My Little Toy

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I stand in the middle of the room, behind where the massage bed would have been; had I been in the room where I had met Lotus, earlier in the day. With my tail facing the door I assume is leading out of the maze, based on previous experience.

I am shooting side-way glances, towards the door, where I half by half assumes and expect Starlight Glimmer to come back from. Patiently waiting, in a lady-like fashion. I could not make myself break character, even after she had liberated me from that holographic Rarity suit. Maybe I am still Rarity, or I could have been Rarity all along. Who is to say?

There is a noise from under the floor, I step back and a pair of door opens up; only to reveal the first hint of what she had in mind for the night.

“Oh, interesting!” I ponder, giggling.

This is neither the platform I had been enjoying the massage on, or a resting couch I had ever been familiarized with. Yet, it does give me the impression, one is to lie prone on the top of it. I take the hint and mount it from behind.

Once I am on top of it, I find the position quite comfortable, for the pony I currently am; while I could only guess it would not have been comfortable, for a human like Starlight Blimmer.

“Is that comfortable?” a voice inquire, and I nod in response.

“This, is a very different party; you see, Rarity!” the voice responds, giggling ecstatically.

“A party?” I ponder, giggling at the notion.

All of a sudden, I see Pinkie Pie stepping into view. Just as expected, she is pink and her hair is a tightly curled up, deep pink. There is no mistaking her.

“Let me introduce myself; my name is Pinkie Pie, and I am your party host, for the evening!” she exclaim, giggling even more.

Soon I realize, she has an infectious giggle very hard to escape. Of course it had to be Pinkie Pie; and this is apparently the kind of trick she had intended to pull on me, tonight.

“Since you did like seeing your sister, Sweetie Belle wearing these black tights with hooves; I could have Starlight Glimmer wearing a pair of tights for you, too!” she points out.

I nod, vigorously, approving of the idea; even if I guess she made it intrude upon something special.

“For you, I am prepared to make a few adjustments; just to make this all the more pun and exciting!” she continues.

“This certainly is Pinkie Pie!” I realize, nodding once again; “A few adjustments, would be quite all right!” I ponder, knowing she already had planned ahead.

“Pinkie Pie, is after all Pinkie Pie; she is always planning ahead, throwing parties left and right!” I recall.

Strange, how these memories and recollections are bleeding into the situation, of the here and now. If I am Rarity, I would have to remember the past. I am not forgetful, even if my memory isn’t even a shadow of hers.

The doors slide up, revealing Starlight Glimmer. Of course she had been nude, now slipping into the tights I had been promised. Slowly, in a teasing moment; right and left. I see her right foot slipping into the glistering black tights, sliding all the way down in painful slowness. Only once the foot had reached all the way down, does she place the electric metallic blue hoof onto the floor and shifts her weight. Now she is lifting the left foot up, sliding it into the tights and slip the foot all the way down. Is it actually taking her five or ten minutes to slip these tights on?

That is when I realize, just how engrossed I had been in the process of her slipping into a pair of glossy rubber ultra-tight tights. I can but guess I had enjoyed the tease, and that it had been worth my attention. Pinkie Pie had taken the opportunity; taking the liberty of helping me into the pose she had had in mind for me, all along.

“Could you press your hooves down, please! Harder, just a little bit harder?” she is cooing; as I am following her suggestions, as she is inciting me to slip into the pose and position; without even realizing what I was doing, or that I had even done anything at all.

This is what I get, for focusing single-mindedly, on what is before my eyes; when I am lying prone with Pinkie Pie in the room.

Starlight is picking up a mask, similar to the one Sweetie Belle had been wearing, earlier in the day. As opposed to her mask, this is a marshmallow white. The mask comes with highly detailed and emphasizing her feminine nature in a must stunning manner. Inch long, pitch black, glistering, inch long eye-lashes, progressively curled up and back onto themselves towards her. Her lips and eye-shadows, matching electric metallic blue; while her lips looks as if coated with the clear, slippery lip-gloss that may be doubling as a lubricant, going by the wet-look I see. Incidentally, it is also sporting a mid-teen unicorn horn that goes perfectly with her. The clock-wise spirals are clearly emphasized in a beautiful manner one could only dream of.

While I look at Starlight putting the mask on, after she demonstrated it to me and examined it; Pinkie Pie is posing my fore-legs with delicate care in order for my hooves to end up exactly where she had intended me to place them.

“If you press down your fore-hooves gently and make sure to hit the pad squarely, please! Harder, just a little bit harder; if you please, Rarity!” Pinkie Pie is instructing me; as she is guiding me into the final position, from which I will not be capable of escaping.

While I do rest comfortably on the squishy cushion under my belly; my hind legs are spread wide as my hooves are pressing down onto the pads behind me, while my fore-legs stay before, well out of the way.

“How could a girl even turn putting on a mask onto her face, into a strip-tease routine one would be excited by watching?” I ponder.

If only that had been the end of it. She is clearly prepared to extend her routine with a few more items, just for the pleasure of making me squirm even more.

I watch her picking a pair of elbow length gloves. The gloves are clearly matching her marshmallow theme, and are looking as if part of a beautiful sculpture, rather than a pair of gloves, I just realize.

While she is holding on to the sleeve with her thumb, index and long finger; she is sliding in her right hand all the way in with slow, practiced ease. At the end, she is flexing her fingers and giving the glove a few tentative tugs; in order to ascertain it is on just right and actually fitting her, as intended.

The palm of her hand is a slightly pink tinted suction cup. I see her crystal clear, inch long, semi square nails; looking as if polished to a perfect, high gloss to glister as if wet, in the sparsest of light. Just as her nails now starts, just after the final joint of each finger; the bright cerise touch pads starts, just at the final joint and continue all the way up under the nail. I could only imagine, just how sensitive and excitable the pads could be.

She had not told me or demonstrated, and I have never tried these gloves on myself.

I feel Pinkie Pie exploring my rump, before she is pulling out the plug with a distinct plop that has a curious sucking noise to it.

She is scoping up a portion of clear gel, applying it to my rear orifice and a few inches outwards; before she is taking her time to massage it in and caress my rump enthusiastically with passionate warmth, like none other than Pinkie Pie could even dream of.

“There, all yours, Starlight; make absolutely certain, to light her up and make her melt like hot wax!” Pinkie Pie is exclaiming, in a teasing voice and giggles.

“I will give her the treat of her life, rest assured!” Starlight merely exclaims.

“Could you lend me a hand and offer me some of that delicious gel?” Starlight inquires, just as Pinkie Pie was about to walk out.

“Sure thing, Starlight; of course I can!” she responds, spreading generous amounts of the gel and massaging it in.

Once Starlight is facing me, I can see the gel coating the head and halfway down the shaft. Even if her black tights are glistering in the light, the effect of the gel is still evident.

“I have been holding this up, far too long, Rarity; I will rectify this issue right this instant!” Starlight is promising.

“The strip tease and the preparations Pinkie Pie did take their sweet time!” I ponder, giggling at the situation.

Starlight Glimmer had demonstrated a flair of showmare-ship, the first time we met her. She had later demonstrated great leadership qualities as well, when she defeated Queen Chrysalis and saved us from the Changelings.

Now she is turning her eyes on me; focusing on what is at hand, or at hoof in my case.

She is walking around me, with light and eager steps; leaving squeaks in her trail, as she continues towards me.

“Clip, clop! Clip, clop!” I hear, with each and every step she is taking.

“Will she face me, or will she take me from behind? Will she eat me, or will she impale me?” I ponder, while I wait for her to make up her mind.

“I need to make sure; if you are ready, yet, Rarity!” she points out; after a few minutes of teasing and contemplation, on her part.

“Of course!” I ponder with a sigh, only to make it sound like a whinny.

“Of course, now I know how to make these delightful whinnies too!” I realize.

She is placing her hands firmly onto my rump, slowly rubbing the plump flesh under her fingers with the pads of each of her fingers; preparing herself, for what she had in mind for me.

Starlight is taking her good time, caressing my rump, before she is actually getting to the test. I feel her muzzle hitting between the orbs of my rump, before she is extending her tongue and starts to lick the slippery rim of my rear entrance. As a Pony, this would be how she would go about it.

My first reaction is a giggle, coming out as a neigh; then I try to pull back my hind hooves, but to no avail. My hooves are stuck to the pad I had previously pressed them into; the suction apparently stronger than I had anticipated. The only reaction, is my hooves stretching slightly.

She finds me quite wet, and delicious; as she is examining me with the tip of her tongue. I realize; that she chose to go forwards, with the deeper inquiry and extends her tongue further and further. With that, I feel her tongue slipping into me. In the process, we learn about how I instinctively contract around her as she is pushing forwards.

If only it had been limited to retract my rear orifice, my lips contract and tighten up, as a wide grin is spreading out over my muzzle. I close my eyes, as she is starting to eat me up, from the inside and out.

Slowly, inch by inch; her tongue is extended and slides into me from behind. As the tip of her tongue is wriggling and squirming on its way in, I am continuously contracting harder and firmer around her.

“Is that what the gel is doing to her?” Starlight is pondering, while realizing what is happening.

I feel her, her tongue slipping and sliding deeper and deeper into me, as she is exploring me from the inside. She is trying to stretch as far in as she can, but eventually she is reaching her limit; then slowly pulls out and retracts her tongue until she is entirely free.

She is pushing away, pulling away from me momentarily, before she is moving to the right and refocus on my flank. I see a glow on the tip of her horn, until I close my eyes; then she is starting to lick the mark, until the flank is entirely white as if she had indeed erased the three diamonds. She moves over to my right side and repeats the process.

As she is done, she is pulling back and raises to her hooves behind me, taking a step back; before she is walking around me and steps up to face me.

She places the palms of her hands on my cheeks, fingers spread wide; before she is kissing me and parts her lips, just enough for her tongue to slip out and escape her mouth. Her tongue slipping into my mouth, making me feel just how slippery the gel in my mouth is. I start to feel wet, as my mouth contracts around her tongue; continuously and progressively as she is extending her tongue deeper and deeper into my mouth. Finally, I feel the tip of her tongue sliding down my throat and inching further down.

Once she finally had managed to reach as far down as she could, she had slowed down and stopped; before she is retracting her tongue and pulls back. Only after the tongue is slipping out between my lips, is she breaking the kiss and pulls back entirely.

I open my eyes and she is looking at me; making me feel as if she had been looking right into her.

For a moment, I half by half expect her to place her hands on my rump, but now. Her hands are passing over my rump for a different target. Should I complain? Or, should I be thankful? She had been great at caressing my rump, the first time around.

A moment later, her hands find themselves squarely on my waist. She is clearly pressing her hands down and hold onto my back in a firm and inescapable grip; permitting the sensitive touch pads do all the fun. As I feel the tips of her fingers rubbing my back, the tips of her nails tease me.

After the kiss, my mouth is still contracted and wet; not that I had not already been wet, but now I am acutely aware of it.

She is taking a step forwards towards me, head held high. I feel her excitement and erection, even if I can’t quite see it, unless I turn my head just a little bit to the side. I choose to look forwards and slowly close my eyes in anticipation of what is about to come. She does not let me down or disappoint me by letting me wait any longer than I have to. She is just making it slow, just as with her strip tease. It is as if she had been born for the job and this very moment.

She is aiming carefully, moving slow; in order to avoid another pointless tease. When she finally does reach the target, I feel the tip of her head, as stiff as solid rubber. While this may be a part of her tights, but it feels real to me; knowing she will experience the touch just as acutely as I will.

For a moment, she is hesitant. I feel her pushing slightly, just slightly harder each time. I am already tight, contracting firmly; yet incapable of preventing her from entering.

While she is erect, I am stretching, just a little bit more with each time she is pushing forwards harder. She is pushing forwards, enthusiastically ogling me excitedly as she is pushing. On and on, over and over; but this doesn’t take long, she is merely teasing me and setting me up. There is the small detail of the gel Pinkie Pie applied to her penis.

There is a wet, splashing noise, as she is finally sucked in, into me and I feel her slip in an inch before she manages to slow down and stop. Just that once the head is in, she can’t just pull back; had she tried or wanted to.

I feel her slide in inch by inch. Once inside, I am contracting around her; doubly so, with the gel in my and the gel covering her.

“Oooh!” she exclaimed in excitement, as she slipped in.

“Ohh, ohh!” she coos, as she is slipping further into me.

She finds herself slipping in and then bounce back, but only to be sucked right back in, into me once more. In, and out; in, and out.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh! Ooh, ooh, ooh!” she is cooing, as she is continuing in delight.

I know she is clearly feeling the sensation of sliding in and out, just as I feel her sliding in me, up and down, up and down.

“Oooh!” I ponder, as I feel the head hit bottom.

“Oooh, oooh!” I ponder; as the first orgasm hits home and rocks me, with enthusiastic glee.

In her excitement, she is starting to claw me, I realize; yet I don’t even bother to open my eyes at this point, just feeling the next orgasm hit me all over again, shaking me deeper and firmer each time.

While there is a next orgasm, there is no climax in sight. I just can’t come off of it. She is eagerly holding on for dear life, enjoying the stimulation I offer, tight as I am, still growing tighter over time.

In the end, I feel her throbbing in me, not needing to guess what is about to happen.

“Oooooo!” she exclaims, as the orgasm hits home and she is finally permitted to come.

As tight as I am, I am still incapable of holding her up any longer. Even after the orgasm, I realize that she is just as stiff as ever. She is holding on, continuing; just for the fun and teases me for as long as she dares.

She slowly puts an effort into slowing to a halt, slowing little by little. In the end, she manage to stop just inside. I feel her slowly trying to pull herself free.

She is still captured within, unable to pull free just yet. With a tightening grip around my waist; she is pulling harder and harder, putting more and more effort into the attempts to pull free.

So long as she is staying stiff, I am contracting tightly around her; holding her in and pulling her back.

I hear a sucking noise, as she is finally pulling free. Not that I had wanted her to stop. She had not really wanted to stop; but the orgasm had hit home and she knows she needed to stop, in order to save enough strength to pull out.

There is a tug on my waist, but she does manage to hold on. Good thing, she had not fallen back towards the wall behind me. I wish no pain to come to her; she had just given me the pleasure of the orgasm, or orgasms. The orgasms; that refuse to stop and let go of me.

“What is she going to do now?” I ponder.

She could go out and just leave me as I am; leaving me as she is still wearing the suit she put on for my benefit. She could, but will she?

First now, I hear the laboured breath of the Starlight. I had not heard, or been aware of it; until now, when she had pulled out.

“Would she give me the pleasure? Would she deem it unjust of her to push herself upon me, to do her the service?” I ponder.

In the end, she staggers back a few steps, righting herself up and stands quietly a few feet behind me. She walks around me and stops before me, turning to face me.

“While I wear these tights, I am erect and stiff!” she exclaims, almost as quiet as a whisper with fairly winded and breathy voice.

“Oh! I guess; that does explain quite a few things!” I realize.

I giggle at the notion, once I realize what she had just told me; she is erect and fully sensitive and sensitized, by wearing these tights. The same could probably be said, about the rest of her beautifully crafted ensemble. While I may not know for certain, but I feel the situation before me.

“Unless you ask me, for you to lick me off; I think I will save you the grace by doing it for you!” she explains.

Just that I am incapable of voicing my opinion, or anything else right now. I am certain that she knows of it, but explain the situation as if I could speak. I could nod or shake my head, of course. I let her statement slide without remark, or any reaction. Merely grinning and smiling at her. Is it the orgasm that is maintaining my content state?

While I can see that this is an effort, on her part; she manages to bend over, licking herself of. A muzzle, added to the length of the penis seems to do the trick; permitting her to reach just long enough for this to work. I giggle, inwardly but give no outwardly sign on my reaction. I merely watch her perform.

I lick my lips, as she is finishing licking herself of; and she follows my example, licking her lips. That had been an interesting demonstration, certainly.

“I will leave you to enjoy the afterglow!” she adds, still fairly quietly.

The pair of doors slide up before her, just as she is slipping into the wardrobe where she had picked up the ensemble. I see her disappear and the doors slide shut quietly. There is but the characteristic click, to signify that the doors closed behind her.

I do not see her behind the closed doors, so I make due with picturing the event before my inner vision instead.

She pulls the left glove off of herself and put it back in place, before she is repeating the process with the right glove. Now she is pulling the mask off of her face, leaving her almost nude.

Once she had slipped the suit off of herself; she is pulling the tights down and finish the process. Before the doors are sliding up, she is slipping into a pair of black tights. Mate and with metallic bloody red hooves of the equine variety. She is slipping on a mask, almost identical to the one Sweetie Belle wore, when she was riding me as a rocking horse. The only real difference is, she is starlight Glimmer, and not Sweetie Belle.

While the room had been quiet, now she is approaching the doors that slide up before her. She is stepping out, facing me once more. Quietly and wordlessly. Waiting. Waiting, for what?

She stands quietly before me, merely looking at me.

“Ooh, ooh! Ooh, ooh!” she whispers, as I open my eyes and she is looking deep into my blue eyes.

I look into her eyes, in kind; permitting time to pass as I am enjoying the moment.

“I think it is time, you need to rest!” she points out, before she is walking around me.

As she is standing behind me, she is producing a plug, similar to the one I wore as a rocking horse. I feel the plug slip into me and I contract around it. A moment later, I climax and feel the final afterglow of the last orgasm.

“There, I think I can leave you, for a moment!” she is pointing out.

The doors behind me is slipping up and she is walking out of the room. The doors close behind her with a click and I am alone. The adventure is at an end. What am I to do now? I end up standing still like a horse and rest.