Fun in the Sun: A Rare Day with Rarity

by Ponyess

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity, Sex, Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 3876

I had acquired a Rarity and a Luna suit. Once I had dressed up, I install my priced Rarity, looking forwards to the moments together. How was I to expect the passion to her Character. She is so generous and true.

Acquiring a Rarity was unavoidable, once I had learned of the product was launched in Vanhoofer, where I live. From there it was obligatory to install her in style and have her wear a bikini, in the summer, as now.

I did not like to be a mere Human, playing with a simple Hologram, so the Luna suit came out as very handy, wearing it had been very comfortable last Halloween. Why should this be any different?

Guess I am a bit of the Closet bug. I am too shy to come out and reveal who I really am, which may have left me a bit lonely. Would this change anything? At least, I have a companion to share my lonely existence with now.

Published 2015-04-04 05:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-04-04 05:20:02 UTC

An Episode Together: 1

The installation process had been a breeze; that is how easy it is. Just slip the stick into the slot of the Emitter. From there I adjusted her appearance according to how I wanted her to look. Since I wanted her to be more comfortable around me, I chose to make her into an anthropomorphic version of herself, and with E-Cups.

Wearing the Luna suit had proven to be more comfortable than I had remembered. Maybe it is the setting. Maybe it is the thing about being the second time around? Or, is it about the company I was awaiting? I have the suit, so it was the obvious choice, knowing Rarity would recognise her instantly. Luna is an elegant Princess, I was hoping that would put us on the right course. But, who is to say?

As it turned out, very little had to be done. I like her the way she looks in the standard of her Anthropomorphic form. These changes would only go skin deep anyway, aside from the age settings. I chose her to be the standard age as well, imagining it would make her to be roughly twenty-one years of age in my world.

Aside from making her breasts a solid E-Cup, I made her nibbles stand out slightly more than the proportional enlargement would have suggested. Maybe I had intended to let her have some more fun, all along. As a Woman, I liked her to have wider hips, and more mound, then I gave her a highly sculpted and delicate orchid on the top of the mound.

From her common elegance, I gave her more graceful hands, long fingers and inch long semi square nails. Is she is to look as if she could craft the garments, I figured she needed more sensitive fingers, adding the pads to the entire tip, from the joint to the tip of the finger where it meets the nail. The palm of the hand would be smooth and flat. Her hooves ended up more delicate, going with the person I imagined her to be. With just a few adjustments, she ends up having well defined, powerful Equine legs. She never was a weak Pony, I have no intent of making her out to be one now.

As I made the final choices, she soon floated out from the screen and landed on the floor before me. She looks at me with curious eyes. She does recognise me, just as intended.

“Greetings, Princess Luna Lulamoon!” she greeted me as she set hoof on the floor of my home.

“Greetings, Rarity. Welcome to my home. Though you may call me Luna!” I responded.

“Fair enough, Luna. Thank you for inviting me into your home!” she responded.

“You are quite welcome, dear Rarity. Now, if you follow me into the kitchen, I would love to treat you to a hooficure and Manicure. I have the impression you are going to enjoy them!” I expressed, surprising myself with how much like the original Luna I sounded like, even if I am merely
wearing the costume.

“Luna, you apparently know me all too well. I do have a weakness for a treat like the one you proposed to offer me. How could I possibly say no to something like that, when you are proposing to treat me?” she put forth.

“I notice how you just caught me, right there. I know you far too well for that. You used to love to go to the SPA in Ponyville with your friends, where Aloe and Lotus spoiled you for the hour or two the treat is to last. I intend to see you enjoying that as far as I can give you here in my home. To this effect, I am proud to claim that I managed to prepare a Dafodil salad as well. As I recall, it is a fancy dish in Ponyville!” I explained.

“I should expect nothing less from my Princess of the Night. You know me better than most of my friends, with a few exceptions, like Pinkie Pie; however does she manage to know everything about everyone, the way she does?” she responded, following me out of the living room and into the kitchen, as small as it may be.

“Just like Twilight Sparkle, I have failed to grasp her. Earth Ponies like Applejack are easy to understand, Pegasi and Unicorn are fairly straightforward. Even the Changelings and their High Queen Chrysalis is transparent in comparison to Pinkie Pie. I guess we are lucky, she is our friend. Not just for the good she had accomplished in our service as your friend, but also for all the damage she could have caused if she had been our enemy. For now, you are the only one here with me. You are the centre of my attention, the one I am about to spoil with my treats!” I pondered.

“I can not blame either of you for it. Yet, I can appreciate the treat you are extending me. Besides, the salad does look delicious!” she responded as she sat down in the chair indicated to her.

“Then, if you would give me your right hand, so I can give you the treat?” I suggested with a mild, musing smile on my face as I sat down before her.

“Certainly!” she responded, presenting the right hand before me.

“Thank you!” I responded, gripping the hand in my left hand, turning the palm up, producing a vial looking like one you may have nail polish in, uncapping it before I slowly and carefully painted the pads, from the thumb down to the very last one of her hand, coating it with the seemingly thin, clear rubbery gel polish.

I cap the vial as I turn her hand around and uncap the nail polish and polish her nails, center, right and left, right and left. Starting with the thumb, covering only the nail, the entire nail and nothing but the nail, only to repeat the process with the other side of the nail towards the tip. This leaves the nail glistering, shiny.

“If you place your hand on the silver pad of this!” I suggested, indicated the devices intended to cure the clear gel polish I just applied to the nails of her right hand.

“Certainly!” she responded as she eagerly complied with my words, knowing full well what it was intended to do from years of experience.

“Now, if you could give me your left hand for a moment?” I put forth.

“Certainly!” she responded as she placed her hand in my right hand.

I cap the polish and uncap the previous vial, polishing the pads on the fingers of her hand in the same exact manner as I just had with the right hand, just a moment before; then turning her hand, before I repeat the process, capping and uncapping the respective vials, before I polish the nails of the left hand fingers.

A moment later, there is a small, discreet shim from the polish curer, indicating that the polish had cured true and through. Exactly five seconds later, there is a second chime.

“Exactly, the nails of your right hand have cured. Time to cure the n
ails of your left hand!” I pointed out.

“I thought as much!” she responded, nodding, as she pulled out her right hand and placed her left hand on the pad where her right hand had been resting, just a moment before.

“Time for your hooficure!” I pointed out as I produced the container in which the rubbery gel was poured up, for her hooves to soak in.

“Thank you, Luna!” she responded as she lifts her hooves in order for me to push the hoof bath in under the table in order for her to continue to enjoy the treat I had prepared for her.

“While you wait, you can enjoy your salad, Rarity!” I proposed.

“Sounds fair, Luna!” she responded as she picked up the small fork in her right hand, only to be shocked by just how sensitive her pads are after the manicure I had given her a mere moment before.

“I hope you enjoy the salad, the Daisies are hard to come by, if you want them for your salad as opposed to mere decorations. I had these just for you!” I pointed out as I saw her chewing the salad.

She merely nodded in response as she stabbed some more salad, slipped it into her mouth and continued chewing with joy, enjoying the fresh vegetables.

Good thing I had cleared the fridge of all meat products before I activated her original Hologram. Right now, I am not too keen on meat in my diet, maybe it is part of the character as Luna. I had not expected the character of the costume to affect me quite this deeply, as conveniently as it may be in helping me interacting with Rarity.

“I hope I am not distracting you, Rarity!” I pronounced as I produced a tube of clear gel intended for her nibbles.

“Not really, Luna!” she mumbled in response as she dug into the salad I had prepared for her.

Now I set out, taking a good portion of the gel, squeezing her large nibbles as I covered them in the gel, working it into her more sensitive flesh. Feeling the rubber base gel being absorbed as it slowly cured on the skin of her nibbles, leaving the course and highly sensitive nibbles shiny. I take joy in the work and pride in the effect the gel will have upon her. If I had not told her, but the gel helps ground the substance to her physical form, something a friend of mine had told me a while back.

I have the impression her name is Diana Pie, as she had presented herself, back at the time I met and befriended her. She had been very eager on that part for some reason. I guess it is simply the person she is, after all. Maybe I shouldn’t complain.

As I look down, I notice that the liquid in the hoof bath had turned a bright and vivid pink, just the way it had been explained to me. This is the sign that it had worked its magic, as the expression goes. Her hooves had absorbed as much of the substance as they could.

I produce a set of cans with the associated brushes, containing the gels for polishing and hardening the hooves in the manner I had in mind for her, aside from turning them into suction cups and applying the colour I knew she would prefer. As I pull the hoof bath out from under her, where she sits, her hooves doesn’t even drip, a sure sign she had been soaking enough.

“I will continue to apply the gel in order to complete your hooficure, just as I promised!” I pointed out, she merely nodded as she continued to chew on her salad to her heart’s content, just as I had intended for her to do.

Once I initiate the process, it is critical that she consume solid food and fluids in order for her to gather all the physical mass in order for the process to work. I don’t know how long I have, but I intend to see her acquire the physical form, well before the time.

“Luna, could I by chance have some more of the delicious salad?” Rarity inquired, with hope in her voice, expressing her deep appreciation of the dish so generously placed before her.

“Of course, dear Rarity, of course. Just a moment..” I pondered, before I stopped myself and just made the bowl levitate to the table before her.

“Thank you, Luna!” she responded as she filled up her bowl with a fresh portion and continued to eat.

“Interesting, how did that slip my mind?” I thought to myself as I returned to the task at hand.

Of course, as I am Luna, I have all the Unicorn magic I could possibly need. I just never had expected this part coming through in a world where no magic could possibly exist. That is what my teacher persisted to a fault and then some. Maybe I should not cast blame, not right now.

Lifting up her right hoof, covering it in the elastic, soft rubber gel, from the top and down, right and left, right and left, all the way from the centre to the right and left edges behind her hoof. Repeating the process in the same manner under the hoof. Keeping the hoof floating in the air for a few minutes as I lift up her left hoof, repeating the process from the top and from the back of the hoof, then drawing the final line along the upper rim and the lower edge of the left hoof, just as with the right one. Leaving the left hoof hanging in mid air, just like I had with her right hoof.

Once I had reached the desired effect, I apply the hard, adamant coating of the hoof, from the top and down, just as with the previous gel. Only this time, I leave the sole of the hoof without a coating; then I move over to her left hoof, repeating the process once over. As the coat cures and harden, she would be fully capable to walk as if nothing happened, yet this is making the hooves into suction cups.

Leaving her hooves hanging in mid air for a few minutes longer is no effort on me, as it turned out. She has no problem seeing as to what is happening, as a Unicorn herself she has all the experience of the effect.

Now I pick up the deep purple polish, coating the hoof as I did with the soft and elastic rubber gel, only this time it gives her hooves a lovely purple hue instead of making them delightfully soft and elastic in order to perfect the suction of her hooves the way I had desired for her. I paint the second hoof in the same manner. Applying the clear polish, giving the hooves a high gloss finish, leaving them glister even in sparse bedroom light.

The final step merely require the slippery gel on the top of the hooves, and the more sticky, tactile gel under the sole of the hooves. With this completed, I leave her to put her hooves down onto the floor before her.

“I hope I haven’t distracted you from enjoying the salad!” I pointed out.

“Not at all, thank you for the heartfelt concern, dear Lunal. The only actual distraction, is the sensitivity of the tips of my fingers, but I have enjoyed my meal Royally!” she responded in her more delightful measured tone of voice.

“Since I can see that you have had your fill of the salad, maybe we could have a more private and intimate moment for just the two of us?” I suggested as I saw her wide grin.

“Sounds like a plan to me!” she responded, cooing delight.

“Right this way, I hope you will enjoy my bed room. It isn’t very large, but it should be enough for the two of us!” I proposed, stuffing away the last of the remnants of the salad she had left behind and slipped the SPA kit into the nearest shelf it would fit into, before I lead her to the small room.

“Cozy!” she offered as I closed the door behind me as she sit down on my bed.

“It is a bed room, I can make due. I have another little treat for you, if you would not mind?” I offered.

“Certainly not, I expect you to have something extra special for me!” she confessed openly.

“Special. I am certain you will stick by the statement, once you see what I had in mind!” I pointed out, before I help her up on my bed, where she found herself on knees and elbows, closing her eyes in expectation.

Quietly, I squirt clear gel on my right index finger, before I extend it, slipping it over her orchid and inside as far as it would go, before repeating the process between her cheeks and into the rear orifice, feeling her slowly contract as the gel started to affect her into instinctively contract around the finger on reflex, before she even had the time to realise it happened.

I follow up by repeating the process with the next gel increasing her sensitivity three orders, to the least. Once it takes effect, she will enjoy herself immensely, but this is several minutes in the future.

From here I apply a gel adhesive, before I chose a gel lube for her orchid and rear orifice respectively, leaving the entrances slippery and the orchid glistering invitingly with the ultra thick gel covering it entirely.

“If you sit up, while I paint your lips, so you can try out the hand cream?” I offered generously.

“Of course, thank you, Luna!” she responded as she turned around into a sitting position as she is facing me squarely.

“Here!” I exclaimed as I handed over the tube of gel passing for the hand cream, while in fact adding to the effort I had initiated, while I offered her the salad.

She promptly accepted the tube and squirted clear gel into her left hand, before rubbing it into her hands, feeling her skin absorbing it as it covered her hands, curing.

I started out with a base for lip balm, continued with the lip stick and secured it with the lip gloss; then I chose to apply a glossy clear gel over the eye shadow she commonly is wearing, thus finishing the process I had started.

“I love how soft my hands feel now, thank you, Luna!” she responded as she noticed that her hands had been saturated.

“If you place a finger on your orchid? After that, you can lie on your back, and I will give you an experience to treasure for the rest of your days!” I promised eagerly.

“Oh!” she responded and complied, only to feel the wet slippery juices covering her orchid, giving her the first impression of being wet, then she felt herself contract at the instant her finger made contact, just before she felt the course rubbery surface of the orchid and the reaction as she slide the finger over her orchid.

“Ooooh!” she moaned as she rubbed her finger over her orchid.

After the second oh, I follow her down onto the bed, placing my right hand on the breast, slowly rubbing it for a moment, only to enjoy the feeling of the firmness under my hand, before I pinched the nibble and teased her for a good moment, thus eliciting a further reaction of excitement from her, as I see the pleasure beaming through her eyes.

“So intense, and I do feel wet. Yet, why does it not smear?” she responded.

“Not all my dreams are nightmares. I want for you to enjoy yourself with me. That is because I glued it in place. I hope you enjoy the feeling of being wet. I know I certainly do!” I responded.

“This is all so new to me, but I think I doooh enjoy it. Or, at least I could learn to. Will just take some effort to get used to this!” she responded with intermittent moans as she reacted to stimulation as she spoke.

“Slowly does it!” I put forth and placed my right index finger on the middle of her lower lip, feeling her lips contract around the fingers as I keep it in place, only slowly sliding it and inch further in.

I could clearly see the shocked surprise in her eyes as she realised that her lips reflexively contracted around my finger. As much as she may try to part her lips, she would fail miserably.

Just to see the expression in her eyes as it spread out over her face. Yet, the increasing stimulation building up tempered her feelings and sensitivity, bit by bit. Just the slightest touch would keep her lips sealed, yet the emotions building up within her would tease her no end. In a sense, I envy her for what I could permit her to feel.

Putting the finger on her lip is but a hint towards how she would feel and react on what I had prepared her for, what I am going to let her feel later, together with me.

My left hand on her left breast, caressing and teasing the softness under my hand, placing my thumb on the tip of her large nibble. Pushing the envelope by pressing down, just enough to get what I thought would be the full effect as I rub the tip of the nibble slowly, insistently in circles.

If her nibbles had been enjoyably large before, my teasing clearly affected her as they swell under my attention. Rubbery coarseness through the thick slipperiness I had afforded her, just like the top with framed openings for her nibbles to peak out through, with similar effect to the bikini bottom. Just like the nail and hoof polish, the choice of colour is the deep purple to go with her mane and tail.

As her moans grows deeper and more animated, her eyes are slowly glazing over as she slowly floats out of focus, soon feeling the first orgasm coming over her.

I place my lips on her free nibble in excitement, kissing her with heated passion, parting my lips, licking the tip of the nibble, feeling the slippery surface. As I press forwards, parting my lips just enough to push to pass her nibble, sucking tentatively, then harder. After a moment I get the reward, the first slight squirt of the thick juice that is the milk she produced. Fired up, I give the nibble a few more sucks, only to be richly rewarded. Feeling the milk flow down my throat as I eagerly lick the side of her nibble, feeling it soon as large as it would go.

Pressing my lips together as I suck, pulling my head back, just to give the nibble a tentative tug before I let go.

She moans intensely, albeit inwardly since she can’t express a sound outwardly with the finger still on her lower lip, thus maintaining her lips inevitably sealed.

I pull her hand out of her face, just before I place my lips on hers in a heated kiss, parting my lips just enough to slip my tongue in between hers in a tease, feeling her lips contract around it.

For the sake of the tease, I lead her hand to trace the outline of my back, only for her to find her hand at the rear, before it slips into her rear orifice effortlessly, her being incapable of preventing the entrance, unless she tried to pull her hand back. Once entering, she would find herself contracting around the fingers and the hand as it slips in.

Coarse rubber teasingly intensifying the experience further for both of us.