The Pink Wall breakers Theatre

Chapters

Establishing the Troupe: 1
Reuniting of the shattered Dazzlings: 2
Making the Set: 3
Snails and Diamonds: 4
Treating My Rare Gem: 5

Establishing the Troupe: 1

Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

Establishing the Troupe: 1

This event started shortly after the Battle of the Bands; of course we had crushed the Dazzlings, and their defeat was nothing short of epic. It had been an uphills struggle, until we realized our mistake. This is when Vinyl Scratch opened the door, and helped us out; just in time to oppose the Dazzlings in the final thrust, ending the battle once and for all.

The pendants that had been their source of power all along, had been shattered on the stage in the final moment; and they fled in disgrace after the audience had turned into an angry, mob that rejected them flatly.

I had met Twilight Sparkle on campus on several occasions; she had after all helped us taking down Sunset Shimmer, and to defeat the Sirens fashioning themselves the Dazzlings.

The shattered remnants of the Dazzlings was picked up, and stored away; just to make certain, they never got in the wrong hands. When Midnight Shimmer from Crystal prep signed up; I ended up giving her the shards of the red crystals. I had determined her the best person to handle them for us; since she had proven herself on the subject, even if it did take Sunset Shimmer an effort to guide her; before she realized what she had been doing.

“Rarity, would you like to help me establishing a theatre; by supplying the suits, and costumes the troupe should perform, wearing?” I inquired, as I met her in the hall, between classes.

“Certainly, for you I would do anything; and you know it, Pinkie!” she responded, smiling at me.

“I may, but it is the right thing to do, asking your friends; rather than blatantly assuming you would do it for me!” I pointed out.

“That is the Ladylike manner, as opposed to the brutish ways. Do I have a better reason to help you?” she pointed out.

“Aside from how many smiles our theatre could spread; while showcasing your brilliant, and beautiful creations, you mean?” I suggested.

“These are great arguments, as well. I know just how much it means to you to see us smile, and showcasing my work is good publicity, all the same!” she responded.

“I'll need a few actors and actresses; aside from musicians to present the show, in which we are to play!” I added.

“We could always pull our old band together; not that we really parted ways, or stopped playing together!” she suggested.

“That is a good start, we have instruments to play. You think Fluttershy would write a few sings, for the show?” I put forth.

“If you ask her, hands down!” she pointed out, with utter confidence.

“Hiya, Sunny!” I exclaimed as I bumped into my friend.

“Oh, but hi, Pinkie!” she responded.

“Any particular on your mind?” she then added, as an afterthought.

“Naeh, nothing much. I'm just trying to pull together a few friends, in order to establish a theatre troupe!” I giggled, trying to make an innocent face, but the impersonation failed.

“Sounds like fun; I’m in!” she responded.

“Thanks, Sunny!” I exclaimed; only to bump into Vinyl Scratch, as I was walking down the hall towards the next class.

“Hiya, Pinkie!” she exclaimed.

“Hiya, Vinyl; would you like to help me organizing the music, for a theatre?” I inquired.

“Since it is you, Pinkie, and you did ask me; sure thing!” she responded.

“Then I know the music will be solid; and epic, with you behind the board!” I prompted.

“Hiya, Octavia!” I exclaimed as I stopped by the music room, where she was playing her cello.

“Hiya, Pinkie; nice to see you checking in on us musicians, from time to time!” she expressed.

“Of course, Octavia; I couldn’t live without music, it is after all vital to a good party!” I prompted.

“That sounds about right, Pinkie!” she responded, with a slight hint of a giggle on her voice.

As I looked further into the room, I could see Bulk Biceps playing his violin in another corner. Then I couldn’t void noticing Lyra and Bon Bon on the Piano.

“Hiya, Bulk, Lyra and Bonny!” I extended the greeting to the other girls.

“I am trying to put together a theatre troupe, and am in need of a few instruments!” I prompted.

“Theatre? Sounds interesting, I will have a look at it!” she committed.

I could see the others nodding, interested in what I had in mind.

“Strings will give your theatre a special mood to it, going a very long way towards perfecting your play!” Octavia concluded.

“That is exactly the impression I had, Octavia. That is why I asked you, in the first place!” I explained.

“Classical instruments will always be on the floor of a theatre worth seeing!” Lyra prompted.

“When it comes to establish a subtle mood, nothing can ever bear the sounds of acoustic instruments; in the hands of a skilled, and talented musicians such as you!” I added.

“Thank you, Pinkie Pie!” Lyra and Bon Bon chorused.

“You are quite welcome. I'll see you again, in order to pull this off!” I pointed out.

“I am looking forwards to see, what your first play will be!” Octavia stated; and the others nodded eagerly in ascent, to what she had just said.

“Then I will see you by tomorrow!” I suggested.

“Certainly!” Octavia agreed.

“Midnight, I'm trying to put together a theatre. I hope you'd come, too!” I prompted.

“A theatre?” she responded.

“It will be fun. I understand that you're a bit on the shy side, and still do have issues on the friendships. Then you need to see Fluttershy?” I suggested.

“I did not do well with friends at my previous school, they merely tolerated me for my grades!” she conceded.

“We're very different, here at Canterlot High. I did see a sample of what you can do, I'm sure you can accomplish wonders. Besides, I can never have enough friends. I need you to enjoy yourself here!” I prompted.

“I noticed that, when I met your friends!” she agreed.

Reuniting of the shattered Dazzlings: 2

”Could you make a set of pendants of these gems, Rarity?” Pinkie inquired, as she entered my Boutique.

“Certainly, for you; I would do anything. You know that!” I prompted.

“Exactly, but Twilly enchanted them for me. Now I need you to give them to the former Dazzlings, with a little bit of a treat on the side. If you could incite them, to permit you to polish their nails with this?” she teased.

“If you say it, this is bound to be more fun that even I can pass up!” I proclaimed.

“It will be epic, if you can make them agree to the proposal. They don’t need to know any of their former friends are getting the same treat!” she explained, matter of fact.

“I love the looks of the lacquer, but I would have preferred it in purple. Yet; since it is for the Dazzlings, clear is just fine by me!” I prompted.

“Maybe I could procure a set of vials for you, after you completed the work on our new friends to be!” she suggested.

“That would make me most grateful, if you could do that for me. I understand that the product of such high quality is not easy to obtain. Maybe I could use it, after I have finished the job?” I inquired.

“I will shy no efforts in procuring the lacquer for you, but by no means use this on your own nails, Rarity!” she explained, in no uncertain terms.

“Is the lacquer not right for me?” I inquired, in the hopes of some further explanation.

“To be perfectly frank and honest with you, Rarity; this was specifically formulated for these three girls. I am going to explain the rest, once you have seen the full effect it is going to have on them. I want you to make them enjoy the treat; this has to be one of these offers you can not refuse!” she pointed out, matter of fact.

“When you say it like that; I take it we will have plenty of fun, by the time you explain the rest?” I proposed.

She just nodded with a strangled giggle, deep down in her throat.

“I will take your word for it!” I declared, as I saw her walk out the door.

From what my friend had let on, when she asked me to make the pendants; is that they would be given to the three Dazzlings respectively, but she had not given me any further instructions.

As I look closer at the gems she had handed me, they are all perfectly beautiful octagonal Rubies. Precious gems, by any standard of which I had been aware; but this would not explain her intent, or the use she had in mind for them.

The way she had explained it, and the details she had intentionally left out; made me think I would be better off, not knowing it, before it was time. I don’t like to spoil her surprise, more than I want anyone to spoil one for me; regardless of if I am on the giving or receiving end. This is the nature of a good surprise, after all.

At first, I was leaning towards making it with an inch wide black leather, but changed my mind in the favour of rubber. As great as the leather would have been looking, but the rubber does carry the polished shine so much more eagerly. Sorry, but I do adore the shimmery and shiny; there is no contesting the effect.

If our Dazzlings wanted to be adored, they are bound to prefer my more shiny option; hands down. If I presented them with either the leather, or the choice, it would make them less eager to wear, what I had been told to present them with. I need them to desire and wear them, as if it had been their old original. It is what I had promised my friend, Pinkie Pie.

I had found just the right strap for the pendants; not exactly what they had been used to, but after I had polished it up, it does look pretty good; or at least I think so.

Once the respective gems had been attached to the necklaces, I could hide them away for when the girls finally did show up. It isn’t as if I could expect them to show up, right on cue when I wanted them to.

The entire set of items had gone into a special case; right under my counter, for when I was to encounter either of the three girls; Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze and Sonata Dusk, respectively. I had not told anyone of this, so it is most likely to stay safe, where I had placed it; just as it would be easy to pull out, for when I am expected to need the items.

I may not have a SPA, or any similar establishment; but I still do keep a few items that could help me showcase the people who visit my Boutique. I can give them a makeover; which may include application of accessories, makeup or nail polish; just to make a point out of what they are looking for. Offering a makeover would help them see the products in the intended light, even when they did not come prepared.

With everything I need, put aside and prepared; I am content in waiting for the girls I had been told to talk to. I just need to convince them into accepting the gifts, and the treat I was to prepare for them.

The trio of girls had been broken up; once the one thing keeping them together had been smashed into little pieces, and lay shattered on the ground; at the stage as a monument of their ultimate defeat.

With croaking voices, they are incapable of singing; with no hope of success, they ran off in despair. Alone, and abandoned; there was little to do for them.

Apparently, Pinkie Pie is shouldering the cloak of presenting the helping hand to the three girls; following the example of when Twilight Sparkle offered Sunset Shimmer a helping hand, as she offered her our friendship. Once rendered harmless, and broken; I guess I can see the worth of it, she just wanted a few more friends, but it does go far beyond that.

“Adagio, please wait. I have a gift for you, and a small treat!” I prompted the girl, as I saw her alone and, lonely on a chair in the cafeteria.

“Hi, Rarity. You do; that is exactly the last thing I had expected from you, and the opposite of what I have been receiving as of late!” she responded.

“If you are no threat to me, it doesn’t hurt to try to make you into a friend!” I explained.

“You mean, like you treated Sunset Shimmer? I heard you befriended her, just after you defeated her?” she put forth.

“Yes, we certainly did. We all had our personal reasons behind it, too. Leaving you like this now, makes the place gloomy, and not glamorous at all!” I pointed out.

“You could as easily have pushed us out, and achieved the same effect?” she prompted sourly.

“Technically speaking; that was a possibility. Yet; right now, I am more interested in making you shine. I could offer you a stage, and the limelight you said you wanted in the first place. It may not be the way you had envisioned, but it could serve your interest!” I pointed out, jovially.

“Since you did not banish Sunset Shimmer, I guess that does grant you at least a measure of credibility in what you are offering me. How, pray tell; would you make the limelight aim at me, in order for me to be adored in the manner I was dreaming of?” she prompted.

“Since you asked me; I would start with the looks, in order to give you the appearance to go with the package. Knowing this isn’t answering your question, my friends could set the stage for you, and help you present the song you are to perform on the scene!” I responded.

“The irony of it all; this place was a dump, until you showed up on the stage. Only then, you are the once who could take us all down and destroy us once and for all. I may still be the Dazzling, but I can never return to be the Siren I was!” she pointed out.

“I guess that is an irony of epic proportions, right there. As a Dazzling; you were wearing a necklace, a pendant. I may not be capable of restoring the original, but what if I could give you a replacement to give back at least a portion of the old feel? It would carry the looks and feel just like the original, but it is the stage as a singer that will make them adore you!” I proclaimed.

“If you have that pendant you promised you were offering me; I could look at it, and see if I like how it feels on?” she suggested, in a vaguely positive tone.

“As a matter of fact, I do have it right here!” I responded; as I pulled it out of my hidden inner pocket, and reached over in order to offer the intended gift to her.

“I can see why you are so protective about this pendant, it is precious to you; but there is more to it than a mere gem in your pocket, isn’t it?” she prompted.

“That is a very rare variety of fire Ruby, to begin with, but if you wear it, and take a few notes, you will sense the first hint of the true power to it!” I incited.

“Aside from one small detail, it does look exactly like what I so recently lost. Yet; as you say, I do feel something stirring inside!” she responded, slipping the bracelet around her neck, feeling it hugging her tightly.

“How does it feel?” I inquired.

“Ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah!” she vocalized the first scale of the original song on the main stage of the battle of the bands.

I just blinked as the glimmer circled around the outer edge of the gem Ruby around her neck.

“There is something to it, I have to admit. This does lend an echo of how it used to feel. Yet, this place is a very poor ground for testing the true power of your most generous gift!” she responded.

“Twilight Sparkle suggested that it was the original reason, for sending you to us in the first place. If your magic is lost, you would not be able to hurt the people of our realm. Apparently, the old Wizard cared enough for us, to make certain you couldn’t do any serious harm to us!” I pointed out.

“Only he never predicted for Sunset Shimmer to go here and subsequently take the element of Magic with her? Oh well; maybe I could make a new start, if you can live up to your promises?” she responded.

“So long as we are talking of a glamorous look, and the adoration that will come with it; that I can live up to!” I pointed out.

“Ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah! .. Ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah!” she sang; now with growing confidence, as her voice was steadily growing clearer, even if it was not growing any stronger.

“With that voice, all you need is a microphone and Vinyl Scratch can amplify your voice to be heard all the way through a large and roaring crowd!” I pointed out.

“You mean, like when she helped you to be heard from all the way out, where you faced us from?” she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

“Exactly. Now, if you give me your hands; and I will give you the first taste of the new look to go with the pendant!” I incited.

“Oh, okay. I can afford that. At least if it is from you?” she responded as she placed her hands, palms down and fingers spread wide on the surface of the table.

Once I can clearly see her hands on the table, I produce the vial of polish Pinkie Pie had presented me with for this very purpose. Momentarily looking at it, I can see the lacquer is all the way up, this bottle is clearly full and has never been used.

I place the glass item onto the table and uncap it. There is no odour of any kind, but I guess that is convenient.

Starting with the right hand and the nail of her thumb. I start at the center and the root of the nail, drawing the wide brush all the way down, then continuing right and left, right and left.

I merely continue, nail by nail of the hand; only to continue with the left hand. From there, I lift up her hand and paint the rim of the fairly short nails. As I finish; I cap the bottle and pocket it, where I had been storing it all the while I was talking to her; from when I walked of from my home, in the morning.

“You work as a professional, when you applied that polish. I guess that goes with the territory, when you care so deeply about your fashion?” she prompted, as I finished the job.

“Thanks you, Adagio; I do take some small pride in my work, you know. Just as I imagine you did, with your singing? Speaking of fashion, I guess I could tempt you with something that goes with your complexion, at some later time?” I suggested.

“I can see the effect of your polish, yet they still look as if they are my nails; just a bit shinier than they were before. Shouldn’t hurt, looking at what you have to offer; if I don’t like it, I wouldn’t wear it. I think I can try it!” she responded.

“That is the point of clear polish, you notice the effect, without the potentially intrusive effect of the wrong colour. Exactly, just come down to my Boutique; when you are in the mood and have the time. If I don’t have anything you feel comfortable in wearing, you can walk off, no questions asked!” I prompted.

“That sounds fair, to me!” she conceded.

“Ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah!” she vocalized the first scale of the original song.

Author's Note

Rarity's POV

Making the Set: 3

“I see, you did come to the rehearsal; I hope you will enjoy taking part of the little play, Aria!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed as I arrived, behind the stage.

“Yeah, I figured I could as well give it a shot. I still do enjoy singing, even if the audience was on a different note at the end of the battle!” I pointed out.

“Back then, they were expecting more out of you; after your initial performance. Once you failed to give them what they were expecting, they were rightfully disappointed and reacted accordingly; even if I guess they did take out their emotions on you for what happened earlier. This time, they have no previous performance to compare with, and no old smoldering emotions to take out on you!” she explained, right to the point.

“Time to prepare for your audition, if you don’t mind?” she prompted.

“Oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!” I vocalized, in preparation for what I was looking forwards to.

“You are doing great, your voice will be perfect for the part!” Octavia complimented honestly, straight to the point.

“You think, Octavia? I have been practicing alone; since Rarity gave me this?” I prompted; pointing towards the rare, red gem around my neck.

“I can hear that, you are improving right on cue!” she then conceded.

“Oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!” I exercised my voice.

What I had failed to notice, and was still failing to notice; is the effect my practice had on me and the necklace Rarity had prepared for me. Maybe it is the fact that I feel the magic gathering; as I practice the scales that is blinding me to the effects, but I am still not realizing, just what she had given me.

“Oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!” I exercised my voice.

Of course, my voice has been improving steadily, while I keep practicing too; but that is just the obvious point I am supposed to notice.

“Come right this way, please; Aria!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, as she saw me talking to her friends.

“Oh, okay?” I responded, oblivious as to what she had in mind.

“I have a little treat for you, Aria; one that should help you relax, while you are singing!” she promptly explained.

What she was really after; is to clear the set, in order for one of my former friends to enter; without noticing me, or realizing what she was actually up to. Woe is me, when I actually realize, just what she had in mind. Poor me, and poor me; indeed.

Of course, I had to follow her in order to prepare for what I had signed up for; even if I had no idea as to what she had in mind. She had been clever enough, never to spill her beans anywhere near me.

“Okay!” I merely responded; letting her know I caught the intent, and followed her to where she was going.

“Almost there!” she prompted, pointing where I was to go.

I did not know Pinkie Pie was to blame for the gift; the one Rarity had so kindly, and generously afforded me the other day. Likewise, Rarity had blatantly failed to explain that my two former friends had received the same gift as she gave me. Would I have trusted her, if she had told me? On that note; I may have been the first, or the last to accept the gift; which made no real difference in any event.

What counted; is that she had given me something I cared for, something she had expected me to enjoy, and appreciate. At first I did appreciate the gift; but this is before I knew what I was up for, in the first place. I still do not know.

“I need you up on this podium; while I give you a nice back rub, in order to loosen your back up, for when you are singing!” she explained; kindly but deceptively with her customary grin all over her face.

“That does sound tempting!” I responded; as I climbed up onto the podium as instructed, posing up to make it comfortable on her as she treated me, as promised.

While I was climbing up; she had pulled out a bottle of what looks like massage oil, but contains a clear gel that apparently already is nicely warm, and will be absorbed readily by my skin.

“There, that is just right; if you allow for a few minutes; while I work the oil into your skin, please?” she promptly informed me seductively.

“I had no idea, being adored could be this good!” I pointed out.

“You are very special, to me; you do deserve a little extra, Aria!” she put forth with a grin.

“I like the sound of that. Why did we not think of this before? Oh yeah, Adagio Dazzle was too caught up in acquiring the admiration for herself; with us as side kicks, and see how that ended up?” I added; cynically, with a hint of annoyance to my voice.

“That is what happens to you, when your friends are not pulling in the same direction!” she merely pointed out, with a fit of giggles at the end.

She stood behind me, and applied the gel from the rear end. I feel how my butt is warming up, and starts to relax comfortably under her experienced hands. Bit by bit, she is working her way forwards over my back.

Firm, yet not stiff or hard hands; knowing the ins, and outs in how to make a friend feel good; the kind of girl I should have had by my side, rather than the once I had been stuck with before.

Gel slipping in between her fingers; as her hands are sliding, and playing all over my back. Up and down, right and left; round and round. There is no stopping her, or her hands; when she had something on her mind. I had grown to love the giggle to her voice, and the warmth to her personality. How could one expect what she was up to?

Before the bottle had run dry; she had covered my butt, body, shoulders, neck and body; hands down. I had enjoyed the treat Royally, before I realized it; or what the consequences are going to be on me.

“Oups, I must have picked an opened bottle? I could as well tease you with another treat; before I dig up a new bottle, and continue?” she proclaimed.

“Oh, okay. That would mean that I am going to be a few minutes later for the first rehearsal, but I guess I am fine with it!” I giggled, in response.

“If you give me your right hand, please?” she suggested; before she painted the tips of my fingers with a clear, pink gel.

She had started from the last joint of my thumb; then continued all the way down to my now inch long nail, and covered all the skin. From there, she had merely repeated the process; finger by finger.

“The left hand, please?” she then added, as she let go of my right hand.

I made my best; in order to reach forwards, and present my left hand; but it is hard to lift the hand high enough for her. She grabbed the hand by the wrist; turned it around, and continued the preparation of my left hand. I know she was not holding my hand all that far up, but it is what it had felt like; when she urged me on, as she helped me preparing.

She let go of the left hand, and I feel it draw back to a position close to the point on the top of the podium; before I had even pulled it down consciously. The strange thing is that I failed to realize it; but I already found it natural a pose.

Once she had finished working on the fingers of my hands; she had promptly walked around me, and started all over. She clearly painted toe by toe, one at the time. Only now, I have no long nails to take into the consideration.

Pinkie Pie produced a new bottle of gel. I could see her uncapping the new bottle and feel her hands on my butt, as she started over again; as if the fact that the bottle had run dry before she was done meant that she had to start over?

I had said nothing about it. Maybe I still do enjoy her hands drenched in the oil all over my body too much for me to complain? What if she was to just stop, and leave me half done? I would have been silly, but without a complete preparation. She had run through the same moves; step by step, covering my skin in the oil all over. I imagine my skin had to be glistering from all the oil she had covered me in by now.

The second time over, she had managed to cover my entire thighs and my arms, all the way down to my elbows. Yet, this is where she apparently ran dry. I guess this is when I finally noticed, what she did as she applied the gel to the tips of my fingers, though? There is now a cerise pad, covering the entire skin under the nail. These pads are highly sensitive; even more than the tips of my fingers had been before, I may add.

“Sorry, I will need to find a third bottle; but as compensation, I am prepared to give you an additional treat!” she offered generously.

“I guess I could take an additional treat, if you have the time to spare before I am supposed to be up there!” I merely agreed.

“A deep purple is your colour, right?” she prompted, and I nodded confirmation.

Now she painted my lips carefully, before she applied a generous eye shadow. For some reason; she then applied a clear, purple gel to my cherries, and the skin just around them.

“I like your choice of lipstick!” I acknowledged.

“I love your hands on my butt!” I exclaimed; as she had uncapped the third, and final bottle of oil; which incidentally is a gel.

“Then I will make sure to enjoy grouping your butt, as often as I am permitted!” she merely teased; with an evil grin, and a hysterical giggle.

“Is that a promise, or an invitation?” I inquired, eagerly looking up.

“Let’s see! How about both?” she merely continued, in the same style as she continued spreading the gel over my hide.

Only this time, she had managed to make the oil last all the way. I am standing up in a utterly quadrupedal stance, on the tips of my fingers and toes. Looking forwards, I apparently see her face to face; as she giggling looks straight into my eyes.

I followed her with my eyes as she takes a step back, then a few more. She is clearly looking at me intently all the way, as if curious as to how I am to react; but react on what, I had no idea.

“You can hop down from the podium, and I will take you to the set!” she merely prompted.

As I tried to rise to my feet; I failed, and capitally so. In the end, I merely hope down, like a cat; before I trotted after her. It is strange, but it feels fairly normal to trot after her on all fours; aside from being alien to be half my height. My body had been adapted to a quadruped stance, while I still am accustomed to walk on two feet. There is no walking around this.

“Ih-ih! Ih-ih-ih! Ih-ih-ih-ih-ih!” Sonata Dusk vocalized, as she was singing up.

Author's Note

Aria Blaze's POV

Snails and Diamonds: 4

Author's Note

Diamond Tiara's POV

Snails and Diamonds: 4

”Wait! You have promised me the lead role, right?” I put forth.

“Of course, Diamond Tiara. Who doesn't know that you are the star?" Pinkie Pie prompted.

“Yes, exactly what I had thought!” I responded.

“You just need to slip into your suit, and rehears a few times; before you are fit to hit the stage!” she added.

“I take it; you have my suit ready, and in my size!” I pointed out.

“Don’t worry, I know how to throw a party, or put up a play; these are all the same; it is based on planning, and knowing what entertains your audience!” she put forth.

I had noted the reaction on when I implied that she had not been fully prepared. What her expression said, is that I should not push that envelope.

She had already given me reason to desire what she had promised, so I conveniently quieted down.

I had accepted the first garment, looking like a swim suit; before I had stepped into it, and slipped my arms right in. She had eagerly helped me to zip it all the way up to the hair, for me. Maybe she had been a bit too eager, and helpful; but she is Pinkie Pie, it is what you expected out of her. She is all about making the rest of us smile.

What I had not noticed right away, is that the suit reaches all the way to my knees, and elbows. I feel the tight, thick rubber enclosing my entire body, slippery and brightly glistering; yet I had not seen or felt the skin tone material over my thighs and upper arms.

I had stepped into the matching stockings, right and left. These stockings reach to the middle of my thighs, and has detailed toes, on which I could even see my toe nails underneath, which is amusing in a shocking manner.

As she presented me with the highly detailed gloves; I had eagerly slipped my hands all the way in, enjoying the complimentary shape they are lending to me. There is the one detail sticking out; these gloves gives me the appearance of having long, beautiful effeminate nails; covering the tip of the finger from just after the last joint and is an entire inch in length. What I had failed to notice; is the sensitive, yet emphasized pad under the tip of each finger; maybe that is due to the nails more conspicuous appearance, but it is what happened to me.

“One final item, and you are good to go; and to be seen by the audience on the stage!” she then prompted.

“Oh, all right. What is it?” I shot back; before I thought better of it, but too late.

“Just these!” she informed me.

“You are to be the star of the show, remember? Then you need to have all the grace that goes with it; or you would fall flat on your nose, with the roaring laughter as the result?” she informed me in a scary matter of fact voice.

“Of course, good point!” I responded, as I accepted the final item.

A pair of glistering black ballet slippers to go with my metallic bloody red suit. She helped me slipping them on, and tied them tightly onto my feet. Once she was done, she had turned me into a ballet girl; bound to tiptoe around on the stage, with all the grace she had imbued me with, just as she had promised. It is just a bit unexpected, and I had to confess, I am not accustomed to it, or the details she had put into it all. Maybe she truly had intended for me to be the star, just as she had told me.

Apparently, I am firmly stuck in the role she gave me. The suit is skintight, and I can’t touch the seams or borders between the various garments.

The suit is highly restrictive, but complimentary; partially based on the pressure, but also the glossy material that is highlighting each and every detail affectionately with aggressive eagerness. There is no denying it.

I had both seen and felt my toes in the stocking, but now I merely see and feel the outlines of the slippers covering my feet. I am trapped on stage; in the promised role, with no escape whatsoever.

With the suit she had given me on, and to her satisfaction, I had moved out onto the stage; albeit, tiptoeing as the only manner of movement left to me. Of course, when I got into it, and grew warm in the garments and the role in which I had now found myself; I can also prance around, jump and perform a few other moves I don’t even have a name for. Maybe she forgot to explain these to me, for some reason; or she merely found the names irrelevant to me.

Oh, but wait; Pinkie Pie doesn’t forget details more than she does forget anything else. Yet, she had neglected to inform me of these details, just as she never told me how, why or where she had found them in the first place. I could but imagine that her friends; Rarity had crafted them for her purpose, but I have no proof of it, so I could say nothing.

Being on a tight or short leach as it is here, there is no point or gain by throwing accusations around; not when I have nothing to go on, and no actual proof. I need to know more, and why.

As shocking as the original realization may have been, but the next surprise easily leveled the ground for me. She had brought me the suit for a reason, but that had been the easy part; it is merely the role she had given me in the first place.

The suit may be good looking and complimentary on my body, but it is not why she gave me the suit, more than the fact that I couldn’t pull it off of myself on my own.

After a while, I had started to enjoy the grace of the suit, to prance, jump and tiptoe around on her stage; performing the role she had set before me with elegance. I know the audience will adore me, and look up to me after this.

She had used printed images of a girl performing in order to show me what she had in mind, lining the figures up on a line, sequence by sequence. The first poses and moves are easy, I knew as much; even if it had looked complicated, from where I had been standing on the sideline before I wore the suit I am now in.

Just the notion of having me standing on my toes, and then balancing on a single foot alone had been preposterous; to say the least. I guess I should have told her as much, before she made her point clear.

Then I saw the next sequence, where she had me performing splits, bending my back back too far for what I could imagine. I was even bending my arms behind my back, far behind comfortable limits, for all I knew up until now; that is.

Wearing the suit should make it harder on me, performing what she had in mind; yet it seems I could not have been further from the truth. Once I started out, performing the new set, I found myself with no problems at all.

I had even managed the split in the air as I jumped up, and easily landed on my toes; as if I had been practicing this for years. Actually, I do fear it takes more than practice to make it; I would have needed a purpose, motivation, and the right built to go with it. I have no idea if I had the built for becoming a ballet dancer, but I know I never had the motivation before. Maybe she had managed to feed me enough motivation; but I had done, what I had done, I can’t deny that part.

Of course, I had been performing set after set, scene after scene. I can clearly see her smile as I look at her, once I had been done.

Only she never let me off of the stage, or out of the suit. No matter what, I am on the stage, dancing for her all day with the suit on.

Pondering if I am happy I can be recognized, or if I should have been better off, with a hood hiding my face under some kind of disguise? Doesn’t matter, I have none of it.

Once I finally had been permitted to step off of the stage and the scene, I had time to think. But I had never seen Silver Spoon, throughout the entire practice. Where was she, and where is she now.

Naturally, she had left me in the suit; why should I have expected anything else? It is Pinkie Pie, and apparently, she had found it amusing. It is all it takes.

I had been told; that we would be on a tour, once I had practiced a week or so. My parents, and the school had apparently excused me; which means, none is actually looking for me; until I am expected back from the tour. Yet, how long and extensive would our tour be? The entire Equestria; and every town, city and metropolis within traveling distance?

Treating My Rare Gem: 5

Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

Treating My Rare Gem: 5

I had given Rarity a promise; when I handed her the gifts, and the polish for the three Dazzlings. Just as I had told her, not to use any of that lacquer on her nails. Naturally, I had meant that warning, but not as a threat.

A promise is a promise, and it is something I live by keeping. I pony up, what I have promised. With that said; I have a promise to deliver on, and I expect Rarity to enjoy the gift.

I had sneaked up on my old friend, and barely managed not to scare her out of her bright white skin; as I tapped her on her right shoulder. Not that she is the easy scare; but I am suspiciously good at sneaking up on people, and friends.

“Iiiih!” she exclaimed, as I placed a finger on her shoulder.

“Sh.. If you would just follow me up to the second floor. I have something I know you are going to enjoy!” I prompted, once she had managed to calm down and collect herself enough to quiet down.

“Hello, Pinkie Pie. I certainly should have known, you are the only one who could sneak up on me like this!” she responded; as she hastily followed me to the flight of stairs, and up to the balcony in the library.

Naturally, there is a table and two chairs on the second level. If it had not, I would just have made sure, there was; simple as that. Now they are there; dusted off, and presentable.

“Rarity; have a seat, please; and make yourself comfortable!” I suggested, pointing at the chair I had in mind for her in which to sit.

“Thank you, Pinkie Pie!” she responded; nodding her ascent, as she sat where I directed her to.

“If you recall, I did promise you a lacquer for your nails; when you could not use the one I gave you as a gift for our new friends!” I inquired; as I sat down and produced a vial, from within a hidden pocket.

“Yes, Pinkie Pie; I do recall you did promise me that. I take it, this is the one you had in mind?” she responded.

“I guess I could as well treat you to a little bit of a manicure, while I am at it; unless you have something more important to do right now, or any other excuse, not to accept it?” I put forth.

“By Celestia, how did you get your hand on a vial like this? It is something a tad above what I dare hope for!” she gasped as she cast a first glance at the label.

“I have friends, and connections; when I feel the need of something special, I pull it off of the shelf for you!” I merely nodded.

“This is a top shelf item, it isn’t even available to just anyone; I have merely seen a few of these, in the first place. Let alone in my colour!” she added in disbelief.

“This is a special order, I had to make certain I had exactly your hue. Purple; and a bright, deep purple; was it?” I inquired, just to make a point of knowing what I had been looking for, without letting on the final kick in the teeth I had hidden behind my back.

“Special order; indeed, not even Photo Finish would expect to see this hue; even if she had been hoping for it!” she gawked.

“Then, you can be a true Rarity in every sense of the word. Let us get to the good part; if you place your hands before me, please; and the palms down, fingers spread wide?” I prompted.

“Certainly!” she merely responded, looking at the vial in disbelief.

I uncapped the bottle before her eyes, breathing in the aroma; before I exhaled and thus gave her a whiff of what she had before her. I could afford to take a moment extra, just for the impression on my friend; this did not cost me anything extra, while it was certain to plaster a grin on the face of my friend. It is always right to impress on your friends, when they were the benefactors of what you had before them.

Manicure may not be my specialty, but when I have a good reason, I can perform well enough to impress others who wasn’t directly professionals. I am good enough, not to make a fool out of myself and treat a friend.

I had pulled the cap up, and started to apply the thick gel lacquer from the root of the thumb nail of her right hand, drawing the brush all the way down to the tip of her nail. I started with the centre; then right and left, right and left.

As I had painted the top of the nail, I continued with the back in the same manner, before I sealed the nail in by applying a coating a line the rim; from the right and in, then from the left and in.

Nail by nail, I polished for her. I could see the glitter in her eyes, as she saw the effect it has on her nails. Then I could also see how the purple covers her nails; one by one, as I paint her nails. First the right, then the left.

“Ooooh!” she exclaimed in excitement, as she saw the effect the lacquer initially had on the nails; on her right, and left hand.

“If you permit a minute, for the curing of the lacquer? Then you can continue as if nothing had happened!” I prompted.

The minute came and went; while rarity was still just enjoying the looks, of her now deeply purple nails.

What I had not yet explained, is that the lacquer is unbreakable. Since she likes the colour, and the effect it has on her nails; I knew she was not to complain any time soon. The gift had extended just an inch farther than I had let on, but what is the harm; when it gave her exactly what she wanted in the first place.

The full effect would only be seen as she went to sleep, later tonight. The nails would grow out and cover the tip of the finger, only leaving enough over the joint, but stay the same oval shape and look just as adorable as she deserves. Yet, by then; I had another gift in mind for her. If you see this as a loving gift, or the prank is your privilege; but I know for uttermost certainty, that she is still loving the gift by next week.

Knowing Rarity; it is something she would go along with, even if I was to pull it over her head while she was asleep.

Just after midnight; I had slipped into the Carousel Boutique, where Rarity lives with her sister and work. No real problem to one who never forget, and never make slips. Besides, I do have the knack of knowing ahead of time.

Once I had sneaked up the flight of stairs to her bed room, I made certain the room is dark; before I untie her night blind fold she wears each and every night. I do need to have clear view and full access to her eyes, so I couldn’t avoid it; as much as I may have wanted for the convenience.

As crude and cruel as it may seem, but I start by cutting the original eyelashes off; before I carefully and meticulously apply one hair at the time. As I finish, she has a full set of glistering black hairs, where her eyelashes had been before. Only now, they would be a full inch long, with a progressive curl upwards.

Once I had finished, I am done; so I put the blind fold back in place and leave her to sleep the rest of the night undisturbed.

As I had removed the last trace of my ever being in the room, I walk out the door, quietly closing it behind myself, before I take the flight of stairs down.

I slip out the same way I had entered and seal the gap behind me, there can be no sign of the entry. Nothing had been taken, and nothing had been damaged; there are no signs of my action, other than her longer eyelashes. I am content, leaving it like this.

Rarity woke up early in the morning, the following day; pulling the blinders off of her head and looked around the room. What she saw, is exactly what she knew was there from the day before, naturally. If she had seen a single detail amiss or out of place, she would have questioned her sister; Sweetie Belle, and consequently made a mess out of the occurrence.

The moment she got into the mares’ room, and afforded the mirror a glance; the day turned upside-down on her. Naturally, she knew her lashes had never been this long, this glistering or anywhere nearly as thick as they are now. Not even with the artificial lashes she was known to wear on rare occasions, when she wanted to look her best at an occasion.

Her only problem is that these lashes did look as if they were growing right out of the skin of her eyelids; they are clearly no artificial or fake lashes. They are not covered in mascara, or any other artificial colouring or treatment, merely plain black and glistering all by themselves.

Once the situation dawned upon her, she merely stood there for several long minutes.

“Have you changed the make of your artificial lashes, Sister? These are looking almost as if they had been your very own!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed, as she saw her sister exiting the small room.

“Now, Sweetie. I am in fact not even wearing them, I never put them on before I am about to go out on a special occasion. I guess you were bound to notice? How do I look?” she inquired, uncharacteristically inquisitively.

“Like always, just stunning. While you are at it; your hands look great with the new lacquer, you had put on yesterday as well. Even if your nails were shorter, as I recall from yesterday!” she added as a final afterthought.

“Thank you, Sweetie; you do know how to make your sister feel all warm and fuzzy inside!” she responded.

“You are quite right dear Sweetie, they were shorter; before I went to bed!” she then added as she had taken in the details her sister had just pointed out.

Rather than the finger-short nails from the day before, her nails now had grown out to half an inch beyond the tip of the nail; while covering almost entirely all the way down to the final joint of the finger as well. Naturally, the nails are a perfect, deep purple and glistering smooth finish as well.

“Did you by any chance have your nails done, yesterday?” Sweetie Belle conceded.

“Well, Pinkie Pie applied a special and very rare, expensive lacquer. She had promised me the treat, when she asked me to help me handing something to a few girls for her. I never knew she was going this far overboard, with what she gave me!” Rarity prompted.

Why could Pinkie Pie never settle for something simple, but had to go overboard? My nails may look sharp, and smashing the way they are now; with the natural semi square form I had seen them grow into. I just hope they are not growing any longer than they are. I could grow used to them as they are; even if I commonly had the oval form, when I had long nails.

“How typical, now I will have to thank Pinkie Pie all over again. Not that I have a problem facing her, or thanking her; it is just the shock of what I realized she gave me!” Rarity thought.