Author's Note
Aria Blaze's POV
A Blazing Entrance: 1
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Summary
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I had snuck up on the back door, proving to be unlocked; knowing the front door is securely locked. At least, I will not have to physically break anything, in order to enter the property.
It is still illegal to enter the home, I know; but what can a lone girl with no income do, she still has to live.
I had come before this one house, suddenly just knowing; it is the place for me to enter, if I wanted to have anything to eat this week. Which I would like to.
Since we had lost our pendants, the group had split up; with nothing to hold us together, and no reason to stay friends. Only when we had a purpose; could we work together, in order to attain the given objective. We can’t do that, now.
Considering, how they were always picking on me; I was the first to break off of the group, leaving them to bicker amongst themselves, without me.
Had I been arrested, and sent to Prison for this crime; at least, I would have a roof over my head, and something to eat every day. It would be embarrassing, but I could manage; or, at least I was expecting it.
First things first. I had entered her living room.
Why? I had never had a home of my own; nothing like this, and it had never truly been my own, even when I lived with the other two girls: Adagio Dazzle and Sonata Dusk. Even that, had been little more than a half-way house of a shelter in the first place. Just watching the items in the room? This girl, is loaded.
A large cinematic sofa, and the flat-screen LED TV set on the opposite wall made my knees tremble. A nice wooden table before the sofa. Did not take the time to look too closely; I could not stay here for too long.
It isn’t, as if I could take all that much with me; but maybe, I could find something I could get away with beyond snacks and grabbing a bite? Something small, something light; and definitely something inconspicuously, I could carry out of the house without being spotted.
Walking through the room, is a breeze; even if it had made my eyes water, just to let everything lie where it is.
Maybe, just maybe; I could sit in her sofa, watching some of her films? If I got away with it; none could take this experience, away from me. Ever.
I had left the sofa behind, without falling for the temptation; it is basically a trap, making me stay in the open and easily spotted by anyone. Including the owner of the house, of course. It would have been embarrassing, to fall for it; even for me, as desperate as I may be.
As I had walked out the door, into the hall; I had noticed the shiny pink ceramic tile, smooth as if they had been brand new. Maybe they were, or maybe she had just cleaned it before I entered the house?
I had not bothered to open the door to the girl’s room or the shower; I had no need or reason to enter these two rooms. Not right now. Later, maybe. If I were to stay here, that long.
There is a staircase, leading to the second floor: The flight of stairs, I had to take; if I wanted to see the rest of the house. Wooden stairs, crafted out of pink cherry-wood; befitting the character, who lives here.
In place of the fluffy carpet on the stairs; there are ceramic tiles coated with what seems to be a coat of sticky rubber. Naturally, the tiles are a bright pink, and the coating is lending a strange pink refraction to it.
Guess it is nice, I don’t have to be worrying about slipping; as I am walking up the flight of stairs to the second floor, where I hope to find something more interesting to pick up. At least, the second floor should be more private and secluded; for my purposes, once I had reached the second floor.
”Good thing, she had not been one for these carpets everywhere!” I ponder; ”Or; I would have been leaving footprints everywhere I go, in here?” I consider.
The fact that she had not opted for plastic floor is amusing, though. She seems to be one, who can afford and prefers to use natural materials in her home.
As I walk up the flight of stairs, I feel the sticky surface under my feet; then I notice that the doors only hide bed rooms. Three bed rooms on this side. Why does she even need three bed rooms? Unless she had a large family?
Of course; there is the girl’s room and the shower on the opposite side of the hall. I can see, why she needs these. I like the comfort of having these, just to myself.
The floor on this level is laid with light beech wood; while the walls are laid with the pink cherry wood, which seems to be the core of her personality? Why does she love pink so dearly? Even if she may be a girl, or woman? But still.
As I look into the girl’s room; I notice this floor is laid with deep pink ceramic tiles, coated with the same sticky, rubbery coating as the tiles the stairs are coated with. These walls had been laid with a brighter, lighter cerise tile matching the floor. Just without the coating. Even the utilities in the room are a light pink; as if she tried to redefine the space itself, in this room. Naturally; the faucet is lacquered in a neon pink, as well. What had I been expecting, out of her. I also see the three pink towels on the wall.
”Wait, even the soap is pink?” I ponder; ”She seems to be obsessed with pink!” I realize.
”The Pinkest, of all Pink floats..” comes to mind, as I shudder from the recollection of an old episode of a show.
The final room on the hall is just a walk-in closet; stuffed with her personal clothes, just like the once I had seen back at Canterlot High. I don’t really need more than a cursory glance; to know what is in there, and that I have no interest in the contents in there. I quickly close the door and continue.
”Should I have checked the basement first; or, were I right to move directly to the second floor?” I ponder.
I have a semi hidden door at the end of the hall; leading up to the attic, of her home.
”Maybe there is a hidden gem, up there?” I ponder, as I open the door and walk up the flight of stairs to the attic.
As I reach the top of the stairs, I open the door. At first, it looks empty? But alas, everything is so pink; my eyes require time to adjust, to see any details in here. I guess this is the perfect hide-out.
”Could I stay up here, and hide?” I ponder.
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Flashback
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Author's Note
Pinkie Pie's POV
Flashback: 2
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A Blazing Entrance
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As I had inspected my wardrobe, I had realized; that I am in need of a set of new bikinis, and Rarity is the one to make them for me. It is not exactly a secret, that she loves to craft clothes; I had figured, she would love to make these bikinis for me.
”Early bird, catches the worm!” I ponder; knowing it is better, to catch her early in the day.
Since I had just finished breakfast, it seems the best time to head out; walking over to the boutique, where Rarity works. I had cleaned up after my breakfast, as I walk out to the cloaking room; putting on a pair of shoes and a comfortable spring jacket. I close the door behind myself, as I walk over to Rarity’s place.
After a short jog, I am reaching my destination; after cheering up a few friends, I had met on my way over to the boutique. Naturally; I could not pass up, cheering friends up.
Just saying ”Hello!”, and passing out a few compliments and some cheerful small-talk. Still; just for that one smile, I would do anything. They all know it; and I know they know it, too.
”Just in time..” I ponder, as I am reaching the boutique; ”Rarity had just opened her boutique, for the day!” I observe.
Stopping before the door, just to open it; before I step in, hearing the merry chime as I step in.
”How may I help you?” she inquires, just before she recognizes me.
”I am in need of a few bikinis, for the season!” I respond; ”Oh, and hiya!” I add, as an afterthought.
”Hello!” she responds; ”Bikinis; you certainly have come to the right places, I could craft them for you!” she continues.
”How many, would you need?” she inquires; ”Let me guess, you want them all pink?” she offers.
”Just a dozen, if that is not too much of a challenge?” I respond.
”When it is hot; you can’t go wrong, with a bikini?” I suggest.
”So a more tasteful, casual bikini, then?” she inquires.
I follow her, into the back room; where she is sketching up a few samples, of what her image of my bikini would look like.
”That one!” I respond; pointing at the image, corresponding with what I had in mind.
”Twelve of these, I can have them ready by lunch!” she offers; ”Come over, and you can pick them up by then!” she adds.
”Thank you, Rarity!” I respond, as I write the chosen colours for each bikini on the sheet of paper on which she had sketched the chosen design.
”You are quite welcome, Darling!” she responds; as she is gathering the papers, with the chosen design on the top of the pile.
”Then I will just leave you, to it; I’ll be back, by the time you estimated these will be ready to pick up!” I respond, as I am walking out of the room.
Of course; I have other things to take care of, while I am waiting. Besides, she does not need me here now; distracting her, from the work ahead.
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It is the time, Rarity had promised to have my set of bikinis for the season ready; so I had run over to her boutique, stepping in through the door. As I enter, I hear the chimes, announcing my arrival.
”Pinkie, punctual as ever!” she exclaims, as she hears the chimes go of.
”Hiya, Rarity; I take it, you have finished the work on my set of bikinis?” I offer.
”Yes, Darling; of course I have, I promised you!” she points out.
”Yes, you did; so I had to be here, to pick them up right away!” I respond.
”These should be just right, for you!” she points out; ”But why these specific colours?” she inquires.
”You know, how I love bright and cheerful colours; I just need one for each occasion, in a different colour!” I point out.
”This Cerise bikini does look perfect on you, Darling!” she prompts, as we are stepping into the inner room.
”Yes, it certainly does!” I concede, excitedly.
”Want to try it on, just to see if it is what you asked for?” she inquires.
”Better check now, than coming back tomorrow; knowing, they are not just right!” I concede.
”Right this way, please!” she prompts, leading me to the changing room.
”Than you, Rarity!” I respond; as I am entering the changing room, with the Cerise bikini in hand.
Naturally, I had not carried anything with me; other than a small backpack, for the set of bikinis.
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I step out of the changing room, wearing nothing but the cerise bikini.
”I love this smooth, and highly elastic fabric!” I exclaim; ”The colour came out, just right!” I continue.
”It’s Fabulous; on you, Darling!” she exclaims.
”Thank you, Rarity!” I exclaim; ”I think I may keep this on, under my regular clothes; it is still a bit cold outside, to walk around in just a bikini!” I ponder.
”Perfect for the beach; covers just enough, while not leaving a sun-tan line!” Rarity ponders, musing.
”It is no Fabric; but should be perfect in both water and air!” she ponders; without letting on, exactly what kind of a material she had used.
The material will be perfect; even if she had no idea, as to what I had in mind for these bikinis.
I step back into the changing room; putting on my clothes; slipping the remaining bikinis into the backpack. Just as intended.
”Oooh!” I mumble, as I feel the material, against my skin.
”Something, I will just have to get used to!” I ponder; as I pull the curtain aside, stepping back into the room.
”Thank you, Rarity!” I exclaim.
”You are quite welcome, Dear!” she offers.
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I had stepped out of her boutique; and run to the school, where I had peered into the portal into Equestria.
While the Horse statue may have been demolished, its foundation is still standing, with the portal still fully functional. Everyone had seen it, but most had simply ignored it back them; yet I recall the portal, since I had seen what is inside.
Once I had reached the portal, I simply step right through; ending up, in Princess Twilight Sparkle’s castle.
”Oo-oo-ooh!” I mouth; ”Neat!” I continue.
”Guess I will have to take the bikini of, before she can enchant it for me!” I ponder.
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Once in the castle of friendship, in Ponyville; I bounce to the nearest empty room and slip out of my clothes.
I could as well stay nude, as a Pony; Twilight would not give me a second glance, or give it a thought anyway. As a Pony, my Equestrian counterpart rarely wore anything, anyway. Other, than at a special occasion. Now is no such occasion.
Maybe she would wonder, why I wore clothes now; if I had been wearing anything, until I had explained the situation. I save the time, explaining only what I need.
After bouncing down another hall, ending up in the library, I finally do find her. Her face, buried in one of her dusty old books. What had I been expecting?
”Hiya, Twilly!” I exclaim, as I lightly tap her on her right shoulder.
”Oh, hi Pinkie!” she responds; ”I barely heard you!” she ponders.
”What are you reading, Twilly?” I inquire, as I peak down onto the page, she had been reading.
”Incantations, and spell-combination!” she responds.
”Oh, how convenient!” I point out; ”Because I need you to enchant a few items, for me!” I elaborate.
”Fun! Fun! Fun!” she responds.
”What did you have in mind?” she inquires, a moment later.
”These bikinis, needs to be enchanted!” I point out; ”Zero G inflation/levitation and special stimulation!” I explain.
”Wait; you are the other Pinkie Pie, from Canterlot High?” she inquires, as she realizes who I am.
”Yes, but of course; Silly Twilly!” I just giggle, nonchalantly.
”That makes sense; and since you know I am an Alicorn, you deduced I could perform the incantation!” she mumble, quietly; to herself.
”You basically said as much, Twilly; and the rest, I already knew, as I explained your situation the first time around!” I offer.
”Oh, I almost forgot about that!” she points out, giggling to herself.
”Yes, I guess you did; Twilly, but I didn’t!” I offer.
”So you want the top to inflate the bust, effectively performing a breast-enlargement; without causing the ill effect of the wait, caused by the large bust?” she inquires.
”Sounds like silly fun, to me!” I point out; ”Just mark them ”Zero - G” as if it had been the brand?” I suggest.
”Zero G?” she inquires; ”As in weightless?” she continues.
”Exactly; sounds like dun, doesn’t it?” I put forth.
”I want the bikini to be fun to wear!” I explain.
”Yes; I have gathered as much, when you are involved!” she responds, just as she is looking at the items I had asked her to enchant.
”These were crafted by Rarity?” she inquires; ”I will just have to put in the effort; to align the magic, with her style of crafting!” she points out.
”Yes; it isn’t as if I could have asked anyone else to make these!” I point out; ”We know and trust her; she does always craft the best wears for every occasion, any time you ask her!” I concede.
I watch her lighting up her horn, as she is focusing on the offered garments before her. I help her flipping to the correct pages; where she can read, what she needs to read in order to perform.
As I watch her eyes dancing over the written text; the orb at the tip of her horn grows with her focus, until it reaches the limit. The next moment; the purple light cascades down the length of her horn like an avalanche.
With just a little bit more focus; she aims her magic at the collection of bikinis and the spell is starting to form.
The bikinis float in the air before her; levitated by the spell of the intended enchantment combination.
I end up forced to look away; as the intensity of the light is growing too much for my eyes to take. The sphere of blinding light enveloping the spell; just as the other Pinkie Pie had seen; as Twilight had performed the spell, granting Rarity butterfly-wings for three days as they went to Cloudsdale.
The light remains at blinding intensity for several minutes; as she is enchanting the garments I had put before her. All of a sudden; the enchantment is ending, with a distinct, loud popping noise.
The room is stark black, for several minutes; before the light returns, as we open our eyes.
As I look; the bikinis are lying on the table, neatly lined up in pairs after colour.
”Thank you, Twilly!” I exclaim.
”You are quite welcome, Pinkie!” she responds; ”Would you like to share a cup of tea, with me?” she inquires.
”Yes, please!” I respond.
She leaves the book, on the table where she had been reading; confident no Pony will find it, or disturb it where it lies. Just as she is expecting no Pony or creature; to use a spell found within.
I bounce after her towards the kitchen; leaving squeaky noises in my trail; each time my hooves are hitting the floor, as we move as one towards her kitchen.
”This castle is huge!” I ponder; ”It is a true castle, not a mere home of any Pony!” I conclude.
Eventually, we reach her kitchen and she makes the tea; pouring it up, in two cups.
I watcher enjoying her tea, as I sip on mine, slowly and with great pleasure. It is not just the tea, but also the company. We take our time; enjoying the tea, in silence. Why ruing the moment; with idle chit-chat? We could have spoken these words, earlier, or later.
In the end; we finish the tea, and she leads me back to the gate. I step through, and the deal is concluded.
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The Attic Dresser
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Flashback
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I had walked up the flight of stairs, and ended up in the attic. That much had been expected.
This looks like a treasure trove, for one such as me. While I may have been prepared, to take the wrack, and go to prison; it is not an outcome I relish, or look forwards to. I am neither that stupid, or quite that desperate. Thankfully.
Leaving the group of girls may have been an act of desperation; as their company had become too much of a challenge, for me to bare. It does not suggest, I am generally desperate enough; to do something rash and irrational.
Among all the things, I could see, as I entered the attic; one item is standing out, above all else I can see. It struck me, as a treasure. It is not in the size, but in how small it is; it is not a gem, or anything precious looking either. Maybe this is, how and why it had stood out in the first place.
I walk over, to the corner where the item had been stashed away; slowly approaching the find, of a lifetime.
As I come closer to what appears to be a classy shoebox; I can have a closer look at it. I manage to lift of the top, to reveal its content. What I see, looks like a set of curious bikinis; just not the kind of fabric, I had been expecting.
”Maybe, I could try one on?” I ponder; ”At least, I am alone; so none will see me, while I am nude!” I consider.
Since I had not heard anyone, yet; I am assuming I am alone, in the house. Besides; the front door is locked, even if I had managed to find one door open on the back.
”Whoa?” I exclaim; ”Bikinis?” I continue.
”Just a strange fabric!” I giggle, as I touch the bikini, on the top of the pile.
Each bikini, in a different colour-palette. I can’t figure out why. Maybe they were just stored in the same box?
”This one does look good, and it is my colours!” I exclaim, as I pull one purple bikini out of the box.
”So smooth and sleek; I can barely get a good grip!” I ponder, as I hold on to the bikini, I had picked up.
”Zero G” reads the label.
”I don’t think; I have ever heard of that brand, before!” I ponder.
I still want to try this bikini on. There is something luxurious, about it; that just makes you want, to put it right on. I should have been able to resist this power; but I just and not make myself, resisting this urge.
I had found myself; in awe of the garments I have, before me.
”I just have to disrobe!” I ponder; ”Then I can put these on!” I continue; ”If I had to dash; I can put my clothes on, over these?” I conclude.
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As I am standing nude, with the bikini before me; I pick up the slippery panties, distinctly feeling the semi fluid material in my hands. I step into them: right and left; now once more standing on my feet, on the floor.
”Elastic!” I exclaim; ”It feels, almost as if the panties were hugging me?” I ponder, in surprise.
”Wait, what?” I ponder; ”That feels good!” I realize; as I feel the slippery material, touching me.
The caressing touch, is just a bit distracting. I can’t help it. Yet; I am picking up the top.
Since I am already nude, it could not hurt; slipping the top on, or so I am reasoning. Or, am I rationalizing this, to myself? For once, something is actually feeling good. Even if this sensation had been a bit unexpected; distracted, possibly even uninvited.
”Could I make myself, rip these panties of off myself right now?” I ponder, knowing the answer is still a resounding no.
I just had not realized exactly why. Maybe I will realize it, soon enough.
As I pull the top down, over my head; I once more feel the slippery and sleek material, as it slides down over my skin. Even without effort, it is a perfect fit.
”A bit clingy?” I ponder, as I feel the material hugging my breasts tightly.
”Wait!!” I exclaim, as I notice how my bust is inflating.
Though I can’t feel my chest weighted down, as a larger bust should have. My bust is going from a B, to a C, to a D.. Rather than growing heavier, my bust is becoming lighter and lighter.
My breasts only stop, as a solid E cup; but now the top is clinging to my skin, almost as if it had been painted on. It is; as if someone had painted me, with liquid latex.
Naturally; it is not my breasts that are lighter, the bikini is physically levitating me. Almost, as if I had been in free-fall. I hang in mid-air.
”Iiiih!!” I scream, as it is dawning upon me.
Just that I can not see, exactly where the garments end, and where my skin begins; I find myself helplessly clawing, at the fabric. Aimlessly, uselessly.
After a moment, I give up; just as I had, when I had seen my pendant in splinters on the ground before me on the stage. I am crushed, defeated. I am helpless, useless; in the hands of whom ever lives here. Whenever she may return.
The E cup, feels more like an F; for Failure, to me.
I had found myself trapped, scared and resignated. Basically hanging, in mid air; incapable of reaching either the floor, the wall or the ceiling.
Whoever had set this trap, knows what she is doing; giving me no chance, to reach anything I can push myself against. I merely feel the even pressure, the air is imposing upon me from all sides now.
”What if I had put this on outdoors?” I ponder, shuddering; ”Would I have floated off into the air; higher and higher, until I could nolonger breathe?” I continue.
There is no point, in following this line of thought; to the natural conclusion, in my case.
Trapped, alone; what could I do, but panic?
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Honey, I am Home
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Author's Note
Aria Blaze's POV
