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.