Author's Note

Twilight Sparkle's POV

A New Day, Under the Sun: 5

Pinkie Pie, is Pinkie Pie; there is no denying that, and we all knew it.

I wake up in a small, dark room; with a breathless feeling. I do however feel quite well rested, but can’t escape the feeling of my heart pounding hard and fast.

“Am I sick?” I ponder, before I have time to consider the situation.

“Why is the room dark, and what is the time!” I continue.

The room is empty and otherwise quiet. None to be heard or seen, not even a speck of dust.

“Oh!” I exclaim, as I open my eyes.

“The room is indeed dark!” I realize; “And why not?” I ponder.

“Of course, she did not want to disturb my rest and sleep!” I continue!”; “How thoughtful of her!” I then add.

“Luna’s Star Skape!” I realize, as I look up, at the mate black rubber coated ceiling.

I clearly see the pin-pricks, representing each and every star of the constellations she had put such effort into placing on the night sky. Of course, that had been a millennium ago, but it is still beautiful to behold; even to this day, I had to admit.

As I look around, I can clearly see the walls being laid with pink Cherry wood. The floor is naturally laid with pink Marble; how typical Pinkie Pie, but I do enjoy and appreciate the effort she put into this. All assuming, she had indeed made this on purpose.

This bed is mine, even down to the purple bed linen,. That is a gesture I could enjoy; until the dark thoughts start creeping in from the corners of the room.

“Wait, she did pull that yello out of my orchid; didn’t she?” I ponder.

While I am no longer stiff, I can still clearly feel a penis; where the bro had once been, the day before. All assuming it is indeed the day before.

Maybe I should not have, but my hand still stroke it; before I even realized what I had been doing, just to make sure it is what I thought I had felt.

"Pinkie Pie pulled out the bro, before I fell asleep!” I ponder; “But, this is my very own flesh and blood penis!” I exclaim, in confusion and disbelief.

Of course, she had licked it off, licked me clean; before she had pulled that toy out of me.

“That does feel good!” I realize.

I lick my lips, in excitement; but pull back, avoiding to smack in the very last instant.

“What if my lips were to stick together?” I ponder.

“I need to be cautious, so that I do not compromise myself; in an inconvenient, or embarrassing situation!” I ponder.

Regardless of the time of day, I can not stay on bed all day; if it is night or day right now, is utterly irrelevant to me. I am finding myself increasingly restless, if not outright bored.

I fold the quilt up, before I slide my legs on the right side of the bed. For a moment, I look at my very own hooves, as they dangle from the side of the bed. No, I am not at home, this certainly is not my bed.

There is a twin thump, as my hooves hit the floor and I am standing before the bed. The sound is muffled, but natural enough; for me not to consider it, or reflect on what it could possibly mean. The floor is Marble, and my hooves had not been touched or modified by any means.

Once I am standing on the floor, I afford the room a once over glance. There is nothing out of the ordinary; a marble floor and the wooden panel walls. Nothing unexpected, aside from the lack of outstanding features like doors and windows. No table, no nightstand and no wardrobe to be seen as far as the eye could possibly see.

Of course, if Pinkie Pie left me here; nothing is too strange, and nothing could have been foreseen. Even the Draconequus named Discord, is more predictable than her. If that does not say anything about the Draconequus himself, but it speaks volumes about the Pony.

After the cursory scan of the room, I turn around and fold the quilt back in what I imagine is its original position. With the bed prim and proper, I can focus on more pressing matters.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop!” I hear.

While the light overhead is steadily increasing, there is a momentary increase from where the mirror is.

“Good morning, Twilly; you have slept well, I trust!” she merely points out.

“Good morning, Pinkie!” I respond.

There is a fresh scent of newly baked pastries and frostings on the air, paired with the distinct scent of Rubber on the air. I also hear the rustle of her newly washed mane and tail.

“Yes, I do feel rested and relaxed!” I then add.

“Excellent, then I take it you are looking forwards to your breakfast!” she exclaims.

“As a matter of fact, yes; that does sound just about right, right now!” I respond.

One small detail, before I take you to the kitchen!” she points out, presenting me with a pair of black rubber panties.

“Thank you, Pinkie!” I respond, as I accept the mate black garment.

I step into the panties, only realizing the anal plug as it is hitting my rump on the way up. It is too late; for me to protest, or pull back at this time. With just a silly grin, I slip the panties all the way up; feeling the plug slipping in, securely plopping as I give it the final tug.

Feels good? Just a skirt and a top; and we are off!” she points out, presenting me with the skirt and top.

“Thank you, Pinkie!” I respond.

I accept the skirt and top in turn; stepping into and pulling down respectively. I give the cotton clothes a few tentative tugs, in order to ascertain the perfect and comfortable fit.

“Right this way, please!” she giggles.

“Uhm! Oh, okay!” I mumble.

“Distracted? Exciting!” she merely prompts.

I manage to follow her, without realizing she is approaching the mirror. I step right through, just one step behind her.

Focus, concentrate!” she exclaims.