Author's Note
Pinkie Pie's POV
A Pink Episode: 1
”Time for an invitation. I think our dear Prince Blueblood will enjoy this!” I thought; as I pulled out the fine quill, dipping it in her special ink before writing down the words of her invitation, precise wording for the Prince only.
“Dear Prince Blueblood.
You are hereby courtly invited to the Royal castle of Canterlot.
I have a special treat in store for you, starting with the SPA.
Yours, Princess Celestia!”
The message reads in stylish high Equestrian.
Once the invitation had been slipped into a special envelop, pre-addressed to his address, she sent it off. Of course; I had to make sure it got to him with the next Royal courier, not by mundane mail; like Derpy Whooves, the Ponyville mail-mare.
“Having a few connections in the Royal court does have its advantages!” I giggled quietly to myself.
The invitation had reached the castle and brought to the Prince. That part could never have been avoided. I know my ways around the mundane problems of mortal Ponies. Connections high and low has a way to open doors.
Blueblood had of course read the invitation, and sent the response in confirmation to his arrival.
The response was soon to arrive, and the guards instructed was now alerted of the situation.
“Welcome to the Royal Castle, Prince Blueblood!” the guard currently at the gate addressed the stallion as he approached the castle.
“At ease, Guard!” Blueblood responded, his military training shining through the facade.
“The trip has been a pleasant one, I take it!” the guard continued the pleasantries.
“I can’t complain!” the Prince responded.
“Then I take it, you would enjoy the SPA!” the guard moved on, as per his instructions.
“That sounds pleasant!” Prince Blueblood responded.
Of course; it was one of the actual guards assigned to Princess Celestia, as was in order. There was no mistaking it; the invitation had been signed by Celestia, not Luna.
The guard had taken the Prince straight to the SPA efficiently, just avoiding a few locals in order to make the trot convenient, and avoiding certain Ponies on the way. Knocking at the door, as the two Ponies reached the destination.
“Enter!” came the voice from behind the door.
An assistant was kind enough to hold it up for the Prince; while the guard stopped on the outside, doing the assigned duty for the Prince as per given orders.
The Prince stepped into the room and the door was quietly closed behind him. The place wasn’t exactly unfamiliar, a SPA is a SPA, and Blueblood is after all a Prince.
“Right this way!” the mare instructed.
The Prince followed her to the gurney intended for him, where he promptly accepted his place.
Experienced hooves slowly worked him over, forcing his muscles to relax. There was a spark of imagined recognition, but the image faded away out of focus before it could take hold. There was something to the mare.
Little by little; she slowly gave him the Royal Treat, as was proper and promised. The only problem is that she went far deeper in her work than the Prince had expected. Not that he had been all that tense or anything. Yet; she managed to make him relax in a way he was just not accustomed to. This mare knew muscles.
“If you had not worked for Princess Celestia, I would have tried to entice you to work for me. Even knowing you would have to move!” he uttered in a relaxed voice.
“I understand you completely!” I responded; with a very sympathetic voice, looking as if I was smiling.
Yet; I never stopped, or in any other way let on. As if he had not said a word. Muscle by muscle relaxed, completely. Almost as if I had used a medium muscle relaxing agent on him. Firm; yet soft hooves working him over, hitting the spots and pushing him further in towards the intended relaxation he so much enjoyed. It is exactly what he had been needing.
“Now, if you turn over on your belly!” I then continued, helping him over.
From there I continued my work. There was no resisting me; of course; he wanted what I offered. Why resist?
“I take it you are still enjoying yourself. I can clearly feel your muscles relaxed!” I pointed out.
“Of course!” he merely responded; knowing that I did not require further instructions in performing my job, even if he still had no inkling as to who I am.
“Then it is time for your hooficure!” I merely stated.
“Sounds good!” he responded; apparently too relaxed, and comfortable to bother with anything more.
There is a complete hooficure booked in his name, which I had taken the liberty to place in the book. I am going to give him this Royal treat, even if he never really asked for it.
First things first; which is polishing his hooves. There is a hint of a whirring sound from the device as I pick it up. Slowly moving it over his hooves, right and left, fore and hind.
I worked my way from the lower rim of the hoof, moving upwards towards his leg. Watching the smoothness pick up the desired shine as I work my way along. Of course; I missed no spot anywhere on the hoof.
Changing the extension of the tool; before applying the gel and repeating the process, only to see the hooves growing considerably more shiny as I keep up all the way. His hooves slowly absorb the clear gel; until they are completely saturated, just as intended.
He barely afforded my efforts as much as a cursory glance throughout the entire process. Maybe he was enjoying himself too much, or it is just how the high Nobles are?
Now I picked up another gel; working it in under the hoof, right and left, fore and hind. Little by little; I slowly worked the gel in, into the skin and tissue under the hoof. This is after all the sensitive part of the hoof. One needs to be very careful; lest the hoof would be damaged and the poor Pony would hurt; an injured hoof can be very painful.
He was to notice the effect of my work, the instant he set hoof on the floor. As sensitive as his hooves had been before, he would still be surprised. As I finish; the light skin is sensitive, excitable and brightly shiny.
While he still lies calmly, relaxed and enjoying himself; I apply the base coat, the lacquer and the top coat onto his hooves in turn. In the end; I had chosen a very light pink that will be obvious only in spares light. What he will notice is the quiet in his steps.
As an added treat; I work a special oil into his coat, making it shine even more than it did before. I want him to feel good about himself right now; he needs to look just as well as he feels inside.
“A cup of tea should be perfect, right about now!” he uttered, as he had rested for a while longer.
“Of course!” I merely responded.
“Your escort will take you to the hall!” I then added, letting the waiting guard in.
“Ah, in respect of my importance?” he responded; a bit unsure of himself, as he slipped down onto the floor.
From there; he soon managed to move to the door and the awaiting guard, who happily did the honours of escorting him.
“I see that the massage did you a world of good!” the guard cautiously observed.
“I have not been this relaxed since I was a little colt!” he replied.
What he did not notice; are the foalish little squeaks from his hooves, as he continued along the way to where he was going.
Incidentally; others did notice it. Unsure as to why; or where the little noises came from, they kept their lips sealed. This is Prince Blueblood, for one.
As the guard opened the door, the Princess was already in the room.
“Greetings, Prince Blueblood!” Celestia pronounced in a greeting; hiding any sign of surprise, maybe she was just playing along, or she was just too collected to let on.
“Greetings, your Highness!” he responded.
Of course he had been promised to see her; she had after all invited him, that was what the invitation had said, in any event.
A minute later, Princess Luna entered the room.
“Greetings, Prince Blueblood!” she filled in as she entered the room; hard pressed to hide a smile, the squeaks could not escape her keen ears.