Author's Note

Rarity's POV

An Episode of Rare Intimacy: 2

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I had followed Pinkie Pie to a secluded cottage at the edge of the village; under the cover of a cloak she graciously and eagerly hoofed me, just as Lotus had completed the treat the promised massages had been a part of.

With her usual eccentric antics, she had managed to keep the local sage and out of the public eye; just as she had managed to put a seal on the door, just after we had entered and she closed the door. Apparently, one that not even Twilight Sparkle herself would have been capable of breaking. How she does it, no Pony knows, not even Pinkie Pie herself, which so Royally infuriated Twilight Sparkle at the Frogs Bottom Bog at the incident, when she became the promised doozy and turned into flames.

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While Pinkie Pie went up the right flight of stairs, I trotted two flights down to the basement. Once down, I take the right door and follow the hall to the pink door along the outer wall on the far side. The door is eagerly sliding to the right as I push the knob on the side of the door.

I find what is passing for six booths with room for just one pony in each; three to the right and three to the left, separated by an inch thick crystal clear wall. As I see the silicon white floor in the third booth to the right I hesitantly enter before I had examined it in order to have a closer look.

Tentatively stepping in and waiting for her to come back. Thankfully, I do not have to wait for her all that long; Pinkie Pie is the fastest Pony I know, even when she doesn’t look like it or all that strained as she is at the finish.

“Would you care to place your hooves on the light pink hoof prints, please!” she exclaimed, as she closed the door behind herself.

“Certainly!” I responded; as I placed my hooves where she was directing me to, while I failed to notice the clear gel on the floor until I had already stepped into it.

“If you could apply this gel along your lips with open mouth, then pull up the corners of your mouth in the widest grin you can muster before applying the gel once over!” she continued.

“Certainly!” I complied; and followed her suggestion to the letter, feeling the cool of the gel as it coated my lips and slowly saturated them while coating them; then covering them all over on the second coating as I close my lips.

“Good, then it is time for me to lend you a hoof!” she eagerly proclaimed, with an excited to maniacal giggle to her voice; then placed a squishy squeeze tube under my tail.

I feel the edge poke along the valley, before she forced it into the orifice. The instant she hit the spot I feel myself instinctively contract before I had even realized it, just as I realized that the reaction leaves me with absolutely no control for as long as the tube is there. Naturally, she squeezed out the gel the tube had contained into my rear orifice and made it coat me all the way as far as it could.

Once she had retracted the tube from within me, she merely repeated the process, but placed the second tube into my orchid this time. Aside from the slippery effect, the gel had effectively turned my orifices into tubes, on which I had no control; while I do feel the touch, and the effects her teases are having on me.

If I had tried to open my mouth in alarm, in order to express the shock and surprise; it would merely have pushed the next realization down my thought and explained that I can’t part my lips. Just that as she had finished squeezing the gel in, she pushes my head forwards; which is resulting in that a clear yello is poking my lips and slide into my mouth.

I feel sleek, slippery rubber slide in between my lips; the head sliding all the way over my lips, before I experience the plop as my lips slide down on the back of the head. From here, I couldn’t pull back and eject the yello from my mouth; as much as I may try to pull my head back and part my lips as best I could. The only result is that I stretch the shaft of the emphatically ribbed shaft, until it did no longer permit me to pull back any further.

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“There, now it is time for me to prepare!” she exclaimed, jubilantly.

With the large head of clear rubber in my mouth I couldn’t part my lips; more than I could nod, when my hooves are stuck firmly on the floor.

As much as I may tug at my hooves, I just feel the effect of the elastic gel and my hooves stretch as much as I could pull them; which is no more than an inch or two at the very most. Yet, I feel the warm and exciting sense of stretching.

“Guess I am happy, she isn’t pulling out her running monologue. I think I do prefer the surprise and shock over the overly detailed explanations right now!” I thought, quietly.

She quietly picked up her panties and gave them a tentative tug with a series of squeaks as the inevitable result. Looking deeply into the glistering rubber and taking on a distracted air over her entire feature, before she stepped into the panties left and right; pulling them all the way up over her flanks.

After she had given the rubber a final tentative tug; the material clearly changed from the glistering and shimmering clear, into a pink, just a few shades towards a bright cerise and her mark came right out of the rubber.

She looks up, and her eyes clear up and her ears perk up firmly; before she set her eyes on me and teases her mound with the tip of her right hoof, intently teasing me in a gesture of exciting herself in order to get into the proper mood.

Of course I couldn’t help but see the effect she elicited on herself, and feel the effects it is having on me. Just seeing her tease herself and how excited she was becoming, and realizing what she had in mind for me. Her excitement is already infectious before, but the situation had made me particularly susceptible to the effects of her hyper and excitable persona.

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She had held me up with a tease, and posed as she was teasing herself; only to vanish out of sight all of a sudden. The next instant I feel her hooves on my back as she is mounting me from behind; slowly and carefully, teasing my back in the process.

Just as I feel her chest over my back, I realize what she had been working up to, as I feel the head sliding up the valley to just under my tail and silently slipping in and plopping in a wet and squishy noise. From here, she gave me a tentative tug in order to put me in the right mood and make the situation obvious on me. I feel myself squeezing tight around her as the orifice is stretching to the limit of what she had in mind; making the point firmly.

Then I feel her cherries on the top of my rump.