Author's Note

Silver Lining's POV

Silver Lining: 2

Slender Haze had just gotten back from picking up the items she had ordered. They are all in her saddle bags. She had told me of what she had ordered and I had agreed, I just had never seen them, up until now; that is.

“I am looking forwards to see what you brought back!” I put forth as she slipped in through the door.

“Thank you, so am I!” she responded, smiling from ear to ear.

“Do you need any help with slipping into the suit?” I responded, looking playfully at what she had lined up on the side of the bed.

“I will need help with the sipper, right there at the end!” she promised, as she slipped into the suit, then stepped into her boots, right and left, rear and front.

“I certainly will love helping you with that!” I promised her, as I saw her in the black suit.

This wasn’t merely a black suit crafted out of rubber. I could see how it slowly tightened up around her body, even before I got a hoof on the sipper, pulling it together. Once I was done, there is no sign of the sipper, the entire back smooth and slippery.

What I see before me, is the sleek, slippery, glistering black body, not merely a suited up mare. Hearing the tentative, teasing squeaks from both the body and the hooves only pulled me in and pushed me forwards. I had to explore it, what she had made herself into.

What I found is a body of solid rubber in the form of a mare, my mare Slender Haze. It isn’t just the form, with head and legs in the same old style, mane and tail in the same colour and style.

With her rubber suction hooves, she moves forwards, towards the one spot, where I wanted her. Not a corner, where she would come out as cornered, but squarely in the middle of the small room. I know I want to have enough room to explore her, I need to have a full length in either direction, in order to get at her where she is now calmly standing.

As she stops squarely in the middle, dead center of the room, I notice her stomping each hoof in turn, right and left, for and hind. What the effect would be, I have no idea as of yet, but I hear a new and exciting, strong squeak on each individual stomp of her hooves. I take it as a signal and move forwards.

I place my right front hoof on her rump and is rewarded by a sudden quiver on her part. Moving up, feeling the smooth, solid rubber, feeling my hoof slipping forwards under me.

Hearing a new squeak as she tentatively tries to pull her left and right hind hooves, but to no avail, neither is budging in the least. Both boots holding on as if they were her hooves, the once she had been born with, merely stretching enough to squeak as she moves.

“Ooooh!” I exclaim in delight, excited by her first move.

“Iiiih!” she responded, in playful horror, while in fact being excited.

As I move up, tentatively prodding her rump, before sliding my hoof along the length of her body, from her tail, all the way up her black spine to her neck. Feeling her under my hoof, her every curve as her black rubber squeaks under the pressure I assert on her body.

Braving a glance forwards, rewarded by the sight of her expression in the mirror before her. Knowing she doesn’t have to turn her head in order to see me in the room, all four walls covered in newly polished mirrors.

Momentarily looking down to see her red rubber hooves holding on to the highly polished linden floor. I had taken special care to have it installed in this particular room, where we commonly enjoy our little games. She had complimented me on the choice as she first pay her eyes on it, the day after I had had it installed.

Applying further pressure to her back, adding my other hoof. Stopping at a point just before I know her legs would find it uncomfortable. Her body certainly did stand up to my6 test. If it is the rubber or her back I had been testing, but so long as it feels right, who am I to complain?

Even as solid rubber, it is still my very own Slender Haze I feel and experience under my exploring, prodding hooves. This is all I could have hoped for. She is just as warm and alive, sensitive as ever. I still do feel her every heartbeat and hear her breathing.

Had it been a cold and unresponsive form, I had left the room. Now it is her. Playfully teasing me with the latest of her suits and toys. All for my joy, knowing full well that I would please her to my heart’s content.

As I caress her rump, and her back I feel a change as I hear the first of rewards in her deepening breath and harder, faster heart beats. Now I know I had hit it off. I press my advantage and enjoy the feel of her body as her slippery sleek body under my hooves. I could have been doing this for ages, forever.

My question is just how long she could hold up in her present state, her hooves stuck onto the floor and her body turned into the solid rubber of my mare play doll. Or, is the question how long I could hold back? How long I could hold back from taking the next logical step. I want to explore her, her reactions to my playful and excited advances upon her, her form.

Sensing the scent of her juices, filling her up as it is slowly coating the orchid from the inside and out. Is it time? I need to feel it and taste it. How could I wait, or resist? Of course, I couldn’t, I can barely hold back as the scent is growing too strong for me to resist.

At this point, there is but the one delaying tactics. My right hoof slowly sliding down her back, momentarily teasing her solid, plump rump in delight. Then I find the crack between the right and left, sliding up under her tail.

Knowing exactly what I was to find, unless I was mistaken and she had played a cruel joke on me. Knowingly or not. Was the suit granting her, what I knew I had to find, what I had to explore. Knowing she was desiring the same thing. She needs me to go and explore what simply had to be there.

Just as the hoof hit the root of her tail and I start to add more pressure, I feel and hear that plop as my hoof slipped inside. Into the rear tightness of the entrance. I sigh in relief, knowing the suit had been at least this detailed.

What I feel is the same rubber as that of her back, but now as the inside of her rear entrance. I know this is exactly what I had been waiting for, what I had experienced as I had teased her in this manner every time we played the game. Even the very first time, when she had not discovered the joy of rubber.

My muzzle advance towards the final frontier, the mound, now coated with slippery rubber, slowly growing slipperier from the juices of my love. I place my muzzle squarely on the orchid and part my lips. Just enough for my tongue to escape and prod the elastic boundary of her now quite wet orchid. The taste greeting me is surprisingly sweet, yet it is her juices, her nectar I coat my tongue with, slowly lapping at her sensitive, private orchid.

Should I have been surprised or shocked as I feel her contract firmly around me on the instant of contact? Yet, I enjoy the effect and what it means. The instinct only pushes me forwards, while awarding her with the sensations intended. Had she tried, she would find herself incapable of letting go, to ease the tightness even the slightest. Although she soon find herself contracting all over in the first of many, coming over my muzzle as it is pressing up onto her soft flesh.

Of course it is exactly what she had asked for, what she knew she would enjoy. Now she permitted me to enjoy it with her, thus making the sensations come crushing down on her.

Prodding her rump with my left hoof while slowly, tentatively tugging at the hoof in her as I keep eating her from the inside and out. Slowly exploring the soft sensitivity. Only years of experience guiding me to find the right spot, and how much it takes to push her to where I wanted her.

“Oh!” she sigh softly, letting me know she couldn’t pretend any further.

“Ooh!” she came once over.

“Ooooh!” she then moaned in a prolonged exclamation.

Now I had her. There was no turning back. At this point, I am relentless, pushing the advantage to the extreme. I can’t stop now. Not for me, and not for her. I want her to reach all the way.

I hear her muffled moans, repeatedly. Yet, I can’t say exactly how much she felt, or how much the moment was taxing her. Just by the rapid heartbeat, I could feel her excitement. Taking pride in how I was affecting her. Why shouldn’t I?

Finding the seemingly inexhaustible flood of juices flowing over my tongue and down my throat as I keep teasing her tentatively. How long could I keep this up?

I certainly feel my heart beat faster and hear my breath quickening by the moment. Yet, the moment mask exhaustion, preventing me from acting upon it. There is but the one light, her coming as I teasingly push her forwards. Only there is no hint of a climax, while she is still contracting faster and faster still.

Once I realised, I barely manage to pull myself to my bed, pulling me up and lying down on top of my bed, mere yards from where I had left her standing. Panting laboured, still enjoying the moment as spent as I may feel. I may not have been on top, yet the excitement still did get the better of me. It was the excitement, no physical labour that spent me before.