Author's Note

Princess Twilight Sparkle's POV

An Amethyst lined Gift: 2

”Hiya, Pinkie Pie!” I exclaimed; as I hear the bouncing Pony on her way down the flight of stairs, knowing full well it is Pinkie Pie.

“Hiya, Twilly!” she responded.

“Nice to see you over, Pinkie Pie!” I then added.

“You too, Twilly. On that note, I have a gift for you!” she pointed out; as she pulled the package out of her tightly curled up mane and pushed it into my chest and started to bounce like an exuberant insanely elastic rubber ball.

“Thank you, Pinkie Pie!” I responded as I accepted the gift before I knew what she had in mind.

Of course, then she bounced along the hall, and ended up by one of the locked cells in the secured wing.

I unlocked the door and looked in as she indicated for me to enter and abruptly pushed me in with excitement and googling eyes.

“Now, if you open the gift?” she then pressured me in increasing excitement.

“Okay, okay!” I responded and slowly unwrapped it, only to find the rubber covered cardboard box and pulled the top off of it.

Now you just need to extract the gift from under the sand!” she expressed.

On her eager prompting, I pulled up what she had prepared for me; only to find a semi clear rubber object, with a vague form I could imagine is a Yello. Only then I noted a few odd details about it. For one, it is looking as if it was intended to be inserted in the orchid of the first playmate who was to be penetrating the girl.

“Thank you, Pinkie Pie!” I expressed.

“I want you to test it right here with me, in me, or is that on me?” she prompted insistently.

“If you want me to, I guess I could do it for you, Pinkie Pie!” I responded as I eyed the soft rubber with scant residue of the white sand still scattered over the smooth surface.

“You are the bestest of all bestest of bestest friends, Twilly, being the Princess of Friendship and all!” she prompted.

“I guess I can follow your reasoning, this far. So, you want to brighten my day in order for us to spread more joy and friendship? Then I could try this!” I put forth, brushing the rest of the few remaining grains of white sand off of the Yello I hold in my right hand.

“If you press the rear end into your orchid, and I will help you from there!” she pushed; eyeing me over as if she was already incredibly excited, and that I was the cause and object, of her exuberant excitement.

“When you put it like that, I don’t think I dare opposing you. Even if I am the Alicorn and you just an Earth Pony here!” I pondered, slipping the now finally dusted off rubber Yello into my orchid.

Feeling the soft rubber rubbing the tip of my mound and then the still soft orchid, before it made me contract and grow had as it slipped in eagerly.

“You know I am faster than Dashie, stronger than Applejack still manage to both fly and apply the arcane magic, Twilly!” she merely lectured me with a growing glow to her blue eyes.

“Pinkie Pie, and she is on a holier than Though mission here!” I thought quietly.

Quietly, I continued to slide the Yello in, or about as far as I thought it would go; only to feel it brushing the outer line of my orchid, the next moment.

“Ooooh!” I sighed, as the realization hit home; I had managed to slide it in, as she had urged me to.

“That is the spirit!” Pinkie exclaimed as she permitted her hands to reach my waist and feel the narrow, yet firm flesh.

“I hope you enjoy what you feel!” I prompted.

“Since it is you I feel, dear Twilly, I love what I feel!” she pointed out; as her hands wondered down to my wide hips and then further back, over my plump rump.

“I start to like the feel of these, Pinkie!” I responded as I placed my hands on her waist, permitting my hands to follow her curves in the same direction as she plotted for me.

“You will love what this is doing to you, before I leave you to your regular business, Twilly!” she exclaimed as a declaration or a promise.

I feel her hands on my rump, the flat palms and the plump, rounded pads at the edge of her fingers and the inch long nails. She was resorting to rub the smooth flesh that is my rear, thus teasing me, while it also excited me as she went.

After a moment, I noticed that the edges of her nails touched the rim of my rear orifice and this forcing me to instantly contract instinctively. The passing glances passed each time the reflex evaporated as suddenly as it had hit.

“I think you have my attention!” I put forth, as she pressed the advantage by slipping her fingers in.

By now, I had felt the entire pad slip in all the way up to the joint of the finger, incidentally the edge of the nails as well.

“Good!” she exclaimed, as she slowly bent her fingers; in order to hold on to the inside of my orifice and pulling me open and thus expanding the opening and dilating my behind.

“It feels strange, but undefinably exciting when you do this, Pinkie Pie!” I responded in a long and extended sigh.

At this, she was hit by an uncontrollable fit of giggles, lasting for the better part of three minutes, before she finally managed to regain the control

“If you let go of me for but the short moment it takes you to place your hands on the Yello and give it a tentative tug? Just the one tentative tug, would you?” she prompted.

“I guess I can try that, if it pleases you, Pinkie Pie!” I responded.

Her grip on my rear end, did not change in the least; as I slipped my hands forwards and pushed her a foot forwards and placed my hands on the shaft, as she had indicated. Then I interlace my fingers in order to find a solid grip on the slippery and smooth surface of what had apparently turned into my bro. To my surprise and shock I feel my hands as I clasp around the Yello.

With the one tentative tug she had confirmed what I had failed to notice and realize. The latex rubber is an organic substance fairly close to the flesh of my body. Now it had fused to my orchid and thus replaced it in functionality and sensitivity. Not to deny the sensation of the now warm flesh in my hands, in my fingers as I gave myself the promised tug.

As firm as my grip is, my fingers had slipped far enough for me to press my fingers towards the rear end of the head. Warm and sensitive as it is.

“Ooooh! I exclaimed as the realization of the sensation and the resulting pleasure hit home.

“Thanks, Twilly!” she merely exclaimed jubilantly, knowing exactly what the sigh meant in physical terms.

“Thank you, Pinkie Pie!” I responded in term, still holding on to the shaft of what had turned into my bro.

Unknowingly, I had traded my orchid for a bro, with all the consequences it still holds just out of my sight. I could but guess what it was to mean to me, for me. And what she had in mind or what it was going to mean to her.

“Feels good, right, Twilly?” she prompted as I let go of my shaft.

“Oh, yeah! Just not what I had expected, but you would know all about that, Pinkie!” I responded.

“Go figure, the recipe was right, Twilly. Yet, I think it was best spent on an Alicorn, such as you. You being my bestest of bestest friends couldn’t exactly hurt, either!” she pointed out.

Then I could see momentary hints of regret on her face, mentioning the word hurt, and the implications it is holding, even when she had negated it in the statement.

“Oh, and yeah!” I nodded at the statement, knowing only too well that it is pointless to argue with Pinkie.

As I had let go of myself, the shaft of my bro, I placed my hands squarely on her waist, feeling the warmth of her body in my hands. Enjoying the feeling and taking comfort from the sensations my fingers lended me as I hold on to her.

After a moment, I slide my hands up along the sides of her body, exploring the firm, sleek flesh as I moved up my hands ever further.

After a minute or a few, I found my thumbs brushing the side of her jigglies, round, orb-like as they are. Feeling the soft and yet firm, smooth skin under my fingers and redirecting my move forwards and along the lower edge of her hooters. After a moment, I had found my hands right under the warm orbs.

Just feeling her in my hands; the round and soft flesh warmed me up enough to give a hint of a beginning blush, even if I know it can never be visible quite this early.

My hands moved up to the top of the mounds of her chest, only to bump into the large and excited Cherries I knew she had there all along. As a mare, you know of them and what they mean. There is no escaping them.

I feel her fingers, insistently stretching my rear orifice for a while longer; even if I am not aware of just how far she had me dilated, before she let go of me. At the instant, the tips of her fingers slipped out; the realization hit me as hard as my rump bounced back, at the instant after her fingers had let go of me. There had been a squeak and an internal thud as the soft and highly elastic flesh contracted on itself. What the effect meant to her is obvious even when I am entirely ignorant of what she had confirmed to herself. The original orchid rerouted.

Her hands now move down my thighs, exploring and enjoying the firmly defined muscle tone I had acquired from all the trotting around.

Then her hands moved up to my waist, before she continued up to explore my back. I feel her hands moving all the way up to my neck, following my spine.

Only now, her hands deviated on their path, moving forwards, seeking out what she knew is before her, my chest. Her hands move inwards, as her fingers probe the soft surface of my skin. She soon found what she had been directing her hands towards, the orbs on my chest. She joyously caresses them for a moment, to a few minutes before moving her thumbs to the deep purple Cherries she had been searching for. Permitting the pads of her thumbs to roam free and rub the tips of my nibbles lovingly and in a circular teasing manner only Pinkie Pie could dream up.

The effect of the move had pushed my excitement an entire step further, before I had even realized what she was up to.

As soon as her hands had found me, she moved them up along my cheeks. Holding on and aiming my eyes towards her as her gaze hit. With that I am effectively gazing into her blue eyes.

Just as I thought I knew how far she was going, or how far she was about to go; she pressed her muzzle up towards mine in a kiss and parted her lips, thus directly exploring my excitement with her tongue along the line of my lips, from right to left and left to right, lower and upper in one tentative move. I could but gasp and follow the example, only to be astonished by just how excited she had already become with me before her. or, is it more of the changes I had accepted at her fingertips?

Naturally, she reacted on my realization with even more excitement. Apparently, I have no way around the excitement she had in mind for me.

The longer I am before her, the harder I feel, the closer to her I found myself, the firmer the erection pushed me forwards. Forwards towards the one thing I grew closer to in every sense of the word.

Too close to see the curly mane, it brushes up against my forehead; even through my very own mane held in place by my Princess horn of an Alicorn that I had become.

Incapable to look down and see the pink hooves before me more than I could see the purple once of my very own. Only feeling the Cherries of hers rubbing against the Cherries of mine. Feeling orb-like hooters of hers against the once of my very own.

Something striking out as odd. Maybe not so much the closeness to her, to Pinkie Pie. Apparently she had always been close and under my skin in more ways than I had known or dared consider. What is odd is what I have where my orchid used to be on the top of my mound. The orchid now down in a valley between my plump round cheeks of my rump. Proportions and locations all messed up on me and in me. Being close to pink was never wrong or strange, just happened to befall upon me in a highly unlikely and unpredictable manner. Maybe my mentor had foreseen it, or it had been a surprise on her as well. Who is to know and who is to care?