My Swim Suit is A oh K

by Ponyess

Rating: mature
Tags: Pinkie Pie, DJ P0N-3, Alternate Universe, Other, Spa Ponies, Science Fiction, Rarity, Equestria Girls
Length: 9163

There is a new event at Canterlot High; but this time Rarity volunteered to supply with materials for the competition, while Pinkie Pie is hosting the event. A group of new girls are drafted for the stage. Wearing a suit is life changing.

There is a new event at Canterlot High. If they raise any funds; or just invite more hilarity and trouble than it is worth, but it is worth to follow.

With Pinkie Pie as the host, the competition is promising to be a blast. If Rarity is ponying up the suits; it should be something extra to participate, or it is what the new girls are expecting after they learned of her reputation.

Once the suits are ensured to fit the girls in the competition, things are about to take an abrupt turn. Yet, the audience is oblivious as to what is afoot, and the consequences about to be exacted.

Published 2015-12-11 05:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-02 02:18:35 UTC

Preparing is Magic: 1

Author's Note

Red Girl's POV

Preparing is Magic: 1

I am one of the girls who accepted to take part in the competition, where Pinkie Pie is said to be the host. I don’t know Pinkie Pie all that well; since I am new here; but I like to have a hint of Lime-Light from time to time.

From what I had been told, the mane event is a Beauty pageant; in which a set of girls are wearing a swim suit. I expect to be given a makeup, manicure and a few other treats along the way. Am I asking too much?

As I enter the stage for the rehearsal, I see a set of suits in various colours; from red to purple. From what I could see, the suits are shiny and feels very elastic and smooth to the touch. The fact that they had been molded out of rubber escaped me at this point, not that I had any idea of the rest of the preparations put into play.

As I picked up the metallic bloody red suit; I noticed a zipper that would go all the way along the spin, from the neck of the suit. The weird detail is a valve on the belly button, as if the suit had been a beach ball for a beach party. Yet, I couldn’t back down now, so I carry the suit with me.

The thickness is three millimeter, which may be a bit on the thick side; but it is sure to cover my entire body, without showing any private or intimate details; which made me feel considerably more secure in my choice to partake in the first place.

Once I had grabbed the coat-hanger in a firm grip with my right hand; I walked slowly towards the back corner, where I am supposed to change into the suit, or rubber coat; as it turned out.

“Hiya, Ms. Red; and welcome to your position in the pageant. I hope the limelight will be kind to you!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, as I slipped in behind the thin wall that hides me from the seats of the audience; even if there are no people in the audience right now.

She had been turning her back on the entrance through which I came, yet she had known it was even before she could possibly have heard my steps. As I entered; she had placed her right hand on her skirt, pulling a blue balloon off of her skirt and blowing it up in a single swift motion, as if rehearsed for months to years. Before turning around; she had had the time to tie the balloon and add a string, which she then left to float up towards the ceiling; giggling merrily.

Naturally the girl before me is Pinkie Pie; the bright pink skin and the darker, tightly curled hair is strictly unmistakable. I did not need a world class memory to recognize her from the poster image. She has the characteristic bright smile from ear to ea;, while her large blue eyes is fixing me, as she reads me as an open book; never to be forgotten.

She isn’t just the party committee; she is the party planning personified, the element of joy and spreading friendship to any and all before her.

“Thank you, Pinkie Pie. Yes, I did choose the red suit; I love the colour. Am I the first girl up?” I inquired.

“You are quite welcome, Ms. Red. That is exactly why you choose your suit, and yes; you are!” she merely pointed out with a hint of a giggle, as she spread a sunshine with her smile.

“Slip right in behind the wall and change into the suit, and I will help you with the zipper!” Pinkie Pie explained generously.

“Oh, okay; thank you, Pinkie Pie!” I responded, as I scurried in behind the protective cover of the wall.

The wall is quite opaque, even as thin as it is. There may even be a metal plate, in order to ensure the privacy of me as the girl on this side; as I change into the suit.

I have a sturdy chair, and a foot stool to rest on; while I also have a set of hangers available to me, for when I change into my chosen suit.

First I pull the top up and over my head, placing that on the first hanger and placing it on the wall. From there I step out of my skirt and place that on the second hanger. Of course, I had to take the panties off of me; I really don’t want to hide them under a swim suit, no matter what the material or fabric may be. If I need anything under, I will simply not wear the suit. Thankfully, I found the place under my skirt, even if I guess they had a special hanger for the panties as well.

I could have chosen to leave my shoes, and socks on; but opted against it. Leaving the shoes under the shirt, and stuffing them with the respective sock; left and right.

As I found myself entirely nude; I finally do afford my suit, and entry into the pageant a new glace as I pulled it off of the hanger on which it had been resting as I slipped out of my wears.

Of course I had noticed that it is a solid full body one piece suit, not a skimpy suit, or a bikini. Maybe this is one of the reasons behind the zipper in the first place.

The zipper did slide all the way down pretty easily as I pull it down; not too easy, just enough for it to feel comfortable and reliable not to slide down while I wear it in the pageant. If it had slipped down and caused my suit to fall to the floor; I would literally have died of embarrassment.

“Okay, Pinkie Pie; you can come in and help me with the suit now!” I exclaimed quietly, as to not announce the situation to anyone, other than her.

The door slide open, and she enters the room, looking curiously at me with her regular exuberant excitement. There is no trace of her even reacting on me, as I turn my back on her while I wear the suit.

“Okeley, dokeley!” she merely prompted, before she reaches down to the zipper at the lower edge of my spike at the small of my back.

In surprise, I realize that she never once had touched my body, or the suit; just as she never made a comment, stared or by any other means reacted upon me in the first place. She merely helped me out with a situation, where I am in what one may call a tight spot.

“All done!” she announced, as I feel the zipper just under the hairline, behind my head.

“Thanks again, Pinkie Pie!” I exclaimed.

“Right this way, please, Ms. Red. If you follow me, Rarity will help you with the makeup and manicure, before the rehearsal!” she announced, and I followed her to where she was going.

I know she is a girl, but not an ageless wise prophet, devoid of all feelings. I had seen the proof of it, in the facial expression she made, and heard her giggle.

“Thank you, Pinkie Pie; I am looking forwards to the treat she had prepared for me!” I responded.

“You are quite welcome, Ms. Red. Besides, I know she loves helping you out in her capacity, preparing you for the pageant!” she continued.

“I will have to thank her as well, after she finished the treat!” I added.

“We are here, Ms. Red!” she pointed out, as she stopped before the door behind the stage and gave it a series of enthusiastic knocks.

A Masseuse Lotus, Preparation: 3

Just as I had finished the work on the previous girl, and her suit; I hear a distinct knock on my door. By the exuberant sound, this had to be Pinkie Pie, as if I had not known that already.

“Enter, please; Ms. Pie!” I exclaimed.

The door quietly slide up, and a new girl in a green suit appears by her side. I had noticed that her nails are a vibrant, metallic spring leafy green; which is exactly that of the suit, while her lips are metallic bloody red, just like the previous girls had been.

Just like the previous girl, the suit she is wearing is a bit loose in the fit. This was a part of what I was supposed to deal with, in the first place.

“Welcome, Ms. Green!” I pronounced, just as Pinkie Pie slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her, and bounced down the hall; in order to meet up with the next girl in line.

“Hiya, Ms. Lotus; and thank you!” she responded, courtly.

“If you take your place on the bed, I can get you and your suit prepared for; what we both know you are looking forwards to?” I suggested.

“Okay!” Ms. Green responded, as she walked to the bed and quietly lay down, comfortably on the soft, yet firm silicon sheet.

“You are comfortable, I hope, Ms. Green?” I inquired, more in polite professional courtesy than anything else.

“Yes, thanks for asking, Ms. Lotus. Even if I guess the suit is a bit too loose, which is what I was told you would adjust for me, right?” she responded.

“That is what I was told to help you girls with!” I prompted, with a hint of a giggle.

“From the description of the event, I want the suit to be complimentary tight; just not to the point of being painfully or restrictively tight!” she explained, with a nervous giggle.

“That is why Ms. Pie chose these suits, and asked me to help her to adjust the suits individually on the spot; even if my sister Aloe is helping another girl with the same issue right now. I guess she wanted it to be a treat to adjust the suit after the effect, rather than having them to measure; while you still could go wrong!” I prompted.

“Is that why she asked you, making the adjustment into a massage?” she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

“Exactly; but I wouldn’t question her, or her motives too closely!” I conceded; as I produced a bottle of gel, intended to contract the suit to the exact form of her body.

The bottle is marked latex soap; as compared to the leather soap you may use, when cleaning and treating leather after use.

“This will make the suit slippery and shiny, while the intended effect will come slowly. You will have to allow for the suit to be soaked, before the effect is actually noticeable!” I explained, as I uncapped the green bottle.

“I guess it is acceptable, if it is shiny at the event; that should just highlight my body in a more favourable light!” she responded agreeably, giggling at the image I had induced into her mind.

“She implied that effect had been on her mind; when she consulted Ms. Rarity about the choice of materials and designs, as the suits were designed and produced!” I continued; pouring gel in my cupped right hand, before I started applying the gel to the suit at the top of her neckline.

Slowly, and meticulously careful, I applied and coated her suit with the clear gel. Little by little; the rubber revealed itself as it picked up sheen and grew slippery under my hands and absorbed the gel until it had been fully absorbed, while no gel was actually soaking through the material.

“I think I feel it growing slightly tighter, already!” she exclaimed, in excited surprise.

“There is supposed to be a hint of the effect fairly early on; in order to indicate that I am doing this right, and that I had picked the gel for the right suit!” I responded, as I continued out over her shoulders.

At least, this is how it had been explained to me; I don’t know the particulars or the details. I just know how to apply a comfortable and relaxing massage, among other treats I perform at my job.

From the shoulders, I continued along the flanks, down to her hips and doubled back and forth as I moved further and further inwards.

Applying extra care as I was on the top of her chest; working my way around and up her breasts, all the way up to the cherries. Feeling my way forwards as I see the sheen increasing as I moved on-wards.

As I was back at her hips; I continued and covered her mound carefully, carefully feeling the firm flesh under the elastic rubber. The first part of this process was finished as I had reached and covered her orchid. By then, I had covered the entire front of the suit.

“If you turn around, laying on your belly, please?” I instructed her.

“Okay, of course; Ms. Lotus!” she responded, as she turned around.

“Perfect, Ms. Green!” I pronounced, as I started to caress her neck with more gel.

As she had made herself comfortable, I pour up more gel in the palm of my right hand; before I continue at the neckline of the suit. From there I continue down her spine, doubling back just outside the rubber I had just coated with gel. Only stopping in order to pour more gel in my hand and starting from where I left of.

Naturally, I had continued all the way down her spine; down in the valley to where I left off before she turned over. At this point, I had worked the gel over the line, coating the rubber over her plump rear. As I left the rear; I continued up along the spine.

As I reach her shoulders; I caressed them and coated them with more gel, working all the way out to the edge of the minimal sleeves to the right and left. From there I double back over her back.

After a few more turns, I had managed to coat her entire back; thus completing the process. As I look, I notice how the suit is growing more shiny.

“If you turn around and sit up, you can observe the process of the suit tightening up. I hope this is exactly as tight as you would prefer it!” I informed her.

“Okay, thank you, Ms. Lotus!” she exclaimed; as she turned around, then sat up comfortably.

As she sat up, she could clearly see the suit slowly contracting around her body; ending up looking almost as if it had been painted directly onto her body. While the effect lasted, I could see her growing excited by the effect, which clearly shows on the suit as she is wearing it; as her cherries expanded, while the mound merely remains a smooth bulge between her legs.

“Now, that is impressive!” she gasped in response, looking down at her body.

At this point, the suit had developed a healthy rubbery sheen to it; while being smooth as if polished up carefully, which may explain part of the sheen as well.

“Maybe just a little bit tighter, if that isn’t too much to ask?” she inquired, as the process had ebbed out.

“Certainly, if you would just lie down; while I work?” I confirmed, enthusiastically.

“Oh, I had expected as much!” she responded, as she followed my instructions.

“Pinkie Pie had been absolutely correct in her prediction; she had asked for the refill, even before I had suggested it!” I thought; as I covered the front of the suit, all over again.

The effect would be a slightly tighter suit, but not just in the suit contracting further; it is as much in bonding the body to the suit and filling out out, while the suit is actually entering her lower orifices.

Before she had asked for it, I had chosen the gel for a B Cup bust, which I had carefully applied to the top of her chest. I had chosen an E Cup for her mound, and the G Cup for the orchid respectively, then slowly and carefully applied and worked the respective gels in on the intended parts of her.

Before I said another word, I chose K Cup for her cherries and worked the small portion of gel in, covering only the cherries, and the inch of space surrounding her cherries.

“If you would turn around; so that I can complete the process of improving your suit as you required out of me, please; Ms. Green!” I instructed her.

She turned over, giggling; without uttering a single word. Yet, she is about to notice and realize more of what she had been asking for, soon enough. I just hope she will enjoy the effect of what I was just giving her.

Once she had made herself comfortable, I continued, by pouring gel in my hand; before I started the second part of the treat, repeating the process.

With the second tube emptied, I applied gel from three inches inside, to an inch outside her rear orifice. Just a moment after I withdrew my fingers, I can clearly see the effect of the gel as she is tightening up progressively; which I imagine she should feel the effect of soon enough.

The rest of the gel I applied to the outer foalds of her orchid and into the thunnel, as far as the gel would last. The effect would take hold, once the rubber is saturated and as the gel is curing. I imagine the sensation and experience is quite curious; but it should be very exciting and pleasurable, for as long as it lasted. While the effects would stay with her for as long as she is wearing the suit at the very least, but the overt experience will soon subside, and she will forget it in a few minutes.

As I observe her from behind, I can see how the rubber around her spine and the zipper is thickening. The effect is that I can see and feel as if there is an eel under the rubber where the zipper is. Yet, the zipper is no longer vissibe.

“If you would turn around and sit up, please!” I instructed her, courteously.

“That feels gloriously!” she prompted; as she is once again sitting up, looking back at me.

“I had been expecting as much, this is what I am good at!” I explained.

“Ms. Pie wouldn’t be mad at me; just for asking for the refill, or just one more?” Ms. Green inquired cautiously, and with a slight hint of a worry on her voice.

“Next to Ms. Rarity, she is the last girl to be mad at either of us. So long as you enjoy it, and smile; all is well with the world in her eyes!” I explained.

“Then I don’t need to worry about her blowing her temper over me? If it is all the same for you, dare I ask for a new massage?” she inquired, with just a hint more of bravery on the tone of her voice.

Then she is looking down and lifts her hands to her chest. I could see her grouping her breasts for a moment, before she let go with a strangely pleased smile spreading out over her face.

“I take it; you like what you feel, Ms. Green?” I inquired seductively; in hopes to elicit the predicted response from her as she continued exploring the obvious spots up front, before me.

“These feels great. Now I just have to ask; would I have to return the suit, after the event Ms. Pie is hosting?” she inquired; much more worried, all of a sudden.

“As much effort as I am putting into each and every one of your suits, as part of the preparation; I fear none of the suits could be reused, by any girl other than the one it had been prepared for. This is why you have to wear it while I am doing it. Even if I love seeing you enjoy yourself while I prepare you for the event, just as I know Ms. Pie is rubbing her hands in glee over the expected joy, or just to see you smile!” I explained firmly, and to the point in no uncertain terms as softly as the message was good for.

“When you put it that way; I can’t refuse a free treat, when it feels this good. Now, how could I?” she responded.

“As you please. I just so happened to have the third tube of the gel with your name on it!” I teased her, with a generous giggle.

“If the tube indeed has my name on it; let me have it, Please, Ms. Lotus!” she pleaded.

“You need but lie back, and relax; while I do the job!” I insured her.

“That is easy; thank you very much, Ms. Lotus!” she responded, giggling as she leans back and lie down on the sheet.

“I do love my line of work, Ms. Green; everyone does as I say, when I do tell them something. Seeing the people entering my shop smiling happily as they leave, no matter how stressed out they may have been as they enter does make a special treat to me, though!” I conceded; as I produced the third gel, which I slowly uncapped as I had her attention.

With the girl firmly on her back, relaxing; I soon repeated the process the third and final time. Naturally; the effect is growing progressively deeper and more profound on the girl, with each and every progressive treatment; as I am applying the gel all over her body.

She may not know of the rubber this suit is made out of, or exactly why Ms. Pie had chosen it in the first place; but one reason is what she is about to find out soon enough, once the gel had saturated the thick rubber and cured. Rubber is not just derived out of latex, it is a highly flexible and elastic material. I had found it very delightful to work with, and I hope this girl will enjoy the effects; as she is learning about them, when they make themselves known to her. Of course, some of these effects will be very useful to her in the play, in which she is about to take part; while others are more enjoyable and excitable on her, in a more intimately private setting. If she is alone, or with that special partner; but that part is up to her, nothing that concerns me in any event. Not unless I am the partner of hers; that is.

As I had applied the gel on her belly, she turned around all by herself; before I had even told her. Now I coated her back, emptying the third gel. If prompted, she would realize the effect upon herself now, before it had actually taken its full effect. Yet, the full effect of the new-found flexibility will be quite undismissable and irrefutable; once the now glistering suit had been fully cured.

“That, was glorious. Awesome, Ms. Lotus. You have truly earned your name!” she exclaimed, as I finally did let go off her.

There is a new exuberant knock on the door, right on cue. She stopped, right in her track.

“Enter, Ms. Pie!” I prompted, and the door slide to the side; only to reveal a deep pink Ms. Pie.

“You rang!” she exclaimed; in a strange gesture, as she imitated the deep voice of a known actor from a hilarious film she had seen the other day.

“I have your next girl with me, Ms. Lotus. Oh, and Ms. Green, right this way; and I’ll take you to the next stop, on your preparations!” she then explained.

“Of course, Ms. Pie!” she eagerly exclaimed, as she followed my friend out the door.

Pinkie Pie quietly closed the door after herself, as she left the next girl in my care.

Author's Note

Massseuse Ms. Lotus's POV

An Episode On the Floor: 4

Author's Note

Ms. Purple's POV

An Episode On the Floor: 4

I had just followed Pinkie Pie to the stage, from the SPA; where Aloe had been giving me a massage, which I have to confess, was quite the delightful treat.

Apparently, she pushed the door open and abruptly marched into the large room. The small stage is on the far wall in the other end of a very large room; the Auditorium, was it.

“Hiya, Ms. Scratch, and Ms. Octavia!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed; as she approached the small stage, on which I am supposed to have my first practice in but a few minutes.

“Hiya, Ms. Pie and Ms. Purple!” Vinyl Scratch responded.

“Greetings, and welcome to the stage; Ms. Purple!” Octavia added.

“Hiya, Ms. Scratch and Ms. Octavia!” I echoed Ms. Pie.

“I’ll see you galls with the next girl, when you have showed Ms. Purple the ropes!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed; as she excused herself and promptly left the room, closing the door behind herself.

I noticed that the girls on the stage merely nodded, as Ms. Pie excused herself and left the room I assume they are both close friends of hers, even despite their obvious, outwards and personal differences.

Ms. Scratch was looking like a rather outgoing and loud personality; where she stood behind the board, keeping a close eye on the music, while she monitored the lights on the stage.

There is a Cello on a stand; on the right short wall, behind the stage. Ms. Octavia is walking towards me; approaching me with a pair of slippers, that seems to be intended to match my suit. From what I could see; the slippers are a shiny, purple rubber, and a size that looks fairly close to mine.

“Have a seat, please; Ms. Purple!” she expressed, pointing at a share on the left side of the scene.

“Oh, okay. Thank you, Ms. Octavia!” I responded; as I walked over to the seat she had just been indicating, and sat down comfortably.

“Now, if you would slip these on, please; and we can get to the fun part!” she continued; as she handed the slippers over and pointed to a spot, over the tip of the slippers.

“Thank you, Ms. Octavia. I assume you will help me with the slippers, if and whenever I may need any help with them?” I responded; as I accepted the intended garments, before promptly slipping them over my toes and pulled them back over my heels.

“Good, Ms. Purple. How do they feel on? I will gladly help you with these, if you need help!” she responded.

“Just a tad loose, thank you for asking; but I have the impression you are about to help me fixing the problem, for me?” I responded.

As expected; based on previous experience; the slippers are made out of rubber, and just like the suit I wear, they are still too loose to be comfortable, or practical to perform in. If my previous experience is anything to go by; she is about to help me, making them tight and comfortable to wear.

“Oh, but of course they are too loose for practice. Place your thumbs on the tip, and press gently; should make them tight and comfortable within two or three seconds!” she explained, generously.

“Thanks, that sounds simple!” I responded, placing my thumbs where she had just indicated and pressed down; as I did, I feel the slippers tighten up, until they are skintight, but without actually make me feel any pressure.

As I pressed down, I feel the slippers tighten up to the point where my sensation shifts from feeling the skin of my feet within the shoes; to feeling the surface of the slippers, as if it had been my very own skin. I had pressed down, until the smooth surface of the sole of the slippers had turned into the sole of a pair of shoes; coarse, with the exemplary grip fit for a stage performer.

“If you walk around the stage; you should get a good feel for your slippers, in which you will be performing in!” she prompted.

“Sounds reasonable, these slippers are quite comfortable, thank you; Ms. Octavia!” I responded; before I rose to my feet and started to walk slowly, around the stage.

“Comfortable, comfortable indeed!” I mumbled under my breath; as I turned a tight corner, just for the feel of it.

“Note that your slippers only react on the touch of your thumbs; and nothing but the touch of your thumbs. Only when you press down both your thumbs simultaneously, does it affect the slippers!” Octavia clarified.

“Are you saying that they only react to my contact? Yet, the way you put this; there is something more you are about to explain, once I have gotten used to my slippers!” I put forth.

“But of course there is; which I will walk you through, after you have gotten through the walking pace comfortably. How about doing a few small hops and jumps, just to get the true feel of your slippers?” she prompted.

“Oh, okay; that does sound reasonable, to me!” I responded, with a slight hint of a giggle at the end.

At the next turn; I hastened my steps and made a few hops and jumps, just as she had instructed me, first tentatively, but more and more secure with each and every attempt; until I was feeling secure in what I was doing.

“There, there; I can see that you are growing secure in the saddle. The slippers are growing on you, are they not?” she eagerly put forth, as she followed my progress along the floor.

For a moment, I giggled insecurely at the expression; yet I managed to keep it in check and stay in control of what I was doing; even through the next turn, as I continued with the hops and jumps she had told me to perform.

“Why, it is starting to feel; almost as if I am barefoot, which is strange; considering the footwear I have on?” I then responded, while I continued the routine as she was directing me, and the jumps were growing steadily higher.

“Naturally! That is exactly the way it was intended to be, in the first place!” she conceded; with a firm, yet gentle nod of her head.

“Just a few more, now. Then I will give you the next step of your instructions, you certainly are progressing right on schedule!” she added, as she saw me along the front of the stage; intently following me with her eyes.

“Oh!” I merely exclaimed, as I happened to be at the top of the arch of the latest hop.

I had noted that she is standing in the middle of the scene; from where she could easily follow me and my progress, even at the risk of getting dizzy from turning around, as she followed my moves and hopping.

“You can stop jumping and walk up to me, for a moment!” she added, still looking at me intently.

I stopped, and turned into the centre of the stage; as I walked up to her, eagerly awaiting the next instruction and information she had deemed right to slip me, at this point of my practice.

“Yes?” I responded; bowing my head before her, as I patiently awaited the instructions.

”Now. If you would kindly bed over, and reach down for the tip of your slippers!” she instructed me.

“Okay!” I responded, as I bent forwards; reaching the spot I knew she was indicating.

“Press down firmly, for but an instant and let go!” she concluded, nodding at me.

“Naturally!” I responded, following her instruction to the letter; before I rose to my full height, once more.

Ms. Octavia looks approvingly at me, as she saw me performing; what she had just instructed me to do.

The next moment, I noticed a shift in the slippers I am wearing; as the sole slowly decreased under my feet, while I was growing increasingly rounder underfoot, as the tip of my toes started to develop the black sole.

I take the hint somewhere halfway through the change, and tentatively goes up to stand on the tip of my toes. Then I realize what she had told me to do, as the slippers slowly was bending in support of my new pose. Once this process had completed; it would have been impossible for me to stand, like I was used to; I am bound to tiptoe around across the floor.

Once the process had concluded, I could see how the slippers now had my feet pronounced rounded of the soles of my feet; while the flat sole now is the tip of my toes. The grip had moved from the sole of my feet, to the tip of my toes as well.

“This is the secret, of the slippers you handed me, for the pageant?” I tentatively inquired of her, in hopes she would confirm my suspicions.

“That would essentially be correct. I take it, you are ready to continue your training; towards what we are here!” she prompted.

“Oh yes, now I am ready to continue!” I confirmed, standing at attention.

“Just one small detail, before I will see you on the floor!” she cautioned; bending over in order to examine the effect the slippers had on my feet, only to stand tall before me once again.

I followed her example and bent over, in order to confirm what she had just approved. What I felt under the tips of my fingers are exactly the feet I had been walking around on before, only now they are covered in the thick and slippery rubber the slippers had been crafted out of; aside from the sole that now is under the tip of my toes. Then I can’t really feel a slight hint of my toes, but the smooth rubber; while the sole of my feet are highly pronounced rounded.

“Oh!” I gasped, in response to the effect I had just confirmed.

“Exactly!” she pronounced.

“What you were looking for, isn’t just that the slippers had acquired the intended form; but that my felt will look just as good as my body already does?” I breathed.

“Dressing you up, doesn’t make you into a natural actress; but you are showing me, what I am looking for in a participant of this pageant!” Ms. Octavia put forth.

“Then, I am ready for the next step?” I concluded.

“You are, indeed; now I need to see you back on the floor!” she conceded; nodding in the direction, she had expected me to go.

Even after the examination, and several minutes of merely standing here; I am still not quite used to what she had just made me do, and what I knew she expected out of me. What if I fell, and what if I failed?

In the end, there was but the one thing to do; I tiptoed out on the floor in the direction I interpreted her nod to indicate. Step by step; I am starting to feel more and more confident in myself, and that I will manage to perform for her as she was instructing me to. To my surprise, I was nowhere as wobbly on my feet as I had expected; I had actually been close to perfect, from the first step.

Tentatively, I make a soft turn as I approach the first wall. If I am too cautious in the beginning, but I do prefer to be safe over being sorry.

Once I am along the long wall, I start to pick up some pace; before I make a tight turn as I reach the next corner. I may still feel a bit odd about being on my toes, tiptoeing along the short wall; but I can’t claim that I am experiencing any trouble with my balance or the stance as such. Only now I have to bend my knees a bit; in order to compensate, for the otherwise lost flexibility.

“Since you have managed to pace along the walls, try a few hops and jumps for me; so that I can see, just how well you are adapting and adjusting to your slippers!” she incited.

“As you wish, Ms. Octavia!” I nodded; attempting a few small hops and jumps, as I turned out on the long side along the wall.

“I can clearly see that neither the stance as such, nor the hops and jumps are any challenge on you at this point. Jumping higher, or pacing faster would serve no purpose; I want to see you performing a measured gait!” she declared; as she nodded to an unseen position, beyond and under the stage.

The next moment; I hear a beat coming from speakers to the right and left, front and back of the stage. What she was telling me; is that she wants to see me following the beat, as if I had been dancing. I may not be the girl to pick the first dance of the day; but I have been to a few occasions, just as I have been on concerts as well. Following a beat is easy, if not quite second nature to me. I am doing the hops and jumps, when the beat told me to; even if I may have been imagining it. Yet, every time I look in her direction; I see what I think is an approving smile on her lips.

“How am I doing? Not too bad, I take it!” I thought, as I continued to follow the music of her choice.

I stop, when the music stops, and start, when her music starts. The beat had been steady, but a good support to what I was imagining had taken on more and more of the nature of a dance; as opposed to just prancing along the wall in a room.

“How about an actual challenge; I want to see you prance, stretching out your legs high when you jump!” she pronounced, nodding towards the mare out of sight.

“I think I feel secure enough, to accept your new challenge!” I offered, with a weak smile over my lips.

Should I have been surprised, or feel as if I was imagining it; but I feel the music shift as she prompted it and I was accepting her challenge. The overall beat stays the same, that part never changed; it is a beat, and nothing more. Yet, it is the nature of the music itself that was changing, I feel how additional beats had slipped into the stream of what could have been a song to me. From the small hops and jumps, I now make high prances with grace mixed in with the long hops.

I don’t miss a single beat, just as I don’t slack in a single prance or hop. Maybe I am imagining it, or she had chosen the beat after my stride; because all my hops and prances are just right, never coming too close to any of the walls or the turns.

Tentatively, I stretch out my arms in gestures that happened to feel right to the beat; now making the dance and prances into what I imagine is more of ballet, then mere prances on the open floor. Adding the arm movements, is adding challenge to the moves; but I don’t feel as if I am straining close to what I can be comfortable with.

“You seems to have this down to an art!” she put forth; as she reasoned, she had seen enough.

“You think; thank you, Ms. Octavia!” I responded.

I had signed up to the event, expecting it to be fun; but I had never expected quite as much joy as I had finally stumbled upon. I certainly had found something I knew I could enjoy doing. Maybe the title; Ms. Purple had not been quite as ill deserved as one may have expected, after all.

“A few more hops and jumps, then a few laps around the scene!” she pronounced.

I merely nodded, smiling; following the instruction, such as given to me. There had been too much fun to deny it. If she told me, I could slow down, it was what I was to do; thus I did as she told me.

“Stop on the middle of the back wall, then press the tip of your slippers!” she instructed me.

I continued to the point, where she had instructed me; before I pressed the tip of my slippers, just as instructed. The next moment; my slippers started to revert to the original, and I stand on the heels of my feet; once more.

“Three more laps; before you enter the center of the stage, bowing as deep as you can!” she instructed me.

I completed the circuits and entered the center of the stage; before bowing, as she had instructed me.

“Now, if you could pull your right and left leg up as far as you can, thrice?” she added, and I did as she told me.

“Again, but to the right and left!” she continued; and I eagerly followed her instruction, marveling at just how far up my feet reached, before I was forced to pull them down, once more.

“Again; but backwards, this time!” she followed up on the previous instruction, which I followed to the letter.

“Splits; back and forth, forth and back, thrice!” she instructed me, and I complied.

“Again; but right and left, thrice!” she added, and I continued as instructed.

“On the floor!” she followed up, and I threw myself onto the floor; finding myself on my belly in an instant.

“Slowly; bend your back as far as you can, then stay there!” she instructed me

”Sorry, but I can’t bend further!” I responded.

“Of course not, the floor is in your way. Sorry, I can do nothing about that!” she responded, but with a smile.

“Oh, okay!” I responded, smiling up at the ceiling.

“If you lift your hands up towards the wall behind you, and spread your legs as wide as you can!” she prompted, only to see me performing her latest order.

“If you lift your knees up to your shoulders?” she hastily added, as the final challenge.

“Uh? Oh, that is easy!” I responded, as I found myself in the pose she had indicated.

"Now, if you just untangle yourself and rise to your feet!” she pointed out; looking at me, as I rose to my feet after I had straightened myself out.

There is a knock on the door, just as I turned my eyes forwards.

“Enter!” Ms. Octavia exclaimed, only to see the door open and Ms. Pie entering the room from the other end.

An Episode with Rarity: 2

Author's Note

Rarity's POV

An Episode with Rarity: 2

”Enter, Ms. Pie!” I exclaimed, as I hear Pinkie Pie behind the door, to my temporary makeup studio.

The door goes up, and in spills a tornado of pink exuberance, of unpresidented proportions; with her, she is ushering the shy little girl, known as Ms. Blue, currently wearing nothing but the blue suit that is covering her entire body.

“Welcome, Ms. Blue!” I address the newly arrived girl into my room.

“Hiya; Ms. Rarity!” she responded, right on cue.

At this point, Pinkie Pie vanishes without a sound and no trace to her ever being here; while I know she is to be back with a new girl as soon as she had been prepared for me.

“You are ready for your treat?” I inquire; more for form’s sake, in order to have her looking forwards to what I had been preparing for her.

“Yes, Ms. Rarity. I am excited and look forwards to the promised treat!” I responded.

“Good. Place your hands on the desk, palms down, please; with your fingers spread wide!” I instructed her politely.

“Like this?” she eagerly inquired, as she placed her hands as she had been instructed; as best she could.

“Perfect, Ms. Blue; that is exactly what I mean!” I put forth, as I produced the vial of clear lacquer for the base coat.

“I may not be the expert in manicure, but that is your part. If you start with a base coat, you intend for this to last longer than just the event?” she inquired in giddy curiousness.

“Yes; thank you, Ms. Blue, that is my part. I need this to go off without a single hitch or snag, so I don’t take chances, when it comes to details!” I courtly responded, as I uncapped the vial, before I applied the clear coat from the center, base of the thumb nail; down to the tip of her finger short and fairly even and smooth thumb nail.

Then I continued; left and right, left and right, completing the nail, before I continued, nail by nail, repeating the process with the left hand. I take a moment, recapping the vial, before producing the next vial of blue coloured lacquer, and carefully uncapping it.

I had chosen a metallic electric blue to match the suit she had chosen to wear; it is the natural choice for Ms. Blue; which is whom I have before me, in the first place. Once I am certain the time for her nails to cure had transpired, I start over, repeating the process, lending her nails the look of baby blue Emeralds.

“Beautiful, just beautiful. It is stunning and breathtaking, if I can say so?” she proclaimed, as she sees the effect I am imparting her nails as I continue the process of her manicure.

“Thank you, my dear. That is perfectly you; Ms. Blue!” I responded, proudly.

As I had recapped the second vial of lacquer, I produced the clear top coat lacquer. This is a much thicker lacquer; that is giving a high gloss, glistering wet look affect, while also protecting the colour from wear and tear, just like the base coat is protecting the nail from the colour of the lacquer and providing a foundation on which to bind to the nail firmly. On that note, this also has a second purpose, in order to give her nails the final appearance desired for the specific event.

Once the coloured lacquer had cured, I applied the top coat, nail by nail, before I recapped the vial. Since the process is complete and finalized, I slip the vials out of sight, where I had them hidden under my desk. The blue is behind the Cyan and the Purple, just where it belongs in the rainbow palette. I value the order.

“If you lean forwards, and give me a regular smile, please; and I will perform your makeup!” I offered.

The girl lifts her right hand up, looking critically at her nails; smiling approvingly at the result with obvious joy. Then she placed her hands on the desk; before sliding them forwards and resting her elbows comfortably on the top of the desk before herself, presenting her face at a comfortable distance before me.

“Like this?” she inquired; the smile on her face widening and growing deeper, as I nodded ascent.

“Actually, Ms. Blue; that is perfect!” I responded, as I produced the clear gel foundation to start of on.

Now I pulled out the brush and started to apply the foundation onto her face. Starting from the centre, which incidentally is the tip of her nose. From there, I continue down the sides of her nose; right and left, upwards until I am between her large, deep blue eyes. Now I continue with her cheeks; right and left, right and left.

Encircling her eyes, and following up by drawing out from the eyes. From there; I continued by applying the gel from the hairline, and down into her face. Applying the gel outwards; on the cheeks, and out to the edge of her face from the top, and all the way down as I finished by covering her chin.

I start to draw the black eyeliner around her eyes, right and left; starting at the inner corner and drawing the sharp, yet soft pencil outwards to the outer corner; top and bottom. Picking the brush; applying the thick, glistering and black mascara to her eyelashes up and down. Curling up the lashes and slowly, carefully pulling out. Starting from the inner corner and slowly working my way out in three moves.

“If you close your eyes, before I can apply your eyeshadow please; Ms. Blue!” I instructed the girl.

I pick up a silver metallic rubber eye shadow, applying it from the inside and out, up and down, right and left.

“You can open your eyes now, Ms. Blue!” I informed her; as the shadow had cured, producing a mirror for her to see the result.

“Oh, oh. Beautiful!” she exclaimed; as she saw the result, as far as I had come.

“Red, or blue?” I inquired, giving her a choice.

“Lips are red. It is the natural order of things, why go up against it?” she responded, with a hint of shock; as to the fact that I had even asked her.

“Yes, they are, Ms. Blue. Yet, you are blue, so it felt like the right thing to ask before assuming. This is the lady-like way to perform, and I am the Lady!” I explained, picking up the clear lip balm, applying it to her lips as she smiles generously with slightly parted lips.

I had started with the upper lip; from the right to the left, slowly covering the upper lip, before continuing forwards with her lower lip.

Once the balm had been applied; I continue by applying the red as she had asked me to, only to apply the clear lip gloss on top and finishing the process, by sealing the result firmly and irrevocably in place.

She would assume it would wear off within a day or two, or that I was to wash it off after the event.

“I would like for you to apply this cream to your hands now, please!” I instructed her, in a gentle lady-like tone.

“Thank you, Ms. Rarity. Then, so I shall do; I want to look my best for the part!” she responded on cue; following her command, knowing her Lady gave her the best preparation for the part she was about to take.

I uncapped the tube of clear gel, and gave her the one squirt in her right hand; whereupon she started to carefully spread it out over her hands, as she eagerly rubbed them together. Seeing her spreading the glistering gel out over her entire hands, slowly working it in. Little by little, the gel was absorbed by the skin of her hands and cured as she continued. I eagerly encouraged her to keep it up, even after the process had been completed; just to see her enjoying the effect of the gel.

Naturally, I had recapped the first tube of gel as she was applying it onto the skin of her hands. Once the tube had been closed and put back into place; I produced the next tube and uncapped it before her eyes, as she curiously was looking; expecting the joy of the next step of the treat I am preparing for her.

“If you would please apply this to the palms of your hands, Ms. Blue!” I instructed her.

“Of course!” she merely responded; accepting the gel as I squirted it right out of the tube and onto the palm of her right hand, dead centre.

“Now, Ms. Blue; if you would kindly rub in the gel on the palms of your hands, before pressing your hands down onto the tabletop, firmly for but an instant, please!” I added.

“I shall!” she prompted eagerly; before she rubbed in the gel onto the palms of her hands, and promptly pressed them onto the top of the smooth surface of the table, and pulled them away before the effect took hold.

Pressing her hands down on the table caused the palms of her hands to flatten, while the gel turned a silicon white, thus creating a suction cup.

“If you present your hands to me, palms up, please? Then I can conclude my part of your preparations, Ms. Blue!” I explained.

“Oh, most certainly, Ms. Rarity!” she exclaimed, in excitement and breathless anticipation; as she placed her hands in my care.

I had produced the small bottle of a clear, bright cerise gel, uncapping it as she had been following my latest instruction. With her hands before me, I applied the intended gel to the tip of the thumb; from the last joint of the finger and all the way down to the blue nail. Obviously, I made absolute certain to coat the entire tip of the finger, before I repeated this process, finger by finger of her right and left hands respectively. Only to repeat the process once and twice over, building up the effects as the gel was absorbed and saturated the white skin of the tips of her fingers.

Once completed, and the gel cured; I had granted her what is to pass for the pads on the paws of any cat you may have as a pet. I recapped the little bottle and placed it, where I had found it.

Just as I had finished, I hear a knock on the door. From the nature of the knocks, there is but the one person it could possibly have been.

“Enter, please!” I merely exclaim.

“I take it, you are ready for the next step of your preparations, Ms. Blue!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed; as the door erupted into the room, quietly.

“Am I ready, Ms. Rarity?” she inquired, hopefully.

“Yes, Ms. Blue. Please follow your pink escort, as she takes you to Ms. Lotus, I believe!” I confirmed.

“Right this way, please. I will take you to Ms. Lotus right away, she is eagerly awaiting you, Ms. Blue!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, excitedly with a giggle to her voice.

Ms. Blue closed the door quietly, as she followed Pinkie Pie out of my room. I knew she was going to enjoy where she was going. Lotus knows what she is doing, and she certainly is a qualified and excellent masseuse.

Pinkie Pie was sure to bring back the next girl, on the line to me in a few minutes. Leaving me with just enough time; to prepare and enjoy a cup of tea, while I wait.