A Pink World Encasing: All zipped up
A Massage is Prologue; Divine: 1
Author's Note
Pinkie Pie's POV
A Massage is Prologue; Divine: 1
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I had convinced Rarity to follow me to the local SPA, where Aloe and Lotus are working. Talking her into it had not been any challenge, she likes to go too much for that in any event; it had been more of a challenge to talk her out of it.
With business in mind, we had chosen to go just after breakfast; knowing there is the least pressure on being there and take orders. Hay, even Sweetie Belle could write down the orders, and deliver on what had already been completed.
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“Hiya, Pinkie Pie and Rarity!” Aloe Greeted us, as we trotted in through the door.
“Hiya, Aloe. I take it you have everything prepared for us!” I put forth.
“Most certainly, Pinkie Pie. Lotus is standing by for you too, Rarity!” Aloe added.
“Thank you, Aloe; I am looking forwards to this treat!” Rarity responded.
“You are quite welcome, Rarity; besides, this is all Pinkie Pie’s treat!” Aloe explained.
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“Hiya, Pinkie Pie and Rarity!” Aloe Greeted us, as we trotted in through the door.
“Hiya, Aloe. I take it you have everything prepared for us!” I put forth.
“Most certainly, Pinkie Pie. Lotus is standing by for you too, Rarity!” Aloe added.
“Thank you, Aloe; I am looking forwards to this treat!” Rarity responded.
“You are quite welcome, Rarity; besides, this is all Pinkie Pie’s treat!” Aloe explained.
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I had followed Aloe to the bed on which she was to give me the much appreciated massage. Rarity had found her way, to where Lotus is awaiting her as well. Since the treats had been booked and paid for in advance, there is nothing but the joy to look forwards to; and I know, just as Rarity does, just how good the sisters are at what they do.
I stop before the offered bed and climb up on the bed and lie comfortably on my back, just waiting for her to do her job and perform her magic.
“You have everything prepared?” I inquired.
“Yes, even the zipper and the valve; just as you asked, Pinkie Pie!” Aloe responded with a silly giggle.
“Good, then we are good to go!” I pointed out, resting my head on the pillow as my hooves hang from the cushioned bed on which my belly is resting.
True to her regular regime, she started by filing my hooves one at the time; front and back, right and left, then left and right. I could see them growing just a bit more shiny as she performed her work. This is the part I knew I could never convince Rainbow Dash to follow me to, she just couldn’t stand any Pony touching her hooves.
Now she picked up the brush and polished my hooves, leaving the bright and glistering pink trail after herself on my hooves. The glistering effect of the pink rubber never left my hooves, which I do enjoy.
As she had finished polishing my hooves, she put the brush and the gel back where she had picked it up and permitted the thick gel drip back in the can. Now she is bending over my back, slowly rubbing the clear gel out over my skin. I feel the gel spread out and cling to my skin as she is keeping up the work, spreading out more gel as she goes. Bit by bit, she spread it out from the top of my neck, just under my mane; working her way all the way down my spine, to the root of my tail and doubles back just outside the still glistering trail of the clear gel.
Just as she reaches the mane, the initial gel had turned mate and is now hard to impossible to see by the naked eye. I feel her double back several times over, as she is kneading the gel out over my back; applying it in diminutive circles as she goes.
After doubling back, over and over, she reached my belly and covered the rest of my body, before she moved down my right and left lefts respectively; all the way down to my hooves, only to continue with my hind quarters, left and right. With that, she had managed to cover my entire body.
Of course, she had started to apply the gel around my lips, then circling outwards; over my muzzle, them my chin, my cheeks and my forehead and even my ears; all the way down my neck to where she left of as she started just under my mane.
This is when she picked up the zipper and placed it along my back, from the root of my tail and all the way up to the lower edge of my mane at the top of my neck. She had even managed to slip in the valve, under my belly and in, into my belly bottom. There is a clear tube gel covering my lips, my entire orchid and the outer rim of my rear orifice glistering. To me, she had applied a deeper pink to cerise gel on my cherries and about an inch out from the center of each cherry as well. naturally, she had also applied the silver metallic gel in order to give me a playful eye-shadow.
Once she had covered me from muzzle, all the way down to my hooves, she picked up the brush and polished my hooves, right and left forehoof, then left and right hind hoof in order.
Only now, she applied a new coating of the clear gel all over me in the same order as she had applied the first coating. In this manner, she is sealing in the zipper, the valve and the original polish once over. Finishing the process my applying a third and final pink polish to my hooves.
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“How does it feel?” Aloe inquired; curious as to how her treat had turned out, as she had followed my directions in order for her to give me a specialized and personalized treat; unlike anything she had done before or even heard of, in her entire life.
“The massage sure was great; which I know Rarity will be raving about for months to come!” I prompted.
“That much is expected, but the other items and the special effects?” she continued, trying to clarify what she was hoping to know.
“Wait, let me see!” I prompted, as I jumped down on the floor and bounced around for a moment.
“Yes?” she responded.
“The polish sure is great. The zipper, the valve and the other items will have to be explored more fully in intimate privacy in order to say. Yet, I think I dare say that I am quite happy with your job, just as Rarity is happy with what your sister lotus has done for her!” I prompted.
Of course, Rarity’s Hooves are going to be a deep purple, while her cherries would be a light cyan; as opposed to my pink hooves and cherries. Otherwise it is identical.
A Pink World Encasing: All zipped up
An Episode of Rare Intimacy: 2
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.
