Pink Reins at the Twilight Cabin

Chapters

Going is Prelude: 1
An Episode as a Sleepover: 2
A Love Stuck Episode: 3

Going is Prelude: 1

Author's Note

Princess Twilight Sparkle's POV

Going is Prelude: 1

I have enjoyed my Twilight time immensely, even when I couldn’t let any Pony know of it. Exactly what is the main excitement is up to the toss, but it started with the reins Rarity had designed for me. Of course Twilight had enchanted them for me later that day. Only then we explored them, which was more exciting than I had expected.

What came next is that I had been over at the castle on a weekly basis, just for our secret affair. A Pony is entitled to a little secrecy and intimacy, right?

“Today is perfect for a trip to the mountains. Besides, I have a cabin where I can practice magic out of sight!” I pointed out.

“Since you tell me in private, you intend for me to follow you there. On that note, I am due in less than a week, you know!” Pinkie Pie responded with a grin.

“I don’t like to go alone, isolation isn’t my thing. Then I will just have to be there for you at the delivery!” I responded.

“You may not be as experienced as Fluttershy, but I would trust you with this. I hope you have a spell that is fun or exciting in private!” she added with a sly grin plastered all over her face, giggling.

“Since we have everything packed, and our saddle bags stuffed to the brim, I guess it is time we get going!” I pointed out.

“Of course. You did leave a note with Spike? Then let us be off. What are we waiting for?” she put forth.

“I gave Spike instructions for a full week. Chores, tasks and what to do in an emergency. Exactly!” I responded.

In a flash of brilliant light I teleported us to the train station.

As we stepped off of the train, we slipped out of sight before I teleported us to my cabin.

“Oh, we’re here. But, where is the door?” Pinkie Pie put forth.

Of course there is a kitchen, a dining room, the living room, a mares’ room and a shower. We have the basement down a flight of stairs and the attic up overhead.

I had already noted that the floor, the wall and the ceiling is beach wood panel. There are several bookshelves stuffed with dusty tomes in the living room, aside from a sofa and a table. I could even see what appears to be a door to the back of the yard.

“We have the bed rooms in the attic, where you are going to deliver before we leave for Ponyville!” I prompted.

“Oh yeah, I was expecting as much!” she responded.

“Then we have supplies in the basement, too!” I pointed out with a smile.

“I’ll just go up and unpack my bags. How about you follow me and relieve your back from that dread full burden?” she pointed out.

“Since we are alone at home, there is no point in carrying all these items on my back all day. I guess I could as well unpack!” I responded, following her along the flight of stairs to the attic and into the bed room.

I noticed that she had carried the reins and the tube. Then I had carried that item, the strap-on Yello she had asked me to use. The one I had lubed up in preparation, before I had enjoyed to probe all her orifices. I never could have expected quite as much joy and excitement contained within such a seemingly simple toy.

“There, the saddle bags safely stacked up against the wall on my side of the bed. I can see you stacked yours on your end of the bed!” I observed.

“Yeah, now we can enjoy the time together. Maybe a bite or a muffin?” she suggested hopefully with a giggle to her voice and a brave smile on her face.

“I haven’t had as much as a bite for a few hours, maybe that promised muffin would be just right?” I responded.

“Then we had better head down to the kitchen and enjoy these muffins. You do have them, right?” she pointed out, bouncing up and down like one of these overly exuberant insanely elastic rubber balls.

“Sure thing!” I responded, giving her a tiny push, finding her bounce out of the room, down the flight of stairs and into the kitchen in an instant with me biting her tail.

“Here!”.. “I found it, I found them!” she then chanted rampantly and in an insanely exuberantly for all the world to hear; or was it for all of creation?

“Oh yeah. I guess I can trust you in finding anything. Even if it wasn’t really there in the first place. Unless you have a muffin hide out all over the place before hoof, Pinkie?” I expressed with a gleeful grin.

“I guess I can stick my muzzle just a bit farther than most!” she pointed out, ignorant of my silly glee.

“If any Pony tried to reach as far as you, they had been stretched out infinitely, and then split up several times over!” I teased.

“On that note, I guess that stretch set a certain Minotaur by the name of Iron Will back, when I towered up over him!” she just giggled in amusement thinking back at the moment.

“Isn’t he at least thrice your height? How can a regular Pony tower over him?” I pointed out.

“Normally, yes. I take it; that is why it pushed his spirits!” she suggested.

“These muffins are delicious, Pinkie!” I exclaimed as I had taken the first bite.

“Of course they are, Twilly. I would never have brought them up if they were not!” she merely poked at me.

“That certainly does sound like you, Pinkie!” I responded.

“Now, the only thing missing is a pitcher of cider!” she pointed out, pulling it out of her mane and pouring a glass each.

“Thank you, Pinkie, that is very thoughtful of you!” I pointed out.

“You are quite welcome, Twilly!” she responded, gulping down her cider as she washed down yet another muffin.

An Episode as a Sleepover: 2

”Maybe a few small details as preparation for tomorrow?” Pinkie Pie eagerly suggested in her commonly helpful manner.

“That could be some fun, then we are all set up to go by tomorrow. You still need to keep your boots and reins off until after breakfast!” I responded.

“I have an additional treat for you, but you could put your panties on as well?” she put forth in a more seductive than usual manner.

“Wait; these panties wouldn’t directly interfere, but would make me feel more at home with that change. What additional treat, or is it a tease?” I inquired.

I pulled the panties out of the stash and jumped right into them, while she pulled out what ever she had in mind for me.

“You need to perform two spells, once you put this on!” she explained as she presented me with a clear muzzle with tube.

“We are putting in the extra effort in preparing the joy for tomorrow. The natural next step is a spell to transfer the connection to your rear orifice, while leaving the functionality as it is!” she pointed out as she saw me slipping the muzzle on, and feeling the tube slip into my mouth, and thus covering the inside of my mouth and down my throat, although it is not affecting my taste apparently.

“You happen to know the spell?” I inquired hopefully.

“As a matter of fact, I do!” she prompted, pulling the book out of the curls of her mane and flipping the pages to open up for me to read.

“Thank you, Pinkie Pie!” I responded as I read the spell, only to finding it taking effect.

I had noted the tip of my horn sprouting a glow, gathering power before it flowed down the entire horn in a miniature slow-motion avalanche. Only then I could feel my inside swap and the connection in which my Yello was in moved back to the rear orifice.

“That feels strange, I guess it was right to prepare before we went to sleep. Now I can enjoy it as if it isn’t a freakish thing, but the way I am by tomorrow. On that note, my mouth does feel a bit odd with the tube in right now!” I pointed out.

“Not as strange as it will be, when you get the full effect of the spell. On that note, one spell will have to wait until tomorrow and after breakfast!” she pointed out as she slipped that tube in from behind after extracting it from a glass of hot water and thus reactivating that one old spell.

“Are you referring to a spell in place of your boots?” I inquired.

“Exactly. I know you can duplicate spells after seeing them, like with the one Rarity showed you. If you recall the day we followed the Diamond Dogs down their hole and you searched for gems?” she prompted.

“When you put it like that, you are asking me to perform the spell to make your hooves stick to the floor?” I inquired.

“I know you can reverse that spell in an instant, you did that for Cadance at their wedding!” she pointed out.

“Oh yeah, you are right. I did that!” I responded.

“I think we need a muffin before we go to bed. Then we can sleep well without being distracted by an empty stomach!” she pointed out as she pulled out two of them, stuffing one in her mouth and then the other in my mouth before I had realized what she was doing, or where she was even pulling them out of.

“That is a good idea!” I responded as I swallowed the last of my muffin.

“I know, I know” she exclaimed and slipped in under her pink quilt on my left side.

“Sleep tight, Pinkie!” I responded and slipped in under my purple quilt on the right side of the bed.

“Nighty night, Twilly!” she responded and closed her eyes and fell asleep; shortly thereafter I slipped off to the realm of dreams myself too.

The sun is slowly slipping up onto the sky, pulled up by my mentor and friend, Princess Celestia herself. Once the sun had flooded the room with light I woke up. Maybe the day before had been just one more strange dream, but I don’t feel any different now.

Having the male appendage was a none issue to me after a night’s sleep. Maybe it is the night, or it is in how the orifice was no longer blocked in the way it had been the first time, even if it had effectively been moved back.

I folded the quilt in towards the middle of the bed and slipped my legs to the edge of the bed and down to the floor. Once I sit up, I folded the quilt back to where it was before I rose to my hooves and stood up, looking around the room for a moment. Enjoying exploring the light of the new day.

Before I continued, I placed my right hand on my face and explored my muzzle. Just as I should have expected, I could still feel that slippery and sleek feel of rubber all over the muzzle. My other hand slipped down to where my mound is, only to find the sheath.

Only now as the thought excited me, I could feel a slight hint of stirring, even if it wasn’t enough to tease it out to play. I can wait until after breakfast with that.

Of course, Pinkie Pie had stirred and slipped out of the bed on her side. With a good night’s sleep, I could see her feeling quite natural about the changes I gifted her with. Naturally, the boots are under the bed and the reins on the night stand. She will not need the boots unless I fail to duplicate the spell and the reins will have to wait until after breakfast for only too obvious reasons. She couldn’t eat while wearing the reins.

“Good morning, Pinkie Pie!” I exclaimed.

“Good morning, Twilly!” she responded, before she bounced out of the room, down the stairs and all the way into the kitchen and started to prepare our breakfast.

“Time to play” I pointed out, watching her bounce up the stairs and promptly followed her up to the room.

“Guess it is time for the final preparations!” she pointed out as I closed the door behind me.

On the off chance, an idea struck me and I performed another spell. At the end of the spell, our nails grew to a full inch as opposed to the mere noticeable length they had been before.

Now she pulled the tube out from her hind orifice and smiled at me. Nodding in confirmation, she wanted me to slip the reins onto her face so I lifted it up and slipped it on as last time, feeling the rubber fit into place and snap it on tightly and securely. I know it ill not come off of her face unless I helped her out.

As she sat down onto the chair and spread her hooves wide I performed the requested spell. The clear gel forming around her hooves, just like it did as I saw the Changeling perform the spell at the wedding. Only now it is clear as opposed to the green slimy gel they had used in the original spell.

“If you give your hooves a tentative tug each, just for good measure?” I incited.

She nodded and did as I had told her, only to see the gel stiffen up and pull her hooves down towards the floor.

A Love Stuck Episode: 3

Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

A Love Stuck Episode: 3

As she applied the Changeling spell to my hooves, I could clearly see her excitement as her bro grew stiff as it slipped out of her sheath. There is no explaining away her feelings now. Maybe that is even more exciting to me, I know she is excited as well.

Then I could see and feel the effect of the spell as the gel formed around my hooves, binding me to the floor and pulling me down with growing strength. After a few minutes, the spell had acquired its full strength.

“I hope you will enjoy this; because I certainly intend to!” she exclaimed with clear excitement on her voice.

Mute as I am as I wear the reins, I just nodded vigorously with an excited grin all over my face in expectation of what I knew was to follow.

The gel glister and shimmer even in the sparse light of the room, making it impossible to imagine it isn’t there and holding my hooves in place. Of course; I could have closed my eyes and hold my hooves in place, but it would defeat the purpose.

As she walks up to me, I reach forth and place my hands on her hips. Then I let go in order to feel her and placed my hands on the Yello, her bro. Once my fingers touch the lubed up stiff and erect rubber, I feel the slippery surface and then the excitement of Twilly’s.

“Feels good, right? Exciting, isn’t it?” she teased me.

I eagerly nodded ascent on both points. I knew she was right, but she was talking for me just as much as for herself. Still with both my hands on the shaft, stroking the slippery rubber. Just feeling the slippery part of her was exciting me. She made me wish I could part my lips in order to lick the Yello, but the thought never crossed my mind since it isn’t an option with the reins on.

She takes a step forwards and push herself up to me, causing me to shift grip from her bro to her waist. I pull her closer and aim the tip of the bro towards my mound, feeling the head touch the orchid. On the instant of contact I feel myself contract, while she slips in and enter me as if I can’t prevent her. I am in fact incapable of stopping her, but that only pushed me forth.

Then I feel her hands on my rump, sliding forwards along my skin. The next moment her nails hit the rim of the rear orifice and I contract instinctively at the instant of contact.

A moment after her nails had hit the rear orifice, I feel her fingers slip in between my cheeks and enter me from behind. Just like before, I can’t help myself and enjoy to be incapable to prevent her from entering.

The next I felt is how her fingers slide around inside, teasingly pulling outwards and thus dilating my rear orifice. Just feeling the tips of her fingers as they slide just enough to tease, but now I feel the additional sensations of her long nails as they entered me first.

The slippery surface sliding in and out, in and out as her hips bounce at mine, and the head preventing her from slipping out. If not for how I instantly contract around her instinctively, maybe she could have slipped out. Now I feel her inside of me.

Now I feel her hands move up along the sides of my body, over my chest, only to stop just under my armpits where they stop. She pulls me close and then closer still, pressing her chest tight against her own. With that I can clearly feel her jigglies, her nibbles rubbing against mine. Her nibbles stiff, erect as she continues to tease me further and further.

Of course she could not let go of the chance to tease me yet further as she promptly tugged at my hooves intermittently. Just the tentative tug to keep me conscious of the situation of my hooves stuck to the floor.

Then she placed her lips on the top of my muzzle, pressing her lips against mine and permitted her tongue to escape as she parted her lips just enough to the effect. From there she is licking the line between my sealed lips. Only then she press on, pressing the advantage. I feel her tongue slip in into my mouth.

Curiously enough, just as I feel her tongue slip in over my lips, I came the first time. Only then I came again and again. I came just as hard and as fast as the first and consecutive times.

Then I realized that she was glazing me inside the orchid, just like then. The ultimate proof of just how much she was enjoying it, how excited she is.

Once she had managed to pull out of me, I let go of her hips and grabbed her firmly in both my hands, fingers interlaced to get the tightest grip around her utterly slippery head. From there I managed to tease her by tugging and pushing back. I could see the expression in her eyes as I gave her the first tug. The expression alone made it worth it all the way, making me put even more effort into it.

With each and every tug and push I managed to push her further and further towards coming all over again. I could feel her raising excitement and focused on pulling her over that edge in just the right time.

Feeling my longer nails on the back of my hands between my interlaced fingers was never a distraction, but an exciting tease that just pushed my focus even further. As strange as it may have sounded to my friends before, but now I enjoy it.

I feel the pulsation of the head in the firm grip of my hands, slippery as the head is. Slowly, the pulsation picked up speed and growing stronger. Then it exploded in my hands and left the clear white, thick, sticky gel between my fingers. Thankfully I had managed to contain her and catch all of it as she exploded.

Slipping my right hand out of the grip as I kept teasing her with my left, only to slip the hand down and in between her legs and into her rear orifice. If I had foreseen the event, this is the ultimate aim of what I had been going for.

Slipping the hand in from behind, slowly sliding it in and pulling back, pushing forwards and make her feel like the mare she had been born to be. Only as she finally came I had pushed the hand in into her in the form of a fist and released the prize in order to deliver a surprise for her.

Naturally, I kept teasing her for a good long while and then a few minutes more.

With the delivery performed I pulled out and returned to holding my hands on her waist, then I slip my hands up along the sides of her body. Slowly and seductively. Teasing the sides of her body.

Slipping my hands in under the cups of her jigglies and caressing her with my sill wet and sticky hands.

Now I grip her nibbles between the nails of thumbs and index fingers and giving them a squeeze just enough to give her nibbles a teasing tug, only to give her consecutive tugs in order to see how long it would take to tease the squirt.

As a final gift, she repaid me by placing my hands on the floor, between my legs from behind and applying the spell in order for me to feel the clear gel forming around my hands and holding me down in this new pose as she left the room, with a highly excited smile all over her face, in a grin from ear to ear.