Author's Note

Rarity's POV

Pink by the Fabulous Beach: 2 (2)

“By the beach, even the Lady is wearing swim-wear; just pick up your suit, from the basket!” Pinkie offered.

“Since it is you, my dear; I am taking your word for it!” I responded, before I pulled a suit out of her basket; even when I could sense the strong scent of something sweet from within the confines of the basket.

“I know how it looks, but once you are inside; you will feel much better for it!” she promised me; in an Apple kind of manner, just stopping short of her famous ritual.

“Is this the Lady’s version of the suit you are wearing, then?” I inquired; as I was giving the suit a once over, as I was considering it.

"If you mean that yours is a one-pieces suit, while I am wearing the two-piece bikini; that would be correct, my dear Rarity!" she responded with a wide grin.

The suit may be clear; but at least it will cover my entire body to a fault, and has a black zipper on the back. The strange detail is an obvious valve over my belly button, which is looking suspiciously close to the once you see on the beach ball.

I ended up undoing the zipper, pulling it all the way down, from the top in the neck of the suit. Assuming it would have been too tight to be able to comfortably slip into, if the zipper had not been there. As I inspected the zipper, I notice the letter E engraved in the handle.

“I may need some help with the zipper in a moment!” I prompted, as I slipped my right and left hoof into the suit, before I slipped my right and left hand in and feel the suit slid in place comfortably.

“I know, my dear; it is a Lady’s suit, after all. A lady is expecting some Pony to be there for her in the sticky situation, saving her from the uncomfortable and compromising situations!” Pinkie declared, as she stepped forth and helped me make the suit fall into place and pull the zipper all the way up my neck, falling short of snagging the back of my mane.

“There, how does the suit feel, now?” She then added as she let go of the zipper.

“The suit does feel a bit on the tight side, even when I can see that most of my features have been enhanced by wearing the suit. Unlike your pink suit, mind is a beautifully complimentary white. Strangely, I do no longer feel nude, while wearing it. If it is the implied pressure I feel all over my body, or if it is in the look of the shiny rubber that makes the effect, but I still do enjoy wearing this!” I conceded.

“I thought as much!” she responded, as she was affording me a complimentary once over.

Of course she had expected it, she knew exactly what the suit was, and what it was doing to my features as well as my posture. She was the perfect hour-glass figure every woman was taught to yearn for. Just like her, I am now sporting the perfect E cups, without the worry of a bust weighing me down or straining my back in the least.

I do feel a bit strange over the perfect orbs on the top of my chest, when I don’t feel a pain from the weight they should have been asserting on my back. I do find my soft, rounded hips and plump rump enjoyable; while they make it so comfortable to sit on the quilt, once I had spread it out on the sand.

Even as the sensation of the pressure the suit is asserting upon my entire body faded out of my mind and I forgot about it, but the black line all the way along my spine, which is the zipper is still there, and the valve remains, even when I no longer notice it.

Once I no longer feel the suit, or notice the original effects it is imposing upon me, my body is reacting as if it had been solid; but highly elastic and flexible rubber, not just covered by it. I may have failed realizing the details; yet, little by little I was experiencing the effect, as if I had been born with it.

So long as I am resting on the quilt, or in general focusing on anything other than my body; my orbs are just smooth orbs, and my mound is just a smooth mound. I had not considered the options; there was no reason for a Lady like myself to look at it, and thus I experience the suit covering me.

I had noticed how Pinkie Pie was loving to lie, and rest for moments in the shade; while otherwise engaged in feasting on the pastries. That had been taking up most of the space of her picnic basket.

Just to see her makes me blush; while I am just as astonished, by how she managed to consume the amounts of these muffins as she had already. I may know she needs to eat more than most, just to keep her exuberant excited activities going; but knowing it doesn’t really change it.

As I bent over in order to pick up one of these muffins; I soon found myself shocked as I had doubled over, before I had even realized, just how far and how fast I had moved. The shock is stemming in the unexpected; I am not quite this flexible, even when I am actually exercising on purpose.

In the end; I had managed to reach the tasty treat, from right out of the basket; but the moment is still embarrassing to me. Good thing she isn’t saying anything, and she is the only Pony to have seen it; when I know she will be remembering it, even from the briefest of cursory glances. But; that is the Pinkie Pie, I had come to know and love in the first place.