Author's Note
Scratcher Girl Cerisia's POV
Private Log: 1
Apparently it is one of all these sunny days in Ponyville, just as they had said. Not that I mind a sunny day, it is just right, even if a rainy day is just as fun. Most days I am at work, anyway. Besides, I love my work, scratching the Ponies’ heads.
Pinkie Pie is a special favourite for me, with her pink body, tightly curled mane and the ever present smile and joy. I use to buy much of my food from her at the Sugar-Cube Corner, where she work at the Cakes’ cafee.
Of course I like Twilight Sparkle, the former Librarian of town, now the Princess of a growing, sprawling little town. She supply me with all the books I could ever dream of, for when ever I like to read, and she knows exactly what books I like, even before I enter the library.
Rarity is another clear favourite, the crisp white coat, her fancy styled purple mane. Naturally, she is the Go-to, any time I need something to wear. If I happen to be low on bits, she happily craft me the suit anyway. She is the most generous Pony I ever knew. She has a cute filly by the name Sweetie Belle living by her place. A very adorable little filly, if you asked me.
As the sun of Celestia shines into my small bed room, I soon open my blue eyes, curiously looking around the room. Naturally, nothing had changed since the other day, I did not expect it where I came from, and I don’t expect it here in Ponyville, just south of the centre of Equestria either. Why? Should my items and clothes move around in the room by themselves, while I sleep? Or would I be one of these sleepwalkers, rearranging my home, while I slept?
On that thought, how convenient if I had been making by breakfast, cleaned my room and washed my clothes while I was fast asleep? I guess I could enjoy the thought, for as long as it lasted. Yet, that just is not me.
My bed is to the right of the door, with only a bed stand on the side, on which I keep the book I read before I go to sleep in the night. I have never needed an alarm-clock since I moved in here in Ponyville, thankfully. Something I am ever so grateful for.
On the other side I have a small table with two chairs, where I can have a cup of tea or a private meal. Unless I have a friend over, in which case she would sit in the other chair.
Of course, the window is on the free wall opposing the door, between the bed and the table, where else? This is after all a very small room.
I have a wardrobe in the corner between the window and the table, where I have my clothes when I don’t use them.
Thankfully, the shower and the mares’ rom is between the wardrobe and the table. Just enough room for the two doors. The arrangement is strictly utilitarian, just what you need as a mare. I can manage my hygiene without leaving my room.
Just like my suit, the top and skirt, my hooves and nails are a bright, luminous cerise. I had been free to choose the colours myself.
My skin is a light cerise, close to what is common for what was referred to as white girl’s skin. I guess the word is skin-tone. Incidentally, the pads that makes up the finger under my inch long nail is the same cerise as the suit. Guess I am lucky. The pad only cover the finger from the last joint up to the edge of the nail. My nails cover the entire edge of the finger, from just after the actual joint. I need my fingernails in my work, it is how I perform, scratching the Pony before me.
Aside from scratching the head and ears of the Pony, I may feed her with either fork or spoon, depending on the kind of food she had ordered.
While at work, I am served several meals each and every day, when I am not serving a customer, that is. While I am on the floor, I put my entire effort into the Pony before me; Scratching and feeding, in general. If I am in the privacy of a VIP suite, I could be dancing as well, but I rarely am in one of the few suites of the Inn. Not that I care all that much, either way. I can enjoy the suite, but the open floor is just fine by me.
Of course the pads are exceedingly sensitive, they help me do my job. Yet, the effect can be used for private purposes in a very enjoyable and exciting manner, if and when you are in the right mood, particularly if you have the right some Pony there with you. This effect does go with my hooves as well.
Once the pads got enhanced sensitivity, the same enhancement did go along with my other sensitive areas, like my lips and nibbles. The same goes for both my lower orifices. I can’t exactly say that I have a reason to complain, I certainly enjoyed to tease my orchid enough already before I accepted the job as a Scratcher Girl. Only now; I guess it is hard, not to enjoy this.
Some of us may find it regrettable that there are so few male scratchers. I don’t let this detail get in the way of my joy. If I need a male that badly, I guess I could have tried to pick up a stallion. I haven’t, but I have the idea that it has happened, not that any Pony has complained. If they had, I have the idea, I would have known. The Inn keeper would have made it clear to us, if such a thing was a problem.
Personally, I prefer another girl in my bed. I guess it is something in how I expect the other girl to feel and experience it the same way, the same acute sensitivity. I like my partner to enjoy it as much as I do.
For now, I haven’t had any personal offers, albeit it isn’t forbidden. Although this is no part of my services. What I do on my free time is my business, so far as I don’t break any local or national laws.
From what I have come to understand, there are two types of Scratchers; feet or hooves. Since I have hooves, I have a minimal muzzle, slightly longer than my nose was, before I signed up. I also have these equine ears. The once with feet look almost identical to what they were looking like before, aside from the hands. Although I imagine they have some minor changes to their feet, they are bound to have pads, similar to the once on their hands, just no toenails, from what I could have seen.
On my free time, I frequently go to the SPA, enjoying the services Aloe and Lotus are providing. If I feel like having a private suit, I go to Rarity, the local tailor or seamstress. I enjoy her craft immensely, if I am permitted to say so myself; which I am only too happy to admit in her presence as well. Another joy is the Sugar-Cube Corner, where I enjoy the muffins and Cupcakes Pinkie Pie spends her time baking.
Personally, I keep my mane in a more typical Unicorn style, splitting the bangs in two, up front in the middle. I keep the rest of the hair in two thick braids, reaching all the way down to where my tail would have been, had I had one, the way any Pony does.
I enjoy the adaptions, both the once I just do as a part of a style, and the deeper once, like my legs that were adjusted in order for me to walk on my hooves, rather than on the feet I grew up with.
My hands and most of my body isn’t really changed at all, aside from the tips of my fingers.
Had they asked me, I would have agreed and accepted a tail in the same style as my mane.
I had slipped out of the skirt and top I wore the day before, only to slip into an identical, but freshly washed suit. After that, I had been feasting on a pile of muffins I bought from Pinkie Pie the other day. Naturally, I had washed it down with juice I buy from Apple Jack on a weekly basis.
Since my suit covers my private parts, you don’t see either my nibbles, or my orchid, while I am dressed up in my work uniform. Not that the Ponies would care much either way. I guess it is more for the sense of privacy for us girls. It marks a line between our private lives and our public position at work. We don’t really need the private parts at work, anyway.
For convenience, the integrated panties of my skirt comes with tubes that permit me to use the mares’ room without pulling the skirt off of me. It is as convenient as time saving. Of course, I barely feel a thing when I wear the skirt, it isn’t for private amusement, merely time saving convenience.
Once I have finished my breakfast and done away with the plate and glass, I slip out of my top and skirt. I then proceed to teasing my orchid for a minute, before I move up, teasing my nibbles for a moment longer. By now, I am moaning.
I hear a knock on my door and open. Apparently is it Vermilion. She wears a red suit. Her nails and hair is vermilion red. Only her eyes are emerald green. Had she had red eyes, I guess it would have been feeling strange, even if it may not be unthinkable among the Ponies. Ponies have several eye colours we girls doesn’t have. Purple is apparently a common eye colour among Ponies, something I have come to notice while I live in Ponyville. I have no problem with purple eyes, though. Neither for Girls, nor Ponies.
As she closes the door behind herself, I can see the shiny read nails, glistering and smooth. I know they will not break for any reason I can come up with, convenient, but it is part of the job. Long semi square nails like ours is a part of the uniform, even when they are part of our bodies.
Unlike me, she has more regular feet, wearing Human style boots, as opposed to the Pony style Boots I wear, when I use hoof wear. I commonly only use these in the cold winter.
“Hiya, Cerisia!” she exclaimed, just after the door closed securely behind her.
“Hiya, Vermilion. Nice to see you over!” I responded.
“I figured this was the right time to come over. Now I can clearly see that I was right!” she put forth.
“If you are up for some private action, then you are indeed right!” I confirmed.
She blushed as reaction, I knew she did not need to say more.
“Of course, you need to get out of your suit, before I can make a tease worth the effort on your behalf!” I then added.
“I can enjoy the tease with my skirt on, if you have the right toy for the job, but for the actual fun, I still do need to pull that off too!” she then conceded with a wide grin.
“When you put it like that, I guess that would be a good tease. If you are into it, I could give you a good spin!” I responded, giggling.
“If you have a good toy, I guess I would be open!” she smiled, casting a glance at my shiny rubbery lips, glistering in the light from the sun outside.
“When you put it like that, I do have that clear rubber ball and a fairly large Yello, if you think you would enjoy to try just for the sake of it?” I suggested as I realised what she was looking for.
“I know I like a good tease as much as the next girl around. I could try them and see if they are good, even if we both know I will not feel any excitement in the conventional sense of the word. Yet, that could in and of itself be the most exciting of all!” she responded as I dug up the items I had proposed for her to use in the tease.
“I don’t know the extent of the elasticity, but the Yello should at least work!” I prompted as I hold up the two items.
“Then I think you should use it, while I enjoy trying the ball, first?” she offered.
“When you put it like that, here is the ball. I will enjoy teasing you, rest assured!” I countered, as I hold on to the Yello, while offering her the ball.
“Thanks!” she responded as she accepted my offered ball, and tease.
“Here goes!” I pointed out as I placed the Yello squarely on her rear entrance, between the firm plump sides.
As I push, I hear a squeaking plop as the Yello effortlessly enter her from behind as I had predicted. Pulling back, only to notice that her rear end initially prevented me to pull it out. Just as expected, she did not react on either, but first as my tentative tug affect her, making her body move slightly towards me, in reaction on my effort.
“Interesting!” she pointed out as she inserted the large ball into her orchid, while feeling nothing, only to see her mound expand and bulge considerably from the ball filling her up.
“Curious. You did not feel anything at all?” I inquired in a curious tone, with a widening grin on my face.
“No!” she confirmed, nodding vigorously.
“Either way, you should slip out of the suit, before we continue!” I pointed out.
“Of course. Ouw!” she responded, realising she could not slip of either the top, or the skirt, while the toys were inserted into her.
“If you extract the ball from within your orchid, before you try to pull the suit of?” I suggested helpfully.
“I guess that sounds like the way to go. Now we know that you can’t accidentally drop your suit while in the mares’ room. That is convenient!” she pondered, as she slipped her right hand in, between the petals of her tightly contracted orchid; slowly grabbing hold of the spherical shaped rubber object, before she attempted to pull her hand out, which worked like a charm.
Only the suit was not cooperating any more now, than it had been before she extracted the clear ball from within her body.
“Maybe it is the Yello? You did insert that from behind, right?” she inquired eagerly.
“Since you no doubt felt it, when I pulled at it before, you know that it is there, even if you never felt it, as I introduced it!” I pointed out.
“I felt you pulling, but not that you were pulling me; as such. Actually; I guess I should have known, I have been to the mares’ room before; you know!” she pointed out.
“Oh yeah, so have I. Who hasn’t? You did not slip out of your skirt while in there, I take it? Now; if I can just figure how to slip this Yello out of your rear end!” I responded with a wry grin, more of a teasing gesture than anything.
“Maybe it is easier for you to extract the Yello, if I insert the ball first?” she suggested ironically as she did so.
“Not sure if it would make it easier, but I guess it goes well with the original test!” I offered, pulling once more at the Yello, only to find it refusing to come out.
Only when I slipped in the fingers of my left hand on all sides of the Yello, thus preventing her to contract around the head did I finally manage to extract it.
“Now as I think of it, the facilities at the Mares’ room doesn’t have any head to them. They are just smooth lacquered metal, right?” she responded as she felt the Yello evacuate its former holding, aided by my fingers.
Only the suit was not coming of, it flatly refused in the same untouchable manner as before. Ball or Yello did no difference. As long as either, or both was inside, the suit remains in place; as if it had been her skin. It was her skin, including the folds of the skirt. She could clearly feel it, even if she had next to no sensation of the suit in the first place.
“No, it doesn’t come of!” she complained.
“Even if I guess that proved the point, just as we had expected. Convenient at the Mares’ room, though!” she then added in a more positive and reassuring tone of voice, her smile soon started to slip back into her face.
Concluding she could pull the clear rubber ball out all by herself, as elastic as it may be. Her hand had no problem as she pushed it in. Just as her hand had no problem reaching and holding on to the ball. It eagerly slipped out of her as her hand slipped out with a slight plopping.
“That was more of a fun test than anything, but it was still fun and exciting. With that out of you, you should be able to slip out of the suit, right?” I teased as she had pulled the ball out of herself.
“Even when you can’t feel it, it is still exciting to have it in there. Besides, that Yello certainly can be very exciting, when you pull it in that direction!” she responded as she slowly stepped out of her skirt, kicked it up and caught it, before placing it on the night stand.
“Then I will have a blast, teasing you with it both in and out of your suit!” I responded, holding the Yello in my right hand, while she pulled the top off of herself, up and over her head, before she placed it on her skirt.
