LUBE; at a Pink Party

The Deer's Prologue

Lube is a cervaine party drug brought in, by the deer. It is characterized by its industrial strength and quality of lubricating effect. After medical testing, it was used as a long-term surgical tool. Only to be spiked for recreational use on the back streets.

This drug comes in a series of different flavours; with different effects upon the intended individual, with specific usage and implied effects of desire.

There are a few less known side-effects of the drug, only seen on long-term abusers. Particularly in excessive overuse.

Into the Party

I had chosen to attend the party Pinkie Pie is throwing, this weekend. I never regretted attending her parties before; her parties is the one way certain to have a good time and fun with friends and make a few new once in the process. Who could possibly consider regretting that, and why?

Streamers and confetti, flying everywhere; balloons in the ceiling and cheers every way you go. The punch is wild and radical. When you think you had seen it all, there is a party-cannon blasting of and everything goes wild. Of course, there is always some new friend to be made and everything goes of just right.

I did meet this one new girl, a Deer by the looks of it. I could but guess Pinkie tracked her through Rarity, going by the fancy and highly stylish boots she is wearing. Though what stuck out, like a sore thumb; is the glossy lips, as if she just applied the wet-look five minutes before. Which I know, she could not have.

I could not help, but lick my lips; as I look at her and then finds myself, looking into her deep Emerald green eyes. She is one of these; fun to be around and exciting people. As if Pinkie Pie had made her, herself.

Like Rarity; she is this pure, pristine white. I imagine her wearing a tight suit, like a swim-suit; under the top and skirt. Otherwise, she is wearing exactly nothing. Beside the boots, I imagine Rarity had crafted for her.

As a Deer, her hooves does require radically different boots; compared with my equine hooves. She made me imagine myself nuzzling her on the muzzle.

I enjoy the way her ears remain perked up, in her delightful deerish manners.

A Deer Presented/i]

She opens a door, and I follow her inside. There is a stack of mattresses in the corner; as if this is where they store the mattresses.

She is pulling out a glossy, black rubber sheet and spreads it out, onto the topmost mattress.

“Oh!” I merely exclaim.

“Here, hand cream, a little for your hands?” she suggests.

“Thanks!” I respond, as I accept the offered gift.

“Could I refuse the gift, handed over to me?” I ponder: but the look in her eyes, tells me; she would not accept it.

Curiously enough, she is pulling out; what looks like an identical tube of hand cream for herself. I follow her example and spread it out into my hands and rub it in. I feel the skin of the palms of my hands grow slippery as I rub in the cream. Though it is also making the skin more elastic, as if turning it into rubber.

I find myself giggling, at the unfamiliar and unexpected sensations; noticing how she is finding it endearing and merely smiles approvingly at me and how I react.

“You could take a little more, if you like?” she suggests, as she is looking at me; “Though, this is always more fun; if you do it in private, one-on-one, as it were,! If you see what I mean!” she then adds; as if to explain something, I had not even considered yet.

“One-on-one, is that why she brought the sheet? Just for the two of us?” I ponder; winking once, twice, thrice.

With just a little bit more of the cream, I manage to spread it out over my entire hands; before I rub it in and enjoy the effect of the cream.

There is a momentarily tingle, in the palms of my hands and it is feeling slightly warmer than before. I ignore the effect, mainly because it did not last long enough; for me to put a finger on it, in order to describe what I feel and how it feels. Maybe her expression made me smooth it over, too?

Since she had already suggested it, I guess I am less than surprised to see her slip her skirt down and place it on the side of the makeshift bed. I had failed to act surprised or shocked enough, to push her back; yet, I guess she had already predicted this, before she even picked me up. Maybe the effect of the hand-cream she gave me is influencing me, even if I am not directly aware of it. Should I complain?

Just as I had been expecting; she is wearing a bathing suit, type of body and it is exciting me. The tight suit only works to emphasize her body even more, while the glossy surface highlight her in the faint light of the room.

Her suit has a certain; painted on, kind of a feel to it. Yet, it is both tighter than her skin in some places, while it looks as if it had been endowing her in some places as well. I can’t expect her chest or her mound to stay the same; had she not been wearing the suit. Of course, that is only my guess. What do I know?

After a moment of ogling her shiny body, I slip out of my skirt and panties. Of course, then I continue ogling her for a few minutes; while she is slipping the top up over her head and places it on the top of her skirt. As the top is resting on her skirt, I snap back to attention, slipping my top off of me as well.

“How do I look?” she inquires; innocently, with some excitement to her voice.

“Stunning, like an engraved invitation!” I respond.

“Judging by your expression, I think you would eat me alive!” she giggles.

“Would you accept it, if I asked?” I respond.

“If you permit me to warm up; and give you a little tour, first?” she offers.

“Please, by all means!” I respond; before I had the time to consider the consequences, of what she could be suggesting.

“Here, apply this on the petals of your orchid; since you are already liberated! But, sit down and make yourself comfortable, first!” she offers.

I sit down and accept the can of gel. Once I sit down, I open the can and extract gel with the tips of the fingers of my right hand and caress myself with the gel.

“Oh, oh!” I sigh!; as response to the sensations I receive, from the exercise.

“Feels good?” she inquires.

“Oh, yes!” I respond, nodding vigorously.

“Not too much, and take the time to work it in completely!” she is instructing me.

I continue, caressing the petals of my orchid; ascertaining myself that I had indeed managed, to do as she had asked me. This is not so much of a challenge; it feels too good, for me to complain, now.

While I renew the effort; she is extracting a lip-gloss out and applies it on my lips, generously.

“There, lie down on the bed; so I can show you, exactly how it should be done!” she points out.

“Okay!” I respond, following her final instruction.