Inflated Egos

by Ponyess

Rating: mature
Tags: Science Fiction, Rarity, Equestria Girls, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Alternate Universe
Length: 2348

Pinkie Pie had come across a few items that had been packaged as SPA accessories, as if these gels had been common massage oils. It did not take her long to hatch the idea; and apparently, Rarity was the first to buy her offer.

Loving all things fun and exciting, Pinkie Pie had acquired a set of what on first sight had appeared to be SPA accessories, even if the massage oil had come by a different scent than common for such a product.

Loving friends and parties, it is natural to her to ask her friends to enjoy what she has; asking for payment is not quite so natural or common. All she asked in return, is a smile and a moment of laughter.

Loving the finer side of life, like a good cup of tea and a massage at the SPA; it had been natural for Rarity to trust her friend, when she offered her what she knew should be enjoyable.

Published 2015-12-23 04:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-12-23 04:00:02 UTC

An inflatable Pink rubber SPA: 1

Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

An inflatable Pink rubber SPA: 1

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Loving fun and parties with an intensity that could have burnt down a forest, but enjoying to please my friends and making them happy even more.

Knowing Rarity, she always loves to be the Belle of the ball; enjoying the finer, more refined parts of life, like the Lady she is fashioning herself.

Having found a few items I expected her to enjoy, if I presented them to her in just the right way. What I had got my hands on, is nothing short of stunning; making her feeling fabulous. With this put forth, I need but treating her to, what I had in mind.

Would it make due, if I made this into a private party, for just the two of us? In this case, having others by the side would only slip the focus off of what I had in mind for her in the first place. I couldn’t take that chance, not right now.

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Of course, some of what I am about to treat her to; will stay with her much longer than just the few hours of the day, when she is siting by my side. Maybe the relaxation and the joy will fade away, but other aspects will stay with her for much longer than she dare hope for. Of course; I will have her enjoying this again, soon enough.

She is one of my very bestest of friends, so this is extra important to me; and not just for being such a significant investment on my part, but I really need her to enjoy herself tonight.

I am so nervoucited, I have bubbles in my tummy. I guess I need a few more pastries, before she is over; and maybe even a mug of that special, delicious Cider of Applejack's? Oh, yeah; the Apples can brew delicious cider all right.

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I had lined up all the products in two lines, on a small desk; with a comfortable chair on the right. Naturally, I had covered the chair with a new rubber sheet, which should ascertain that no stains came to the chair; which I knew would address Rarity’s sensitivities. First impressions count, it makes or breaks the deal.

There is a knock on the door, which I hastily runs off to answer; knowing it is my bestest friend Rarity on the other side.

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“Hiya, Rarity. Welcome in, and enjoy a moment with me!” I exclaimed, stepping to the side and thus pulling her right into the room in the act.

“Greetings, Pinkie Pie. Thanks, I most certainly had intended to!” she responded with a court nod; as she stepped into the minimal hall and closed the door behind herself hastily, but quietly.

“May I tempt you with a cup of Early Grey tea? I had a feeling you should be here at this instant!” I offered.

“Certainly, thank you my dear Pinkie Pie; that does sound delightful!” she responded; following me into the small room, then comfortably sitting down in the chair I had prepared for her.

“Just a moment, Rarity; and I will be right with you!” I prompted, stepping into the kitchen and grabbed the kettle and got back; pouring up the hot water in her cup, thus preparing her brew as I knew she liked it.

Naturally, I made her company; pulling in another chair, and having a cup with her.

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“You said something about you having acquired a small SPA set, with the oils and a few other accessories?” she inquired; as best she sat comfortably leaning back, enjoying her tea and my company.

“Oh yeah, I do believe I did say that in a passing!” I responded, with a small smile on my lips.

“That does sound delightful; and you intended to share your fortune with me, as you expressed it?” she responded, with a wide grin.

“Of course, Rarity. Just lean back, and I will spoil you right away!” I prompted, making her back rest fall down to stop parallel to the floor.

“You always give too much of yourself, but I am most grateful for everything you offer me!” she responded.

“I know, but I love seeing you smile; there just is nothing to compare with!” I added.

“How can I not smile, my dear Pinkie Pie? You give me everything!” she responded.

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“If you close your eyes, Rarity; and I will give you something to smile even wider at!” I prompted; as I looked down at my friend, where she lies.

“Certainly!” she merely uttered, as she closed her eyes.

I pour up some of the gel in my right hand, before warming it up. From there, I slowly spread the gel out over her face; from the forehead and down the sides, over her cheeks and chin; then down over her nose and all the way down.

As I had covered her face and worked the gel; in with small, soft, circular motion; I move down her throat.

From there I move down over her shoulders and chest. Naturally, I make sure not to miss a single spot.

I enjoy working my way down her chest; up the right and left hooter, over her firm belly and up the mound. Teasing the folds of her orchid and all the way in, down the tunnel. Continuing up her flanks and over her arms, down her elbows and ankles. Starting with the back of the hand and out each of her fingers; starting from the thumb, before I continued with minute care of the palms of her hands.

Now I moved down to her hips and continued down her thighs, over her knees and down her calves; before I moved over her feet, following up with her toes and particular care paid in between each and every individual toe, before I finished with the sole of the feet and heels.

“Now; I do need you to turn over on your belly, for a moment!” I instructed her.

“Oh, but of course; my dear. Most certainly, thank you!” she responded; as she carefully tuned over, without falling of her narrow seat.

“How does it feel?” I inquired, as she had turned back to sit up in the chair I had originally offered her.

“Wonderful, my dear!” she responded with a wide grin.

“Just as I had expected. Now I know why Aloe and Lotus enjoy their work so much!” I exclaimed.

“Even if they are not into smiles, they know that they make us relax and enjoy ourselves in their care!” she responded.

“Yeah, but it does place a smile on your face; nonetheless, doesn’t it?” I teased her.

“It does, at least for me; but I am a Lady who enjoy the more refined tastes of life!” she prompted.

“I can enjoy these; with you, Rarity!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, you certainly can; my dear Pinkie Pie!” she responded, before she had a new sip of the tea I had prepared for her.

The clear, mate rubber gel had cured; just a moment after it made contact with her warm skin, which is very convenient. This way, there is no smearing or stains where she is sitting.

After a few cups of tea together, I had offered her a new treat; only this time the rubber is a pitch back, which I had chosen for the effect, more than anything else.

As she accepted the renewed offer, I had repeated the process and coated her entire body. She certainly enjoyed it just as much the second time around, as she had the first time.

“Your treat certainly is divine. Just that this gives me more the feel of a mud bath, and a mask to go with it!” she exclaimed, as she had opened her eyes.

“Thanks, Rarity. I think that was the idea of this particular gel, I just applied!” I had put forth.

“You think I could tempt you, by returning the favours?” she responded.

“Any day of the week, if for nothing more than that I know how much you enjoy it!” I pointed out.

“You know me only too well, my dear Pinkie Pie. Had it been anyone else, I may have been scared!” she prompted.

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“Since you enjoyed giving me these massages; maybe I could tease you, by applying a few small and insignificant accessories to your treat?” I inquired.

“I certainly will enjoy your treat; knowing just how much you enjoy it, and how much you care about me!” she responded.

“Then I will start with drawing the contour around your lips with the lip liner, before I paint your lips!” I explained; before I applied the thin line with a soft tipped pencil around her lips, from the right along the upper lip and back along the lower lip.

Once I had sealed the line, I carefully applied her deep purple lip stick in the same manner; ascertaining I would miss no spot; giving her the rich, thick layer all over her lips. Only once I had applied the thick coat of purple, I can see just how full and plump her lips are, while they had narrowed a fair portion.

Now I continued the process, by drawing a line around the cherries; only a full inch out from the cherry. Once the line is sealed; I apply the same purple onto the tip of the cherry, then continuing down and all the way out to the line, first the right cherry; and then the left one.

I move down and draw a line around the border of her orchid, before I paint the folds of her orchid; not missing a single spot. Naturally, the effect is similar to that her lips experienced; only the folds grow stiffly hard and exceedingly elastic, as well.

“If you turn around, lying on your belly for a moment?” I incited her.

“Oh? Okay!” she responded; just a bit insecure and uncertain as to what I had in mind, but followed my instructions nonetheless.

Once she had turned around, and lies comfortably on her belly; I paint a line around the rear orifice, merely half an inch out; before I apply the purple gel. The curious effect being that her orifice is contracting more, the more I apply; and the reflex to contract grows stronger; while it also made her less and less capable of rejecting penetration. I guess I forgot to mention that this effect is equal; on her lips and orchid, as well.

“If you turn back, so I can complete your treat; applying the accessories?” I instructed her; watching her as she eagerly complied, without knowing what the intent of the latest addition may have been.

“If you close your eyes, so that I can give you your eye shadow!” I prompted her.

First I draw a black line around her eyes, right and left, up and down; from the inside and out, then from the outside and in; only to repeat the process outside her eyelashes. Now I draw a turquoise line along her eye globes and the intended outer border of her eye shadows, both to the right and to the left. With the border sealed and secured; I apply the silver metallic over her eye globes, before I apply the turquoise over the entire shadow.

“You can open your eyes now!” I explained.

“Oh, thank you; my dear!” she explained, as she opened her eyes.

I uncapped what was to be the nail polish, and applied the purple lacquer onto the nails of her fingers; starting with the thumb of her right hand. From the center of the rim and all the way down to the tip; then right and left, right and left. Like this, I repeated the process on each and every one of her nails in turn; only to apply the matching, semi square inch long tips on top.

For a nice tease; I leave the nails of her toes, while I apply a semi clear turquoise gel on each of the tips of her fingers, from the final joint and out to the nail. I then applied this under her toes, to the front and the heel of her feet. While she was adoring the manicure google-eyed, I pressed a valve to her belly bottom.

“I hope the appearance is meeting with your approval!” I added.

“Oh, yes!” she nodded.

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I had repeated the process of the first manicure, but with a shiny rubber gel. She had been kind enough to extend me the same treats as I had just extended her.

“If you open the valve in your belly bottom?” I incited; while demonstrating what I was driving at, by demonstrating my idea for her.

“Like this?” she inquired, as she found the clear rubber valve and carefully uncapped it as she would have a beach ball.

“Exactly. Now, if you fill your lungs with air? Then I want you to place your lips tightly over mine and exhale!” I explained.

“Oh, that should be easy!” she responded; inhaling, before she pressed her lips on my open valve and exhaled; before capping the valve.

With that, I did the same for her.

“How does it feel?” I inquired eagerly, as I am looking into her eyes.

“Strange. I do enjoy the relaxing effect your massages induced. Yet, now my lips do feel different!” she expressed; pressing the tip of her right index finger to the middle of her lower lip, only to feel the instinctive contraction of her lips.

“Oh!” I exclaimed; as I licked the tip of the index finger of my right hand, clearly demonstrating the sensitivity.

I could see her struggling with parting her lips, while the tip of her finger was lingering on her lower lip, but in the end she had failed, and miserably so.

“Ah!” I exclaimed, helping her to push the finger in an inch.