Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

Picking up the Pony: 2

I had bounced to the SPA, where Aloe and Lotus work. They certainly do maintain an excellent business, I love their SPA.

“Hiya, Lotus!” I exclaimed as I entered the establishment.

“Greetings, Pinkie Pie!” Lotus responded with a wide grin on her face.

“I take it she accepted the promised treat!” I prompted.

“Yes, she certainly did. I hope she will be to your satisfaction!” Lotus responded.

“She looks great. If she did enjoy the treat, I am happy. She did enjoy the massages and remainder of the offered treat as well, I hope!” I inquired eagerly as I bounced energetically.

“Oh, she did love the massages. She certainly did, Pinkie Pie!” Lotus assured me.

“Good. Then I take her with me. I trust you have work to do, and there will be more Ponies forthcoming shortly!” I prompted.

“Thank you, Pinkie Pie. I love pleasing Ponies and make them feel their best. Yes, I do!” she responded with a nod on her head and returned to her place where I found her.

“Studded Boots, right this way!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, Pinkie Pie!” she responded, the horn on her forehead aglow, while the clopping of her booted hooves could be heard against the floor as she trotted up to me from where she had been standing.

“You did enjoy the massages, I hope!” I inquired.

“Yes, Pinkie Pie!” she responded with a curt nod and followed me out of the SPA.

“That special massage is liable to keep you nicely relaxed and comfortable for at least six hours, but it can lest for days. At least it is what I have heard!” I pointed out.

“Whoa. You really gave me a treat to spoil me completely and utterly rotten, didn’t you?” she responded.

“Just a few bits well spent. A good investment in the name of joy and laughter, wouldn’t you say?” I continued.

“It certainly felt good and I am feeling great. So that sounds like bits well spent on my back!” she pondered.

“Just make sure not to stumble or slip now!” I prompted cautionary.

“Oh?” she just responded.

“On a more happy note, I do have a gift or two for you. You just need to try them out by yourself as I watch!” I pointed out.

“When you put it like that, does it have anything to do with the horn on my forehead? Even if I know an artificial horn can’t do any real difference!” she inquired.

“Normally, an artificial horn is just a poor imitation with no practical use aside from ornamental value. In this case; since it is a part of you, just like your new boots, it does have an effect on your experience of and application of magic!” I explained with utter and absolute certainty.

“I am not sure if I like the sound of that. I am born an Earth type Pony. Now you claim you made me into a Unicorn? Is that actually possible?” she prompted critically.

“In this case it is, and when I say it is, it is already done!” I lectured with a sly grin on my face.

“You may be a legend for all you have done and achieved, but still?” she prompted.

“Just you watch it!” I threatened with a grin as I took off from the ground with my tail spinning.

“That is exactly the point. You are a flying Earth type Pony!” she confirmed.

“And my sister eats stones like a Dragon!” I threatened.

I could see her shiver and cower as I pronounced the word Dragon.

“Dragons are too fierce and dangerous to be in a civilized community of Ponies!” she then added.

“Usually, they are. with the one exception!” I lectured her.

“If you start by opening this can for me?” I instructed her.

“From what you have told me, you expect me to do it in the Unicorn fashion with arcane magic?” she responded with both eyebrows raised.

“Exactly!” I prompted.

“It isn’t as if I had anything to lose by trying. Unless you are punishing me for failing!” she prompted.

“That summons up your situation, as precisely as when Celestia is raising the sun in the morning!” I teased.

“I haven’t seen her doing it, but I have never seen the sun deviating from where it is supposed to go, either. Yet, I take it you have seen her raising the sun!” she pointed out as her horn lit up, with a light glow on the top.

“I have. She is a close friend of mine!” I prompted with a sly grin on my face.

The glow on the tip of her horn intensified and spread out down the entire length of the horn and continued to intensify until the light reached out and hit the can. The next moment the cap spiralled up and landed upside down by the side of the can.

“Great. Now you can pick up that clear plug?” I incited her.

“I will try my best!” she responded as she reached out for the clear rubber item by the side of the can.

“Exactly!” I prompted, as I followed the move of the plug as she focused her magic on it, lifting it from the table.

“Now, pull it towards you and lift your tail up!” I prompted, observing her face as she realized what I had in mind for her.

“Since you told me to open the can, I suppose it needs to be lubricated. Or, was that just a tease?” she inquired.

“Good observation. Dip the rounded edge of the plug in the gel!” I confirmed.

“Ah, thanks!” she responded and slipped the tip into the clear gel before she returned the plug to her rear end and plunged the plug in the rear orifice as instructed, with just a silly grin as the slippery plug entered her and plopped firmly with a strange noise as it entered.

Of course the clear plug eagerly entered her rear orifice, just as intended, in part due to being aided by the slippery gel, but also due to the effect the gel had on her flesh upon contact. The massage she had experienced had not been wasted either.

“If you could give that little plug a tentative tug and explain how it feels? I prompted her.

As she reached out and started to pull at the plug, she soon realized that it refused to be extracted, while stretching out, and stretching her rear considerably.

“It doesn’t come out. I can clearly feel how I am contracting firmly around it. Then the shape of the head of the plug is preventing me from pulling it out. Each and every tug gave me an exciting tingling sensation too. As if you did not know?” she responded in surprise.

“Yeah, I knew. I just needed you to explore it for yourself, rather than merely telling you about it!” I explained.

“On that note, I need you to pick up the Yello and lubricate it, before you insert it into your orchid!” I added with a gleeful grin all over my face.

“That cleat arrow like item?” she inquired, just to make sure she got the right one, not that there had been too many items to mistake it for.

“Oh, yeah. That is the one!” I responded.

“And you wanted it all lubricated? Just like with the plug, I take it!” she responded.

“Of course!” I nodded, “Eve if it may be slippery rubber, you never use a toy without lubricating it, you know!” I instructed her

“It looks sleek and slippery, but you are right!” she responded as she picked it up and slipped it into the can of gel and saw it covered all the way up.

“Now slip it into your orchid and feel it slip in to the hilt!” I added with a wide grin.

The glistering rubber flowed through the air from the can and to my rear end, arrow head pointing at my orchid. As the tip of the lubricated rubber hit the orchid, I found myself instantly contract fully on instinct. I am incapable of relaxing in the least. Now I gave the arrow head the final push, feeling it entering me, while I could do nothing to prevent it from entering, or rejecting it after the effect. This is when I realized just how coarse the rubber is, as opposed to the slippery and sleek image I had perceived. The bead slipped in with a clear and obvious plop I could both hear and feel, while the rest of the shaft followed suit. Only the shaft came with spiralling ribs to the right and left, aside from the bumps in between. Each extrusion of the shaft only teased me further, as if the shafts surface alone had not been enough of the tease in the first place?

In the end, I feel the hilt hit the now rubber coated orchid. It stopped there for a moment before it insistently bounced back. Yet, it stopped in my grip, just pressed in as far as I had been instructed.

“You don’t have to tell me, your face revealed your inner emotions to me, as obvious as an open book!” she exclaimed.

“On that note, keep it there for a moment, while you pull the head in as far as it could go!” she then added with a grin and a giggle on her face.

“When you put it like that, you expect me to make it stretch all the way in?” I inquired as I made my best effort to follow the latest instruction, feeling how it followed the interior to the end of the internal flesh cave, only to transform it into a highly elastic rubber as it came into contact with the gel she had passed for lubrication, as slippery as it may have been in the first place.

“Once you have reached the end, let go!” she instructed me, so I did as instructed, only to realize that the stretched out rubber returned to its original shape and length, which was making the surface move along the length of the interior channel.

Naturally, the shaft thus moved over the edge of my orchid, only to keep moving all the way to the point where the head stopped before it would have fallen out. With that it pulled in the toy. The Yello moved back and forth for several minutes.

“Ooooh!”she moaned as the effects slowly sunk in.

“Now I want you to keep that up for as long as you can!” I instructed her in a seductive voice.

“Oh, oh. Ooooh!” she moaned as she picked up on the final instruction and moaned louder as she feels the toy playing with the internal rubber that had been the inside of her orchid.

I moved up to stand three feet behind me, extending my neck in order to see her from behind as she kept moaning as she grew excited from the sensations she inflicted upon herself as the Yello moved in and out, flowing over the soft and sensitive flesh in her orchid.

After a while the effort was starting to wear on her and she grew weaker in her knees and finally collapsed under the weight of the effort of the excitement and applying the magic behind the joy.

I had started to feel all giddy from experiencing the joy as I saw her excitement. Just as she managed a few more bounces of the toy inside before her horn dropped cold and dark.

Now she lay flat on the floor, exhausted from the effort, while breathing heavily. She was quite spent, so I permitted her the time to gather what little strength she could muster, before I had her trot to a bed.