Pink Reins at the Twilight Cabin

”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.