Fun in the Sun: Square the Pinkamena's Joy

by Ponyess

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Science Fiction, Rarity, Random, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1195

Twilight Sparkle and Rarity had given Pinkie Pie a pair of very special gifts, compliment of their respective powers and personalities respectively, as it was her day. Now, the next day, Pinkie Pie is set on exploring the gifts.

Twilight Sparkle and Rarity had given Pinkie Pie gifts on her day. Naturally, they had made something special, for her very special day, which means it had to relate to their special powers and personalities.

Pinkie Pie had been ecstatic and thanked them thoroughly, in accordance with mere personality and the mood in which she had been in. That is all in the past.

The following day, Pinkie Pie had set out to enjoy and explore the gifts and what was promised to come with them. Little did she know, and poorly was she prepared; on what she was to face. Not that she is about to complain.

The only problem is that she is no longer alone in the secluded cabin, where she had intended to explore her gifts. Knowing your friends, doesn’t always prepare you for what is at hoof.

Published 2016-01-03 21:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-03 21:40:02 UTC

At the Secluded Cabin: 1

Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

At the Secluded Cabin: 1

I had arrived at the cabin; wearing nothing but the top, skit and boots. I had packed a few items in the saddle bags, aside from the accessories and toys intended for the day. Mainly food; in the form of a large pile of muffins, and a few bottles of cider.

As I had arrived, I was careful; locking the outer door, in order to have a few hours of privacy. Not that I commonly ask for privacy or time alone, even if I do sleep alone in my own room at night.

Taking the flight of stairs down to the basement, only stopping to close and lock the respective doors after myself on the way. Why bother wasting more time than that?

First I placed the saddle bags carefully on a small table in the corner of the room, before I withdrew its content.

The muffins and the cider is lined up, on a small table in the other corner of the room; before I picked up the gifts Twilight Sparkle and Rarity had imparted me with, just the other day.

Apparently, Rarity had given me a special nail-polish and a hoof-polish, while Twilight Sparkle gave me a nice shiny, red rubber bikini.

I pulled my old top over my head and stepped out of the skirt and slipped out of my boots, before I continued towards the gifts.

The glistering, metallic bloody red skirt has a pair of integrated panties; but looks otherwise fairly regular to me. The top is matching the skirt, which I know Rarity had insisted on; even if I had not seen Twilight Sparkle enchant them.

Once I had changed into the garments Twilight Sparkle had given me, I turn to the chair next to the table and carefully sit down. I had not even noticed or realized what the suit was doing to me; the tubes slipping inside of me, flowing over the surface of my skin and into my lower orifices as it is covering my full sized cherries. Only once inside and in place; the previously fully liquidized rubber gel changed once again, and reclaimed its former glory, while the cherries and the orchid hardened and turned thrice coarse; only to be covered up in a clear and slippery gel that would not smear.

Now I uncap the vial of clear lacquer, before I place it firmly and carefully onto the table; before I place my right hand with my fingers spread wide onto the surface of the table. I apply the lacquer onto my nails, from the thumb and finger by finger. Starting at the center and the root of the nail, drawing the brush all the way down over the tip; then right and left right and left. From here; I pull the brush from the inner corner, along the tip, until I had sealed the effect in. Just repeating the process, one nail at the time; I merely shift hands and complete the work.

As I capped the vial of lacquer, I pick up the bottle of hoof polish. Once the bottle is uncapped and I hold the brush firmly in my right hand, I apply the polish from the root of the hoof; all the way down, merely completing the hoof by drawing the brush down; right and left, right and left; until I had painted the entire hoof a matching metallic, bloody red. While I do paint the hoof in the same manner under-hoof. Yet, repeating the process with the other hoof.

While I watch the polish on my hooves cure; I could see how my nails had grown to the length of a full inch, as it is covering the entire tip of the nail from the final joint. To my initial surprise; I then noticed that I have a sensitive pad on the tip of the finger, covering the tip from the joint and all the way out to the nail. Of course, the nail is crystal clear and a full millimeter thick; glistering in the light and comfortably hard to the touch without and sharp edges. The nail is semi square, while the tip is perfectly rounded off.

As I look down; I see that my hooves now are a matching red, completely cured. The front is hard and adamant as expected, while the sole is highly elastic and equally sensitive; effectively turned into a suction cup of fascinating and impressive strength.

I walk over to the table and the pastries, picking up a muffin and carefully nibbles it in a distracted manner. Feeling the surface of the pastry, just more acute than I had been expected from previous experience.

As I chew on the pastries; I pick up a bottle of cider, uncap it and have my first sip of it. Knowing where it came from, but it is still just as enjoyable as ever. The glass bottle is just as hard and smooth to the touch, and slowly warming up from the touch of my hand; aside from the warm air in the room. Nothing I could do about it, as I enjoyed several more of the muffins.

As I had stilled and satisfied my hunger for now, I move on to the next task at hand. As alone as I may be in the secluded cabin; but I need to build up some mood and decorate for what I had before me, and what I had in mind.

I started to decorate the room, by pulling the balloon right off of my flank and inflating it in a single swift and fluid motion, whereupon I inflated it and tied it up, before letting it flow up towards the ceiling where it is content in staying. Only to repeat this process several more times, seeing as the ceiling is slowly filling up with eager yellow and blue balloons. Then I noticed how they reflect light in a scattered pattern and thus illuminating the room further; balloon by balloon, as they are gathering in the ceiling.

Once I had decorated the outer room on the ground floor, I walk to the door to the basement; it is made out of pink cherry and lacquered with an adamant high gloss lacquer.

I closed the door behind me, following the flight of stairs down to the basement; while I had seen the walls painted with a pink rubber. The steps of the stairs are highly polished black stone. With only a thin line of light along the lines between the rubber walls and the ceiling, aside from small dots of light along the side of the steps; I had been walking all the way down.

Sliding the matching door to the right as I reach the base of the stairs, before I closed it as I entered the central hall of my basement. Standing still as I look at the hall, looking exactly like it had in the flight of stairs. There are six doors to six different rooms; three to the right, and three to the left.