Fun in the Sun: By the Beach

by Ponyess

Rating: mature
Tags: Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 2202

On one particularly hot day, Pinkie Pie decides on taking her special some Pony to the beach, only wearing the bikini. She helped Rarity pack for the day out in the sun, spiking the event with a few surprises and treats. How else?

When the sun of Celestia is making the small, but bustling village into a baking oven; Pinkie Pie takes her special some Pony to the beach, where it should be cool enough to stay comfortable.

She had slipped into a special bikini, and carried the basket with sweets and beach surprises to Rarity; before they went to the beach together.

On such a hot day, it is perfect for a picnic; or it is what Pinkie Pie decided.

Published 2015-12-01 15:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-12-08 01:47:05 UTC

Pink by the Fabulous Beach: 2 (2)

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.

A Hot day, is Prelude to be Hot: 1 (1)

Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

A Hot day, is Prelude to be Hot: 1 (1)

The day had been scheduled to be warm, but I had a premonition; letting on that it was a Hot day to be remembered. With that, I had made a few plans in advance. The basket is packed, and stacked away.

The secret to a good day, is to have everything prepared, and to have everything you need, before the disaster hit that infamous fan.

I had packed a special bathing suit for Rarity, and the bikini for me. Naturally, there are sweets and pastries to feed an entire army, but when I am there, you already know it will be required. Oh, and then there is the actual surprises; for both of us.

As I woke up, the sun had just sent its first tentative rays into my window. The blue and yellow balloons flooding the ceiling spread a cascade of light into my entire room. As the light hit the pink, shy balloons on the floor; they scurried in, to the safety under my bed with incredible haste.

I fold the quilt to the side and slip my hooves out of bed and down to the floor. As I sit up, I scan the room for but a moment. I raise to my hooves, turn around and bend over in order to fold the quit back and leave the bed as if new.

Once out of the bed, I step out of the pink cotton panties, decorated with blue and yellow balloon candy, before I step into the clear rubber bikini bottom, and slip the matching top down over my head, with my hands raised up towards the sun. Looking down, I can see my now full hips and plump butt in the shimmering pink panties, and my round bust under the top.

With the bikini on, I slip my hooves into the comfortable rubber boots and pull out the picnic basket, before I turn to the door. With a bounce and I am by the door, I promptly open and close behind me. Once out in the hall on the second floor, I trot to the flight of stairs and slide quietly down the rail to the ground floor, before trotting off to the door.

I hastily opened the door and closed it quietly behind me as I stepped out, before I trotted the short distance to Rarity at the Carousel Boutique; where she lives with her Daughter Sweetie Belle, who currently was out in the club house with her friends, the Cutie Mark Crusaders.

As I knock on her door; I soon is gratified by the steps of my love, who appears before me once the door swung open a moment later.

“Hiya, Rarity!” I exclaimed, as I see her face in the door.

“Greetings, Pinkie Pie; what a wonderful surprise to see you by my door!” she prompted; as she stepped to the side, and closed the door after me a moment later.

“It is one of these Hot days, so I brought a picnic basket with me; in hopes you would like to follow me to the beach, rather than staying indoors, and be roasted in the fear of losing any customers while you were out!” I pointed out, placing the basket on the floor before her.

“When you put it like that, my dear; there will be no customers coming by my door today!” she responded, with a more Lady-like giggle to her voice.

“The weather team up in Clouds dale has scheduled a warm, sunny day; so there is little chance Ponies has the time to bother a poor seamstress about a new dress today. I just want to be on my way, before the flood of Ponies are hitting the road!” I enlightened her with a giggle.

“Oh yes; that would make sense, and you are known to be on top of anything; when you put your mind to it. Even if it means that you are required to go to the outermost edge of Equestria and venture to Yak Yakistan; just to have something authentic for a little party!” she suggested.

“I am known to go out on a limb, and go off on a tangent to paced well out of sight for less than a party. Since I have everything packed, but you could pick up a pair of quilts for us to rest on; on the beach?” I added.

“You know that I always have the most comfortable, fashionable and fabulous quilts available, just in case I am in the mood to go to the beach!” she declared.

“Yes, I know. I haven’t managed to forget anything, this far, remember!” I added; as I saw her pick up a few large quilts, and stack them in my basket.

Rarity closed the door quietly behind us, and promptly made her best effort; in following my excited gait towards the beach I had previously told her of, as I bounced down the street. I have to hoof it to her; for a Lady, she is doing a valiant effort in keeping up with me, of all Ponies. Yet, I guess love can do that to a Pony. Even if you have forgotten the episode where Big Macintosh was bouncing on his merry way to reunite with Cherilee while under the influence of that awful love-poison.

If I had chosen the boots for the comfort, or the way they muzzled the sounds of my gait could be up for debate in the circuits where debates are common, and popular,; but I guess they do serve both purposes effortlessly, and with a satisfied pink mare wearing them.

I had followed the street from rarity’s home towards the outskirts of the village, only to turn right and left thrice, before I turned into the small path into the forest, but not anywhere close to Fluttershy’s cottage, or anywhere where I had predicted to see any other Ponies.

With Rarity hot on my hooves; I continued to bounce down the path, under the foliage of the dense trees, of this forest.

After several minutes, steadily following the path; I take to the right and the south in order to follow a small river up to a hill with a steep cliff on the northern edge with a fairly shallow pool in which, a Pony could swim safely.

Taking a few additional minutes of trekking along the riverside, we finally did reach the goal of my journey, and a nice beach with the most brilliant, soft white sand on which to sit.

“If this is where you are about to ask me to place our quilts, I am forced to commend your judgement!” she merely burst out, before she pulled out two of the large quilts and spread them out in the middle of the sand, a few feet from the clear blue water, sprung fresh from a spring on the hill side.