have to take care of them. Either it is a bill, or it is that highly desired item you sent for my mail. As opposed to these colourful, shiny items, containing the worthless commercial crap. I commonly throw these away with no second thought.
Packages on the other hand, I love packages. They commonly contain something useful and highly desired. Hay, even sugar and flour is fun and useful, I consume huge amounts of these in my every day job as I bake the pastries and cakes for the café I work at. I love baking and selling pastries at the Sugar-Cube Corner. All the friends passing through with a few words and a smile to share.
This is no such things. The address is clearly mine. I read; “Pinkamena Diana Pie”, which clearly is me. Inside I find a set of suits, bikinies to be exact, which I guess I have to with my friend Rarity in mind. There are tops, skirts, gloves and boots. Everything is the same metallic bloody red, glistering smooth fabric, or is it material. They have no labels, just a print on the inside; “E is for Everyone”, it stated. They seem to be a fairly good fit to me.
The one thing to stick out is the top that appears to be an A-Cup. Speaking of sticking out; that is what my nibbles will do when I wear the top. There is an exit intended for the nibbles. Looking closer, it looks as if they are meant to hold the nibbles firmly, just that the whole is wider than my nibbles are. That told me there is something more to these tops. And the suit in general.
I like to were nothing but a bikini in summer when it is hot. This red is just right for me and the occasion I may wear them at. The colour will be just enough from my pink skin, without being too far from it. I love pink, just like Dashie loves flying and Twilly loves to read.
Without actually putting the suit on, I can’t actually see all that much of what made it stick out and feel special. The smooth material may be a hint, but it did not spoil the exploration I am supposed to do when I put them on. I have the idea that it is intended for more intimate situation, but from what I see, these should be just fine to wear outside as well. At least, for me it should. Even if I guess Rarity would refuse to wear these outdoors.
I felt an urge to try the suit out, just before bedtime ended up the moment I had been waiting for. Looking at the package and the content it was containing. I start with the top, pulling it down over my body, feeling it slip down over my skin, all the way down. The material stop just an inch below the hooters. I take a moment to explore the feeling of the new garment. As I group myself, I soon notice what the label suggested, my hooters are perfect orbs, E-Cups with my nibbles poking out the way I figured had been intended all along, but it does feel as if the nibbles are slightly squeezed, the way I had imagined as I saw the design.
As I leave the top in place I pick up the minimal skirt and step right into it, right and left, only to find the integrated panties within. Just like the top, this leaves me with my mound vastly expanded. Had I looked closer, I would have seen my orchid delicately sculpted, pressing firmly against the material, but without actually bothering me. I enjoy the tight sculpted fit of the garment. Of course the skirt only covers my hips, and just barely.
From there, I step right into the boots, left and right, and slip my hands into the gloves in the same manner. I can clearly see the glistering surface of the garments. Only now I realise, these boots are sucker-Cups, just like the once I wore when I caught the cake twin as he was flying around in the house. Only these are fancy enough for even Rarity to wear, had they been the colour of her choice. I doubt she would even consider wearing red boots. With or without the curious squeaking or the suction they came with. The gloves have two interesting features, first they give the impression of inch long semi square nails, perfectly manicured, something I guess she could enjoy as well. They also exaggerate the tips of my fingers in a manner that makes it look like the pads on the paws of a pet, like a cat or a dog. Something both Rarity and Applejack would have some experiences with.
I leave the suit on as I go to bed. It is time to hit the hay, I am tired after a long day. Besides, tomorrow is a new day, I intend to catch it early. No matter of what day it is, I still get up early. I never have any problems to sleep, I need but lay my head on the pillow and close my eyes.
The sun reflects in the blue and yellow balloons in the ceiling of my room, hitting my face with inspiring rays of light. I soon wake up to the new day, still wearing the entire suit from the day before. The firm material makes it feel as if I had been less than the common B-Cup I used to be, not that it bothers me. I don’t need the distraction from my hooters jiggling as I bounce around in my daily life, who does? Yet, it is apparently popular to see hooters large.
Folding the quilt to the side and slipping my legs off of the bed, only to surprised pull my hoof back just before I was about to step on one of the special pink balloons cowering under my bed. I love all my balloons, they are special to me. As much as I love the attention and staying in the centre of attention, I don’t need loud bangs from popping balloons. Particularly not my own pink once.
I fold the quilt back in place just after putting my hooves firmly down onto the floor. A soft and suggestive squeak from my hooves, then repeating with each step I take. I don’t mind, why let it get to me, it is festive to me.
There is a knock on the door, just a moment after I had finished breakfast and cleaned up after myself. As I open the door, Surprise is there.
“Hiya, Pinkie!” she exclaims excitedly as she sees my face in the door.
“Hiya, Surprise. What a delightful surprise!” I exclaim in response and step aside, thus inviting her in, into the small room behind the door.
“I love your suit, where did you get it from? It doesn’t look like something Rarity would craft for you!” she continued, still in the same excited tone, ears perked up and mane curling up.
“Came by mail the other day. I have no idea who sent it, no returning address on the package it came in. I could let you try one on, if you like it. Feels great to wear, even if I guess I am going to make a bit of a big entrance, where ever I go!” I put forth.
“Just one of these beige packages with no address on them? You mean you have another suit, just like it? I couldn’t make you insist, Pinkie. Oh yeah, I thought you were a C, but this looks like an E to me!” she responded.
“If you follow me up to my room, you are free to try one out. Yeah, but this is an E, from what the label said!” I responded with a giggle to my voice.
“Okeley, Dokeley. Sure thing, Pinkie!” she responded, excited over the prospect of exploring the content of the mysterious gift box.
I bounce up the flight of stairs with Surprise hot on the heel, bouncing but a few steps behind me as I stop dead, just before the door, opening in order to let her in. I close the door behind me, the instant after she entered the room.
“That is the box!” I stated, pointing squarely at an overly officious and anonymous beige box.
“They sure did not want the box to be stopped for any reason. Just your address and full name on it, and nothing but. Open it?” Surprise pointed out in hushed tones, with a trace of giggle to her voice as she smiles back at me.
“That sure is my name. Okeley, dokeley!” I exclaimed as I flipped the flaps protecting the secret contents from the public eye.
“Here you go, feast your eyes on these suits. Oh, and do try one out, I am absolutely sure you will enjoy wearing one of them!” I pointed out.
“I recognise the fabric, but these looks as if they were barely A-Cups, Pinkie,” she pointed out as she pulled up a red top, slowly slipping it on;”E is for Everyone!” she read as she pulled it out of the box and pulled it over her head and then down onto her body.
“No clasp, no nothing, just a comfortable garment. Now it feels as if it wasn’t even there, even if it does hold my hoot6ers firmly in place. I guess I could see how this could be comfortable and convenient to someone like you, Pinkie!” she put forth.
“Firm hooters is always better, when you are as bubbly and bouncy as I am!” I concluded.
“I could see that when you bounced up the stairs a few steps before me. I need to give them a good squeeze in order to confirm what I imagine I am seeing before me!” she put forth, lifting her hands up to her chest, slowly exploring her own hooters for a moment, the rubbing the now considerably larger nibbles for a good moment, making a silly, yet increasingly excited expression as she continued.
“You need my help to hold them in check while you try the skirt on?” I teased her, indicating the skirt I was wearing and that there were all full suits.
“Need may be the wrong word, but I think I could enjoy and appreciate your touch!” she responded as she picked up the exceedingly short skirt, barely covering the hips in the first place.
“That works with me, Surprise!” I responded as I placed my hands on her hooters, slowly grouping away, teasing her smile to grow even more silly as she grew excited from my stimulation.
“You sure do know your way around hooters too, Pinkie!” she merely responded as she giggles profusely, while stepping into the skirt, right and left, pulling it all the way up, then feeling her mound expand under the slippery red material.
“All in a day’s work, keeping my friends happy. I do have my own hooters to work up too, so there is plenty of room for practice!” I teased as I giggling placed the tips of her thumbs on the tips of her nibbles, then eagerly started to rub them carefully in my teasingly exciting manner.
“Ooooh!” she moaned, “I sure could get used to this. I wasn’t expecting that!” she responded in pure delight.
“How about you try the boots on?” I incited in a more teasing voice, while still giggling excitedly.
“Sure!” she merely responded as I kept on teasing her nibbles.
“Good girl!” I continued as she picked up the boots, eyes blowing eagerly as she slipped her hooves into them, right and left.
“That was almost too easy!” she put forth, almost as if she had suspected something.
“Don’t start to jump up and down, before you have put on the gloves!” I teased her.
“Oh, yeah. These gloves!” she pondered as she grabbed the indicated gloves, slipping her hands in, right and left, feeling them swallow her hands, eagerly and lustfully.
“How about you place your right hand on your mound now?” I merely incited her, with a playful grin floating around on my face as I told her.
“Ooooh!” she exclaimed as her index finger incidentally stroked her orchid before she realised it was.
“Just don’t jump too high in your excitement!” I responded, pointing towards the squeaking noises from the boots she wears.
“I am surprised by how well the top reins in my hooters. I feel them, but they don’t jump around even as much as they used to as small as they were before. Would you mind if I keep the top?” she reacted with a giggle to her voice.
“By all means, please keep it. If it makes you happy the way it feels as I wear it, it is my pleasure to see you wearing it!” I pointed out, looking as her finger slides over the top of the ridge of her orchid, once more after the initial shock.
“Ooooh! I will!” she gasped as I lean forwards, placing my lips on her right nibble, kiss it and insistently suck, feeling the nibble slide all the way in.
A Moment after I started to lick the hard red nibble, I feel the first splash; that means I had managed to hit home, even if it may have been aided by the excitement she caused herself, and the suit I had incited her into wearing.
There is a long, extended silence as I feel the splash coat the inside of my mouth, slowly flowing down my throat. I couldn’t say a word or make a sound.
