Ordering in a Prologue in Plush: 1
Author's Note
Spike's POV
Ordering in a Prologue in Plush: 1
Being a male may not be all that bad, but once you have the feeling of being generally ignored, it has the tendency towards getting to you. I am in my early teens, and the loneliness is certainly getting to me, to the point of desperation.
Browsing the net is a week consolation, but there is little else on the matter for me. I still do perform all my chores as best I can, and put in some extra time to visit Rarity and help her out any way I can. Maybe I put up with the effort, due to having a crush on her. All part of the early stages of being a teenager and male.
Now I had stumbled upon a site where they apparently sell what looks like plushies. From what I could see, they look like a special kind of Ponies, just not in their natural Pony form. I had managed to find a Rarity plushie, even if she seems to be in a slightly bovine inspired bipedal form in this case.
Still, she was looking too inviting and inspiring for me to just leave her be. After a while of further browsing and searching on the site, I found the ordering page and filled in the details; both of the doll I had found, and the address to which I had imagined the doll to be sent and being billed to. I do have enough of an allowance for me to pay them to deliver the doll to my door, from what I could read.
Even if I may have to wait a few more days, at least I will have a Rarity to hug in my bed at night, once the delivery came.
After a few days of waiting, the day finally did come and I had the slip that notified me that it was delivered. I may have put in some extra effort in slaving for Rarity all these days as I was waiting. There is no beating the real thing. The original is the original, even when I am working myself to the bone for her.
Thankfully, they had offered the option to pay upon delivery, which I had been wise enough to choose. It is almost like buying it in the store, in which case you are always paying as you leave. Just as expected, the anonymous beige package had arrived the next day, only somewhat larger and heavier than I had expected it to be.
I had managed to carry the cardboard box home all by myself, after paying at the postal office as per the agreement.
Once I managed to get home, I scurried quietly into my room and placed the box on my bed. Looking at it for a long while, before I could even muster to rip up the seal of the box and liberate my treasure. All I found is the one bright white Rarity doll. Only now she is certainly not in any manner of plush from what I could see. Yet, I guess she is a very different kind of plush.
I could see her unfold into a kind of a sitting position as I had pulled her out of the cramped box. She is apparently the same bright white with a hint towards a cyan to blue as she had in the image as I found the site from which I bought her. Just like then, her bovine, cloven hooves are metallic electric blue and shimmer slightly in the less than bright light in my room. Her mane and tail are the same as I had seen hers to be as I was slaving for her in the Boutique as well.
Only now as I look closer I notice the spiraling horn, not that it wasn’t there in her forehead before, both at the Boutique and in the image I saw before. I just have no idea as to why I missed it, or why it had any significance to make it into a spiral now. Her figure feels a bit more complimentary than I recall from the Boutique, but otherwise it is still clearly her. For some reason, her eyes are half closed right now, if it is the light, once she was liberated from the box, or if it was to mean something more.
Of course, her jigglies looks comfortably firm, even if they may be considered hooters in my perspective. The shape is half the way between the Orbs and the Cup Cakes. On the top of the jigglies, I spotted the brightly red nibbles, just where they are supposed to be. I certainly do approve. There is also the small detail about the large and generous mound between her legs with what looks like a very detailed and deliberate orchid that would have been super sensitive, had she been the living girl she is representing.
As I look at her for a moment, I chose to offer her a chair to sit in. I doubt she was actually meant to be able to stand, and I did not feel like having her lying around anywhere, and not on the top of my bed either. I certainly did not feel like having her under the bed, or in a wardrobe for any reasons, whatsoever. It just felt so utterly wrong to have her stuffed away and hidden, the way she is looking.
Once I had offered her a seat and helped her into place, she eagerly and easily maintain both pose and position in the chair. Almost as if she was a real girl who liked to sit there.
Once I had liberated her from the box and welcomed her into my room by giving her a seat, I could as well explore her a bit more intimately. With that, there is but the one thing to do, I have to feel her flesh, not just stare or gawk at her for an undefined amount of time. Staring is rude in any case.
From what I could see, she wouldn’t mind if I caressed her for a moment. On the other hoof, she is supposed to be a doll, as plush and plushie as she may be. Once I got to it, I noticed that her hide feels more like skin, or possibly an extremely short coat. Just that it had that sheen of some kind of expensive rubber or silicon, not the mater version of skin or fur.
Only now I noticed how the palms of her hands are basically suction cups without giving away any of the appearance of Rarity. The nails looks like Rarity’s, only painted a deep shimmering purple and with a high gloss top coat to give a special glistering look to them. Under her nails I could finally find the pet like pads, covering the skin from the last joint and all the way to the hail of each and every individual nail.
Now I realized that her blue eyes had f9ocused on me, as if she had been looking at me, smiling at my thorough investigation of her body. I guess I had to find it amusing and started to chuckle for a moment, before I returned my focus on her.
As she smiles at me, her lips parted only to reveal the white teeth. Knowing Rarity smile at me slowly warmed my heart. I couldn’t help but smile back at her. Even if this supposedly was but the lifeless doll I had seen in that one image. Or, is it all she truly is?
With my smile, she suddenly lit her horn, as if reacting to my compassion and emotions. It couldn’t be, or could it? Either way, I caught it as it had barely reached a weak glow in a teal hue.
For a moment, I just stood there, pondering as I look at her. Of course I had to turn my head to the left after a moment. I just could not look at her as if I was staring at her, even if I thought I knew she is but the doll.
Thinking of it; the glow could have been regular light, if this truly is a doll. On the other hoof, if this isn’t a doll, this may very well be magic imitating the colour of the original Rarity.
If it is actual, true arcane magic in the style of the Unicorn she is as the real mare Pony, what more could she do? How much had they put into creating her, rather than merely crafting a regular, yet plushy looking doll?
My mind boggled under the thought. I made a pained grimace, looking at her full one and faced her.
“My brain hurts!” I then mouthed, as if she would hear it, not knowing what she would think.
“I am here, now. Everything will be okay!” she then whispered quietly, just slightly louder than my original statement.
“I love you, Rarity!” I then declared, knowing this could only be a doll, but I still had to tell her how I did feel.
“I know, Spikey Wikey!” she merely responded in the regular teasing voice Rarity reserved for when she was playing with me in this manner.
